HP's Foreign Land

"You came to me just to stare at my house elf?" Snow couldn't help reminding.

Cheese didn't actually show up - most of the time the elf doesn't show up at work without explicit instructions from the owner - but Rommel never spoke, and his poor house-elf just stood there with the teapot on his head , At least 15 minutes have passed.

Rommel came back to his senses, "Thank you, Cheese, I don't need it anymore."

The half-empty teapot finally disappeared.

Snow suddenly felt that the sense of security was slowly draining away from him, "Cheese, tell my brother, no matter how hard he tries, you have no interest in leaving your current master for someone else."

There is an extra snack on the coffee table that won't fall off crumbs or make your hands greasy, and then the sound of cheese can be heard.

He faithfully repeated his master's words, and then said, "Can cheese speak its mind?"

Snow didn't say a word, as if he wasn't surprised.

"I'm just waiting for you to speak your mind." Rommel encouraged.

"Cheese stands ready to take over from Mr. Dodoma once he announces his retirement."

Rommel laughed, "I like house elves who are pursuing, although this truth is out of place for me."

Snow sighed, "Cheese, are you implying that I will compete for the position of patriarch?"

Having successfully completed the task of invigorating the atmosphere, Cheese retreated quietly.

Rommel seemed to be in high spirits, "You can write a few letters to those tabloids who complain that there is no sensational news all day long, as if life is worse than death, and tell them that the brothers of the Sturluson family's first line are against the wall, and they will definitely cry with joy."

Snow rolled his eyes, "Okay, the joke time is over, let's get down to business."

Rommel shook his head, "I just suddenly realized that Master Solger's thinking ability is higher than I thought."

Master Solger? !Snow shook his head, this Rommel.

"How did he know? I thought it was a secret. It's not the first time that the International Wizengamo has recruited people from all over the world. If it wasn't for Rigg, I wouldn't have paid attention to it. The importance of this matter is not high, because they don't want to lose talent at all." Snow couldn't figure it out.

"I'm not surprised at all that he would know that Lange's name works well in Iceland," Rommel said.

Snow became more puzzled, "I thought he didn't like Rigg."

"Gentle evaluation, I always think he hates Rieger. As for the reasons, maybe only he can understand. Sometimes liking someone doesn't need a reason, and hating someone is the same. Just dislike is enough. He really doesn't I like Rieger, but it doesn't prevent him from paying attention to the movements of people he hates."

Isn't hating a person supposed to avoid everything about that person?Snow was still at a loss, but he didn't allow himself to try to understand.

"Iceland's Wizengamot is preparing for a hearing," Snow said.

"I was going to treat your Justice Halder to dinner."

"Why did you change your mind again?"

Lommel said: "I'm not sure if Rieger needs me to help him 'communicate', maybe he thinks it is more beneficial for him to prove his innocence at the hearing in the future, in case I ruin his career by doing too much. I don't do stupid things."

"Is this your idea or his idea?"

"Do you think your nephew can't think of this? He won't come to me, or you, unless it is absolutely necessary."

Snow suddenly said with a cheerful expression, "He came to beg me."

Rommel gave his brother a mocking smile, "The result was that he was sent to the Wizengamot hearing in Iceland."

Snow shrugged calmly, "Okay, blame me."

"Another reason why I changed my mind was that I suddenly thought I was working for the Finnish Ministry of Magic." Rommel smiled slightly.

"Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered, when will you come back? Just stay at the Finnish Ministry of Magic until retirement?"

"You want me to come back and take your seat as future Minister for Magic?"

"I never worry about something I don't even see," Snow said.

"So you spent five years at the British Ministry of Magic before becoming head of a small department, and never moved after that."

"I have no objection to that," Snow said. "However, I want to emphasize that there is no small department responsible for Quidditch work."

Rommel smiled silently.

"You don't seem to be in a hurry at all." Snow observed for a while, and found that his brother was leisurely and calm.

"'The culprit' is not in a hurry, why am I in a hurry."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Snow picked up the cup.

Rommel wasn't about to expose him: "Just as long as the 'culprit' knows what I'm talking about."

"A plate of snacks can't stop your mouth?! You should go to the Great Elder, he is the guardian of Sorjeel, he has an obligation to..."

"Master Solger is an adult, in other words, his wings are hardened. Is the guardian going to clean up the mess for him all his life?"

"Just let him go like this? There are two things in this kind of thing."

"I agree, no matter what goes well, it becomes a matter of course. But don't worry, although Lange seems to be reclusive, it doesn't mean that he is old and dizzy and has lost the ability to think independently. Since the child's wings are stiff and he wants to leave the nest to see, then The guardian only needs to wait on the ground, if the child is always behind him, how can the child fly." Rommel took a sip of tea. "Langer will never be confused about things that I understand."

"I see," Snow said. "The reason why you don't act is, firstly, as you said, because you don't know Rieger's attitude; secondly, it is to see if the Great Elder will take action."

Rommel didn't speak, but Snow knew he had guessed right.

"I have some sympathy for Justice Halder." Snow murmured,

At this moment, Justice Halder was standing in front of a full-length mirror and carefully adjusted the front of his clothes. He stroked his beard and stroked his hair. After 10 minutes, he finally let go of the sleek mirror that kept saying beautiful words, and picked up his bowler hat. , hurriedly left the office.

Before arriving at the agreed bar, he looked at the sign hanging on the door, took a deep breath, and pushed open the bar door.

The waiter warmly greeted him, "Mr. Halder!"

"Is the person I'm waiting for here?" Halder asked softly.

"Here, I have taken him to the room you usually use."

"Thank you." Halder stuffed a few gold Galleons into the waiter's hands, and the waiter's smile became brighter.

"Allow me to lead the way for you." The waiter graciously acted as a signpost.

They stopped outside a door on the second floor, Halder glanced at the waiter, and the waiter left with a low eyebrow.Justice Halder took off his hat, tightened the knot of his tie, and smoothed the folds of his sleeves. After all this was done, he raised his right hand and knocked on the door with a slightly reserved hand.

"Please come in." A reply came from inside the door.

Harder pushed the door open.

"Good afternoon, Chief Gironde." Halder bowed respectfully, turned around and quickly closed the door, and then turned back to look at the people in the room.

Gironde stood before the fireplace, smiling.

"Mr. Halder, when was the last time we saw each other?"

Gironde's tone made Halder heave a sigh of relief, and he couldn't help showing a little excitement on his face.

"Six years ago, at the International Federation of Wizards."

"Six years in a flash." Gironde stretched out his hand. "Let's sit down and talk."

The teapot rose of its own accord, filling their cups.

"You must be curious about why I contacted you suddenly." Gironde waited for the other party to finish drinking tea before opening his mouth.

"I... actually have a little bottom in my heart." Halder hesitated. "This year is the year of debriefing."

November 21st of this year is the day when the heads of the Wizengamot of various countries report to the top leaders of the IW. Reports to the central government are held every six years, and the entire meeting process will last for three days.In other words, the justices in various countries must keep their tails between their tails on November 21, because what you will face is the real chief justice, the direct leader of the chief justice in the world, that is, Here was Marselan Gironde.

"Oh, nothing to do with that," said Gironde. "I mean this international Wizengamo's talent assessment for all countries."

Halder blinked his eyes, seemingly unable to react.

Gironde didn't seem to notice, and said again, "Let me tell you clearly. There is a young man who has been working in IW before. He is very hardworking and has a good relationship with everyone. We all like him. A while ago he IW made a big and small contribution, we discussed and decided to make him a full-time employee, but the problem is that he is still a few months away from his 17th birthday. Do you need me to say more, Mr. Halder?"

Halder finally got rid of his numbness, and said with a stiff face, "You mean that you came here personally for an underage child, in order to let him avoid the IW rule that if you are underage, you cannot become a regular?"

Gironde seemed not to see his great disappointment again, "I'm glad you understand me."

Halder felt his breath choked in his throat, and his tone was unavoidable.

"I'm sorry, I can't do anything about what you said, because it doesn't comply with the regulations. He has no work experience in the Wizengamot in Iceland. You can arrange for him to study with us for a period of time, and then participate after accumulating three or five years of experience. In the assessment, no one will complain at that time."

Gironde raised an eyebrow, "You came here excitedly, but I didn't talk about the topics you were interested in as you hoped. I apologize for disappointing you, but please don't get angry with me."

Halder's old face was flushed.

"As for your proposal, thank you, we all understand, but the reality is that we don't necessarily have to do that."

"You should do that, that's the right way, and it won't cause gossip. You should know this better than me." Halder said, poking his neck.

"Provoking gossip?! Just like you just wanted to jump in on tiptoe and see me as the gospel angel who helped you get promoted?"

Halder gripped the cup tightly in his hand.

"Come on, Halder, take it easy. You know my voice isn't everything in chief appointments," Gironde said.

"But it gets me some."

Gironde looked at him for a while, "You still won't let go?"

Halder gritted his teeth, "No, you must have principles in life, and this is my principle."

"You're really not smart enough, Mr. Halder." Girond took a sip of tea leisurely. "Since this year is the year of debriefing, I will come to you in private. Although as I said, I cannot be arbitrary in the appointment of the chief, but as you said, my decision can also play a role and have a certain impact. Now, in my personal capacity, I ask you to open the door of convenience for a young man, no, it should be said that you only need to lock the door, but you choose to show your high morals at such a time. How should I say it? The Wizengamot, Iceland, is delighted to have a principled justice like you."

Halder couldn't lift his face when he was told.

"If I'm right, you're worried about Soljere Sturluson or Lange Westner Sturluson?" Gironde said.

Halder looked at Gironde in surprise.

"If it's the former, you really don't have to worry too much. If it's the latter, don't worry at all." Gironde smiled kindly. "Your appointment letter for the chief justice is from me, and I have the final say on whether you will stay or not. After three days of debriefing, you are still the chief of Wizengamot in Iceland. It is a pity that you missed this. The paperwork also needs to go through My signature. I am here to tell you clearly that I hope that the day after tomorrow at the latest, there will be a registration list for this application examination submitted by the Icelandic Wizengamot on my desk, and I will see Heimdall S. Turluzon's name."

After the room became quiet again, Gironde looked at the closed door and sat quietly for a while. After a while, the door was knocked again. Before Gironte could speak, the person outside directly opened the handle.

Lange Westner Sturluson leaned on a cane and walked into the room as if no one was there, and sat down on a single sofa.

"How?" Lang asked.

"You heard it clearly next door, don't make me repeat it."

Lange smiled, "I believe that Justice Halder will handle it at his discretion. He is a smart man, but he is a little ambitious."

"Sitting in his position, you can't be ambitious." Gironde ordered a pot of tea again, and poured a cup for Lange. "You can solve this matter by yourself. Why do you have to ask me? You don't know how surprised I was when I received your letter."

"Did you think in your heart at that time that the rumors are true, this annoying old guy is really still alive!" The Great Elder laughed. "The reason why I asked you to come forward is because for a person like Halder, I can make him lose his job, but he has enough perseverance to come back. Unlike you, you can make him ask for it, which is for him. is the most painful."

Gironde shook his head, "I haven't threatened anyone for many years, since I stopped interrogating prisoners myself."

"The sword is not old." Lange applauded at the right time.

"Yeah, I think I can't keep up with the situation. Take the registration as an example. It's just a registration before the assessment. It doesn't mean that the name is written on the staff of IW. They will also accept a harsh Why do these wizards make it seem like everything will be fine after signing up? Reporting? Hearing? I don’t understand, a simple thing, why do you have to make it so complicated!”

"Don't ask me why, I don't know, and I don't want to understand," Long said. "Probably for someone, the reason 'dislike' is enough."

"What are you going to do?" asked Gironde.

"You said that you are old, and I feel more and more powerless recently, and I can't help myself. If this was the same year, I would have dealt with it long ago..."

"Please be merciful and watch who you are talking to, and don't show off your various crimes and dark past in front of a judge."

Lange pretended not to hear anything, and sighed, "Maybe I should do something."

"Don't kill anyone," Gironde warned.

"How is it possible, I'm not Grindelwald."

"In some things, you are scarier than Grindelwald, at least Grindelwald will give people a direct pleasure."

"Just chatting with him, I believe he will understand, after all, his only mission in this life is to play another person, I need to make sure he keeps his own place...Forget it, I won't tell you this," Lange decided to change the subject , Put on a sad expression, don't know if it's true or not. "Either way, I'm very disappointed by his behavior and it feels like throwing something away."

"...I remember that when I was young, I accidentally lost a domestic cattail that I had kept for three years. I was sad for a week because of it." Gironde knew that he was acting, but he was still a symbol of relief said a word.

Langer wiped away the tears that didn't exist in the corner of his eyes: "I once personally discarded a domestic cattail that I had raised for 12 years."

Gironde was silent for a moment, "I think I understand why we only know that the other party may be alive for so many years, but we never send each other a letter of greeting."

Lange was too busy being "sad" to argue with him.

"Remember to inform Stulusson that he doesn't know that tomorrow's hearing may be cancelled." Gironde reminded.

Lange said nonchalantly: "Young people should move more, it will be too late when their legs and feet are inconvenient."

Gironde: "..."

Heimdall was standing in front of the reception desk in the front hall of the Icelandic Ministry of Magic, wearing a straight school uniform that was specially ironed by the house-elf, looking at the witch behind the reception desk with a look of surprise on his face.

"cancelled?!"

The young witch smiled very decently, and spoke softly and slowly.

"Yes, your hearing has been cancelled."

"But I was not notified." Heimdall was puzzled.

The witch's smile was still perfect, "I've confirmed it for you. The hearing originally scheduled for 10:30 this morning has been cancelled." She took out a piece of parchment stamped with the official seal of the Icelandic Wizengamot. It said cancelled, as she said.

"Why haven't I been notified?"

There was nothing wrong with the witch's smiling face, "We have no right to ask the questions you responded to. You can question the relevant departments."

"You mean the Complaints Department?"

"I can show you the way if you want," said the witch.

"No, it's not necessary." Heimdall raised his eyebrows, and deliberately pulled at a wrinkled skirt that he couldn't see. "The hearing was originally held to trouble me, but now it has been cancelled. I should be grateful to Dade, who praised the wisdom of the Wizengamot in Iceland with snot and tears, and thanked them for retracting their opinions at the last moment and returning me. Innocence, instead of going to some complaint department without knowing good or bad to speak ill of them, otherwise public opinion and the public who are emotionally incited by public opinion will accuse me of messing around and being irrational. Is this their real purpose? , I will never let them succeed!"

The witch finally couldn't help lowering her head and sniggering.

"Excuse me, I want to make sure again, the hearing has been cancelled?" Heimdall paused.

"Yes, it's cancelled." The witch who had finished giggling turned into a reading machine.

"Very good." Although the trip was in vain, Heimdall decided to forgive them for not working well.

After five paces away from the reception desk, he turned back.

"Do you have any questions?" The witch who had just sat down had to stand up again.

"Could you give Snow...well, forget it, I'm sorry, it's nothing," Heimdalton said for a moment, his eyes falling on the elegant scarf in the color of a witch. "The last time I was here there was a young lady wearing a cherry red scarf, is she off today?"

Heimdall hopes that her life will be smoother these days. If every day is like an "avalanche" like that day, her career will also face an avalanche.

Although the witch didn't change her face, Heimdall still felt that she quickly became vigilant.

"We don't have young ladies with cherry scarves here."

"Are you sure?" Heimdall was not surprised, remembering that the girl said that she was a substitute. "I chatted with her last time, so I want to ask her about her recent situation. Since I made a mistake, forget it, thank you."

The witch breathed a sigh of relief, "I will convey your greetings."

Heimdall nodded.

When he was about to reach the gate, he heard someone call his name.

"Mr. Sturluson?"

"Mr. Di Rupo?" Heimdall stood where he was and waited for the other party to come to him.

"I didn't expect to meet you here." Di Rubo always looked energetic. "Are you here on business?"

"more or less."

"So it's over?"

"Yes." It was over before it even started.

"Exactly, I'm leaving too, don't you mind joining us?" Di Rupo suggested.

"Of course, it's an honor."

The two walked out of the gate, and Heimdall asked, "Are you also here for business?"

"I lobbied for my new medicine, but it didn't work very well." Di Rupo seemed to have no grievances. "I mainly come to participate in the Quidditch conference. You know, several countries get together to exchange experiences, and then make jokes about other countries. Such conferences, I didn't expect therapists and team doctors to attend."

"Is there anything else going on?"

"No." In order to "prepare" for today's hearing, Heimdall asked the school for a day off.

"Do you want to go with me to the training base of the steel parrot?"

"Can you?" Heimdall said. "Training bases are generally not open to outsiders."

"Nowadays, many Quidditch teams have started to promote ticketed visits in order to increase revenue. As long as you are willing to pay for tickets, you can go in and open your eyes-this is the original words of the team owner. It is not open to the public during closed training. open."

Heimdall thought that Di Rupo invited him just out of politeness, and it didn't matter whether he went or not.He did kind of want to visit, he hadn't been to any official Quidditch team's training grounds other than the Vulcans.Does this count as spying on the enemy for the Vulcan team?Before that, there is a problem that needs to be confirmed as soon as possible.

"How much is the fare? Is there any discount for students?"

"It doesn't cost money to come in with me."

"Then what are we waiting for!"

The author has something to say: hide your face, there is a bug at the beginning of the last chapter, it should be that Rieger put the wand on the detection instrument, and the security guard couldn't take it.A friend mentioned the intelligent statement, haha, so cute, so I have the cheek to think that you helped me make mistakes by joking, and I will continue to thank you cheekily here.