HP's Foreign Land

During breakfast, when everyone was busy with their work, writing letters, doing homework, or previewing homework, Draco finished a letter to England, drank the last sip of pumpkin juice in the glass, and hesitated whether to just stop. Hearing Pansy's greetings, he found that Heimdall was flipping through a stack of parchments. Some of the parchments were damaged at the corners. They didn't seem to be review materials for a certain subject, so he couldn't help leaning over them curiously.

"What are you looking at?"

"Review materials for the International Wizengamot." Heimdall wrote furiously.

"When is the exam?" Todor asked across the street.

"next week."

"Are you sure?" Jeanne felt dizzy when she saw the pile of parchment.

"Try your best." Heimdall put down the quill and shook his hand. "I'm just a little worried about the operational exam."

Yael asked in surprise, "The International Wizengamot also needs to test operation? Potion making or celestial trajectory drawing?"

"It's not potions, it's not astronomy, and there's no need to water and fertilize the flowers and plants. I'm referring to the interrogation session." Heimdall said. "It is said that there were similar exams in the previous sessions, and there are some differences in the details of each session, which are roughly the same."

"Didn't it mean that there is now a special interrogation department in the police force?" Yael was a little puzzled.

"You know it quite well. There is indeed such a thing, but it is still in its infancy. Some countries have not yet opened the Ministry of Magic." Heimdall looked at Draco. "Take the United Kingdom as an example. The trial of dark wizards mainly relies on judges or a special department for the trial of dark wizards. I remember that there was such a department under the Auror Command, but it was revoked after the incident." Maybe not long ago. It will appear in the future.

"How do we interrogate prisoners? What are the general questions?" Yael seemed to be struggling, and he was very curious about this type of question.

Heimdall took a sip of pumpkin juice, "You don't have to worry about it at all, because that's what I have to worry about."

Everyone laughed.

"What's the big event recently? I see you've been paying attention to the newspapers." Heimdall looked at the newspapers in front of Yael, and they were no less than the parchment in Heimdall's hand.

Yale said: "Didn't Professor Krum assign a topic about the change of the Quidditch rules last week? I borrowed some old newspapers from the school library, and I feel that I have gained a lot from reading it. The Quidditch movement has been from ancient times to the present. They are very popular, and every time the rules are changed, countries will publicize them with great fanfare, for fear that ordinary wizards will miss something."

"I think Professor Krum will be delighted," said Heimdall.

Yael chuckled, "I would like to thank you for your kind words."

Heimdall shook his head dumbfounded.

"Do you want to read it?" Yael pushed the newspaper forward.

"No..." Heimdall was about to refuse, when he glanced at the black and white photo on the top newspaper and found a familiar face.Heimdall pulled the newspaper to his eyes. It was indeed Mr. Di Rupo.Whenever people see the movements of familiar people in newspapers and magazines, they can't help paying more attention, and Heimdall is no exception.

"Aren't you in a hurry to return it?" Heimdall asked.

"No hurry, just watch, I've seen everything I want to see." Yael shrugged. "Don't forget to say good things for me in front of Professor Krum."

The members of the study group couldn't help snickering at his bravado.

Professor Andrew Lange walked past their table, then turned to look at them.

"Seeing that you are so relaxed and comfortable, I am relieved. I believe that you are fully prepared for the stage test in the afternoon."

Except for Draco who was a little calmer, the other children all had pale faces, and Director Sturluson was at least ten years old in an instant.

"Professor you can't do that," Todor said. "No other professor is as considerate as you are, especially at breakfast."

"Don't worry," said Professor Lange evenly. "I won't show up when you're having lunch."

The children are collectively struggling.

"Professor Lange." Jeanna called Lange who was about to leave.

"What is it, Miss Orville?"

"I think you'd better sit down first," said Jeanne. "Perhaps it would be more appropriate to sit and listen to what I have to say to you, while avoiding some of the attention in the auditorium."

Lange watched her for a moment, then sat down actually.

"I suddenly feel bad." Yael murmured.

"You haven't answered me." Jeanna looked directly at Lange.

"you mean……"

"I stayed and spoke to you for a while after Potions on Monday, if you remember."

"Yes, I have an impression."

"You mentioned in the conversation that you haven't been to Paris for a long time, and you want to visit it recently. I volunteered to be your guide. You didn't give me a clear answer at the time, so I begged you to think carefully, but until today you have not There is no indication of that.”

Lange said, "You're really keen."

"In fact, I am not a warm-hearted person. People who know me think so." Jeanne said. "Because it's you, I make myself warm, and I hope this will win your favor."

The babies with handles looked at each other, and they realized something at the same time.Yael looked lifeless.Draco and Todor were full of surprise.Heimdall kept his eyes on the review materials and didn't miss a word of conversation. Careful people will find that the notebook of Director Strulusson hasn't been turned over for a long time.

"Miss Orville, please focus on your homework, and don't let me down in the afternoon exam." Professor Lange avoided the important ones.

"If my exam results satisfy you, can you give me a clear answer in return for my good grades?" Jeanna pressed on.

"I think your good grades are a reward for your own hard work. Is it because of your teacher that you get good grades every time?"

"Of course not, those teachers are not you." Jeanna looked very calm.

Lange seemed to have nothing to say, but felt incredible at the same time.Of course he knew what the girl meant, but God, he was in his 40s, there was nothing wrong with the girl's eyes, right? !

"Wait until you get good grades in the exam." Lange stood up.

"I will take your words as agreement." Jeanna said quickly to his back. "I'm very confident about my exam this afternoon, so please keep your word, or I'll be very, very, very sad."

Lange walked smoothly and left the auditorium straight away.

Finding that the four males were all looking at her in a daze, Jeanna calmly took a sip from the cup to calm down.

After a while, she put down the glass and said to herself, "Damn man!" After a while, she said, "Damn it, but damn charming!"

When they walked out of the History of Magic classroom, Jeanna suddenly turned her head, "Are you going to say something to me? If I didn't believe that you are wholehearted in Krum, I thought you fell in love with me."

Heimdall stared at her one lesson.

"No...I mean I'm not in love with you, and I do have something to tell you."

It took some time to deal with those whimsical rope bridges, and after half an hour, the two walked out of the tower and went outdoors.

"I probably know what you want to say to me." Jeanna leaned on the railing of the small stone bridge.

"Professor Lange is not someone I belong to. We have passed several letters and we are considered friends. Of course, he has also admitted our friendship, but I still hope that you will not think that I am nosy and will not laugh at me because of it." ’” Heimdall walked up to her.

"Look at what you said, why am I laughing at you? You care about Professor Lange, which is a good thing for him. Especially since he has had such a regrettable experience, I think he needs the care of others, although he She seems more at ease than everyone else." Jeanna said sincerely.

"Thank you, you are a good girl." Heimdall suddenly changed his tone. "But that doesn't mean I'll speak well of you in front of my friends."

"You can say good things for Yael, but not me? It's not fair!"

"If Yael wants me to say good things for him and what you want is of the same nature, I will definitely make him disappear from this world. Do you want to try too?"

Jeanna laughed out loud, "No, I don't want to at all."

After a short laugh, Jeanne said: "I'm not acting on a whim, and I'm not like those young girls who think they are very attractive, flirting around in order to verify their superb communication skills. As long as I have the slightest hint, my mother will Break my leg."

"What about your boyfriend?" Heimdall thought it was necessary to figure this out.

"We broke up peacefully, just last week." Jeanna took out a letter from the book and handed it to Heimdall. "This is the letter I wrote to him asking to meet, maybe this will prove what I said."

"No, no, no, it's not necessary, and I can't do it." Heimdall resolutely refused to watch.

"Okay." Jeanna also knew that she had gone too far. "I just want to get your support and understanding, so I keep it. I'm sorry if I made it difficult for you."

"It's nothing, but I feel a little relieved."

Jeanna said: "I went home last weekend and met some sisters who have a good relationship with me. They hinted to me that my ex-boyfriend seemed to have a new trend. They thought I wanted to get it back, so they were very anxious for me."

"What new trend?"

"He was too close to other girls. After I inquired, that girl was arranged for him by his mother. It is said that she will be a qualified wife and mother. I don't think this matter should be dragged on any longer, so I went to find her." He. Glad we worked it out in just one conversation, but we both thought the amicable breakup was the limit and had no intention of maintaining the friendship or being friends with each other again."

Heimdall opened his mouth, "...I'm sorry."

"No need." Jeanna said frankly. "I don't blame him for betraying me, because I didn't realize that I was attracted to Professor Lange until after I broke up with him. During that time, I could hardly find the figure of my ex-boyfriend in my mind, so I don't agree with this matter." The loyal side, but during this period I did not do anything to offend my ex-boyfriend, nothing at all."

"I believe in you." Heimdall said with certainty.

"So?" Jeanna looked at him expectantly.

Heimdall thought for a moment and said, "I think a 44-year-old man has the right to let go of the past, pursue a new life, and start over."

"43!"

"Well, I was wrong." Heimdall quickly admitted his mistake. "Will your parents agree? After all, you are so young."

"That's another challenge. For now, I'll have to overcome the first difficulty," Jeanne said frustrated and worried. "As you have seen, Professor Lange doesn't want to talk to me, what if he thinks I'm frivolous?"

"Well... It's really rare for female students to show love to their Potions professor. Fortunately, you are not a student of Heideggerach."

Jeanna smiled bitterly.

Heimdall said: "Don't worry, Professor Langer is not a conformist, and he won't be surprised or scream because a female student has a crush on him."

Jeanne laughed, "I hope he screams, so I don't feel hot, otherwise it's too sad."

Heimdall didn't know how to appease her anxiety, perhaps only she could overcome it by herself.

"I want to ask a question, of course, just ask casually, it's okay if you don't know or don't answer..."

"You ask the question first."

"His, I mean what is Professor Langer's ex-wife like?" Jeanne hesitated. "I've tried rummaging through the old newspapers, but I can hardly find anything about her."

The first thing that flashed into Heimdall's mind was the gorgeous wide-brimmed hat with big pearls, but his facial features were vaguely remembered.

Heimdall gave a rough description, and Jeanne immediately stared and said, "Big pearl? It's still on the hat? It's too vulgar!"

Yeah? !Heimdall touched his nose, don't disobey a woman who is in an unreasonable state.

"Yes, it's really vulgar, and you're right." Chief Sturluson said with a look of sympathy.

Somehow, Jeanne was satisfied.

While Director Sturlusson breathed a sigh of relief, he felt the unpredictability of women more and more.

When they were parting in front of the teaching building, Jeanne said to Heimdall: "Rig, among the people I know, you are the first wizard who is going to take the International Wizengamot Examination before the age of 17. It can be seen that Your comprehension is perfectly fine, why can't you concentrate on Potions? As long as you put your mind to it, you will find it a very fascinating subject."

"It's incredible," Heimdall said with a look of fuss. "It's something I haven't seen before, but this woman has started to pretend to be the wife of the Potions professor?!"

The night before the assessment, Heimdall climbed into bed early in order to be in a good state the next day, and superstitiously placed the review materials beside his pillow, as if inhaling the smell of ink from the materials a few times would also help him It's like sucking those words into your brain together.

Professor Krum walked out of the bathroom and saw him lying straight on the bed. When he walked in, he found that his head was not rested on a pillow, but a non-condensed history of magic.

"Don't you feel sick?" Victor asked puzzled.

"I slept with this book on my pillow at night, and I got a good test result the next day." Heimdall said that there is no doubt.

Professor Krum's expression was very subtle. He climbed onto the bed and couldn't help but look at Heimdall, whose eyes were closed and pious.Then when she turned her head, what she saw was not her sweetheart, but the ecstatic little profile of the history of magic.

The master was silent for a moment, then sat up and leaned over, whispering: "I remember you once slept on my arm, and the astronomy grade the next day was very good."

"Really?!" Heimdall opened his eyes.

"I'm sure."

"……I do not remember."

"It's not surprising. How many times have you taken the exam since you entered school? I can't count it, but I remember it very clearly."

Heimdall was still thinking hard.

The master pulled out the annoying book, and after lying down, he got his wish and saw the little side face of his sweetheart, and couldn't help but feel very happy.

Heimdall really couldn't remember it, so he decided to follow his instinct and rubbed against the master's arms.

"If you sleep on my arm, you will get good grades in the exam. If you are hugged by me like this, you will definitely get the first place!" The old man said shamelessly.

"Can you guarantee it?" Chief Strulusson hesitated.

"I'm a professor, you have to listen to me."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Heimdall found a comfortable position and closed his eyes. After a while, he opened them again, "Put History of Magic and review materials together in your arms, it will be easier It’s guaranteed, maybe I’m number one in the world!”

master:"……"

Heimdall stared at the logo of the International Wizengamot and the row of huge letters, filled with emotion in his heart, his heart was obviously the old dish of IW, but he still pretended to be tender.

A total of 31 wizards signed up for the IW assessment this time. Compared with the nearly 31 member states of the International Federation of Wizards, [-] is really an insignificant number.As in previous years, many countries did not respond to IW's call to recruit.

Candidates were arranged in a round hall, and the sofas were far apart. Everyone seemed to be silent after finding a seat and sat down. They were doing their own things, and there was no rush to introduce themselves to others or get to know others. .

Heimdall couldn't help but think of the time when he took the junior clerk exam. At that time, he also had more time to shut up than to speak, but at that time the others were in the same group.

The man who opened the door of the rotunda was Judge Islam Olimjonovich Musayev.

Heimdall was glad he wasn't overwhelmed by the new school year and new school, he still remembered the handsome man's long and awkward name.

Candidates stood up unanimously.

"I am Islam Olimjonovich Musayev. I am honored to be appointed as one of the persons in charge of this assessment. Please follow me out of here and go to the examination room. I believe everyone knows that this morning is The first written test of the "Secret Protection Act." Musayev smiled at the examinees, opened the door and walked out.

The examinees walked out of the rotunda one after another, and Musayev stood outside the door with a smile on his face, as if he wanted to use this opportunity to count the number of people.

When it was Heimdall's turn to walk out the gate, Musayev winked quietly at him.