HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 845

one,

Two professors from Heideggerach climbed the winding stone staircase full of primitive beauty, and spent about 7 or 8 minutes on the way to climb the stone staircase.When they came to the top, they saw several wizards in uniforms standing under the blue sky and white clouds. People are usually not willing to face wizards wearing such robes. In the words of Chairman Strulusson: Too bad luck!Although Mr. Chairman often deals with wizards dressed like this.

The Estonian Ministry of Magic sent a total of three detectives.

"They value you very much." Victor curled his lips.

"I learned it 20 years ago." Lange walked over slowly.

The three police detectives immediately surrounded him, staring intently at the target, as if they were afraid of losing sight.

"Can you apparate here?" Lange asked suddenly.

His voice was not deliberately lowered, and the momentum and pace of the three police detectives became sharp at the same time.

Victor pretended not to notice it, and deliberately acted very troublesome, "I'm not very clear, although this is not the main island... I'm afraid it still can't."

The pace of the three detectives slowed down significantly.

The two professors looked at each other and smiled.

Andrew, sir, you are being naughty again.

The youngest of the three detectives stopped in front of the two, and looked at them with casual arrogance. This kind of feeling is quite subtle. It may have a certain deterrent effect on people who are guilty of thieves, but for ordinary people People, such as the two professors in front of me, the arrogance of the young police detectives is a bit offensive.Although the two professors are not proficient in the ranks of the police force, they are not completely ignorant.This is a young and promising police detective who is more powerful than the two elders behind him.

"Mr. Andrew Lange?" said the young detective.

"I am," Lang said.

The young police detective glanced quickly at Victor's face, and then said: "We are detectives from the Wizarding Police Unit of the Estonian Ministry of Magic. There is a case that I hope you can assist in the investigation." Victor on the side.

Victor persisted in the other party's sight for half a minute, until an impatient look appeared on the other party's face, and he pretended to suddenly realize it.

"I'll wait for you in the square." Victor patted Lange on the shoulder.

When he turned around, Victor heard a strange voice behind him shouting "...Mr. Minister" in an unpleasant baritone voice, with a moving sob, slightly hoarse.

Victor paused slightly, and then came Lange's clear and forceful answer, "I am no longer the Minister of Magic of Estonia, please call me Professor Lange."

More than an hour later, Lange found Victor on the stone bench in front of the curved tree-shaped rhododendron wall. He was surrounded by a group of juniors.

"Okay, Professor Lange is here. Now it's time for the adults to talk. Children, hurry up to eat and review their homework!" Victor issued the order to evict the guest, with a warm tone but an expression that could not be refused.

The children pouted, reluctantly called out to Professor Lange, and dispersed.

"My prestige in the lower grades has been consumed by you." Lange said jokingly.

"You still have a mature and stable senior year." Victor joked.

Lange sat down on another stone bench a step away.

The two faced the wide square, and the sunset gradually permeated the sky. The reflections of the students coming and going in the square were stretched narrow and long on the floor tiles of different colors. Each person's head was covered with a circle of golden and red strokes, and the reflections of the students in the distance appeared. The undulating flower wall seems to have been splashed with a layer of blue ink, the white petals are so blurred that the outline cannot be distinguished, and the rays of the sky farther away are gorgeous and vivid.

The two of them didn't speak for a while.

Victor laughed.

Lange cast a puzzled look.

"It would be great if you changed to Lige." The master felt that the scenery was terrible, such a beautiful day, but his lover was far away across the ocean.

Andrew didn't think so.

"I didn't expect them to let you go so soon." Victor didn't like the Estonian Ministry of Magic, not only because of Lange's wrongful conviction, but Heimdall also had an unpleasant experience with that country's Ministry of Magic.

"Originally, there was a little accident," Lange added. "The accident I said was aimed at them."

"what happened?"

"They asked me some procedural questions, and I told the truth without any concealment. Maybe they have a relatively strict work attitude and think that my words are unfounded. They have nothing to ask, so they very strongly demanded to take me back to the ministry for further development. Investigate." Lange's calmness was more like staying out of the matter.

"Did they use force?"

"Did not have time."

Victor was speechless, why is the Estonian Ministry of Magic still so stupid?Restricting the personal freedom of an in-service professor in a well-known local formal magic school, and forcibly arresting him just because of "further investigation"?Cooperate with the investigation and at least find a plausible reason, right?

"What happened next?" Victor asked impatiently.

"Detectives from the Italian Ministry of Magic have arrived."

"Italy?"

"She died in Italy."

"Not in Estonia?"

"They found her body at the back door of a wizard's shop selling souvenirs in Sorrento. Her money, jewelry, and robes were all looted. Her hotel room was also rummaged. All of his valuables—including seemingly valuable furnishings from the room—are missing.”

Robbery?Victor was lost in thought.

Lange added, "I guess she plans to go on vacation for a while after getting the money. Italy has always been one of my ex-wife's favorite vacation spots. Every summer, I visit the Sorrento Peninsula and live there for a week, and then go to Rome. She bought outrageously expensive bags and clothes from Milan—more than half of them were not suitable for her, she liked to spend money there, because at that time witches from all over Europe gathered in Italy, and spending money surrounded by a pair of envious eyes could make the Her good mood lasted until Christmas."

"It's not summer yet."

Lange said meaningfully: "20 years ago, she could only get extra pocket money from me after the summer started. I think my old friend continued this practice after fully understanding her preferences."

Viktor raised his eyebrows, "The Estonian police detective didn't disclose other developments in the case?"

"They didn't say it, but the detectives from the Italian Ministry of Magic said something ambiguous, all unrealistic conjectures, and had little to do with the case itself. The Estonian detectives seemed to believe that it was caused by criminals looking for money. The Italian police detectives are more inclined to love murders caused by jealousy."

Victor shook his head and said, "Those detectives are gone? They won't come to trouble you again, will they?"

"Unless they can find new clues that overturn the existing findings, my students and the house elves in the school can provide me with an alibi." Lange replied confidently.

Victor rubbed his chin, "Want to visit our Professor Lacarini?"

They also have contacts in the Italian Ministry of Magic.

Lange did not refuse his offer.

two,

Students in Durmstrang would receive a written application for a new laboratory, with the name of Robert Maroni written in the applicant's name, and Enrique delivered the application with a deadpan expression to the deputy. Chairman Carlo Jones hands.

The research office of the German School is mainly supervised by Carlo.

"Maroni is really unwilling to be alone," Carlo said to Heimdall.

Maroney has not managed to remember what happened that day, not because Grindelwald's memory-masking magic is too tricky, but because with Enrique's approval, the school doctor Mr. Follett kept doing nothing to make him really Amnesia.

"My brother seems to be fearless, but in fact he is bullying and timid. If he thinks of something and gets scared, I will be the first one to be unlucky. My parents will not let me go." Enrique said He seemed disheartened and hopeless about his parents' partiality, but the panic he showed when he heard about Maroney's accident was not a joke.

Carlo held up the application forms of the third graders. No, strictly speaking, the applicants filled in not only the third graders, but also the second graders who joined in the fun and the first graders who were obviously fooled.

"There are a lot of people, and the number of applicants has exceeded the minimum standard line." Carlo said.

If the student union intends to embarrass them, the applicants will definitely not be able to make a fuss about it, it is clear in black and white.

"The first grade is easy to handle, and they will quit obediently if they show a little bit of meaning to them; the will of the second grade must not be very firm; the focus is only on the third grade." Enrique said firmly.

The other members of the student union who were watching the three people whispered to each other, and seemed to agree with Enrique's analysis.

Heimdall looked at Carlo, then at Enrique, "Why do you think I will make things difficult for them?"

The two looked at each other.

"Perhaps you gave the lower grades the feeling that you existed to embarrass them. We were unknowingly infected by the emotions of the lower grades." Carlo was not afraid to tell the truth, but Enrique did not dare to be so straightforward.

Heimdall looked at all directions, and the members of the student council who came into contact with his eyes looked like they were facing an enemy, or lowered their heads and pretended to be busy, and those who couldn't avoid it showed smiles that were uglier than crying.Heimdall repeatedly reminded himself of the importance of tolerance as the chairman of the student union. He is obviously so approachable...the young people of today are really!

"Enrique, let the people on the list gather at the entrance of the corridor of the research room." Heimdall said.

Fifteen minutes later, Enrique, the chairman, vice-chairman and one of the officers, appeared in the corridor of Durmstrang's research room.

As soon as one of their feet stepped on the ground on this side, a student who was walking out not far away suddenly turned around and ran away with a ghostly scream.

The three of them watched in amazement as he rushed into the broomstick research room. A strange scream erupted from the study room with the single door open, and the door slammed shut.The sound of closing the door was like pressing a certain connection button, and other research rooms followed suit, and there were bangs and bangs in the corridor one after another.

The portraits of "wizard scientists" hanging in the corridor were all affected by the sudden atmosphere and became silent.

"By the way," Heimdall's voice woke up the two stunned students, "Is the end-of-year evaluation week in the research lab coming soon?"

Carlo, who is the main supervisor of the laboratory, suddenly said, "It will start next week."

Heimdall said with a smile: "This is a typical guilty conscience."

Maroni moved from far to near, followed by a few followers of the same grade, who seemed to be the children whose names were listed on the application form.As Enrique expected, the second and first grades did not respond.

"Rig, I'm coming!" Maroni's little face turned rosy.

Enrique was full of surprise, what did he call Brother Sturluson just now? !

Carlo is worthy of being the ultimate gossip king of Durmstrang, and he quietly took out the notebook.

Heimdall was silent for a moment, deliberately ignoring the familiar way of greeting.

“Students get your applications, and you have more than the minimum number of applicants,” Heimdall said. "May I ask why you want to start a Quidditch study?"

"It's the Quidditch Tactics Lab!" Maloney corrected solemnly.

"Excuse me, why do you want to start a Quidditch tactics research room?"

"Of course it is to participate in the Quidditch school team's training better and more easily." Maroney said confidently.

"The varsity has its own tactical lab," Heimdall said.

"Really?" Maroney was surprised.

"Yes."

"I do not know how?"

"You are not the right choice."

Maroni was stunned, and Heimdall thought he was hit, but it turned out that Mr. Chairman was naive again.

"My laboratory needs to be renamed," Maroney said in a flash. "Change to the Quidditch Substitute Tactics Research Room!"

Except for the calm Enrique, Heimdall and Carlo were a little dumbfounded.

"I haven't agreed yet..." Carlo couldn't help muttering.

Maroney's ear is so good that it is outrageous, "Rig agrees, he is the president of the student union!"

Thank you for your affirmation, but please don't hate me indiscriminately.A certain chairman hurriedly gave his best friend the vice chairman a firm friend look.

Carlo took a deep breath, and Enrique patted him on the back as if he had come here—if he was serious, he would lose.

"Quidditch alternate lab? Interesting," Heimdall said.

Carlo and Enrique stared at him like hell.

Maroney smiled, "You agreed?!"

A wave of attendants also laughed like flowers.

"Don't be so busy being happy, I still have questions," Heimdall said cruelly, pinching their excited nerves. "Your application is not written in a standardized way, full of nonsense, and you can't find the central idea. Except for the name of the research laboratory, which is more in line with the theme of the application, the other content has nothing to do with the application itself."

"What should I do?"

"Rewrite."

"Oh." Maroni was obedient and didn't play tricks on this.

"What size laboratory are you going to apply for? The theme of the laboratory opening must be clear. How many students are you planning to enroll after opening? What kind of results will be produced during the trial operation? What are the ultimate goals of the laboratory... Wait, you must must appear in the body of the application.”

"It's so troublesome..." Maroni was a little bit conflicted.

"You don't have to rewrite it, we pretend it never happened."

"I wrote!"

Heimdall gave a childish expression of approval.

Maroni soon became happy again, "Are you bringing us here to lead me to meet the heads of various research departments and get their signatures?"

The construction of the new laboratory must be approved by other laboratories, which involves issues such as geographical location and room size that need to be coordinated.In order to expand the experimental laboratory, Heimdall humbly asked for a circle of directors' signatures before completing the project.

"That's the final process, you first hand in the rewritten application." Heimdall smiled.

Excitedly, Maroni hurriedly left with his attendants and went back to work on a new application.

"Why did you tell him to be so careful?" Carlo couldn't figure out why Heimdall needed to do so.

"It's up to you whether the application is approved or not," Heimdall said leisurely. "When we graduate, Maroni can only find the next student union team to solve the problem."

Carlo suddenly realized, and snickered, "You are so insidious." He deliberately chose to paint a big cake at the entrance of the corridor of the research room.

"Giving him to open this laboratory is a loyal and honest man?" Heimdall said angrily. "Leaving aside the explanations from the Quidditch school team, how many people can Maroni recruit in terms of the research on substitute tactics alone? Being dissatisfied with this item is enough to close the laboratory. Instead of tossing about opening and closing, it is better to discourage him when submitting the application. Remember to be strict and make up more decent reasons."

Enrique added, "You can find mistakes in grammar. Robert didn't like writing letters since he was a child. He didn't make sense of the logic. He couldn't write the application well, but he refused to admit that he couldn't write well."

Heimdall said to Carlo: "The real danger is here."

On the way back to the student union, Enrique was stopped by a passing classmate.

Heimdall and Carlo left first.

"Seeing that graduation is approaching, do you have an idea of ​​the candidate for the next student council president?" Carlo asked.

The vice-chairman and other members of the student union are temporarily ignored. Except for the chairman and vice-chairman, the original members can continue to hold their original positions as long as they have not graduated. The team members will not be decided until the next chairman is elected.

"I would like to nominate Enrique, what do you think?" Heimdall said.

"Will Maroni be unhappy?" Carlo chuckled.

With that bastard's personality...

"I guess he won't be unhappy, maybe on the contrary, Maroney is happy to be able to play like a tiger from now on."

Maloney is unaware of his parents' partiality and takes the long-standing "priority" for granted, so he will never be able to understand his brother's inner world.

"Let Enrique worry about it," Heimdall said.

The two met a group of sixth graders at the stairs, and the sixth graders nodded to them.Heimdall saw that Antonio Blanco, who had disappeared for a while, was also among them. Today's Blanco no longer exchanged meaningful glances with him from time to time as before.They are like familiar strangers, calmly passing by.

The conversation of the sixth graders came from behind——

"Branko, have you really recovered from your illness? You look very bad..." a sixth grade cared.

Illness was the reason Yael Lavella used to leave school, and the certificate was written by the school doctor Mr. Follett himself.

"The therapist assured me that it was all right, and I lay in a wizarding hospital in Asia for a while longer than I can remember... I sometimes even forget that I was a student of Durmstrang, and I used to learn Return those things to the teacher..."

"The professors have already decided to make up for you, don't worry..."

Heimdall turned back quietly, and the group of sixth graders drifted away, slowly blending into the distant background.

three,

"The things found at the scene of the crime will definitely not be taken back now." La Carlini Jr. said without hesitation.

"Is Andrew such a stingy person?" Victor was speechless.

Little Lacarlini looked at them and asked in confusion, "Then why are you looking for me?"

"understand situation."

"why?"

Victor almost threw himself at him, "The lady who suffered misfortune is Andrew's ex-wife after all, can Andrew care about the progress of the case?"

"You said it was your ex-wife, so you don't care if that woman is alive or dead?" Professor Racalini said resoundingly.

"I'm starting to sympathize with Professor Harlan," Victor said.

"What do you mean?!" Professor Lacarlini stared.

Victor laughed but didn't answer.

"What does he mean?" Lacarlini turned to Lange.

The latter shrugged and turned to take a sip of brandy.

"Okay, okay, I don't want to know anymore." Lacarlini decided to give up, and his expression became serious, "I tried to find a friend to find out, this case is mainly in charge of the Estonian Ministry of Magic, and they don't seem to want Italy to get involved , my friend said they were too lazy to argue with Estonia, and the dead were not Italian wizards."

"Estonia sees it as murder," Lange said.

"That's right, Italian police detectives are prone to emotional entanglements that lead to being ransacked. Now they can say anything, and the wizards in Sorrento are now talking about how many Galleons were taken away from that lady. I heard that the more The rumors became more and more outrageous, and the life experience of that lady became more confusing in people's mouths."

"I heard that hotel rooms have also been turned into a mess?" Victor asked.

"The owner of the hotel is going crazy, and the gold-plated taps have been screwed out," said Racalini.

"Aside from the money and the furnishings of the room, was anything else stolen?"

"The inkwell and quill pen studded with fake diamonds, as well as the letter paper, sticky notes on the desk, and the parchment with words and no words were all swept away, leaving a complete set except for the bed... No, clothes Still there."

Lange asked, "The clothes she brought?"

"There are also morning coats and pajamas provided by the hotel, and the wardrobe has hardly been moved."

"The thief probably likes shiny things," Victor said.

"Are you implying that the perpetrator is a charizard?" La Carlini raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, excuse me." Lange pushed away the wine glass, stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

Victor and La Carlinella looked back at the same time.

"There are advantages and disadvantages in life." Racalini suddenly sighed.

"I don't understand what you mean," Victor said.

"Look at Andrew, Jeanne has a child, and he is about to become a father. A man immersed in happiness is enviable, but his ex-wife was killed in the end." La Carlini shook his head and sighed seriously.

"Come on!" Victor laughed. "The jealousy clearly said, don't be so yin and yang, even if his ex-wife fell into the sea and disappeared, it has nothing to do with Lange."

On the way back from the washroom, Lange was stopped by a young wizard. The wizard asked him what drink he had in a humble manner. After getting the answer, he perked up and handed him a hardcover book, asking him to leave a few words.

"We wanted to know how customers felt after drinking our white peach brandy," said Wizard.

Lange took the notebook and quill with a good temper. The young wizard turned the pages courteously, and he wrote down a few thoughts in the blank space.

The young wizard was grateful, thanked him again, and looked up to find Lange staring at him.

"What's the matter with you?" The little wizard was frightened.

Lange came back to his senses and smiled. The little wizard was relieved and quickly left.

Lange stroked his forehead. He just remembered something. When his ex-wife first came to ask for her part of the inheritance, Lange left for Gringotts Bank to sort out all the things left by his father. , including the pile that was originally designated for the ex-wife.

He picked out his father's letters, essays, pharmacist's work records, and other handwritings. He was afraid that his ex-wife would make excuses if he found something missing, so he specially asked the house elf to add an extra sum of Galleons to the real one. The ex-wife, who knew the amount well, did not make a sound after getting it.

"Hey, what are you thinking? I'm leaving!" Lacarini's voice came.

Lange took a look and walked back unconsciously.