HP's Foreign Land

Fiona was finally assigned the task of leading an intern, just one.She was already mentally prepared when she received the task. She has worked in IW for many years, and some things can always be known in advance.In fact, even if no one took this as a favor, she knew it well, because she didn't need to meet the interns originally.

The one assigned was a male intern, which was beyond Fiona's expectations. She thought she would be a soft girl. The girls who showed their presence in front of the boss that day were very enthusiastic. She had no reason to doubt that these little girls were willing to give up. Golden opportunity.

After looking at the interns who are tall and big, Fiona made a rough evaluation in her heart. He is a handsome guy, handsome and masculine, but he is not Fiona's. Fiona's husband, Gant, is an academic Gentlemen, Fiona only loves the gentle and elegant type.Very MAN, very cool, the boss appreciates it...

Fiona stopped imagining, and casually glanced at the young man who seemed to be happy with the situation.

Hmm, kind of interesting.

The intern's name was Wolvert Misner, and he seemed to have a lot of background.

The person in charge of the personnel department told Fiona in private, "Don't worry, he won't stay in IW for long."

Fiona heard the clue from the mysterious tone deliberately set off by the other party.

Such things are not uncommon. Some wizards who are only one step away from soaring into the sky will be temporarily sent to a certain place to practice and study. It is called experience, but in fact it is for the icing on the resume, not for performance.

"I understand."

The person in charge of the personnel department is a researcher, so he couldn't help but said, "Treat them like ordinary interns, don't be too obvious."

She started working two years earlier than this real uncle. Would she not know what to do?But there is no need to expose it in person, Fiona smiled and left.

Afterwards, Fiona became more relaxed. The intern named Misna was nimble, obedient and diligent. It can be said that she was too diligent. The time she met with the boss was instantly compressed to the limit.Fiona looked coldly at his busyness. All the errands that should have been done by her were taken away by Misna who volunteered. Fiona, who was free, got off work earlier every day, and happily talked with her husband when she returned home. The child went out to see the long-awaited performance.

Some of the judges saw the trick and hinted that she must not be overwhelmed by the crowd. The position under Judge Strulusson was a favorite, and he carefully picked sesame seeds and lost watermelons.

Fiona thanked the other party for her kindness and then laughed it off. If the boss is so easy to fool, will he be the most vocal reserve for the next Chief Justice?The interns are not so pretentious, they obviously love their jobs and are dedicated to their work. Look at the quickness of running up and down. If you suggest him to rest for a while, he will be educated not to be practical and hardworking, so hardworking that he has no friends.

What should Fiona do or what should she do? Finish the task in hand and still get off work on time. How dare she take the initiative to work overtime if the boss doesn't speak.

Master is not happy.

One day at noon, in the bustling cafeteria of the International Federation of Wizards, Victor, who was eating and drinking at a table with several colleagues, withdrew his observing gaze. Let the master look more than twice.

After the young man left, Victor, who had stayed in the cafeteria for a long time, sat next to Heimdall.

"That's Fiona's new intern?" Victor asked.

Heimdall, who was pondering over the crossword puzzle in the newspaper, looked up and asked, "The referee council also knows?"

"I saw him running all over the building this week."

"Very good, it seems to be really diligent."

The master just looked at Heimdall, who concentrated on finding and spelling out the words, and it took a while for him to feel something.

Heimdall was confused by the master's seemingly calm but dejected little eyes.

"He made me very unhappy." Victor said frankly.

"What's going on?" Heimdall quickly pushed the newspaper away and corrected his attitude.

Victor said: "My lover is surrounded by a handsome young guy every day, which makes me feel uneasy."

Comparing my heart to my heart, if the master is being affectionately and warmly greeted every day by a big beauty with a protruding front and back, Judge Stulusson will definitely smash the beauty's face with vinegar.Of course, Misna's interns are just a little more attentive than ordinary interns, but other than that, they are very well-behaved.

"He won't stay long. I want Fiona to hurry up. She and Gant spend less time together these days. If you don't like it, I'll let another judge take him."

Other judges should be very happy. Many wizards in IW are full of praise for Misna's excellence in front of Heimdall all day long. They can list his many advantages that cannot be ignored in less than a week. This sharp little If you don't look away, the international police force is really buried.

"I understand." Victor held Heimdall's hand.

"It is said that I was also rumored to be a member with a strong background at that time. Since I was often used at the beginning, he should follow the fine tradition, and those who can do more work." Heimdall said with a smile.

Victor couldn't help touching his face—even though they were both old couples, the master's purpose was to make a move when it was time to do so.

"Why 'train' him?" Victor asked.

"He came to IW just to practice, so it's better to put a layer of gold on his resume, so that his hard work deserves the name?"

The master chuckled.

Heimdall raised his eyebrows, "I forgot to say, he is the son of Adam Klaus, the one with the household registration book."

Misna was Mrs. Claus's last name.

What the hell!

The old one was not pried, so the younger one was used to pry it. This thing can still inherit the father's business?

The master of divergent brain supplements took the case!

——Excerpt from "The Future Begins Now"

one,

The subject of cursing belongs to the slanted branch of the magic university system, and in the eyes of wizards, its image is mostly "mystery" - Heimdall thought so before.It is not like an ordinary spell, which has a clear target; it is not like an independent branch such as transfiguration, which has an immediate spell effect.It looks very high-end, but also vulgar.

In daily life, the words used when swearing at the sky and the earth are regarded as a form of curse, but most of them are vented verbally and have no practical meaning.

In that era, no matter black magic or white magic, all kinds of magic are good magic if you use your arms and fingers and strike with precision. It and its related theories are up for sale, and they are labeled as grades.Black and white magic separated, and the separation became farther and farther away, and finally became enemies of life and death.

Due to the particularity of its activation, the ambiguity of its effects, and the many loopholes in the literature, the curse was once excluded from the ranks of magic, and then disappeared from the ranks of orthodox magic for a long time. Until today, this discipline is still not a major magic discipline. School's first choice.

After several centuries of ups and downs, after entering the twentieth century, the modern magic world classified curses into the field of black magic.The researchers later discovered that casting a curse requires talent, and its threshold is as irregular as divination, as if it was really destined by heaven.

If Professor Snape's hypothesis is on point, it means that the unlucky Muggle who owns the treasure map has at least one wizard, and he is a very talented curse master.Through a piece of paper, the fuse that caused the greed of wizards and led to the killing of offspring for no reason, he remotely controlled a tragedy that affected several wizard families dozens or even hundreds of years ago.

Under his command, the curse has a clear target and has an immediate effect. What is frightening is that it can be passed on, so that the culprit, Jiuquan, will watch the future generations die with regret because of his one thought.

Greed is not enough for snakes to swallow elephants. If there is no greed, there will be no killing. Once you kill, you will not stop until the enemy dies. The highest level of revenge is nothing more than this.

"He's a genius." Heimdall murmured.

Professor Snape and Victor exchanged glances.

"You agree with my analysis?" Snape asked.

Although they have a good relationship, isn't it too quick to accept his reasoning without hesitation?He wasn't mentally prepared at all.The professor forgot that he had spent several nights analyzing and studying the facts to make sense in order to deduce this point, and now his heart and eyes are full of empty entanglements born of too smooth.

"Your analysis has cleared up some of my clues," Heimdall said, looking at Victor. "Do you still remember those unknown pieces of paper we collected before? I went to several places for those pieces of paper." .”

Victor smiled back, "I think of the fallen referee Derry. It is said that he is highly respected."

"I also remember that his old friend has been writing to you, and we made a special trip to hear a lot of specious things, and we were all kinds of insinuations."

Victor pondered, "In other words, we have been kept in the dark by Henry Draymond, no, it should be said that he thought we knew the inside story and regarded us as sworn enemies, but in fact we have no reason for his hostility. I know. Could it be that his purpose is to hide the treasure map?"

Heimdall rubbed his chin, "So it's not an ancient book."

The shapeless fragments buried in my heart began to outline, rough and unpredictable, but better than helpless.

Snape silently listened to their thoughtless conversation, and with his clever brain, he fumbled for the information that he could deal with the previous analysis.

"Is your collection of papers kept in a safe place?" Snape asked.

Thinking that those might be the key to unlocking the curse, the couple immediately lifted their spirits.

"There is a goblin watching." Heimdall simply mentioned.

Originally thought it was a part of an antique, but thinking of the value of the antique, he kept the piece of paper as the future Galleon.

Snape didn't ask much. Years of undercover career made him always be cautious even in peaceful times.

"Our first task is to collect the fragments, the treasure map," said Snape.

Everything starts from the treasure map and must end through it.

"Okay, regardless of whether this analysis is accurate or not, as far as I am concerned, eight or nine are inseparable." Victor looked at the two, "How can we convey this to Mionier without spoiling the future direction?"

Before Doha left, he told the couple not to intervene too much, the words were still in their ears, and they were worried, and the two papas were worried.

two,

Seeing Mionir's serious face, Claire thought he was reading a book on esoteric spells, but when he got closer, he was scribbling on a piece of colorful letter paper, and he looked quite comfortable.

"Are you writing?" Claire asked.

"Writing a letter, to Fanny."

Claire, who was sitting behind Mionier, moved her butt unnaturally, as if she had been stabbed suddenly.

Mionir turned back and smiled, "Are you jealous?"

Claire was tongue-tied, and just about to explode, Mionier turned her head away, and Claire stared at the back of his head, beating his chest and stamping his feet.

Mionier turned back, "I told Sage—"

Claire didn't even hear what Mionier said, and as soon as she met his eyes, she blurted out: "I don't care at all!"

The room was silent for a moment.

Mionir suppressed a smile and pretended to be nonchalant, "I asked Serge to go home to pick up some things, and I have to settle for lunch by myself. I'll go down to pick up the package and eat while I'm at it. What's your plan?"

"Grandpa is coming." After Claire finished speaking, she walked into the bathroom stiffly, and quickly closed the door.

Mionier, who was sitting at the desk, chuckled for a while, then turned his head and continued writing letters.

Claire in the bathroom looked at her red-faced self in the mirror, and angrily hit the tiled wall with her forehead a few times.

After sending the letter, Mionier took two more packages with the number plate, and went back to the room without staying outside.

He used his wand to release one of the magically compressed packages, and the heavy box the size of a fist turned into a flat box in an instant, with the address on it saying England. He ignored the other and eagerly opened the box.

Inside was a soft-covered notebook.

Mionnier now sees a strange notepad and is in a hurry. He sits on the chair for a few minutes, picks up the notebook after mental construction, and opens it. To his surprise, he is very familiar with the words in the notebook, from Rigg and Dad.Mionnier was relieved, and felt amused by his desperation. Most of the strange writing on the box came from the sending unit.

He sat comfortably on the chair, holding the book in his hand to read, and felt something was wrong when he looked at it, and his reason told him not to read it, he didn't discover these by himself, what if it doesn't match the future!But his eyes scanned line by line uncontrollably, and his fingers rebelliously turned page after page until he finished the entire book.

Mionnier closed his notebook, and then went into a daze again. The sound of laughter came from outside the room, which brought him back to his senses suddenly.He hid the notebook next to his body, picked up the Muggle soda Sage had prepared, and gurgled down it, then hiccupped.

Mionier threw away the bottle, his eyes became firm, and secretly vowed not to be easily shaken, he opened the second box.

The box is about the size of a basketball when decompressed.

There was a letter in it, and only one letter.

Mionier: "..."

There was no writing on the envelope, and the letter was not sealed. He easily took out the parchment attached inside.

"Hi, it's me... Well, I don't know what to say at once, it seems strange to say to myself that I am Mionir, let me call me Doha.

When you read this letter, I have successfully returned to my time, and I have lived a happy and peaceful life without fear or fear.If you are concerned about the situation here, I would like to convey our best wishes to you through this letter. Everything is fine here.

Rigg and Dad had planned for their first, second, honeymoon anyway, and so had Claire and I.The grandpas are happy to look after the children for us. Claire and I originally planned to take the children on a trip together, but the grandpas were full of energy and assigned tasks to each other, so we couldn't bear it...

The above is not the point, just to make you jealous.

Let me ask you a question, did you get a cheat sheet from Rigg and Dad?

In fact, it doesn't affect anything, I also received it at the beginning.In fact, you don’t have to be afraid that it may affect the future and tremble. I recalled it later and found that there is really no other external force that can affect the future. The only one who can affect you is me.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!It's so cool, I can finally write like this, I was tossed a lot at the beginning, so I'm sorry, I can only save face from you, don't mind, I know you are an open-minded person, otherwise I can't see your tomorrow .

Attached to the end of the letter is a small pencil drawing, I believe you can see that it is a key, and a series of spells along the way.

Hope you can handle it.

Believe you can handle it.

Send me the blessing that Claire asked me to carry: Xiaomi is the best!

just go here

Everything will be fine, dear self"

Mionier accepted the letter with a smile, and he did not admit that he would do the same in the future. Only he himself knew that he had deeply drawn all the details into his mind.

Using the spell attached to Doha, he swung his wand at the key on the pencil drawing.

Pencil drawings become real keys.

Mionir curled his lips and laughed at Doha's deception. This kind of spell is naive to deceive a three-year-old baby. It can conjure a usable key, which means that the real key was originally attached to the letter, and it's just a trick.Then I thought that Doha was me, and the feeling of complaining about myself as an adult was simply intoxicating.

This key was a very important clue. He picked up the key and looked at it with great interest, and suddenly thought of a question: Where is this key?

Doha has been showing off for a long time, but this is the only thing missing.

In another place at the same moment, a pair of grandparents and grandchildren dining in a high-end wizarding restaurant looked at each other in dismay.

Lucius put down the water glass in his hand, and restrained the sloppy horse in his heart.

"You said you wanted to change the curriculum?" Lucius smiled.

Claire sat upright and said meticulously: "Yes, grandfather, except for basic courses such as music appreciation, etiquette guidance, and physical exercise, please push other courses for me."

"...Are you entering the rebellious period early?" Lucius was puzzled, he was fine before he came, America is incredible!

"No, I would like to take another course instead."

"Oh?" Lucius came to his senses. Could it be that the eldest granddaughter learned from the United States and felt that the original curriculum was outdated?

This is not impossible, you must know that Citigroup has always been fashionable.

"What course do you want to switch to?"

"At present, my age is not suitable for exposure to too difficult content. I plan for myself from the shallower to the deeper, and gradually develop the corresponding interests, so that I can integrate into it as soon as possible without feeling disgusted."

Lucius was elated, Emma is worthy of being the successor I brought up alone, look at this high awareness, Draco didn't cultivate the advanced awareness of high-quality hobbies in advance.

"I wanted to start with cooking, with simple culinary studies, but also basic sewing and gardening."

Lucius: "..." It must be because of his bad ears.

Grandpa Lucius struggled, "Honey, did you mean Potions, Transfiguration and Herbology?"

To Lucius' disappointment, Claire shook her head resolutely, "Cooking, sewing, gardening, etc., after mastering these three, gradually add other content." Perhaps thinking that was not enough weight, he added indisputably , "I am from the Malfoy family, even if I need to be a housewife in the future, I will be the best housewife!"

Home!court!host!woman!

Lucius is not well.

America is incredible!