HP's Foreign Land

On August [-]th, Heimdall finally met the famous Andrew Ansip. Before that, he had only seen him in newspapers and in archives.

Ansip began to live in seclusion three years ago. In the past, he would appear before the public from time to time, speaking on behalf of his master student—the Estonian Minister of Magic—to support the New Deal, to refute opponents’ voices, to strengthen the hearts of his students, and so on. After being sued by the defendant, he was also unable to attend public welfare activities, and almost disappeared from the eyes of the public.

Although Heimdall works part-time in IW, he is a small clerk after all, even an ordinary citizen, and he can't see what the public can't see.Ansip's appearance can be seen in the old materials, but they are all tender photos from decades ago.Ansip's appearance is not handsome enough, but he is also energetic and heroic, but he looks a bit fierce, and I believe he will be quite intimidating when trying a case.

When this legendary figure appeared in front of Heimdall, Heimdall found it difficult for him to accept that this dying old man was the iron-blooded Anxi who insisted on the principle of "preferring to kill a hundred by mistake and not to let one go". general.

Every time before Ansip goes to court, he has to accept a comprehensive examination by the medical staff appointed by IW. Only when he is sure that his physical condition will not go wrong, IW will officially announce him to court. Even if there is a little bit of unsatisfactory, IW will not Take the risk.

Today, Heimdall accompanied his boss, Judge Hollingworth, to "monitor" the entire inspection process. Of course, his external remarks were to show that IW attached great importance to his health.

In addition to Hollingworth and Heimdall, Musayev also came. What is a little surprising is that since when Miss Firing became Judge Musayev's assistant, I still don't know since when , Heimdall returned to the post of Hollingworth's assistant.

Clerk Stuluson didn't feel much about this change of position. Miss Ferring had a very good time during this period, because she finally got rid of Hollingworth's file cage and had a chance to appear in court.Although the time of each court appearance is very short, and the cases tried are insignificant events-in the eyes of Miss Ferring, any case that does not cause an uproar at least in Europe is not worth mentioning-but she has a chance to show Instead of sitting at a desk all day correcting grammar and typos.

Ms. Ferring was very happy to give Heimdall the opportunity to access the confidential files. What she didn't know was that the files Heimdall was reading while sitting in her seat were indeed encrypted, and they were truly confidential, which she had never had the opportunity to access. file.

Hollingworth was very happy that Miss Ferring had climbed another branch that seemed to be full of flowers. Now he could show some important things to Heimdall for review. Before that, he was the only one who approved these things. So Judge Hollingworth was glad he finally had a real assistant.

Judge Musayev was also very happy. Since Miss Filming came, he spontaneously took over the limited paperwork, so that he could free up the time spent lying on his desk and concentrate on his main work—— Play Tai Chi with the Wizengamot from other countries.

A simple job transfer, got his wish, everyone is happy.

Like Heimdall, it was also the first time for Miss Ferring to see Andrew Ansip in person. After experiencing the same surprise, she took out a thick notepad and buried herself in writing during Ansip's physical examination, from time to time Look up a few times.Those who knew she might be recording something, but those who didn't know thought she was engaged in painting creation.

Heimdall was a little puzzled, because he hadn't figured out what to write about such a situation after pondering for a long time.

Miss Ferring wrote furiously, and the two judges turned a blind eye to her diligence as if under a petrified spell.

Medical staff wearing green wizard robes walked back and forth around Ansip. Ansip was lying on a white hospital bed. If it wasn't for sure that he was still panting, perhaps no one would be surprised if he just died.He was almost indistinguishable from a corpse.

A strange grunting sound suddenly came from Ansip's throat, and the medical staff panicked.

Immediately afterwards, intermittent laughter squeezed out from the slightly opened mouth, the suffocated laughter was creepy.

Musayev raised his eyebrows, but Hollingworth didn't change his face.

Miss Feilin's complexion changed slightly, and she unconsciously leaned to Musayev's side, and Musayev took a small step away without showing any signs.

The laughter didn't last long, and was quickly replaced by earth-shattering coughing.The medical staff no longer panicked, and resumed their work in an orderly manner.

"...Don't worry, I won't die for the time being..."

Heimdall recognized it for a while before he was basically sure what Ansip meant.As for who the "you" was in his mouth, it was obviously not Musayev, because he glanced at Hollingworth quickly when he heard this.

Miss Feilin held the notebook with a confused look on her face.

"...Aren't you mobilizing so many people because you are afraid of my death," Ansip swallowed with difficulty. "If I can still make decisions for myself and control my own destiny, the first thing I do is find a magic wand and cast a death curse on myself... By the way, it doesn't have to be so troublesome, I can make poison, I have confidence, I can make a drop of deadly poison..." He coughed violently again, and the sound of breathing made people breathless.

The excellent medical staff are meticulous, quiet and fast as if under a deaf-mute spell.

Heimdall's back was covered with hairs, and he felt as if he had heard something extraordinary.Assuming Ansip isn't joking...the justice is said to never joke.

"...you will pay for your crimes."

Musayev turned his head in surprise, only to see Miss Filin, filled with righteous indignation, pointing passionately at Ansip, who had already stepped into the coffin, and said three words that were inseparable from the justice of the law, and Skynet was restored.

The medical staff who checked Ansip's body were indeed talented. They waved their magic wands around Ansip dazzlingly. When Miss Ferring denounced Ansip's various crimes, her hands didn't shake much.

Before Miss Flynn could speak happily, Ansip's chaotic laughter sounded again, and Ms Flynn wilted like a little cabbage in a dog day.

Ansip who was lying on the bed suddenly turned his face and met Heimdall's eyes.Heimdall was taken aback, and didn't hide from IW's face.

Ansip's eyes stayed on him for a very short time, and before Heimdall could think about the countermeasures, he had already turned his eyes away.

"...What I regret the most now is that I was wrong at the time. If it wasn't Andrew who was imprisoned 20 years ago, but another... maybe I could have closed my eyes long ago..."

Lange thought of giving up when he was imprisoned 20 years ago. He was disheartened and felt hopeless in this life, but he did not give up in the end. Instead, he imagined that maybe 20 years later, a new opportunity would emerge on the [-]th anniversary of the victory of the Great War.The god of destiny always favors those who know how to persevere.Lange once said to Heimdall, "My courage has been used in my life to keep myself alive, so I don't have the courage to face death."

One thing that Lange has spent 20 years insisting on is just a few words and a sigh from Ansip's mouth.

When they left the examination room, Miss Ferring was stopped by the police officers at the door.

"What are you going to do?!" Miss Ferring screamed.

The policeman said calmly, "I want to confiscate your notebook."

"Why?!"

"This room is not allowed to have any records that have nothing to do with the inspection itself." In other words, Miss Feilin's scribbling just now violated the regulations.

"I can't agree." Miss Feilin hugged the notebook tightly, intending to forcefully rush past the policeman.

He was held in place by the policeman's wand.

"You have to understand, I'm not being polite to you, this is my duty, please forgive me." The policeman took the book from her hand, turned over the pages just written, waved his wand, and the writing disappeared. .

The policeman closed the notebook, and Miss Feilin snatched back the notebook with a livid face, gave the policeman a fierce look, and left the room with her high heels on her feet.

When the door was closed, the policeman moved his painful toe with a grimace. This woman is really narrow-minded.

Heimdall was unable to directly participate in Lange's case because of the change of her boss. Every time before the trial, Ms. Ferring would walk around in front of Heimdall arrogantly, fearing that he would not find out that she was finally elated, and followed Mu with a smile on her face. Sayef leaves the office.Heimdall thought that it was lucky to have this young lady to entertain all the wizards in the office, otherwise life would be so boring.

The revelations given by Grindelwald seemed to play a decisive role. According to Musayev, Ansip, who was ready to die calmly, was ashamed of the new evidence they presented one after another in court.It was only a matter of time before this big tree fell.

Heimdall has been waiting for a certain moment since he handed in the revelation and provided the name of the informant. Until Langer's case had two rounds of trial, the moment he was waiting for was still lingering.To be cautious, he carefully observed the facial expressions of his boss and found nothing unusual.Not to mention hints, there is not even one ultimatum.

Director Strulusson felt melancholy, what was going on with this feeling of emptiness?

This morning, Miss Ferring walked briskly into the office and announced with a loud voice that she was having a treat at noon.Colleagues couldn't help but be amazed that although this lady is not stingy, she is not sincere and enthusiastic either.

At this time, Musayev walked in, and Miss Feilin immediately repeated the invitation, and her intention to invite her boss to go with her was self-evident.

Musayev shook his head, indicating that he already had an appointment.

Miss Ferring nodded regretfully, and turned to invite other judges. Whether it was on purpose or not, she made a sharp turn when she reached Hollingworth and jumped to the next table.Hollingworth and his little henchman Heimdall were left out.Heimdall didn't expect to be able to eat the meal she invited, and Hollingworth didn't plan to go at all.

In fact, when Ms. Filmin counted the number of people, those who were interested found that none of the wizards above the judge level responded.

Heimdall learned from Musayev why she wanted to treat guests. Langer's case is basically settled, which means that the time for justice is just around the corner.

Heimdall was excited, and Hollingworth rarely showed a shallow smile.

"You go to eat, and it won't be too late to do the work at hand after the lunch break."

Hollingworth was rare to be considerate, and Heimdall quickly seized the opportunity and left the office happily without being pretentious.

Little heartless!Hollingworth looked at his back and complained in his heart. He didn't know how to greet his boss, could he invite him to have a meal together?

Heimdall, who had left the office, joined Miss Firing's group, and everyone stood at the door waiting for the elevator. Unlike Miss Firing's group, which was in full swing, Heimdall hung alone at the end.

Miss Film originally wanted to treat everyone to a good meal, but there were few people in the filing office, and some wizards didn't want to waste their lunch break on eating, so Miss Film had to follow everyone into the staff cafeteria lonely.

The staff cafeteria can open small stoves. If they encounter meals they don't like, some wizards will pay extra if economic conditions permit.

Heimdall stood in front of the big blackboard and looked at today's menu. When he saw the chicken soup, he became excited, but the house elf erased that line.He had no choice but to scan to another row regretfully, quail... too little meat; bacon...too salty; ham... soggy; finally saw a meatball, but was wiped off again.

With an empty plate, the little clerk Sturluson struggled back and forth between overly salty bacon and rotten ham.

"Hello, Rigg." Someone pressed on his back suddenly and breathed into his ear.

Heimdall's arms tightened, and the food tongs in his hand almost stuck into his nostrils. The uninvited guest backed away with a wry smile.

"It's you." The pliers in Heimdall's hand clicked.

Little Lacarini was speechless, "...you attacked without knowing who it was?"

"People who won't be attacked by me don't pop up like you do."

"You won." Lacarini spread his hands.

"You represent the Italian Ministry of Magic?" Heimdall asked.

"I am on behalf of the Italian Ministry of Magic in the case of Andrew Lange."

Heimdall nodded, "Nice to meet you." He turned around and continued to struggle.

Little Lacarini was so miserable, "Can't you just say a few more words to me?"

"Tell you a few more words about my ham, and my ham will disappear...Did I just say ham?"

"……Correct."

Heimdall suddenly realized, "That means I subconsciously want to eat ham." Clerk Sturluson decided to accept Xin's answer.

"Is that thing edible?!" Little La Carini pulled out the tongs in his hand with a look of disgust, and took the plate in his hand, "Let's go, I'm treating you."

"First of all, I don't eat chili swan." Heimdall believes that some things must be made clear in advance.

Little Lacarini staggered, "Don't worry, there are no chili swans around here."

"That's good. I'm afraid I won't be able to ask you back."

Little Lacarini thought about laughing now, "By the way, last time I invited you to dinner, you didn't seem to have a follow-up. Am I so unlovable?"

"I remember that our relationship was really not good when you were still in school, or we had almost nothing to do with each other."

"My heart is hurt," said Lacarini Jr.

"...I don't watch opera, and I seldom watch operas that only talk but don't sing."

Little Raccarini wanted to stagger again.

When they reached the entrance of the cafeteria, Heimdall said, "The beauty in the red high heels at the left rear has been staring at you for at least twenty times since just now, do you know her?"

"She knows me, and I know her. I can't even say we know each other. Her sister has worked hard to take the seat of my stepmother for more than ten years." Lacarini Jr. said. "The handsome man in the black robe on the right back has glanced at you no less than twenty times since just now, do you know him?"

Heimdall turned around with a smile on his face, "Victor!"

The master hugged Heimdall affectionately with one hand, and with the other he grabbed the hand of little Lacarini who was on Heimdall's shoulder, and the latter shrugged.

Raccarini Jr. looked over the shoulders of the two, and it was on a deadpan Adam Cross, not Victor Krum.

The day Lange was acquitted was not a good day, with light rain falling early in the morning.Outside the window was cloudy, but the IW office area on the top floor of the International Federation of Wizards was sunny and fine, as if it was prepared for this moment. The maintenance management department did not follow the established barometer when they arranged the weather early in the morning. arrange.If it goes according to plan, it should be cloudy today.

Heimdall couldn't feel the exciting moment, but he could imagine that although it didn't come easily, it finally came.

Heimdall was sent by Hollingsworth to the police force to inspect Lange's belongings before he went to jail.The items that Lange was carrying when he was arrested and imprisoned, except for the clothes, were confiscated by the Estonian police.

The items remained with the Wizarding Police of the Estonian Ministry of Magic after Lange left Hercules Prison and was instead escorted to a makeshift prison in the IW.At that time, no one could tell how long the trial of this case would last. After all, in the wizarding world, a Quidditch match could last for a month, not to mention the "small" case attached to a big case.

Heimdall went to the storage warehouse belonging to the IW police force, where the belongings of the prisoners who were interrogated and imprisoned by the IW were collected. Some of the items had been stored for more than 50 years, and some items were as old as the parents of the wizards who guard the warehouse today. age.

The guard is a young wizard, tall and thin, with buck teeth. The police officer's wizard robe hangs loosely on his body. He looks lazy. He always likes to lean on things when standing, and shakes his hands when walking. Tossing and flicking, the sturdy and solemn policeman's robe insisted on giving him a hooligan look.

"Oh, I have the impression that I just transferred here last month."

The guard opened the warehouse door with a magic wand, and a musty smell came out, and the combined smell after the musty smell was extremely ecstasy.

"We asked for Andrew Lange's things from the Ministry of Magic over there for a long time, and the Ministry of Magic over there pushed them to Hercules. Kick the ball back to the Ministry of Magic over there." At this point, the guard giggled, his two front teeth gleaming in the dim light.

He stopped in front of a large, dusty cabinet like the ones found all over the warehouse.The inside of the cabinet is divided into squares by wooden boards, each of which contains the confiscated items of different prisoners, and a sign is attached to the items, with the name of the prisoner, the time of imprisonment and other information written on it.At first glance, it looks a bit like a shelf for storing urns in a crematorium, but more than half of the items in the warehouse are indeed relics.

Langer's belongings were stored in a certain compartment of the cabinet in front of Heimdall. The guard used the slide on the far right to climb up to the highest floor, and took out a cloth bag from the sixth compartment from the right.The guard went down the stairs and removed the tag tied to it before handing the cloth bag to Heimdall.

Heimdall opened the cloth bag to see if the contents were complete.

"They're all good things." The guard laughed abruptly.

Heimdall was puzzled.

"You know we urged them to hand over things, why didn't they answer for so long?"

Heimdall shook his head.

"Let me tell you...these are all my personal guesses, and I'm the only one who thinks so." The guard emphasized.

Heimdall nodded.

"But I think my guess is eight or nine close to ten..." The guard grumbled, and then said, "I thought about it and thought he couldn't get out, so I just kept doing nothing and took things for myself... you do not believe?!"

Before Heimdall could say anything, the guard released the cloth bag from Heimdall's hand.

"You don't need to look at anything else, just look at this watch, it's brand new," the guard spread out in his palm a silver pocket watch with a gold thread almost unrecognizable to the naked eye but with a shining golden light. "I can tell you with certainty that this watch was freshly released from the hands of a watch craftsman last month, maybe it was a goblin craftsman, this kind of craft is generally not good for wizards... Don't look at me like this, our family I just made this, and I can understand it at a glance. By the way, do you have a pocket watch? The clocks and watches made by our family are very elegant, ah, you have it, it’s okay, do your relatives and friends need to buy a watch? I can give it to them Discount……"

The guard was talking... the building was crooked.