HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 645

There is a circular coffee bar at the top of the east-facing floor of the International Wizarding and Magic Injury Treatment Center, which is equivalent to four ridgeback rooms. It was expanded after the outbreak of the strange disease to meet the surge of people. Before that, there were only two ridgeback rooms. The size of the room.The coffee bar provides simple meals, regardless of taste, and its main business items are coffee and various beverages.Some family members of patients who are not very particular will solve the problem of eating in the coffee bar.

When the old Mrs. Krum walked into the coffee bar with a cane, it was empty, and her eldest son Plov was sitting at the bar counter, finishing a plate of very bad-tasting fish.The waiter behind the bar was busy flirting with a little orderly. Old Mrs. Krum squinted her eyes disapprovingly, but she didn't see it because she was trying to mix it up.

The old lady felt even more unhappy. After getting up today, everything went wrong.

As soon as Plov found his mother, he quickly wiped his mouth with a napkin, "Mom, good afternoon. Would you like some?"

The old lady glanced at the fish in disgust, "Where's Frank?"

Pulov wiped his mouth, "He resigned."

"Resign?" The old lady looked back blankly.

The mother's undisguised loss made Plov very uneasy, and he carefully helped the old lady to the edge of the chair and sat down.

The old Mrs. Krum suddenly grabbed her son's arm, "Why did he resign suddenly? Is there any difficulty? We can help him..."

【Father, that Frank is not a good person. He used the name of grandma to spend money and was addicted to gambling. I have enough evidence to prove this. 】Thinking of what his son told him this morning, Plov did not go along with his mother as before.

"Maybe he has a better place to go. After all, he is a member of the bodyguard organization under the Union. Not all Quidditch players are temporarily unable to participate in the competition like Victor."

Mrs. Krum may not have imagined that her son would secretly trip someone up. Her face changed slightly when she heard this, but she quickly returned to normal.Plov thought that his "slander" had worked, but his mother's "understanding" had already become a blockbuster, and the extremes were even more extreme than imagined.

"We can't blame him on this point, people go to higher places." Mrs. Kroom taught her son in a natural tone. "Do you know Frank's contact information? I can correspond with him, and when he is on vacation, maybe I can invite him to come to his house as a guest. By the way, he said he has a nephew, and he can bring that child with him. You What do you think of the idea?"

Plov was speechless for a while, "...you seem to like Frank Faur very much."

"He is willing to spend a lot of patience with me this old woman. I know I am not very popular. He makes me feel that I am not worthless. Life with him always reminds me of you and Vidin around me when I was young. scene." A trace of nostalgia appeared on Mrs. Kroom's face, which was fleeting.

"Vidin and I rarely saw you when we were kids. We grew up with house elves." Love put it in his mouth.

The old Mrs. Krum didn't seem to understand what her son was saying, "Do you remember calling that house elf mother when you were a child?" She laughed and staggered with joy.

Plov couldn't laugh at all, "So this is your revenge on me?"

"What did you say?" The old woman's ears were not very clear.

"Nothing," Plov said deadpan. "If you want to inquire about Frank Faure's contact information, you can ask Victor."

"Okay, I'm going to see him anyway." The old lady stood up and walked out. "By the way, did Victor pay Frank the last salary? Ask him to pay more, we can afford it."

Plov took a deep breath, "You can talk to Victor directly."

Old Mrs. Krum nodded, and turned around halfway.

"When is Anna going to make trouble?"

Pulov was puzzled, "What happened to her?"

Old Mrs. Krum opened her mouth, and seemed to sense something was wrong again. She leaned on her cane and leaned on her son, as if discussing something unspeakable, and said in a low voice: "Did you see her feeding those men? And reading to them." Newspapers, holding their hands and talking close to each other, handing them clothes and shoes, going to battle in person during treatment, looking at the bodies of men other than her husband, serving men other than her husband... Her behavior became more and more indecent, No way, our daughter-in-law can't gossip. Do you know who she reminds me of? The kicked-out woman of the Parvanov family, who behaves frivolously, speaks freely, and always hangs out with men she doesn't know It's disgusting. You have to tell Anna to resign and go home, or I will talk to her boss in person!"

"That's her job, mother, Anna is a nurse, and can't be confused with the deceased great-aunt of the Parvanov family. This is the twentieth century, and in a few years it will be the 21st century. It's not for men. 1899 when women in tighter trousers scream and cover their faces with handkerchiefs!"

Old Mrs Krum opened her eyes in surprise, "You want to use your wife to play against me again?"

Plov froze, "I didn't take advantage of Anna, and I didn't deliberately contradict you. I just didn't agree with your words, that's all."

"Don't agree with what I said?"

"Yes, you can't doubt your daughter-in-law so much, say that she behaves frivolously, and accuse her of being disobedient. You can't say that, let alone think so."

"why not?"

"Because Anna didn't and wouldn't do that!"

"Who knows, who can tell what will happen now?" Old Mrs. Krum was furious and spoke out. "I didn't think you would fool around with women outside, and now you even have a son. What about Anna? God knows if she will have that day!"

Plov's face was pale, and his heart was like a knife.

Old Mrs. Krum was annoyed, but she couldn't bear to explain and make amends.

At noon that day, the mother and son broke up unhappy.

When the old Mrs. Krum entered Victor's room condescendingly, Duncan was sharing his latest experience in picking up girls with exaggeration.Except for Adam who was busy with work and had to leave, everyone else decided to dedicate this weekend to the treatment center and the Horntail room.Duncan's performance made everyone laugh, and the room burst into laughter until Victor's grandma fell from the sky.

There was a sudden silence in the room, and Duncan continued to play tricks.

Heimdall, who was reading the letter on the sofa in front of the windowsill, immediately lowered his legs and sat upright.

"I want to talk to my grandson alone." Old Mrs. Krum emphasized the pronunciation of "alone".

"I'm going to drink something." Duncan touched his nose and walked towards the door.

"We'll go with you." Carlo, Leon, and Ryan couldn't wait to agree.

Heimdall stood up holding the letter, and Victor stretched out his hand, "Wait, baby."

Mrs Krum twitched unnaturally when she heard Victor address Heimdall.

"I want to have a private conversation with my grandson," she repeated.

"Rig and I are one, and my grandmother is his grandmother." Victor did not budge.

Old Mrs Kroom looked like she was about to faint.

Heimdall thought that this was not good, in case the old lady got angry... He didn't want to see such a result, but in the end it backfired and became his own fault.

"I'm going to drink some cinnamon tea, I was thinking about it yesterday." Heimdall said softly to Victor.

"No, honey." Victor shook his head, thinking he was going to hold back for himself again.

"We have plenty of time," Heimdall said to his boyfriend, not shy away from the fact that Mrs. Krum was right in front of him. "What you think is what counts, thanks, I'm happy, for now, I don't care what anyone else thinks."

After speaking, he went straight out the door. He knew that Mrs. Krum would not give him a good face, so he didn't look at it at all.

Walking out of the intensive care unit and passing a row of windows, Heimdall was attracted by the bright sunlight outside, and stopped to look out.In the small garden specially designated for the intensive care area, Solger sat in an old-fashioned brown-black rattan wheelchair, and Palme pushed him forward slowly.

They stopped by a clump of lush plants, Palme pointing at the plants and talking.Solger was not completely unresponsive, and would occasionally chime in.

Palme noticed Heimdall, raised his head and waved to him, the smile on his face was never brighter than Solger's since he was admitted to the hospital.Solger also raised his head and looked. Heimdall certainly didn't expect him to be kind to him, but the look in his eyes was indescribably weird.

Heimdall beckoned to Palme, leaving Solger's expression behind when he left there, since he couldn't figure it out, why bother.

He met Hollingworth in "Homecoming Like an Arrow", and the owner of the restaurant personally made him a cup of cinnamon tea. Heimdall hesitated for a while holding the teacup, and walked towards Hollingworth's seat.

Before he could say the last word of greeting that could attract attention, Hollingworth pointed to the empty chair opposite without raising his head.

"sit."

"I thought you didn't see me." Heimdall sat down as he said.

"I was sitting at an angle where I could see the reflection of the glass feature wall across the way, right across the door," Hollingworth said.

That's it, Heimdall took a sip of hot tea.

Hollingworth said again, "Just now I was thinking, if you clearly saw me but pretended not to see me, I'll just find a reason to deduct your trainee points."

Heimdall hurriedly took out his handkerchief and covered his mouth to prevent losing his composure.

Hollingworth put down the book in his hand, and met Heimdall's eyes.

"How is Krum now?"

"In that way, the therapists are always committed to trying new treatments, but... I don't want to say anything wrong with the therapists. I can see their hard work, but as a family member who has nothing to do but wait, I can't control it. Don’t question those new ways yourself.”

Hollingworth patted the back of his hand, "Everything will be fine." Although the words were empty, the emotion was sincere.

Heimdall smiled wryly, "I sincerely hope that moment will come as soon as possible."

"If you need my help, just mention it, as long as I can do it." Hollingworth's tone could not help but be a little dignified.

"When can I be a judge?"

"..."

"What have you been up to lately?" Heimdall timidly changed the subject.

"Don't tell you."

"..." Heimdall laughed dryly. "Do you know where Professor Lange has gone? I wrote him two letters, but there has been no reply."

"He's investigating a case that's hard to tell at the moment. Don't worry, he's alive and kicking, and he's fine."

"That's good." Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief and didn't ask about any cases.One is out of caution; the other is that I don't want to take care of myself at this time.He just wants to be with Victor now, not the time to fight for performance.

Hollingworth said with a mysterious face: "This case may be settled soon."

When we returned to the Horntail ward, Mrs. Krum had already left, and my friends hadn't come back yet.

A strange lady whom Heimdall had never seen was sitting on a sofa, and she stood up as soon as he entered.Heimdall scanned the opponent's body at the fastest speed, and showed appropriate surprise.

"This is Miss Brandt, my boss' niece." Victor said this when introducing the strange lady to Heimdall.

The owner Victor said was the owner of the Basteto Vulcans.

"It's an honor." Heimdall shook hands with this lady who seemed to have run out of some luxurious banquet, and the silver dress on her body forced Heimdall to blink continuously.

I hope she doesn't misunderstand that he is giving her ogles, Heimdall thought.

Later, I realized that this dress looked familiar. In an advertisement, a princess with a blurred face passed through it for a few shots, but the collar and skirt were different. Ms. Brandt probably modified it according to her own needs.

Miss Brandt said goodbye directly. Before leaving, she turned her head and glanced at Krum, who was lying on the hospital bed, pretending to be exhausted.Heimdall kept smiling, pretending not to notice the "magic stroke".

The door opened and closed, and they were the only ones left in the ward.

"She came to express condolences?" Heimdall found the gift on the cabinet by the door.

"Probably wanted to see if I was still alive," Victor said.

"Courage is commendable. There are still many therapists out there who dare not touch patients."

"Maybe she will go for screening and prescribe medicine as soon as she leaves this door."

Heimdall winked at Victor, "Does it work?"

"what?"

"Deep V neckline and high slit."

Victor laughed and got out of bed, sat on the sofa, smiled and held out his hand to him.

Heimdall went over and sat on the armrest, putting his weight on the back of the sofa so as not to burden Victor.

Victor knew it well, reached out and stroked Heimdall's cheek, and said, "Grandma asked me to count some money for Frank Fordow, saying that it should be two or three times more, and asked me for his contact Way, I said that I will inquire after he finds the next employer."

Victor had already told Heimdall everything last night, and Heimdall shared the day's itinerary in a courteous manner.

"Don't give him money, or my plan with Duwab will be disrupted." Heimdall said.

Victor said with interest: "You can tell me the whole plan now, it's been a night."

Heimdall took out the letter he had received before leaving the Horntail's room, "Dwab told me in the letter that Frank Faure had lost nearly 30 from his partner, and this number may still be increasing, or No. Of the 30 galleons, 20 is mine. He said in the letter that he had transferred the money to my account. I didn’t expect him to be impatient, but I warmly welcomed him with my hands up. readily."

"Mr. Stuluson, what is 20? I didn't hear any topics related to numbers yesterday." Victor dragged his voice for a long time.

Heimdall laughed twice, "I said that I wanted to tease him. Duwab felt very unhappy because of being neglected by Mr. Fall. We hit it off in this matter. What kind of situation can induce it seems to learn Prudent gamblers make up their minds to give it a go? Of course, there is no need to worry about the future.”

Victor thought quickly, "So you paid off his debt. 20?"

"17, another 4 is 'rainy day'," Heimdall smiled. "If he has no money, how can he enter the casino, how can he be fooled, and how can he be caught in a trap? A dismissed wizard who has no worries and has money in his hand meets the conditions for going to the casino no matter what. I ponder How much should be given to him for a long time, 3 is Duwab's idea."

Victor raised the corner of his mouth, "You are not afraid that he has really learned his lesson, what if he refuses to take advantage of the trick he set up?"

Heimdall said: "He easily gave up the old Mrs. Krum who might be able to provide more than this through hard work for 3 Galleons. Presumably the 'good' wish of getting something for nothing should not have left him. In this way , Duwab has another 'three chances'."

Heimdall flicked the letter paper, "This partner is different from Duwab, he is ruthless and has no taboos. Duwab said that if the matter is successful, he will pay me the interest for hard work, but I didn't want it. His partner probably let it go. Usury, I can't hand over my handle to others."

Victor pulled Heimdall's head down and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"20, don't you feel bad when you spend it?"

Chief Stuluson's stingy personality is as eye-catching as his great achievements.

"How can I not feel distressed? My eyes were red when I saw Foer's signature. If you don't believe me, you can ask Nulun. He has seen it all." Heimdall looked haggard at that moment. "20, the pocket money Snow gave me, the pocket money my father gave me, I can't bear to spend, and the sales income from my Muggle supplies grocery store over the years, plus the part-time job for the past ten years The income and so on... This money is all my savings since I was six years old, all my net worth, can you imagine how a person feels when he spends all his money? Pull out the cold and drop it! Take my Muggle supplies Grocery stores can’t make up the money if they sell it.”

"How do you know?" the master said casually.

"...I asked Nulun to evaluate it. He said that the shop was at most [-] to [-] yuan. I think the [-] yuan is a decoration added for my face. In Newlon's eyes, the shop is worth [-] yuan."

Seeing Mr. Stulusong's small face getting more and more sad, with a look of bitterness and hatred, the master hurriedly comforted him with the chicken pecking rice.

"Okay, okay, hasn't the money been 'returned' to you? Don't think about the past."

Chief Sturlusson nodded vigorously, not an example.

The next time anyone asks him to take out 20, he will be in a hurry, as if he forgot that he came up with the idea himself.

Afterwards, he said cheerfully: "Nurem is very interested in the partnership project between me and the Weasley brothers. He thinks it is a channel for money. The products are very popular. However, because the situation in the UK has changed, and ... our contact has decreased day by day."

Heimdall leaned his head on the master's shoulder, "I wrote a letter to Professor Snape and told him about your situation, hoping he could give me some advice, but unfortunately I haven't received a reply until today. It can be seen that there is a lot of trouble in the UK. No, I shouldn't trouble him anymore, he must have a lot to worry about."

Victor took Heimdall's hand to his lips and kissed it, and Heimdall smiled at him.

Hollingworth took the place of Ansip, sitting in the lifeless garden and drinking tea made from cheap tea leaves. People's adaptability is indeed infinite. He never drank this kind of tea, not because it was cheap, but because of the variety. He felt that the tea was too fragrant, but after waiting for nothing these days, he actually got a taste of it, and even had the idea of ​​overturning the previous conclusion, feeling that the tea was getting more and more refreshing.

Of course, Hollingsworth would never admit this publicly.

Ansip and Lange were in the potion operation room upstairs specially set up for this investigation, and under the supervision of the extra manpower sent by the police force, they worked day and night on repeated experiments and deliberations.

Hollingworth was originally a member of the laboratory, Goddess of justice, and his Potions grades in school were indeed not bad, but he was equally sure that he could not understand the conversation between the master and apprentice, as if they were using The language of another world, actually they speak Estonian which they can understand.

This feeling was quite bad. Hollingworth decided to have a cup of tea to relax, and came to the small garden. After drinking this tea for several days, he never went up again.

Andrew hinted yesterday that he may soon be able to catch the opponent's handle, in other words, the research has made progress.

There was a sound of footsteps upstairs, and then, surrounded by watchers, Langer helped Ansip go downstairs.Ansip held a piece of parchment in his hand, densely filled with troublesome potion formulas and various detailed analysis.

Hollingworth, who heard the noise and walked in, couldn't help being excited, and he hurried forward to meet him.

"How about it?"

Ansip glanced at Lange, who said: "My guess is correct, there is indeed a problem with this medicine, the teacher has analyzed every ingredient in making this kind of potion, including the dosage added during production and the production method , fire mastering, and the time it takes to make potions."

Ansip handed the parchment to Hollingworth, "My analysis is all on it."

Hollingworth took it carefully, and then said with some hesitation: "Forgive me, it's not that I don't trust you, but I have to take it to the Potion Testing Department under the International Pharmacists Association and IW's counterpart for verification."

"I understand." Ansip turned out to be a judge, and he knew the process.

"That's right," Ansip said again. "You can always tell me now, who made this medicine and where did you get it?"

"Teacher, don't pretend to be confused. You really can't see it. You even found out the extra additions in it." Lange said meaningfully.

Ansip smiled, then shook his head with emotion, "I still can't believe it, how could it be Karel Di Rupo? I don't believe he knows nothing about the possible huge side effects of this medicine, that is Karel Di Rupo, not the cat and dog in the Apothecary Association who held a chicken feather as an arrow. He was threatened by Gellert Grindelwald to kill the whole family and still remained unchanged. He is the mainstay of the wizarding medical community and has won the Peace Prize. di Rupo!"

"It's nothing. Human beings are inherently complicated and cannot be static." Lange said. "Walley Ilves got the Peace Prize too."

(PS: Wally Ilves is another lover of Ansip, Lange's former good friend, and the current Estonian Minister of Magic who sent Lange to prison. His wife is Lange's ex-wife .This guy showed up last school year, during the Barnabas Finkley awards segment.)

Ansip's expression changed, and he fell silent.

On the way back, Hollingworth was full of thoughts about how to surprise him. Di Rupo has a special status. There are not a few people who are willing to petition and say good things about him. Many therapists who have listened to his lectures in the wizarding medical field today claim to be him. Students, if the operation is not done properly, it will become an Ansip-style long-term resistance war, and it will most likely become nothing.

However, there is a premise before making conclusions, which is to prove that Di Rupo was not an unintentional mistake. If it is really just a miss, it will be another mode of operation.

In fact, Hollingworth doesn't really believe that Karel Di Rupo would be stupid. A wizard with status and status like him values ​​reputation more than life, and he is so cautious that he treats these famous old guys For us, carelessness makes us lose our security at the end of the festival, which is more unimaginable than a fantasy.

There is also this strange disease. Since this is the case, is there a direction to resolve the disease instead of blindly following the rules or finding another way.

In front of the gates of the International Confederation of Wizards, he said goodbye to Lange, who decided to visit a friend in the treatment center.

The elevator sent Hollingworth back to the floor where IW was. The preoccupied judge didn't notice that the atmosphere on the floor was much more impetuous than when he left.

When he sat down, he saw that Miss Adeleia Flyring, who was used to being good-looking in front of her boss, forgot to maintain her meticulous work attitude, and actually chatted with people during working hours, and let him see.Then, Hollingworth finally noticed something strange in his colleagues.

"What's going on?" He called to a judge who was passing by his desk excitedly.

The judge was startled, and his question calmed him down.

"I just came back, what happened here?" Hollingworth asked again, dissatisfied with the other party's dullness.

"I got the news half an hour ago that he's dead." The judge actually played tricks without knowing what to do.

Hollingworth asked patiently, "Clarify, who is dead!"

Probably his eyes and tone were too harsh, which frightened the sensitive and fragile judge, who said aggrievedly: "Di Rupo."

"...What?!" Hollingworth was stunned and shouted.

"That's what everyone says. Karel Di Rupo was found dead in the apartment this morning." The judge's voice became weeping.