HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 702 Looking at the Corpse

Heimdall and the Swedish wizard detective described it for a long time. After half an hour, a hot McDonald's was delivered to Graf.

"Please, Mr. Count." Heimdall said jokingly.

The boy couldn't wait to tear open the package, and chomped down on the cold Coke.

Four wizards sat in a row opposite him, drinking hot tea.Peter wanted a glass of beef liver-flavored blood ale, but considering the guts of Muggles, he had to give up.

Graf sipped his drink sharply, glanced at it once or twice from time to time, with a vigilant expression on his face, and believed that if there was any sudden movement at this time, he would definitely run away immediately.

After wiping out a burger, Graff mustered up the courage to ask, "When can I go home?"

One of the police detectives, who had straightened his chest and straightened his waist without moving much since he sat down, frowned. This forty-something police detective muttered to himself, how could he talk while eating?What is going on with young people today?He thought of the scene he saw on vacation at the seaside last summer. The women were bare-chested and undisciplined, and the men talked frivolously and behaved recklessly.What's even more frightening is that everyone takes these things for granted. Even if the young man in front of him is a Muggle, he should maintain his due dignity.

Uncle Police Detective's old-fashioned mother has been away from him for 15 years, and the strict concept of ethics is deeply rooted.Therefore, the detective pretended not to hear it at all, although when the boy raised his eyes to ask a question, the first look of the boy rested on him.

Another much younger detective exchanged glances with Peter, who also knew the ins and outs. The young detective said kindly, "I can assure you that you will have dinner at home today."

Graf finally relaxed and snorted the Coke, and the detective uncle blew his beard in his heart and stared.

After filling his stomach, empty plastic cups, paper bags and other things disappeared in an instant, and Graff's face began to turn pale again.

Heimdall and Peter sat down in front of a mirror, and the two detectives continued the transcript.

"Are you trying to brainwash me?!" Graff opened his eyes wide in horror.

After the unsuccessful memory write-off just now, coupled with the observation later, the two wizard detectives have more or less figured out his temper.

The older one got straight to the point, "We won't brainwash you anymore, because your brain is less cooperative than yours."

Graff was not sure if he was joking, and was at a loss for a while, so he turned to Heimdall for help.

"Don't worry dear," Heimdall said. "You'll remember how to get back."

Graff looked like he was about to cry.

"Okay, that's the end of the joke." The young police detective's words saved Graf from fire and water, and then he asked seriously, "Mr. Graf, what made you look for the so-called magical world regardless of the danger?"

"Bedtime story." Graff looked frustrated.

"bed time story?"

"Before the child goes to bed, the family wants to put the child to sleep..."

"Thanks, we're not aliens, so we know bedtime stories." The young detective interrupted him amusedly.

"Wow, you still know about aliens!" Graff exaggeratedly fussed.

Several wizards present stared at him in unison, and Graf lowered his head.

"What kind of story?" asked the young police detective.

"Well, you know, it's all like that, that's what it is."

"Please explain clearly."

Graf sighed, "Isn't it just about a lucky guy who suddenly got a blueprint that can find treasures in the world one day, and after years of hard work, he finally discovered that this blueprint is a map leading to another world... what happened next You can make up a basket of things just by thinking about it." A look ashamed to speak.

Heimdall nodded silently, using rotten old tricks everywhere.

The older police detective raised his eyebrows, "You believe it?"

"Of course not!" Graff retorted loudly.

But under the attention of four pairs of eyes, he suddenly covered his face.

"... Well, I admit it, I have always believed it, and I have proved it, haven't I?"

"No, you're wrong!" said the detective uncle. "A certain place on that map misled you, causing you to discover what you shouldn't have found and see what you shouldn't have seen, so you've found the wrong place!"

Graff was dumbfounded.

The detective uncle was categorical, "The best proof is that we appeared in front of you and had this conversation with you." Then he squeezed out a smile. "Young man, don't lose heart, one day you will find the right place!"

Graff was in a daze.

Heimdall and Peter couldn't help laughing, this is really brainwashing.

After the transcript was over, the two detectives and Peter went out to whisper.

The interrogation room fell silent, Graf fidgeted on tiptoe and looked around while Heimdall was flipping through an outdated Swiss wizard newspaper.The colorful and gorgeous content published on the homepage is the Wizarding Goods Fair being held in Lausanne. The photos of the event are exquisitely printed, and there are a variety of goods that are in short supply. They are also accompanied by vivid scrolling text explanations.

Judge Sturluson's eyes stayed on the flashing "discount" signboard for a long time...

"Am I reading that right?! Can the pictures in the newspaper move?"

Pressing the Heimdall newspaper, behind the newspaper, Graf's face was almost in front of his eyes.

Graff sat back in embarrassment, but his eyes stayed on the magical newspaper.

"You think the pictures are moving?" Heimdall asked.

Graff nodded.

Heimdall held up the newspaper, "Which ones are active?"

Graff looked at it for a moment, "All of them." Then panicked. "Are they moving? Is there something wrong with me?"

Heimdall ignored him, got up and walked out.

Graf yelled worriedly, "It's not impossible, I was almost brainwashed by you just now! Hey!"

Heimdall opened the door, and nodded to Peter who heard the movement.

Peter left the group of detectives, "What's the matter?"

"Test the mana value for Mr. Earl," said Heimdall. "He can see pictures of events in the wizarding papers, all of them."

Two hours later, the trio turned up in a Muggle community.Graff led the way cheerfully, thank God, he finally left that horrible black hole.Graf has never regretted the expedition trip he dreamed of before like today. He was wrong. He should just be a repeating, empty-headed earthling.Although he has always emphasized individuality, released the extraordinary, pursued the so-called excitement, longed to get rid of vulgarity, and hated the ordinary and comfortable life.

[You should thank God for taking care of you and not throwing you directly into the lair of the fire-breathing dragon. ] These are the original words of the detective uncle.

Graff doesn't want to know at this moment whether there are actually charizards in the world.

"That small building with gray tiles is my home." Graff pointed to the two-story house at the end of the road.

Compared with the bright and fashionable houses on both sides of this street, the small gray buildings seem inconspicuous, and more out of place.

It was Heimdall and Peter's job to escort him home in one piece - the brainwashing plus stern warnings had been practiced by the Swiss police detectives, just watch him walk in the house without trying to wander the wizarding world or leave a souvenir Whatever, the two of you are done.Next, Graf and his family, including this house, will enter the surveillance range of the Swiss Ministry of Magic, and perhaps the personnel in charge of surveillance are already in place now.

The Swiss police detectives still have a top priority - to submit an application to the higher authorities. If the application is approved, Graf is likely to face another memory write-off, this time the intensity of the write-off will not be as mild as before.

Graf pushed open the small white sliding door connected to the low wall. After the babble passed, he found that the two people behind him did not follow, but watched him cautiously.

"Come on, I can buy you something to drink, let you see our life... Well, what do you say?"

"Muggles," said Heimdall.

"Yeah, that's the one," Graff pouted. "Honestly, I don't like that title."

"We didn't expect Muggles to like it," Peter reminded. "Thank you, not being polite, this is work. Now, please don't look back, go straight ahead, open the door and walk in, then close the door. Thank you for your cooperation."

Graf looked at Heimdall, who didn't change his face, so he shrugged dully and did as he did.

"Oh, thanks Merlin!" Peter exhaled exaggeratedly.

Heimdall was amused by his tone, "I always thought you didn't know Merlin.".

At the same time, the second floor of the gray tile building.

Graff's grandfather, Henry Derry, sat on a single sofa. He had an old toad-like face, a short neck, and a stooped back. He always looked half asleep. The paradox was that he The small eyes that have lost their luster due to old age flashed a sly light from time to time when people didn't pay attention.

Henry probably had a premonition, or maybe it was some other factor, and he opened his heavy eyelids at the same time Graf entered the door.

"He's back?" It turned out that there was another person in the room.

The man was leaning against the bookshelf, which was in the dark of the house. After saying this, he walked out of the dark, came to the window, and looked out.

"Your grandson went to explore the wonderful world again?"

Henry chuckled.

"Aren't you afraid that wizards will see clues from him?"

Henry began to drowsy again, "...they can't find out, the magic detector may find something on William (referring to Graf), but it is far from enough to attract attention, they will only see him as a Poor Squibs. Squibs are not in the minority who choose to live as Muggles, and among wizards, Squibs are less valued than Muggles."

Henry waited for a long time and the other party didn't answer any more. He couldn't help but raise his eyes, and the other party's next sentence came.

"I hate Muggles, they don't help me with my research."

Henry said slowly: "I doubt that there is anything in this world that can attract your attention. I always think that you hate everything, everything, including yourself."

The man smiled silently, "You're wrong about one thing. Of course I like it, and I like it very much. So far."

Henry thought he was joking and hummed contemptuously.

The man still raised the corners of his mouth, appearing to be in a good mood. His eyes fell on a young man in high spirits on the side of the street through the window glass on the second floor.

The young man was Heimdall Strulusson.

If Judge Sturluson could see through the wall and reach the second floor, he would definitely recognize this person immediately.On the premise of being prepared, he will heroically pull out his wand and start a life-and-death contest with it; if he is not prepared, he may... decisively pretend not to know him, and then track around to determine the target.

This man is Ludwig Brown.

After leaving the Muggle community.

"Let your colleagues pay more attention to the situation here," Heimdall said.

"What do you see?" Peter asked.

"There are two goblin holes in the morning glory field to the west."

"I've heard it happens occasionally where the Squibs live."

"So it's not my duty to just ask them to pay more attention." Heimdall said indifferently.

They came to a secluded place.

Peter Apparates with Heimdall.

They returned to the building of the International Federation of Wizards in an instant, and the place where they appeared happened to be near the landing place of the broomstick.The landing place is similar to a station, specially for wizards who ride brooms to work every day to stop and store their brooms.Commuting by carriage is very rare after all; phantom magic requires precise spell control; and not every chimney is willing to connect; door keys are even more unscientific; riding a broomstick has become the most economical choice.

"I've always wanted to get a car." Heimdall suddenly felt as he left the landing station.

"Iron bumps on four wheels?" Peter asked.

"I've been thinking about it in my previous life, but it's a pity that I don't have that condition."

Peter laughed, thanks to him being able to talk about things in his previous life so seriously.

"It's no use for a wizard to ask for that!" said Peter. "That thing is better than riding a broom on the road."

"It can also fly in the sky, find someone who knows how to modify it." This is not difficult, modifying Muggle objects is not a rare thing in the wizarding world, and some people make money from it.Once you get the item, you can declare it and apply for a certificate, so you can sit back and relax in the future.

Heimdall had been coveting Mr. Weasley's runaway Ford Anglia.

"Do you know anyone who collects Muggle stuff? Has a car?" Heimdall asked.

"It seems that there are, but the quality cannot be guaranteed, and they are all second-hand." In Peter's eyes, it is a pile of broken copper and iron.

"Second-hand is second-hand, please contact me someday, and I will go and have a look."

"no problem."

Heimdall smiled, "Is there anything else to do next?"

Peter raised an eyebrow, "Are you going to send me away?"

Heimdall was surprised: "The position has been changed to a regular position, and the mind has also been turned into a regular one. Why do I think you are not as careless as before?"

"I'm called mature!" What lack of heart? !Peter could not wait to nick him.

The smile on Heimdall's face grew wider, "If you need it, just ask."

Peter shuddered.

"Think quickly, don't wait for the past." Heimdall urged.

Peter rolled his eyes angrily, "I brought a few interns with me, and I'm honing my broom riding skills right now."

The special training for police detectives and Aurors is very strict. It is common for outstanding talents to be dismissed.

Among them, because Auror has to deal with dark wizards, the targeted training is slightly different from that of police detectives, while the main task of police detectives is to maintain law and order.It sounds like it is less risky than Auror, but it is not. The police detective will also confront the dark wizard. Before the cause is found out, it is impossible to guarantee the origin of the person who disrupted the law and order. During the period when the Auror came to take over the police detective We have no choice but to move forward.The hard thing is that apart from dark wizards, other crimes are also taken care of by the wizard police force, and the stability and unity of the wizarding world depend on them to maintain.And Auror is more like an agent, as long as he focuses on dealing with the dark wizard, he doesn't care about anything else.

Heimdall put on an admiring expression, "Oh, it's not easy, Mr. Detective, you've already brought interns."

Peter shot back, "Anyone with an assistant running errands don't do this to me!"

"You care about me so much." Judge Sturluson shot in shame.

Peter can basically turn a blind eye to it now, "Since you are so free, come with me to clean up those bastards, you can't ride a broom, I don't know how you graduated, every resume is so beautiful, it's all bragging !"

Heimdall squinted, "I don't believe your resume is so clear."

"What words are you digging?" Peter leaned back. "going or not?"

"You promise me something first."

"The car, right? I remember."

"That's two different things," Heimdall said. "The wizard who died suddenly in Silesia, do you know where the body was sent?"

"What are you going to do?" Peter had a bad feeling.

"Don't worry, I'm not trying to steal the body."

"I don't feel comforted at all."

Heimdall smiled, "Take me in and have a look."

"...to see the corpse?!"

"What's your look like?"

"I didn't even know you had such a hobby..." Peter was shocked, and he was still sobbing when he finished.

"Why are you sighing! Clear out the bad things in your mind, I don't have such 'noble' interests!" Heimdall was so angry.

Peter withdrew his expression, "It's not easy, it's risky."

"In a word, yes or no."

Peter was silent for a moment, looked around for a while, and said again, "I heard that your chief justice is going to retire?"

"The news is very well-informed." Could it be that Gironde is really going to be disarmed and returned to the field?The police force has heard the wind.

"The successor's name is Smigli Leeds, isn't it?"

"Yes, do you have any news about that one?"

"I heard that I was against your big boss back then, but lost to Gironde by one vote, and failed to improve. This old man can survive. The way he looks. Gironde is a good-looking person, and he certainly doesn't appreciate it."

"He doesn't think much of Mr. Hollingworth."

Peter said in surprise, "How do you know?"

Heimdall didn't want to talk too much, "I can see it."

Peter said: "With this situation, if you still want to do something that you don't have, you'd better play it safe. Be careful that after he takes office, he will kick you to the archives office to copy old parchments every day."

Heimdall couldn't help but laugh, "Is this how your boss deals with unpopular subordinates?"

"I'm telling you the truth."

"I'm not kidding. The more this is the case, the more I should hurry up and do all the work that needs to be done. Now that the cover is gone, it will be really difficult for me to move even if the cover is gone."

Peter looked at him for a long time, "Well, I'm always inferior to you in terms of lip service."

"That is," Heimdall beamed. "Nor look at who is in front of you, the future Chief Justice."

"Aha, I'm quite ambitious, and I'm also the Chief Justice!" Peter sneered.

The chief justice and the supreme justice sound almost the same, but they are not a concept in IW.The supreme justice is the actual leader who exercises the highest power in the IW; the chief justice is the nominal supreme leader.The current chief justice of the International Wizengamot is Professor Albus Dumbledore, but he has no right to intervene in IW affairs.

The reason why Peter laughed at Heimdall's overzealousness was because of the difference between the chief and the highest. Generally speaking, if a wizard who has entered the judicial field wants to sit on the chair of the chief justice, he must be promoted through the supreme justice. That is, you have to be the supreme justice first.At that time, the chief is no longer in vain.And because Dumbledore has made outstanding contributions to the wizarding world due to his outstanding achievements and talents, the nominal supreme leader awarded by the International Federation of Wizards does not need to go through the process, so there is no real power.

Heimdall is now in the industry. If one day he really becomes the chief justice, it means that he will be on an equal footing with the chief magician of the International Federation of Wizards.The chief with real power even Hollingworth, who aspires to be the supreme justice, never thought about it.Since the establishment of the International Federation of Wizards, there have been only a handful of chief justices with real power, and these wizards have all been elected at a rather delicate timing without exception.In other words, once in a lifetime.

Heimdall said brazenly: "Young people, no matter whether you finally achieve it or not, give your dreams a space before setting sail."

Peter: "..."

"Come with me." Peter decided to think of a way for him. "Be clear in advance, I'm just trying, if it doesn't work, don't think about it."

"I never force others to be difficult." Heimdall said clearly.

Peter listened to old insecurities.

"Tell me, what will happen if Judge Hollingworth finds out?" Peter was a little worried.

"What else can I do, you and I can't eat and walk around."

Peter put his head in his arms, "My glorious and perfect career as a detective!!!" Said as if they had been exposed.

The prisoner who died suddenly in the prison was named Bao Ke. After his death, his body was quickly removed from the prison. Of course, the prison could not avoid a large-scale search.As I said earlier, nothing was found.

Peter led him through the streets and alleys, strolling in the bustling wizarding streets, and suddenly the cat squatted down into the shadows beside a narrow door.He knocked on the door three times with his hand, then took out his wand, and unexpectedly drew a few blue symbols on the door panel that he couldn't figure out what they were.It was the first time he had used his wand and spell in front of Heimdall.

The strange symbols were like brand marks, which quickly penetrated into the door panel without leaving any trace.

When he entered the door, Heimdall murmured softly, "It's so exciting, aren't we solving some unsolved mystery, instead of looking at a poor corpse that has been dragged and never buried?"

Peter gave him a blank look, "This is a necessary procedure, layman."

Okay, okay, I don't have the same knowledge as you.Heimdall smiled magnanimously.

A black-robed wizard was standing behind a half-person-high wooden platform. When he approached, he realized that the wizard's robe was not black, but dark green that was almost black, and the wooden platform was a severely worn chocolate color.

It's gloomy and dark here, and it's eerily quiet. The walls are stained and yellowed because of the perennial opacity.Heavy black iron chains can be seen everywhere, they appear on the chandelier above the head, the decorations on the floor tiles under the feet, or break through the wall abruptly and hang quietly, giving people an impenetrable sense of oppression, as if entering here is a isolated from the rest of the world.

The green-robed wizard remained motionless as if in a trance, unable to even look at the visitor with interest.He was very bald on the forehead, his hair was almost white, and his face looked relatively young.He looks pretty good, but the expressions and eyes when looking at people are uncomfortable.

"Great-grandmother, I hate talking to him." Peter bit the bullet and went up to talk. "Don't come here, he is even more unfriendly to strangers."

Heimdall suddenly stopped.

Ten minutes later, Peter pulled Heimdall to his side, watching the green-robed wizard keep giggling, but he didn't know what else to do.

The green running wizard glanced at him expressionlessly.

"Did you understand what I said?" Peter, who was impatient, couldn't help asking after waiting for a long time without seeing anything.

The green-robed wizard finally said, "Wait a moment." He tore off the note in his hand, turned around and opened the small door behind him, and walked in.

The two people who were left in place stared at the small dark door for a long while without saying a word.

"What is he going to do?" Heimdall asked.

"Please ask your superiors." Peter hesitated.

"Ask your superiors? Do we still have a show?"

"It's not a system, it should be fine. And me!" To be honest, Peter was not very confident.

The green-robed wizard in the house came to the window, opened the window calmly, stuffed the note into the small tube tied to the bat's chest, and the bat flew out with flapping wings.The wizard stood motionless by the window.

The bat headed west, passing through one crowded place after another, and finally flew out of another window.

The man behind the desk waved his hand, and the latch slid open the glass window and pushed it out. The bat flew in spontaneously and docked familiarly on the mini shelf on the desk.The man put down the quill in his hand, raised his hand to take out the note, and slowly opened it.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, then gave a short smile, and murmured, "I know he's not a law-abiding person." The smile was fleeting.

He quickly wrote the reply, squinted his eyes slightly, and watched the bat flying out of the window nimbly.His eyes fell on a certain place unconsciously, lost in thought, and quickly got rid of it, lowering his head and returning his attention to the table.

On the other side, the green-robed wizard took the reply from the bat, which said "Let's go" and signed SR.