HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall handed the wand to the security guard at the door. The security guard smiled at him, put the wand on a magic utensil like an electronic scale, and rows of words were immediately printed on the electronic screen facing the security guard. At the same time, The quill placed next to the electronic scale was erected, and the results obtained by the electronic scale were written on the parchment.

The security guard handed the wand back to Heimdall and asked him to sign under the wand detection record.

After doing all this, Heimdall finally walked into the Icelandic Ministry of Magic.

"Good afternoon, what can I do for you?" The big-eyed Shui Ling girl stood up behind the reception desk. Her skin was as white as snow with a cherry red scarf. She might not be gorgeous enough, but she was bright and lovely.

"...Can you change another language? English for example." Heimdall looked at her expectantly.

Cherry Red girl smiled slightly, "Yes."

Heimdall was relieved.

"Two days ago, I made an appointment with the secretariat of the Department of Magical Sports to visit this afternoon."

"Two days ago?" The girl hurriedly turned around.

Heimdall moved closer, leaned on the table, and looked behind the reception desk.There is a curved cabinet. The height of the cabinet is at the same level as the countertop. There are densely packed long slots. Each slot is filled with paper like a note. From time to time, paper airplanes fly over the head and automatically fall into these slots. .

The girl faces the cabinet, her back to Heimdall.

From Heimdall's point of view, she hadn't moved for nearly half a minute.

"Is there any problem?" Heimdall couldn't help asking.

The girl turned her head, her face was a little pale, and she squeezed out a smile.

"Please wait a moment." She took out her wand and swiped at the cabinet vigorously. A third of the notes were uprooted like potatoes in the field, and washed down with a splash, flooding her desk.

The girl was about to cry, and muttered annoyed and anxiously.

"What does it mean to be very simple, what does it mean to wave the wand lightly, I said I can't..."

It was lunch time now, apart from the two of them in the foyer, occasionally one or two wizards would pass by, fortunately they were all in a hurry.

Heimdall looked at the back of her head, "...Is there any problem?"

The girl turned her head again, her smile trembling.

"Please wait."

"Maybe you can try to start with the time. The cabinet should be marked with a date or a code."

"Oh, yes, that's right, I remember what date she said." The girl threw herself into the ocean of papers, fluttering around in a hurry.

After a while, she looked at Heimdall with a crying voice, "I'm sorry, I can't find..."

"Please allow me." Heimdall raised his wand.

The girl who had no master in her mind nodded her head quickly.

Heimdall waved his wand, and the silver lines intertwined into letters to form his name in the air, and he pushed the line of writing lightly with his wand.The silver words crumpled into a ball of light and shot towards the cabinet quickly, and exploded like fireworks the moment they touched it. The next second, the note with his name on it broke free from the half-empty cabinet, flew into the air, and then Landed on the reception desk.

"Thank you very much." The girl pointed at the note tremblingly with red eyes. "Please sign." Then he began to rummage through the sea of ​​notes for the quill.

Heimdall coughed, "I have a quill, can I use my own?"

The girl straightened up abruptly, breathlessly said: "Of course." Her face was flushed with anxiety and bending over to search.

Heimdall took out a quill and leaned over the table to sign.

The girl said, "You have an appointment with one of the wizards in the Sports Division? Maybe I can send you a note."

"No, he told me to just go up and find him, and he will wait for me in the office."

"It's lunch break and everyone likes to go outside."

Heimdall looked up at her, smiled and said, "It seems a bit unfair to let you stay here alone."

The girl couldn't help complaining, "I can't help it. I'm also covering for someone else. God knows which department sent these notes and where they are going to go. I'm going crazy this morning."

"I can tell." Heimdall returned the signature to her.

"You really don't need me to send you a note?" The girl seemed very expressive.

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Heimdall asked hesitantly.

"what happened?"

"Behind."

The girl turned her head, and the unrestrained sea of ​​notes was beckoning to her, and the girl let out a scream.

"What's going on?" A suspicious question rang in the ears of the two.

"Are you here to pick me up?" Heimdall smiled at the visitor.

"I've been waiting for you in the office." Snow stepped forward to hug him, and then looked at the cherry red girl behind the reception desk. The latter stared wide-eyed, looking extremely panicked.

"What's the matter?" Of course, Snow also found the pile of notes that looked like after an avalanche.

The girl pursed her lips, her face stiffened.

"She's tidying the closet," Heimdall said.

"Tidy up the closet?" Snow looked at Heimdall with a meaningful drawl.

"Yeah, everyone went out to have fun, but she stuck to her post and sacrificed her lunch break to tidy up the cabinets."

"I understand," Snow nodded. "It's good to tidy up the cabinet." Then he swept towards the cabinet. "It looks like it's going to be a big fight."

Heimdall winked at the obviously restless girl, but luckily the latter hadn't completely lost her agility.

"Yes, Director Sturluson, I'm tidying up the cabinet." Although the smile was not very good, at least she remembered it.

"Are you from the Liaison Management Office? I haven't seen you before." Snow's expression showed no emotion at all.

She froze for a moment, "You can't possibly have seen all the wizards working in the Ministry of Magic."

Heimdall really wanted to give her a thumbs up.

When Snow led him out of the front hall, the girl thanked Heimdall repeatedly with her mouth.She thought her actions were very covert, but in fact Director Strulusson just didn't bother to come to the monitoring department, it's lunch break, isn't it?

Heimdall stood at the door, and Snow, who had already entered, smiled at him patiently.

"Come in."

Heimdall averted his eyes from a visitor who seemed to be sitting comfortably on the sofa.He stepped into the office, and Snow closed the door.

Snow didn't seem to see the ironic interaction between the two visitors, which could be called interaction if he deliberately turned a blind eye.

"Sit down," he said to Heimdall.

Heimdall paused for a moment, and sat down at the other end some distance away from the other visitor.

Rommel changed his sitting position, "When will your awkwardness be over?"

"If I told you, it wouldn't be awkward." Heimdall asked Cheese for an apple tea.

Rommel seemed very interested and said, "It seems acceptable, at least you are still willing to talk to me."

"Rommel, don't be so childish." Snow rolled his eyes.

"You obviously did the same thing, but why didn't anything happen?" Rommel expressed his indignation.

Heimdall stopped drinking tea, and looked at Snow in surprise, who was staring at Rommel in disbelief.

"What do you mean 'the same thing'? Is it the same as I think?" Heimdall asked.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but if you mean the princess posters, then congratulations, you guessed it right. Your uncle got one too, and it's beautifully framed—the gold-leafed kind, we We chose the same store, and the owner gave us a discount." Rommel happily announced the answer, and welcomed his younger brother's change of face with an even happier mood.

"You promised not to tell!" Snow complained.

"Did I promise so?" Rommel said calmly. "You are the childish person, don't you know that I am a politician?"

Snow wiped his face wearily.

Heimdall laughed.

"Wait, to be fair, shouldn't you also have trouble with Snow? Instead of smiling so happily." Rommel was full of expectations.

Heimdall shook his head.

"It's really unfair." Rommel said helplessly.

"At least you know what to do next time I get into trouble again." Heimdall grinned.

Snow announced happily: "Rigg has never been at odds with me."

Rommel curled his lips and picked up his cup to drink tea.

"How about my registration for the assessment? Is the Wizengamot in Iceland willing to open the door for me?" Heimdall looked at Snow.

"Basically there is no problem. Although the competition seems fierce, it is all over the world, and there are many screening conditions. There are very few wizards who want to join the International Wizengamot and work hard for it. , very few people have signed up so far. Apart from your lack of working experience in the Icelandic Wizengamo, your other conditions are no worse than others, but I believe that as long as the International Wizengamo does not mind, the Icelandic Wizengamo will not have objection."

"Thank you." Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief and smiled happily.

"Don't be polite to me." Snow smiled slightly.

"Let's go eat first, we'll talk about it after dinner." Rommel put down his glass.

"I still have class in the afternoon." Heimdall looked hesitant.

Rommel said slowly: "You have a practical astronomy class this afternoon, no, it should be tonight, and it doesn't start until after 9 pm, so don't fool me with the class, Mr. Sturluson."

"I'm sorry, Professor Strulusson." Heimdall hesitated. "I just want to make a fuss, and then reluctantly agree."

The two men couldn't help laughing.

"Oh, I saw him again, the haunting spirit is so annoying!" Solger turned his eyes away in disgust.

Reaching a spoon from the floating cradle, Willy Denler asked, "Who?"

Solger had an expression that didn't even want to repeat his name.

"Heimdall Strulusson, who else is there?" Palme, who was sitting opposite them, cut off a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

"You hate him?" Dan Le was puzzled, and followed Palme's attention to see the three people entering the restaurant. "He looks like a nice guy, and he made me feel good when we met last time."

"You see, everyone is fine." Solger didn't mind at all that he contradicted himself, and seemed to be very conniving.

Palme, who was eating sullenly, glanced at Danle blankly, and then quickly retracted his gaze, hiding the disapproval in his eyes.

"I just hate his accent. With Sturluson's surname, his face is cold and high-spirited, as if he is great, but he is actually an abandoned illegitimate child, and not even Sturluson." Saul Jerry couldn't help but sneer.

"Don't talk like that, I don't like it." Dan Le glanced at him.

Solger quickly said: "I didn't mean it, it's really...you don't know him, I believe that sooner or later you will see through his disguise like me, and then you will understand that what I said is the truth. Don't you You know, his father is living well in England. He is said to be a great nobleman, and he is the only son of that nobleman. If so, why his father refuses to let him recognize his ancestors? It shows that he is quite Too bad, even his biological father doesn't want to recognize him."

"...I was very surprised." Dan Le was stunned. "He looks fine."

"That's why I said that everyone looks good to you."

Danle was silent for a moment, as if he wanted to change the subject, he said casually, "What is he doing at the Icelandic Ministry of Magic? I remember he is still a student."

Speaking of this, Solger was a little unhappy, "I heard that he can enter the International Wizengamo and become a regular employee if he finds a relationship, provided that he must pass the assessment of the local Wizengamo. Before the list is submitted, he wants to His uncle entrusted his name to the Wizengamot in Iceland."

"Poor guy who's going to get pushed down," Danler said.

"What do you mean?" Solger asked.

"The selection of the Quidditch national team is also like this. If someone wants to go through the back door, then someone on the list will inevitably be brushed off to make room for the next one. I think the Wizengamot's assessment should be the same."

Solger was lost in thought.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Dan Le was a little uneasy.

"No, no, you said very well, very well, I suddenly thought of a brilliant idea." Solger smiled.

"What do you mean? I don't understand." Danle looked at Palme wonderingly.

The latter kept his attention on the plate, as if he didn't hear or see.

"It's nothing, you don't need to understand. I just thought that I could help a little bit in this matter. After all, every wizard who signed up hopes that he can pass the hard examination and be admitted. If there is unfairness, we should stand up and stop it." .”

"I'm getting more and more confused by what you said." Dan Le frowned.

"Tell the boss that I want to open another bottle of wine, can you please go there yourself, I'm afraid he'll take the wrong one." Soljeer dismissed Dan Le who seemed confused.

When Dan Le walked away, Palme looked up and said: "You shouldn't do this, he didn't provoke you, even if he is really bad, you have a prejudice against him, you shouldn't provoke trouble, and it's wrong for you There is no benefit, and if it is leaked, his uncle and father will not let you go."

"You are really interesting," Solger sneered. "Obviously you are an arrogant and conceited person with no real ability and practical ability. You are so mean and wish that people all over the world have a bad life, but sometimes you have to show a sense of justice, eager to let others think that you are actually an upright person. Good man. Aren't you tired like this?"

Palme's face was pale, and the hand holding the fork trembled slightly.

Solger turned a blind eye to this, "Let me tell you, no matter how naive you are, no matter how brave you are, no matter how upright you are, I will not change my mind. Your pestering will only make me more tired of you."

When Dan Le came back, he just saw Palme's stiff back as he left hastily.

"How did he leave?"

"Let's go naturally after eating." Soljaer took the wine bottle from Dan Le's hand with a smile on his face.

Heimdall found Victor next to the Quidditch pitch. He was sitting on a reef facing the sea, with smooth stones and gently lapping sea water under his feet.Heimdall took off his shoes like him, and stepped on the rocks. When the sea water reached his insteps, he couldn't help shivering. Seeing that the master looked okay, he gritted his teeth and staggered over step by step.

"What's the matter? You look sad." Heimdall said jokingly.

"Why did you come here?"

"The scenery here is awesome," Heimdall took a deep breath, and climbed up a stone half a step away from the master. "I'm here to read the letter too." He held up a few letters in his hand.

Victor smiled.

"Is there any bad news in the letter?" Heimdall noticed that he was not in high spirits.

"My letter was returned." Victor said disappointedly.

"To whom?"

"grandmother."

"Send it again, it's not your problem, and it's not your grandmother's problem, you can change the courier." Heimdall said.

Victor nodded, "It just occurred to me that I haven't been back for a long time."

It turned out to be emotional.

"She is your grandmother, she will never resent you, go back and see her, talk to her, and make her happy." He paused here. "The premise is not to mention anything about me, even if it's just a name."

"I don't want you to be hurt." Victor shook his head.

"I'm not that vulnerable, and you just don't mention me, which has nothing to do with hurting me. I don't want to hurt an old lady because of me."

"Thank you."

Heimdall made a strange face, "It seems that I have been stingy."

Victor smiled, "What are you holding in your hand?"

"By the way," Heimdall jumped off the rock and walked towards Victor. "This is for you, I made it last night."

"Origami?" Victor took it and found that not only that, but the bird made of colored paper has a pair of pearl eyes.To be honest, the master did not expect Mr. Sturluson to be so generous.

"The pearls were given by Toffee's new friend," said Heimdall.

"new friend?"

"I think so, because the pod said that the other party is not harmful, or that the toffee didn't want to hurt the other party. I found that the toffee always brought back some gadgets recently, corals, shells, conch, stones, and brought back a few pearls yesterday .It doesn’t need those things, so they left them all to me.” Heimdall pointed to the pink-blue paper bird. "I chose two about the same size for its eyes, isn't it good?"

Victor played with it for a while, nodded and said, "Not bad."

Heimdall pulled out his wand, tapped the paper bird's beak lightly, and the blue paper bird suddenly came alive, jumping happily in the master's hand twice, and flapping its wings.

[Rig loves Weiwei!Rig loves Weiwei!Rig loves Weiwei! 】

Victor couldn't help laughing, "Very good, although the voice is a bit harsh."

Heimdall gave him a sideways look, acting like a good boy when he got cheap.

"You can still record, but you can only record it again. More powerful functions are being developed." Heimdall couldn't help showing off.

Victor fiddled with the bird's tail twice, and asked in confusion, "What is this for?"

"Let me introduce, that's the essence," Heimdall said seriously. "I made three kinds of tails for this bird, and now what you see is a bottle opener, which can open bottles of wine and butterbeer and cream drinks." He took out two more origami bookmarks, and picked up one of them One, "This is a paper cutter," picked up the other, "This is a nail puller."

Then test the three kinds of tails to Victor to let him know that these three kinds of tails are easy to use and stronger and more durable than metal.

"How is it? It's convenient, right?" Heimdall said triumphantly.

"That's right," thought the master, but one wand actually did it all.

Heimdall added: "I like to make some gadgets lately when I have nothing to do, to get some new products for the joke shop and my own store."

The master has always been very supportive of his enthusiasm for invention and creation.

"I made two last night, and I gave the other one to Toffee to bring it to its new friend. Although those things were for Toffee, but now I hold them, I should give something back. Hope it Your new friends will love it."

Victor smiled slightly, "You did the right thing."

Heimdall happily crawled back to his own rock, and opened the letter in hand.

After a while, Victor found that his expression was no longer as relaxed as before, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"It's from the Wizengamot in Iceland," Heimdall looked at Victor with a dazed expression. "The above said that someone reported that I used illegal means to obtain registration qualifications. The Wizengamot in Iceland will investigate this matter. They will hold a hearing the day after tomorrow. At that time, I will prove my innocence at the hearing."

Victor was astonished.

Heimdall looked bitter, "Thousands of people are fine through the back door, why can't they come to me? Could it be that I got in someone's way? Impossible, Snow said that the screening is very strict, so the quota On the contrary... Could it be that Merlin warned me? But why me? My boss and his boss's bosses all acquiesced in my going through the back door."