HP's Foreign Land

"What's there?"

Heimdall came back to his senses, and he was stunned for a moment before saying, "It's nothing."

"You watched it seventeen times in the past 15 minutes," Rommel put down his knife and fork, took a sip from his water glass, "I don't believe 'nothing'."

"Seventeen times?" Heimdall was startled by this number and couldn't help turning his eyes away.

Rommel picked up the knife and fork again, "No. 18 times."

Heimdall laughed, and Victor beside him also raised the corners of his mouth.The little carrot head Mionier was digging pudding with a small spoon, when he heard the laughter of the adults, he raised his eyes and looked around for no reason.

"That's an oriental man, I'm looking at this." Heimdall felt that there was nothing to hide.

It was the New Year's holiday of the new millennium, and the three members of the Knight House family met Rommel for a big meal. They sat in the elegant wizard restaurant, with colorful food arranged on the table, and the overflowing aroma made people move their index fingers.

Their dining location is located in the middle of the restaurant, above their heads is a circular dome decorated with flowers, with beautiful paintings on it, and around the dome are reliefs of legendary figures familiar to wizards.The object of Heimdall's sneak peek pointed out by Rommel is located at the left rear of Rommel. Unlike their large rectangular table, the left rear is a small square table, which is usually used to entertain guests in pairs.

"See what tricks?" Rommel asked again.

"No." Heimdall completely withdrew his attention.

"What do you want to see?"

"Actually, I don't know." Heimdall laughed, he really didn't know.

Victor said: "At the end of last year, Rigg found an unfamiliar oriental face in the staff restaurant of the International Federation of Wizards, who seemed to be a new employee of the Portkey Regulatory Agency. I couldn't help but found an excuse to strike up a conversation with the other party..."

"What about the result?" Rommel guessed that the result might not be as good as expected.

Victor looked at Heimdall, who shrugged regretfully, "It turned out to be ABC-like."

"Like ABC?" Rommel was puzzled.

Heimdall explained the meaning of ABC, the latter smiled, and then suggested, "Maybe you can choose the east for your next vacation."

Victor added, "Good idea."

"You don't mind?" Heimdall asked.

"Why should I care? On the contrary, I am very interested in this itinerary." Victor was enthusiastic.

Heimdall smiled and forked a piece of celery into his mouth.

"And millet!" Xiaoluotou squeezed over.

"Of course, there's also Xiaomi." Heimdall lowered his head and poked at his son's face.

——Excerpt from "Daily Life of the Knights House"

one,

"Really?" Doha simply pushed the boat along. "Then I'll cut to the chase."

"please say."

"How do you feel about this session of Sugar Rats?"

"It doesn't feel too much, the start time is still short." Mionier thought for a while, and then said, "I heard that the organizing committee has created a great prize this time to stimulate the potential of the players."

"Not Jin Gallon." Doha said.

"I know, sugar mice don't do that." Mionier's interest faded, as if no matter what form of reward he was interested in.

"I hope you can enter the top three as much as possible." Doha said slowly.

hope?

Mionier said, "Shouldn't you wish me the best of luck?"

Doha bit his pipe, and his words became a little vague, "I very much hope that you will win the championship, and of course there are blessings in it."

"Blessings aren't everything? Can the sugar mouse champion give you some kind of benefit?" Mionier quickly grasped the hint in Doha's words.

"Basically," Doha said, without glossing over or evading revelations.

"I remember you said just now that you hoped to be in the top three, how did you become the champion all at once?" Mionier teased.

"The champion is naturally the best..." Doha's lingering words made Mionier mind.

"What is the reward for the championship?" Doha must know, otherwise he would not have come here to tell him this.

"For a pet egg, the Sugar Rat Organizing Committee has spent a lot of money this time. The champion has the opportunity to choose one of many pet eggs. The organizing committee will not tell the champion which one it has. It can only be guessed by numbers, or fooled. "Doha is no longer a secret. "The pet eggs I've always wanted are inside."

"That is to say, the probability is not 100%. Even if I win the championship by chance, I may not necessarily choose the one you like." Mionier reminded.

Doha raised the corner of his mouth, "A pet egg, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The organizing committee will definitely complete the legal breeding procedures while presenting the pet egg. You don't want to get one yourself, are you really willing to help me?"

"You unconditionally provided the venue and materials for my father's wand making, and you refused to charge for it afterwards. You also gave me two friends, a pet egg, and a gift from me," Mionier shrugged, looking indifferent look. "The animals in our family get along very well, and the family is lively enough."

Doha laughed, stepped forward and patted Mionir on the shoulder, "Good job, good job, I knew that Mionir was an upright man!"

Mionir was very happy to get his friend's approval, but this kind of proud praise came from Doha's mouth, but it gave him a vague sense of disobedience...

Doha seemed to have really hit the G-spot by Mionir's frankness, and promised with a smile on his face, "Well, if you really win the sugar mouse championship this year, I will give you a phoenix egg."

Mionni opened his eyes wide and sent a phoenix egg?When did Phoenix become a small commodity on the street?That's a phoenix, not a goblin digging holes in the wizard's backyard!

"Don't forget that there is a chance to receive the prize. First of all, if I am the champion, secondly, I have the luck of hitting a hit." Mionier felt that the result is very uncertain, and it is more scientific to let nature take its course.

the more you hope, the harder you fall.

"Whether you get my favorite pet egg or not, as long as the champion is yours, the phoenix is ​​yours!" Doha waved his hand in a heart-pounding way, local tyrants are so willful.

This gift was too expensive, and Mioneil was about to refuse it, but Doha continued his efforts: "I remember you said that your little dad always wanted to have an Asiatic phoenix."

"What did I say?" Mionier seemed disapproving, and his heart was shaken.

Doha took a leisurely step back.

The last blow of the local tyrant did hit Mionir's weakness. In Mionir's impression, Heimdall would pay a certain degree of attention to people and things from the East.Daddy Victor suddenly started to study Chinese cuisine a few years ago. The Chinese cuisine special on Saturday night lasted for nearly five years. Later, Grandpa Rommel also joined the ranks of eating Chinese cuisine regularly, because Hina couldn’t cook for the owner. The enthusiasm for Chinese cuisine has been released to Dodoma, and Dodoma's Chinese cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds in the past two years.

An Asiatic phoenix... sounds attractive.

Doha observed Mionir's expression, and grinned after a while, "You can use the Asian Phoenix as the motivation to win the championship, which is definitely more exciting than those rewards whose names are vague."

"You have planned everything, what else can I say?" Mionier's implication was to agree.

Doha wanted to pat Mionir on the shoulder again, but the latter jumped away and said in a hurry, "I have a few questions I want to ask!" The local tyrant gave up his insistence on patting him on the shoulder.

"That bag you gave me," Mionier said.

"Fairy Pocket? Stinks isn't it? That's a good thing," Doha asked, not too surprised. "It is said that the goblin pocket is a mobile vault for goblins to store valuables. Only humans will shy away because of the stench in the pocket. The more greedy people smell the stronger the smell, and the smell is so bad that they can't get close at all. It's just a plain old bag in my eyes."

Mionier had an idea, "Smell is magic, right?"

"Not only that, but its storage method is also a manifestation of magic. This is a goblin craft, which wizards cannot penetrate. Goblins also have their magic passed down from generation to generation." Doha's expression is extremely mysterious. "The goblin pocket repels all wizards. Even if you use Animaji magic to transform into an animal, the smell remains."

"...Wizards stink, do you mean that?" Mionier felt a little delicate.

Doha bit his pipe and said nothing.

Mionir cheered up, "And Claire's pet eggs..."

Before he finished speaking, a golden-red bird that didn't look very pleasing to the eye flapped its wings and flew to Doha's side, landed on his shoulder, and then stared straight at Mionier.

Mionir was taken aback by it, that little phoenix in the basement of the slug herb store?

It is said in the book that the singing of the phoenix can bring courage to those with a pure heart and bring fear to those with a dirty heart... This phoenix is ​​very different from what is written in the book, and the hours spent with it completely subverted The content in the textbook, are all Asian species like this?At this moment, Mionier's pursuit of the championship seems to have faded a little.

"What are you thinking?" Doha's question came out of nowhere.

Mionir was taken aback, what do you mean?

"My pet has a delicate and sensitive mind, so you'd better..." Doha didn't finish his words, the little phoenix suddenly jumped up with fluttering wings, and rushed towards Mionir, who thought it was going to peck like a hen again, but it turned out Its mouth opened and a ball of flames spewed out.

Mionir was dumbfounded, what the fuck, this phoenix has activated the dragon skill tree? !

Then, his wizard robes caught fire.

Doha rushed up to the fire in shock, and the little bald-haired phoenix probably judged from the owner's anxiety that he had caused trouble impulsively, and disappeared in a flash with his tail clamped - the phoenix can disappear and reappear at will.

The flames spouted by this weird phoenix couldn't be extinguished for a while, and the strange thing was that it didn't spread as quickly as ordinary flames. Mionir only felt hotter and hotter, and later took off the wizard robe with Doha's help.Everything was safe except for the wizard's robe - otherwise the hairball would not be indifferent, except for the robe which continued to burn in a very eerie way.

During this period, several kinds of magic were tried, and after a long period of chaos, the fire was finally extinguished.

The two let out a long sigh of relief at the same time.

Doha wiped his forehead, and returned the wizard robe without any burn marks to Mionier, "Don't worry, I will teach Snooker a lesson."

The bald phoenix is ​​called billiards?Lenovo's chubby figure, the name is really appropriate.

"It's okay, today is an eye-opener." Mionier thought harshly, it's not easy to haggle over every detail with a flat-haired animal.

"Xiaomi——" Claire ran over cheerfully, and the little girl's face was radiant again.

Claire ran up to her and said happily: "The old woman who sells pet toys over there said that my pet eggs might hatch into crimson crown eagles!"

"I remember you like big birds of prey very much, congratulations!" Mionier was happy for her, and the owl was spared.

Claire nodded, and asked Doha with a smile on her face, "Is it the crown eagle?"

Doha smiled, "As long as you like it."

Claire cheered, "Thank you, Mr. Doha, I will take good care of it!"

Doha's smile reached his eyes.

Another ten minutes passed, and Mionier, who had started a new mission, and Claire, who was satisfied, left together.Doha lit his pipe, looked at the backs of the two who were drifting away, and narrowed his eyes slightly in the smog.

A flash of fire flashed in the air, and the little phoenix appeared on Doha's shoulder. Doha raised his hand to stroke the phoenix's feathers, and took away the pipe in his mouth, "Well done, Snooker!"

Little Phoenix kissed his cheek affectionately.

At this time, the black cloak who didn't really show his face came over, "How?"

The quiet and sweet voice, the black cloak is her.

Doha bit his pipe, took out the canvas book with an impressionist cover that he took advantage of when fighting the fire, and said triumphantly, "I got it!"

The black cloak did not speak.

After puffing out the smoke, Doha said, "Do you feel sad when Claire calls you an old lady?"

The black cloak turned around slowly and raised his feet.

Doha retreated exaggeratedly, the little phoenix on his shoulder was frightened and flapped its wings vigorously.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong..."

The black cloak kicked Doha in the ass.

two,

After Heimdall finished handling the official duties at hand, he and Fiona summoned the interns who worked under him before being promoted to judge to learn about their recent work situation.Contrary to Heimdall's previous expectations, after becoming a judge, the higher-ups did not transfer him from this area, but made him the supervisor of the training of interns. The former interns are still his subordinates.

The interns are already used to working under Heimdall and are content with working under Heimdall. If another judge or judge falls from the sky, they need to re-run with the new boss to adapt to the new boss's working mode.

Therefore, the interns are sincerely grateful for the thoughtful arrangement of the IW superiors.

The important task of cultivating the next generation of successors is only superficial. Heimdall took over half of the secret review and review work from Hollingworth in private, and cooperated with the former boss - Hollingworth focused on the monitoring of the judge team Review, Heimdall is committed to the review and review of major cases, and from time to time makes surprise visits to wizarding prisons in various places, so as to know whether there are any falsifications in the phased achievement reports sent by the Wizengamot in various countries.

After the intern meeting, Heimdall took out his pocket watch. At 15:[-] p.m., he will be off work in [-] minutes, and there is no need to work overtime recently.As soon as Judge Sturlusson returned to the office with his assistants, a message came from the chief office, saying that it was time to leave work.

There were a total of five judges who received the convening order, and one of them "flyed" back from the vacation location-everyone appeared at the chief's desk on time.

"About the magical creature smuggling network uncovered by Central European countries." Chief Leeds waved his hand, and five copies of parchment flew in front of everyone. "Take these materials back and read them first. A meeting will be held on this case in one hour. At that time, representatives of the Wizengamot from various countries involved in the case will attend. If you have any questions, you can directly ask them."

In other words, this major smuggling case was finally decided to be handled by the International Wizengamot.

Five justices leave the chief office.

The one who was temporarily called back from the vacation was a Czech. It is said that the leader of the smuggling gang was arrested in the Czech Republic. When it comes to this topic, he is more informed than others.

"The Wizengamot of the eight Central European countries could not reach a consensus during the trial process. Later, the heads of the eight countries headed by the German Minister of Magic held a consultation meeting. The result of the meeting was six votes in favor, one vote against and one abstention. Sengama officially transferred the case to the International Wizengamo for trial."

Compared with these judges, Heimdall only had to follow and listen, but he didn't mind being a follower, and after listening to it for a while, it seemed that it was just gossip and gossip. After the judges dispersed, he returned to his office.

"I have to work overtime today." Heimdall told Fiona.

"I heard from other judge assistants." Fiona had already canceled her appointment with Gant, and sent a message to Victor.

Heimdall thanked him, and sat down to look through the case materials he had just obtained.

Fiona, who was out of work for the time being, took out the delivery list she usually collected, and ordered food for the boss and herself later, so she would not eat in the cafeteria for this meal in the evening.

Heimdall took a sip of the tea brought to him, and got a general understanding of the progress of the whole case and the investigation and trial of the Wizengamot in the eight Central European countries. He looked like a dog, not like the legendary wanted criminal with sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks and hideous features.

The eight countries in Central Europe showed great sincerity this time, and at the end of the information, they even listed the various informants who contributed to the early arrest of the magical creature smuggling gang.Some of these informants are the leaders of small smuggling gangs who have performed major meritorious service; some are spies of the Ministry of Magic lurking among the enemies; Calling the wind and calling the rain, now in order to seek a good end, wash your hands in the golden basin, and try your best to increase your favorability - Luc Junker, a sophomore businessman in Western Europe and one of Professor Katenen's friends, belongs to this category, but the peacock Junker is a French People, Central European countries can't use him.

The reason why the eight countries in Central Europe shared the information of the main informants is also to implore the international Wizengamot's subordinates to show mercy and not accidentally injure them. These wizards still need to keep them and continue to shine!

Heimdall saw a familiar face in the activity photos of people on Heimdall Online—the Qatari wizard Doha. It is unexpected that this guy has such a high level of consciousness, and he has contributed his strength from Asia to Europe.

The display in the basement of the slug herb shop is very telling. Ordinary wizards don't have that kind of ostentation. Since Doha dared to let it go, it shows that he has something to rely on.

Heimdall looked carefully at the photos of Doha for a while, and felt that something was missing, and then turned his attention to the text descriptions aside.A long list of awkward names, what kind of crimes he was arrested for, and what kind of performance was extrajudicial, what schools he graduated from, what institutions he worked for, and so on.

Heimdall's eyes stayed on the column of "unmarried, no children"... In fact, he was hesitant to ask Mionier to cut off contact with Doha, but he felt that this was not good. According to Mionir's own recollection, he corresponded with Doha Since then, the other party has rarely talked about himself and did not deliberately guide Mionier in a certain direction, not to mention that Doha has already washed his hands in the gold basin, and in private he was born and died for the Ministry of Magic.Everyone has no faults, and if they can correct their faults, there is nothing good about them.

There is also a shortage of manpower. Heimdall still remembers Doha's refusal to charge usage fees.

Heimdall glanced at the favorites column just like this, and then suddenly realized that it is no wonder that there is something missing in the photos of Doha's activities - a pipe!

Later, Judge Strulusson stared for a long time at the column "Alcohol addiction; non-smoking, extremely sensitive to the smell of smoke".