HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 720 Goodbye Brown

one,

On Monday morning, Heimdall hurried downstairs, sat down at the dining table, and said morning to everyone separately.

He said to Plov: "You can stay a few more days, Anna will come here before the weekend, and then you can play nearby."

In fact, after they met on Saturday, Heimdall made an invitation, and Plov hesitated all weekend.

"The river in the village is good. You regretted that you didn't have enough time last time. You can fish enough this time."

Plov's expression showed signs of loosening.

Heimdall knew what he was worried about, "You don't have to worry about causing trouble to us, and please forgive me for the inconsiderate hospitality these two days."

"...What did you say!" Plov pretended to be annoyed, who was the one who didn't see it.

"Then you agreed? That's great!" Heimdall said to himself again.

Plov, who was familiar with his routine, smiled helplessly and did not object.

In the several "clashes" between the two so far, Plov has always been helpless and fell into the passive one.At the beginning, he was quite angry about this situation, and complained to his wife more than once in private that this boy was arrogant and arrogant, but now he has learned how to distinguish the meaning behind these words.

"Father and Snow will also stay for a few more days," Heimdall said again.

Just as Snow was about to say something, Rommel suddenly said, "I won't entertain guests for you."

"Don't dare," Heimdall said with a chuckle, "How dare you bother Chairman Strulusson."

"Is there anything urgent for you?" Snow noticed that Heimdall speeded up his meal.

"It's for work, I have to go to work early." He drank the last bit of juice, wiped his mouth and stood up. "Everyone eat slowly, I'll go first."

The master who had brought his son back from the yard had just entered the small dining room.

"Are you leaving?" Victor asked in surprise.

"I'm sorry, I'll try to come back as soon as possible." The head of the room shyly hugged the master.

Victor was both surprised and delighted. Chief Sturluson was rarely so unscrupulous in front of the parents, subconsciously hugging his waist.Heimdall didn't seem to notice, and put a kiss on her husband's mouth under the gaze of several pairs of eyes.

The parents watched without changing their expressions while eating, and the one who laughed the most was Plov.

Victor quickly expressed his understanding and returned a more passionate French kiss.

After they let go, Heimdall quickly straightened out his fluctuating expressions, and picked up the big round-eyed Baby Millet.

"Son, Dad is going out."

Mionier understood: "Go to work."

"That's right, really smart." He pecked Mionir's cheek vigorously.

Then he said, "Papa has a request, baby, can you help papa entertain Grandpa Pulov?"

"Welcome Mionir!" The little doll clapped her chest after understanding the meaning—this movement was learned from the characters in the storybook with pictures, and the shape and arc of waving were copied very authentically.

"Thank you, son!" Heimdall cheered again.

Grandpa Pulov was already grinning from ear to ear.

Heimdall went out happily.

After he left, Snow deliberately teased Mionier.

"You went to entertain Grandpa Plov, what about me and your Grandpa Rommel?"

Baby Millet stared blankly for a moment, then arched his brows annoyedly under the eyes of the adults who couldn't help laughing.

two,

Coming out of the dressing room, the assistant Clemenceau stood in the corridor waiting for him as usual.

After passing the IW bulletin board, he stopped for a while, made sure that his name was not on the blackboard, and continued to walk towards the office.

"What's the schedule for today?" Heimdall took the work list from Clemenceau.

"Collect and organize the case." Clemenceau took out another parchment. "Here's the finishing list to be done today."

"What happened to the Judgment Research Office?" Heimdall murmured.

"To Cape Town for a meeting."

Participating in a seminar on the criminal history of wizards on the surface, anyone who knows the inside story knows that it is actually a public-funded tour.

"Have they all gone?"

"Of course not. It was Judge Wood's idea to ask you to sort out the case report," Clemenceau smiled, and the emotion on his face was quickly concealed, making it too late for people to know whether it was envy or gloating. "Judge Wood has a favorable impression of you."

Heimdall nodded calmly, "There must be one or two judges who make me feel that I can do well in IW, so that I won't accomplish nothing."

Clemenceau was not sure whether he was joking, and chose to remain silent.

"I have half a day off in the afternoon," Heimdall said.

Clemenceau opened his mouth wide, it's all like this, he still misses the half-day vacation?

Facts have proved that Judge Strulusson was not just rambling. Before the lunch break, he handed over the finishing report and ended the task.

He said regretfully to the stunned Clemenceau: "I used to have no problem getting the double portion in one morning, no, it's a step backward." After saying that, he walked away unsteadily.

Clemenceau insisted that Heimdall was showing off in front of Hollingworth, and Hollingworth rarely raised his eyelids during his eloquence.

"It's not an exaggeration at all. If one day you can memorize the contents of the case filing office's database backwards and accurately grasp the location of each parchment file, I believe your tone will be bigger than Sturlusson."

Clemenceau thought about the insane database, rubbed his nose awkwardly, stood at attention spontaneously, took a break and turned back.

three,

When Peter found Heimdall, he found that he had already changed his clothes. Peter lowered his head to confirm the time on the watch. Is this the rhythm of getting ready to go out?

"Going out on business?" Peter guessed.

"Go home." Heimdall replied.

Peter couldn't help looking at his watch again.

"I have half a day off in the afternoon." Heimdall answered the questions.

Peter suddenly.

"What do you want me to do?" Heimdall closed the cabinet door.

"The thing you asked me to investigate has some clues," Peter said.

"Bock's Muggle wife?"

"Their marriage relationship only exists in the wizarding world. The Muggles don't know what happened to this woman named Gabriel. They insisted that she eloped. This incident did not cause a big disturbance in the local area..."

Heimdall didn't even need to listen, "Did they also say that elopement has become as commonplace in this lady's life as it is?"

"how do you know?"

"Based on Bock's memory, that lady seems to have married several husbands, and the deaths of her ex-husbands are suspicious."

Peter understood, and couldn't help but be speechless, "For inheritance?" This kind of thing happens from time to time in the wizarding world.

"Perhaps." Heimdall thought for a moment, then asked, "Anything else?"

"No, that's all for now."

Heimdall smiled, "Thank you, please continue to check. I want to know whether this lady has kept in touch with her relatives, friends and family after she eloped with Bock. If so, has she revealed anything."

"Reveal what?" Peter was puzzled, how could he find out?

"I don't know, it's a strange thing, about the magic world, maybe it's a thing, a curse, the kind that makes people keep secret..." Heimdall himself hesitated after speaking, so ambiguous, it's not for Are there any problems?

"Are you sure?" Peter blinked.

"Not sure," Heimdall sighed. "Then let's look for the contact first, maybe the person who knows those things is still alive." In a blink of an eye, Peter was still staring at himself. "What else is there?"

"You don't remember?!" Peter said angrily.

What's the matter with this kind of tone of forbearing wife who complains that her husband doesn't remember the wedding anniversary?

"Do we have any memories in common?" Heimdall asked cautiously.

"Muggle cars! Iron bumps on four wheels!"

"...Oh, it seems that there is such a thing."

Peter was particularly rebellious about his indifference, "Do you want more? I have already contacted you!"

"Yes, I haven't changed my mind," Heimdall looked at him hesitantly. "Why are you so anxious? Is it possible... There is a kickback?"

Peter was shocked.

Inquisitor Sturluson knew he was on the lookout again.

Heimdall said amusedly, "Are you impatient to collect money now?" The "also" followed the trend, which showed that he still had a certain understanding of himself.

Director Sturlusson didn't dislike Peter's actions at all, and even looked at him with admiration, and hurried to get to know him again.

"...I eat more than the average person, and the monthly food expenses are very irritating." Peter stammered.

Heimdall did not comment, but said: "You can help me look at it, my request is economical and affordable, it doesn't matter if it looks ugly."

Peter nodded.

Heimdall asked again, "Is the rebate for selling wizards' cars enough to cover your food expenses?"

Peter shook his head.

"I have a grocery store for Muggle items. The items sold are all modified by magic, which can lower the threshold for wizards. Its sales performance in the ancient town of Kapok is not bad. I plan to go to St. Taudini or Blu Do you want to take a stake in opening a branch in the Champagne Bridge in Japan?"

The Champagne Bridge is the wizard street in Bruges and one of the more famous wizard streets in Belgium.The scale of the shopping street is small, and the length of the street is the distance of a bridge. The characteristic is that they are all small businesses, and there is no big international brand name. The individuality cannot be underestimated, so the daily traffic is huge, and some wizards even travel thousands of miles. spell.

Heimdall has already done research, and the Champagne Bridge does not have a shop that sells Muggle specialties. If the store is located on the Champagne Bridge, it will not worry about opening the market.

Peter was a little dazed.

"Think about it, please give me an answer before September 9st. I will trouble you by modifying the car." Heimdall patted him on the shoulder, turned and left.

four,

Before leaving for the Rhodope Manor, Heimdall stayed at the Prancing Horse Bar near Sofia's wizard carriage distribution center for two hours.

He met some people there, predictable and unexpected.

Before arriving in Bulgaria, he sent a message to Buta, who was quick to arrive at the bar within 10 minutes of sitting down.

The girl's appearance was getting better and better every time, causing Heimdall to be in a trance from time to time.

"How's it going?" Heimdall asked.

Buta held the cup cautiously, "It's not bad. The teacher at the training school said that with my level, it shouldn't be a problem to find a job that can support me after graduation."

Heimdall couldn't help but feel amused when she saw that she was not only cautious in speaking, but seemed to have thought through every few words she uttered.

"Don't be nervous, I haven't eaten people for a long time." Heimdall said jokingly.

I never thought that Miss Buta is not a person who is sensitive to humor, and her eyes suddenly opened up, which seemed to be a little panic-stricken.

Heimdall put on a serious face and pretended to be 13, but Miss Buta actually looked relieved.Chief Strulusson has mixed feelings—it seems that his image in Buta's heart has basically been fixed.

"How is Ke?" Heimdall had a good impression of that stupid big guy.

"He has been receiving one-on-one teaching, and the process is relatively slow." Buta said very reservedly.

Heimdall was not surprised that the extra cost of one-on-one instruction was provided by Heimdall.Ke is unresponsive, and learning is naturally slower than ordinary people.

Seeing that he didn't care about it, Buta let go of his suspended heart.

"I remember you majoring in Portkey Test Management," Heimdall said. "What arrangements does the Kosol Foundation have for this major after graduation? Where does it usually go?"

"Maybe I'm working as a tester in a small department under the Ministry of Magic's Traffic Command Center. Portkey testing is very short of manpower. I heard from former students that this position is highly mobile, and everyone can't do it for long."

"Because it's boring?"

"Not to mention boring, the workload is heavy." Buta smiled wryly. "I'm not like Fiona and Gant. I'm not smart. I can only do what I can do step by step."

"I'm glad you can recognize this. Whoever says you're not smart, those smart people don't necessarily understand you." Heimdall praised without thinking.

Buta's cheeks were flushed, and she was not used to being praised by others. In the class, she was almost never praised by the teacher.

Heimdall believes that what she lacks now is the experience in the field of portkeys. It is understandable to suffer a little bit at the beginning, it is better than sweetness first and then bitterness. Life will not treat anyone particularly differently.

"How are Fiona and Gant?" Heimdall asked.

"Fiona is young, but she has already reached the senior grade, so graduating early is not a problem." Buta said proudly. "Gant is very interested in the cultivation of fungi, but he is interested in many things, and it changes quickly. Fiona said that Gant is currently not interested in anything other than fungi."

Fungal breeder?Scientists who are equivalent to the wizarding world... When it comes to scientists, Director Strulusson can't help being awed.

"What major did Fiona choose?"

"She didn't choose a major, she read all the books she could read, and took all the courses she could take."

"Hey!" Heimdall laughed, "He's not tall, but he has a big brain."

"Fiona is smart," said Buta beaming.

"Isn't she particularly interested?"

"Yes," Buta thought for a while and said. "She likes to pursue excitement, and she often drills into the smoky underground trading market just to watch magic duels. Gant told her many times that she didn't care."

Usually the hobbies of smart people are very tormenting, especially tormenting those around them.

"Ask Fiona," Heimdall turned the ring on his ring finger habitually. "Is she interested in being an Auror or wizard detective?"

Buta was a little surprised, then he thought about something and nodded cautiously.

Seeing her clear eyes, Heimdall was obviously not serious about her thoughts, so she said straight to the point: "If you perform well in your post, you will have a bright future. There is no distinction between high and low jobs. The link is crucial."

Buta nodded gratefully, she understood.

"Do you know that boy? I've been looking here since just now." Heimdall said suddenly.

"I know him. His name is Simon. He is a student in the elementary training class. He entered the school at the beginning of this year. He is also an orphan." Buta knew everything.

"Who is the man at the same table? The teacher of the training class?" Heimdall retracted his gaze without showing any trace.

"He's not a teacher. Simon calls him Todd. I don't know what he does. He's been meeting Simon here for the past few days, and he doesn't seem to reject our guard." People are involved, but they don't want to disappoint Simon.

"Why does Simon like him?" Heimdall asked.

Buta's eyes widened in surprise, "Simon likes him?"

"I don't like it and still meet him every day? What did he do to make Simon want to get close?"

Buta frowned, "...because he wants to believe that Simon didn't steal anything."

"You don't believe it?"

"Simon admitted it himself," said Buta embarrassed. "Miss Cleaver——is Simon's primary Charms teacher. Simon confessed to her the fact of stealing things, but after he came out of Miss Cleaver's office, Simon told everyone that he didn't steal anything."

"Don't you believe it?" Heimdall asked the same question.

"...he has already admitted."

Heimdall nodded, "You don't believe him."

For some reason, Buta suddenly felt ashamed, although she reminded herself repeatedly in her heart: Simon had already admitted it.

Heimdall took a sip of the butter beer, "That man named Todd took advantage of the situation, and it wouldn't be surprising if Simon was abducted."

Buta turned pale, "You mean..."

"Don't look back!"

Buta froze when he turned his head.

"This is just a guess. If there is anything, your actions just now have exposed your thoughts."

Buta was bewildered by Heimdall's sharp turn.

"What, what should I do?" It seems that Todd has been determined to be restless and kind.

Heimdall chuckled, "Do you believe everything I say?"

Buta said in a daze, "Isn't it?"

Yali Shanda, director of Stulu Song's office.

"Find a way to share the table. I'll have a chat with that Mr. Todd." Heimdall didn't think there was anything wrong with that man. Simon was a helpless orphan with no profit.

However, the facts that followed reminded him once again that the reality was horribly skinny.

"How?" Buta swallowed and became nervous.

"Ease your expression, turn your head to look at Simon, it would be better if you can meet his gaze, and then you talk to me like pointing, so that I have an excuse to look there... As for later, Let's play by ear."

Buta took a deep breath, and turned around with a smile on his face.

Fives,

"Heimdall Strulusson."

"It's an honor, I'm Jean-Marc Todd." Todd took his hand and shook it gently.

"Are you French?" Heimdall asked.

"My parents told me so."

Heimdall smiled: "You speak English very well."

"It's not in vain that I racked my brains to study."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and retracted their hands at the same time.

"Hello." Heimdall nodded to Simon who was staring at him.

Simon wiped his hands under the reminder of Buta, and raised his right hand pretending to be mature.

"I'm Simon, nice to meet you."

Heimdall shook hands with him, "I am also very happy."

Simon seemed to be very interested in Heimdall, and they couldn't wait to ask after they sat down, "Are you Buta's friend?"

"Yes."

Simon glanced at Buta quickly, and Buta's smile was a little shy.

Simon pursed his lips and asked a little sharply, "Boyfriend?"

"Simon!" Buta exclaimed in embarrassment.

Simon looked at Heimdall stubbornly.

"No," Heimdall winked at him. "I already have a husband."

Simon opened his mouth in surprise.

Heimdall said calmly, "So I appreciate your kindness. Buta is a good girl, and I don't have to worry about not getting a boyfriend."

Simon hummed with a complicated expression, then squinted at Heimdall.

Buta saw Simon's behavior in his eyes and felt helpless.

"So I have no chance?" Todd, who had been silent all along, was surprised.

"What?" Heimdall asked blankly.

"You said you have a husband, and now I don't even have the chance to play." Todd folded his hands on the table, rubbing the little finger of his left hand casually with the fingers of his right hand.His expression is serious when he speaks.

Buta's eyes flicked back and forth between the two, and he had no time to pay attention to the awkward Simon.

Simon poked sullenly at the table.

"You have greatly satisfied my vanity." Heimdall's expression was not as excited as he said.

"So I have no chance at all?" Todd insisted.

"I have no intention of breaking the status quo. I am quite satisfied with my life now."

"You really don't understand the style," Todd smiled slightly, leaned forward and said, "That's not a problem for me."

Heimdall smiled politely, looked at him blankly for a moment, and then turned away first.

"You think I look frivolous? Otherwise, no one would be so rude when they first meet."

Todd said indifferently; "I only know to see the right time and seize the target. I don't want to regret because I missed the opportunity. There is no medicine for regret in the world. At least the wizard has never overcome this 'difficulty'."

"That's right, there is no medicine for regret." Heimdall murmured seemingly to himself.

Todd watched his face intently.

Unexpectedly, Heimdall stood up abruptly, looked down and said, "I'm sorry, I still have something to do, let's take a step first."

Toddler grabbed his wrist, Heimdall's face sank, and he stared sharply at the palm of his hand that didn't know what to do.

The smile on Todd's face became more obvious, "What are you running for?"

"You should know that human cultivation is very important," Heimdall said patiently. "Do you know what self-knowledge is?"

Not knowing which word provoked Todd, he let go.

Heimdall looked in a bad mood and left the bar without looking back.

Buta was dazed by the unprepared plot, stunned for a moment, and then said "Sorry, excuse me", and chased Heimdall out of the bar despite Simon's loud voice to keep him.

What she didn't expect was that Heimdall was not as furious and furious as she imagined. He had already crossed the road and waved at her across the road.

six,

"I thought you..." Buta didn't continue.

Heimdall didn't want to worry about this, his complexion didn't look better, but became more gloomy, and his emotional rendering was completely different from before.

what happened?Buta was confused.

"Is that Todd?" Heimdall asked.

Buta said confusedly: "Jean-Marc Todt." That's how the man introduced himself just now.

"Have you met him before?" Heimdall asked thoughtfully.

"No."

"you sure?"

Buta thought for a moment, then nodded, "Sure."

Heimdall nodded thoughtfully.

Buta asked anxiously, "What's the matter? Does that man have any problems?"

Heimdall glanced at her, "... If my guess is correct, the man's name is not Jean-Marc Todt, and the French may be right about that."

"Then who is he?" Buta thought that Simon was still in the store, so he hurried back and was stopped by Heimdall.

"It's just a guess at the moment. If it's what I guess, Simon is safe now, and it will hurt him instead."

Buta asked worriedly: "What's going on? Why did that person lie?"

"Now I just don't know his purpose. Based on past experience and deliberation on his behavior, I thought his target was Simon, but it doesn't seem to be the case now. Simon has completely trusted him. If his purpose is really Simon, There is no need to delay until now." Heimdall frowned and pondered.

Buta didn't dare to disturb him, fidgeting and waiting for the next one.

"Has he been communicating with Simon since he showed up? Has he asked to meet the rest of you, or talk about anything else?" Heimdall asked.

"He appeared suddenly in the past few days. Simon has a good impression of him. I told you the reason. He didn't take any further actions, and he didn't hint anything to us."

What is his purpose?Heimdall was puzzled.If it weren't for this accidental meeting, it would be hard to imagine what would happen next.

Heimdall feels a lot about what happened today.

"Has that man ever done anything?" Buta said his words carefully.

"If he is really the person I guessed, then you must be careful. He is now in a state of temptation with great interest. Don't disturb him, let alone give him an excuse to do evil, and don't terminate his meeting with Simon. You can Try to get favorable information from Simon." Heimdall thought for a while, and then said under Buta's focused eyes: "His name is Ludwig Brown, and the arrest warrant issued by IW is Class A."

"He, you, you recognized him?" Buta said incoherently.

"He has many 'faces', and we can't guarantee whether what we see is his true face. I have played with him several times, and I have pieced together the experiences to come up with my own conclusions. I use these conclusions It's up to you to judge." At this point, he comforted Buta. "Maybe it's because I'm an underdog."

Buta believed in his abilities more than he did, "Can I tell Fiona and Gant about this?"

"Okay." Heimdall thinks this is better, and Fiona and Gant are obviously better at handling such situations than Buta.

"Do you want to reveal the truth to Simon?"

"Can he handle it?"

"...Probably not." Buta still had some understanding of Simon's straightforwardness.

"Then don't tell him, maybe it's a good thing he doesn't know." Heimdall urged. "Try not to show your feet, find a suitable excuse to bring Simon back early, and then discuss countermeasures with Fiona and Gant. Brown's target is not you, as long as you stay put, he will not embarrass you."

Buta nodded nervously.

"I'm going to find a way to hook him up as soon as possible," Heimdall said.

Concern crept across Buta's face.

"It's okay, he probably doesn't know that I'm suspicious."

Director Strulusson really felt that he was a film star, and he could pretend to flirt with Ludwig Brown, a perverted pervert.Now think about it, my scalp is numb and my skin is getting goosebumps.

"Don't be too deliberate, Simon will be fine." An accident would have happened long ago, and Heimdall didn't say this sentence.

Buta saw him ready to leave and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go back to IW, let's contact again."

The head of the room released a certain old lady's pigeons without hesitation.

The author has something to say: Henry Drey appeared twice in the previous article. He is a new character, so there is no need to recall before the seventh grade.Once in ACT702, and another time, nose picking, I won't talk about it, just for the sake of it.Hint: That was an encounter with the master.

I still haven't figured out who is Ludwig Brown's friend. Let's put it this way, I sincerely recommend that you rewatch the sixth grade.At least get acquainted with the big boss.

Ludwig Brown, Henry Drey, and the blue peacock who has been ate in the message area, these three are different characters, please express confusion.

Here's a question: I mentioned the name of the blue peacock earlier, who still remembers it?

Another 1: The double-decker bus in the previous chapter showed the complex of trophies, and some friends raised doubts.We are very excited, this is not irony, it is really excited, that is the complex of the second grade, I remember it so clearly.Worth it for a digger.

This is indeed a BUG, ​​but not a placement BUG.It's the lack of emotion.More than half of the trophies in the Knight's Building are fake, copied by magic, and many of the master's trophies are also in the school.The method of duplication is not self-division, self-division is "Flagrante Curses", as long as the hand touches it, it will be copied infinitely. Gringotts uses it to prevent theft, and it is generally not used in life.The husband and wife are using "Twin Twins", which was copied from the school.

This is what I mean by the lack of complex. The current foreign land update is based on the modified version, and the complex of copying trophies is before the wedding.Because we were going to the Northeast during that time, I was a little dizzy, and many complexes were handled improperly, which caused omissions. Coupled with the feedback from friends in the group, I later rewrote the wedding chapter and added the complex of copying trophies.