HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 852 Dad's Idea

one,

In the history of the wizarding world, there were three well-known gathering places for wandering wizards, arranged in scale and popularity, one in Bolivia, South America; one in the Transcaucasus region in western Asia; and the last one in Ireland.For most wandering wizards in Europe, the island of Ireland is a familiar gathering place, and it was also a notorious den of dark wizards.

Later, with the ever-changing world of wizards, as well as historical issues and other factors, the fourth gathering place for wandering wizards was born on the land of Europa. After strongly protesting that trolls were included in the scope of protected animals, they resolutely parted ways with the International Federation of Wizards. Central European country Liechtenstein.

For a hundred years, Liechtenstein seemed to be a free-for-all zone. Everyone camped there. The international wizarding police force could not enter the country through normal channels. Lawless haven of refuge.

However, Liechtenstein is temporarily irrelevant to today's search, and the dossiers related to the country lie safely in place.

Heimdall sat in the dusty reference room, surrounded by piles of parchments that had been dusty for a long time.He found a map in the files related to wandering wizards. The sides were worn and the colors were different shades.He spread the map out in front of the fireplace, and felt for the writing on it by the light of the fire.

[Private detectives hired by me found Henry Derry's tombstone in the cemetery in the town of Caucasus. ] The confusing words that Victor revealed to him flashed through Heimdall's mind.

His finger skimmed the Alps and slid eastward to the vast area between the Black Sea, the Sea of ​​Azov, and the Caspian Sea of ​​the Eurasian continent, and then drew a circle in the air where the Caucasus town was located.It's a pity that Heimdall didn't find any clues that made him realize. He frowned, and glanced to the right, the Black Sea, then past, Moldova, no, past, Slovakia, past, Czech Republic, past, Germany, Belgium, Holland , across the sea, England...

Ireland!

His eyes stayed on the island of Ireland for a long time, and the memory of Derry's running dog intercepted in Hogworth School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft came vividly before his eyes. This guy seemed to have some inexplicable connection with the mysterious man.The dark wizard, the wandering wizard, the mysterious man, Henry Drey, just happened to make a mahjong table.

Heimdall felt that he had found the direction of the investigation. When the investigation of the Transcaucasus area was not completely abandoned, when he left the reference room, he happened to think that there was another bandit den in South America. After many days, I finally came from America...

It was just a joke at that time, so it shouldn't be such a coincidence.

He swung his wand back and locked the door.

two,

Rommel had just taken out his pipe in the lounge on the second floor of the International Federation of Wizards, when Heimdall pushed the door in. He glanced casually and bit his pipe to light it.Heimdall walked quickly and sat down beside him, and took out a flat box that looked like that, and when he opened it, there was a row of attractive cigars neatly arranged inside.

Rommel removed the pipe in his mouth in surprise, and looked at the boring child who was seventeen or eight years old but never smoked a cigarette with a new look.

"What do you mean?" Rommel would not think that Heimdall showed himself a cigar just to make himself greedy.

Heimdall closed the lid and covered it with his hand, which ended the "hungry" in Rommel's eyes that gradually became invisible.

"Thank you last time," Heimdall smiled like a flower. "There is something else I want to ask you for advice."

Rommel hummed, and looked back calmly.

"Andrew is running for Estonian Minister of Magic," Heimdall said.

Rommel was a little surprised, but not too surprised.

"Professor Katenen's friend, Mr. Shehu Shagari, was introduced and confirmed that he will appear on the Estonian stage as a sponsor of Andrew's campaign. I just learned that Mr. Shagari took advantage of the unstable situation in Estonia to enter Estonia. Nationality." Heimdall said again.

Rommel bit his pipe again.

Heimdall continued, talking about another matter that has nothing to do with the above: "The European Education Evaluation Conference has finally come to an end. From next month, Durmstrang will receive an official listing grade evaluation. The graduation certificate of the seventh grade is more valuable than the previous brothers and sisters."

"That's not what you want to tell me, right?" Rommel couldn't help but asked.

It doesn't match up with the cigar display at the beginning, Long's father is always eager, what a bad boy, he goes around such a big circle to tantalize his appetite.

"I'm trying to share my life with you." Judge Struluson's eyes sparkled with sincerity.

"Except for the last one, the first two seem to be Professor Lange's life."

Heimdall said he was hurt, "So you don't want to chat with me..."

Rommel chuckled, "Okay, let's talk straight."

The Heimdall box was stuffed in the father's hand, "I heard some anecdotes from Mr. Shagari, the past of a certain character."

Rommel thought he was making a big fuss again, but after listening to Heimdall's narration, his expression was a little dazed.Heimdall took the opportunity to carefully appreciate his father's hard-earned gaffe, and wiped off the interest on his face before Rommel recovered.

Rommel asked with a normal expression, "Do you need my help?"

"That's why I came to ask for advice." Heimdall sincerely praised his father's powerful insight.

"More than that."

Heimdall hastily expressed willingness to hear more about it.

"You're looking far away."

Heimdall thought for a while and came to understand, "...Although I am a judge under IW, many things are not subject to my will, especially issues related to relatives." ", after all, Judge Strulusson is a young man with ideals.

"Can't you think of a way to let others pick you up when they transfer?" Rommel said jokingly.

Heimdall was stunned for a while, but suddenly he understood.

"Dad, thank you!" Heimdall hugged his father vigorously, the hesitation and distress between his eyebrows and eyes were swept away, and he strode away happily.

Rommel, who sat in his original position, lazily watched his son's back, then smiled, looked down at the flat box in his hand, and opened it in a good mood...

Heimdall, who had jumped tens of meters away, seemed to hear a creepy sneer from a distance. He shrank his neck reflexively, and muttered, "Cigar-shaped smoking cessation mints, you deserve to have .”

three,

Three days later, Heimdall made a trip to Brussels on his way to the International Wizengamot. Inquisitor Sturluson often went to the external service window of the Wizard Traffic Management Center to get the latest wizard communication map. Today he chose the one in Brussels. Public Communications Service site, where a new fireplace room opened last week.

Based on considerations of caution and other factors, Heimdall is rarely used more than three times at the same communication site.

According to the map instructions, he found the location of the site and paid the corresponding usage fee.

Due to the increasing popularity of wizard phones, wizards have gradually let go of their prejudice against this "invasion".The latest survey shows that more than [-]% of wizards in Europe are already proficient in operating the phone and appreciate the convenience it brings.So Heimdall returned to the team of "backward" fireplace communication without any suspense.

The increase in the usage rate of wizard phones has led to a sharp increase in demand, and the usage fee of public wizard phones has also risen accordingly—an outrageous 9 percentage points year-on-year increase. Instead, the usage rate of wizard fireplaces has declined. Repeated lows have fallen below last year's average.

Inquisitor Sturluson is calculating carefully!

On the other side of the fireplace was the old Rapier Grindelwald who had contacted him before for today's fireplace meeting. Heimdall briefly stated his plan, and asked Grindelwald to find a way to do what he said.

"Since you said Brown was in your hands, I won't take credit for it," Heimdall said. "The problem is that Brown's presence has made me sleepless. It has caused an emotional and spiritual double burden on me and my family. You have to take responsibility."

Grindelwald has seen Heimdall's shamelessness for a long time, but he will be outspoken whenever he determines the goal, tell you the facts and reason, even if there are no conditions, he will rack his brains to create conditions.

"What do you want me to do?" Grindelwald said.

"I don't expect you to give me advice and help me in the Derry matter. First of all, please ensure that you and your subordinates continue to behave in a safe and orderly manner as usual. When necessary, killing the people is also one of the best ways to atone for sin. I am optimistic about you. .”

"Thank you. Is there any more?" Grindelwald couldn't laugh or cry.

"Please be sure to stop Brown from coming out to disrupt the situation." This is the whole point of the article.

"You can already see through Brown's actions?"

"This guy has always been uneasy about where he is going. I have doubts about my ability to speculate, and I am very confident in Brown's ability to make trouble out of nothing and make trouble."

Grindelwald smiled flatly.

"Please answer, please." Heimdall didn't know if he was fooling himself.

"Don't you think Brown hasn't been dangling in front of your eyes recently?" Grindelwald said mysteriously.

Heimdall narrowed his eyes, as if that was the case...

"Have you snapped him?"

"Didn't you warn me not to disregard human lives?" Grindelwald teased him deliberately.

"Can killing harm for the people be confused with disregarding human life?" Judge Sturlusson felt a little resentful.

Grindelwald laughed.

"Honestly," Heimdall was worried after all. "What's up with him?"

"He's fine. I've found some things for him to do, so that he won't have time to find fault with you recently." Grindelwald looked confident.

Such an old vegetable skin is always annoying!

Heimdall was a little disappointed with the fact that Brown was still alive and well, although he kept warning himself that if Brown was clicked like that, it would not comply with due legal procedures, but unfortunately the effect was not obvious.

After Heimdall entered IW, he plunged headlong into the dusty and cobweb-flying reference room to rummage through the chests and cabinets as before. The boss, Justice Leeds, was busy doing Tai Chi with the chairman of the Estonian branch. For this job, he also turns a blind eye to his practice of always nesting in a corner, but regardless of it doesn't mean he doesn't know.

It had been two hours since he crawled out of the reference room in disgrace, he patted off the marks on his front skirt, and turned around to enter Liz's office.

Lord Justice Leeds had just successfully resolved yet another gentle temptation from the Ilves Chapter Chairman, and was in a happy mood.After repeated comparisons, Heimdall felt that this moment was once in a lifetime, so he handed over to his boss a plan for the follow-up investigation of the campaign against wandering wizards in Europe.

It has been 92 since the international police force took the lead and participated in the suppression of wandering wizard gathering places. The deterrent effect of that campaign was unprecedented, and the participants still have vivid memories of that campaign. Juxin—especially the large number of wandering wizards in the wizarding prisons of various countries.

Liz remained silent, looking up at Heimdall.

Heimdall felt a little nervous, and said bravely, "I checked the recent work form, and the follow-up investigation has not been carried out normally."

Not a recent worksheet?

How could Liz, who is a justice, not be aware of IW's comprehensive action plan? Heimdall was able to get out the follow-up investigation plan for the suppression activities, which shows that he has turned over the worksheets for at least the past five years.But Leeds must admit that the repeated delay in the follow-up investigation is a serious omission, and there are two main reasons why it is unsustainable: on the one hand, it has not attracted enough attention-this is also the current situation of the Ministry of Magic of various countries; on the other hand, the international police force is understaffed It is also one of the main reasons. It is simply impossible to unite those countries that do not see rabbits and do not spread eagles for a goal that may not be able to ultimately benefit. Liz has a deep understanding of this.

"What are you going to do?" Liz asked.

"Start with ex-wandering wizards who are serving time," Heimdall said.

"Re-record?"

"I think it's necessary." Heimdall looked at it for a few days so he knew how messed up those records were. The records submitted by each country were of varying degrees of detail. To fool IW, IW has not noticed for so many years.

It can be seen that the follow-up work is not in place.

Hunting down wandering wizards is a high-consumption project that requires long-term investment. It is true that one pot can relieve hatred, but it is just throwing a few stones by the water's edge.

Liz rolled up the parchment deftly.

Heimdall, who was talking endlessly, shut his mouth in fright, and his heart jumped into his throat.

"You try your luck with the International Police Force," Liz said.

Heimdall was stunned.

"I agree with the follow-up investigation of the wandering wizards. It doesn't work. You have to seek the opinions of the police force. It will be much easier if they agree to cooperate."

Heimdall realized that Justice Leeds was giving him advice?

Liz ignored him and waved his hand to keep him out of the way.

The eloquent rhetoric that Heimdall had prepared was useless.

four,

When Carlo Jones, the vice-chairman of the student union, walked into the dormitory tower, he was surprised to find that Heimdall, who had never been seen these days, was sitting in an armchair talking to his classmates, holding a bun like a hairball in his hand.

Carlo paused and moved towards that side.

The classmate who was talking to Heimdall had just finished a round of chatting. Seeing Carlo coming, he gave up his seat, greeted happily, rolled up his notes and went upstairs.

"Why do you have time to run to the dormitory tower today?" Carlo asked.

Since the family of three moved to the castle, Heimdall rarely stayed in the dormitory tower except for the necessary work of the student union.

"It's okay to go around." Heimdall said. "I just went to the dormitory tower of the sixth grade."

What does mindless mean?Carlo was puzzled.

"What has Kane been doing lately?" Heimdall asked seemingly casually.

"Him?" Carlo thought for a moment. "Kane seems to have gradually become a popular person in the eyes of the professors. Professor Golden intends to start some new topics in the field of black magic. Kane has been courting Professor Golden recently. Sophie, um, I mean Professor Matviyenko, she seems to be interested in Professor Golden's research." (PS: Golden is a professor of black magic; Matviyenko is a professor of charms.)

Professor Matviyenko always forces senior boys to call her by her nickname. Everyone is forced to get used to it, and occasionally forgets to change it.

Professor Nero Golden?Heimdall quickly thought of the old Caipi's tricks on Brown and the unignorable complacency seeping from the other side of the fireplace during the correspondence, finding something for Brown to do, could it be that this is what he was talking about?Can Professor Golden hold Brown?Golden's cautious look flashed in front of his eyes... Heimdall put aside his worries, he still had some confidence in Lao Caipi's methods.

"Why did you suddenly ask Kane?" Carlo said.

"It's okay, just ask." Heimdall raised the bun, Carlo's eyes lit up, and he focused on the bun.

Under Heimdall's comfort, Bun reluctantly jumped into Carlo's embrace.

Carlo, who was holding the bun, was in a very happy mood. After playing with the bun for a while, he suddenly thought of something, "I have an astronomy class tonight!"

Ryan and Leon no longer need to continue to attend classes, and the only close comrade-in-arms of Heimdall is the fat brother Carlo.

"Should be tomorrow night?" Heimdall asked uncertainly.

"Professor Mansour has adjusted the class."

The result of the course adjustment is that the seventh grade and the third grade take astronomy class together.

The Astrology Tower classroom, which could easily accommodate one grade, had to squeeze another grade. Fortunately, the seats in the Astronomy Tower are long benches, so there is no problem with crowding each other.

The children in the third grade rushed to grab a seat early in the morning like chicken blood, and when the seventh grade arrived, the favorable terrain was firmly seized by the juniors.The seventh graders were silent at the door, using a thousandth of a second to struggle between bullying and pity, and finally everyone chose the latter under the baptism of the innocent eyes of the third graders.

Seeing Heimdall looking this way, Zug waved quickly. His classmate Robert Maroney was more straightforward than him, and without a word, he pulled Heimdall to his side, and Mr. Chairman's body just squeezed down.Carlo looked at the little bastard who favored one another with resentment.

The tonnage of the vice-chairman was so impressive that at least three people could be squeezed out to sit firmly. The third graders shook their heads in unison.

Carlo's eyes turned to Maroni, and Maroni glared, "I won't change seats with you!"

Heimdall wanted to advance and retreat with Carlo, but Maroni pushed him back with one arm. At this time, Professor Mansur walked into the classroom with brisk steps, and Carlo had to find another place.

"Tomorrow night, the seventh graders will self-study on their own. Don't think that you can be unscrupulous if I am not at school." Professor Mansour, who seemed overly excited, did not forget his job.

The third graders responded meekly like obedient little white rabbits, and the seventh graders were more courageous, shouting loudly, "Professor, where are you going tomorrow? You have left us all behind!"

"What do children know about adults!" Professor Mansour touched his chin happily while speaking. "I'm going on a date and I don't have time to waste time on you guys."

Professor, is it really okay for you to be so frank?All the students were silent for a moment.

Mansour opened the textbook, "You two grades study the same series. The difference is that the third grade studies the elementary level, and the seventh grade reviews the advanced level. Combining the lessons with you is conducive to reviewing the old and learning the new." The professor said for himself The farsightedness waved the flag and shouted.

After talking for a long time, I am too lazy to teach twice.

The third and seventh grades followed suit and looked numbly at the table of contents.

Because it is a continuous class, there is a break in between classes.

During the break, Maroni, who was unmotivated in astronomy class, passed the time in a daze while looking at the celestial model hanging above his head. In a blink of an eye, he saw Carlo walking towards this side, and he immediately raised his voice vigilantly, "I don't agree with You change seats!"

Carlo glanced at him with a half-smile, brushed past him coldly, and went straight to the bathroom.

Maroni breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled, "You just need to understand."

Heimdall, who wanted to talk to him at the side, resolutely buried his head in the book, pretending to have nothing else to do.

It was already [-]:[-] in the evening when the merged astronomy class was over. The students walked out of the astrology tower one after another, and walked back to their dormitory towers following the light and shadow of the street lamps.

After finally getting rid of the difficult Maroney, Heimdall turned his head and saw Carlo winking at him. He looked in the direction Carlo was pointing at. On the side road leading to the sixth grade dormitory tower, Professor Golden, Ma Professor Tvyenko and Kane walked side by side, looking from behind, they looked like a harmonious family of three.

Fives,

In the early morning of the next day, the master looked at him with his toothbrush in his mouth, and the judge Sturluson made a few cheering poses in front of the full-length mirror. Not alone.Inquisitor Strulusson gave a spirited wink to his comrade-in-arms beside him. The comrade-in-arms had had enough of his smug beauty and lay back impatiently.

Mionnier dragged the gingerbread man pillow and watched foolishly, behind them were the toffees who were also preparing to go out.

Heimdall and his comrades arrived at the International Confederation of Wizards building at 07:30 a.m., and the International Police Force opened for business at [-]:[-] a.m.—the time of each department is different, depending on the importance of the post.

Victor, who was temporarily called by the referee council for a meeting, walked out of the elevator one step ahead of Heimdall, and before going out, the master touched his lover's little face smoothly.

"Pay attention to the balance between work and rest, don't be too pushy, try to come back as early as possible. Eat more vegetables at noon." After giving instructions, he left the elevator.

After the elevator door closed, Heimdall felt that the sight around him heated up a bit. What the master said was obviously a commonplace thing that was repeated almost every day, but when it was heard by outsiders, it changed qualitatively.They are not cheating!Inspector Sturluson proudly raised his chest and lowered his stomach. As soon as the elevator door opened, he led his comrades straight to the International Police Force.