HP's Foreign Land

Leaving the venue and still going through Xiaoqiang’s passage, returning to the waiting room, Lange was sitting in the corner watched by two heavily armed police officers, as if he was about to go on stage, the metal chain on his wrist changed, and looked much thinner than before .In consideration of words and deeds, Heimdall did not dare to flirt with his pen pal, but just nodded in that direction, without looking around or staying, and quickly left the waiting room behind the police officer who was leading the way for him.

The police officer turned and left until he was near the elevator. He sat down under a translucent glass decorative wall, through which he could vaguely see the elevator on the other side.

Heimdall was recalling the course of the interview at the venue, and he sat quietly by the fabric sofa bench in front of the decorative wall, about an arm's length away from him.

Heimdall turned his face slightly, and it was the black veiled lady.

Holding a handkerchief in her hand, she lowered her head in a desolate manner. From time to time, she raised the handkerchief to wipe the corners of her eyes. Unfortunately, the veil was very effective in covering her eyes. Heimdall squinted her eyes for a long time but couldn't see her face clearly. She sighed in her heart about the high-end clothing. Even for high-end clothing, a mere layer of gauze is finer than the mesh used to sieve the raw materials of potions.

Watching and watching, Chief Strulusson's gaze involuntarily moved up to the big plump and shiny pearls, with a cold face on the surface, wondering how much the hat cost It seems more luxurious than the veiled hat worn by my aunt Narcissa in the sugar mouse competition. Narcissa's hat is nailed with a few feathers, and some fine crystals are scattered in the feathers. It is definitely more cost-effective than this big pearl hat. .

In fact, Heimdall has always thought that Narcissa is a typical Bai Fumei with eyes above the top, but compared with this one——Director Sturluson's eyes have moved to the shiny diamond leather bag of the veiled lady— He was wrong, my aunt was actually very low-key.

"Sorry, I lost my temper and let you watch a joke."

Heimdall's first reaction was to look around, there was no one but the two of them, and then he was sure that she was talking to him.He was also embarrassed to tell people that he didn't pay attention to the "gaffe" and was too busy guessing how much the pearl hat cost.

"It's nothing, I'm not kidding you."

The lady's body was visibly paused, and her enthusiasm seemed to have been extinguished a lot, and she spoke again after a while.

"I came to see my husband and he looked very bad."

"How could that be?" Heimdall looked surprised. "Officials who can hold meetings on this floor must be quite excited mentally."

The woman paused again.

"...he is not an official here."

"Oh, I didn't mean to, please forgive me," said Heimdall seriously. "But I remember that the magic repair and maintenance center at the headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards is not bad in terms of treatment. It is much higher than the Ministry of Magic in other countries. They are all the elites among the elites."

"He's not a cleaner either..." the woman said dryly.

Heimdall stared at her speechlessly, his small eyes seemed to say, "Are you kidding me?"

"He's a prisoner," the woman added hastily. "He has been tortured in prison. I really can't bear to see him like that today..." As he spoke, he began to cry, with a heartbroken look, and the voice seemed to be crying, but there was a veil blocking it. You can't tell if you're crying or if you're crying.

Heimdall is now sure that this should be the ex-wife who gave the shoes.

Doesn't she have a husband? Why does she still call Lange her husband? !What is "unbearable"?Why were you so ruthless when you got divorced?

The woman cried for a long time, but she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when she didn't see the other party comforting her. She secretly despised Heimdall for not being a gentleman. ——The little heart has already started to gnash its teeth.In addition, this floor was originally designed for meetings. In addition to conference halls with different functions, the entire floor is ancillary areas such as toilets, smoking rooms, and lounges. There are fewer wizards coming and going. As soon as she cried, her voice spread out, and the echo was long and rippling, as if it could be heard on the whole floor. The veiled lady wanted to save face, so she stopped crying when she saw that her goal had not been achieved, and ended by sniffing her nose hard.

Director Stulusson just watched him cry so stupidly, his reaction was extremely slow, the lady gritted her teeth.

"My husband...can my husband escape this time?" The lady said softly, as if she was muttering to herself.

Since he was muttering to himself, Chief Sturluson pretended not to hear him at all. This is polite, and he understands it.

Seeing that he still didn't take the bait, the lady was silent for a moment, and then continued her efforts.

"You, you are also here to participate in the routine interview today. My husband is Andrew Lange. You said, he should have hope this time?"

What do you want?The two know each other well.

But Heimdall can pretend not to know.

"I'm not from the investigation team. Besides, this case is about Mr. Ansip. If you want me to say something, don't hurt me!" Heimdall looked evasive.

"Haven't you been communicating with Andrew all the time!" The veiled lady revealed in a hurry.

Heimdall was startled and frightened, "Don't talk nonsense! When did it happen!"

"Everyone knows about this. You were persecuted because of this not long ago." The lady seemed to be trying to make up for it.

Heimdall seemed to suddenly realize, "Oh, you mean Lange, you scared me to death, you said Andrew, I thought you were uneasy and kind, slandering my secret correspondence with Andrew Ansip."

A woman's face is ugly, and a veil is a good thing.

"Is there hope for Andrew?"

Heimdall thought she was really persistent, "You can ask your husband about this..." He looked at her cautiously, "Excuse me, how many husbands do you have?"

The veiled lady stood up abruptly, and Heimdall could almost see the pair of furious eyes through the veil.

"Don't bully children."

The children and women present turned their heads at the same time, only to see a short and thin lady holding a pipe and smiling at them.The veiled lady belatedly remembered what she said just now, pursed her lips, tucked her handbag under her elbow, and walked towards the elevator with her head held high.She got off to a bad start today, no matter in front of Andrew or this annoying kid, she looked vicious when she pressed the elevator button, her eyes were staring at the closed elevator door, the expression on her face was unpredictable, she didn't know what she was thinking idea.

The elevator took away the veiled lady, and Heimdall was left staring at the pipe-smoking lady who suddenly appeared. The pipe-smoking lady didn't say a word, but just looked at him silently, until her father Rommel and Lucius walked quickly .

"Why are you here?" Dad saw her a little strange.

"On a whim, I suddenly want to see your son up close." The pipe lady took a puff of her cigarette.

"To dinner together?" Rommel said.

"No, I have something else to do." The woman smiled at Heimdall, turned and left.

Heimdall hugged his uncle warmly.

"How's Draco? How's everyone?" Heimdall asked.

"It's not very good. The situation in the UK is particularly tense recently. Almost no one cares about the international news. Fortunately, I travel a lot outside, and the source of information is quite timely. We originally wanted to come directly, but Rommel told us not to act rashly."

Thinking of Sirius sending Kreacher over again, Heimdall nodded.

"Let's emigrate," Heimdall said worriedly. "That mysterious man doesn't make sense."

Lucius laughed and patted his head.

"I won't leave England. It's my home. I'd rather die with the mysterious man than leave my hometown. Besides," Lucius smiled helplessly. "Even if I leave, it won't help. If I can get rid of You-Know-Who and those fanatical Death Eaters by leaving England, I might have left the mess and run away."

Heimdall felt that the reason why Lucius didn't leave was not only what he said, but also that he didn't want to implicate himself. I heard that the mysterious man had followed the policy of killing all three.

"Where is Draco? What are your plans for him?" With the temperament of the Malfoys, they must not be willing to bear the hardships of their only son.

"I'm working with the Ministry to get Hogwarts to join the exchange student teaching program next year, but the premise is that Dumbledore's support must be obtained." Lucius didn't hide it from him. "I plan to let Draco temporarily leave the UK. Harry Potter will definitely not be able to participate in this plan. As long as he leaves where Potter is staying, Draco will be much safer."

"You once said that the reason why Draco stayed at Hogwarts was because there was Dumbledore there, and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was solid."

Lucius smiled mysteriously, "Until now, I still think so."

"Then why?" Heimdall asked puzzled.

Lucius had an inscrutable expression on his face, whetting his nephew's appetite.

"He wants to put his son in my place, so I've been in a state of anxiety these days." Rommel couldn't understand Lucius teasing his son, deliberately speaking eccentricities.

Lucius laughed.

"Heideggrak?" Heimdall's eyes lit up. "I want to go too!"

"Then study hard and prepare for the application exam next school year." Rommel said with a smile.

They went to the cafeteria with their father and uncle to eat. They each took delicious food and sat down. Heimdall thought of the pipe-smoking lady just now.

"She is the chairman of the Norwegian branch of the International Federation of Wizards. You know her son, Lefey Nice." Rommel said.

The mother of the Muggle-controlled brother Nice?The famous strong woman in Nordic politics?

"Did she say something to you?" Rommel asked.

"No, she kindly warned others not to bully me."

"Who bullied you?" Dad and uncle raised their eyebrows.

"I think it's just trying to trick me," Heimdall said. "My pen pal's ex-wife."

Rommel and Lucius glanced at each other, and the former smiled, "Well, I probably can't sit still, the current Minister of Magic of Estonia has actually been vacated."

Confused by the urgency of the Veiled Lady, Heimdall briefly described the conversation between them.

"Since she still misses Lange, why was she so eager to get rid of the relationship and remarry?"

"Every self-proclaimed noble daughter is like this. She dislikes the poor and loves the rich, and deceives herself. As far as I know, the wife of the Minister of Magic of Estonia grew up rich and well-fed. She has nothing to do with friends and banquets. She likes luxurious enjoyment and can't live a hard life." If she is no longer the minister's wife, her good life will come to an end. Once her husband is sentenced to prison, the house she lives in, the house elves she uses, and the jewelry property under her name will all be audited by the Ministry of Magic. Confiscation, a life of penury for a woman accustomed to a hundred and one hundred thousand dollars is more terrible than being pointed at the nose with Grindelwald's wand."

Rommel overturned a boat full of young ladies, Lucius touched his nose and chose to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Heimdall also felt that it was inconvenient to respond. He buried his head in the thick soup, shoveled it down with a spoon, and just scooped up some minced meat, when his head was suddenly stopped by two hands protruding from behind, and big kisses fell on top of his head one after another. Quickly transfer to the cheeks and corners of the mouth.

"Good afternoon, dear." Victor's voice sounded in his ear.

Heimdall put back the heart that suddenly jumped into his throat, turned his head and smacked his boyfriend's face a few times, and continued to concentrate on scooping up minced meat.

Victor sat down beside Heimdall, and nodded with Lucius.

"Why are you here?" Rommel was not angry if he didn't get his greeting.

"There is a referee training session today."

Heimdall looked up when he heard that Victor was wearing a very energetic black referee robe, and his chest was shining brightly.

Seeing that he stretched out a pair of claws to move around his chest, Victor grabbed the two claws amusedly.

"This is a bronze star badge for me, not gold."

"I can tell this, but I wonder why it is so bright." Heimdall couldn't help touching it again.

"Enchanted," Lucius said with a smile. "The referee badges in the sports world all have such magic, in order to be conspicuous."

Heimdall shook his head. "So it wasn't. I remember very clearly. When I participated in Sugar Mouse, other than the gold star judges, the other badges were not so bright."

"It was changed two years ago, and the pattern of the badge is also different from the original one." Victor said.

Heimdall patted his head, quickly gave up, finished his soup, and started to attack the main food.He especially likes to eat the meat sauce noodles in the cafeteria of the staff of the International Federation of Wizards. The meat sauce here is wrapped in large beef cubes, which is more affordable than the ones sold outside, and the price is relatively low.But in the past, he always ate his wife’s bento and seldom ate in the cafeteria. Director Sturluson secretly made up his mind that for the noodles with big beef, he would also stick his butt firmly to the bench of the International Wizengamot for 100 years. unwavering.

When I returned to the Goblin Hotel at night and found that Hina was waiting at home, I couldn't help wondering, "Why didn't you go to accompany Dodoma?"

Hearing her boyfriend's name and seeing the teasing smile on Heimdall's face, Hina blushed slightly and handed out a letter.

"Xina thinks this letter may be very important to the master, and Xina is afraid of delaying the master's business."

"Thank you, Sheena."

With Heimdall's permission, Hina went to find her boyfriend to spend the weekend with peace of mind. Thinking that Kreacher from England was still receiving training from Dodoma, and Kreacher's increasingly handy business ability, Hina He couldn't help clenching his hands into fists, full of fighting spirit.

Heimdall glanced at the envelope, then turned it over to the other side, where pale silver initials were printed under the seal.

"Who sent it?"

"Magical institutions."

They went up to the second floor, and the conscientious house elves were not idle during the waiting process. They wiped the floor, wiped the table and made the bed. The ashes in the fireplace cavity on the second floor were all cleaned up.

Victor sat on the sofa and read the guidance book for the referee's grade examination, and Heimdall sat at the desk to read the letter.

After a while, Victor raised his head from the book, glanced to the right and back, then put down the book and walked over. The letter had been put aside by Heimdall, and he was trying to force his little face to study the appointment. Golf's manuscript.

"What did the letter say?" Victor drew a chair and sat beside him.

"The evaluation mechanism of the magic organization has been adjusted. The letter asked me to report to the organization this Sunday to reactivate my personal information and the magic that I applied for evaluation. If I didn't go, my personal information and the previous The assessment records will be placed in the frozen file by the institution to be determined."

Heimdall showed the letter to Victor, "This adjustment is quite a big one."

Victor read it quickly and returned the letter to him.

"It's about separating the records of the dead from the living."

Heimdall nodded happily, "It should have been like this long ago."

The rankings of the five magic spells declared by Heimdall are not outstanding in the evaluation rankings so far. One of the reasons is the strength of magic skills, and there are many deceased people on them.Some wizards died suddenly during the evaluation process. In the past, in order to respect the fruits of each wizard's labor, the magic organization did not process this information separately. After this adjustment, it is stated that these evaluation records interrupted in the middle will be removed from the current ranking and will be replaced. Keep it safe—after all, the rankings are for living people to see.This led to a major reshuffle of all magic rankings, and the rankings of surviving wizards would rise according to their individual circumstances.

"I'll accompany you on Sunday." Victor approached his face and kissed his lips.

On the lampshade of the small table lamp, you push and shove the Q version of the elves who are never quiet for a moment. One of them immediately shyly covered his eyes with his thin fingers, and the other two elves hid behind the rocks and poked their heads, revealing half of their heads for a while. After a while, the small half of the body leaned out.

After making out for a while, the two separated.

"I might go to Heideggerak next school year." Heimdall said with a smile.

The master frowned, "Heidegger?" Immediately thought that the tenderness of two days a week like now would be deprived?

"If I pass the exam, it's not something I can do if I want to, and my father can't open the back door for me."

The master didn't see it that way, "If you are determined to go, if it is really necessary, Rommel will get you in even if he wants to spare the honor of the honorary principal."

Director Strulusong thought about it beautifully, the second generation of officials is so awesome...

"If you go to Heideggerach, won't you go to the same school as that reincarnation?" Victor seemed to have thought of something, and he was hesitant to speak, and his performance was more realistic than that of the actor.In trying to keep him in the Durmstrang Mountains, for the sake of his own sexual well-being, Victor didn't mind being mean and bawdy.

Heimdalton was shocked, a school, looked up and looked down.That face that resembled Yolf almost, said that he was indifferent is self-consolation, because he couldn't see it, so he was calm. If he was faced with that face every day, Heimdall would be in a daze.

"Did he graduate? I remember he was the same age as Anar..." I never cared about the situation of the reincarnated brother, even if I overheard something, I didn't deliberately remember it. Now my eyes are really blank.

"I don't know, I hope so." The master said insincerely, with a sincere and anxious expression on his face.

The frowning Mr. Stulusson's firm exchange student plan has been shaken.