HP's Foreign Land

one,

Matt Lal, a young wizard detective from the Estonian Ministry of Magic, rushed out of the Italian Ministry of Magic. A subordinate twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, turned around and quickly chased him out.

Lal's footsteps stopped suddenly, the two subordinates were caught off guard, and the three of them almost collided into sandwich biscuits.

"You can't even walk anymore?!" Lal glared, obviously venting his anger.

The two middle-aged subordinates got used to the chief's moodiness and didn't take it to heart.

Among them, the skinny subordinate asked nicely, "Shall we go back now?"

"Why don't you go back and wait for the Italians to treat us to dinner?" Lal said coldly.

The two subordinates glanced at each other quickly.

The three of them hit a snag at the Italian Ministry of Magic just now, especially the smug Matt Lal, who was like a bolt from the blue. After receiving the reply from the head of the opposing police force that he had no time to meet them, his little face turned blue.The Italian police force was almost responsive to Matt Lal earlier - now it seems that he is too lazy to deal with it. Today's closed doors are too far behind, and the detective Lal who thinks he is invincible can be as long as 1 minute.

"You can convey your difficulties to the vice-captain, I believe the vice-captain will understand..." the chubby man carefully suggested.

The "deputy captain" in the mouth of the fat detective is the second in command of the Estonian wizard police force. They call the first in command the captain, and the captain is the highest leader of the international police force.

As always, the fat detective gets the supercilious stare.

The skinny detective sighed. Their boss was young and impatient, and this murder case in Italy was not a good way to prove his worth. On the contrary, this case was quite difficult, otherwise the captain and deputy captain Why do you always push back when you need to come forward? The colleagues in the police force are all secretive, for fear of being named by the higher-ups. Only they, a young officer, still naively think that their work ability has been improved after receiving the task of taking full charge of the case. Sure enough, the people in the team who were waiting to see what he could do were about to place their bets.

Now that the two of them don't expect Chief Lal to make achievements through this case, they have already taken over it anyway, and it is unrealistic to admit that they are powerless - saying this in front of the deputy captain is almost like killing Lal. They hope that the officer will be more vigilant, Fool as much as you can—it's good to be like the Italian receptionist, and don't try to prove yourself that you can do anything, thank God for them.

Seeing Lal's forging ahead and vowing to fight the evil forces to the end, they wept silently.

It is really important to have a reliable immediate boss.

The three returned to the Estonian Ministry of Magic with their own concerns, and went out early in the morning but came back with nothing. Officer Lal, who had just been appeased, became agitated again when he saw the meaningful expression of his colleagues.After learning that the "biggest suspect" in this case, Andrew Lange, had been successfully released on bail an hour ago, Chief Lal's brain activity could no longer be described in words.

He severely accused his colleagues of dereliction of duty and incompetent work.

Colleagues responded with sneers, and some wizards simply turned their backs, pretending that the person in front of them didn't exist.

Lal's adrenaline surged.

The two subordinates quickly grabbed him and dragged him out of the office.

"I'm going to find the vice-captain!" Lal shouted red-faced.

The skinny detective pressed Lal on the shoulder, "Ministry, um, Mr. Lange's condition can be released on bail, what are you going to say to the deputy captain?" Andrew Lange can't go out without the deputy captain's permission.

Lal stared at him, finally understanding the meaning behind his words.

The skinny police detective saw his stupid and dazed look a little pitiful, and said in a slow tone, "You have also seen the attitude of my colleagues, everyone has no time to hide, why do you have to compete, this case is not something we can—"

Lal interrupted him abruptly, glaring, "Don't confuse me with that group of people who don't know what they mean!" After saying that, he waved the skinny detective's hand and walked away.

This time, the two subordinates watched his leaving back from the same place, and did not catch up with him like before.

The fat police detective whispered: "Who 'doesn't know the so-called'?"

The two knew in their hearts that Matt Lal must have complained to his biggest reliance.

"Last time." The skinny detective seemed to be talking to himself.

The fat detective smiled with relief.

(PS: The trio above appeared at the beginning of Chapter 845.)

two,

Valli Ilves sent three requests to the assistant minister to meet the minister, but was rejected on the grounds that the minister was unwell.Ilves left the floor where the minister's office was located in a panic. His steps were so fast that Matt Lal, a young man, had to run to keep up.Still, Lal was easily left behind.

"Mr. Ilves!" Lal gasped.

Ilves stopped abruptly.

Lal finally caught up, and found that the reason why Ilves stopped was not because of his call - the deputy minister was walking here.

Ilves quickly made up his mind and went forward.

"Vali~" The deputy minister seemed to be in a good mood, and greeted Ilves on his own initiative.

Ilves immediately picked up his politeness and asked with a friendly smile, "Do you have time?"

The deputy minister had a half-smile, "I don't even know how to answer you. Recently, every time you take up my time, I'm going to have a hard time."

The smile on Ilves' face didn't change in the slightest, but Lal on the side was a little nervous.

The deputy minister instinctively wanted to refuse, but changed his mind the moment the polite refusal came out of his mouth.

"Go to my office," said the Deputy Minister.

Ilves turned his head and said, "You go to work first."

The two left there.

Ral stood among the endless stream of wizards, watching their receding figures disappear at the end.

As soon as Ilves entered the office, he couldn't wait to attack, "What's going on? That's not what you promised me back then!"

The deputy minister walked towards the back of the desk, and then he recovered in an instant and sat down calmly.

"I don't know what to say, where do I start?" The deputy minister knocked on the table with a smile, and a cup filled with tea appeared on the side table beside Ilves.

Ilves said angrily: "I'm talking about Andrew Lange!"

"Oh, what happened to him?"

"Why is bail allowed?" Ilves almost squeezed out the words through his teeth.

"It's part of the normal process, not to mention that Mr. Lange is only suspected, and he doesn't even have tangible evidence."

Mr. Lange?Ilves was surprised.

"Why is the accusation of being hired to kill no longer followed up?" Ilves asked again.

"Because it's too sensitive," the deputy minister spread his hands helplessly. "I don't know what's going on, now the whole country is arguing over whether the 'murderer' really appeared in Italy at the time of the crime, I think you have read the newspapers, the murderer's elderly father seems to have sufficient evidence, and he is plausible to the reporters , pointing the finger at the detectives of the police force who bend the law for personal gain, the Ministry of Magic must take into account the wishes of the people and not act hastily."

"It's all an excuse!" Ilves paused. "You are perfunctory me!"

The deputy minister said calmly: "I'm telling the truth. I know you are very sad about your ex-wife's sudden death, but please stay calm. Now is not the best time to pursue her."

"You know how to be sloppy with me now, Jacques." Ilves sneered.

The deputy minister remained motionless.

Ilves walked up quickly, slapped the table hard, and leaned forward to approach the deputy director's face. The deputy director did not dodge, and the two looked at each other.

"If it weren't for me, with your shabby background, crude resume, and that terrible Finnish accent that makes people laugh, you can still sit behind this desk and make fun of me today? Don't forget that it was Who is following me like a dog and obeying orders, do you need me to give you examples to help you recall?" Ilves' eyes were full of contempt.

There was no smile on the deputy minister's face.

The two looked at each other in disbelief.

Ilves smiled lightly, and the deputy minister's expression pleased him.In his heart, the vice minister who is harsh and inwardly can be beaten back to his original form at any time.

"Don't make me say it a second time, you know what to do." Ilves straightened up.

The atmosphere in the room was tense for a while.

"Are you that sure?" The deputy minister's question stopped Ilves from leaving.

"What?" Ilves turned around casually.

"Are you so sure that our former justice is still thinking about you wholeheartedly? Planning for you? Believe in you?"

Ilves narrowed his eyes.

The deputy minister said again, "I know your plan," and there was a meaningful pause at this point, "You are planning to launch a ministerial election again, but unfortunately there must be at least a one-year buffer period, as long as you survive this year, you You can just find any reason to encourage those vacillating morons in the ministry to join the army of denouncing the current minister as unqualified, creating disputes and opening up opportunities for your comeback. As for our current minister, he is already too old. Sticking to the rules and thinking slowly, he can't lead the Estonian wizard to create a future at all, and he should live a life in the future by retiring to take care of his life."

The uneasiness under Ilves' cold and hard face made the deputy minister very happy.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" The contempt in Ilves' eyes increased instead of diminishing.

"Does Justice Ansip know that you suggested that the surveillance personnel 'stuffed' his food?"

Ilves' expression at that moment was chilling.

three,

Lange did not expect that the lawyer who had paid a huge bail fee for him would send him to France. When he saw Jean running towards him ecstatically along the fence path, all the grievances and unwillingness he had suffered before were gone. fly.

Before Lange could stop Jeanna's madness, a mezzo-soprano sounded behind Jeanna.

"Slow down, slow down!" It was Jeanne's mother.

Lange hugged his partner, waiting for the ensuing embarrassment to succumb to his self-control, but this time it didn't.

"Hello." Lange greeted Jeanne's mother as calmly as possible.

"Well," the other party didn't change his face. "It's good to come back," then turned to Jeanna, brows raised, "When are you going to hug?! Hurry up and bring Andrew in! It's not good!"

Jeanna let go of Lange, and entered the room holding the arm of the child's father.

To Lange's surprise, his father-in-law, who should have left home for work, was also there. Mr. Orville looked Lange up and down, and nodded in relief after confirming that everything was safe.

This indiscriminate disaster has affected relatives and friends who have trouble sleeping and eating.

"Mother is here," Jeanne whispered.

Mother?

Lange recalled, "My mother is here too?"

"I brought her here, I hope you don't mind," Jeanne murmured uneasily.

Pregnancy changed Rangna, who has a sassy personality, which made her feel up and down from time to time.

"Thank you, dear." Lange said softly.

Jeanna took a breath of satisfaction, and Andrew could always easily dispel her anxiety.

Andrew's mother lay dozing off under the shady flower stand in the backyard, and they watched quietly for a while without disturbing her.

They sat down on the chairs at the backyard entrance.

"It wasn't my idea, it was Rigg," Jeanna picked up the topic, blushing slightly under Lange's gaze. "I didn't know what to do after you were taken away. When I came back to my senses, Rieger had been face to face with me. He suggested that I persuade my parents to take your mother to live with me. Those nasty media tried to get Kate Shocking news dug up here, Rigg says we should protect Kate, she can't be stimulated anymore."

Jeanna held Lange's hand, "Now that I think about it, I seem to have forgotten to thank him."

"Rig is not such a stingy person, and your thank you is not worth mentioning to him." Lange said jokingly.

Jeanne patted his arm in embarrassment.

Lange took Jeanna's palm, "The next time I see him, let's thank him together, as well as Victor and Lenato."

"What did they do? By the way, I forgot to ask, how did you get back? I should pick you up..."

"Shh, slow down, come one by one." Lange interrupted Jeanne's eloquence.

"Okay." Jeanna followed suit.

"Lenato and Victor partnered to pay for me a lawyer who is said to be very famous."

Jeanna said angrily: "Dad already hired a lawyer." If Victor hadn't asked Duncan to greet them, Jeanna's father would not have easily compromised.

Lange touched her face, feeling a little guilty, "We may have to live a tighter life in the future."

"What's wrong?" Jeanna asked quickly.

"That's a lot of money. With my current income, it will be difficult to pay it all at once."

Although Lange still has a part-time job as the team doctor of the Vulcan team, during the World Cup, the Quidditch clubs of various countries generally choose to close down and adjust.

Jeanna breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, as long as you don't miss meals, it's okay to be tight."

Jeanna plans to go to work immediately after giving birth to share the pressure of the head of the family. She has already decided on her future work direction.

"Victor and Lenato repeatedly told me that there is no rush to pay back the money, but we can't deliberately default on it because of a good relationship." In fact, his two gay friends didn't mention paying back the money at all, implying to help the friend out of the current predicament It should be, if Lange really pretended to forget, the two friends would not take it to heart.

Jeanne nodded.

"I'll find another part-time job," Lange said.

After listening to him talk for a while, Jeanne was puzzled that he didn't mention the murder case. "How about the case? You were released on bail. Has the Estonian police force decided to drop the charges against you?"

Lange was taken aback, and the always smiling eyes of Estonian Deputy Minister of Magic appeared in front of his eyes. When he left, the other party said something——

[Mr. Lange, haven't you thought about running for the Minister of Magic again? 】

four,

When Justice Smeagley Leeds found Heimdall, the latter was reciting a small note silently in an inconspicuous corner.Liz stood behind Heimdall and listened to him babbling about potion formulas for a long time. Seeing that he was concentrating on the potion and was oblivious to the changes in the environment, Liz realized that it was unrealistic to expect the other party to actively feel his existence, so he spoke out decisively.

"Sturluson."

Heimdall was startled, and his mind went blank for a moment before he remembered where he was and what he was doing. He hurriedly put away the note and turned around calmly.

"To!"

Heimdall's voice was so sudden and full of air that it startled a colleague who passed by here not far away.

Liz glanced at him calmly and said, "Leave when you're ready."

Heimdall felt that there was nothing to prepare for, and nodded, "Okay."

Liz glared at him.

Heimdall looked back calmly.

"Hurry up and change clothes!" Liz couldn't sink any further.

Heimdall looked down, he was still wearing his school uniform, he smiled dryly and ran towards the locker room.

Half an hour later, the two sat in the convenience carriage with the starting station in Bruges and the ending station in St. Petersburg, Russia—the fifth stop of the trip was Narva in Estonia.

Although they wore the wizard robes of the International Wizengamot, they still discreetly added a cloak over the wizard robes.They deliberately ignored the standard cloaks of the International Wizengamot and chose their own clothes.

The two pretended to be ordinary tourists, and Liz pretended to look at the activity tourism map of Estonia and Russia. Heimdall bought a chocolate deformation stamp from a vendor near the station and wore it on his chest.

Heimdall did not know the intention of Justice Leeds beforehand. He thought that the justice planned to go directly to the Estonian Ministry of Magic to find out. Now it seems that this is not the case.

Early this morning, the chairman of the branch of the Italian Ministry of Magic took advantage of his attendance at the Gobstone European Cup election meeting to submit a work report on the case of the murder of the wife of the former Estonian minister in Sorrento to the International Wizengamot, stating that the Italian police force and Estonia Unable to reach a consensus on the judgment of the case, everyone held their own opinions and confronted several times, all of which ended in fruitless discussions.After careful consideration, the Italian Ministry of Magic decided to hand over the investigation and trial of the case to the International Wizengamot.

This move by the Italian Ministry of Magic came as a surprise. It is a pity that Estonia did not run for the right to host the Quidditch European Cup this time, and it also has no enthusiasm for Gobstone. The boring people in the International Federation of Wizards will not be able to see Estonia in the first place. The chairman of the branch felt extremely regretful when he learned of the incident.

Judge Sturluson is one of them.

"Your purpose today is a private investigation?" Heimdall asked.

"It depends," Liz said.

What does it mean depending on the situation?

Heimdall was a little puzzled, but he didn't have the interest to break the casserole. The person he was facing was not Judge Hollingworth, so he was a bit taboo about asking questions.

They arrived in Narva at around three in the afternoon. Before getting off the bus, Heimdall imitated tourists and asked a young lady in the same car in Russian. The lady enthusiastically told him where he could take a bus to the capital Tallinn.After getting off the bus, the two found a scheduled shuttle bus with a low fee based on the information provided by the lady.The departure time of this train was nearly 10 minutes later than expected. According to the calm reactions of the surrounding passengers, this is normal and there is no need to make a fuss.

Three hours later, Heimdall stepped on the soil of Sorrento, Italy, watching the wizards coming and going, unable to turn his mind.He couldn't understand Leeds' intentions. Since the final destination is Sorrento, why detour from Estonia?

Had the recent dead reading corrupted his brain? !Judge Sturluson couldn't help shaking his head.

Probably because Heimdall's expression was too bright, Liz explained the intention for the first time, "I want to see if the wizard traffic from Estonia to Italy is as usual as they reported, and other aspects are also the same."

Heimdall blinked his eyes to digest this sentence, "...you mean you want to find out if they have fooled you?"

"I want to find out whether they have fooled the International Wizengamot. The International Wizengamot represents the highest court of the wizarding world. It is not a personal representative, nor is it a representative of a certain country. As a judge of the International Wizengamot must Be fair and impartial. At the same time, we must not be taken advantage of."

The responsibility of the International Wizengamot is to judge and discuss the facts. The rift between Italy and Estonia is not within the scope of IW's work.In addition, the International Wizengamot refuses to be taken advantage of, and at the same time refuses to be used, it must also resolutely refuse to lean towards any side.

Heimdall touched his nose, putting Italy and Estonia together, he must be inclined to the former.No doubt the words were addressed to him, a warning from Leeds of all the petty tricks he might have.Wizards at the International Wizengamot knew that he had had a little trouble with the Estonian Ministry of Magic.

In the final analysis, the source of the conflict at that time was for Andrew Lange, and this time it seemed to be inextricably linked with Professor Lange again.So Judge Hollingworth pretended to be deaf and dumb in order to avoid suspicion, and the case fell into the hands of Smeagley Leeds.

"I see what you mean," said Heimdall. "I did do something to be honest, but—"

"I don't want to hear that," Judge Leeds interrupted curtly.

Heimdall closed his mouth in embarrassment.

Judge Leeds walked straight forward, and Heimdall followed obediently. They passed by rows of cute little shops, and the furnishings in the shops were particularly attractive. Dahl lingers a little longer.

Then they walked all the way to the beach.

Beautiful coastline, blue sea, colorful seaside buildings, tourists, bustling.

Everything is refreshing.

Heimdall noticed that the boss hadn't moved for a long time, so he quietly turned his face to look, wondering if it was because of the backlight, Judge Liz's face was a bit dark...

The justice held up an activity travel map that he had picked up from the station, and his focused eyes seemed to be studying esoteric philosophy.

Heimdall endured and endured, just standing here stupidly was not an option, and after struggling for a while, he finally couldn't help asking, "Are we lost?"

Judge Leeds' face darkened even more, and the stare at him made his hair stand on end.

Heimdall kept hinting to himself that it was caused by the backlight, it must be the backlight...

Judge Sturluson discovered a secret that day. His new boss doesn't seem to be able to read maps.