HP's Foreign Land

After Lange's case was over, the turmoil about Ansip did not subside. Lange was just a small node in his trial career, and the gavel would continue to be struck in front of him.Therefore, IW was still busy, and Heimdall had no time to meet the pen pal who was finally able to stand under the sun. Leading by example, the little clerk Stuluson pretended to have amnesia.

Six days later, in the afternoon, Hollingworth put down his quill, handed over a stack of documents that would not delay the matter even if it was processed next week, and handed over to Heimdall, seemingly cautiously telling him that the matter was urgent, please go to the chief on duty immediately office.

At this point, the time has come to the end of the summer vacation.

When Heimdall walked into the office of the rotating chief, Justice Girondt was reclining on the back of his chair with his eyes closed. It is said that people will feel tired from time to time when they get old, but their sleep time is very short.Heimdall didn't dare to disturb, he stood aside and stared at a shallow mark on the wall in amazement.

Girond woke up suddenly, and didn't react much when he found Heimdall.Heimdall quickly handed in the document, Girondt took the parchment, did not read it, but glanced up at him.Heimdall didn't know what expression to use, so he could only stare back with dull eyes and a blank expression.

"Sit down." Girond waved his hand, and a chair rubbed against Heimdall.

After he sat down, Gironde said: "I heard from your boss that the Andrew Lange case is thanks to you."

Heimdall is struggling, where did the judge hear the term "boss"? !

"As a member of IW, I should." Heimdall said carefully.

"I heard that next school year you will go to a Nordic magic school as an exchange student?"

"Yes...but the language problem has been bothering me, and I'm a little worried about what to do." Heimdall touched his head.

"Aren't you Nordic?"

"...I was originally British."

"Haven't you learned any Nordic language in these years?"

Heimdall was a little embarrassed, "I thought it was unnecessary. I thought my working life was far away from those." And his father Rommel never urged him to learn foreign languages, and he became completely indifferent over time.

Gironde smiled.

In the ensuing conversation, Girondt did not mention a single word about the information Heimdall had submitted earlier, as if the justice had forgotten it while chatting with him, or seemed to know nothing about it.This in turn deepened Heimdall's uneasiness, and he couldn't find the point of entry after struggling with the words, and the little clerk Strulusson was restless.

Half an hour later, Girond started to take out his pocket watch. Heimdall understood that this was a signal to see off the guests. However, did the big boss miss something? !

"By the way, about your information..."

Heimdall turned around excitedly, looking forward to it.

"I will write you down in the credit book, so don't worry." Gironde looked like a kind old man who was persuasive and seductive.

When Heimdall returned to the office, Hollingworth didn't ask him why he didn't bring the documents back. By the time he realized it, it was already time to get off work.Seeing that the colleagues in the office had almost left, Heimdall, who deliberately had nothing to do to dawdle, slid over to Hollingworth like a thief.

"Did you not tell the above about Grindelwald?"

"What do I need to report to you?" Hollingworth pretended not to understand.

"No, that's not what I meant. Don't be angry..." Heimdall was afraid that the boss might misunderstand, so he quickly expressed his feelings. "I thought Lord Justice Gironde was going to ask me something, but he didn't ask anything."

Seeing his tangled look, Hollingworth couldn't help being angry and funny.

"What are you thinking about all day when you're young?! Wouldn't it be better not to ask? Since that item has come in handy, it means that the higher-ups are going to turn a blind eye to it, and after so many years, do you think that our IW has a good relationship with Grindel?" Do you really know nothing about Wo’s movements?! Do you think the police force is usually only responsible for standing guard and walking the dog, and nothing else?!” Hollingworth patted him on the back forcefully, with a look of hatred The look of steel. "It's just a temporary little follower who hasn't even signed a contract. No one will trick you. Just put that heart back in peace. It's not your turn to talk about world events."

Heimdall said with a sad face, "I'm just worried that the higher-ups will use the source of the information as an excuse. I don't want to be sent home suddenly and kicked out for no reason."

Hollingworth gritted his teeth when he heard this, "Am I your boss or are you my boss? Do you think I will quietly watch people kick you out? Leave you alone and let you fend for yourself? If you really think so I'm going to kick you out right now!" Little heartless is really little heartless!

The little clerk Sturlusson realized belatedly that he had offended the boss because of his unrestrained imagination, and hurriedly bowed down with a smiling face.

Hollingworth threw out a letter with a cold face.

Heimdall took it with a dry smile, "What is this?"

"Andrew gave it to you. Are you free on the weekend? He wants to treat you to dinner."

"How is he now? I remember him talking about wanting to travel the world."

"I do not want to tell you."

"..."

Heimdall should have realized long ago that his boss is actually quite narrow-minded.

When the day agreed in the letter came, Lange came to visit directly, which Heimdall did not expect. Rommel's house was always deserted, because his father was a person who pursued a comfortable life, that is, he should spend time outside of work. He must also stay away from the hustle and bustle, and he rarely invites guests to his home.

Heimdall's astonishment was obvious when he saw the two people, whom he had no impression of, sitting in the tea room and chatting relaxedly.

"Hi, Rigg." Lange stood up and smiled at him.

Heimdall stepped forward to hold his outstretched hand, the two looked at each other, grinned at the same time, and hugged each other vigorously at the same time.

"Nice to meet you, dear pen pal," said Heimdall. “It would be nice to not have a metal fence.”

"I'm trembling when I see the cast iron handrails now." Lange joked, and then he took out the greeting gift.

Heimdall blinked and took the gift.

"Oh, it looks really lively."

The meeting gift Lange gave him was a sunflower with a large flower plate. Director Sturluson looked at the center of the plate and pondered.

"I don't know what young people like these days, I hope you don't think I'm a weirdo." Lange turned to Rommel and said, "I haven't bought a gift for more than 20 years. In an impressive store, the items sold in it are no longer as chic as before, and they are actually time-honored."

"The current wizard shop has been in business for a year, and the shop owner thinks it is ten years." Rommel is not surprised.

Langer found Heimdall staring at the flower plate thoughtfully, and thought he didn't like it.

Heimdall suddenly said cheerfully: "I asked Hina to study and study, and these in the middle can be fried into melon seeds!"

Rommel can't help but laugh, he can think of anything to eat, even a flower...

Heimdall said again, "If it succeeds, I'll serve you a drink."

Rommel thought amusedly that I still need some sunflower seeds from you? !But in the end it was the kindness of his son who ordered Dodoma to take the sunflower down.

Heimdall and Lange left Rommel's residence, and as agreed, Lange took him to the Chili Swan.

They sat down in a small private room, Heimdall declined the menu, and the menu fell directly in front of Lange.

"I don't understand." Heimdall said helplessly.

The menu of Chili Swan is either French or Italian, surrounded by strong "regional discrimination", Heimdall can only swallow his saliva silently looking at the fancy and delicious pictures on it.

After ordering, he found that he was still indifferent, Lange put up the menu to remind him.

"Don't you want to eat? The signature boletus?"

Heimdall shook his head, looking like he was full of everything.

Lange shook his head with a smile, and returned the menu.

When the appetizers were served, Heimdall asked curiously, "You know my dad?" The way they chatted was not like meeting them for the first time.

"It should be said that he has been famous for a long time 20 years ago. His status today is by no means a vain name."

Hearing that he admired his father so much, Heimdall felt a little proud.Considering Lange's age, Heimdall believes that he and his father should be regarded as the same generation, that is, they entered politics at about the same age.

"Any plans? When are you going to travel?" Heimdall chatted with him.

"That plan has been cancelled." Lange poured some light wine for Heimdall. "I found that I don't want to be idle anymore. I desperately hope to find something to do, even if it's looking at the store for others, or even doing cleaning and maintenance work, I am willing."

According to the Muggle world, Lange's personal resume is a high-achieving student, and his work experience is also quite rich and colorful, except that the "stain" of 20 years in prison is a bit of an eyesore.Although the court has found him not guilty, the recruiting unit will have some concerns.

"I went to a consultant and he gave me some suggestions. I decided to give it a try. I went to the Ministry of Magic four days ago. I stood in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic and waited for a long time. The security guards didn't show up. You can't enter the main hall without registering as a visitor, so I came out again."

Lange has lived in prison for 20 years, and the biggest sequelae is that he has become cautious in abiding by the law.For example, the saying that you cannot enter the main hall of the Ministry of Magic without registration, in fact, if you do not register and no one will stop you, you can go in directly. Even if the Ministry of Magic investigates afterwards, the big fault is not on you.But Lange's approach is correct and should be, just like running a red light.

Heimdall said: "The Estonian Ministry of Magic is in a mess right now. Even if you go in, no one will take care of you."

Lange shrugged, "So I still went to the International Federation of Wizards. Although registering with the Federation of Wizards was far away, I finally registered, and they gave me a quick answer."

"What did you register?" Heimdall asked in confusion.

"I applied to the International Council for Wizarding Education for teacher qualifications, and got a teacher recruitment list, which marked all the magic schools that need teachers. I plan to apply for a job."

"Do you have a teaching certificate?"

"Yes." Lange smiled shortly. "I have taken various qualifications, and I don't even remember how many there are. At the beginning, my parents forced me to take one or the other in order to add luster to my political career. Who would have thought that one day I really did need them, and they did come in handy. My parents were prescient when you think about it.”

Although his tone seemed to be joking, and his expression also showed it, Heimdall couldn't laugh at all.

"So is there any progress?" Heimdall made himself look eager for an answer to the question.

"I went to several magic schools, and the answers I got were basically satisfactory."

Heimdall understood, which meant he was in demand.

"This news is exciting, you haven't made a decision yet?"

"I already have the answer. Maybe our identities will change after you start school."

Heimdall was stunned for a moment, "...Heideggrak?"

Lange nodded, and the serious expression on his face made people laugh.

"You are too mean!" Heimdall said with a straight face. "We were equal in the beginning, well, you have become a professor, you are a generation above me, and I will bow to you in the future, otherwise homework... Which subject do you teach?"

"Potions." Lange smiled. "I'll take good care of you, Mr. Sturluson."

Heimdall felt more and more hateful about him, no wonder he talked so speculatively with his father.

"By the way, I ran into a few acquaintances during the few days when I went to the International Council of Wizard Education to apply for job qualifications." Lange said.

"Acquaintances?" Heimdall wondered, his acquaintances had nothing to do with him.

"Not my acquaintance, but your acquaintance. Little Lacarini, do you know him?"

"Yes, we are from the same school, I want to call him senior brother." Heimdal paused. "He's not the same as before. He's closer than before, and he seems a lot more easy-going." Little Lacarini looked exactly like his arrogant and supercilious Lao Tzu.

Lange laughed, seeming to find Heimdall's statement amusing.

"Old Lacarini has been like a day for ten years, he was like that when he was young."

"you recognize?"

"I have seen it, but I can't talk about knowing it."

Hearing the indifference in Lange's words, Heimdall felt that the old Lacarini was quite tragic, and people of his generation didn't seem to have a good impression of him.

"It seems Lacarini Jr. has also applied for teaching qualifications."

Heimdall almost spat out the meat in his mouth, "He wants to be a teacher?"

"You look surprised."

"It's more surprising than hearing that Victor is a teacher."

Surprisingly, Lange didn't respond. As he said earlier, he met a few acquaintances. In other words, Heimdall was not the only one who choked. Unfortunately, Director Strulusson ignored this detail.

At another place at the same time, someone was also very surprised, that is Mr. Lombardy Lacarini, the father of the little Lacarini in question.

The former Italian Minister of Magic stormed into his son's study aggressively, and the latter was happily writing a plan—how to make the teacher's career develop more smoothly.

His father obviously couldn't understand his good mood very much.

"What's going on here?!" La Carini said with a sullen face, warning his son with a vivid expression change. Lao Tzu was very angry and the consequences would be serious.

Lacarini put down the quill and put a book on the schedule. This was not to prevent his father from snatching it. His father was not so "friendly". The reason for doing this was to prevent him from getting emotional .

"I told you once that I was very interested in education, and you encouraged me to try it. Why, you don't look happy."

"Don't forget, you're working in the education sector right now."

"Correcting dispensable documents all day long, signing messy proposals, and dealing with things that have already been finalized, this is not the career I pursue."

"The career you're pursuing?" Lacarini looked disgusted. "Heideggerak is your pursuit?! To become a teacher in that disgusting place? What kind of magic did Rommel's son cast on you? Or did he give you some potion?"

"It's useless to say anything else, I have already signed the contract, and the agreement has come into force." Lacarini Jr. was calm.

Lacarini's complexion was unpredictable, and his gloomy eyes made it hard to stare at.Raccarini Jr. was beating his heart. Although he was an adult, it seemed that his father could no longer influence him as he did before, but the power still remained. Raccarini Jr. tried his best not to look away from his father's sharp gaze.

After a long time, Lacarini's voice sounded again.

"Daria's father is very pleased with you."

"I have a good impression of him, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to marry his daughter." Lacarini Jr. wanted to applaud himself loudly. Under such circumstances, he was able to think clearly and answer fluently.

Lacarini smiled coldly, "What kind of person do you want to marry? Don't wishful thinking about disgusting bloodlines like the Strulusson family, I won't agree..."

"I'm past the age when love is paramount, and I wouldn't naively think that my future wife will be like me. You can rest assured that I will marry a woman, but definitely not Dalia."

"What's wrong with Dalia?"

"You can try it yourself."

Lacarini's eyes widened.

Little La Carini shook his head quickly, "That's not what I mean, I mean, if you tell Dalia that you are willing to marry her, she will definitely erase me from her mind immediately and put you in her mind For her, as long as she can be Madame La Carini, she doesn't mind who her husband is at all."

Lacarini was silent for a while.

"Last week, my grandfather introduced a young lady to me. Don't get excited. It's either your ideal lady from a famous family, or a girl from an ordinary wizard family. Generally speaking, I have a good impression of her, although there is no novel The kind of heart-pounding scene in the movie, but life is not a novel. She is a quick-thinking, articulate girl. I am tired of women who can't spell spells, but who have every luxury. I know my choice. I don't want to live my whole life with a fool."

Lacarini frowned at his unabashed remarks.

"I don't want to wrong myself in order to consolidate my position, and I don't want to force myself to choose options that I don't even want to choose, because I am going in a different direction from you, and I don't have to compromise for tomorrow." Lacarini finally summoned up his courage Said these words. "My mother once said to me: 'Your father is a poor man, you can't imitate anyone else.' I'm sorry, Daddy, I don't want to disappoint my mother."

Lacarini seemed to be seeing his son for the first time, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Here, after Heimdall said goodbye to Lange, he went to Anna's place, and the master was making jam in the kitchen.Heimdall went directly to the kitchen. Victor picked up some jam with a small wooden spoon. After tasting it, Heimdall put up two thumbs up and ate toast with the freshly baked jam.

The amount of chili swan makes the stomach capacity feel very aggrieved.

Victor poured him a cup of tea and sat down beside him.

Heimdall said vaguely, "You know, Lacarini Jr. is going to be a teacher."

Victor's hand paused, "Oh, really?" He looked very surprised.

"Andrew told me that he met Lacarini Jr. at the International Council of Wizard Education, and Racarini Jr. also applied for the teacher's qualification."

Victor remained calm, "Apart from this, did Mr. Lange say anything else?"

"Other?" Heimdall was puzzled.

Victor lowered his head and licked off the jam on Heimdall's mouth, "Is it too sweet?"

Heimdall, who was unknowingly being diverted from the topic, didn't notice it, and smiled brightly.

"It's delicious. Get me a bottle later and take it home for Dad to try."

Victor thought to himself that his culinary skills could make Rommel spotless.In fact, the master's culinary skills are by no means at the pinnacle, at most he is a master of the family version, but everything can be distinguished by comparison. Mr. Sturlusson's chowder level is too poor, even the eloquent Chairman Sturlusson Sorry to give my son money on this.