HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 705 Who is that guy

Victor changed into the black referee wizard robe, and before closing the cabinet door, he touched the smiling people in the activity photo with his fingers as usual—since Mionier, the photo has been replaced by a happy family of three. Behind them is Knights House surrounded by greenery.

When leaving the locker room, I met a male wizard in his thirties who greeted him warmly.

"Good morning, Krum."

Victor smiled, "Good morning, Eichel."

Eichel is from the Gobstone Referee Center next door. He has an easy-going personality and a good temper. Generally speaking, he is a likable guy.Although the referee wizard robe he was wearing was also black, it was quite different from the Quidditch referee's robe.The biggest difference is in the tie.

Quidditch referees are not divided into ranks. According to regulations, all of them need to wear a standard gray tie. A simple golden snitch is embroidered with silver thread on the front of the tie, and the Quidditch Referee Center is written on the reverse.Referee Gao Bushi's tie is candy-colored, and female referees are another matter. It may be funny to wear it on a male referee who is five big and three thick, but he will get used to it after getting used to it, because everyone is like this.Not only that, the neckline, cuffs and hem of referee Gaobushi's wizard robe are inlaid with a circle of candy-colored trim, so everyone said that referee Gaobushi's clothes are the most friendly.

Eichel, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, is wearing such a childlike wizard robe, but he doesn't take it for granted.

"I heard some news yesterday." Eichel approached mysteriously.

Victor waited for the next sentence.

Eichel whispered, "The referee council will usher in a big move, it is said that it involves a lot of people, including our Gobstone referee center and your Quidditch referee center."

"It has nothing to do with us," Victor said.

Brains and brains engage in actions and have nothing to do with their ordinary employees.

"Why not?!" Eichel immediately yelled, fearing that the volume would be too loud, and quickly suppressed it. "Ms. Brent, the recommender of your silver star referee examination, was very hopeful to be selected into the International Referee Council. If she really wants to make a big move, her future is hard to say. Even your future is slim, your silver star Isn't the star referee qualification officially released yet?"

The higher the qualification certificate, the stricter the quota limit. The pass rate of each stage is fixed, and it is not just passing the test. If that is the case, the profession of refereeing is not a job that everyone yearns for, and its exams are not. Known as a pervert.

Unexpectedly, Victor didn't empathize with panic, but smiled meaningfully.

"What are you laughing at?" Eichel asked in confusion.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't aimed at you." Victor suddenly thought of the recent troubles of the couple at home, and thought it was a coincidence.

"Where did you hear these news?" Victor pretended to be very concerned.

Eichel felt much better immediately.

"Sarun, he has a good relationship with the Danish Ministry of Magic and is well-informed."

Saruen is a member of the Danish Gobstone National Team. He has opened several workshops for making high-grade gobstone marbles. He is a man who knows how to drill and speak well. (PS: This previous article appeared, around ACT615.)

If the news really comes from Saruen, its credibility will be doubled.

The two came to the entrance of the center.

The door on the left leads to the Gobstone Refereeing Center and the door on the right is the entrance to the Quidditch Refereeing Center.

A group of people came from behind noisily. The elderly wizard surrounded by all kinds of flattery walked slowly. He was of medium height and wore a black wizard robe. He shrank his neck like a tortoise, and his two dark blue eyes seemed to be covered in fog. Even though the Venus symbol on the chest is faintly covered by the shaking figure, it is still sharp and sharp, which makes people awe-inspiring.

"It's Derry!" Eichel muttered.

Victor recognized it too.Derry Chief Referee - Everyone in the industry knows everyone.Lord Krum had taken one of his referee training courses on the importance of refereeing.The whole course is almost out of the book, telling one real case after another.At first everyone was full of enthusiasm, and after listening to eleven lectures in succession, no matter how good their patience was, it disappeared without a trace.At that time, there were private rumors among the wizards who were being trained that Chief Judge Derry didn't come to teach them, but he just found an opportunity to show off his worth.The last sentence is more poisonous: use the last time of life to seek more sense of identity in order to leave an immortal and beautiful inscription on the tombstone. (PS: This person also appeared in the previous article, so we won’t mention which chapter.)

Some people say that Derry doesn’t have a high reputation, and they can say everything—it’s not ruled out that this is the price of success and fame. Victor has feelings in this regard, and he is also the source of whispers—the most common opinion is He used to wantonly manipulate the process of the game.Don't look at his current old man who can fall asleep while walking, it's like a different person when he arrives on the field.In the most mysterious way, Derry can manipulate the emotions of the audience and make them cheer for his favorite side, so as to indirectly manipulate the result of the game.Some said he was a "Quidditch player".

Of course, this statement has not been confirmed. Derry is still a highly respected Gold Star referee. The result of the game is public. Who can predict which team will be the winner under the eyes of everyone?unless……

Victor didn't think about it any further, it was none of his business.

"I heard that chief referee Derry is about to resign as the chairman of the referee council." Eichel began to provide his gossip again.

"He's going to retire?" Victor looked at the old man's demeanor, although he was talking casually with the people around him, he seemed listless, his eyes rolled quickly, and he kept busy.Such a person is going to retire?

"I don't see it." Victor said again.

"Of course I won't retire." Eichel pouted. "President of the International Quidditch League."

Viktor was taken aback, "Chairman Mustafa intends to retire?"

"I haven't heard that the chairman is going to retire either," Eichel shook his head. "The rumors that Drey is going to be chairman are so well-spoken that they spread as if they were true."

Victor was silent.

Eichel's face suddenly changed, and he pushed him.

"Hey, do you remember that man?"

Victor looked along his line of sight, and saw a young man following behind the head referee Derry energetically, with bright eyes and a pleasant smile. They will have a lot of affection for him.

His appearance was indeed unexpected—Willie Danler.

"I remember that he is the main seeker of the Pallas Golden Helm team." Victor's last impression of him is still in the game with a disparity in the score between the Vulcan team and the Golden Helm team.

"He's long since left the Gold Rudders," Eichel said. "you do not know?"

Victor raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "Why should I know?"

Eichel was speechless.

"Hi, Krum." Danle, who was surrounded by people approaching, greeted Viktor with vigor and vigor. Judging from his kind and slightly condescending appearance, it seems that the two have a very close relationship.

Hell "close relationship"!Eichel drew a big cross on his brain.

Victor stared at Danle as if he had been petrified, and remained silent. The surroundings gradually became quiet, and people cast curious glances one after another.

Ten seconds later, Victor suddenly realized, "Oh, it's Dan...Dan..."

The snickering Eichel was very "helpful", "Danle."

Victor nodded and said without changing his expression, "Good morning, Danle."

There was a dramatic silence around, and Dan Le's "smiling smile" was almost unstoppable.

Eichel marveled at his "poise and composure".

"This is..." An old voice interjected.

Dan Le's face glowed as if he had been slapped with chicken blood, "He is Victor Klum, the chief referee of Derry."

Dre's thin but clear voice sounded again, "What Krum?"

Dan Le raised the corner of his mouth, "Victor Krum."

"Oh." Derry walked away indifferently.

Dan Le smiled apologetically at Victor, and said with a fake face: "I'm sorry, Krum, my teacher is a straightforward person."

"It's okay, Dan..."

"Danle." It was Eichel who was very "helpful" again.

"Well, I'm fine, thanks for your concern, Dan...well, Danle."

Dan Le didn't say goodbye and left in a hurry.

"What are you looking at?" Victor turned around and asked Eichel, who was staring at him all the time.

"You are really bad."

"I really don't remember his name." Victor dropped this sentence lightly, pushed the door and walked into the referee center.

Eichel didn't believe his words, he clearly knew what he was talking about.

Mrs. Brent, the recommender of the silver star referee examination, called Victor to her, and she took a puff of her pipe irritably.

Victor saw that she was in a bad mood. Mrs. Brent was not a smoker, but smoked only once or twice a week.I saw her chatting with someone and smoking a cigarette during lunch break yesterday. As she always does, she will never touch anything related to tobacco in the past few days.

But she smoked today, and during work hours.

"I'll cut to the chase." Mrs. Blunt's voice was a little shrill.

"You speak."

"Your qualification as a silver star referee may be revoked..." Mrs. Brent stared at Victor intently after she finished speaking. "You don't seem surprised."

"When I was at work, I met Willie Danle. For some reason, every time I met this person, something bad happened around me."

Mrs. Brent smiled shortly, "This matter has nothing to do with him."

"You know Willy Denler?"

"Derry's new students are nothing special. There are five hundred students in Derry, if not thousands." Mrs. Brent seemed to calm down a little. "If everyone who took Derry's class was his student, so were you, you took his bragging class."

Victor smiled, "A very apt metaphor."

Mrs. Brent put the pipe back on the table. "Someone mentioned that the admission rate of referees in recent years has exceeded expectations. It is suspected that some people operate in the dark and plan to suppress some outstanding ones as an example."

"I'm honored to be placed in the 'Outstanding' category."

Mrs. Brent said angrily: "Isn't it just that some people are bored and tossing about and can't understand others' smooth sailing."

Victor nodded.

Mrs. Brent, slightly annoyed at Victor's indifferent response, picked up her pipe again.

"You'd better make plans early!"

"If it doesn't work, I'll go back and concentrate on being a seeker, and don't rush to retire early. If I can't be a referee, I can still be a coach. The coach is not as strict as the referee."

Mrs. Brent was stunned, "... Isn't the time you spent on the referee exam wasted? You have already reached this point."

Victor grinned, "It can be used when you are a coach, and you can better take advantage of loopholes."

Mrs. Brent waved wearily.

"Thank you," Victor said respectfully before leaving. "It was a joke just now, I won't give up easily."

Mrs. Brent smiled and shook her head at the closed door.

Victor stood still in front of a large glass window, and the bright sunlight and lush plants outside the house refreshed his spirits.

He took out the small magic mirror, waited patiently for a while, and the other end was finally connected.

The hazy cluster of light dissipated, and Heimdall's face appeared in the mirror.

The master couldn't help smiling.

"Reached?"

[It's almost time, it's already over France. ] Heimdall's voice came.

Then the son's face appeared in the mirror, 【Father—】

Victor smiled, "Listen to your father Rig, it's fun."

Mionier nodded happily.

In the master's heart, Wei Xiaoduo beat his chest and stomped his feet and howled wolves, if only he could take a vacation too!

The camera changes to Heimdall's face again.

"It's not slow." Victor said.

[It could have been faster, and the stay in Frankfurt was longer than expected. At first we thought that Tianma was on strike, but later we heard Mr. Kreich explain that station workers in many cities in Western Europe were on strike.Tianma couldn't wait for the feed supply, so it refused to leave. ] "How did you solve it later?" Victor asked with interest.

Heimdall in the mirror said dejectedly: 【Each of us pooled up the money and went to other places to buy feed for Tianma, and let it eat and drink enough before it was willing to go on the road again. 】 "So easy to talk?"

[How is it possible, when we arrive in Paris, we plan to go to Tianma Transportation Company to discuss!Mr. Craig, what's the name of that company? ] There was a voice coming from the side. Although the ambient sound was a bit noisy, it could be distinguished that it was a young man.Heimdall went on to say: [Yes, it's called Guanguan. Listen to the name, it's obvious that it's fooling people! ] With righteous indignation on his face, it is estimated that the amount of money he was forced to collect was not small.

Victor couldn't help laughing, no matter how he went out, he encountered the best things.

The man next to him seemed to say something again, and Heimdall hurriedly said to the master: [We are at the place, I will contact you later. 】The light in the mirror went out in an instant.

etc!The master stared blankly at the mirror, he hadn't had time to sum up the central idea yet!

Where did that Mr. Craig come from?

In 10 minutes, Draco looked at the time no less than 10 times, not including the number of times he glanced at the station wall clock from time to time when he walked around in circles.

When the flagpole on the top of the small clock tower raised the small red flag again, Draco, who had been fooled several times, lost interest, until the wizards who were also waiting for the bus around him started to commotion—holding a miniature telescope to scan the clouds and calling His friend let out a cry of surprise, and Draco convinced himself that this time he really arrived at the stop.

Nearly an hour and a half later than the scheduled arrival time, Tianma's temper was worse than the unlucky ones waiting for the bus and riding in the bus.The huge collision and friction sound at the moment of landing not only tormented the nerves of the wizards in the car, but also the wizards waiting in the station exclaimed in unison, and their faces were also very ugly.

In the future, he would rather take a long detour than take this bus... Draco ran out of the waiting shed muttering.

Tianma kicked his hooves to express his dissatisfaction, but unfortunately, he didn't get any response or sympathy.

Everyone can't wait to go out, this train is really suffering like never before.

"I'll come." Mr. Kretch gestured to hold the child, but Heimdall declined.

"Thank you, no need." He picked up Mionier and moved out with the flow of people.

The passengers spoke fluent French talking about the upcoming journey, and Heimdall couldn't help but sigh. Those who spoke Russian and seemed to be tough to ask for an explanation for themselves left the train one after another before the terminal. , the vast majority of those left today are short-distance passengers who got on the train later, and they were also dragged down by the delay, but not as bitter as the original group of passengers.

Heimdall had to give up temporarily the idea of ​​asking for an explanation, after all, it's hard to do it alone.

They got off the carriage and entered the rest shed at the station.

"I know the way to Coronet." Crutch said tactfully.

"Forget it, I'm alone." Heimdall smiled gratefully.

"And me, I can go with you." Craig was very enthusiastic. "We can tell them the problem, otherwise they would never know what happened today."

Heimdall still shook his head, there are many ways to let Crown Company know.

"That blond young daddy," someone called out from behind.

Heimdall turned back, "Call me?"

"Yes." Two wizards, a male and a female, walked quickly.

They were wearing dark brown wizard robes with wide sleeves and flapping sleeves, which were an outdated style that had been eliminated by young people, so their clothes were somewhat unusual in France, which is famous for its fashion.No one wears that anymore.

Heimdall knew them, the wizards who got on the car with him in the Osmanthus Valley, the male wizards complained about the temper of the French Pegasus, and the witch wearing a wizard hat complained about the Hungarian Pegasus.

"Is something wrong?" Heimdall asked after they approached.

"Are you still going to the Crown Company?" said the middle-aged wizard, leaning on a cane in his hand, but he didn't look like he had any problems with his legs and feet when he walked.

Just as Heimdall was about to speak, Kretch interjected kindly, "I'm just proposing to go with this gentleman. We shouldn't miss this opportunity, let alone tolerate it."

The witch in the hat didn't speak, but looked at Craig with an indescribable gaze.

The middle-aged wizard thought about Krech: he looks good, but he is a bit evil...

"I'm not going," said Heimdall. "It's just the few of us who don't pay attention, not to mention that the words are unfounded. The way to let Crown Company know the situation is not to go to their office to file a complaint. If they are really sincere, even if we don't say anything, they will Will take the initiative to understand."

The middle-aged wizard snorted coldly, "Nowadays, people hide when they encounter troubles, and only want to calm things down. That's why they indulged those guys into lawlessness."

Heimdall didn't say anything, just smiled and said nothing.

The witch in the hat pulled the wizard's arm, but the wizard struggled away.

"What, did I say something wrong?"

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"Rig!" Draco yelled, breaking the odd stalemate.

Heimdall said to Mionir calmly, "Look, it's Uncle Draco."

"What kind of broken car are you riding in?" Draco complained endlessly as soon as he ran up to him. "Not to mention an hour and a half late, the seats are not graded, and a mess of people are all squeezed into one compartment, it's terrible!"

If Master Malfoy goes out in a carriage, he will not take a first-class carriage.The fare of carriages with first-class carriages is not something that ordinary people can afford, or are willing to spend. For example, the civilian train that Heimdall took today is unbelievable in the mind of Master Malfoy.

His words immediately hurt the self-esteem of a middle-aged wizard, and he stared at the two cousins ​​with sharp eyes.

"In that case, why don't you pretend to be a pauper and take a high-end carriage?" He left this sentence coldly, and walked away with a cane.

The witch in the hat gave an ugly smile and ran after her.

"What's going on?" Draco, who was suddenly choked, was at a loss.

"It's none of your business, it's my problem," Heimdall said.

"You stop thinking about it?" Craig's words are always exquisitely timed and always so kind.

"I've already considered it." Heimdall said softly but firmly.

"May I invite you to have a drink with your kids and friends?"

"Our schedule is fully booked."

Craig smiled helplessly, and his facial features instantly "lived", like the bright light projected from the clouds and mist, which was surprisingly shining and beautiful, and that moment was so wonderful that even Draco, who was teasing Mionir, couldn't help but be speechless .

Heimdall sighed emotionally in front of the unexpected and surging male.

Heimdall didn't intend to introduce him to Draco, they met by chance, that's all.

He said to his son in his arms, "Say goodbye to Mr. Craig."

Mionier waved obediently, "Goodbye."

It can be seen that Heimdall is indifferent to his positivity, and his attitude is far from friendly, even a little perfunctory.

Draco felt a little sympathetic to Mr. Craig.

It was past lunchtime when they left the station, father and son were hungry, and Draco took them to a wizarding pub he admired very much.Along the way, I have been describing the exquisite taste of a vegetable soup. Unfortunately, the judges of Sturluson have no resonance. The young friend of Mionnier is more interested in the wonderful and gorgeous signs and windows of the Paris Wizard Commercial Street.

"What are you looking at?" After sitting down, Draco asked Heimdall who was looking around.

Heimdall opened the menu and held it up to his son, asking him to order first.

Draco only hesitated about his approach, but did not interfere, he was still waiting for Heimdall's answer.

"I'm just surprised that there are no gilded pillars here, there are no paintings and crystal chandeliers on the ceiling, and the floor is not shiny marble... My God, the tableware is actually wood?!" Heimdall said seriously. "I'm amazed at how ordinary this place is."

Draco murmured, "I shouldn't have asked you."

Someone knocked on the glass window with his fingers outside, and when the three people in the room looked out, the other party smiled and waved.

It's Carlo Jones.

Heimdall was pleasantly surprised.

"I hope you won't blame me for taking too much action." Draco was obviously very proud of his self-assertion, but he put on a modest and cautious look.

"How?!" Heimdall said happily.

Draco couldn't help beaming.

Carlo walked into the store, quickly found them and sat down.

Before speaking, he teased Mionier, who was still studying the menu seriously, and stuffed a small square box into the child's hand.

"You are too polite," Heimdall said.

"I'm not being polite to you, this is for Mionier, it has nothing to do with you!" Carlo smiled and kissed Mionier's little face.

With Heimdall's approval, Mionnier accepted the toy, and returned a bark in return.

Everyone chatted a few gossips, and when Carlo asked him if the trip was going well, Heimdall had an idea.

"You remember that the people's livelihood section of The Mercury has always been booming," he said.

Carlo has been working at the "Mercury" during the summer vacation. Ever since he published Heimdall and Victor's wedding from a unique and unique perspective, Carlo has gradually gained popularity among the readers of the "Mercury". Alternate columnist with a certain topicality.

"Recently everyone is focusing on the newly added sports section, and the section I stay in has been depressed a lot."

This is of course a modest statement. The people's livelihood section is the pillar of "Mercury News", and no matter how eager the newspaper office is to seek success, it will not put the cart before the horse.

"I have a question about the loopholes in the management of sky-drawn carriages. This should be under the jurisdiction of the Department of Transportation of the Ministry of Magic. Would you like to hear about it?" Heimdall said with a smile.

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