HP's Foreign Land

"Mr. Sturluson, you have a visitor."

The door was suddenly opened.

Rommel raised his head, and saw the normally stable assistant squeeze a hasty and helpless smile at him, then turned slightly sideways, an old man with Chinese hair on crutches walked into the office swaggeringly, towards the suede sofa in the center of the room Sit down.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Strulusson." The assistant felt that he was not doing well, and that he was ashamed of his boss's trust in him.

Who knew that the one on the sofa spoke first, "Well, it's good to know that it's wrong to neglect the guests, so let's not make an example. That's fine, let's go down."

The assistant was even more embarrassed.

"It would be strange if you stopped me." Rommel nodded to him.

The assistant exited respectfully and closed the office door.

"What a rare visitor." Rommel didn't intend to get up to greet the guests, and sat in his seat motionless.

Elder Lange took out an envelope from his pocket and threw it on the coffee table.

Rommel didn't change his face, pretending he didn't see it.

"Don't tell me you don't know anything yet." Lange sneered at his pose.

"What do you want me to know?" Rommel continued to play Tai Chi with him.

"Give it to him!" Lange ordered, and the letters on the coffee table flew towards Rommel.

It was too late and then too fast, the letter that was aimed directly at Chairman Sturluson's face suddenly stopped in mid-air, and at this time the letter was less than an arm's length away from Rommel's face.

The letter shook violently, then slid forward an inch, and was forced back to its original position in the next second.

"Okay, okay." Rommel's voice dilutes the tense atmosphere, and he reaches out to take the letter in mid-air.

The two pressures attached to the letter disappeared almost at the same time.

Rommel glanced at the words on the envelope, and as expected, it was a consultation letter sent by Rieger to the Wizarding Union.Rommel raised his eyes and glanced at the calm and prestige elder, thinking that this old thing's hands are really long enough that the inquiry department of the International Federation of Wizards can reach them. Old", does this seem like a thought that a person who is about to retire should have? !

Rommel put the letter on the table.

Lange frowned and said, "What on earth are you thinking, how can you let him decide his own way out casually?!"

"Why is he so casual, I think he has an idea." Rommel spread his hands.

"It's all because of your indulgence!"

Rommel sighed with a headache, "I really wanted to show him a bit of arrogance, but unfortunately it didn't work out."

Lange blew his beard and stared, "Are you playing against me on purpose?!"

"No, it's all from the heart."

Lange was so angry that he raised his crutches, pointing the end of the stick at Rommel, "Isn't it effective if you block your way out?"

Unmoved, Rommel leaned back on the back of the chair covered with upholstered fabric, "What the hell are you angry about? Is the Wizengamot International Wizarding Supreme Court still not good? The direct superiors of the Wizengamot in various countries Department, the highest judicial institution in the wizarding world. In the past ten years, not a single drop of fresh blood has been introduced, there are a hundred trial seats, and personnel changes are made every 30 years on average."

In other words, it is safer than an iron rice bowl, and it can already be regarded as a steel rice bowl.

"It's okay to fool laymen with such words!" Lange didn't like him. "Who are the people in the Wizengamot International Wizarding Supreme Court? Don't you know? They are either missing arms or legs, or they are very old or have barely breathed into the coffin, and the rest are in the coffin. Those who can't stay in their original jobs or are kicked out because they don't have eyes for offending others, all wizards who enter the Supreme Court are equivalent to early retirement, that is, they have no hope of promotion in this life!"

Lange threw the cane on the coffee table with a "snap", and the things on the table were smashed and splashed everywhere.

All the mess was fixed for a few seconds, and it was cleaned up in a blink of an eye.

"He is young and ignorant, don't you, Chairman Rommel Sturluson, still not understand?"

"It's you who don't understand." Rommel interrupted him coldly.

Lange was taken aback.

Rommel said again, "Why did Lige block his retreat early? It's because he was afraid of you, the Great Elder!"

Lange snorted vaguely, and muttered unwillingly, "I have nothing to be afraid of, he is a child of the Strulusson family, and I don't even have time to like it..."

"I'm just afraid that you like it so much that you sell him without his knowledge!" Rommel said bluntly.

"how is this possible!"

"How is that impossible? Why do you object to Rigg's admission to the Supreme Court?"

"There is no development. What is there to do in a job where the road to promotion has been blocked early?"

"So what jobs are developmental in your mind?"

"Iceland's Wizengamot is better than the Supreme Court!"

Look, the fox tail is exposed.

Rommel's undisguised sneering smile severely stimulated Elder Lange, and the adrenaline of the elder rushed up. He blushed and pointed at Rommel's nose with a thick neck, "Don't you have that in mind? You Dare to say that you never thought of arranging a way out for that child? You don't want him to inherit his father's career?"

"Why didn't I think about it?"

When Langer heard that he was about to take advantage of the situation, Rommel blocked him again, "But everything I think must serve his original intention, at least I don't want to force him to obey my arrangements, let alone I don't want to put the big hat of 'for the good of the family' on his head!"

Langer paused for a while, then heaved a long sigh, and fell back to his seat, "You are too naive, without the prosperous Sturluson family, where would there be any good future, good future, you should think about it for future generations Think about it..."

"It's none of my business." There was genuine disapproval in his tone.

Lange looked at him in astonishment.

Rommel leaned over slowly, put his hands lightly on the table, and said with a smile on his face: "I only see when I was alive, I see the present, I see the present, and I don't care about things after death. , not to mention I can’t control it. As for the descendants, I only have Lige as a child, so I just need to take good care of him.”

Lange was tongue-tied. He knew that Rommel was not joking, but because he was sure that what he said was not a joke, Lange felt even more unhappy.

***

Heimdall was very puzzled, the cat and raccoon seemed to dislike him very much, and I really didn't know how to offend it.

Seems like I've seen it once.

Heimdall took a giant-toothed comb to comb Toffee's hair, and then, while Toffee was snorting comfortably and rubbing, he regained the self-confidence that was hit by Kebri to almost negative value.

After finishing all this, he put the toffee into the pet basket, carried the basket out of the laboratory, and ran into Bernick and Kable in his arms within a few steps.

The cat lizi was originally as quiet as a doll, but when he found his big fluffy ears on the ground, he stood upright, turned his face and flashed his sharp white teeth at him, with a look of "Don't come close to Heimdall". fierce look.

Heimdall was speechless, he is not a shameless person, let alone sticking his hot face on him knowing that the other party doesn't like him.

He hooked the corner of his mouth towards Bernick, and automatically backed away, keeping the distance between the two of them.

Bernick was very embarrassed. He didn't understand why Kebley behaved like this. Although he was really clingy to himself, he wasn't as outrageous when facing others as he was when facing Rigg. Sometimes he even allowed others to touch his fur or Hug twice, but treating Lige is as hairy as a natural enemy, and sometimes even puts on an attacking posture.

Bernick thinks that going on like this is not a problem. Who is Rigg? His cousin’s family will be a family in the future, and he is also reluctant to hand over Kebley to someone else, so he came here to find Miracle while there was no class this afternoon. The deputy head of the animal research laboratory, I hope he can give himself an explanation.

However, the deputy head of the office was a theoretical school, so to put it bluntly, he was just talking on paper. After analyzing for a long time, he talked about how to raise cats and raccoons, but he hesitated and couldn't answer the questions he asked, wasting an afternoon in vain.

However, the deputy director said that Kable's situation was rather special. They had never met him before, so they had no reference object. He also asked him if he could keep Kable with them so that they could study further.

Of course Bernick refused, and as soon as he went out, he ran into Rigg, and then Kebley started to pimple again.

The two entered the cafeteria one after the other. Before Bernick could sit still, Kebri in his arms jumped out, and the two fifth-grade juniors who were playing wizard chess not far away screamed one after another.

The chess pieces that had stayed on the chessboard and were in a state of fighting were smashed into pieces by Kebri, and the chess pieces that fell on the ground were ruthlessly "hunted down" by Kebri, and they were chased all over the cafeteria and fled. Many students Because he couldn't dodge in time and staggered, Bernick apologized while chasing after him. For a while, the whole cafeteria was turned upside down and full of complaints.

Heimdall was dumbfounded, this cat is really a naughty boy.

The basket in his hand shook slightly, and Heimdall quickly came back to his senses, opened the small cover, and handed Toffee a bunch of candies.

When Bernick managed to catch Kable back, Kable, who had just stopped for a long time, grinned at Heimdall again, arching his back.

Bernick cast an apologetic look at Heimdall, hugged Kable and looked for another place, which caused a new wave of people to turn their backs.

This time Bernick's call was faintly angry, and Kable gave up after chasing him for a while, and turned back reluctantly.

Kable's call to retreat did not have much effect on the spotted mouse that was being chased by it. The little gray figure was still wandering around in a panic, and finally bumped into the leg of the table where Heimdall was.

Then a small mouse bumped into the solid oak table leg, and the speed of the impact was very fast. It seemed that the sound could be heard the moment it hit the table. This is definitely enough for the mouse to drink a pot.

The little mouse nestled at the foot of the table for a while without moving.

Heimdall looked down at the mouse on the ground, and kicked it lightly with his toe, but he didn't respond at all.

It won't kill you, will it? !

After carefully identifying it for a while, the hair on the left side of the body was sparse like alopecia areata. He stretched out his hand to grab the mouse and found that it was missing a toe on its front foot, but it was certain that the mouse was Weasley just based on the tattered hair on its body. Scabbers at home.

Flattened it and found that it was still breathing, and he was slightly relieved.

This mouse is really good at running around, and it actually ran into the castle.

Thinking back to seeing how the poor Weasley family pampered it, especially Ron's love for it, and Percy's rare knowing smile when facing it... It's freezing here, and the mouse is still alive once it goes out. Don't you freeze it into a mouse popsicle right away? !

Heimdall thought about it, and decided to send it back to the North Tower, so as not to get lost.

Durmstrang Castle is like a rat's den to a mouse.

Scabber's forehead was definitely tougher than that of an ordinary mouse, and he woke up in just a short while, and Heimdall hadn't even started eating dinner yet.

Banban was flustered at first, and struggled vigorously, but when he found out that the person holding it was Heimdall, he suddenly stopped moving for some reason, but began to twist violently again in the next second.

Mice seem to be very smart animals, but after all, they are only animals in the ordinary sense rather than magical animals, so Heimdall threw it on the chair when he saw it struggling hard, "Run if you want to run, if I eat If you are still alive, I will mercifully send you back to your master." Even though he said this, he didn't expect it to understand at all.

Unexpectedly, the mouse really calmed down and stayed there for a long time. After a while, when Heimdall's boyfriend came over and made a gesture to sit down, Scabbers actually knew to give way to him, and slipped into the room. Heimdall's robe pocket.

Heimdall was taken aback, and he murmured in his heart, why is this mouse so smart? !

Could it be that it has been raised for a long time and has become refined?

Thinking of this, I feel something is wrong, the mouse should not live long (PS: Du Niang said it ranges from 1-3 years), I think I am already in the third grade, and I was only ten years old when I went to Weasley's house...

How old is Scabbers?

The question just popped up, and without time to think about it, Heimdall quickly chatted with his boyfriend, and then friends came one after another, and the question of the age of the spotted mouse was left behind.

When they left the cafeteria, Bernick stopped Victor. The cousins ​​talked for a while at the door of the cafeteria. Heimdall didn't think too much about it at first and followed him with the toffee, but Kable grinned at him again, hair Pointing up, his eyes are very fierce.

The spotted rat hiding in his pocket trembled, subconsciously got out and prepared to run, but after sneaking out not far away, he found that the cat and raccoon didn't even look at it, but concentrated on playing tricks on Heimdall.

Banban moved back tentatively, and the Maolizi really regarded it as nothing. When it was approaching in front of the Maolizi's eyes, the Maolizi finally made a movement, and made a gesture to chase it out, but then shrank back, and then He stared at it viciously with an unwilling expression, and then turned his head to whiten Heimdall's teeth.

Banban looked at Maolizi, then at Heimdall, then scurried back to Heimdall's side, circling around his feet begging for "nurture".

Heimdall bent down to pick it up and put it back in his pocket. At that moment, Scabbers felt safer than ever.