HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 721 Goodbye Old Caipi

one,

The house elf has delivered drinks to the reception room three times. These drinks exude a strong pungent smell. The group of wizards who were expressing their opinions and arguing endlessly paused for a moment, frowned, twitched their noses, looked away... nothing.

They seemed indifferent, or more precisely, unaware.

The wizards gathered in front of the fireplace are all well-known figures in the Balkans—especially in a certain field. Their work is related to magic plants, potion raw materials, industrial chains, manufacturing, sales, and the Krum family in Bulgaria.Samaras, the former head of the "Glücksburg Firm" in Greece—one of the main founders of the Glücksburg Wizard Firm is the great-grandfather of Samaras. Mr. Berisha, the financial advisor of the Ministry of Magic of Albania; Mr. Mediu Jr. of the "Mediu Company", etc.

Noka, the general manager of Gringotts in Bulgaria, and Mr. Victor Krum's personal lawyer, Enda McAlice, are also in this room. Unlike those successful people who focus on getting others to agree with their views, the two After entering the door, they only focus on whether the chair is comfortable to sit on and whether the drink suits their appetite.From the analysis of the facial expressions of the two, it is basically improvised.

The subject of heated debate in the room was the former head of the Krum family, Sergey Krum, who had passed away. More than half of them had never dealt with this legendary figure, and all they heard came from their fathers. Even so, they did not dare to neglect the slightest, and as soon as they received the invitation letter from the old lawyer Philip Luksic, they cheered up and rushed to the appointment.

Mr. Berisha, the financial advisor of the Albanian Ministry of Magic, was the wizard who had the closest relationship with Old Krum among all the people present, except for Luksic.At that time, the brilliance of the iron triangle formed by the three of them in the Balkan Peninsula is still talked about by the old-timers in the industry.

It is rumored that Berisha solved many difficult problems for the old Krum. He is experienced and steady. At the age of 79, he was invited by the Albanian Ministry of Magic to serve as their financial advisor. This year he is ninety years old and is active in the semi-retired on the stage.

The young people present here - at the age of 90, Samaras, the former head of the "Glücksburg firm", who is over 50 years old, is still very young - knows that when the old Krum was alive, He and Berisha fell out.The reasons for their separation are unknown, and there were too many specious rumors back then, which were unreal and confusing, and [-] years have passed, and people still don't know anything about it.

The invited visitors did not expect to see Berisha in this room, but here he was.Sitting in an armchair near the fireplace, old and dying, covered by a baggy wizard robe, looking up sleepily at the speaker.No one was sure whether he heard them, but no one dared to refute his statement openly. Whenever he habitually cleared his throat—a feeble cough sounded, the speaker, no matter how excited he was, would cautiously close his mouth. Listen attentively to his conclusions.

Victor stood at the window, saying nothing to their seemingly authoritative remarks.

Noka, the general manager of Gringotts in Bulgaria, had already drank six glasses of special drinks, and private lawyer Enda McCarris watched those big shots with a smile, taking the trouble to look at the expressions of each of them over and over again.

"I can swear in front of my ancestors that I am telling the truth." Little Mediu resolutely published his personal summary.

"Me too, and I have nothing to say." Samaras followed.

Everyone then said something similar.

Afterwards, their eyes turned to Berisha in unison.

It's not hot and cold, and the indoor temperature is not low, but Berisha curled up in the chair. He casually picked up the cup, his wrists trembling. Samaras, who was closest to him, stared at Berisha's front, looking worried. Risa didn't spill a drop of wine.

The silence in the room was not altered by his indifference.

What is this group of people reuniting after decades apart?The cause of the matter is this, the key to everything lies in the private accounting book stolen from the Gringotts vault.With the help of Luksic, Victor quickly checked every expenditure in the ledger, and they were all related to the wizards present.There is only one, a rather large amount of expenditure that seems to disappear out of thin air.

"This is not Sergey's style." Luksic thought it would be better to make things worse now.

Victor agreed to his proposal, and today's meeting took place.

Knowing the reason, the big shots came up with powerful arguments to prove their innocence, especially those young people, who tried their best to maintain the reputation of their parents.

As one of the witnesses of this gathering - the head of Gringotts was personally invited by Victor, and he also confessed to his face about stealing the ledger.Although Nuoka was unhappy, seeing the good reputation of the Krum family for more than a hundred years and Victor's honesty, the president of Nuoka expressed his understanding, but the customer's credit rating was still not exempted from being downgraded. punish.Victor also expressed his understanding.

All in all, this result isn't that bad.

"Why are you all staring at me?" Berisha slowly rolled his eyelids.

"We want to know your opinion." Samaras spoke on behalf of everyone.

"You have dealt with Sergey, what kind of person do you think he is?" Berisha said slowly.

"...he's brilliant."

"There is no doubt about it, what else?"

"Have courage, wrist, and calmness."

"It's all good words."

Samaras smiled wryly, he didn't have a habit of speaking ill of the dead, let alone what he said was the truth.No one he knew, except Berisha, dared to criticize Sergey Krum publicly.

"Perhaps there is an impulse that others cannot understand." Samaras hesitated.

"Finally something decent."

"I'm sorry," some young people lost their temper. "Is what you said relevant to what we're talking about today?"

I don't know if Berisha heard, but he said, "I was thinking,"

The room was suddenly silent, and the young people were silent.

"I seem to have remembered something," Berisha was a little drowsy again. "It's like the morning mist in the Rhodope Mountains, when you feel it close at hand, it disappears."

Samaras said cautiously: "Thoughts are often like this, and they flash in your mind, which means that they don't want you to catch them."

Berisha seemed to be caught in his own thoughts and couldn't extricate himself.

"What is it?" he murmured. "It didn't happen very late... It's been about fifty years... What a naughty guy, don't you want me to remember... Sergey told me then, what did he say... to me It's definitely not too important, otherwise I won't forget it... But in the process of recalling it, I don't feel it's a pleasant thing... What the hell is it..."

Berisha is old.Even Luksic had to admit it.

Berisha tapped the armrest of the chair unconsciously with his thin fingers, "Sergey is different from others, he knows what he is doing, even though his whims may be unimaginable and criticized by others. But once he makes up his mind, there is no People can make him change his mind. We just have to get everything sorted out the way he wants it to be, me and Luksic... Luksitch," Berisha looked up suddenly. "Luksic? Isn't that so, what a nuisance he is!"

Luksic raised his glass in salute, but said nothing.

"Life is amazing," Berisha seemed to be lost in his own thoughts again. "From birth, growth, to old age, being thrown into a coffin, a series is like a scene, it may be magnificent, it may be calm, the most amazing thing is that it is interlocking, intricate, but unexpected It’s time to turn around.”

The wizards present were at a loss.

Berisha's old voice, which was not resonant, echoed in the room, "Every scene is so just right, when they follow their respective trajectories, faithfully play their roles, and come to a predetermined moment, when all the conditions are sufficient. At that moment, the climax of the drama is about to unfold, and an unprecedented picture suddenly explodes—”

Everyone suffocated.

Berisha looked down at the glass, then raised it up: "One more glass."

two,

Everyone respectfully watched Berisha walk into the fireplace, disappear into the green flames, and leave the magnificent house completely.

"Inefficient!" Little Mediu shook his head at the stagnation of the discussion.

The room was surprisingly quiet, and after a while, Samaras broke the silence.

"What is the meaning of Berishana's call?"

"He's old, and older people like to play tricks." Without Berisha's "repression", little Mediu was a little unscrupulous. "He may have been sharp in the past, but here," he pointed to the brain. "It's rusted, it doesn't work anymore."

"I heard that my legs and feet are not good." A young man echoed.

Little Mediu glared at the young man, who was puzzled.

Little Mediu said: "You are too immature, so you are not qualified to make irresponsible remarks behind Berisha's back."

The young man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he had finally learned the temper of little Mediu, no wonder people said he was unreasonable.

Under Little Mediu's nonsense, the young people who were deeply "inspired" left one after another.

Samaras looked at the smug little Mediu, "I remember you are also a 'peripheral', you don't know Sergey."

"But I have seen that my brother has a good relationship with old Mr. Krum." Little Mediu was confident.

Little Mediu came to the appointment this time on behalf of his elder brother. In recent years, in order to take care of his increasingly dull eyes, his elder brother has hardly been in charge.

"I said, you can't sit here? Do you have to be around that fireplace?" Luksic's voice sounded.

The two turned around.

"This is the right person who summoned everyone to the party. Where is your politeness? It's rusted?" Luksic complained unceremoniously.

The real master he was talking about was Victor.

Victor didn't care, he just wanted to find out the truth, and he didn't care about these people's behavior of relying on their elders.Now they are no longer attached to the Krum family's business to make a living, and they are willing to go to the appointment today just for the sake of their grandfather. Even the old Mrs. Krum may not be able to invite them to gather together.

Little Mediu leaned over happily, and Samaras was a little hesitant. Norka from Gringotts, Bulgaria has a long-standing reputation in the industry. In other words, they are competitors, and they fought fiercely for a period of time.

There was no reason to be seen on the goblin's serious face, and Samaras sat down calmly in order not to make himself look petty.

Noka acted as if he hadn't seen him, and just drank the weird drink that goblins like to drink.

"What's your purpose?" Little Mediu cut to the chase after exchanging pleasantries.

"Check the accounts." Victor said calmly.

Samaras said empathetically, "This is Krum's housework, so don't point fingers."

"Just asking a question?" Little Mediu immediately turned his face.

"They all went into the coffin quickly, why are you so impulsive." Luke Xiqi disagreed.

"I'm still young!" What goes into the coffin? !Too bad luck!Little Mediu said angrily.

Probably at the end of patience, or not in the mood to listen to their chatter, President Nuoka put down the wooden cup.

As if sending a signal, several people fell silent at the same time.

"Berisha knows," Norca said flatly. "I guess."

Several people's expressions changed.

"You mean..." Victor asked.

"What happened to that money, I guess Berisha knows."

"You're not just joking, are you?" Little Mediu's tone was full of distrust.

Noka's face remained unchanged.

"I trust President Noka's judgment." Victor murmured.

Noka added: "Instead of holding this kind of party that is busy passing the buck, it is better to work hard on someone."

The others had different expressions because of Noka's pungentness, but no one jumped out to refute.

People who know Sergey Krum regard Berisha and Luksic as his right-hand men, especially Berisha, who has followed Sergey for many years. In fact, the one who has dealt with Sergey the longest is this Noka president.

If the relationship between the goblin and the wizard is not so tense, if Noka is willing to let go of his grievances and make friends further, the role of confidant would not be Fatemir Berisha at all.

three,

"As a result of the discussions above, the International Police Force has contacted the Auror Command in Bulgaria."

Heimdall waited for a long time and there was no further comment, so he couldn't help asking, "That's it?"

"What else do you want?" Hollingworth asked.

"That's the criminal on the A-level arrest warrant."

"They know better than you that the arrest warrant was issued by the international police force."

"I mean why didn't they come to me?"

"Since when did you become a Bulgarian Auror?"

Heim Dalton paused, "They can come to me to find out about the situation, and I'm sure I'll know everything."

"I will look for you if necessary." Seeing that he was still standing there, Hollingworth wondered, "What exactly do you want?"

"...Can I apply to participate in this siege operation?"

Such an arrangement showed that the higher authorities did not pay much attention to the harmfulness of Ludwig Brown, and Heimdall's eagerness was misinterpreted as a personal grievance that was difficult to compromise.

Hollingworth watched him for a long time, and Heimdall pretended to be calm.

"Do you think you can't handle the case without the police force? Don't be so self-righteous, Judge Sturluson!"

Heimdall said anxiously, "No, you misunderstood, maybe I can help."

"Do your job well, then go home and take care of the kids!" Hollingworth said forcefully.

Heimdall's expression changed.

Hollingworth couldn't help feeling a little regretful, but didn't show it.

Heimdall lowered his head, "Yes, I'm off to work."

four,

"Why didn't you tell me such a good thing!" Peter's scream echoed over the vestibule.

"Is it useful to tell you?" Heimdall said in a depressed mood.

Peter looked around and pulled him around the corner.

"Tell me what's going on." Peter urged.

Heimdall briefly described it, but did not reveal some details.

Peter beat his chest and stamped his feet, "I would have gone to Bulgaria with you that day if I had known."

A-level wanted criminal, the famous Professor Brown, he has long wanted to meet.

"Is this the first time you've heard? They didn't let you in?" Heimdall asked.

"Do you think I'm the only wizard detective in the police force? If it's my turn for every case, I won't even have time to sleep." Despite this, Peter still looked annoyed. "Even if I had the opportunity to participate, I probably wouldn't call my name."

"why?"

"My current job is to lead those rookies who don't want to make progress. When they become regulars, I will be relieved." Peter wailed with his head in his arms.

"It's probably not like this when you took the mission back then." Heimdall guessed.

Peter did not deny that he was tortured by the instructor CAO back then, thinking that he would finally have a chance to take revenge on the society, but unexpectedly...

Peter burst into bitter tears.

"I'm leaving," Heimdall said.

"Go? Where are you going?" Peter asked stupidly.

"Respond to the boss' call, and go home to take care of the children after finishing the job." Judge Sturluson left the International Federation of Wizards building with a look of resentment.

But he didn't leave for home right away, nor did he take the Tianma bus, let alone rent a broomstick.

Heimdall took out his pocket watch to check the time, then turned around and entered a small alley.

Fives,

The phone rang seven times before it was finally connected.

Heimdall waited for a moment, there was a blank space, and there was no sound.

"Hello~" He had no choice but to take the initiative.

There was still silence over there. If it wasn't for his experience, Heimdall would have thought that the wizard operator had fooled him.

"Is your boss there?"

【exist. 】

There was a weird bumping sound over there, maybe the phone was being transferred.Then there was another indistinct voice, and the microphone was picked up.

[Miss me? 】

Chief Sturlusson was silent for a moment, "Are you free? Let's meet."

【Really miss me】

Heimdall broke the can, "Yes, I miss you, so hurry up, see you or not, just go straight."

Laughter came from the microphone.

Director Stulusson comforted himself, this is respect for the elderly and a virtue.

【weekend?The weather in England is not very good these days...]

"I can't wait for the weekend, the sooner the better." Heimdall said without hesitation.

Lao Caipi's voice sounded again after a while, 【I'm a little scared that you are so active all of a sudden. ] "Don't do this, I believe Merlin will feel scared, you, Grindelwald, how is that possible."

[I feel more and more that something is wrong with you. 】

"I warn you to cooperate with my actions, otherwise I will send a small note to the major media, saying that you have been hiding in the UK for a long time and plan to make a comeback someday."

[I see, tell me a location. 】

Heimdall was speechless, could this guy be M?

An hour and a half later they met at the Branding Iron bar in Brussels.The private rooms in the basement of the Branding Iron Bar are never open to the public, and only those who know how to do it have the opportunity to enter. Some shady actions are planned in the private rooms of the Branding Iron.Heimdall comforted himself, let's see the stronghold of the bad guys, so that one day they will be wiped out.

Heimdall noticed that he went to the appointment alone, not to mention the watcher, and that loyal follower was also missing.

"You look in good spirits," Heimdall said.

Grindelwald changed from the unrestrained and unrestrained style of the past. His gray hair was meticulously groomed, his beard was cleanly shaved, and the wizard robe on his body was exquisitely made. He looked both decent and dignified.He was worthy of being a handsome guy when he was young, with a good foundation, but he is still interesting when he is old.

"Are you greeting me?" Grindelwald asked.

"This is called hatred value transfer, and my politeness came into being," Heimdall sat down on the opposite chair with a bitter face. "There is a more hateful target who replaced your original position, so now I see you are not as hateful as before."

"Ludwig Brown?" Grindelwald smiled slightly, even though his face was wrinkled, the handsome old man still rushed to his face.

Heimdall frowned, "You said that you are so old, since you have retired from the bad guy's post and plan to start a new life, are you tired of being so slick and well-informed?! And your thinking ability, completely You can make it work a little slower, let it grow a little age spot, a little rust..."

"What do you want to drink?" Grindelwald pushed the menu nonchalantly.

They all ordered butter beer.

"Cream stew here is really good," says Grindelwald.

Chief Sturluson pretended not to hear.

After the drinks were served, the door of the private room was closed at the request of the guests.

"Where did you find Ludwig Brown?"

What made Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief was that Lao Caipi was not a person who likes to talk about family affairs in essence.

“The Prancing Horse Bar in Bulgaria.”

Grindelwald snapped his hand holding the beer bottle, "The one in Sophia?"

"you know?"

"I've been there."

Heimdall nodded without fuss.

"I can't see through Brown's plan." Heimdall described the process of meeting Brown. "I hope I'm wrong and I hope I'm not."

"He scares you?"

"... Kind of. I don't think I can handle him on my own."

"Brown is very cunning." Grindelwald commented.

"With the affirmation of the big devil, Professor Brown's life is worth it."

Grindelwald was not angry either, "I am no longer the big devil."

Heimdall said solemnly: "You are the one who got dried on the beach."

"What are the IW and the police force going to do?" Grindelwald asked.

"You don't need to know about that, it's nothing to do with me anyway." Heimdall said ambiguously.

Even if they sat down and talked about irrelevant topics so calmly today, Grindelwald would not naively think that Heimdall had put down his guard and regarded him as an ordinary wizard.

"Since your superiors have made a judgment, why are you taking a huge risk to meet me?" Grindelwald took a sip of butter beer, then glanced at the bottle with a strange expression, probably not very good.

"The Saints organization hasn't been disbanded, right? You still have the absolute right to respond to everyone," Heimdall said bluntly, wiping his mouth. "I don't ask for anything else, just lend me some manpower. It doesn't need to be as high-end as murder and arson, just ordinary ones."

Grindelwald froze for a moment, then grinned.

"Am I right?"

"If you refuse to borrow it, then you have misheard." Heimdall changed the subject. "I firmly believe that Brown will not escape the law in the end, and you will be credited with the credit at that time. I will keep my word."