HP's Foreign Land

one,

After Roger Dovano received a new job from Master Victor Krum, he rushed to the headquarters of the European Division of the International Wizarding Lineage Tracing Research Center—located in Basel, Switzerland. Starting with the lineage, here of course refers to the formal process on the surface.

Henry Derry is a well-known gold star referee in the field of Quidditch in recent years, and Roger plans to try his luck.Roger thinks Europa is starting to warm up to him, since he's not the first private eye to be called on to investigate Henry Derry.He had heard from his peers that Henry Dray had risen too quickly and too easily.Generally, when a person's life suddenly starts to get better, the people around him may not have a better life.

Roger held a pass to the Wizarding Lineage Tracing Research Center obtained from a colleague, and he found several wizarding families named Derry in the dauntingly huge database.After screening, one of them was determined.According to the data, Henry Derry was born in Lausanne, Switzerland, and his wife died of a rare disease—the possibility of contracting a Muggle disease cannot be ruled out.

This information clearly describes the family situation, but at the same time it does not say anything.Such as why the wife contracted the Muggle disease, the cause of the death of the only daughter, and the condition of the grandson.Roger tried to find other materials related to Henry Derry, except for the inaugural file of the Quidditch League, which was so intuitive and rigid that it hardly aroused any interest in reading.

Based on the analysis of Roger Dovano's nearly ten years of detective experience, the more correct the error is, the more suspicious it is, and the more concise the information, the more suspicious it is. This rule has never been broken.This time must be no exception.

He was going to take a detour to Geneva before leaving Switzerland, and then diverted from Geneva to Liechtenstein.This is not to enjoy the scenery along the way. If this line of work has been done for a long time, there will inevitably be turmoil. The deeper the mystery is, the easier it is to be hindered during the investigation.He was afraid of death, and he never hid it.

Liechtenstein is a "sacred place" highly respected by wizards who work in the detective profession. Things that cannot be found elsewhere in Europe can be found here, and people who cannot be found elsewhere in Europe... It may not be found here, but the cost of providing clues Far lower than the high fees of information mongers in other countries.

Wizard detectives are used to living on a budget, and the Galleons bought with their lives are more precious than ordinary labor income.

Roger entered a wizarding post office with a slow business. He looked at the golden event stamps floating in the air in front of the display cabinet, and one of the undressed dessert witch miniatures made his eyes freeze for at least 3 minutes.Until a witch in a pea-green wizard robe came to him and smiled, and he re-armed and looked like a gentleman.

The green-robed witch, with a pair of tortoiseshell glasses on her nose, said to Roger, "What do you need, sir?"

Roger rambled in broken German, "I don't need stamps and I don't need to send mail, but I do want help."

The witch's expression changed subtly. She led Roger behind the counter, and led him to a door leading to the rear while the post office was empty.Roger pushed the door open, and the witch drew strange symbols on the hanging notebook.

He returned to the post office ahead an hour later, was about to leave, then changed his mind, thinking he needed to stress to his employer the complexity and danger of the operation—despite his running around and seemingly making no progress, But his intuition told him that an unknown danger was approaching—he used the writing desk in the post office to write a concise letter, but he did not deliver it in the post office.He rushed to Armenia, a small mountainous country located at the junction of Europe and Asia, with the letter in his arms to the secret he learned in the secret room behind the post office. When he was walking on the streets of Yerevan, he walked into a simple owl rental shop very casually. send this letter.

He watched the owl fluttering away outside the store, turned around and asked an old woman who was selling snacks along the street with a basket on her shoulders. Under the influence of the old woman's intermittent amnesia, he spent thirty silver Sickles to buy three boxes of inferior quality. Blow Bubble Gum to get your way to the Caucasian Wizard Valley.

two,

"Derry?" The mayor of the Caucasus Valley Town squinted at the uninvited visitor who was looking around nervously, with a pipe in his mouth.

"I found Valley Town after many inquiries. The Derry family must not have moved out, right?" Roger, who had been disguised, deliberately spoke in painful Spanish English, and kept wiping the non-existent with a handkerchief while speaking. Sweat, in order to create the illusion of anxiety.

The mayor stared at him sternly for a while, then smiled and said, "Their family owes you a lot of money, right?"

Roger smirks, and the mayor puts on an "I get it" look.

"It's been years since anyone mentioned the Derry's." The mayor took a puff of cigarette.

Roger coughed lightly and waved the handkerchief, pretending to be panic-stricken, "What do you mean? Their family doesn't live here anymore?"

The mayor raised his eyebrows meaningfully, and Roger suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Go east to the end, and you can find Dre there."

Roger didn't stay any longer, and left the mayor's wooden building.

East?

Roger roughly identified the direction and headed east.

From time to time along the way, men and women cast curious eyes on him. Roger tried to show a warm smile to the little girls, but the girls rushed away as if they were frightened.Roger shyly withdrew his gaze and quickened his pace.

Go east to the end is the cemetery.

"Oh, no way..." Roger quickly read the construction instructions engraved on the notice board in the cemetery, and a sense of powerlessness flashed across his heart.

Is the news going to stop here?Had he wasted his efforts?

Roger saw an old man wearing a beret on a wooden bench next to the entrance of the cemetery. The old man was holding a flat wine jug, and his eyes were not friendly.

"Hello." Roger nodded at him with a smile.

The old man looked away, taking him for air.

Roger touched his nose, put away the idea of ​​asking, turned and walked into the cemetery.

It took him two hours to make sure that he did not know the old antiques buried in the west from the [-]th to the [-]th century, and he had never even heard the names. After that, he moved to the south. Fortunately, the cemetery is not big, but he can recognize the words on the tombstones Some difficulties.When he found the tombstone with the surname "Derry" on it, he had been wondering why he had to travel thousands of miles to visit the graves of strangers in this isolated corner. His magic wand cleaned the dirt and silt on the tombstone again, and saw Occupant of the tomb below: Laticia Drey.

He remembered the name, Henry Dray's only daughter.

He walked up to the tombstone next to him, and after clearing the mud, the name was Ivana Baquero Drey—the wife of Henry Drey.

When he found the third tombstone of Derry's family, he thought he would see a relatively unfamiliar name, perhaps from the previous generation or relatives, and Henry Dray's name appeared on the tombstone.Roger was silent for a moment, and he told himself to calm down. It happens from time to time that the same name and surname appear in a family, and he has a nephew with the same name as himself.

He found that the handwriting marking the date of birth and death on the tombstone was very vague. He touched it with his fingers, and it seemed that it had been artificially damaged.Luo Jie thought engrossedly, trying to cover up will only make the ensuing suspicion more logical.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Roger stood up abruptly and turned around to see the elderly gravekeeper looking at him fiercely, snarling at him in a language he didn't understand, looking angry.

Roger quickly turned his hands away and said in English: "What are you talking about? Are you asking me what I am doing? I didn't do anything!"

The tomb guard seemed to be ignorant or deaf to what he said, and just yelled and cursed.

Roger hurried away from the tombstone.

He didn't expect that when he took the third step, the grave guard suddenly raised his wand to attack him without warning, and what Roger didn't expect was that the other party used a very offensive spell on him. He saved himself in the nick of time with a breaking spell, and just as he was about to fight back, another spell hit Roger from behind, hitting Roger's unsuspecting back.

He fell to the ground unwillingly in severe pain. Before he closed his eyes, he vaguely saw the elderly grave guard approaching gradually, and the coldness in his eyes was like the god of death.

three,

"I have a box here, and I'm giving it to you, and you have to keep the box for the next 10 minutes. I'll be here waiting for you to return the box to me. Good luck."

This is the third stumbling block encountered by Heimdall's five-member team. The second in front is a wizard who likes to eat blindly. The participating teams need to prescribe the right medicine according to his situation.Potions are not Heimdall's forte, so he automatically gave up that round of performance, and finally a student of Beauxbatons completed the preparation and passed the test smoothly.

Heimdall asked Kane why he didn't fight for it, "Your grades in Potions are good, and Professor Laurent has praised you in public."

"Aren't you interested too?" Kane said.

"Are you kidding?" Heimdall asked.

"You said yes."

All in all, the question is gone.

Beauxbaton's chairwoman took the box.

"Should we just hold this box for the next 10 minutes?" Todor said.

The third examiner pointed to the door ahead, "Go in and stay for 10 minutes before you can leave here."

Five members of the team walk through the door with doubt and lingering apprehension, and the door closes behind them.

Beauxbaton's chairwoman said angrily, "I should have asked him how many teams passed before."

"Does this have anything to do with us?" Todor disagreed.

"Next we—" Heimdall's words came to an abrupt end.

A strange ray hit from somewhere in front of Heimdall. The ray hit the door panel behind him, and the debris splashed everywhere. The door panel was smashed into a big hole, and the terrible cracks spread all over the door. , as if it would break at the touch of a button.

Heimdall sighed, "That's what we're going to do next, run separately!"

The five team members rushed out.

Heimdall crouched in the corner. There was no signal of approaching danger from his Xiaoqiang troops, and there was no danger in his current position.

"Like a game of cat and mouse."

Heimdall turned his head to look, "Why are you following me?"

Kane said: "I ran out in one direction, who knew that it happened to be in the same direction as you."

"You and I are at odds, don't think that a little action will make me magnanimous," Heimdall said.

"You are so petty."

"I was not a generous person."

Kane added, "Will that pretentious chairwoman be able to escape the pursuit and successfully keep our box?"

"Think about whether we can successfully get rid of the pursuit and survive for 10 minutes."

"Aren't you very capable, Chairman Sturluson?"

"I'm probably fine by myself, you are a variable." Heimdall said.

Kane sneered, "You don't trust me that much?"

"Why should I trust you now?" Heimdall closed his mouth after finishing speaking.

Kane may feel suffocated, and tried to guide Heimdall to speak, but the latter refused to let him do so.

A crack suddenly appeared on the wall behind them, and the gap expanded and ran through the top and bottom in an instant. The wall collapsed with a bang. A man in a black wizard robe held a magic wand in his hand and stood behind the collapsed wall like an evil star, looking indifferently at the people in front of him. everything.

The two young men read a chilling message in his eyes.

Kane struggled hard to get out of the broken masonry, Shaxing raised his right arm confidently.Kane threw a spell with a flick of his hand, which was easily deciphered by the evil star in black; Kane threw another spell, and the evil star moved slowly under the attack of the gravel.

The struggle between the two gradually moved away from the broken wall. Heimdall, who was buried by the bricks, looked out from the gap. Gravel, and then a stride into the big hole created by the magic, the curse of the evil star followed closely, but it hit a third of the wall that had not completely collapsed, and the rest of the wall fell down. Pick up a room full of dust.

In the sky full of smoke and dust, Kane stared at the direction of his departure with an unpredictable expression.

Chairman Sturluson ran away by himself.

four,

When Roger opened his eyes, he heard his own groans. He sat up slowly, clutching his painful head. After regaining consciousness, he suddenly widened his eyes, and found himself sitting on a deformed and sunken double sofa, looking out It was messy and messy.

He found a slight breathing sound in the deepest dark corner of the room, and he was sure that it was leaked because the other party wanted him to know.Roger swallowed nervously until the intense pain passed and he began to think about what had happened.

If that person wanted his own life, he would not let himself find him.

"Excuse me, did you save me?" Roger first needed to figure this out, although it was a question, the tone was affirmative.

The other party didn't answer. If it wasn't for the conclusion that there were indeed people there, Roger would have thought that he had finally experienced hallucinations due to the overwhelmed spirit of being overwhelmed by life and death many times, and thus learned to soothe his emotions by talking to himself.

Roger asked again.

"How do you know that I 'saved' you?" The other party's voice was a little weird, but there was no malice.

Roger perked up.

"I almost went to see my ancestors."

"How do you know that I won't let you see your ancestors?"

"Then there's no need to save me."

"Maybe I prefer to do it myself."

"...What happened just now?"

"Someone doesn't want you to know too much."

Roger quickly grasped the key words, "Is that really Henry Derry's cemetery? He's dead?"

"Obviously."

"This is ridiculous! If he's dead, why doesn't anyone know..." Roger's questioning stopped abruptly.

Yes, why no one knows, because those people are not as lucky as him, and they happen to meet a "passerby" who is brave enough to do justice.

Roger looked in the direction of the kind-hearted man, "Who are you? Why did you save me?"

"I do things with money just like you." The kind-hearted man didn't hide anything.

Roger hesitated, "Can I see what you look like? Otherwise, I don't know what to do, and if I don't know what to do, I will probably do unexpected stupid things."

The other party did not respond for a long time, and Roger stared nervously at the dark corner that made him shudder. In Roger's eyes, the blackness that could not be seen transformed into a hideous outline, like a beast in an ambush ready to go.

"I `m coming out."

Roger screamed "Ah", but there was still nothing in front of him, he turned around suddenly, and in the faint light, a man in black stood behind him, and what was surprising was that there was a strange outline on his head.

Roger raised his wand, but the opponent didn't stop him.

Fluorescent flashes on.

Roger saw that the other party was wearing a men's top hat with a blood-red ribbon tied on the hat.

Roger sighed.

The red hat thought that he would express some unique insights, but instead he said with a frustrated face: "What I wrote in the letter is to get three times the commission, not to ask him to spend three times the commission to hire me a helper!"

The red hat couldn't laugh or cry, he was disgusted by himself.

Fives,

The five young people passed the final level 10 minutes later, and were recorded in the list with No.3 results.

Except for Beauxbaton's chairwoman and Heimdall, the other three team members were surprised by this result.The box was finally handed in by Heimdall, which means that the box was not in the hands of Beauxbaton's chairwoman in the first place.

"No, to be precise, I handed the box to Strulusson before we spread out." The chairwoman said triumphantly.

"I didn't find out at all." Todor tried to recall, but still had no clue.

"Me too." Another student of Beauxbatons was full of bitterness. He did his best during the whole escape process and sacrificed himself to protect the chairwoman. The black-clothed evil star is simply more terrifying than the monster in horror legends. , Thinking of this makes my face full of anger.

Kane glanced at Heimdall, "No wonder you just ran away."

"That's one of the reasons," laughs Heimdall. "I also imagined that you would end up with that terrible man in black, and that would be really happy."

Everyone thought he was joking, and to show that they knew how to be humorous, they squeezed out smiles.

Kane didn't smile, but Heimdall was very happy.

"Who is the man in black who is in charge of chasing us? It's terrible. My legs are still shaking. I have done similar magic exercises before, but I have never experienced such an unforgettable experience." Beauxbaton The female chairwoman said with emotion, a look of fear.

"I don't want to see the man in black again, and I don't want to know who it is," said the boy from Beauxbatons.

"You have all seen it." Heimdall said calmly.

"Who is it?" Todor asked aloud.

"The man in black is the last examiner." Heimdall said.

Everyone asked in disbelief, "How do you know?"

"I waited at the entrance ahead of time, and there was no one there. Later, the examiner came out and replaced the black wizard robe with magic while walking."

Several people have different expressions.

"We still don't know what the last examiner looks like." Todor said regretfully.

The third examiner covered his face and was very mysterious.

Surrounded by their classmates, the five temporary team members shook hands and said goodbye.

Their grades are good, although the leisure activities in free time don't mean anything, but no one thinks that too high a score is too good.

"Goodbye, Rigg." Todor reluctantly shook Heimdall's hand.

"Write to me," Heimdall reminded.

"I try. You know I don't like writing letters."

"Then send me some photos of the event, I know you like to mess with that stuff."

Todor grinned, "Are you sure? I'm afraid you'll end up holding the photo I sent you and regret it, because it will only make you realize how shallow and boring your routine life and lackluster pursuits are."

Heimdall pretended to be unhappy and said, "Hey, I have never laughed at your pursuit, do you want to try it?"

Todor looked evasive, "I'm sorry, I apologize, so please don't."

The two parted with laughter.

"Today's European Educational Evaluation Conference was very fruitful. Everyone performed well. I will say good things to you in front of the principal." Professor Roy Laurent finally got rid of the invasion of sleepy bugs and became radiant again.

"Please wait until my report is handed in," Heimdall looked at Laurent sincerely. "Please!"

Laurent raised an eyebrow.

Heimdall said again, "I don't need to include your innocuous 'absence'."

Laurent narrowed his eyes, but Heimdall's smile remained unchanged.

The Potions Master finally gave in.

Carlo couldn't help asking, "Professor, what did those experts tell you just now?"

Before the Durmstrang representative team left, Roy Laurent, the teacher leading the team, was honored to be "summoned" alone.

"I didn't listen to the long-winded and long-winded speeches. They mainly suggested that we change. They accused Durmstrang of being too strong, which is not conducive to improving their own image and getting rid of the unbearable past."

"We have all been scolded like that, and we would have closed our doors long ago if we were not strong." Chairman Sturluson insisted on being tough to the end.

Roy Laurent smiled, "That's what I said too."

Carlo nodded, which meant the conversation was over.

Beja asked cautiously, "Is it true that we have no chance?"

Professor Laurent shrugged, "Who knows, let the old guys at the Educational Evaluation Conference have a headache."