HP's Foreign Land

Judge Hollingworth is in a good mood recently. The Pegasus horse who was found to be suffering from a rare animal depression by the breeders of magical animals—that is, the big green garlic in Heimdall’s mouth—has improved in mood and no longer Worrying all day long, he began to eat in small amounts. Before that, Tianma had been on a hunger strike for three days.

Judging from Hollingworth's personality, he would never buy things that are difficult to serve, because it is enough for a family to have one difficult to serve, and his wife has unfortunately found a husband like him. As the head of the family, there is It is necessary to minimize the burden on the wife.But this pegasus was a gift from his father-in-law on the tenth anniversary of his marriage with his wife, and he had to accept it, thus increasing the burden on his wife. Hollingworth felt guilty for failing to fulfill his promise.

Today is the young judge's rest day. According to the plan, he will accompany his wife to go shopping, and go to the museum to comment on the masterpieces of wizard painters. I bought a bouquet of roses at the store and a garnet necklace at the jewelry store, planning to surprise my wife during the meal, thanking her for taking care of the family for 20 years, taking care of their children, and never complaining about the boring workaholic husband. .But his well-planned show ended without a problem because of a little heartless boy named Heimdall Strulusson.

"You'd better come up with a good enough reason to convince me, because I left my wife alone in the restaurant, she should be the protagonist of today!" Hollingworth rushed into the door like a gust of wind, glaring at the woman on the chair. The wizard who led the way stood by the door with a panicked expression on his face.

Heimdall immediately stood up and said helplessly, "I'm sorry."

Hollingworth let out a breath, calmed down, and said, "What made you go around such a big circle and choose to go through IW's external help window instead of going directly to the headquarters of the Wizarding Union?"

The place where Heimdall is now is the manual customer service department where he worked, that is, a small office in the wizard consultation and liaison office, which belongs to the external window of IW.

"Maybe my way of handling it is too cautious, but I don't know what kind of decision the higher-ups will make after knowing about this matter, so I think it over and over again, it's better to be cautious." Heimdall said without a trace eye door.

Hollingworth narrowed his eyes, and looked back at the bewildered witch, who looked back without knowing.Hollingworth raised an eyebrow, and the witch grinned silly.

Hollingworth sighed, "Thank you, Miss Trika, we need to speak alone for a while, if you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind." The witch named Trika smiled all over her face.

Hollingworth looked at her patiently, until she found that Heimdall was looking at her with the same expression, she reacted, smiled brightly at the two, grabbed the doorknob, left the room and closed it. Door.

Hollingworth felt his anger drained from this.

"Sit down." He sat on the other side, facing Heimdall across the table.

"I think you should look at things before I tell you everything." Heimdall put the bag on the table, where it had been held in his hand.

The rope on the bag was untied, the bag slid down, and the contents of the bag jumped out.Hollingworth suddenly clenched the handles on both sides of the chair, and it took a lot of effort not to let himself jump up at that moment.

Under the square glass cover, a balance is shining with golden light. The difference is that the balance is tilted 6 degrees to the right in a static state.It is said that Bonacourd thought he was unfair in dealing with the troll and Liechtenstein, which caused the wizarding family to lose a brother. Magic, to tip the scales forever.The reason why it tilts to the right is because the right side where the balance was located back then, that is, the west side, is the direction of Liechtenstein, which means bowing and apologizing. The 6th degree represents the six trolls that made trouble in Liechtenstein.

"The 6-degree inclination is very important, which allows me to confirm whether it provides convenience." Heimdall was not surprised by his boss. Merlin knew how shocked he was when he saw the scale.

"Where did you find it?" Hollingworth was eager to know what happened.

"It's thanks to the goblins that they found it for me."

"Goblin?!" Hollingworth may have imagined it thousands of times, and he may be the same as all the judges who are fighting on the front line of IW, but he has never considered that the thief who has been rumored for more than two hundred years will be the hero of recovering the lost property. , this psychological gap is quite ecstasy.

"The outer glass cover was presented by President Newlon. He said that he was very happy to know that the grievances of the goblins were finally washed away, so he provided a glass cover for free, so that I can properly and safely hold the balance. Bring it back to avoid damage that may be caused by bumps and bumps."

Heimdall was so ashamed at the time, he represented IW to accept the goblin's ridicule. The most difficult thing was that he couldn't refute it, because he had been wronged for more than 200 years.

After that, Heimdall described the ins and outs in detail, including what he saw and heard in the tomb, and pointed out the triumphant farewell letter under the base of the scale.

Hollingworth finished reading the confession book, and his expression was very deep. Heimdall was not sure of his plan for a while, so he had to keep silent.

"What do you think we should do about this matter?" Hollingworth broke the silence and looked at Heim to disturb.

"Bring the scales back to IW, and don't let anyone know about it yet."

"Do you think it should remain a secret?"

"Until the higher authorities decide what to do."

Hollingworth asked again, "Public?"

"It's not up to me to decide."

"What if I let you decide?"

Heimdall touched his nose, "Apologize to the fairies."

"So you agree to make it public?"

"These are two different things. The goblins have been wronged by IW for more than 200 years. If Ping is found today, we should give them an explanation. If the transfer is reversed today, wouldn't IW want to seek justice for himself? At least we should give an explanation. "Heim Dalton paused. "But it has nothing to do with whether it's public or not."

Hollingworth laughed.

Encouraged, Heimdall continued, "We wrongly blamed the goblin, who would have thought that this was caused by IW's internal problems, assuming that self-satisfied wizard is still alive, he will face the most severe sanctions, it's a pity that both of them We were sentenced by the god of death a century ago. We can't be serious with a dead person. We can only let the living people be less disturbed by the public opinion caused by him. We must think for the wizards who are now working in IW, and we must not act hastily.

"Finished?" Hollingworth asked.

"It's over."

"Very well, I will carefully consider your opinion."

"It's an honor to share your worries."

"Then let's talk about other things. After making great achievements, we should always reward them with merit." Hollingworth said slowly. "Since you have realized that this matter may not be made public, you have set yourself a performance mode of 'sacrificing the small self to achieve the big self', tell me what is in your heart, what are your requirements?"

"Look at what you said, I am such a profiteer in your heart?" Heimdall looked insulted. "I'm doing this for the sake of the International Wizengamot, and for everyone. How can you interpret my behavior so arbitrarily? I really can't accept it!"

Facing his righteous indignation, Hollingworth didn't even move his eyelids, "Don't tell me something that you don't even believe yourself."

"When can I become a regular?"

"..." Hollingworth choked at his turn of events.

"good mood?"

Heimdall bared his white teeth without hesitation, "I may become an official errand runner. Although he only said that he considered it, I believe the coefficient of reality is very high. After all, I did not make excessive demands."

"Indeed, I think your request is cheap and frustrating." Victor closed the menu.

"I don't want to over-consume my good impression in the mind of my boss. That should be reserved for when it really needs to play a role." Heimdall shook his hand and pushed the menu back.

Victor called the waiter.

The waiter quickly left after confirming the menu, and the two smiled at each other.

Victor took a sip of the light pre-dinner wine, a trace of hesitation flashed across his face, which made Heimdall inexplicably vigilant.

"Baby, I have something to tell you." The master put down his glass.

"Wait." Heimdall also took a sip of his light wine. "Every time you talk to me with this expression, what is waiting for me is not a good thing. Please make me happy for a while."

Victor grinned.

"Okay, tell me." Heimdall looked ready to die.

"It's not that serious." Victor didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Whether it is serious or not, I will make my own judgment after I hear it. Thank you. Tell me."

"...It's actually an advertisement for the next quarter."

Heimdall hesitated, "An advertisement for the new Comet series?"

"Correct."

"...It's really not serious, it's because I'm in danger." Heimdall admitted his mistake decisively.

"Listen to me first." The master thought he was a little too lax. "Comet attaches great importance to the new series. They decided to hold a new product display next weekend. At that time, some famous players, politicians, scholars and other celebrities will be invited to promote the new product. Therefore, they are going to put the first wave of advertisements for the new product before next weekend. Push it out."

"That's why you were in such a hurry on Monday?"

"Yes, they've been working on the new campaign for three months."

"Why didn't you shoot it until now? And it was so rushed."

Victor shrugged, "Because I haven't let go of the content of the commercial shooting."

"You don't want to shoot?" Heimdall was a little surprised, the master has always been known for being easy-going when shooting commercials.

"They added a heroine to the new series of advertisements, who seemed to be a princess or something, and added a second male protagonist, who was initially set to be a rich man or a neighboring prince who specially made trouble for the male and female protagonists."

"...Understood." Heimdall took another sip from his glass. "The old-fashioned tear-jerking love story is always like this. The hard-working second male protagonist is the opposite that exists to set off the truth, goodness and beauty. What is the standard between the male and female protagonists?"

"Holding hands, hugging, gazing affectionately..." Victor gave examples one by one.

Mr. Stulusson expressed his generosity.

"And kisses..."

"This won't work! This won't work!" Heimdall said loudly. "You're not an actor, why would you sacrifice my interests to make a broom whose sales volume is unknown?!"

Victor exaggeratedly let out a sigh of relief, "If you tell me you don't mind, I'm going to have a headache."

"I can tolerate you holding hands and hugging... It would be even better if you didn't even hug. Discuss the post-processing with them? You can blame me for the reason, and say that I forced you to die."

"Why do you think they would rather wait three months and not change their minds?"

"...in order to wait for you to change your mind?"

Victor smiled helplessly.

"How much is the liquidated damages?" Director Sturlusson asked deeply.

Victor gave a number.

Chief Sturlusson slumped on the back of the chair with a face full of exhaustion.

At this time, the dishes ordered were served, and Heimdall seemed to have no appetite, but the force with which he poked the meat with a fork and the way he chewed it made the master shudder.

"Do you want to join?" Victor asked tentatively. "I mentioned it to them and they didn't seem to object."

Heimdall was a little puzzled at first, but then suddenly realized.In other words, the matter actually found a solution?Victor gasped for words again?

After thinking about this, Heimdall smiled, "They agreed to change the scale? You should have said it earlier! If that's the case, then I will act in friendship and won't ask them for money. You let them inquire about it. I used to shoot for Xingyun Advertising salary, that’s a lot of money.”

Victor couldn't help laughing.

Heimdall was very excited, "What do you want me to play? The prince who beats mandarin ducks?" This role was tailor-made for him. There is no pressure to act in his true colors, and he was a little eager to try it. gulp.

"They gave two options. One, the prince who beat the mandarin ducks with a stick and ended in tragedy; the other, the princess who fell in love and finally married the explorer. I recommend you to play the princess."

The wine from Heimdall's mouth sprayed into the soup bowl.

Victor immediately took out the napkin to wipe his mouth for him. Heimdall coughed twice, took off the napkin, and said incredulously, "Don't you know that I carry a handle?"

Victor deliberately glanced at him, and said calmly, "If you put on a skirt, you won't be able to see it."

Chief Sturluson's facial features were distorted.

"If you don't agree, I will flirt with other women." The master issued an ultimatum.

On Thursday morning, Heimdall entered the auditorium. As soon as he got to his old position, the members of the study group who had been chattering and arguing around the newspaper immediately fell silent.Draco carefully put the newspaper on the other side, thinking his cousin wouldn't notice it.

"What are you talking about?" Heimdall sat down and found that they looked at him a little bit subtlely, and the idea of ​​being marginalized suddenly disappeared.

Jeanna, the only one who didn't join the debate, dropped the letter in her hand and smiled meaningfully.

"They were discussing Klum's new advertisement just now, so they kept it secret in order not to stimulate your fragile nerves."

"Jeanne!" Draco yelled in disapproval, and then found that what he did actually verified what Jeanne said.

Heimdall tried his best not to change his expression, and Li Xiaoge in his heart was already bent forward in frustration.

"Oh, that's nothing, I was also there that day." Heimdall asked for a cream-filled oatmeal.

"Your prince played very well." Todor praised. "The ruthless, ruthless, cruel and gloomy abnormal temperament is brought into full play, and I still have goose bumps."

Heimdall paused while eating the wheat cake, "I'll take it as your praise."

He played the prince and the princess again, and the comet company, which had saved a lot of expenses, was overjoyed. In the past two days, Director Strulusson was troubled by the sequelae of one person playing two roles.

"Honestly," Yael said with a small look on his face. "Wouldn't something happen between Krum and the heroine? Such a big beauty is in front of me, and the two of them in the ad are still kissing each other. If it was me, I would definitely agree to it without saying a word."

"Krum is not you!" Draco gave him an angry look.

Heimdall's expression was very ethereal, "The heroine never showed her face from the beginning to the end, but only showed a small side profile at the end that can't be seen clearly. How do you know she is a big beauty?"

"Intuition!" Yael said decisively. "If she wasn't beautiful, Krum would never have kissed her like that!"

It turns out that people are judged by themselves.

Heimdall didn't speak anymore, Draco and the others misunderstood him, thinking that he was not as generous as he showed, they all expressed their understanding, and stopped wandering around this topic.The boys focused on Comet's broom products and gave their opinions.Jeanna aimed at the timing and whispered to Heimdall.

"I can guarantee that when you stand in front of me in a skirt, I won't feel the slightest nausea." Jeanna winked at him.

"Even if a really big beauty says this to me, it won't make me happy." Heimdall was haggard. "I'm worried about my leg hair, what if it doesn't grow back... and my handsome eyebrows, which are now slender like malnutrition. Fortunately, the males around me are not so slender."

Jeanne stuck out her tongue and made a face.

Ms. Orville was also at the scene that day. She was very interested in making magic props. That day, she went to the shooting scene with the master she found. According to herself, she gained a lot of rewards and at the same time consolidated the idea of ​​​​developing into this industry.But her boyfriend didn't see it that way, and the two had constant disagreements.His boyfriend seemed to hope that she would find a stable job, that is, he hoped that she would work hard in her studies to find a stable job. If Jeanna eventually became a magic prop maker, she would probably be locked up in the laboratory every day.

"Actually, his mother wants him to marry a housewife, because his mother is a full-time wife." When Jeanne talked about her boyfriend, she was no longer as angry as she was a while ago, and her sharp tone revealed more indifference. "He seemed to think so too, and I said to him, what you need is a house-elf, not a wife. God knows, I wasn't even 17, and I was forced to have a relationship with a man who already considered me his property." Discuss how to cook, how to take care of the children?"

"...Are you implying a breakup?" Heimdall asked.

Jeanna didn't deny it, "He asked me to calm down for a few days and contact me again in a few days. I think he should be the one to calm down."

Heimdall looked at the letter in front of her, and Jeanne immediately said, "It's not this, I'm going to tell you about this." She pointed to the letter. "From Duncan."

"Come to solicit votes?"

"No, he asked me for the contact information of the long-legged beauty in Krum's advertisement." Jeanna said apologetically. "I really didn't reveal it on purpose. I just sent my mother the photo of us that day. Who knows how Duncan saw it..."

Blindly identifying as beautiful women without even looking at their faces clearly, these men are really hopeless.Now, Heimdall thinks nothing can shake him.

"Just say you don't know, or just ignore him, and he won't be interested in a few days." Heimdall said calmly.

"I hope so." Jeanna nodded.

After finishing Professor Krum's history of the wizarding movement on Friday afternoon, the professor and Heimdall confirmed the itinerary for Saturday's comet new product exhibition during dinner time. At the same time, Heimdall received a message from Hollingworth The letter was sent by the boss in his personal capacity.

After Heimdall finished reading and put down the letter, Victor asked him how he was doing.

"My boss said in a letter that he had already mentioned my request to the rotating chiefs, and the chiefs decided to create an opportunity for me. If I seized it, I would become the youngest official employee in the past 50 years after the war. If I I failed to grasp the opportunity...the above didn't say what would happen, probably it just didn't change."

"what chance?"

"The International Wizengamo will select outstanding talents from the Wizengamo in specific countries this year to join the ranks of the international family. This is a common practice. If I participate in the assessment as a regional candidate, I can avoid The International Wizengamo's rule that minors are not allowed to become regulars. The assessment is tentatively scheduled to be held next month."

"You are not an official employee of IW, even if you join the Wizengamot of a certain country, it will not violate the regulations." Victor observed his expression, "It seems that you already have a plan."

Heimdall picked up a list that Hollingsworth sent with the letter, which listed the countries to be selected this time and other information.

"I'm an Icelandic wizard, I have to ask Snow for this matter."

"Don't tell Rommel? He will be sad."

Heimdall pursed his lips, "He happily told me in his letter yesterday that he was very happy to have another daughter, so I decided to make trouble with him."

Vic laughed.