HP's Foreign Land

Already having the experience of taking off and landing last time, after the Sahara Bloodmane flew to the terrace of the Wizards Union, he didn't even need to look at the gestures of the guides, and dragged the carriage directly to the stable.Heimdall glanced through the glass window and saw that the big green garlic was also in the shed, burying his head in eating oats. The surrounding area was empty, and the closest Pegasus to the big green garlic was in another shed with a wooden plank , it can be seen that this uncle is also a domineering master, and Bloodmane has hit a hard point.

Then he discovered that the jade-colored Pegasus was not in the shed.

Could it be that Xuemane intends to take this opportunity to fight fiercely for his personal revenge?

Silently comparing the difference in stature between the two, Heimdall felt overwhelmed.

But right now he doesn't have the time to take care of Tianma's emotional entanglements, he himself is still very "entangled"!

Before getting out of the carriage, he quickly scanned through the copied things, and then slowly folded them and stuffed them back into his pocket.

While waiting for the elevator, he couldn’t help but take it out and read it again. As a result, he had just read a line when the elevator came. He closed his eyelids from the terrace to the sixth floor, but his eyes still stayed at the end of the line. Just opened it.

Heimdall put away the notebook sadly, not knowing whether his expression was too vivid, or his tragic aura was too strong.

Several wizards who were waiting for the elevator with him on the terrace silently patted him on the shoulders—at this time, the silence was louder than the sound, and a woman standing by the elevator door wished him good luck with a little restraint.

Heimdall immediately thanked them for their kindness, and walked out of the elevator with his chest held high.

It was the waiting area again. He had been sitting here waiting for the trial more than a month ago. Although he moved to the witness preparation room at the last moment, he still felt a sense of revisiting his old place.

I don't know how Mr. Black is doing in England now. Mr. Potter should be planning to move out of his uncle's house—even though he only met once, Heimdall still remembers Mr. Dursley with a loud voice.Sometimes it’s amazing to think about it. People who are related by blood don’t necessarily live a happy life when they get together. People who are not related by blood can be as close as a family living under the same roof.

While thinking wildly, a group of wizards walked over talking and laughing, and sat on the sofa chairs diagonally across.

Heimdall took out his pocket watch and found that there was still time, and he couldn't care about the literature and art that hurt the spring and autumn, so he took out his small book and seized the time to do the final sweep.

If he was like this in school, it would be a very normal scene. Every time before the big exam, his classmates would also be cramming like this. Even if they read one more letter for a second, it would be too much to read!Many students have this mentality before the exam.

But Heimdall is not in Durmstrang now, but in an office building, and it is also an office building of the International Federation of Wizards, which is said to have gathered the world's top elites. In other words, it is more eye-catching.

At least the eyes of the later group of elites were "stabbed".

They stopped talking at the same time, and looked at him frequently, with a bit of doubt, a bit inexplicable, and a bit of inquiry in their eyes.

This small group of elites consisted of seven people, six men and one woman. They were wizards who were going to enter the examination room with Heimdall today.

These people are all internal staff of the Wizarding Union, and they are also the backbone of the original department. Being able to stand out from nearly a hundred applications to take the exam here reflects the affirmation of their work ability by the superiors from another aspect. .

Taking a step back, even if the various departments push people out, even if they keep a hand, they won't be able to discredit themselves.

The seven people who are proud of the horseshoe disease also think so, and they are very determined.

They didn't know that there was an eighth person taking the exam with them today, and they didn't know that six years later, the International Wizengamot "made an exception" to recruit junior trainees, so they kept looking suspiciously at the sea from afar. Mdar, they couldn't understand why there was a boy on IW's territory who was muttering to the little book in his hand.

"Is there a trial today?" one of the dark brown-haired men wondered.

"The time for IW court sessions is fixed." The only female wizard said calmly. "It's past the trial time now. If there is a second trial, the court will start at [-] pm. When we came up, the notice board at the door was empty, which means that there is no trial today."

"Oh." The brown-haired man touched his nose in embarrassment, but he didn't notice anything.

Before the seven people had time to discuss this, the guard on duty today came over, and they quickly shut up.

The guard quickly glanced at them with his eyes, then glanced at Heimdall on the other side almost indistinctly, and said a little rigidly: "Please follow me."

The faces of the seven people froze, and a sense of tension arose in their hearts.

They looked at each other.

The guards didn't take them to the office area, but pushed open the chocolate-colored door and led them into the trial hall area.

When they entered the famous and legendary place, their hearts were filled with joy, but what greeted them was a moment of panic blindness.

Although the eyesight recovered quickly, the light was reluctant to appear.

A gust of cold wind burst out of the darkness, blew across his cheeks, stroked back silently, and disappeared into another darkness.

The gates on both sides are like beasts sleeping soundly one after another with lights on their backs, carrying disturbing commotion.

The dark purple curtain was attached lifelessly to the wall.

The seven of them shivered in unison.

The guard suddenly stopped and looked back. They rushed over quickly, but the guard didn't move immediately. He still waited for a while before moving forward.

Some of the seven turned their heads inadvertently, and immediately let out a soft cry.

"What's wrong?" His colleagues were puzzled.

"The kid was right behind us."

The other six people turned around quickly after hearing this, and they saw the child who was in the waiting area just now hanging behind them not too far away, still holding the small book in his hand, and still muttering What you are looking at is not affected by the gloomy surroundings.

The grown-ups couldn't help feeling a little ashamed when they saw this.

It turned out that the International Wizengamot opened a trial hall as an examination room. This trial hall is very small. Although the sparrow is small and complete, no matter its size, it is still a formal trial hall.This mini trial hall is only about [-] square meters, and there must be no room for a hundred judges.The Judgment Hall has a name that befits its size, Nightingale.The lamps of the chandeliers overhead are vivid nightingales.

The seven people couldn't help being in a good mood after viewing the simple and elegant interior decoration style. They didn't expect that IW would attach so much importance to this exam, and they all felt that their personal values ​​had been fully reflected.

"Mr. Sturlusson, please give me your things, and I will return them to you after the exam." The guard standing at the door said suddenly.

The seven people were extremely surprised when they heard this, and soon found that the child had also come to the Nightingale Hall, had already handed over the notebook to the guard, and was taking things out of his pockets.

The kid is going to take the test too?

The seven couldn't help but looked at each other.

... Sturluson?

The only woman among the seven showed a thoughtful expression.

***

Heimdall never thought about how the International Wizengamot prevents cheating. IW recruits people and IW writes the questions themselves. The education committee and the examination management committee may know some inside information, but they may not know more specifically.There is a saying that Heimdall deeply believes that in the wizarding world exam, especially the exam room is a relatively professional place, you must not have any chances, even if you hand in a blank paper, it is better than cheating.

Otherwise you will definitely regret it.

Anyway, he was very cooperative and took out all the things in his pockets. The corners of the guard’s eyes twitched a little—Heimdall felt that the mental outlook advocated by the IW special police force might be facial paralysis. The guard on duty in front of him was not It turned out that the cool guy who had a double-sided relationship.

When he stuffed large and small toffees wrapped in colorful candy paper into his hands, the guards stopped him calmly.

"These things don't need to be given to me."

Heimdall nodded, and stuffed the candy back calmly.

At this time, Rabat Fasi walked into the Nightingale Hall, and Heimdall picked a seat at random to sit there. Fasi glanced at him and said nothing, and Heimdall understood that this seat can be used blindly. .

There is no auditorium in the Nightingale Hall, except for the fixed positions of the defendant, the plaintiff, and the witnesses, the rest are all the judges' seats. After a quick glance, there are no more than twenty seats, which is more than enough for the examination of eight people.

Fassi stood on the opposite dock watching them, and the other seven people also found their favorite seats and sat down.

Sitting in the first row of the judge's seat, squinting his eyes at the judge's seat that was a few seats away from him in the middle, Heimdall couldn't help thinking about it, touched the small table in front of him, and wondered when we would be able to How about sitting down for a while? !

But now I have considered dry addiction, and it has more basis than brain supplements that don't know anything.

The excitement didn't last long, until the exam paper that belonged to him was handed out before him, and a bottle of black ink and a standard quill were also dropped on the table.

Heimdall grabbed the quill and wrote as soon as he caught the topic, anyway, the first page was about Charms.

Fassi in the dock felt happy, he hadn't started yet, he didn't even have time to announce the rules of the exam.

Maybe he still couldn't bear it. Strulusson, who knew nothing, thought that he was doing the exam papers for junior trainees. Fassi hesitated for a while, but did not stop him.

The seven wizards sitting behind Heimdall were even more puzzled. One of the men was sitting in the row behind Heimdall. Seeing that he was immersed in writing and forgetting himself, his curiosity was aroused, and he stretched his neck and looked forward vigorously.

Three empty seats away from him, the female wizard sitting on the right turned her head and glared at him, telling him to be quiet.

At the same time, Faxi Lang on the dock said, "The exam lasts four hours. Now that you have all the papers, let's start."

He didn't even bother to announce the precautions for the exam. All the people present here are adults. Oh, there is one minor, but they have "not paid attention" long ago.

The seven wizards tensed up when they heard this, and quickly bent over their desks to review the papers.

At this time, Heimdall felt ashamed to see others, so he just pretended to be stupid and continued to write down.

The Nightingale Hall quickly became quiet, except for the faint rustling sound that came into my ears, even my breathing was deliberately lightened.

Fassi randomly found an empty seat and sat for a while, then stood up and wandered around idly, the Nightingale Hall was only an inch small, there was no room to turn around, so Fassi bent over to the guard at the door and saw him holding a Looking at something, he pointed to the guard, and the guard told him in a low voice, "It belongs to Mr. Strulusson."

"Bring me a look." Faxi raised his chin, aiming at the small book in his hand.

The guard hesitated.

Fassi glanced at him, and the guard "handed in" the little book after struggling.

The first-level official crushes people to death.

Fassi took the small book and flipped through it casually. At first, he was really casual, and then the speed of turning the pages slowed down, and then he didn't move for a while. Finally, he turned to the first page of the book and read it carefully.

After an unknown amount of time, Fassi closed the notebook, but did not return it to the guard. Instead, he turned around and looked at Heimdall meaningfully. change.

Fassi suddenly looked forward to seeing Heimdall's answer sheet, but Heimdall didn't know that his "cheat sheet" had been exposed.

Fassi was "watching" Heimdall throughout the exam process, including the last two hours of anxiety and depression, and the last hour of distracted thinking.

He was the eighth to hand in the paper, and he showed the spirit of sitting in the examination room and surviving until the last second.

"This year's exam questions seem to be a bit more difficult..." He tried to strike up a conversation with Fasi when he was handing in the paper.

Fassi took away the test paper and smiled gently.

Heimdall had also memorized the questions for trainees. Even if he didn't understand the questions at the beginning because he was not familiar with the question types, he could always recall later. What he did was not the exam papers for junior trainees.

"The superiors asked us to increase the difficulty." Faxi said nonsense without changing his face.

Heimdall believed it to be true, and his understanding of this was that if a junior trainee was promoted to a trainee difficulty, the trainee difficulty would go to a higher level.

Heimdall suddenly felt very shocked, and mobilized all the people to make such a move, but the bamboo basket fetched water in vain.

Heimdall held back, but couldn't hold back, "What are the criteria for judging? What is the proportion of the first half and the second half?"

The first half is the topic of the "cultural class", and the second half is the professional topic related to the law.

"We are the International Wizengamot here." Fasi didn't answer him directly.

But that answer was enough, quite enough for Heimdall.

He nodded, then took his things from the guards, walked back a few steps before turning back, and solemnly announced to Fassi, "I will come again next year."

The expression of gritting his teeth with all his strength restrained made Fasi laugh.

Heimdall, who was in a negative mood, didn't notice that the things he brought back were missing one thing.

Several of the seven wizards who had been waiting at the door saw him coming out and wanted to go up to talk to him, but at the same time they found that his complexion was not good, his whole body was gray, and he looked devastated.After all, they were adults, and when they saw this, they immediately dismissed the idea, knowing that it was not a good time to introduce themselves, so they stood where they were and watched him leave.

As a result, all kinds of conjectures about him became more and more divorced from reality, and became more and more suspenseful.

The witch, who was not keen on chatting up, snorted shortly after witnessing their "failure", "He is the son of the Sturlusson family, so he is afraid that he has no connections, but you, are you not afraid of being misunderstood and climbing high?"

She was very disapproving of Heimdall's frustration and loneliness just now.

"Sturluson... the Sturluson family?"

The witch glanced at the colleague who asked the question, "How many Sturluson families are there in the wizarding world?"

None of the six men are good at paying attention to details, and they are skeptical about her statement.

"How do you know that child is from the Struluson family?"

The witch didn't bother to talk to them anymore, and strode out.

The six men looked at each other behind her.

At this time, Rabat Fassi walked out of the Nightingale Hall slowly, with a friendly smile of number one thousand and one on his face, he seemed to be well aware of the little commotion that happened just now, but he seemed to know nothing about it.