HP's Foreign Land

The dark clouds are crumbling in the sky, the wind is blowing and the wind is blowing, and the ice is like a broken bamboo, and the spring is gone.

The magic of the Queen of Eternal Calamity covers the sky and the sun, just like the dull black dress, driving away the light, puncturing wishes and taking away hope, leaving people with suffocating haze and endless night.

The queen's laughter echoed across the trembling ground.

The flames of the knight burst out of the air, piercing the cold and driving away the frost, like a morning star in the sky, bringing the light of hope.

Light and darkness collided fiercely, and the surrounding scenery overlapped with layers of waves in the cyclone struggle, and disappeared in an instant.

The confrontation between justice and evil, the war is imminent.

"OK! Next game!"

The wizards shrouded by the camera lenses instantly relaxed and walked aside one after another. The workers in charge of setting up the scene swarmed up, and the devastation everywhere was replaced by the little freshness of the next scene.

The shooting location is bustling and busy, and various objects are flying around or in the sky, and you will be caught if you don’t pay attention.

Heimdall dragged his outrageously long skirt and was fiddled with. The makeup artist quickly fixed his makeup and turned to serve other characters.Heimdall, who had no opportunity to perform for the time being, found a place to sit down to pass the time, while the justice representative, Lord Knight, was capturing a few close-up shots of bravery, which were about to be thrown away by the chief director.

Today's filming was really tiring and ridiculous, with blood pouring out one after another. The two leading actors were worried that Quidditch fans would not be able to handle it, and they would turn from fans to blacks.

The competition for the venue of the European Cup final between the UK and Iceland has reached a fever pitch. The campaign teams of the two sides have been fighting with each other to create a sense of presence. The British Ministry of Magic complained about Iceland, which insisted on finding another way. The place of the finals: Iceland, ready to fight hard in order to stand out, dismissed all kinds of insinuations that Britain thought it was humorous.

The final shooting of the commercial mainly depends on the painstaking efforts of the North Comet. The image ambassadors of the two national teams are inextricably linked with the North Comet.

It is up to the audience to decide who to choose, so after a few minutes of promotional film, the script alone has been discussed for half a month... Whether the plot is happy or sad is still unknown.

The two leading actors thought that the promotional film was going to be pornographic, and they were notified to cooperate in the filming.

This time is different from the past, the staff has increased several times, and the extras have also increased by ten digits. In addition to the fixed team of Northern Comet, the British Ministry of Magic and the Icelandic Ministry of Magic also sent people to supervise and guide respectively—a PK scene was due to "Whose face appears more time" can be noisy until midnight.

The knight master put aside his broad sword and sat down to rest, then unwilling to be lonely, he pulled up the woman, the man, the king who was looking around, and skillfully put it on his lap to circle him.

The Queen of Eternal Tribulation and the Dragon Knight finally lived up to expectations!superior!up!

Officially forced to kill colleagues!

The representatives of the fans who came to watch the shooting had their brains wide open, and quietly took out their own wizard cameras...

The queen riding a dragon... so touching!

——Excerpt from "On the Unfathomable Depth of Brain Fans"

one,

When Judge Hollingworth handed a polished manuscript to Heimdall, the latter's puzzled expression was not what he expected.

"A problem?" Hollingworth asked.

"Which colleague do you want me to hand over to?" Heimdall looked at the manuscript in his hand and didn't quite understand it.

"Here you are," said Hollingworth.

Heimdall raised his eyebrows, "But I haven't participated in the trial of these cases." He glanced quickly again, more sure of his judgment, "I don't know anything about these."

"This is for you to talk about, not for you to handle." Hollingworth analyzed the reason for the other party's confusion, and suddenly had an idea, "Did you not receive the notice?"

Heimdall shook his head. He came to work from the other side of the sea in the morning. On the way, the bus was delayed and he was delayed in entering the office. If he hadn't immediately got off the bus and Apparated, this month's full attendance bonus would have been wasted—— 5 consecutive Month's full attendance record must not be interrupted like this!

"Where's the bulletin board outside? Didn't you pay attention when you entered the office?" Hollingworth asked again.

"The bulletin board was taken down before get off work yesterday, I thought it would be installed today."

Hollingworth is speechless, and he hasn't installed it yet.

Heimdall said: "Today's indoor weather has not been adjusted properly. There was hail in the lobby of the Federation for two consecutive hours, the printed materials of the International Wizarding Education Committee were smashed, and the winged trolley of the Magic Hair Products Supervision Department was also destroyed. It was smashed out of shape and had to be temporarily parked in the front hall, and it was a disaster when I walked in the door in the morning...Maintenance department said they were working on the new ceiling."

The decoration of the front hall of the International Federation of Wizards has just been completed, and the decoration of the front hall and the whole building are a bit messy.

"They're reworking every day at work." Hollingworth didn't let himself be surprised.

Heimdall also figured it out, because the absence of the bulletin board made him miss a key assignment.

"What new mission?" Heimdall asked.

"It was decided that you would be the spokesperson for IW," Hollingworth said. "It's not a difficult job. You need to speak clearly, speak fluently, and have a decent memory—at least you can recite speeches smoothly, and your personal image will not be discredited by IW. Occasionally, you need to deal with unfriendly questions or reporters with tricky words."

It's not the first time Heimdall has done it pretending to be innocent, and he took on the new task without any psychological pressure.

"Is the speech you gave me a preparation for the speech at the conference?" Heimdall looked again.

"Yes, hurry up and memorize it, let's go together later."

Heimdall nodded, held up the speech and buried himself in reciting.

Before [-] o'clock in the afternoon, the heads of various organizations were talking harmoniously, and walked into the underground conference hall in twos and threes.

This year's rotating presidency of the International Federation of Wizards is Colombia in South America, and the rotating presidency is the president of the country's branch.

The rotating chairman took a seat on the rostrum, the voices in the conference hall stopped abruptly, and the meeting officially began.

At the end of some fixed scenes, the spokespersons of each organization will speak on behalf of the organization. The main content is generally the previous work report. If the organization that speaks encounters a dispute, the subsequent question and answer time will be relatively prolonged, but for reasonable Utilization of meeting time is usually required to be time-limited; if the organization is doing its job well, the ensuing Q&A is a token pass.

More than half of the organizations in the International Federation of Wizards belong to the latter.

Of course, there is another possibility that a certain institution, organization or someone is questioned for something, and Heimdall has been questioned before, and such international conferences directly omit speeches from various institutions.

The speaking time of the International Wizengamot varies. Sometimes the whole meeting is played by IW, and sometimes he resigns after a few words. The main reason is that the wizarding world is too peaceful.

After Heimdall was promoted to judge, the process of speaking publicly on behalf of IW was relatively smooth. At any rate, he was the president of the student union when he was a student, and he opened his eyes and told nonsense in front of people.In order to make himself articulate, he slowed down his speaking speed, and was careful in some places where it was easy to mispronounce. Judging from Hollingworth's expression after speaking, he should have done a good job.

Next is question and answer time.

The magic hands above the seats of representatives from various countries turned into palms one after another, and the rotating chairman calmly announced the answer: "Finland."

The palms changed back into a thought-provoking fist shape.

The chairman of the Finnish chapter gave a friendly greeting to the IW spokesperson: "Hello, I am asking questions on behalf of Finland."

"Please tell me." Heimdall smiled slightly.

"May I ask where the focus of IW's work will be in the next quarter? Is it the outside world's speculation that it will vigorously rectify the potential refusal of the Wizengamot in various countries, and regain the majesty of the past?"

Heimdall replied: "IW's work focus has never changed, and the outside world's various speculations about IW have never stopped." He said and looked at the rotating chairman, which meant that I had finished answering.

"Next question." As soon as the rotating chairman finished speaking, a palm stood up.

It's Finland again.

"..." The wizards silently withdrew their fingers from the keys.

"I am asking on behalf of Finland," the chairman of the Finnish chapter said calmly, "Will IW accept the case of the illegal magical animal network that was cracked in Central Europe for transnational trafficking in categories S to A?"

Representatives from various countries in Central Europe unanimously cast meaningful glances at Finland. Are you over-fishing in this world?Good question though!Representatives from China and Europe all praised the Finnish chairman as an angel.

Heimdall continued to smile, "If the ministries of magic of Central European countries are willing to trust the IW, the International Wizengamot is obliged to do so." Looking at the rotating chairman again.

The rotating chairman responded quickly, "Next question."

Palm up!

Why Finland again!

The brains are not calm anymore.Is this sense of presence a bit inappropriate?

"I am asking the question on behalf of Finland." The chairman of the Finnish branch remained calm.

"Please say."

"The legend of the fugitive Soberg, who is originally from Norway and claims to be a 'Muggle collector', appeared in Zimbabwe last month. Will IW accept the arrest application submitted by the Norwegian Ministry of Magic and cooperate with the Norwegian Ministry of Magic to send people to investigate?"

The chairman of the Norwegian branch is very calm, and Finland's "nosy" is in his arms. They have long wanted IW to give a letter.

"This involves the international police force, which is classified, so I cannot answer."

"Next question." The rotating chairman has mastered Heimdall's rule of finishing a sentence, and he called himself without his eyes.

Palm up!

What the hell!

All the wizards took the case.

Finland, are you going against the sky!

"I'm asking this question on behalf of Finland." The chairman of the Finnish branch seemed to be completely unaware of the malice from all directions.

"Excuse me."

……

The leaders were gearing up, ready to see the right moment and make a shot. The international conference ran in a strange direction until the rotating chairman mercilessly pressed the stop button——

"The time is up, and the International Wizengamo Quiz is over."

The IW spokesperson humbly closed the curtain.

At that moment, the heart jam formed a dark cloud over the huge conference hall, which lasted for a long time.

After the meeting.

Heimdall and Hollingworth greeted each other and walked over to the chairman of the Finnish chapter.

"Dad, will you come with me later?"

Dad seized the time so that he could get off work early.

Rommel nodded, "How about Sugar Mouse's opening ceremony?"

"Hilarious, kids like that set."

Rommel smiled, "I remember you liked it in the past."

"It means that I was cheerful and lively when I was young, innocent and cute, and easy to fool."

Father Long: "..."

two,

"What major life event are you thinking about?" Claire asked curiously.

"I was a little bit nervous," Mionier said.

"During the opening ceremony, I asked you if you were nervous, but you said you were not." Claire was very upset that Xiaomi was perfunctory.

"I wasn't nervous back then."

"I don't understand." Claire paused. "What are you trying to tell me by avoiding Luka and pulling me over?"

Just half a minute ago, Mionier easily sent people away by using the room number of a little beauty that Riccardo could not forget.

"Tell you I'm a little nervous and hope you can help me."

"Look, this is what I don't understand." Claire felt that Mionier was a little abnormal. "How can I help you if you don't tell me why you are nervous?"

Are you kidding me?

"First of all, I don't think Luka can help me with this issue, but you can." Mionier completed the first step of frankness.

Claire said that it was helpful, and the problems that Riccardo could solve were usually not problems.

"I'm glad that I got the attention of my friends, and then?" Claire waited for the next article.

"Secondly, I'm a bit speechless now." Mionir murmured.

"You're wasting my time." Claire said firmly.

Mionir laughed, "You know what, I like you for that, keeping people awake all the time."

Claire also smiled when she heard the words, "Okay, okay, tell me what's going on, don't dawdle."

"I invited my pen pal to come meet at Sugar Mouse."

"Pen pal?" Claire suddenly became interested. "Male or female? Oh, it must be female!"

"...Why can't it be a man?"

"So it's a man?"

"no……"

Claire shrugged, so lo and behold!

Mionier's deception was unsuccessful, and he had no sense of accomplishment.

"What do you want me to help you with? Advice on picking up girls?" Claire asked enthusiastically.

Mionir looked at her carefully for a long time, "For a moment, I thought I was actually facing Luka who drank polyjuice."

"Don't be so disappointing." Claire shook her hand and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Okay, give me some advice."

Claire laughed, "Just let me advise you. You have good eyesight and know that Luka is so unreliable."

"Actually, I have doubts about myself. This kind of question should be consulted with a male friend, but I think you are more far-sighted than Luka." Mionier suddenly didn't expect so much while talking.

Claire made up her mind and didn't pay attention to Mionier's complaints.

"Is it because I know the other person that you seek advice from me, not someone else?" Claire's brain hole became bigger and bigger.

The shock on Mionier's face was very clear.

Claire continued, "Your pen pal may not be very familiar with Luka, and Luka is an idiot who can't control his mouth when he sees a beautiful girl. You want to show your strengths in front of the other party, and Luka may have the opposite effect, and You don't want the other party to come into contact with Lukado, out of some kind of childish and ridiculous male self-esteem or a competitive relationship between males who don't want to admit...Why do you look at me like that?"

"You surprised me so much." Mionier's heart was turbulent, but his surface was calm.

Claire was a little embarrassed, what she just said was really too much, "I'm really sorry, sometimes I tend to overthink..."

Mionier looked sincere, "Having a friend like you makes me feel very safe."

"..." Claire: "Who the hell? Bertha? You are finally willing to be my brother-in-law? Dad and grandpa will be very happy."

"No, although saying this may hurt Bertha and your family, please don't have that thought. I can say this, even if I marry you and become the door-to-door son-in-law of the Malfoy family, I will not fall in love with Bertha." Even if the girl's family still has the magical skill of "Female Big Eighteen Changes".

Now Claire can relieve father and grandpa of all kinds of luck, and Xiaomi would rather bark in the door backwards.

"Who is that then? Your classmate? I don't know~" Claire scratched her head, a certain candidate flashed by, and Claire quickly swung her away. "Is it someone from Krum's family? I'm not very familiar with them. I don't see many people in their family, such as your eldest cousin's daughter?"

"Gloria is only 6 years old." Mionier was speechless, he wasn't that hungry yet.

Claire stared at Mionier without saying a word, and said heavily, "I hope it's not the answer I thought."

Mionier suddenly had an ominous premonition.

At the moment when the answer was revealed, the two looked at the girl who had been invited and was looking for something in the front hall. Claire's expression of mourning was exactly the same as when his father saw Slytherin miss the House Cup championship when he was a student.

Frances, who was wearing an ivory white dress in the distance, spotted them and immediately walked over with a smile on her face. Mionier couldn't help but took a few steps to meet her, and Claire whispered, "I want to fight you! Mionnier Grana Struluson!"

Mionir didn't seem surprised at all, turned his head and said quickly, "I accept!"

That confident appearance surprised Claire, "You did it on purpose?! You let me know on purpose?"

"It also confirmed my guess," Mionier raised the corner of his mouth. "You are too young to be careful. It's wrong to fall in love early, my dear friend."

Claire vomited from his beating: Why did I become a puppy lover, you are the puppy lover, okay!

"I'm going to tell Uncle Rigg!" Claire started grabbing driftwood in desperation.

"Say it, Rieger will definitely agree with it with both hands and feet."

Yes, Claire gritted her teeth again.

"I want to duel with you!" Claire could only hold on to this.

"No problem, choose how you want to fight, women first," Mionier said contentedly. "Dear friend, take it easy, look natural, and don't scare my pen pal, Fanny."

Claire forced a smile on her face, watching the little fairy Frances in her heart walking towards them step by step, and secretly clenched her fists.

Fanny, I will definitely rescue you from the dragon's lair, and let you see clearly Milong's sinister intentions!