HP's Foreign Land

When Mr. Barty Crouch came out of the minister's office, he breathed a sigh of relief and took a few steps forward. When the door behind him opened and closed again, he turned to look at the man—— Si Dumbledore.

The two quickly exchanged glances, and they both saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

"The minister will not change his mind."

Mr. Crouch looked at the Ministry of Magic staff coming and going beside him, except for being too strict, there was never any other fluctuation on his face.

Dumbledore made a gesture of invitation, and they walked forward slowly at the same time.

"I just hope he can put his thoughts aside for the time being, and wait until the current tense situation passes. The current Hogwarts is simply not suitable for holding any kind of activities, and the Triwizard Tournament is even more impossible."

Mr. Crouch nodded in agreement, "A fugitive whose whereabouts are unknown, based on this alone, neither Beauxbatons nor Durmstrang will send their students to England."

Dumbledore didn't speak, and his blue eyes suddenly turned elsewhere.

Crouch followed his gaze and found that several female colleagues were gathering together, each of them was holding a brightly colored paper cup, the cup was emitting hot steam, drifting along the air, and could smell Aromas of nuts and chocolate.

Crouch's unchanging demeanor was slightly distorted.

"Mr. Crouch." Someone posted it suddenly.

He was slightly surprised when he found out that it was his assistant Defeier. It was lunch time, why did his always cautious assistant come to him instead of eating?

Did something happen?

Crouch's heart moved, and he glanced at Dumbledore who was still distracted by the sweets. Crouch took a step away calmly, and whispered, "What's the matter?"

De Phil said succinctly, "There is your letter."

Crouch frowned upon hearing this.

DeFire added, "It was originally sent to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and the letter indicated Director Barty Crouch."

Crouch's face changed slightly. It has not been a day or two since he was transferred to the International Magic Cooperation Department. How could it be...

Thinking of his son who is still in prison in Azkaban Prison, Crouch panicked.

Everyone in the Ministry knew that Barty Crouch regarded this incident as the biggest stain on the Crouch family, and he even threatened to break away from his son's father-son relationship-although everyone thought he was only talking about it, in fact If it wasn't for his wife crying and screaming at him, maybe he would really do that.

Just because he gave birth to the son of a Death Eater, even though he had killed his relatives righteously, the above still transferred him from the Department of Legal Enforcement. You know, if he keeps doing that post, he will be able to rely on his strength when the next Minister of Magic is elected. A perfect tenure record earns itself a place in elections.

Therefore, the "Director of Magical Law Enforcement" is like a grape growing on a high shelf to Mr. Crouch today. He desperately tells himself that it is sour, but he is annoyed when he sees others eating happily.

"Where's the letter?" Crouch felt that it was a big deal at this time, and the assistant would definitely bring it with him.

Sure enough, De Phil put the letter in his hand.

Crouch hesitated for a moment, and quickly glanced at it after taking it apart, his face suddenly became ugly.

"Come with me!" He called his assistant and walked away.

De Phil was taken aback, and quickly followed.

At the same time, Dumbledore, who was suddenly left behind, turned to look at the backs of the two hurriedly leaving, showing a thoughtful expression.

***

When Osam Dalton walked into the elevator, he found that there was still a person standing inside. He nodded to that person without changing his face, turned around and pressed the button of the elevator.

The doors closed and the elevator moved.

Just as Osam put down his hand, a pressure hit his back. Osam staggered unexpectedly, followed by warm breaths, and the people behind giggled and laughed.

The two leaned against the wall together.

Osam looked down, and touched his chest with the palm of the blood-red gemstone ring. On the ring setting of the square ring, there were several pointed triangles, which looked like barbs. Osum suddenly thought of Poison tentacles - dark red plants with spikes.

"You've been very indifferent to me recently." The poisonous tentacles, no, Defer lowered his voice ambiguously, while using his fingers to open the front of the robe and drilled in.

Osam held back the burst of laughter that was almost bursting out of his mouth - he didn't look back, and the people behind him couldn't see his expression at the moment, it was an upward arc full of sarcasm.

Osam grabbed De Phil's hand without any emotion.

"I thought you were busy." Osam straightened his wizard robe.

At this time, the elevator stopped, and Defer reluctantly took a step back, quickly put on a businesslike indifferent expression, and reservedly looked at every colleague entering the elevator.

After a while, Osam walked out of the elevator with his colleagues, and at the moment when he stepped out of the elevator, Defer posted up and said quickly, "I have something to tell you."

Osam smiled, "Let's talk as we go."

Defer's face froze, what's going on, he didn't believe that Osam would not be able to understand what he said.

Osum ignored his change of mind, walked forward on his own, and chatted with several colleagues who passed by, seemingly in a good mood.

When Lucius Malfoy appeared, Osam's smile became more real, not the usual perfunctory greetings.

De Feier's face suddenly sank, and he walked up to him in two quick steps, and heard them discussing which newly opened restaurant made more authentic meatballs and chicken, in other words, they decided to have dinner together.

"We already have an appointment!" DeFire said coldly.

Lucius raised his eyebrows in surprise, glanced at Defer, who was looking unhappy, and then looked at Osam, who had restrained his emotions for a moment, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

"Talk as you go." Osam still used the same old saying.

It was the second time, and no matter how stupid Defier was, he could tell that it was unusual, so he stared at Osam in disbelief, his demeanor and expression, no matter how gloomy he looked, there was a bit of grievance.

Lucius quickly made a decision to avoid suspicion, but it was a pity that Osam's heart was as hard as iron, so he only asked him to wait for a while, and grabbed Defer to avoid the corner of the hall by wading through the endless crowd.

"Speak up if you have anything to say." A businesslike look.

De Phil's face was livid, "What do you mean? You want to draw a line with me?"

Osam pretended he didn't hear it, and urged him straight away: "Please get to the point."

De Feier was silent for a moment, with hot flames in his eyes, he said through gritted teeth, "Sirius is in the ancient town of Mumian."

Osam was startled when he heard this, and immediately asked, "Is the news reliable?"

"The letter I received today, addressed to Barty Crouch, said that Sirius was found in Kapok Town."

"Why was the report letter sent to Crouch?"

"I don't know. I tried to ask Mr. Crouch if he knew the identity of the sender. He was very strict and didn't ask at all."

At the end of the day, Barty Crouch doesn't trust him enough.

DeFire continued: "I guess the sender knows him. The strange thing is that he doesn't seem to know that Mr. Crouch is no longer the director of the Department of Legal Enforcement."

This is nothing new in the UK.

Osam pondered for a while, "Have you read the letter? What's written on it?"

"It's very simple. It didn't state when or how it was discovered. It only said that it had seen the whereabouts."

Now I want to handle the ambiguous atmosphere in the letter very delicately, with only a few words and eyes full of "possibility".The authenticity of the letter cannot be judged from the content of the letter alone, and it is hard to say whether Sirius is still in Mumian Town, maybe he just stayed there for a while and then left...

Where will the next stop be?Are you planning to come back?What is the purpose of his escape?Has he given up on the great goal of Harry Potter?He doesn't want to avenge his master anymore?

Yes, wizards all over Britain think Sirius Black came for Harry Potter.

"Thank you." Osam took a step back and distanced himself from him.

De Phil's face, which had improved slightly, sank again, "Don't you think you should give me a reasonable explanation?" Then he reached out and grabbed it.

Dodged by Osam.

"Aren't you having fun with Chief Bagnos?"

At that moment, all the grievances of Defer froze on his face, which made his facial features distorted and deformed. He opened his mouth vigorously, but couldn't utter a sound.

"Let's get together and get away." Osam smiled slightly, seemingly ignoring his reaction, with a hint of toughness in his tone.

De Phil's eyes suddenly became complicated, "You know everything? You deliberately set up a cover to wait for me to drill in? To get revenge on me?"

Osam sneered, but didn't respond.

De Phil's expression was awkward, what do you mean, mocking him for being sentimental?

"Thinking about it carefully, my requirements are actually not high. I don't care what you are like before, but during this period of time, for me, you should at least maintain a certain degree of single-mindedness. Unfortunately..."

Pausing for a moment, Osum turned and walked away indifferently, regardless of what the person in front of him would say.

During the meal, even though Osam's attitude didn't change at all, Lucius still felt that something was slightly wrong, but he didn't ask too much. It's very impolite to ask about the "abnormality" that others are trying to control.

"By the way, I just got the news," Osam said casually, putting down his spoon. "Sirius Black may be in Kapok Ancient Town."

Lucius spat out the wine from his mouth.

Osum picked up the cup very calmly, looked at Lucius who was wiping his clothes in a panic, "Do you want to tell Rommel the news? He probably doesn't know yet, right?"

***

Heimdall rushed into the store in the heavy snow, and the first thing he saw was lying in front of the five-story toy cabinet facing the store door, slapping the big bad foot of a tumbler with his front paws, he couldn't help being surprised, and then , Mrs. Pepper's greetings sounded in my ears.

Heimdall greeted Mrs. Pepper, lifted his hat, and took off his cloak.

The dispirited big bad foot suddenly raised his neck.

Heimdall turned his head inadvertently, and it lowered its head again.

Heimdall didn't notice the situation below the eye level, took the hot drink from Mrs. Pepper, and drank it heartily.

Mrs. Pepper is very happy. This child is not picky at all. This kind of drink specially drunk in winter is passed down from her ancestors. Little Pepper doesn’t like to drink it. She thinks it has a strange herbal smell in it, but Sturluson The husband has always drank it all in one gulp, and he has not shown any intention of not liking to drink.

Mrs. Pepper had heard the second boss mention Heimdall's life experience. In her concept, children with superior family conditions are difficult to take care of. Among other things, the grandson of the mayor of Kapok Town is the best example of a spoiled child. Listen It is said that even the most common pumpkin juice can taste the difference in sweetness. With this layer of knowledge, Mrs. Pepper has a more favorable impression of the "easy to serve" Heimdall.

"Has Little Pepper come back yet?"

Mrs. Pepper nodded, and brought out a chair from the inner room. Heimdall thanked him and sat down.

"I just walked all the way and found that several shops were closed and dark inside."

"I was probably called to a meeting by the mayor. These days, the shops in the town take turns to go to the mayor's office for a meeting. I was notified to go tomorrow."

"What meeting?"

Mrs. Pepper said: "The proprietress of Baikapian said that the mayor wanted us to close the shop early at night, and also said that we would close the shop when it got dark. Many shop owners were protesting."

That's why you plan to educate them in batches and focus on training?

It gets dark early in the Durmstrang Mountains, and there are signs of excessive evening after [-]:[-] in the afternoon. Not only does early closing affect business, but it is also detrimental to residents' lives.

"Well, why did you suddenly realize that the door was closed early?" Heimdall said strangely.

"Who knows!" Mrs. Pepper was also very dissatisfied with the mayor's whim, and then thought of something, and said, "Do you know that a prisoner escaped from Azkaban? It seems to be some dark wizard from England ..."

Heimdall heard the involuntary movement of his feet, and then there was a "bang" sound somewhere. He looked down after being slightly stunned, and found that the tumbler was shaking from side to side in front of the corner cabinet not far away.

Big Bad Foot was staring in that direction.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Heimdall ran over to pick up the tumbler. "I didn't kick it on purpose, look, it's not broken." Shaking the tumbler in his hand, he picked up one paw of the big bad foot, stuffed the toy back under the paw, and then covered the paw.

After doing all this, he sat back on the chair.

Heimdall didn't notice, he subconsciously spoke English.

"...I don't know how I managed to escape, isn't Azkaban known as being as solid as a rock?" Mrs. Pepper was still rambling on about this topic.

Heimdall laughed, "There is no place in the world that is as solid as a rock."

Mrs. Pepper felt sorry for her: "Yesterday, a regular customer of Green Kapok came to the store to buy things. Her sister and brother-in-law's family are currently residing in the UK. She told me that the situation there is very tense. Many wizards are afraid to go out for fear of going out." He was implicated and died inexplicably."

In the eyes of British wizards, is Sirius Black so insane?

Heimdall hesitated, but did not answer.

Mrs. Pepper didn't care, "I also heard that even the dementors have been dispatched—" At this point, she fell silent, with a trace of fear in her eyes.

Heimdall put on a brisk tone and said, "Things like dementors are too far away from our lives."

Mrs. Pepper nodded again and again, "That's right." The fear that had just emerged dissipated like a passing cloud.

"By the way, is there something going on in town today?"

Today is not the day for reconciliation.

"Get some reference books," Heimdall said.

After the application for the junior clerkship of the Supreme Court was sent out, there was finally a response. The management office of the International Wizengamo highly praised his dedication in the reply.

After the initial vanity had passed, Heimdall felt that the way they phrased it was exaggerated.

The letter also attached a reference table of various indicators. Among them, the History of Magic course requires an O level (excellent, that is, full marks), and if his History of Magic grades are converted according to the Hogwarts grading standards, Probably an A—flying low, just passing.

This A average doesn't include the one who's out of order, he seems to be out of it all the time...

No wonder Victor suddenly asked to go to the Blue Cotton before, and even chose a tutorial book on the history of magic for him. Heimdall has reason to believe that his boyfriend has long been aware of the international Wizengamot's criteria for judging.