novel-bin Chapter 657 First Investigation
Chapter 657 First Investigation
When Draco found Heimdall, he was surrounded by a group of classmates watching the excitement.Draco fought his way to the front and saw his cousin sitting on the crowded bench.
Why "crowded"?Because the bench is full of messy things that don’t know what to do; there are long and short flying broomsticks beside the bench; the open space in front of the bench is occupied by various wizard chess boards.The chess pieces shouted and fought on the black and white squares, and the drums and horns competed. The sound effects were more thrilling than the dragon fighting part of the Triwizard Tournament.
"Rig?" Draco straddled the chessboard with difficulty and came to his cousin, but unfortunately there was no room for his ass.
"Oh, here you are." Heimdall raised his head and smiled at him, clutching a few seemingly crude wands in his hand.
"What's going on here?" Draco looked around.
"I haven't come here for a few months, and the heads of Durmstrang miss me so much, so..." Heimdall put his wand under his nose and sniffed. "That's how they miss me, it's flattering."
Draco bent down to pick up a broom, and the feel immediately gave him a message - light.He fiddled with the broom handle in puzzlement, and heard Heimdall say to the inspection report floating in front of his eyes: "Unfortunately, this is not American walnut, not to mention American, it is not even walnut. As for why it has a rare purple fracture I don’t believe that your laboratory doesn’t know about it. I found clues on another wand of the same texture. You know the rules of the laboratory. I don’t issue test reports for fake products. I will charge the original price. I accept payment in installments, and of course I would prefer a one-time settlement. You can discuss the specific operation method with my house elf Hina, she knows what to do."
After speaking, the quill on the parchment stopped, silently hanging in the air.
"You seem to have encountered something unpleasant." Draco was still fiddling with the broom that was too light.
"They thought I lost my brain when I left school and used obvious fakes to test whether my IQ was the same as before."
"What are you going to do?"
"Let Gallon speak, this method has always worked." Heimdall beamed.
"Rig..." Draco hesitated, holding up his broom.
"what happened?"
"Can you teach me this?" Draco said. "Of course you don't have to tell me everything. I just want to learn some skills in detecting magic items with you. It's not for the school, nor for other students, and not for Jin Jialong." Although tired, it is very fulfilling. He also longs for such a lifestyle, but he thinks that he cannot reach the level of his cousin, at least he has pursued it, and it is enough for him.
"Yes, if you want to learn." Heimdall welcomed.
"Really?" Draco eagerly rubbed his hands together. "What do you think I'm going to do next?"
"Clean up those chessboards that have lost their movement, end the chess game, wait for the pieces to recover, and then put them back on the board one by one, so that they can start over again." Heimdall gave an unequivocal order.
Draco took a chicken feather as an arrow, and drove away the onlookers one by one, just like a stabbing guy vying for territory, staring at all the students who tried to find out.
Heimdall shook his head amusedly.
After a while, the busy Master Malfoy came to his senses.
"Why do I get the feeling you treat me like a house-elf?" Draco muttered.
"I happen to be short of a follower." Director Sturluson said calmly.
The cousin tossed around for a while, sweating, Heimdall called a timeout, and swept the "broken copper and iron" beside him to the ground.
"You treat the test object like this? What if it is smashed?" Draco was dumbfounded.
"These are not test items, but parts that I disassembled from unqualified products. As long as the other party permits, the laboratory can recycle unqualified products." Heimdall patted the empty space beside him. "These things are very strong, and they won't break or break. You haven't seen how those research laboratories treat their own works. They are much more cruel than me."
Draco then stopped paying attention to the fate of the junk.
"Why was the broom I was holding so light?" Draco asked.
"I removed the push mechanism and the broom is empty, of course light," Heimdall said.
"Is it also a substandard product?"
"No, the broomstick research laboratory wrote in a letter saying that another member of the experimental research laboratory broke the broom when they were testing them, and they sent the broom to me for an explanation."
"That Swiss wizard named Zug?" Draco said.
"Interlaken Zug. He is currently the only member of the experimental research laboratory besides me. Before I left, I gave him the inspection authority, let him figure it out, and accept the job if he thinks he can handle it. The gold plus Long is counted in the accounts of the experimental research laboratory."
"He broke the broom in the broomstick lab?"
"That's what the classmates in the broom lab who wrote to me said." Heimdall exerted force, and with a snap, the wand in his hand was broken into two pieces. "Don't even take measures to prevent physical damage, those third-rate wands will at least burst into flames, just pretending to be American walnut, hoping to sell at a high price?" Heimdall threw the wand back into the box that came with the wand and said nothing. Push far, out of sight is out of mind.
Draco was extremely calm, glanced lightly, and said, "Are you implying that the broom research room is confusing the public?"
Heimdall joked: "Maybe they also want to know what my IQ is right now."
Draco laughed.
After he finished laughing, Heimdall said: "The experimental laboratory has its own disassembly method. Although Zug didn't learn it for a long time, and his proficiency in skills still needs to be improved, I taught him those methods. Yes. With his autistic learning method of keeping his ears shut, he doesn’t care about how the broom laboratory operates, so those dismantling techniques that are very different from our laboratory’s traditional methods and have obvious traces can be seen at a glance.”
Draco gloated, "They shot themselves in the foot."
"Probably not for some ulterior motive," Heimdall said. "The traces are too obvious, as if they were deliberately exposed for me to see. Most likely, they are just like what I guessed, and they are testing me."
"...The laboratory in your school is really interesting." Draco smiled meaningfully.
Chief Sturlusson nodded, "The chiefs are generally sensitive and fragile."
"This is a letter from Zug, it arrived this morning." Heimdall stuffed the letter into Draco's hand.
"Show me?" Draco asked, getting an affirmative answer. "You didn't come to complain, did you?"
"No, this kid is very good. He doesn't think he is wrong, so he won't think about it, and he won't complain to others."
Draco unfolded the letter and muttered, "Merlin...it's all in German, I have a headache."
"Look slowly, don't rush." A student waved to Heimdall, and Heimdall walked over.
Draco followed, "Someone wants to compete with him? But he seems to be very motivated, it feels like this..."
Heimdall replied, "Whether he can handle it or not, there will definitely be a follow-up. If he can't handle it, I plan to go and see."
"Why do you expect him to be unable to handle it?" Draco said playfully.
"I know how many veterans he has. Those who dare to come to challenge have one or two trump cards and will not make it easily. Usually such people do have skills." Heimdall said with a smile. "If it really doesn't work, would you like to come with me?"
Draco's eyes lit up, "Okay!" He said energetically, "What am I going to do next?"
Heimdall handed him the White Queen and Black Queen, "Let's play."
"How to use it?" Draco curiously rubbed the chess pieces that looked a little different.
"Just throw it on the board. When using one of them, don't forget to remove all the other pieces on your side."
Draco rushed to the chessboard excitedly, yelling, "You! It's you! Don't touch it, it's your fault!"
On Friday morning, Heimdall received an anonymous letter.No signature, no address.
But he had a vague premonition.
He opened the envelope, and Yael suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the newspaper in front of him, "Do you want to read it? If you don't, I'll show you."
Todor frowned and came again.
Heimdall grabbed it subconsciously, turned the newspaper over and dropped it back on the table, "Don't move, I want to read it!" He lowered his head and glanced quickly. "I'm watching, I'm watching, don't smoke."
Yael withdrew his hand and flipped through the book in boredom.
The "crisis" was lifted, and Heimdall quickly put the newspaper in the cloth bag and pulled out the letter paper.There is no letterhead, only a "4" at the inscription.He held up the letter paper and pointed it at the light source, but found nothing unusual.He took a bite of the oatmeal cake as if nothing had happened, spread the letter paper on the table, took out his wand and aimed it at the right side of 4, where there was an oval specially drawn with a pen.With the effect of the manifestation magic, the letter emblem of the Secret Investigation Bureau under the French Ministry of Magic emerged on the paper.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Heimdall's reply letter was delivered to the address indicated on the letter, and Mr. No. 4 personally signed it.
Heimdall agreed to a meeting, scheduled for Saturday, the next day.
In the park in the middle of the street, some people are walking, some are jogging, some are pushing baby carriages, some are lying on the grass reading a book and taking a nap. It is a leisurely scene.
Sitting on the bench, Heimdall crossed his legs, holding in his hand the strawberry ice cream he bought from a street car playing music, licking it once in a while.
After a while, someone sat down beside him.
"How's it going?" Heimdall asked.
"Find an address."
"Is it true without verification?"
"No," investigator No. 4 said unnaturally. "We're not good at dealing with Muggles."
"At the same time, you can't trust your colleagues in the Ministry who know how to deal with it?"
"The minister didn't know about this matter. You have met our justice, and he hinted that I can pursue it, provided that the matter cannot be made a big deal, because this is contrary to the way of doing things that the French Ministry of Magic has always pursued, and will give Minister causing trouble."
It seems that the French Ministry of Magic is more united than expected. At the beginning, Heimdall tried to "instigate rebellion" with Master Arrow, but it ended before it even started.
"Take me to see."
No. 4 said: "That's exactly what I meant."
It was just after noon when they reached the small town.The streets were empty, and there was a lazy breath in the air.The sun shines on the flower pots on the window sills of the residential houses, and the gorgeous plants all hold their heads high.The sound of the soles of the shoes stepping on the stone pavement spreads far away, and occasionally there will be a small episode: a wild cat suddenly jumps out from the distance, stays on the street for a while, stares straight at the two uninvited guests with powerful and tricky eyes, and then The two jumped up towards the third step towards it, and slid into the opposite alley like an arrow leaving the string.
They wandered about the town, from the bakery at the top of the street to the tailor at the end of the street, from east to west, from west to north, and from north to south.Heimdall looked carefully at each store, and chatted with the residents of the town in confusing English and French, and it was amazing that they talked in detail.
"I'm glad the French are as enthusiastic as the legend says." Heimdall was elated, not at all annoyed.
The local residents who chatted with him were very friendly. When he came out of the bakery, he was stuffed with a baguette; he turned around and entered the perfume shop, and when he came out, he had a small bottle of lavender essential oil in his hand; he stopped for a while at the shoe store and got a pair of cashmere socks He can even take away a jar of rosemary and a bottle of raw pepper from the spice shop... The boss who sells groceries saw that he was holding it hard, so he donated a canvas bag free of charge, and Heimdall handed a small piece to the boss Cheese - this is also a gift from someone else.The bearded boss readily accepted his thank you gift.
No. 4 was so familiar with him that he admired him, admiringly watched him gesticulating in funny English and French, and even patted him on the shoulder when he was excited and laughed.As they walked through the streets, the shy Mr. No. 4 stood far away and pretended to be a lady. He even deliberately controlled his gaze to avoid meeting Muggle eyes.
At dusk, Heimdall found a hidden place to stuff all the gifts into his cloth bag, and took out the black-rimmed glasses that were only used once, put them on the bridge of his nose, and took out the glasses from Rianna. A half-worn advance cap that was never returned after it came out.
He emptied the biscuits from the cylindrical metal biscuit tin into a handkerchief and wrapped them in a handkerchief, threw a few copper Knuts in it, shook the biscuit tin slightly, and walked out of the hidden alley. Mr. 4 followed closely behind.He listened to Heimdall's advice - written in the reply letter, and wore a long trench coat.Although this is still somewhat incompatible between the thinly clothed local residents and sporadic tourists, it is more normal than wizard robes. Mr. 4 also felt able to tolerate the trench coat.
"Where are we going?" asked Four.
"The family surnamed Di Rupo lives near the lavender fields near the town. They don't interact with the residents of the town very much. They do their own thing and never actively participate in the activities of the town. Everyone sends one or two representatives to visit. The door of Di Rupo's house is not easily opened to the outside world."
"I just found out this? I thought it was just a casual chat."
"No, dear," Heimdall looked out from under the brim of his hat. "That's just chatting casually. My purpose is to take advantage of others. You have seen it too. I have gained a lot. It has nothing to do with helping you investigate."
"I'm sorry." Number 4 smiled awkwardly.
Unexpectedly, the house of Di Rupo's family is very eye-catching, especially on the edge of the large purple lavender fields. The large glass windows and the horizontal and vertical milky white facade are very different from the old buildings in the town for some years. Like a modern art museum, it's a far cry from the gloomy medieval castle or the thatched witch's cottage of a Muggle novel you'd expect.
"No wonder they don't live in the town. It would be a waste of the view if this house were built there." After Heimdall finished speaking, he exchanged glances with Mr. No. 4, walked up a gentle slope through a short stone staircase, and Di Rupo's The door is close at hand.
Heimdall looked at No. 4 again, and the latter looked grateful and insensitive.
"You should knock on the door." He didn't even know how to greet Muggles.
There was a red electric bell button beside the blindingly white gate. When Heimdall pressed it, the whole house erupted into giggling, and the two visitors at the gate were startled. Mr. No. 4 can't laugh or cry, which coincides with the preferences of many wizards.Heimdall found a mini-amplified speaker above the door frame, and that was where the sound came from.
The weird laugh ended and no one answered the door.
The two hesitated whether to press it again, and a vague question came from inside the door, "Who is it?" It sounded like a young woman's voice.
There was no answer from outside the door.
"Who are you looking for?" the insider asked again, this time the voice was much clearer.
"Why don't you answer?" No. 4 was anxious.
Heimdall pursed his lips and shouted, "Hello." Of course he used French, and he could only say "Hello" and "Goodbye", and at the same time complained to No. 4, "What's wrong with you answering? You can't see your face anyway."
Number 4 was about to say something when the voice rang out again, this time incredibly close.
"Who are you looking for?"
The door was not opened, and on the right hand side, about a meter away from the door, a red-haired girl stuck her head out. There was a window pushed out, and she was lying on the window and looking at them.
On the 4th, he began to pretend to be a lady again, Heimdall squeezed out a smile, and raised the biscuit box in his hand.
"Hello, we are collecting donations for the Dorothy Help Project." This is what I found out on the way of "walking around" just now.
The red-haired girl reached out to brush the hair that fell in front of her eyes.
Heimdall said again: "As much as you want, half a franc is fine." English and French revived, and I don't know if people can understand them.
"Wait." The girl retracted her head, and after a while, the door opened.
The girl slipped a note into Heimdall's biscuit box.
"You are so generous." Heimdall grinned.
The girl leaned against the door frame and looked at them with her arms crossed.Most of the gazes were on Heimdall.With straight eyes, he scanned him from beginning to end. The smile on his face made Mr. No. 4, who had not received this treatment, restless.So indiscreet! Mr. No. 4 didn't dare to look at her, just to see what he was wearing, a translucent bright red gauze dress, as bright as her hair, as if it would burn in the next second.It looks like a lady's nightgown.Oh Muggles!
"I haven't seen you." The girl said in not-so-fluent English.
Heimdall smiled gratefully at her, "It's my first time here. It's so beautiful here."
"you are Australian?"
Heimdall wondered, why such a guess?
"No, I'm British."
"Nonsense!" The girl stared exaggeratedly. "You don't look like a British person at all. The British are not like you. You are much more pleasing to the eye than those British guys who pretend to be serious." He started the "infrared" scanning again.
"To be honest, you don't look like a Frenchman either." Heimdall showed an amused expression.
The girl pursed her lips and smiled, "What do you think I look like?"
"Rita Hayworth."
The girl giggled and looked very happy. "I have similarities with her. I also have Spanish blood."
Heimdall smiled, "Then you are Rita Hayworth from Di Rupo's family?"
"No, my name is not Di Rupo."
"But..." Heimdall was taken aback, and took out a piece of paper from his pocket. "It says this is Di Rupo, and we have to tick the boxes for those who donate money."
No. 4's eyes are about to fall out, what "it says this is Di Rupo"!It's just a blank sheet of paper!In a blink of an eye, he found that the girl had no intention of taking it over to take a look, so he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that this boy was too courageous to lie in front of others without changing his face.
"They moved away," said the girl. "This is no longer Di Rupo's house."
"Moved away? Oh, please wait..." Heimdall took out another pencil. "May I ask you are?"
"Ganiway, our family name is Ganiway." The girl leaned closer to Heimdall quietly, and Heimdall could smell the scent of women's perfume on her body.
The girl said, "My name is Margarita." She turned a blind eye to the paper and didn't care what Heimdall wrote.
"It's an honor." Heimdall put away the pen and paper calmly. "Where did they move to? Such a nice house."
When the girl heard that he was still willing to talk to her, she said with high spirits: "Spain, their ancestors did well in Spain, and they probably want to go back to live a better life. Our family and Di Rupo are relatives."
"Spanish blood."
"Yes."
"Spain, that's good," said Heimdall. "Maybe I can travel to Spain in July or August. My friend said that the number of Spaniards at that time seemed to explode at any time, but it was so lively that I could go to the seaside for a vacation."
"France's seaside is also very good, but Spain has a different style." The red-haired girl's voice slipped past Heimdall's ears, soft and greasy. "When the time comes, let's go together, and I will be your guide."
"Stop by to visit your relatives." Heimdall seemed enthusiastic.
"Oh, they live far away from the sea, in the interior of Spain, it's so hot in July and August, they're poor, poor, and very boring." The girl looked disgusted.
"Just go to the beach," Heimdall said.
The girl smiled and said, "We're only going to the beach." She spoke in two words, with ambiguous eyes.
After a few more words, Heimdall said goodbye, and Mr. No. 4 turned around impatiently.
They apparate back to Paris.
"Spain, what a surprise," Heimdall said. "I can't help you anymore."
"I didn't know they had moved away, so they should be watched." No. 4 said angrily.
"People in the small town are still in the dark, so it can be seen that they have just moved away not long ago."
Number 4 nodded, "Thank you."
"It's nothing."
Number 4 suddenly laughed, "You seem to be very adaptable to this kind of thing."
"what's up?"
"Flirting with women."
"...Don't talk nonsense! Just say a few flattering words according to the wishes of the subject under investigation. As a genuine investigator, don't make a fuss." Heimdall pressed the brim of his hat. "I'm not delusional about women, and I'm fluent in flattery. Don't you think she's pretty? I do see a bit of Rita Hayworth in her."
Four laughed, obviously not convinced, and unconcerned about who Rita Hayworth was.
They walked a few more steps, and a wizard approached them suddenly, and said something in No. 4's ear. No. 4 nodded, and the wizard disappeared just like when he came.
Heimdall was amazed.
"By the way, this one has to be returned." Heimdall took out the tin biscuit box.
Mr. No. 4 raised his hand to take it, but Heimdall withdrew his hand like a thief, glanced at the other party angrily, opened the biscuit box, took out the red-haired girl's 50 francs and handed it to No. 4, and hugged it tightly with the other hand. With a cookie box, including three copper nuts inside.
No. 4 couldn't laugh or cry, then looked behind Heimdall and said, "He's here."
Heimdall turned around, "Who's here?"
The next second, Heimdall laughed, and turned around to find that No. 4 was gone. He shrugged, closed the biscuit box, and stuffed it back into the cloth bag.
The person who came has already walked behind him, "Hello."
Heimdall looked back suspiciously, and his poor Irish accent reappeared, "Hello."
The person came and said, "Are you free? Go have a drink."
"Are you talking to me?" Heimdall pretended to be surprised.
"What do you think?" The visitor reached out and grabbed his chin and shook it gently.
"Sir, don't move your hands and feet in public." Heimdall took a step back seemingly embarrassed.
The visitor followed closely and leaned forward again, holding Heimdall's waist with one hand, "Baby, my heart beats only for you, my emotions burst forth only for you, and my life is colorful only because of you. So don't reject me."
Heimdall couldn't help laughing, "Where did you learn it? It's too nasty!"
Victor also laughed, "Bookstores, and TV shows."
Heimdall held on to the glasses that were about to fall, "Take a walk together? I haven't been to Wizard Street in France yet."
"Being obedient is worse than respect." Victor let go of his waist and held his hand instead.
Behind them, a wizard with a magic camera hanging around his neck that can take high-definition close-up shots snapped the shutter at the two of them, and kept muttering, "Krum met a mysterious lover on the streets of Paris, France, and wore a ring finger on his left ring finger." A ring that has never been seen before... Earned and earned..."
The author has something to say: It seems that many friends are very concerned about big eyes. It is worth our effort to "raise" a cute baby.Let's put it this way, we are writing a YY article, the process is occasionally entangled and unavoidable, and the ending must be Hollywood-style.Some people may think that this is vulgar, but we have never planned to write dark fairy tales, and it is impossible to change the style. Paulownia will carry YY to the end.To put it bluntly, we are a big layman.
It is impossible for a foreign land to satisfy all readers, and Paulownia does not have the ability to satisfy everyone. We have this self-knowledge. All in all, we hope to gain the approval of most friends.
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Last time I talked about brown sugar, let’s continue today.
Brown sugar can be eaten as a snack, which is more nutritious than the usual candies and is more beneficial to the human body.Sometimes my mouth will feel greedy and I want to eat some candies. At this time, if you have raw brown sugar at home, you can eat a small piece of it. It will not only satisfy your cravings, but also safer than ordinary candies.
Raw brown sugar is rarely available now, and it is sold in bags in powder form in supermarkets.I have seen original brown sugar when I was a child. The original brown sugar is in pieces, slices or lumps. When eating, you need to cut it with a knife. This kind of brown sugar retains more nutrients than powdered brown sugar and tastes better.It has a burnt aroma, even a bit like chocolate.If you can buy block brown sugar at home, you can eat this as a snack when you are hungry, which is much better than those high-end candies with flavor and coloring.
We have two sugar jars in our house, one is brown sugar and the other is white sugar (and a bag of rock sugar).Brown sugar is used for cold dressing, and white sugar (or rock sugar) is used for cooking.Brown sugar cannot be heated at high temperature for a long time, so it is generally used for cold dishes.Raw dishes are often cold, using brown sugar can warm the stomach and relieve the coldness.
There are three points to pay attention to when using brown sugar: first, reduce the intake of brown sugar in spring; second, people with hot constitution should use it with caution; third, don’t give children too much brown sugar.
Children are more suitable to eat maltose, because maltose is grain sugar, which is made by fermenting malt with corn, wheat, glutinous rice and other grains.Maltose is sweet and bitter, not [-]% sweet.Its sweetness can invigorate the spleen, and its bitterness can invigorate the stomach.Therefore, people with poor stomach and poor digestion are not suitable to eat maltose.This kind of bitterness and sweetness is perfect for children, because children have strong yang energy.Why many children love to eat sugar is actually an instinctive reaction of the body. They need sweetness to invigorate the spleen and stomach. If the yang is too heavy, they need to replenish yin. Only when the yin and yang of our body are balanced can we be healthy.
Most children don't like spicy food for the same reason. Spicy taste can nourish yang and expel dampness. Healthy children don't need spicy food.So sometimes if you feel a craving for spicy food, it may not be because you want to eat this dish, but your body is telling you that it wants to expel moisture.