HP's Foreign Land

At the beginning of 2006, the news that the well-known Bulgarian Quidditch star Victor Krum was confirmed as the ambassador of the British Quidditch national team quickly became the headline of the month and occupied the front pages of major British newspapers.Naturally, this was the work of the British Ministry of Magic, which pioneered and was complacent. Among them, the "Daily Prophet", which is always based on the minister's will, contributed the most space.

That month, no matter where the British wizards went or whoever they met, they all held up the newspapers in their hands and ridiculed Krum for taking a ride in the UK, which became popular again. The old antique, relying on the whims of the decision-makers of the British Ministry of Magic, made a comeback.

These remarks caused serious protests from Krum's fans. If it weren't for the sincerity and low attitude of the British Ministry of Magic, with VK's status and international influence, it would be necessary to create momentum for the British Quidditch country. The team's appearance? !It's all those cats and dogs who can't get on the stage to catch up with VK's big gods to upgrade their apertures!Use more brains, less lip service, and show the temperament that a corrupt country should have!

The wizards in Bulgaria were particularly angry. The Bulgarian Quidditch national team did not invite VK to be the image ambassador. In fact, I have never thought of such a thing. You are so hypocritical when you are cheap to England!

You must know that before Victor agreed, in order to avoid hurting the feelings of domestic wizards, he deliberately conducted a domestic poll through the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic, and only accepted the British schedule after obtaining more than two-thirds of the votes.One of the reasons why the Bulgarian wizard agreed is that the work of this image ambassador is free of charge, that is, it is a free labor force for the UK. It aims to encourage young people to join the Quidditch sport, to carry out healthy competition, and to be in line with international standards. Engage in Quidditch diplomacy.

Don't take money for nothing, what a high level of awareness, Bulgarian wizards think that VK is doing charity, which has profound meaning, so most people like it.I don't think that the British don't regard "donations" as money, which is really outrageous. In this case, I won't donate!

The British Ministry of Magic is under a lot of pressure. A good thing almost caused an international dispute because of a few cheap people. The Bulgarian Ministry of Magic is very capable. He actually sent someone to ask whether the "donation" will continue...

What was originally a matter between the British Ministry of Magic and Krum himself suddenly rose to the level of a country-to-country dialogue, and it was still a disgraceful controversy.The government pays the bill for civil troubles, and the British Minister of Magic is always heartbroken.

Master Malfoy, who had nothing to do that day, passed by the minister's office on his way to soy sauce, and was caught by the minister with hawk-like eyes... once again he was entrusted with a heavy responsibility.

—————Excerpt from "Master's Career Line"

one,

Today's international Wizengamot judge-level regular meeting has two more participants. They are new faces in the judge team, the newly promoted judge Heimdall Strulusson, who is only thirty years old, and his assistant— - Jaw-droppingly young - Inquisitor Fiona.

Judge Sturlusson came to the meeting in a low-key manner, neither early nor late, and did not deliberately keep a distance from everyone, nor did he stand on the sidelines and stay out of it.Only the attitude was obviously different when facing Judge Hollingworth, which is understandable.His speed is just right, at least the veterans who have always had a good impression of him have not regretted voting for him to upgrade before; as for those who are friendly on the surface, they just sit quietly when they mutter a few words in their hearts and say some insincere polite words Now, no one would choose to have trouble with the new judge at this time today, because everyone knows that today's topic is destined to belong to young people.

The former chief of Gironde retired before the International Federation of Wizards in recognition of his outstanding contributions over the past few decades, and made a high-profile award at the International Conference to honor him with the title of honorary chief. This title was previously awarded to Professor Albus Dumbledore.Different from Dumbledore's game-playing nature, Gironde has definitely been in charge of IW. Even if all of IW—including his successors—are retired, no one dares to completely exclude Gironde from IW. Gironde's honorary chief Occasionally come to attend important meetings.

Today, the honorary chief came, and when his very representative slow figure appeared at the door, the wizards present were dumbfounded.

Before retiring, Gironde publicly stated that he was no longer obsessed with the previous high position, which was a heavy responsibility for the latecomers. He could finally put down the burden and enjoy his old age, and it didn't matter what time he wanted to get up and go to bed.

However, Gironde is here today, a normal routine meeting, the topic may not involve any international disputes or transnational crimes.

All the attendees looked at Heimdall Strulusson, who had been sitting obediently in the corner, in unison. The surprise on the latter's face was no different from that of others.

In other words, he didn't know before that the big guy's heart has been stabilized again.

Being high-profile is not a bad thing, especially when you have the capital to be high-profile, most people will give a good voice; once the high profile passes the threshold and becomes arrogant, it is easy to backfire.

The judges and their assistants arrived one after another. When the chief of Leeds came in, he smiled when he saw Gironde. The intimacy of the conversation between the two was obvious to all. Now no one doubts that the title of chief of Leeds has a wrong origin-as early as the inauguration of Leeds. It's self-defeating-it can be seen that the chief of Leeds knows Gironde's whim today.

The meeting unfolded in an atmosphere of eerie harmony.

According to the usual practice, the first is the staged work reports of the judges, and the problems to be solved in the various fields they are in charge of. The respective assistants added explanations, and then brainstormed again on the existing basis; again, the chief spoke, putting forward the disputes that were resolved in the past and the follow-up feedback, and then talking about the most important things that need to be vigorously resolved at this stage, etc...

After the above discussion is over, it's the chief assistant's turn to act next.Since IW is a member of the International Confederation of Wizards, the affairs of the Federation are common to all, so judges have to find time to discuss the propositions assigned by the International Confederation of Wizards in the regular meeting. This proposition is usually trivial, such as work The rating of the environment, the conflicts between the various agencies, whether the exchange and sharing of information is smooth, the cooperation with other agencies in the federation, and the floor decoration, etc.

The work of the chief assistant has been explained, you guys look at me, I look at you, waiting for the end of the meeting.

Wait, it looks like I forgot something important!

The new judge hasn't been assigned specific tasks yet, so he won't be able to speak in the first session, and even less so in the subsequent speeches. The new judge has been sitting so stupidly until now.

Liz rolled up the parchment, turned his gaze to somewhere, and said casually: "Let me introduce to you, the new member of the IW judge team——Judge Heimdall Strulusson. Memorize the introduction."

Hollingworth was the first to applaud, and the rest responded one after another, and they breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about the form of the new judge's welcome. Finally, it was the turn of the session, and everyone was inexplicably looking forward to it.

Heimdall stood up amid the applause of the crowd, bowed his head to his colleagues around him, with a businesslike smile on his face, plain and moderate but not wrong.Assistant Fiona couldn't just sit still, she got up and nodded with her boss.The uncles, aunts, grandparents present here looked at the two young faces and were filled with emotion.

"Adjourn the meeting." Chief Leeds was really neat.

Everyone didn't react, so it's over?Are you kidding me?What about the promised new speech?What about tears in your eyes?What about expressing your determination with the heart and brain painted on the ground?

The previous judges took the above-mentioned three bloody steps when they took office. At least newcomers were indispensable to speak. Now the whole province?

Everyone doesn't know how to face Judge Strulusson. Everyone is entitled to treatment, but it's embarrassing to him?

Those with big brains can't help but wonder if Heimdall offended Liz...

"Judge Hollingworth and Judge Sturluson, please stay," Liz said suddenly.

The attendees pricked up their ears.

Liz said again, "Please get ready, both of you, and join me and the honorary chief to attend the meeting above in half an hour."

What the hell!

What is the IW "Assembly above"?Holding a meeting on the Tianma parking lot?of course not!The General Assembly of the International Federation of Wizards, an international conference where the heads of various institutions organize and organize on behalf of their own institutions.

No wonder there is no need to make a generous statement, good things are waiting here!

But when everyone thought that the new judge had been the dog's leg of the two judges...they calmed down.

two,

【...I feel that I am becoming more and more sure of my guess, and I am becoming more and more curious. ] Mionier wrote in reply: "Although I did not find any relevant information in the books I could consult, my intuition tells me that your guess is correct."

[I hope so, please don't hold out too much hope. 】

Mionier wrote very pretentiously in his reply: "Life should be lived with various hopes, otherwise it will be meaningless."

Maybe his pretense succeeded, and the way his young female pen pal wrote the next letter gave him the feeling that she was happy—"I hope so," Mionnell told himself.

【...I went to my father's study to search again today, but unfortunately the book with similar information disappeared. I asked where the house elf books went, and they were borrowed by my grandmother.I'm really sorry...] "It's okay." Mionier tried to be disapproving in his reply, even though he felt extremely sorry for losing the opportunity to witness the book in person.He wrote in the letter: "There is no need to blame yourself, let alone because of me."

"It's a bit frivolous." Victor said and handed the letter back to Mionier, who snatched it back.

"The letter you wrote to Rieger was much more disgusting than this!" Mionier emphasized.

The master narrowed his eyes, "Why do you say that?"

The master is so difficult to deal with, he won't say "how do you know", won't he just admit it, so he used the trick of not being angry and threatening all over the world - others don't know, his son likes it very much , Immediately counseled.

"I guess..." Mionier muttered.

"Is it appropriate for you to compare the relationship between me and your little dad with you and your pen pal?" Victor felt that something was wrong from the very beginning, this little guy had a conspiracy.

"Could it be that the relationship was confirmed when you communicated with Rigg?" Mionier was not to be outdone.

Are you really ill-intentioned? !Victor was silent, how old is his son?He and Lige were 14 years old when they first met, and his son was definitely a puppy love!However, the master doesn't intend to care about it. According to the current contents of the letter and the analysis of the situation, it is likely that his son is hot, or his son has not yet warmed up.

The master was even more stable, "That girl's handwriting is very good."

Heimdall, who hadn't said a word, put down his quill and sat next to Victor, and heard Victor whisper in his ear, "And it looks familiar."

The two fathers looked at each other, their eyes were a little unpredictable.

"If there is a need, I am willing to help," Heimdall said.

"No," Mionier declined, confident in himself. "I want to solve it myself. I already know that the stinky bag is indeed a fairy craft..."

"It took more than three months to figure out something that I've heard about a long time ago. You are really a patient person." Big Papa, your middle name is Destroy.

Mionir grimaced, he didn't want to hurt people like this, he is now clear and sure that he is his own, whoever says he is not his own, he is in a hurry!

"Do you need me to copy President Nurem's mailing address for you?" Heimdall asked.

"No!" Mionir shook his head resolutely, and was discouraged after a second, "...I'd better make a copy just in case."

Victor snorted, not caring about his son's glassy heart, "Where's your little girlfriend? Don't hang around with her anymore?"

"She's not my little girlfriend, she's my pen pal!" For some reason, Mionier is always full of obsessive-compulsive obsessive-compulsive obsessive-compulsive obsessiveness about the correctness of the address, and no deviation is allowed.

"Why didn't you write to Mr. Doha?" Heimdall was puzzled, but because it was his son's own business, he didn't intervene.

Since the things are given by Doha, wouldn't it be over if you just ask me?

"I can't get in touch with Doha," Mionier was a little frustrated. Of course he contacted Doha, but the problem was that all the letters he sent to the other party disappeared without a word. "He may have gone on a trip. He said earlier that he likes to run around, and he spends a long time when he goes out. During the trip, he has no fixed place to live. Usually he has no specific plan, and he can go wherever he wants."

Tyrants are so capricious.

Heimdall stroked his son's head, "Let's put this aside, have you packed your luggage?"

"Okay." Mionir, who vowed to be a filial and good son, regained his strength, and threw himself on the younger dad while talking, but was grabbed by the collar by the older dad. Mionir gritted his teeth, the first-class Seeker is really cruel !

"Father, please save some life for the young latecomers. If you catch one again like this, you will be squeezed out by all the Seekers!" Mionier burst into tears.

The master dropped his collar, "I'm very old?"

Heimdall babbled at the master's small mouth, "In my eyes, you will never change."

The old man smiled coquettishly.

Feeling instantly squeezed into the world of single dogs by an invisible barrier again, Mionier got up and walked out without interest.

"Where are you going?" Heimdall called from behind.

"packing luggage."

"Isn't it packed?"

"That was cleaned by Sage, I will clean it up again myself."

Mionir really feels that his life is different and colorful. He is an elf who acts as the master’s assistant. It’s just the opposite here. Sage must supervise the whole process or check it afterwards, otherwise Sage will bring His great "surprises," and often not very welcome surprises.

three,

On the second day, a family of three plus a black cat got into a Citroen car, which started to fly into the sky and brought them to the venue of the Sugar Mouse Grand Prix.

This year, Tangmouse rented a modern office building. This office building is located in a busy downtown area at the other end of the sea, and the car of a family of three cannot travel across the ocean with the current transformation technology, so it directly drives to the local area. tasks for the secondary destination.In the letter distributed by the Sugar Mouse Organizing Committee to each contestant, there is also a sightseeing ticket. This ticket is prepared for the contestant's family and can only be used once.

The Citroen car was parked near the portkey storage place assigned by the organizing committee to Mionnier, and the letter said the doorkey was tied to a cat in a pet store.Dou Pod originally volunteered to be the key-finding ambassador. The thoughtful design of the organizing committee made Dou Pod useless. As soon as Mionier walked into the store, he saw the lucky cat facing the door. The door key was a pet collar with a corner missing. , hanging on the dangling arm of the lucky cat.

The Sugar Mouse Organizing Committee selected the venue to be held in the American continent. In order to ensure nothing goes wrong, Portkey first took them to a stationary cruise ship in the Atlantic Ocean, and then changed into the prepared Muggles on the cruise ship. Clothes, set off again from the cruise ship, and land in Wisconsin, USA.

The office building rented by the Sugar Mouse Organizing Committee is located in Madison, the capital of the state.

The family of three was quickly locked in by the staff of the organizing committee, and their unusual appearance was clear at a glance.They were taken to their destination by a wizard also in Muggle attire.The family of three behaved fairly calmly on the road, neither asking too much nor looking around too much. The staff had a pretty good impression of them.

The contestant families he is in charge of receiving today are more troublesome than one family. Some of them are probably the legendary Muggle phobic patients. They fell down and crushed them; or they talked endlessly that the car was going to hit them; and some wizards kept staring at the passing Muggle women in cool clothes, and they couldn't walk...

The staff said that they are very tired today.

The door of the Knights House made the staff very worry-free, so after arriving at the destination, the staff reminded them that it is best not to be too curious when choosing a house, and the more normal the name is, the more normal it is.

In order for Mionier to pass the next game time smoothly, the two fathers humbly accepted and sent grateful smiles.

The front hall of the office building is very luxuriously furnished, different from the grand appearance of modern buildings that are incompatible with wizards, the front hall is designed in the usual pattern of the wizarding world.

Heimdall looked at the noisy front hall and smiled, with various skin colors flashing in front of his eyes, and various languages ​​mixed in his ears—sugar mouse, here he is again.

Victor hugged the pod and smiled at Heimdall, who hooked Mionnier's shoulders and happily walked towards the reception desk.