HP's Foreign Land

Mr. Bangor is happily enjoying his afternoon tea time. The dinner plates and napkins are meticulously placed on the table, the sugar bowls, milk cans and other containers are arranged in a curved arc, and the silver utensils are polished and polished. Appreciate people.Mr. Bangor picked out a plate of lozenge-shaped chocolate cakes sprinkled with snow-white powdered sugar on a four-story white tray rack with gold rims. He dug a piece from the cake with a miniature fork and stuffed it into his mouth impatiently. At that moment, someone slapped the shoulder suddenly, the hand holding the fork shook, and the cake fell onto the table with a "click".

Bangor's face sank immediately, and he turned his head ferociously, only to find that the person behind him was even more vicious than him. "Oh, it's you." He said casually, turned his head back, raised his fork and continued the happy tea time.

The angry person behind him trembled all over, and roared at the seemingly indifferent Mr. Bangor: "Bangor! What do you mean!"

"Ghost knows what you're talking about..." Bangor muttered absently.

"Don't play dumb with me." The man grabbed Bangor's arm and pulled him away hard. "Follow me! Let's have a good talk. If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, I'll take the matter to the top and ask the chairmen of each branch to judge!"

"You are old and disrespectful! What do you look like? You are just a joke for others!" Bangor knew that the old man was always the one who loved face-saving, but who knew that the other party was determined this time. His face remained unchanged.

"Fuck you!" Bangor pushed the opponent away forcefully, smoothing the wrinkles on the sleeve. "Okay, okay, I get it, don't you want to explain it, go to my office and talk." He can be shameless, but he doesn't have the awareness.

The two entered the office of the Wizarding Examination Management Committee on the basement floor. The book mountain that was desperately spitting out papers made someone even more unhappy. He glanced at the book mountain coldly, not polite at all. I found a chair and sat there.

Bangor didn't use the "please sit down" gesture, so he sat down too.

This time was the afternoon tea time of the federation. The employees all ran out to drink tea, and the office was empty.

The two old guys faced each other, neither of them opened their mouths first, there was a vague meaning of competing with each other.

After all, the chairman of the wizard education committee couldn't hold back, and said, "Why do you make decisions without authorization?"

Bangor crossed his legs, clasped his hands on his knees, and didn't go around in circles with each other, and said calmly, "Because we need it."

"Are you kidding! Want to use this sentence to dismiss me? It's not that easy!"

Bangor stared with an unkind expression: "It's not your turn to make irresponsible remarks about our examination management committee!"

The chairman of the Wizard Education Committee blushed when he heard the words, and shouted with a beard and staring eyes: "Don't use your status as a poor chairman to pressure me, it's useless, the chairman is amazing, I am also the chairman!"

"So you still remember who you are."

"What do you mean?"

Bangor sneered: "If this exam is only undertaken by your education committee, I naturally have no right to interfere. Unfortunately, this is not the case. It would be too embarrassing for such a small matter to be known to everyone, and it would be very bad for the reputation of our two families. It's unfavorable, it's just that everyone has cheated, I don't want to ask you if you want to flatter Dumbledore, since you are partial to Hogwarts, then you have no position to accuse me."

The chairman of the wizarding education committee froze, and said through his teeth: "Don't talk nonsense!" His eyes were full of anxiety.

Bangor spread his hands: "Am I talking nonsense, you know it in your heart."

The chairman of the wizarding education committee was silent for a moment, and lowered his stance unwillingly: "We have relaxed the standard on Durmstrang, you can't take back your petty actions—"

Bangor glanced at him, and the chairman of the wizard education committee felt a little bit in his heart, and stopped talking embarrassingly.

"Just kidding." Bangor laughed as he said that.

The chairman of the Wizarding Education Committee stood up with a grim complexion.

"Mr. Garcia."

The chairman of the Wizarding Education Committee stopped and turned around.

"You are so understanding."

Chairman Garcia's expression changed, and he hurriedly left before the outbreak.

Mr. Bangor was just about to take out his pocket watch to check the time when his assistant, Mary Millerand, entered the office and placed a letter in front of her superior.

Bangor glanced at the envelope and raised his eyes in surprise: "He should have received the notification yesterday, right?"

Ma Li smiled slightly: "His messenger is an adult queen falcon."

Bangor froze for a moment, then suddenly realized, then shook his head and sighed: "He can get that kind of thing that is about to disappear, really..."

"He also has a Chimera."

Bangor winked at his assistant: "Chimera-like beast."

Ma Li chuckled: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake."

After a while, Bangor asked Mary: "Where do you think we should choose the workplace?"

"Not at headquarters?"

"Do you think it is suitable for those students to come here?"

Ma Li looked at the office which looked disorganized no matter how it was tidied up, then nodded, it was indeed not suitable.Moreover, the Headquarters of the Wizarding Union is not easy to come to, and it takes a lot of time to go through the procedures for allowing entry.

Looking at the smiling boss, Ma Li raised the corners of her mouth: "You already have the answer?"

Bangor looked at the circular chandelier on the ceiling and sighed: "Let me think about it, when was the last year I watched Quidditch?"

***

The two students showed ecstatic expressions at the same time, and the principal and the professors couldn't help but smile. At the same time, the doubts entrenched in their hearts became stronger.

Professor Ladiri was at a loss. Could it be that she has come true?

Heimdall had just been informed the day before, and two more letters were sent to Durmstrang the next morning.Different from the weirdness of the previous day, this time the letter was well-regulated from the inside to the outside. The letters were signed in the names of the two committee members and signed by the two chairmen.

The two students who were selected were sixth grader Luce and seventh grader Jean Tanestam.

The selection of these two professors was within the expectation of the professors. The question is, what happened to the notice issued in the name of one party the day before?

After dismissing the two selected students, Karkaroff said: "Could it be true that yesterday's letter was wrong?"

Now that things were going on, they couldn't think of following Professor Lateri's train of thought.

Katenen was calm and waved his hand: "If there is a mistake, the Examination Management Committee has already taken action and will never let it go."

The professors looked at each other.

"Actually, if you look at the literal meaning of that letter, you can see some tricks."

"what do you mean?"

"I guess the Examinations Board is interested in Strulusson, but the Board of Education is not."

Roy Laurent frowned: "You mean they disagreed on this matter?"

Katenen nodded: "Otherwise, I wouldn't have issued the notice in the name of unilaterally."

Karkaroff was very confused: "Then, did Sturlusson pass or did he not? Our school was selected with three or two?" Igor Karkaroff is still very principled.

***

Ryan flicked the knife at the whispering seniors, and the gloating on their faces annoyed him.

"It's so exasperating!" Rian looked back angrily, and stared fiercely a few more times before turning his head.

"There are too many people like this, are you staring?" Although Leon wanted to slap them a few times, he refused to do things that were inefficient.

"I'm surprised. The principal didn't say that the notice that Rieger received was fake. How could they laugh at it?" Carlo pays attention to factual evidence in his work, and things without evidence are not worth mentioning in his opinion. Not to mention taking advantage of it.

"Jealousy, what else can it be?" Rian snorted loudly, and then deliberately swept his eyes at those senior brothers. "Only those who are incompetent always think about other people's achievements and envy others!"

As soon as this remark came out, many senior students in the cafeteria suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Some of them lowered their heads and pretended to be deaf and dumb, while others showed a cold look after a while. He stood up and walked towards the long table, probably thinking of teaching others a lesson.

Leon curled his mouth and sneered, which immediately frightened several people.

Nothing!The other senior students despised those few who flinched. As soon as they turned their heads, they found that the sophomores who were stranded in the cafeteria spontaneously stood in front of the long table, blocking Carlo and the others, and glaring at them.

The group of senior students who took the lead in making trouble sneered coldly: "I really didn't see that you are quite united."

Kane and other first-year students felt that the atmosphere was different as soon as they entered the cafeteria. After seeing the situation clearly, they ran to the long table and joined the ranks of despising the senior students with their eyes.

"What are you going to do!" Kane has the aura of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. He will come forward to criticize things that he usually cannot see. This is one of the reasons why Heimdall chose him in the first place. He is a kind-hearted man. , A boy with a sense of justice.

"Isn't this Sturluson's follower? Why didn't you follow your room chief around today? You won't be fired, right? It's only been a few days?" The group of senior students laughed wildly.

Kane flushed with anger.

"Go away, first grader! You are not qualified to talk to me!" The senior student who took the lead in making trouble squinted.

"Then am I qualified as the client? I'm not a first-year student, and you've been talking about me these two days, right?"

Kane's eyes lit up, and he looked towards the door excitedly: "Director!"

Heimdall walked in with a blank expression, touching his pockets as he walked...

The complexion of the troublesome seniors suddenly changed drastically, and the leader took a few steps back in a hurry, staring at Heimdall's action of pulling out his pocket.

Heimdall stopped in front of the long table, raised his eyebrows, and the leader took another big step back.Heimdall slowly withdrew his hand, took out a dark purple men's handkerchief, blew his nose, and said to himself calmly: "This is the weather, I feel like I'm going to catch a cold."

The behavior of the rioters as if they were facing a formidable enemy just now became a joke.

The students in the lower grades really laughed unscrupulously.

Carlo nodded affirmatively: "This is what we call making use of the problem."

Those senior students were embarrassed and wanted to sneak into the cracks in the ground. The elder brother who was the leader gouged out the innocent Heimdall with an unkind look. He didn't dare to stay any longer, and ran away in despair.

After they ran more than 100 meters, one of the senior students asked in a daze, "Why are we running?"

"If you don't leave, are you waiting to eat Sturluson's black magic?" The leader brother roared angrily.

"Sturluson's black magic is very powerful?"

"You can try it!" The eyes of the leading brother were all red.

A person next to him suddenly said: "It is said that the reason why Strulusson was selected this time is black magic."

The man continued to exert his spirit of seeking knowledge: "Huh? He was really chosen?"

The others rolled their eyes.

"Yes! He was indeed selected! It was Mr. Lacarlini who said, aren't you there?! If you fucking talk about Sturluson, I'll give you a black magic!" The leading brother couldn't bear it.

The man was silent for a moment, and pointed fingers in embarrassment under the fierce gaze of the other party: "But I still have a question..."

The elder brother who took the lead immediately went to get out his wand.

The man hurriedly begged for mercy: "Don't talk about Sturlusson!"

The elder brother who took the lead waved his hand: "Speak!"

"Didn't he not be selected? How did he become selected again?"

"I'll strangle you to death!" The leading brother was angry.

The man struggled and yelled aggrievedly: "I didn't say 'Stulu Song'!"

"You still talk!!!"

***

That night, Heimdall received several letters at once, from his father, from Snow, from Draco, from Luna, and even Ron, who didn't like writing letters, sent a letter... ...and a reply in Mr. Bangor's own handwriting that Olar brought back.

The themes of the several letters are relatively consistent, and they are all for the examination held by the double committee.

Rommel and Snow wrote congratulatory letters, and praised Heimdall without hesitation.In contrast, the last three were comforting letters expressing surprise and disbelief at his loss, especially from Draco—

"I read the list of passers from each school three times, and your name was not on it. Do you know how shocked I was? I wasn't surprised that I was selected. But Merlin! That mud You can even be selected, why not you? Why? Why is this?"

Draco's letter was a bit incoherent at the end, and it could be seen that he really couldn't figure it out and felt aggrieved for his "lost election".

Heimdall received the letter with a smile, and wrote replies to his father, Snow, Luna, and Ron respectively. As for Draco...

"Not to write back to your cousin?" Victor asked curiously.

Heimdall shook his head: "No need, maybe he already knows by now, even if he doesn't know, it doesn't matter."

Victor buried his head in his shoulder and kissed his neck: "What a bad boy."

Heimdall picked up the reply letter written by Mr. Bangor, and laughed: "What will Draco look like then? I really can't wait."

Looking at his cheerful side face, a glint of gloom flashed in Victor's eyes. What happened during the day quickly spread to the school team. Kedo still felt a thorn in his body like a thorn in his throat.Although he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't help but think that if Rommel was in school, those people would never dare to be so blatant.

Realizing the gap again, he couldn't help clenching his fists secretly.