HP's Foreign Land

During lunch, Yael suddenly called out, "Wow!" Unfortunately, no one paid attention to him, and everyone was used to him being surprised from time to time during meal time.

Yael pulled over Draco, who was immersed in his astronomy homework, spread the newspaper in front of the family, and said, "What's written on it?"

Draco glanced at the title and said in surprise, "French, can't you understand?!" Yael is from Monaco, which is really weird.

"No, I understand," Yael said with a deep expression. "But it's strange, I don't know each other when we put them together."

Everyone was aroused by this remark.

Draco took the newspaper, "A messenger of justice or a follower of demons? Karel Di Rupo's past and present life?!"

"Wow!" Yael yelled again, and then stared at everyone with a strange face. "Sensational headline, right?"

"What's going on?" Todor asked.

Heimdall said to Yael, "You're not watching Quidditch?"

"Who said I only watch Quidditch? I still care about international affairs!" Yeer raised his jaw. "The second edition of the Quidditch course is very authentic, but I can guarantee that I definitely didn't buy it for that."

Heimdall shook his head amusedly.

"What exactly did you say?" Heimdall asked Draco to read.

Draco quickly scanned a few lines, then pursed his lips and said: "Someone broke the news to the French wizarding media, saying that Di Rupo, who was born as a Muggle, won the recognition of the wizarding world by playing a righteous fighter praised by everyone. He is a loyal follower of Grindelwald and we have all been lied to. The whistleblower also said that those awards that Di Rupo received should be cancelled, and that he is not entitled to the lofty recognition that should be awarded to true unsung heroes, Di Rupo Lupo is just a treacherous villain who achieves ulterior motives through grandstanding. Some media speculate that Karel Di Rupo was unknown in Grindelwald's heyday, but unexpectedly stood out in the later period of Grindelwald's era. The changes are intriguing. Did he really follow the wind and resolutely abandon the declining Grindelwald in order to get rid of his charges, and join the righteous side as an anti-combat fighter? Is his abandonment of the dark and the bright? Is it true? Or is it malicious slander? We will We'll see."

Draco was dumbfounded for a long time after he finished reading, and the other people present were also speechless for a long time, which was even more shocking than receiving the news of Di Rupo's death.It is conceivable what kind of uproar this newspaper will bring to the European wizarding world, just like one of the searchlights around the person you have been looking forward to admiring suddenly sparked and went out.

"Slander! Definitely slander!" Jeanna slapped the table vigorously. "As a French wizard, I believe that no one here knows better than me what kind of belief Di Rupo's name interprets, and what it meant to the European wizarding world during the Great War. He is irreplaceable, his His achievements are unsurpassed.”

Everyone became more silent.

"Although I am not a French wizard, as a Monaco native, I believe that Di Rupo is a milestone in that field." Compared to Jeanne's undoubted sensibility, Hyeres is more sensible. "Let's put it this way, regardless of whether the doubts in the reports are true or not, the things that Karel Di Rupo did do exist and cannot be obliterated, nor should they be obliterated. This has nothing to do with character. Even if It's really as bad as the whistleblower said, at least his experience of helping others day and night, regardless of camp, should not be suspected. The whistleblower should ask himself before questioning, Di, who has a "flawed" character When Lu Bo was saving lives and healing the wounded, what was the whistleblower doing? Hiding in his mother’s arms to nurse? Or fleeing somewhere unkempt like an ordinary wizard, squatting in an inconspicuous corner shrouded in shadows, clasping his hands and praying for magic The Ministry of reinforcements to rescue?"

"Yes." Todor broke the silence. "Even though he was a demon, he took the place of the work that should have been done by the angels. Today, 50 years after the victory of the Great War, people should not hold on to the old accounts of the demons. We should ask where the other angels went. , otherwise it would be really frustrating."

"Well said!" Yael and Jeanne applauded.

Draco felt the same way and nodded.

Yael noticed that Heimdall was still silent, so he pushed his arm, "What do you think, Mr. Strulusson?"

"My view is that the person who broke the news achieved his goal," Heimdall said.

Everyone has question marks on their faces.

Heimdall glanced at the provocative headline, "Even if you despise the bad intentions of this report, you can't help but think differently under the drive of it, and no longer insist that Di Rupo is an angel."

After class in the afternoon, Heimdall took a book and asked Professor Lange for advice. A student from Heideggerak knocked on the door of the classroom.

"Sorry to bother you. Stulusson, the principal asked you to go to her office."

"What's the matter?" Heimdall asked.

The student shrugged.

Lange put down the book, "Every time you want to settle down and study Potions, you will always encounter one or another situation and interrupt your study." The Potions professor seemed unhappy.

"This is force majeure." Heimdall said cautiously.

Lange also said, "Well, the force majeure that happens to you is that there are many others."

Director Sturlusson laughed dryly, and said shamelessly, "Those who are able work harder, there is no way."

Lange rolled his eyes, "All right, all right, let's go."

Heimdall seems to be pardoned.

"Don't think that you can pass the test with a thick skin. This stage exam will determine the final final score. If your test this time is not within my expected range, your final pass score will start from 80 points. "Professor Lange has never been a person who is easily fooled, and instantly saw through the carefulness that a certain room chief tried to release again.

Director Sturlusson is sad, and it still doesn't work if you don't take the usual path. If you knew it, you would just act cute...

Besides the principal, there are two wizards in the principal's office. One of them is Victor. He is sitting on a chair and glances casually when he sees Heimdall coming in. He looks like a senior professor all over his body. .

Heimdall, who knew this "senior professor" well, quickly averted his gaze before a certain expression on his face appeared.

"Sturluson, this is Mr. Paul Fines of the French Ministry of Magic."

Under the principal's introduction, the man in a brown-green wizard robe got up, turned around, and nodded slightly at him.

Heimdall stepped forward to shake hands with him, "I am Heimdall Strulusson."

Under the guidance of the principal, Heimdall sat down as promised.

"Just now, Mr. Fines told us why he came," the headmaster pondered on Heimdall's expression. "Do you know what's in your heart?"

Heimdall shook his head, "Not very clear."

The headmaster watched him silently.

Heimdall said again, "Because there are too many guesses, I dare not say for sure what it is."

The principal smiled, "I'm relieved."

"I'm here mainly because of the Karel Di Rupo incident," Finès said.

Heimdall said, "I read the French wizarding papers this morning."

"May I ask to have a private conversation with Mr. Strulusson?" Finès suggested to the headmaster.

Heimdall said bluntly, "You can rest assured that there are no outsiders here."

Professor Järwei smiled calmly, acquiescing to Heimdall's "self-assertion".

Fines hesitated.

"Professor Järwe is the headmaster of Heidergrack, and I am a student here, so there is no need to hold her back. As for Professor Krum, there is no need to worry." In fact, Director Strulusson wanted to say that Professor Not an outsider at all, but an insider.

Fines struggled for a moment and decided to trust Heimdall.

"The French Ministry of Magic has submitted the latest discovery to the International Federation of Wizards and European Wizards International Cooperation Organization, which is the one about Grindelwald in Spain last time." Fines winked at Heimdall.

Heimdall thought to himself that this person deserves to be a secret policeman, and he has already reached this position, so he still doesn't forget to cover up.

Paul Fines in front of him is Mr. No. 4.

"According to the usual practice," Finès continued. "Anything about Grindelwald, no matter what, must be submitted to the cooperative organization for discussion and decision. Three days ago, the French Ministry of Magic sorted out the latest findings and submitted them to the International Federation of Wizards personally by our minister."

Heimdall understood, "According to the usual practice, the person involved will be questioned at the scene."

Fines expressed his relief at his inference.

"Are you here to speak to me?"

Fines expressed his heartfelt satisfaction at his inference.

"What does the French Ministry of Magic want me to say?"

Fines glanced at the two onlookers, and said hesitantly, "We hope that you will not reveal your speculation when you are questioned, and we hope that you can follow our script."

"That is, let me insist that those attackers are saints?" Heimdall asked.

"No matter what is in the guessing period now, the idea of ​​not being a saint is just your guessing, isn't it?"

"I have a question. Does your Ministry of Magic want to shift this responsibility to the saints, and then organize several operations to encircle and suppress the remnants of the saints to increase their international reputation?"

Heimdall's words were too sharp, and Mr. No. 4 Fines yelled in his heart that he couldn't bear it.

Finès said: "To tell you the truth, we have indeed considered your idea, but it just passed in our minds. We are for Karel Di Rupo. As soon as the news came out today, Di Rupo Mr.'s social status will face a crisis of collapse across the board."

There was a hint of helplessness in Finès' expression.

As a French wizard, Karel Di Rupo’s respect in France is unimaginable in other places. It can be said that more than half of Di Rupo’s achievements today are due to the tireless memory and publicity of the French wizarding community.Of course, Di Rupo does have merits worthy of being praised again and again.However, without the French wizarding world, there would be no Di Rupo's later status in the world, and their contribution to the flames is indispensable.

The righteous hero who worked so hard to create was bombarded by a so-called revelation that "you can no longer tell lies with no conscience". , to decide on the next step.

To put it bluntly, the French Ministry of Magic is not fighting for the personality of Karel Di Rupo, nor is it fighting to regain the confidence of wizards who may have been inclined to report, they are fighting for their own personality and credibility.It is their duty to work together to restore Karel Di Rupo to the altar.

"Why can't I disclose...my guess at the hearing of the cooperative organization? Now that everyone sits down to discuss the solution, wouldn't it be more conducive to the progress of the case to be frank?" Heimdall was a little confused about the plan of the French Ministry of Magic.

Fines smiled wryly, "You don't understand, today's European wizarding world has regarded Grindelwald as a cover to attract attention, but everything related to him will be hyped up. Once the hearing is held, European wizarding countries will Organization forces swarmed in, under the banner of eradicating the evil forces in the world, chasing each other like a show. Who knows how they will deal with it at that time, so we simply followed the statement of that report and let them race against time to dig with shovels Di Rupo's more unknown "dark past" makes room and time for our investigation. To put it bluntly, those countries are here to make trouble, this thing didn't happen to them, they are naturally happy to watch It's a joke, to add to the chaos - why not smear the wizarding heroes of other countries."

It has been 50 years, and the scars have healed long ago. How many young people can empathize with the unforgettable pain that happened to the older generation?Dare to say that I feel the same way?

"I understand." Heimdall nodded solemnly. "If you need my help, just ask, if I can."

Fines took his hand and shook it vigorously.

After Fines left, no one in the principal's office spoke for a short time.

"Professor Järwei," Heimdall looked at the principal with a smile. "Can I discuss something with you?"

"You speak."

"Look, I may soon be summoned to a hearing by the European Wizarding Countries Cooperation Organization, and I may face torture to extract a confession, terrible torture, torture that makes people die..." Heimdall seemed to be talking nonsense, but his eyes sparkled Bright. "Can you ask Professor Lange to forgive me and stop killing me during the final exam?"

The principal said slowly: "Professor Lange once told me that if a student named Heimdall Strulusson asked me to speak well of him, I could directly convey Professor Lange's answer: dreaming."

Heimdall was shocked by Professor Langer's wily calculations.

"Professor Krum..." Chief Strulusson showed off the most moving side profile that had been praised by wizard photographers.

Professor Krum stood up to the "seduction" without changing his face, and said ruthlessly, "Dream." It seemed that Professor Lange greeted every professor.

The elder of the Stulu Song room is sad.

However, when he left the principal's office and passed Professor Krum's seat, the sanctimonious professor touched his butt more than once - it was amazing how he could make so many movements in such a short moment.As expected of being the number one seeker, his hands and feet are nimble.

Heimdall stopped and turned around, the professor raised his eyebrows solemnly and asked what was wrong, it seemed like that was the case.

Sure enough, he received a leaflet for the hearing the next day. This was not the first time he had received a leaflet from an international organization.As if growing a pair of tailwinds, the boss's letter followed.

They met at an ice cream parlor in Reykjavik on Friday night.

"The two of us don't have to go around in circles anymore, do you know why I came to you?" Hollingworth took a sip of hot chocolate.

Heimdall scooped a scoop of ice cream into his mouth, then nodded.

"I've already received flyers from partner organizations."

"What do you think about it?" asked Hollingworth.

"Those people are not saints, or the actions of those people do not represent the actions of saints. Saints usually don't need me to explain who is on fire, so no matter how many times I have to repeat it, I will say it. I mean in things Before the truth comes out, I guessed the result."

Hollingworth frowned, "Why are you so sure?"

"I asked Gellert Grindelwald."

Hollingworth's expression suddenly became subtle, and he took another sip from his cup.

After putting down the cup, he asked cautiously, "Are you still in touch?"

"Occasionally."

"He said the actions of those people had nothing to do with him?"

"At least it has nothing to do with the meaning of the name Grindelwald in that era of gunpowder."

"meaning?"

"To conquer the world, to be the only one, and to burn people's lives. The purpose of those people's actions is not for Grindelwald."

"You seem to have a new speculation?" Hollingworth narrowed his eyes.

"In Spain, I ran into those malicious cloaked wizards. They emphasized their sainthood in both words and deeds. This may be common during the Great War, but it is the end of the 90s now, and a group is not for Grindelwald. Don't you think it's strange that the saints in action walk through the streets with gongs and drums, lest others not know that they are saints?"

Hollingworth could not help but smile when he saw that his analysis was straightforward, and he was not in a hurry to express his opinion, but asked, "So?"

"My latest conjecture is that they want to use the status of a saint who everyone shouts and beats to cover up their sinister intentions to achieve a certain purpose. As for the purpose... I can't guess, if I guessed, I wouldn't sit here and eat Your ice cream."

"Who said I'll treat you this meal?" Hollingworth said unhurriedly.

Heimdall's expression can be described as horrified. He looked down at the banana split in front of him. He ordered the largest banana split with mixed flavors...In an instant, Director Stuluson felt a heavy stomach, as if he had just What I ate was not the cold drink that melted in my mouth, but the Galleon that was about to fly out of my pocket.

Hollingworth turned a blind eye to the gloominess of the people in front of him, "I will find a way to let you participate in the investigation of this case on behalf of the International Wizengamot. You must know that many countries will join in the investigation after the cooperative organization discussion is over. .We at IW are no exception."

Heimdall let go of his Gallon for a while, and said curiously, "You seem to be very active."

"Because this is very likely to be related to my position, he will add points for my future promotion." Hollingworth did not hide it from him.

"And me?" Heimdall's little heart was pounding.

"Your boss has benefited, how can you lose you?"

Could it be that one person achieves Taoism and ascends to heaven? !Deep in his heart, Li Xiaoge was unrestrained.

"By the way, the agents of the French Ministry of Magic approached me two days ago, that is Mr. No. 4. They hoped that I would cooperate with them, conceal my speculation at the hearing, and temporarily put all the blame on the saints. body."

Hollingworth considered for a while, then nodded in tacit agreement.

"I have to remind you that you are probably not the only trainee judge involved in this matter, maybe other trainee judges or judges will compete with you on the same stage." Hollingworth dropped a bomb inadvertently.

Heimdall froze.

Hollingworth added, "IW is not the only judge, and I am not the only one who wants to be promoted. Other judges will also do their best to help the international police force advance the case until the truth is revealed, so as to obtain corresponding credit. You understand my mean?"

"Are you reminding me not to show off?" Heimdall asked.

"If there are any new discoveries, don't be at the forefront. Let the French Ministry of Magic go to the front line. Believe me, they will appreciate your generosity. You have to remember that behind you is the International Wizengamot. If this matter goes well , people will praise the French Ministry of Magic for its tireless efforts, and for its dedication to public affairs, and if things go wrong, they will have a way to push through. So remember, no matter how hard you work, the final credit will go to the French Ministry of Magic.”

Heimdall smiled, "Because we are the International Wizengamot?"

Hollingworth nodded, "Once you name it 'international', you can no longer consider yourself a part of a small group, let alone support a small group or a certain country. Not even Iceland."

Well, Heimdall clenched his fists to himself and muttered silently about world peace.

This is the final struggle, united until tomorrow, Internaxionel must achieve.

Before leaving, Hollingworth suddenly said, "Do you want to listen to my speculation?"

"What speculation?"

"About the group of cloaked wizards who met unexpectedly in Spain, why didn't they kill anyone? According to your description, they have completely taken the initiative, and your life and death are only between their thoughts."

"Sounds horrible, I've been afraid to read that experience in depth, and now that I'm telling you that, I'm getting goosebumps. My guess is that there were people from them in the French Ministry of Magic, maybe that's a little alarmist, but everything It's all possible."

"Indeed, any kind of speculation is relatively reasonable now."

Heimdall couldn't help asking, "What's your guess?"

Hollingworth said: "You are here to tell the world that what they want you to convey is also a message for you to see for yourself."

"A follower of Grindelwald? A comeback of the saints?"

Hollingworth added, "And as the best 'floo system' to convey this message to the international Wizengamot, saving your life means spreading this message directly throughout the IW."

Heimdall murmured, "...It seems that they want to play big."

While waiting in the waiting room, Heimdall was a little apprehensive. This was completely different from the last hearing. The last time he came to file a complaint, the grievances and unwillingness came from the heart without any pretense.But today, I don't know whether my acting skills can be concealed from the battle-tested veterans. Naturally, the scale of the hearing held by the European Cooperation Organization cannot be compared with the international conference, so the largest conference room was not used.After exiting through the small door just like last time, Heimdall found that it was a columnar meeting room.The seats used by the participants are like opera boxes, neatly arranged and hung on the walls.In the middle of the meeting room stands a lonely two-meter-high platform. There is a chair on the high platform. There is no decoration around the chair. It is empty and open. When people sit on it, the sight can spread to the four corners of the room without hindrance. , but at the same time, surrounded by people above the horizon and looking down, the psychological pressure will reach its peak at that moment.

A sudden voice came from above.

"Please take out your wand, put it in the box on the back of the chair, and close the lid."

Heimdall followed his word.

"Please sit down."

Heimdall sat down.

"Please state your name."

"Heimdall Strulusson."

"age."

"17."

"Have you graduated?"

"No."

"Current school."

"Durmstrang Academy."

"From the information we have been given, you did not attend Durmstrang this school year."

Heimdall couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and then he couldn't help but laugh.

"This school year, I am an exchange student at the Heideggerck School of Magic."

"How about the school?"

As soon as this question came out, the solemn atmosphere at the scene suddenly shook, and it was no longer as oppressive and airtight as it was at first.

"Not bad." Heimdall pursed the corners of his upturned mouth vigorously.

"How's the food? What did you have for breakfast?"

"Chairman Sturluson." The impatient participants interrupted the out-of-key question.

Rommel changed his words politely, "On behalf of the member states of the European Wizarding Cooperation Organization, I would like to ask Mr. Strulusson a few questions." After speaking, he looked condescendingly at the little head with white hair illuminated by the slightly harsh lights.

Heimdall quickly put on an attitude of listening attentively.