HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 843 Where is the old place?

one,

Maroni woke up decisively, he didn't open his eyes with a groan, and his eyes didn't lose focus. He opened his eyes at the speed of blinking, and when his eyelids were lifted, his eyes were fixed, as if he had been closing his eyes for a long time.

Enrique approached and called Maroni's name softly. Maroni was stunned for a moment before turning his eyes to look at him, which seemed a bit muddled.

Enrique grinned at him, not a very good smile, but Maroni was not in the mood, and it didn't matter to the younger brother whether the elder brother smiled well or not.

"Enrique?" Maroni opened his mouth, his voice was suffocated for a long time.

Seeing that he had regained his senses, Enrique quickly moved forward again.

Maroni's face suddenly changed, "What are you doing so close?!"

Enrique's warm expression froze.

Maroni is still aggressive, "I knew you were mean to me, let me tell you, I'm not interested in men, even if you go transgender, I don't like it, just like you... Get away, don't be disgusting !"

Enrique wanted to strangle him to death, but in the end his conscience prevailed. He still felt guilty for turning a blind eye at noon. It will soon disappear into my brother's inexhaustible ignorance.

Enrique took a deep breath, stepped back abruptly, and gave the school doctor Mr. Follett a wink with a smile on his face.

Mr. Follett said: "Clarity of speech, piercing eyes, I don't see anything serious."

Enrique was holding fire in his stomach, whether it was his own brother, or asked the school doctor to check again, and even stated that he would take Maroni to the big hospital immediately if necessary.

"You curse me to death!" Maroney called out viciously.

Mr. Follett wanted him to shut up, but Heimdall spoke first.

"Do you remember what happened before?"

"Why don't you remember? I'm not a fool!" Maroney complained angrily, seeing Heimdall as an accomplice who cursed his brother who went to the hospital.

Heimdall didn't have the same knowledge as him, "Tell us, how did you get into the school hospital?"

"...I, um... came by myself," Maroni hesitated for a while, then nodded decisively. "I did it myself!"

"You passed out just now, did you know that?" Heimdall asked again.

"...I passed out after entering the school hospital!" Maroni had a contemptuous expression of "you are so stupid".

"Sleepwalking?!" Mr. Follett couldn't help laughing.

Maroni was very angry, "Why don't you believe me? What did I do to make you doubt? I am a victim, I am a patient, I want to rest, you go out!" Stubborn temper came up, and the school doctor issued an order to evict the guest. I don't pay attention to it.

Heimdall and Enrique looked at each other, and both saw the worry in each other's eyes.

Maroney couldn't remember.

"You were sent to the school hospital, not yourself." Enrique said bluntly. "You passed out by the holly hedge, and the Zugs, who were in the same grade as you, passed by and found you and took you to the school hospital."

"Nonsense!" Maloney held back for a long time before spit out the conclusion.

This kid is very stubborn.

"So do you remember what happened before you passed out? Which way did you go?" Heimdall asked.

"Of course I remember!" Maroney still insisted that he was "intact." "I left the castle, and I'm going to the school hospital to ask Mr. Follett to prepare antidiarrheal medicine..." The indignant voice stopped abruptly, and Maroni folded his head and opened his mouth in a daze, as vivid as Edvard Munch's oil painting " Scream.

Maroni frowned and blinked, and tried to recall, the only thing his brain fed back was the picture of coming out of the castle. After that, until he opened his eyes and saw his brother Enrique, it was as clean as a white wall, empty, spotless.

"It seems that I really don't remember it." Mr. Follett was able to make a judgment. Maroney's brain has probably been tampered with. To put it bluntly, that memory has been artificially written off. The frightening thing is that this happened in Germany. Armstrong.

"I remember, how could I not remember, I definitely remember!" Maroni still didn't give up.

The three ignored him, and waited until Mr. Follett announced that except for the diarrhea and the erased memory, everything else was normal.Enrique didn't put on his brother's stance anymore, and Maroni didn't appreciate it at all. He wasn't born to be a cheap man. Although he was ashamed, his mentality had already returned to the old way, and he really couldn't get back the original shame.

Mr. Follett watched as Maroney took his medicine and ignored Maroney's aggressive complaints until Maroney shut his mouth knowingly under his gaze and Mr. Follett left the second floor.At the same time, the conversation between Heimdall and Enrique who were waiting on the first floor was coming to an end.

"I understand. I'll go to Professor Katenen right now." Enrique confirmed Maroney's condition to Mr. Follett, then turned and walked out of the school hospital.

"What are your plans?" asked Mr. Follett.

Heimdall said: "I asked Professor Kattenen to find a way to drag Beauxbaton's girls' school team. I hope my friend can find the answer from Maroni's memory before Beauxbaton leaves."

"Do you think this incident has something to do with Beauxbatons?"

"My guess is, and it is doubtful indeed, that when it did not happen, it happened after they arrived in Durmstrang."

two,

The response from the International Wizengamot was quite quick. Beauxbaton's women's school team hadn't caught the golden snitch under favorable circumstances. Peter accompanied his instructor, the half-vampire John, into Durmster under the leadership of Professor Katenen. Lang, and soon entered the school hospital.

As a client, Maroney has the right to know what he is about to face. Maroney was terrified—his lack of cooperation was incomprehensible, and he even cried out for a lawyer.Instructor John smiled sinisterly, with two big fangs ready to come out, and Maroni, who was dying to live, rolled his eyes. He didn't even use the magic or potion to stun him. He was just a bluffing paper tiger.

Heimdall believed that mindfulness was directly effective, and John rejected the proposal. The instructor told him that mindfulness was too subjective, and Maroni's memory was erased, and mindfulness was not conducive to the complete preservation of memory.The master and apprentice brought a simple pensieve from IW. Only the memory presented in the pensieve is relatively objective, and the observer can find details that the owner of the memory cannot see.

Instructor John pulled out several lines of memory from Maroni's mind in a coma—with mysterious and skillful techniques, they were like silver fish swimming slowly in a simple pensieve.To be on the safe side, Instructor John pulled out all of Maroni's recent memories. There was no other way. Maroni himself would not use such magic, and he would not actively cooperate when he was awake.

Heimdall suggested that Enrique watch Maroni's memory, in case Maroni has some little secrets, as the elder brother, Enrique can at least protect his younger brother's right to privacy.Enrique was very grateful for Heimdall's proposal, and Peter and Johann showed regretful expressions at the same time. They were worthy of being masters and apprentices, and they were a little afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

Enrique looked at several memories in a row, none of which seemed to have anything to do with the diarrhea plot, but Enrique's expression became more and more ridiculous, and Maroni's usual life was probably more colorful.Enrique, who kept silent, knew why his younger brother was so reluctant to let others look at his memories. On the one hand, he wanted to protect his privacy;When Enrique saw that Maroni not only secretly hid the puddings in his dormitory, but also hid and raised the puddings in other dormitories, he felt nothing but deep powerlessness.

It turns out that Robert's hobbies are so cheap. Enrique was ridiculed by his younger brother earlier that his hobbies are too shabby. Compared with Robert's little plush baby, the Thorns are tall, rich and handsome.

Which of the few people present is not observant?Everyone did not embarrass Enrique, and pretended not to know about the change in his expression.

After Enrique raised his head from the Pensieve for the fifth time, a different look shot out from his eyes.

Several people knew that this time they finally chose the right one.

Katenen immediately turned around and left to perform the activity of making trouble for Beauxbatons; Mr. Follett also left the ward and went to the first floor to look out for everyone.At this time, Heimdall, Enrique, Peter, John, and Maroni lying on the bed were left in the ward.

Enrique said: "This memory is very weird, a large part of it is dark, very abrupt, like a candle that was suddenly extinguished at night."

Heimdall buried his face in the Pensieve with doubts, and when the screen lit up, he walked out of the castle just as Maroni said, with a painful expression on his face, his hands on his stomach, and his moving movements were irritating Laughing, but unfortunately the timing was wrong, otherwise Heimdall would not reject Maroni's jokes.Heimdall followed Maroney and saw him stop for a moment before the sidewalk, before turning onto the uneven trail, which was a short cut to the school hospital, past the holly hedge.

So far, Maroni's memory has not been tampered with. Heimdall is not afraid of memory erasure. The most difficult thing to do is artificial modification. In addition, the memory owner is not smart enough, which will lead to a deadlock in the investigation.

After that, just as Enrique said, the whole picture suddenly went dark, and Maroni was already lying on the bed in the school hospital when it turned on next time.Heimdall plucked his head from the Pensieve, but found nothing.

Next, Peter and John instructors observed that memory through the pensieve, and the sudden darkness shrouded every observer.

"He's a master." Instructor John said calmly. "The memory cancellation spell is manifested in the form of 'forgetting'. The result of forgetting is to disappear from the brain. Even through the Pensieve, there is no trace of the erasure, but the reason why this student Maroni can't remember is not because the memory Instead of being logged out, it was temporarily covered by someone."

Heimdall understood that compared with being covered, it is easier and safer to write off the memory.

"Didn't that person ask for trouble?" Heimdall was puzzled.

This question lingers in everyone's mind, yes, why not just log out, but choose the memory cover that is difficult to operate and easy to leave clues?

Did the other party do it on purpose?Deliberately let people find out that Maroni's memory has been tampered with?Heimdall felt his head was as big as a bucket, so why did he do that?

"I want to go out for a walk, and I finally got into Durmstrang. This is a famous magic academy, and I can't get in at all at ordinary times." Instructor John looked eager to go sightseeing.

Enrique looked surprised.

Heimdall and Peter are no strangers to his behavior patterns. They were both fucked by John. They soon realized that the instructor planned to visit the scene of the crime in person and observe the legendary Beauxbatons from a distance on the Quidditch pitch. Girls Varsity.

Heimdall noticed that instructor John did not wear a uniform this time due to "private request", and Peter also went into battle lightly.For convenience, Peter took a German school uniform from Mr. Follett and put it on, and left the school hospital with John, who pretended to be a professor.

"You watch it for me, and I'll watch it again." Heimdall said to Enrique.

Enrique nodded.

Heimdall buried the Pensieve for the second time, and this time the observation time was longer than before. When he lifted up from the Pensieve, his expression showed a subtle change.

Enrique asked hurriedly, "Any new discoveries?"

"Not yet...but...well, I don't know how to say it, I'll watch it again!" Heimdall waved away his wild speculations and lowered his head again.

three,

The Beauxbaton girls' school team didn't win, but they didn't lose either, probably due to factors such as the right time, place and people. The Durmstrang substitute school team took the lead in catching the Golden Snitch at the last moment. It was a tie.The absolute advantage obtained by the Beauxbaton girls' school team's previous crazy goals disappeared at the last moment, allowing Durmstrang's substitute school team to overtake 150 in an instant, but at the same time, it can also be seen that the Beauxbaton girls' school team has a long-lasting late strike In fact, Durmstrang's substitute school team is more than one level behind Beauxbaton in terms of physical strength and actual combat experience.

Shit luck!Members of the Beauxbaton Girls' Varsity team felt resigned and reviled their opponent's heinous luck in their hearts.

Their eyes were filled with the enviable beautiful smiles of the girls from the substitute school team. The tie was a bliss for the German school's substitute school team. They were fully prepared to lose before the start of the match.Coach August also bluntly said that he does not expect to win, but the players must spare no effort to fight. This is a once-in-a-lifetime training opportunity, and winning or losing is ignored.

The Beauxbaton girls' school team could no longer see the beautiful and beautiful referees. They left the arena dejectedly. The referees did not organize post-match handshakes and other routine activities that showed friendship first and competition second.While Durmstrang's substitute school team was happy, he didn't scold the opponent carefully for not being able to lose. They huddled together in the middle of the field, as happy as winning.

The only male in the team was surrounded by girls, cuddling and hugging each other, not too happy, the hatred was pulled to the peak in an instant, the students in the auditorium booed bursts, and some even threw things into the field, Laughing and scolding go hand in hand.

When the two schools set the time for the match, they did not reach an agreement on a tie—such as overtime—the Beauxbaton girls’ school team should not regret it now. If they knew today, they should have considered all aspects at that time.In the hearts of the Beauxbaton girls' school team, they are aiming at bullying newbies and becoming famous all over the world through this game. A tie and a loss point to the same result.

On the rostrum, Karkaroff was not as excited as the replacement school team. Mr. Principal is a person with supremacy in realism. He doesn't care about Beauxbaton's hard-working mentality of a tie. He only cares about the result. In the principal's perception, a tie and a loss The ball is a class, and only winning can make him excited.

Karkaroff sat in a chair with a peaceful mind in a daze—didn’t he lose the game? Katenen, who suddenly appeared for some reason, was still chatting with Professor Le Pen. Professor Le Pen could not see the slightest bit of frustration or unwillingness on his face. All because of the ups and downs in the content of the dialogue, it is particularly dishonest.

Karkaroff thought about it, and decided to pay a condescending visit to the substitute school team. Mr. Principal never thought that he should visit Beauxbaton's guests first, and then he should be more lenient. By the way, encourage and invite them to make persistent efforts next time, Principal Never a smooth and thoughtful person.

Karkaroff's departure did not stop Katenin and Le Pen from talking, and the two looked at Karkaroff's back calmly.

Vice-chairman Carlo left with the principal and rushed to the school library, where the three experts were still thirsting for truth.Reminded by Carlo, Karkaroff decided to reluctantly meet the experts after seeing the girls of the substitute school team.

"Where's Sturluson?" Karkaroff asked.

"Still at the school hospital," Carlo said.

"He had to be there when Beauxbaton left, and he had to be there from the beginning to the end."

The trough of these words was almost overflowing, and Carlo almost "sail against the current", but in the end he just obediently complied.

On the rostrum behind the two.

There was no one around, and the cheers came from afar, a little distorted.

Katenen's gaze towards Le Pen inadvertently brought out a little unfathomable, Le Pen knew nothing, or... pretended not to know.

four,

Katenin had never been so enthusiastic in his life—trying his best to delay Beauxbaton's departure, during which time Karkaroff rolled his eyes several times.

There was no new news from Heimdall and Johann, and Katenen was a little bit nervous, but let it be, he is not an impulsive young man, and no matter how anxious he is, it will not help the development of the gaffe.Kattenen calmed down and led Beauxbaton and his party to the place where the carriage stopped as if nothing had happened.

"Where's Rigg?" Victor, who was also one of the senders off, whispered.

"There was a third grader who had a bad stomach and was sent to the school hospital, and Rigg was there all the time." Carlo wondered why Heimdall didn't show up for so long. Could there be something else wrong with Maroney's stomach?

"Mr Krum~~~~"

Master Krum has stood far away from the protagonists, and the group of girls can still penetrate all obstacles and find him at a glance.Members of the Beauxbaton girls' school team gathered around to greet their relatives and make eye contact. The pretentious and innocent way of speaking made the girls of Durmstrang's substitute school team extremely messy.

Do you dare to stand up straight and speak well!

The vice-captain, Beya, was sure that these women had never seen one with a handle. Could it be that Beauxbaton's boys were all fake men?These hungry looks seem to have been empty for a century.

Jeanna was a little speechless towards this group of juniors, and also felt very humiliated. She wanted to stand up and defend the legitimate rights and interests of her "girlfriends". As she was racking her brains on how to intimidate this group of students, Heimdall said nothing. Appearing loudly behind her, Jeanne was startled.

"You are too timid, exercise as soon as possible," Heimdall smiled. "Don't scare my godson."

"Why godson? I want to have a daughter!" Jeanna shook her fist in dissatisfaction.

"That's not what you said at the beginning..." Heimdall felt that it was reasonable, so he simply passed her, walked to the side of her husband, and skillfully pushed away a little girl who was almost falling on top of her husband. Turning left and right seemingly at will, let all the little arms and legs who coveted his husband take back.

Heimdall stood before Victor, looking down at Beauxbaton's girl with a dazzling smile of a winner in life.

"Thank you for coming so far in order to promote the development of Quidditch on campus. The Durmstrang substitute school team would like to thank you for your advice. Winning or losing comes second. This game has witnessed the friendship between the two schools. Remember your school It seems that there is also a substitute school team? In order to repay your kindness, I propose that the Durmstrang school team go to Beauxbaton next time to hold a friendly match with your school's substitute school team, what do you think?"

The master couldn't help laughing, and he didn't restrain the smile on his face from gradually expanding.

Mr. Chairman quietly twisted the waist of the master to attract you!Let you scratch your head and pose!Let you flirt!

The master's little face was distorted.

The girls of Beauxbatons looked at each other, a little embarrassed, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Of course you are welcome." Professor Le Pen ended the conversation with Katenen "in due course" and came to Heimdall. "I will pass on your proposal to Madame Maxime."

Heimdall looked at him with a complicated expression.

When the two shook hands, Professor Le Pen stepped forward seemingly casually, and said with a smile, "Don't touch him. The old place is waiting for you."

Heimdall looked back in surprise.

Except for Victor who stood close, no one around heard this sentence.Victor's expression paused, and he returned to normal in a blink of an eye.

Beauxbaton's carriage flew into the sky, and everyone on the ground had different expressions.

Chairman Sturluson stared at the dark clouds high in the sky, where is the "old place"?

"Rig?" Victor's call rang in his ears.

Heimdall turned his head.

"What's going on?" Victor asked softly.

"...It's a long story."

The most urgent thing is to go to the "old place". Thinking of this, Chairman Strulusson is entangled again. Where is the old place?

Fives,

The "Old Place" is located in Kapok Town, and Heimdall saw Lao Caipi in the private room of an unknown small bar with the signboard of "Old Place" - in order to find this bar, he had to dig three feet.The moment Heimdall saw him, his heart fell temporarily.

"You are too good at tossing, and Beauxbaton will not let it go?" Heimdall sat down opposite him, and shook his hand to reject the other party's offer of tea.

"I haven't tossed Beauxbatons." Grindelwald spread his hands innocently.

"Professor Le Pen."

"Only today's Le Pen is me."

Heimdall pondered for a moment, then realized, "There is really Le Pen?"

"Professor Le Pen is Beauxbaton's legitimate teacher. I didn't make it up out of thin air."

"You didn't..." Heimdall frowned worriedly.

"No, Professor Le Pen is happy to provide me with the right to use Le Pen for a day." Grindelwald took his time.

"Le Pen is your friend?"

"To be precise, he is my believer, so it is very convenient to communicate."

Heimdall pursed his lips and changed the subject, "I saw the signal you left in Maroni's memory."

"I did it on purpose," Grindelwald confessed. "I don't think you will let that memory go easily, you will observe over and over again whether there are any subtle clues that have been missed."

It's a bad feeling to be seen through, especially if it's Gellert Grindelwald.

"You also left a picture, that person is a student of Durmstrang, named Kane." Heimdall said. "Is this your outpouring of mercy or a discovery of conscience?"

"This is the purpose of my meeting with you today, don't move that person." Grindelwald said expressionlessly.

"He's not Kane anymore." What Heimdall said was not a question.

Grindelwald was noncommittal.

Heimdall said again, "Is that Brown?"

"You see it?"

"Patrick Lacy is back."

Grindelwald nodded, "No matter how capable Brown is, he can't drive two people at the same time."

"What are you doing?" Heimdall asked.

"Leave Brown to me, don't move." Lao Caipi said firmly.

Heimdall looked at him for a while, then his expression relaxed, and he rubbed the space between his brows, "Why am I not surprised at all?"