HP's Foreign Land

The door of the locker room was pushed open, and Rabat Fassi smiled when he saw the person walking in, "Good morning!"

Hollingworth nodded expressionlessly, "Good morning." He went straight to his locker, opened the door, took off his coat and robe, and put on the fuchsia robe representing the International Wizengamot.

If you look carefully, you can find that behind the golden "W" embroidered on his chest, there is a layer of silver-gray pattern, a simple scale, which only appears on the robe of the judge.

This balance is not completely fictitious. It used to be a real thing. It was a spiritual symbol at the beginning of the International Wizengamot. It was used to symbolize absolute justice and fairness. It was made by goblins with outstanding craftsmanship. silverware.This scale has been placed in the Hall of Trolls in the International Wizengamot, and has since disappeared.According to historical records, it disappeared in the [-]th century. Later, some wizards suggested that the time of its disappearance coincided with the time of the second goblin rebellion, and it was likely that it was secretly taken away by goblins.Of course, this statement has never been proven. The goblins do not admit that they take other people’s things. In the eyes of the goblins, only wizards are so despicable and shameless. They use things made by goblins and pass them down from generation to generation without spending money. If they really took the balance away, they just want to get back what belongs to them.

Because there is still no conclusive evidence to prove that the goblin is guilty, the balance is nothing, and the International Wizengamo never asked the goblins to rebuild a new one. They spent a lot of money to make something but it was not their own. Values Differences in size have taught the International Wizengamo to be wary of them.

This is how the balance pattern on the robe was born, but the scale still has a sense of rank and order, and it will not be embroidered for you unless it is a judge.

A gleam of jealousy flashed in Fassi's eyes.

Hollingworth has just turned 40 this year, and he is already a judge, but he himself is in his fifties, but he is still stagnant in the position of judge, which is unbalanced by individuals.Fortunately, Fassi is unbalanced and unbalanced, but he will not blindly dig into the horns. Hollingworth's work performance is there. If he works so hard, he can be promoted to a judge at the age of 40.

Looking at Hollingworth's silvery hair and nasolabial folds that are still obvious even when he is serious, Fassi thought it was no wonder that people in the union thought they were the same age.

Fassi didn't let himself think about it anymore, and turned to him and said, "How is the exam paper grading going?"

I heard that the seven staff recommended by various departments were very good this time. When handing in the paper, Fassi looked through it. There should be no problem. He is concerned about the child's grades now, and he still keeps the small book at hand.

"It's all right," Hollingworth said.

That means there is no problem, Fasi couldn't help asking in a low voice, "How is Strulusson's grades?"

Hollingworth paused unnaturally, and there seemed to be a flash of anger on his expressionless face. When Fassi saw it, he couldn't help but said, "You don't know how to avenge yourself?!"

The incident of Hollingworth's Pegasus being kicked has been circulated up and down the Wizarding Union, and many people secretly expressed their joy. It can be seen how dishonest the horse is in normal times, and many Pegasus have been bullied by it. Pass.

Hollingworth simply raised that Pegasus horse as his son, even if he heard any rumors, he would turn a blind eye and close his eyes, because there had been no substantial damage and no one had come to his door so far, so the horse died that day. Being pampered became more and more arrogant.Now suddenly a Pegasus horse was born out of the sky to "eliminate violence and bring peace to the people". The owners of the Pegasus horse who had been bullied all wanted to hug the hero's neck and kiss him or her.

I don't know if the Pegasus horse was really kicked out of any good or bad. I haven't seen Hollingworth ride in the carriage again recently, and went directly to the fireplace instead.

Hollingworth glanced at him with a sharp look in his eyes, but Fassi was used to it and didn't take it seriously at all.

Seeing that he didn't write any more, Fasi couldn't help asking again when the two walked out of the locker room, "I've read the papers he wrote, and judging by his age and zero work experience, they are pretty good."

"How much did you charge him?"

Fassi was startled when he heard this, and his face sank immediately, "Say it again?" At this time, the gap in life experience was revealed. No worse than a 12-year-old judge.

There was a trace of annoyance in Hollingworth's eyes, and Fassi still stared at him intently, until he bowed his head and apologized before smiling again.

"Look at this." Fassi took out a small notebook from his pocket, as if nothing had happened just now, and smiled without any gap.

Hollingworth took it, but he felt uncomfortable, so he opened it in a face-saving way, and then frowned quickly.

Fassi said casually: "I know that the titles of previous years are normal. If we really wanted to keep it secret, we shouldn't have published it in the supplement of "Unforgivable Law."

Hollingworth looked up at him. "I didn't say anything."

Fassi smiled and said, "I'm overthinking." He added, "You can compare the answers to the exact same questions. You can memorize the answers verbatim, which shows that it took a lot of effort." The blank space of the book is densely written, and it is divided into several languages, and there are even simple pictures. After reading this book, it is clear what kind of mentality the child has for this exam.

"I really think now that you were paid."

This time Fassi said calmly, "What's the use of money? The only person who can buy me is the position of judge."

Hollingworth stuffed the book back into his pocket, "The first half is well done, but the second half is unsightly."

"It indirectly shows that the person who asked the question was too narrow-minded."

Hollingworth rolled his eyes, yes, he was the one who asked the question.

Fassi said: "Junior trainees can be dismissed at any time. Anyway, you already have someone you like. After the child comes in, it has nothing to do with you. Since it is not linked to your job, it will not hinder you. If you I don't want to see him, I will assign him to another office when the staff is assigned."

Hollingworth expressed helplessness, "You have already thought about it..."

"When those old guys heard that someone applied for the junior trainee exam, and they were still children, they were all very excited, saying that they hadn't come into contact with such a fresh seedling for a long time, and they had already sent a message, saying that they would send the new seedlings directly when they came in. Go to their office."

Hollingworth nodded when he heard that, "That's okay, the rotating chief office is no different from the retirement office. Even if he quits halfway through, it won't delay our work."

Fassi laughed, "That is to say..."

"Well." Hollingworth interrupted him quickly, striding forward. "I'll think about it again."

Fassi was speechless.

***

Ryan pushed open the door of the experimental research room, poked his head in, and called out excitedly, "Rig."

At this time, Heimdall was fighting against the history of magic under the guidance of Victor. As for the law, he had already planned to buy books on this subject. Although Victor knew more about this aspect than him, after several After a hundred years of innovation, the laws of the wizarding world have long been different from the original ones, so Victor can't help much.

Victor especially likes to watch Heimdall do the questions, especially when he is not good at the subject, the expression, the demeanor, not to mention how lively and interesting, Victor can never get tired of watching it, and finds it very interesting.

Little did Heimdall know that his entanglement had become a hobby of his boyfriend.

Ryan's yelling interrupted Victor's wonderful process of savoring pleasure, even though his face didn't reveal the slightest bit of unhappiness, Ryan still felt a little cold and inexplicably guilty for a moment.

"Is something wrong?" Heimdarch asked.

It's lab time now, and Li An is a good student who loves to participate in interest groups, so he rarely runs around during this time period.

Rian carefully avoided any angle that might see Victor Krum, stared at Heimdall closely and said: "Our head has got a new kind of racing broomstick, and everyone is going to test drive it. Do you want to go with us?"

Heimdall thought for a while and said, "Is the broom your own, or is it the public property of the broomstick research laboratory?"

"It's okay, it's okay, you're too out of touch." Knowing that he doesn't like to owe favors, and fearing that he won't show up in the future, he emphasized with a smile, "It's our director who asked me to come to you, and I want to invite someone from the experimental laboratory. Mr. Stuluson, let's go for a broom."

Heimdall laughed loudly, picked up a thick and long stick that had not been opened by the desk, and said, "Okay, I'm going to see what treasures your room chief brought back."

"You're also holding a broomstick?" Rian is now very interested in things about the broomstick.

"The new product just sent by Xingyun just happened to go for a stroll together."

After Heimdall finished speaking, he looked at Victor, and without waiting for Victor to say anything, Rian interjected, "Our room chief also notified the school team, because we want to borrow the Quidditch field, Krum can go and have a look together .”

Victor stood up.

The heads of the two experimental research laboratories quit, and called out pitifully, "Director...we..." They were still fighting with the wand. The head of the wand research room had already come to urge him once, and Heimdall hesitated for a moment. , decided to let them go together, as for those wands, forget it, he will do it himself when he comes back.

When they arrived at the Quidditch field, they found that there were many people standing in the center of the field. The legendary broom was currently being held by Duncan. Everyone in the school team, regardless of whether they were new or old, was full of enthusiasm and admiration. It looked like the members of the broomstick research room were talking to the members of the school team, and there were many students sitting in the auditorium around them.

Heimdall has seen the broom from a long distance. Looking at the beautiful curves, the selection of materials with excellent texture, and the excellent hand-polishing, it is very sure that it must be used at a price of 100 to 50 gold galleons per 60 ml. Varying diamond polishes to be treated.

I have to say that this broom is the most perfect competitive broom that Heimdall has seen so far. In the field of flying brooms, especially in the field of competitive brooms, various design masters put great emphasis on the overall flow of the broom. Line shape, the more precise the line, the higher the balance and precision of the broom flight.

This broom must fly very fast, and Heimdall thought of the champion broom designed in the sugar mouse contest. Judging from the appearance alone, the champion broom is more or less similar to the one in front of him.

In other words, the design concept of the design champion is actually quite advanced. No wonder he is so proud. At that time, Heimdall was not familiar with broomsticks and could not penetrate the subtleties. Looking back now, the No.1 is indeed well-deserved.

"How is it, Sturlusson?" The broomstick research room raised the broomstick in its hand, and dared to make two moves at once.

How rich and powerful, Heimdall sighed secretly, among other things, the broomstick treated with diamond polish is definitely not ordinary.

"It's not designed by you, why are you so proud of it?" Because everyone is familiar with it, Heimdall vomited boldly.

"Why are you so annoying." The head of the office opened his mouth and responded without any ties with him.

Heimdall laughed and raised his broom, "Yes, yes, mine is definitely not as good as yours. Tsk tsk tsk," he ran over to touch the broomstick in his hand lewdly Touching it, "This must not be cheap." It seems that the gold gallon can be wiped out with just a few more rubs.

When the director of the broomstick research office saw it, he said dumbfoundedly: "It must be more expensive than the one in your hand." Then he said, "Would you like to try it?"

To be honest, Heimdall is not very interested, because it is very fast. In fact, he is more enthusiastic about household brooms, because household brooms are more pragmatic in his opinion, just like the difference between racing bicycles and civilian bicycles. Ordinary people will of course buy a civilian bicycle that suits them and rides comfortably.

Probably seeing Heimdall's hesitation, Victor said with a smile, "Can I try?"

The room chief's eyes lit up, "I can't ask for it." Immediately, he offered it with both hands.

Heimdall found that there was a hand-engraved registration number on the front of the broom handle, so he sighed in his heart, this thing is indeed not affordable for ordinary people, it is too high-end.

"This broom is called a Firebolt?"

"You know?" The head of the broomstick research office expressed shock at his well-informed.

Heimdall rolled his eyes at him, and then said: "This broomstick came out in the middle of this year, and I subscribed to "Traveling with the Broomstick" this year."

"Then I don't need to talk too much."

As soon as the words fell, Victor rode the broom and rushed out. The students around him cheered excitedly because of the thrilling moment, while Heimdall silently watched the path that was flying in the sky. The speeding figure was speechless for a while.

"Why don't you speak?" The head of the broomstick research room found it strange that he was suddenly silent.

"Acceleration to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds."

"Yes, you understand quite well."

Heimdall couldn't help feeling daunted, and murmured, "I think I'll get motion sickness nine out of ten times. Fortunately, not all 'bicycles' are at this speed..."

"what?"

Heimdall didn't speak anymore, touched the broom in his hand, and thought to himself, let's use cheap ones, at least it can save money on buying motion sickness medicine.

After returning from the test drive, Victor told Heimdall, "It's very fast, but very stable, and the speed of getting started is faster than expected. No wonder our coach also intends to buy a batch."

Heimdall nodded repeatedly, thinking that this was a very good idea, and immediately forgot about the "motion sickness" just now.

***

About that exam, my friends avoided talking about it intimately, and Heimdall gradually forgot about it. Even if I recalled it occasionally, it was no longer full of anger, but a kind of ironic helplessness—including letting him eat Missed two meals of fruitcake and the Pegasus Revenge event.

His life is still as normal as before, the only slight difference may be that his History of Magic grades have made a historic breakthrough, Professor Manko put aside his reserve to make fun of him in order to make his History of Magic grades even higher. First floor, he should take this kind of exam a few more times before he loses his name.

Heimdall said he was hurt.

Then someday.

He thought that there was no hope for the junior trainee exam, but suddenly there was an answer. The letter informing him of his acceptance was sent to the school before Christmas. Heimdall was surprised and happy when he received the letter, and at the same time, he was a little panicked— —Thinking of that Mr. Judge with the corner of his mouth down.

Occasionally, he would meet Sahara Bloodmane in front of the school's bell tower. The Equatorial Pegasus couldn't stand the cold, and spent most of his time in the greenhouse specially designed for it to imitate the tropical climate.The blood-maned horse was as heartless and arrogant as ever, and it seemed that he didn't remember the unlucky big garlic, so every time he saw it, Heimdall felt indescribably envious and jealous.