novel-bin Chapter 847 Not afraid of being stolen by thieves, but afraid of being missed by thieves
Chapter 847 Not afraid of being stolen by thieves, but afraid of being missed by thieves
one,
[1946 4, 11]
Shaving and cutting my chin this morning, I kept my head down as I entered the pharmacist's building, hoping dear Kate didn't notice.The problem of rain leakage is still unresolved. The desk of colleague Hendrick is like a sponge soaked with water, and the water dripping out along the corner of the desk spreads all over the whole office.
The branch of the Estonian Pharmacists Association lacks professional and responsible maintenance personnel, but everyone has learned not to complain. Compared with the displaced wizards who line up here every day to receive medicines and are displaced, they can work in the building unscathed and earn money. Money, even if I have time to think about things like I do, and I have a home to go back to after work, I think I really have nothing to complain about.
A strange patient came here today. It seems to be the first time. He was embarrassed. He couldn’t get the medicine list. He stared at the wall behind my head in a daze for at least 10 minutes. While dispensing the medicine, I can offer him a cup of tea instead of asking him to leave.
His expression is different from the wizards I have been in contact with all day long, except for being in a trance, tired, and deeply confused.
I'm used to seeing lingering hatred on the faces of wizards, and his confusion makes me confused... I don't know how to describe this feeling, maybe because I'm young.
[1946 4, 16]
I ran into Kate unexpectedly on my way to work today, and I couldn't be happier, I heard the beautiful singing echoing in my head-I'm not sure if it's a hallucination, but I tried to look as nonchalant as possible.Okay, I admit this is stupid. My mother said that men should be more reserved. Too much enthusiasm will inevitably make people feel frivolous and insecure. I didn’t know how to refute my mother’s point of view since I was a child. After a long time, I naturally accepted it—presumably Mom also understands this.But Hendrick said that I would regret it sooner or later, and that Pait from the Healing Potions Supervision and Management Department on the second floor is pursuing Kate.
That person came again, he still didn't speak, and I still didn't talk to him, I wondered how many days he planned to be silent against the wall behind my head.
[1946 4, 26]
Kate and Payette are dating! ! !
Hendrick had seen them enter a nice restaurant, said to be good but expensive, the kind of restaurant rich Estonians go to, one of the few post-war high-end places to go.
I was so devastated by the news that I couldn't afford to ask Kate to that kind of restaurant.
During lunch, I kept imagining in my mind the scene of adding some potion to Pait's cereal drink and watching him drink it without knowing it...
About my mood affected my work, and the person who didn't speak spoke today.
He asked me: what's wrong?
It's unbelievable.
[1946 5, 3]
Kate didn't agree to a relationship with Paitt! ! !
My Kate is not as vain as those jealous women say behind their backs, my dear Kate, she is a good girl.
Hendrick repeatedly urged me to take the initiative to talk to Kate. If I didn't strike, she would never know what I was thinking. He said to hell with modesty!
Before the lunch break was over, I worked up the courage to invite Kate to go for a walk in the countryside for the weekend and she said yes, I couldn't believe my ears, she said yes! ! !
Thanks to Hendrick for pulling me away before I lost my cool.
It was a beautiful day, and my work has progressed in other ways these days, and the silent wizard and I have a few words now and then.While most of the time I'm talking, I don't even know if he's listening, he's been looking at that wall and I suspect he's trying to remember something from it...
【A part is empty】
[1946 6, 10]
Me and Kate are going well, she knits me a vest, handy girl, and I've never wished for fall so much sooner than today.
The body of Hendrick's father has been found and he will go to a neighboring country to claim it today. I feel sorry for him, but also relieved - the spirit of the deceased will rest in peace.The Hendricks never gave up on their father's whereabouts, and now they have a clue, albeit with a sad result.Hendrick may have been fully prepared, and he looked calm when he asked for leave yesterday.
I finally knew the name of the silent wizard. He said his surname was "Derry". I asked his name with an encouraging smile. He frowned at me for a long time, and then looked at the wall again.
My guess is good, looking at the wall can help him recall something.
It's a pity that I can't prepare potions for him. He can't produce any documents to prove that he is a wizard in Estonia. After the war, supplies are extremely scarce. The whereabouts of every drop of potion in the Pharmacists' Association must be documented.
【A part is empty】
[1946 6, 29]
Kate and I attended the wedding of a colleague. The groom was Payt, who had been courting Kate. The news of his marriage was so sudden that the entire pharmacists association was surprised.The wedding was a big one, and Pait's parents spent a lot of money and painstaking efforts on their son's wedding banquet.I asked Kate if she regretted that she, too, would have lived a decent life if things had gone on with Paitt.
Kate twisted my ear, she was mad, she yelled at me, my ears hurt, but I felt better than ever.
In order to apologize to Kate, I asked my friend to help me get tickets to the popular show. Kate likes to watch operettas. Will she forgive me for my outspokenness?
I developed some rapport with Dre, and he's now my assistant, although he can't change a Nat from the Pharmacists Association no matter how hard he works, I don't think Dre cares about that, he wants to find something to do.
Occasionally, a few words of unclear meaning would come out of his mouth, a few confusing names, and one surname sounded familiar—Krum.
I know Krum in Bulgaria, not because the name is different.The Krum family in Bulgaria is in the medicinal materials business. Their business has been very large before the war, and they are well-known among pharmacists.But I can't guarantee that the "Krum" in Dre's mouth is the Krum I know.
Then again, maybe the few vague names in Derry's mouth have no special meaning at all, and they are just talking casually.People sometimes unavoidable gibberish, no big deal.
[1946 7, 15]
Kate took three days off to visit relatives. Today is the first day she has left. An hour ago I saw her off in the carriage. An hour later, it feels like years have passed.
Derry was a little strange, as if he had returned to the state when he came back, staring at a wall for a long time without moving.I hinted that he could talk, but he didn't say a word, but his expression was not as calm as when he first came, and he seemed anxious.
I'm going to look through the information and prepare a calming potion with significant curative effect for him, but his condition is very bad.I suspect that he has a serious, um, disease, and I have nothing to do to pass the time. I have read various cases listed in Muggle medical books, and one of them is similar to his situation. They call this disease mental breakdown... The name sounds very strange Not good.
I quickly dismissed the idea of hinting at him. I don't know anything about him, so I can't take it for granted.I can use my quota to make potions for him, which is the only thing I can do for him at the moment, hope it helps.
When I got off work, Derry suddenly said to me to take care, but I didn't have time to respond to him, and he left without looking back.
In the end what happened?I should be tougher, I must ask tomorrow!
He didn't take the medicine.
[1946 7, 16]
Kate has been away for two days.
Derry didn't show up.
[1946 7, 17]
Kate has been away for three days.
Derry still didn't show up.
[1946 7, 18]
The good news is that Kate is back.
The bad news is that there is still no news from Dre.
I can't even decide if I should go to him... where?who?
I have no clue.
[The following is the last article]
[1977 7, 15]
It sucks, everything sucks.
My life is in shambles, my son, my Andrew...
They've been so unfair to him that hardly anyone speaks up for him, those brazen, gloating bastards.He is jealous!I can be sure! !I thought that Andrew's teacher, a highly respected justice, would take the necessary measures to save the situation... Now my only request to him is that he don't make trouble again.So far, I still have a glimmer of hope for the case. Maybe we can change the way, instead of asking for a heavy sentence, ask the judge for a lighter sentence?Andrew can save a few years of suffering in it.
My son is innocent, no matter where I am, I can straighten my back, and calmly look back at other people's questioning eyes!
Enna's condition is worrying, hope she can survive, hope we can all survive, hope this nightmare ends soon. (PS: Ene is the nickname of the former Mrs. Lange~)
Kate's spirits became very poor, my health declined and I decided to leave the Society of Pharmacists, feeling overwhelmed.
There was a Quidditch article in this morning's paper, and it seemed Estonia vs. Czech Republic...or maybe Estonia vs. Serbia, I don't remember exactly.
I was impressed with the name of the referee for this game, Henry Drey.
It's a pity that I searched the newspapers and couldn't find a photo of referee Derry.
two,
Victor still didn’t want the outside world to affect Heimdall’s final sprint in Durmstrang, so he took Lange’s father’s notes nonchalantly. Old Mr. Lange’s handwriting was numerous and complicated, and Heimdall didn’t have time After reading it, let alone figure out the ugly Yinmao based on these deliberations.
The master even deliberately avoided discussing relevant content with him, but whenever the topic involved minor details, the master would forcefully quit and reconnect.Although Heimdall felt that he was making a fuss over a molehill, he did not disappoint her husband's kindness. He calmly pretended to have amnesia, buried himself in reading and reviewing his homework, and didn't say a word about that topic.
The campus life is still the same, and the research rooms have officially entered the stage of dire straits. Except for the head of the department who is about to graduate, the members of the first to sixth grades have a miserable life in the daily interest group activities.Everyone racked their brains to add to the picture, and some students tried their best to cover up the lack of harvest this school year.At the end of each school year, there will be a little-known small research room begging grandpa to sue grandma just to keep the total number of staff at the average level, otherwise what awaits them in the next school year will be a notice of revocation.
No one wants to see the research room destroyed in their own hands. Disturbance is the main theme of Durmstrang's end of the school year, and each school year has different worries and is not the same.
Robert Maroney's application report was rejected three times. Everyone thought that he would give up soon. Unexpectedly, the little guy competed with Carlo just like the school team's hard application meeting.At the beginning, he aggressively sought out his "friend Rigg" to help him. It wasn't until he realized that the president of the student union didn't care about this mess at all, that he learned to recognize the reality, and asked Carlo's shortcomings in the application with a low eyebrow.
Carlo always pointed out a few points in a good-tempered manner for him to go back and revise, but there were always new picks waiting for him after the revision was completed. After a lot of tossing, the application was still not approved. The previous bullshit has made great progress, and there are three who feel the most deeply. One is Jones, the editor-in-chief of the school newspaper who has played with gossip for 7 years; the other is Laura Manco, a professor of history of magic; ——Maroney often communicates with his mother, most of which are blaming others.
"I think that when the new chairman takes office next school year, the vice-chairman at that time won't be able to pull Maroney's dreadlocks in terms of grammar." Heimdall joked.
Carlo imagined it and laughed.
The fifth-grade junior in the student union who was in charge of outreach looked resentfully at the dumbfounding Enrique. Enrique seemed to intend to let this junior take over Carlo's position.
Wealth and wealth also share adversity, so take care, fellow apprentices!
"That's right!" Carlo patted his head and took out a letter. "Received an hour ago."
Heimdall took it puzzled, "It's for me? How do I send it to you?"
"It was sent by Jeanne Orville, and I will pass it on for her. Your Olar only runs on a dedicated route now?" All the students around him know that Heimdall only reads sage books now.
"I will change my name to Mrs. Lange in June this year." Heimdall said with a smile, opened the letter, and his face changed after reading a few lines.
"What's wrong?" Carlo asked cautiously.
"I'm going out for a while," Heimdall looked at the letter in his hand, and said again, "The student union will trouble you in advance. I'll go to the principal and go to school. Don't tell anyone that I'm out, especially Victor. .It's nothing, I don't want him to worry, he wants me to...you understand."
"I understand, but I don't think I can run into Krum." Carlo hinted that he should stop worrying.
Heimdall raised his lips, patted him on the shoulder gratefully, turned around and walked away quickly.
Enrique walked in with a stack of parchment, just passing Heimdall.
"Huh? Brother Sturlusson..." Before Enrique could finish speaking, Heimdall had already walked away.
"Enrique, come," Carlo beckoned to him. "Leave it to me if there is anything you need to do."
"It's about the girls' dormitory." Enrique put the parchment in front of Carlo. "Where is Brother Sturlusson going?"
"You're not too young, why are there so many things?" Caro casually complained. "Is going to the bathroom worth your fuss?"
Enrique touched his head in embarrassment, urgent to urinate?No wonder it runs so fast...
three,
The meeting address written by Jeanna in the letter was in the "old place". Heimdall, who had rushed to the ancient town of Kapok, looked at the brand-new signboard that was no longer unfamiliar and shook his head, unable to explain how he felt.
He saw the slightly haggard Jeanne in the private room where Grindelwald was waiting. The pale face of the other party surprised Heimdall, and hurriedly walked three steps in two steps to sit down.
"How did you become like this?!" Heimdall said in surprise.
"What's wrong with me?" Jeanna gave him a weak look.
"You look much older. It's only been a few days?"
It took Jeanne a lot to suppress the screaming.
"This is a normal reaction of mine during pregnancy. Which pregnant woman do you think is radiant?!" Jeanna's staring expression finally regained some of her usual demeanor.
"I haven't seen many pregnant women, so I dare not fully agree with your statement."
Jeanna took a deep breath, "Did you see my letter?"
Heimdall nodded, otherwise why would he be sitting here?
"Andrew was taken away last night." Jeanna took out a handkerchief and covered her mouth, her face became more and more ugly. She didn't know whether it was because of the pregnancy that made her uncomfortable, or because she was worried about Professor Lange.
Jeanne wrote that Andrew was in trouble in her letter, and she didn't write anything else. It is estimated that she was too flustered when she wrote the letter and ran out impulsively.Heimdall was afraid that something would happen to the pregnant woman. If something happened to her at this time, Andrew would be very sad.
"Don't worry, have some drinks first, let's talk slowly." Heimdall asked for a glass of milk.
Jeanna took a sip of the milk, calmed down her excitement, and said angrily, "If I hadn't overheard my father and mother talking this morning, I wouldn't have known about Andrew... They all kept it from me, and my mother was a little strange before." None of it showed up."
"Could your family hurt you? Your parents are worried that telling you will make you think too much. Look at you now, don't you think too much?" Heimdall said. "Does your family know that you ran out like this?"
Jeanne shook her head.
Heimdall also shook her head, and Jeanna lowered her head, now she was thinking about it.
"Did you hear what your parents said?" Heimdall asked.
"Andrew was taken away last night, and there was still no follow-up when I went out. What's the matter with Andrew that the woman died in a foreign country? Why does the Estonian Ministry of Magic always have trouble with him? At that time, he was framed for no reason. After spending 20 years in a prison cell, and finally being wronged, how come..." He began to wipe his tears.
Heimdall was sure that Jeanne Orville was never a girl who could cry easily before, and she even looked down on the graceful school who shed tears from the bottom of her heart.
"Are you sure the Estonian Ministry of Magic sent someone to take him away?" Heimdall asked.
"I heard Dad say that."
"What else did you hear? Like what evidence did they find?"
Jeanne was stunned, Heimdall thought she couldn't think of anything else at the moment, and was about to take up the topic, Jeanne suddenly said: "I have a newspaper here." She took out a French newspaper from the small bag in her hand, a huge French newspaper. The title flickers like a neon sign.
Jeanna quickly flipped through it, "Here!" She pointed to a page and explained it to Heimdall.
One of the international pages published the case of Andrew's ex-wife. It was completely different from what he had heard from Victor before. Lange, the report claimed that Andrew had good reasons to hire murderers to murder his ex-wife. This French newspaper described the grievances and grievances between Professor Lange and his ex-wife in detail - full of dramatic conflicts and unclear After seeing it, the wizard will definitely feel that it is unreasonable for the woman not to die at the hands of her ex-husband.
The reputation of the former Mrs. Lange is rotten, and Professor Lange's motive for killing is sympathetic.
"What do they mean?! What do they mean? The French who are catching wind and shadows!!! That woman who is always in love with Qin Muchu obviously has more than one ex-husband, why does she always talk about Andrew?!" Jeanna slammed the newspaper hard.
Heimdall held her hand, "Calm down, French Miss Orville."
Jeanne said darkly: "Please call me Madame Lange."
"What else? Nothing but the story they made up that was comparable to a stage play?" Heimdall said.
"There is also an assailant who is said to have been arrested."
"The perpetrator accused Andrew of being the original owner who hired him to kill?"
"...It's not written on it." Jeanna turned to the next page. "and this!"
In the corner of the screen appeared the face of an old witch, unkempt and disheveled. She stared and roared at the camera, very emotional, and the subtitles scrolled under her avatar in turn.
"Who is this?" Heimdall asked.
Jeanne said sadly: "Andrew's mother."
"Andrew's mother?" Heimdall was speechless.
"Andrew's mother has not been in a good spirit, and she is already a little confused. I didn't expect them to disturb the old man's life in order to grab the news..." Jeanna cried again as she spoke, tears streaming down her face.
"What is Andrew's mother talking about?" Heimdall stared at the subtitles inexplicably.
"She's scolding Andrew's ex-wife, scolding her for being shameless, she deserves to die... and she's scolding God for finally opening her eyes, the ancestors of the Lange family have manifested... and fortunately, she can't go any further. If she wasn't dead, Sooner or later, Andrew will let her go around..."
"Probably this one." Heimdall sighed.
"What?" Jeanna was puzzled.
"Sooner or later, Andrew will make her too hungry to go around - this one alone is enough to pick the bones of the Estonian Ministry of Magic."
Jeanna was dumbfounded, "You mean..."
"I'm just guessing," Heimdall said. "You go back now."
"I'm not going back!"
"Apart from complaining to everyone you know, what else can you do? Who dares to ask you to do anything? Going back and honestly raising a baby is the greatest comfort to Andrew."
Jeanna was softened by the stare, and reluctantly said: "Got it."
"Think of a way to convince your parents to take Andrew's mother to another proper place to take care of, try to hide her whereabouts, and not give people with ulterior motives any chance. It is also to reassure Andrew who may be wronged. "
"Okay." Jeanna instantly understood the importance.
"That's it for now, I'll take you back." Heimdall said without doubt.
four,
After confirming with his own eyes that Jeanne was picked up by her family, Heimdall walked around the streets of Paris, followed his memory to find a wizard telephone room with a business license, paid a fee, and entered a relatively expensive one. Independent single room with anti-eavesdropping function.
The French wizard operator quickly switched him to Finland, and the Finnish operator quickly connected him to a dozing wizard telephone.
The other end rang three times and was picked up.
"Hey, Dad, it's me. Well, hello, don't worry, I'm fine. Have you eaten yet? Haha, well, let me rephrase the question, did you have a good tea time? Souffle balls? Mixed ice cream souffle? I love it, yes, Mionnell loves it too, and Victor likes it too... Don't worry, I won't tell Victor that you prepared it for him... Are you threatening me ?”
The father and son chatted for a while before turning back to the topic.
"It's about Andrew, have you heard?"
[It was reported in the Italian newspapers. 】
Heimdall was not surprised that Dad would read Italian newspapers.
"Jeanna told me that Andrew was taken away by the Estonian Ministry of Magic last night. Is it because of Andrew's mother's nonsense?"
[How many ex-husbands did the deceased have? 】
"two."
[The divorce lawsuit between her and her second ex-husband did not go well, and it seemed that she didn't get a single Nat. 】"I know, otherwise she wouldn't be holding on to the meager inheritance left to her by Andrew's father and unwilling to let go."
Rommel was silent for a moment.
【Have you splashed a stinger with milk? 】
"Splash, in the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class, the professor asked to provoke Stinger."
[A group of thorns are crowded together, only the one that was really splashed with milk has the most straight thorns all over its body. 】"To put it another way, the vicious dog that was actually hit by a stone barks the loudest?"
[You can also say that. 】
"You're implying that her second ex-husband..."
【Aren't we speculating that the second ex-husband may not have done anything, but he can achieve the goal he wants to achieve but dare not achieve by himself through fueling the flames, and the result is likely to kill two birds with one stone that makes him extremely happy.Why not do it? 】Lion's ex-wife?Lange, a top student who is better than him in every way?
Once and for all?
Fives,
In a corner of Estonia, a wooden house on a piece of scorched soil.
The ex-judge of Wizengamot, Estonia, who was forced to resign, threw the newspaper in his hand on the ground. His face was either happy or sad, and the weather was uncertain. He circled back and forth in the small living room like a caged animal.For the first time, he felt that the house was so small, and he longed to break out of the window.
He desperately wanted to confront the man, one of his students.
Justice Ansip sneered: He took everything from Andrew, so he still refused to let Andrew go?
The author has something to say: Some people may be a little confused after reading this chapter, so here is a bit of a friend who is a little knotted.
Lange's namesake is Andrew Ansip, a former justice of the Wizengamot, Estonia.
Ansip originally worked for the Estonian Association of Pharmacists and worked in the same place as Lange's father, but they were not acquaintances, and it was not mentioned in the previous article that they had any intersection.
Ansip received two apprentices.
The big apprentice-Walley Ilves (this guy is the second husband of Lange's ex-wife, the former Minister of Magic's little apprentice-Andrew Lange (became a super-unscientific age 20 years ago) The Minister of Magic, God is jealous of talents, the minister's chair was not warmed up and he was imprisoned. There is one more thing to add, I almost forgot, Wally Ilves was the winner of the last Barnabas Finkley Peace Prize, this The plot is in chapter 509.