HP's Foreign Land

"Sturluson!"

Heimdall stopped and looked back.

Percy Weasley looked here from the other end of the corridor, and found that he had heard his cry and responded, and hurriedly accelerated his pace, but due to the long distance, there were students coming and going in the middle, Percy It took some effort to get to Heimdall.

In fact, as long as he was not rampaging, no one would jump out and accuse him of violating school rules when he trotted all the way.

The classmate who was talking with Heimdall also waited for a while. Seeing that Percy was clearly in a hurry but still forced himself to take his time, he smirked twice, patted Heimdall on the shoulder and said goodbye.

Heimdall nodded, turning to Percy.

"Hello," Heimdall said.

Percy cleared his throat, "Did I bother you?" He was just seen talking to another student.

"What if I say yes?"

Percy's expression became unnatural, "That, that's really sorry..."

Heimdall touched his nose, "I'm just kidding."

Percy said "Oh" and fell silent.

"Is there something you want from me?" Heimdall didn't want to play the game of "I guess, I guess, I guess" with him.

Percy immediately lifted his spirits, "I heard that you plan to apply for the Wizengamot's apprenticeship?" After finishing speaking, carefully observe Heimdall's face.

It's a junior trainee, not a trainee, "Yes, I have this plan."

"I heard that trainees are very hard."

"Which job was the most difficult?" Heimdall smiled.

Percy also twitched the corner of his mouth, and said, "Don't you want to stay in the Icelandic Ministry of Magic to develop? I heard that Iceland's Wizengamot has a bright future."

"I heard" again, Heimdall thought he had heard a lot.

"Because the International Wizengamot is more suitable for me," Heimdall said calmly. "The entry age group for junior trainees is very low, so I want to try it myself."

"Junior trainee?" Percy's expression was a little strange.

"Yes, trainees can only apply for the exam after graduation. How can I be qualified?"

"I thought..." Percy stopped abruptly.

Heimdall looked suspiciously, and Percy immediately said vaguely: "Junior trainees only need to pass the exam..."

"That's right."

"Well, I see, I won't bother you anymore." Percy talked about some irrelevant topics, and left in a hurry.

Heimdall stayed where he was and looked at his back, feeling baffled.

"What does he mean?" When he met his boyfriend later, he told Victor about it.

Victor laughed after hearing this, "I guess he might want to use you to get a letter of recommendation to enter the British Wizengamot."

"Need a recommendation to apply for the Wizengamot?"

"Of course it is necessary. The Wizengamot's current staff is generally saturated, and the frequency of personnel turnover is very low. It is very rare to recruit new judges. Although the circumstances of the Ministry of Magic vary from country to country, the recruitment of judges is similar. The Wizengamots of each country need to be recommended by employees who work at the Ministry of Magic of the country or above, and the international Wizengamots need to be recommended by internal official judges, and it is not easy to enter the Wizengamot.”

Victor added, "Whether it is the Wizengamot of various countries or the highest international court, only junior trainees do not need to be nominated."

Heimdall was surprised when he heard this. He didn't know anything about it. He thought that he could just send a consultation letter and prepare for the exam just like he is doing now.

"As the only legal judicial institution in the wizarding world, the Wizengamot has very strict selection of personnel. All new recruits to the Wizengamot must start with the most basic civilian jobs. Some wizards sit in the trial in order to wear formal robes. The seats are so hard that their hair turns gray and there are no job transfers.”

In other words, even if you are outstanding and outstanding, as long as the number of judges in office is full and there are no shortages, you will have no chance of promotion, and you may stay in a civilian seat until you enter the cemetery.

Heimdall looked downcast, "It's so difficult, does that mean junior trainees don't have that kind of robes to wear?"

"Unfortunately, no." Victor found that his shoulders had collapsed, and couldn't help but said with a smile: "Apprentices can wear purple-red robes, but there is no golden letter pattern on the chest."

In other words, trainees belong to the informal establishment, while junior trainees are basically non-staff personnel, that is, "part-time workers", who do not enjoy the benefits and treatment of regular employees.

Heimdall expressed his dismay.

"How about it, changed your mind?" Victor's fingers slid on his cheek.

"Don't change it!" Heimdall shook his head. Is he such a "goofy" person? !

"I don't understand," Heimdall frowned. "If Percy needs a letter of recommendation, just tell me directly. Why did you make such a big turn?" In the end, he still didn't understand.

"Mr. Weasley doesn't know what you think." Victor's hand had slipped to his mouth.

Heimdall opened his mouth, and the finger slipped in, and the mouth closed subconsciously, holding the intruding "foreign object" in one gulp, rubbing his teeth on it like grinding his teeth, it looked vicious, but in fact it was just like It's like biting tofu, but there is no hard work.

The pulp of the index finger touched the soft and slippery tongue, and the tip of the tongue slid back and forth on the finger. As the hot air exhaled gradually became moist, Victor suppressed his smile, and his eyes became focused and deep.

He clasped Heimdall's chin with his left hand, took out his finger, put it in his mouth and licked it.

Some saliva was drawn out of Heimdall's mouth. Victor rubbed them slowly with the fingers of his left hand, then kissed the corner of his mouth densely, and then kissed Heimdall's mouth deeply.

"Let's have a taste..." Between the intense kisses, Heimdall uttered these words with great difficulty.

"Quiet." Victor said succinctly, and couldn't wait to stop Heimdall's mouth.

Their tongues entangled again.

I don't know how long it took, Heimdall felt Victor's hand dexterously pass through the layers of clothing, caressing his skin and nipples, Heimdall shivered sensitively, his scalp was a little numb, and then he realized that he had There were signs of erection, and he couldn't help clinging to Victor, rubbing against his body, so he blurted out between panting: "I'm impulsive!"

The charming atmosphere suddenly became depressed by two-thirds.

Victor buried his head in his neck, his shoulders twitching.

Like what her boyfriend often does, Heimdall reached out to stroke his hair, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I will be gentle."

Victor grinned for a while, then suddenly turned his head and bit Heimdall's neck. It was really vicious. Heimdall felt a pain in his neck, and he probably was bitten in his heart, but he was so sharp. Bite, and the energetic one below will gradually soften.

Isn't it said that once people are stimulated, they will be more excited?

It seemed that no matter how many years passed, he was a regular sexually.

In fact, if Victor did not follow the doctor's advice, he would not have any objections, let alone resist...

Thinking of this, Heimdall stroked his hair more gently.

***

When Amelia Bones, director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the British Ministry of Magic, walked into the mayor's office located in the Golden Cotton Complex, her footsteps were slightly slow——sitting on the single-seater sofa in the center of the office Igor Karkaroff looked over with a sinking face, and Director Bones forced himself to raise the corners of his mouth, and walked in with a smile on his face.

The three parties finished their greetings in a harmonious manner on the surface.

The old town mayor with a goatee and hair that is about to fall out tremblingly said that the ancient town of Kapok has been cared for by Durmstrang College since the day the town was established. Changes should be reported to the school, which is equivalent to the fact that underage children cannot solve problems independently and need to rely on their parents.

The lips are dead and the teeth are cold, and we are closely related.

In other words, if you have anything to do, just talk to the principal directly. If the German school turns to the east, Mumian Town will never dare to go west.

The smile on the face of Director Burns was almost unstoppable. If she remembered correctly, Kapok Town existed long before Durmstrang School was established. Trump, be good to the German school.

It's nothing more than trying to use this mountain to overwhelm her.

And before she came, the minister had repeatedly urged not to involve the German school, because Karkaroff was quite a troublemaker.

In the end, the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and before she had time to communicate with the mayor, the mayor pushed her out first!

"What we want to talk about is about the ancient town of kapok." Director Bones bit the "ancient kapok town" very hard.

After waiting for a long time, the old mayor suddenly came back to his senses, and said with a trembling voice, "Our town and the school are one." Then he continued in an inarticulate but strangely distinct word, "Old and old... ...I can't hear clearly...the reaction is slow too..." After speaking, he sighed sadly.

Director Burns really wanted to rush up and grab his goatee to see if he was really unresponsive.

The last time I came here to find out, I was clear-eyed and full of energy, how could I be dying after a few days of absence? !

Damn old fox!

Director Burns was really helpless, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and deal with Karkaroff, who had never said a word, with cold and sharp eyes.

Karkaroff spit out cold words with his beautiful round voice: "How many people did your company's police force dispatch for Mu Mian Town?"

When Burns heard this, his heart skipped a beat. Karkaroff really did not come here in a friendly manner.

"Sorry, I can't reveal."

Karkaroff said: "Since you have no sincerity, then I have nothing to be polite to. I ask you and your police force to get out of Kapok Town immediately. This is not England, and it depends on the place to be presumptuous!"

Bones' face was flushed with anger. Who was the one who was not sincere? All actions related to the police force were classified. As the top leader of the Law Enforcement Department, she couldn't let this kind of thing get out of her mouth.Karkaroff is the headmaster of the German school, but not the minister of the British Ministry of Magic. She doesn't have to answer every question. It's hateful that he took this opportunity to make trouble for no reason. He really can make trouble! ! !

This negotiation ended in disagreement.

Director Burns got up angrily, and before she walked out of the office, Karkaroff aggressively demanded that she immediately issue an order to the police force to cancel the operation-take back all the uninvited guests from the British Ministry of Magic.

Unexpectedly, Burns became uncharacteristically vague, and said some irrelevant words, implying that it was the minister's intention to dispatch the police force...

Karkaroff sneered twice at the right time, making Burns, the actual leader who seemed to be emptied by the top, feel ashamed, and finally fled in despair.

Someone probably helped out, and the worries stopped for a while, and the mayor, who was dazzled and deaf just now, became healthy again.

After chatting and laughing with Karkaroff, saying a few words of caring for each other that only they could understand the meaning of, and complimenting each other, Karkaroff said goodbye and left.

After a while, the mayor's assistant walked into the office and said anxiously, "Is this okay with us? Will we offend the British Ministry of Magic?"

Not to mention a powerful government organization like the British Ministry of Magic, this border town might not be able to offend even the most ordinary wizards with a little background.

The mayor said calmly: "At the beginning because of Grindelwald, the 'victims' in the International Federation of Wizards quarreled and did not do anything to our town. In the end, we could only razed Sunflower Manor to the ground. Flat ground, as a 'scapegoat' to vent our anger. All we have to do is hug the big tree of Durmstrang, and we will follow wherever the German school wants to go."

On the other hand, Karkaroff went to Katenen immediately after returning to school, and reported on the situation of the meeting today, with a bit of elation in his words.

"Unfortunately, the director of the Legal Enforcement Department is not Barty Crouch anymore." Karkaroff felt that this was a pity. If he faced the old Barty, he would definitely be more rude than what he said today. Bo Ensi is a lady after all, and he has no enmity with him, so I still save some face for her.

Karkaroff has no affection for Barty Crouch at all. He always thinks that guy is a sanctimonious hypocrite. The reason why Karkaroff was able to avoid escape from prison was because he was instigated by Crouch to betray him. The other Death Eaters, they later came to an agreement that Crouch would find a way to exonerate him as long as he revealed the list of all the Death Eaters he knew at the trial.

Karkaroff knew how many weights he had. It turned out that he was not a good person, and he didn't think he was a good person. He never put any labels related to "justice" and "kindness" on himself.It is because of this that he has a very dislike for government agencies such as the British Ministry of Magic, and the highest level of dislike is the former director of the Department of Law Enforcement.

He is obviously not a good guy, and he claims to be honest and just, so every time he thinks of Crouch's face, he feels uncomfortable.

"You are really ungrateful." Katenin smiled after hearing this. "If you want to be free, of course you have to exchange something of equal value. Mr. Crouch needs your information to realize his career dream, and you need his rights to help you get rid of your crimes. You hit it off, you love me, what? Now that it’s all right, you’re blaming others for their hypocrisy?”

Karkaroff shut his mouth in embarrassment.

Katenin didn't change his face, and turned a blind eye to his embarrassment, but he changed the subject, "The British Ministry of Magic did not follow the normal process. It is indeed their fault. You can be more justified."

Karkaroff nodded immediately, that's right, in fact he didn't think it was enjoyable enough.

Katenen thought to himself that Karkarov was not the material for this. The mayor of the ancient town of Kapok is just a good old fox, and he quietly turned all the blame on Durmstrang, regardless of the matter. What will be the final result, the biggest victim must be their Kapok town, and their principal is more than a little younger than that one.

Looking at the smiling Karkarov, Katenin reminded, "The matter hasn't been resolved yet, why are you so happy!"

Karkaroff's smile froze for a moment, and he immediately said anxiously: "Yes, the police force has not withdrawn yet."

Katenen is a little strange, why doesn't this guy care about the situation of Sirius?Didn't someone report seeing him in Kapok Town?

"Even if Sirius Black kills all the wizards in Cotton Town, it's none of my business!" Karkaroff said naturally. "As long as he doesn't come to Durmstrang, I will issue a ban on students from going out tomorrow!"

Katenin sighed, he really deserves to be a former Death Eater.

"The next thing we have to deal with may be the pressure from Azkaban." Katenen pondered.

Karkaroff swayed violently, suddenly made a bitter face, and felt a gust of cold air drill into his skin for no reason.

Dementors...