HP's Foreign Land

It is very unfortunate that there is no one in the research room. No, it should be said that the staff in the research room are not at their posts. When Heimdall entered, he saw two wizards from other departments sitting behind two chairs. Been waiting for a while.

One of the two people who came before him was Miss Adeleia Firing who was assigned to the filing office, and the other was also one of the trainees admitted this time, one of the six men.

Heimdall thought hard for a long time, and finally remembered his last name when the other party greeted him.

"... Mr. Martin."

The other party smiled slightly and shook hands with him, "Val Martin."

Heimdall smiled sarcastically, obviously the other party had seen his hesitation.

Heimdall remembered him because he later remained in the OIG as a subordinate of Rabat Fasi.This person has a medium appearance, speaks in a leisurely manner, and has a soothing magic power, which makes people ignore the sense of distance. Such a person is perfect for working in the "Personnel" department.

Heimdall suddenly thought, could it be that Mr. Faxi assigned them jobs based on their personal strengths or personality traits?For example, Ms. Film, who has outstanding ability, entered the case filing office where even the judges sharpened their heads to drill in. Mr. Martin, who was born with the ability to "fool" stayed in the supervision and inspection office, and he himself looked prematurely aging?So you entered the rotating chief's office?

Heimdall looked around and stood in the corner by the door.

Martin said, "Find a place to sit. I don't know when they'll be back." He pulled up a chair.

Heimdall thanked him and sat down.

Miss Feilin kept looking down at the file in her hand without raising her eyes. She seemed to be concentrating on it, but she didn't turn the pages.

"Are you here to deliver materials?" Martin saw the parchment in his hand.

It's not easy to make mistakes in the research laboratory, so let's spread it to everyone, Heimdall said vaguely.

Mr. Martin is worthy of being in charge of personnel affairs, he smiled, and didn't ask any further questions with a wink, Heimdall expressed his admiration for his tact and sophistication in his heart.

They chatted one after another, and Martin was very good at chatting, and when there was almost no silence, he could always find a new starting point before the conversation was about to end.When Heimdall came to his senses, he realized that he had been talking all the time, even though he was talking about irrelevant topics, he couldn't help but secretly became vigilant, and he was no longer as knowledgeable as before. .

After a while, Martin took out his pocket watch, looked at it, stood up, and said to Heimdall and Miss Filming, "I still have work, don't wait, Miss Filming, please deliver a message for me when they come back."

Ferrin finally raised his head and nodded to him.

As soon as Martin left, the huge office suddenly fell into silence.

The decoration style of the research room is similar to that of the rotating chief office. Perhaps for the sake of uniform style, the offices in IW are all of this type.However, it looked messy, with documents and books piled up everywhere, but the ground was relatively clean, slightly better than the supervision and inspection office I saw for the first time.

Heimdall took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and found that staying here was a waste of time, since he couldn't wait for anyone, then come back later, he was still thinking about the precious manuscripts in a reference room.

Or, Heimdall thought hesitantly, he also asked Miss Ferring to bring a message to him?It seemed that the lady hadn't moved at all.

"Sturlusson." Unexpectedly, he was the first to talk to him.

Heimdall looked at her and saw her smiling at him. This was the first time Heimdall saw her smile.

So Heimdall smiled too.

"Are you here to deliver materials?" Felin asked the same question as Martin, and Heimdall couldn't believe that she didn't hear anything just now.

"That's it."

"What kind of information is it?" Filin asked again.

Heimdall glanced at her, and found that she seemed very interested, staring at him intently, and smiling.

There is a saying "reach out and don't hit the smiling face", mainly because it is difficult for ordinary people to do this when facing a smiling face.

"It's the information sent by the research office to the rotating chief office." Heimdall said.

Miss Feilin's smile froze for a moment, then eased a little, and said, "What is it about?"

"About history."

Feilin pursed his lips, "Has the stage work summary of the filing office been sent over?"

"Yes." It's on his desk.

"How's the evaluation?" Ferlin asked eagerly.

When Heimdall saw it, he wondered, could it be that she wrote the summary?

"do not know."

Miss Feilin frowned dissatisfied, and asked again, "There should be no problem with the approval, right?"

Heimdall became more and more sure that the summary was written by her, "I think it should be fine."

Miss Feilin smiled, looked at the parchment in his hand, and said meaningfully: "What you are holding should be the work summary of the research laboratory. Did the higher-ups ask them to rewrite it?"

Heimdall said: "I will do whatever the chief tells me to do."

Miss Ferring seemed to be more and more certain of her thoughts, and she praised Heimdall as a good boy without hesitation. Heimdall wanted to cast aside her dark mind, but no matter how she heard her words, she was insincere.

He simply accepted all her compliments calmly.

"Do you have something else to do?" Miss Ferring suddenly put on the airs of a big sister and whispered to Heimdall.

Heimdall hesitated for a moment, and the thought just came up again.

His hesitation was fully observed by Feilin, so he said to him: "Give me the summary, and I will pass it on for you."

Heimdall was still hesitant, "I'll come back later."

"Your office closes at 04:30, and there is a deadline for submitting the work summary. Now you are required to rewrite it. What if it is delayed?"

"Where are the people in the lab?" Heimdall asked.

"Go to the interrogation office." Ferlin suddenly withdrew his smile, "Sturlusson, do you look down on me?"

"No." Heimdall said affirmatively, in fact he felt the opposite.

"I want to express my kindness, why do you keep refusing it again and again?" Miss Feilin said with a serious face.

Heimdall felt that she was just treating herself like a child, and her tone of voice and demeanor were typical of dealing with minors.

Heimdall looked at her for a moment, until he looked away unnaturally and put the parchment in her hand, "Then I will trouble you."

Filin stared blankly at the parchment in his hand, unable to react.

"Let me tell you something." Heimdall directly dragged the chair across from her.

Miss Ferring was even more uncomfortable.

Heimdall turned a blind eye, unfolded the parchment with her hand with a smile, and pointed to the mistakes on it to correct them one by one.Miss Ferring didn't take his words seriously at first, but her eyes changed when she heard it, and in the end she had to pick up the quill pen on the desk beside her to directly record what Heimdall said.What Heimdall said is too complicated, and I can’t remember it after listening to it once, and the mistakes are scattered, some of which are as small as misspelling letters. Of course, she will never let herself open her mouth and let him repeat it many times .

In the end, Heimdall also asked Felin to tell the research office that there was a mistake in their transcription of the materials.

"All of this...you discovered it?" Even though she asked, Miss Ferring obviously didn't believe it.

Heimdall said calmly: "I do this a lot in school."

"doing what?"

"Find faults for others."

***

When he returned to the office that day, he reported the situation and told Gironde that he hadn't found anyone, so he handed over the work summary to Miss Adeleia Firing of the filing office who volunteered to forward it for her.

After hearing this, Gironde just said "Understood" lightly, and didn't mention anything else.

The next afternoon, when the new work summary written by the research office was handed over, Gironde still handed it over to Heimdall. This time Heimdall read it very quickly because the new work summary was exactly the same as the original one. Corrected all the mistakes in it.

There was really nothing wrong with it. Heimdall signed his name with great pressure. He wrote every stroke very carefully. After writing it, he admired it several times. ...".

When it was handed in, Judge Gironde asked, "Is there no movement in the laboratory?"

Heimdall didn't quite understand.

Gironde said again, "You have the key to the reference room, didn't they come looking for you?"

"No."

Girond raised his eyebrows, and threw the rewritten report from the laboratory that Heimdall handed in to the shelf.

Heimdall turned a deaf ear to the outside of the window again, and rushed to the reference room.

When I participated in the staff meeting for the second time, the work summary of the research office was sent back to be rewritten, and the judge who presided over the meeting used it as a negative example. Feeling, the rotating chief office will return the work summary?Isn't the office always "only in and out"?

In addition to derogation, this conference also has corresponding praise.

One person was commended in front of the entire IW staff, not Heimdall, but the "middleman" Miss Adeleia Firing.

Because the research office corrected its own mistakes based on her error-correcting manuscript, the research office of "Zhi En Tu Bao" did not forget her credit, and mentioned it to the Supervision and Supervision Office, and this credit was recorded on Ms. Feilin's head up.

Sitting in the last row, Heimdall clapped his hands as enthusiastically as the people next to him.

Miss Feilin showed a shy smile when receiving the applause from everyone. This shyness softened the aggressiveness between her eyebrows and eyes, making her look a little more beautiful. The only flaw is that for some reason, her eyes are a little stiff, as if she is afraid of bumping into something. Keep staring in one direction.

***

As the start of school was approaching day by day, Heimdall took the time to tidy up the reference room, and finally packed all the materials on the bookshelf in order before the start of school, and neatly piled up the rest that were not enough to fit in a corner.

When he happily returned the key, Gironde took out a small badge from the drawer and handed it to him.

Heimdall took a look in his hand. It was a silver badge of the IW Balance, about two fingers wide and three to four centimeters long.

"This is..." Heimdall looked at Girondt.

All the grandparents in the room looked at him cheerfully.

Gironde said with a smile on his face: "I remember you said that you liked our robes very much. Unfortunately, rules are rules. Junior trainees cannot wear uniform robes. This badge can more or less prove that you are from our IW."

Is this an affirmation of him?

Heimdall thanked excitedly.

"Put the badge on next time you come, this is the only one..." Before Judge Sgroy finished speaking, Heimdall had already put it on quickly.

The room full of judges laughed.

Thinking that he would start school the next day, and his appearance at IW might have to be postponed until the summer vacation, Judge Sgroy took him to the courtroom when the court session was held in the afternoon and asked him to take notes beside him.This trial was delayed for a long time because of the inmate's non-cooperation. It was a case of crossing the border and mutilating Muggles serially. The trial was nothing more than a formality under the circumstances of conclusive evidence.

Heimdall, who was recording next to him, felt that he had benefited a lot from different angles. As soon as he sat on the side of the trial bench, he immediately felt a detached feeling of being condescending and watching from the sidelines.

When the trial was over, he left the packing notes, and Judge Sgroy went ahead.

When he went out, the people were almost gone. The corridor with insufficient light was windy and very cool. He took out his pocket watch to check the time, and found that it was almost six o'clock, and the last department of the Wizarding Union was "closed".Just as he was about to speed up his pace, a series of hurried conversations passed by his ears. He raised his eyes and saw a door of a trial hall opened a crack, and the voices came from inside.

There was a man standing outside the door, and upon closer inspection, it was Val Martin.

I wanted to sneak past it, but the road is so wide and it is the only way to pass. Val Martin also found him early in the morning, made a silent gesture to him, and pulled him over to listen to the corner together. .

Inside the door were the few trainees huddling together. Heimdall felt very strange. Isn't Mr. Martin also one of them? Why are these people inside and he is outside alone?

The voices inside the door did not stop, and everyone was expressing their feelings and speaking freely.

Heimdall listened for a while, almost complaining about the unsatisfactory new job. Even the capable woman Heimdall thought was capable had a lot of opinions on her boss, Judge Hollingworth. Listening to what she said, she I suspect that Hollingworth either suffers from severe perfect obsessive-compulsive disorder, or has opinions on her. No matter what she does, she always dislikes her. Even the most common form will be picked and picked, etc...

Mr. Martin left with Heimdall before he finished listening to the corner.

After leaving the area of ​​the courtroom, Heimdall couldn't help but look at Martin, who looked normal. Martin suddenly turned to him and said, "You actually discovered the mistakes in the laboratory, right?"

Heimdall froze for a moment, did not answer his question, but exchanged courtesy: "Aren't you friends with them?"

"'Friend'? What a definition of luxury." Martin laughed mockingly, and said, "The relationship between the few of us is not that close. Take me as an example, I didn't know them at first."

Heimdall hesitated for a moment and asked, "Why did you hide outside and listen to them?"

Martin was very calm, "Get used to it as a professional."

Heimdall was puzzled.

"I used to be on the Pest Advisory Regulatory Board and I'm used to keeping an eye on who I work with," Martin said.

Work object?Those trainees?

With this doubt, Heimdall ended his short internship career and temporarily bid farewell to the International Wizengamot.

After the start of school, he received an evaluation notice from the International Wizengamot. The Chief Office on Duty spoke highly of him. He got an excellent grade. Martin.

Heimdall suddenly realized that he was also one of the objects under surveillance.