HP's Foreign Land

one,

Mendoza's face was ashen, dying, and the three black wizard hunters who had suffered a lot chose to turn a blind eye.

Among the three, the one who spoke to Heimdall just now expressed his gratitude. From his words, it is not difficult to hear his indignation at Mendoza's unrepentant behavior. Mendoza's cunning gave them a headache.Not to mention whether they can take Mendoza out of the arena smoothly without being interrogated, and the Egyptian national team is not easy to explain. There are a lot of problems that they will face, and the three of them can't help but pull their hair.

The three planned to let Mendoza rest without doing anything, that is, to force him to lose consciousness, so as not to cause trouble for them along the way.

"It's better not to let him talk." Heimdall suggested. "Knocking him out is more likely to cause trouble. You are ready to explain the ins and outs to the players of the Egyptian national team who are playing on the field? It is one thing to convince others in a short time, which caused the Finnish Ministry of Magic to go to Egypt The attention of the Ministry of Magic is also what you want to see?"

"Of course not!" said the hunter. "The Portuguese Ministry of Magic has repeatedly hinted to the Egyptian Ministry of Magic where Mendoza may be in Egypt, and hopes that the Egyptian Ministry of Magic will cooperate with the search. The Egyptian Ministry of Magic has used various excuses to delay, otherwise it will not be our turn to appear."

The matter of extradition seems simple, but it is complicated. According to international law, the extradition treaty cannot be enforced. It is linked to various factors such as the relationship between the two countries. The Portuguese Ministry of Magic cannot blatantly send people to Egypt to hunt down fugitives. The Egyptian Ministry of Magic is obviously inferior to the Portuguese Ministry of Magic. The surface is so harmonious.The Egyptian Ministry of Magic can evade it simply by saying "can't find anyone". After all, Mendoza has been hiding his name and living an ordinary life from [-] to [-]. Egyptian wizards don't know what this "honest gentleman" has done in Europe. Naturally, it is not a matter of sharing the same hatred-later he played a dramatic role in bringing the deteriorating Egyptian national team to the international arena. The Egyptian Ministry of Magic wants to keep the hard-won "talent". They don't care about the souls of foreign countries. The national team coach has yet to be rested in peace.

Heimdall didn't know how the black wizard hunter operated, and he didn't want to care. He quietly put away Captain Xiaoqiang and walked out of the men's bathroom, followed by the black wizard hunter.

"What else do you need?" Heimdall saw him hesitate to speak.

"You said you were from the International Wizengamot."

"Correct."

The dark wizard hunter's face was full of confusion.

"I will not interfere with your actions. It is the police force's business to arrest criminals. The International Wizengamot is only responsible for judging detainees." For Heimdall, it does not matter where Mendoza is tried. The Ministry of Magic has worked hard and planned for many years not to invite Mendoza back to taste the cod in his hometown.

The dark wizard hunter breathed a sigh of relief, and heard Heimdall say again, "But I will report today's events."

Judging from the information held by the International Wizengamo, Mendoza fled to Hungary in the 70s and brutally killed several non-Hungarian wizards there. According to the joint investigation of the local wizard department in Hungary and the international police force , It was found that the murdered wizards were Mendoza's former "comrades in arms" and "family members of his comrades in arms".

Nine days after Mendoza committed the crime, he sent a letter to the International Wizengamot. In the letter, he said that he did this to atone for his crimes. The charges imply that the International Wizengamo's merits and demerits are balanced.The International Wizengamo responded by turning Mendoza's wanted warrant up a notch.

Mendoza never admitted his crimes, did not admit the mistakes he made, did not repent and introspect, but engaged in his "redemption operation" with great fanfare in peaceful times.

The black wizard hunter expressed his understanding, and then said: "I know that asking you again will be too much, after all, you have helped us selflessly, but now we..."

"I know what you're going to say," Heimdall said just in time for the Dark Wizard Hunter's self-esteem to be saved by his analytical prowess. "I don't think you need to worry at all. What you have to do is to ensure that Mendoza will not escape for the second time in the next time. After the game, you can go out from the exit openly and embark on the road home. "

The dark wizard hunter didn't find any solution from Heimdall's words, and his decisiveness puzzled the dark wizard hunter.

"Take him back first. Keeping missing will make him suspicious. Everything will be fine." After Heimdall said, he turned and left.

The moment he walked out of the aisle and stepped into the auditorium, he saw Rommel sitting near the entrance of the auditorium.The latter glanced at him casually, but didn't get up. Heimdall walked over and sat down.

"Father, can you hint more clearly next time?" Heimdall said helplessly.

If it weren't for his good brains, he would probably miss the good show.

"Do you still want to have a next time?" Rommel said calmly.

The high-profile Gobstone match of the Norwegian team; the horribly deserted Quidditch arena; the pitifully small number of spectators; as the leader of the Finnish Ministry of Magic, he turned a blind eye to the perfunctory security guards. It is so natural to look at everything separately, but when combined with the Mendoza incident, we can see the unusualness behind it.

Most likely, the Portuguese Ministry of Magic and the Finnish Ministry of Magic have reached a certain consensus. The Finnish Ministry of Magic will open the door to their secret operations within a certain range. Opportunity for the other party to openly ask questions.

Recalling Rommel's "unusual" performance from his admission to the present, Heimdall must admit that his father is an actor-level acting school, and his gestures also hinted at some clues to others. Fortunately, he put together all the clues.

Heimdall said: "Those three black wizard hunters seem to be full of worries about the status quo. They think that the Big Swan Arena is full of dangers. I told them that they don't need to worry about it, and they can return home smoothly after the game is over."

"Very good." Rommel reached out and stroked his hair, which Rommel liked to do when he was a child.

"I'm now more and more hopeful that Iceland will win," Heimdall said.

two,

For the sake of caution, the two returned to their original seats.

Victor took over the task from Rommel and took Mionier to watch the giant roc up close. Under the supervision of the trainer, the giant roc let the bright-eyed Mionir stroke the feathers on its wings meekly. The clever trainer took out Using the decorations made of the feathers of the giant roc to hook up the parents' wallets, Mionier hesitated between silver-white feathers and flower-colored feathers.

Snow on the seat was not bored, perhaps he was the only one in the arena who was also engrossed in the game itself besides worrying about winning or losing.

"Why have you been here for so long?" Snow said casually when he saw them coming back.

"Constipation," said Rommel.

Heimdall looked at the field nonchalantly.

Snow turned his eyes and said, "I'll ask Rigg."

"Yes, it's Rigg." Rommel said calmly.

Heimdall almost gave up.

Snow looked at Heimdall with a numb face, then at Rommel, and turned back to continue watching the game.

Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief, and squinted at Dad angrily, but was caught by Dad and grinned at him.

At this time, the score was 80:60, and the Iceland team was temporarily behind.

Heimdall took out a lollipop and put it in his mouth, then asked his father in a low voice, "How did Mendoza become the head coach of the Egyptian national team?"

Doesn't the Egyptian Ministry of Magic bother at all?

"Mendoza doesn't have that ability. He is a shrewd fugitive, but he is worse than me in Quidditch." Rommel said.

"...He pretended to be Albani Mendoza?" Heimdall asked in surprise.

"There is indeed such a person. As for where this person is now and whether he is still alive, there is nothing to know." Rommel said regretfully, and what was buried under the words was a deep vigilance.

Heimdall suddenly thought of the real Professor Patrick Lacey who also disappeared, and he quickly thought of it.

"Albani Mendoza was an accomplished Quidditch coach before?" Heimdall asked.

Rommel replied, "He used to be a depressed Quidditch coach."

"Suddenly entered the public eye one day?"

"It should be said that the public pursued him without anyone noticing, and forgot to ask about his past as if his memory had been written off collectively."

"He has a network in the International Referee Council, and someone cooperates with him internally and externally?"

Rommel was silent for a moment, and said: "The list of highly recommended Mendoza to the Egyptian Ministry of Magic includes several well-known names in the industry, and Henry Drey is one of them."

It was Henry Drey again!No matter where he goes, he haunts him, as hateful as Brown!

"Henry Drey always clings to Victor and often gives him difficult problems. He must be jealous of Victor's talent. His own conditions are not up to the standard of a Seeker, so he looks at Victor everywhere. Seekers are not pleasing to the eye!" Heimdall angrily filled his brain.

"Kroom is no longer the number one seeker," Snow said.

Heimdall stared at him lifelessly, and Snow turned his head calmly: "Go ahead, I didn't hear anything."

Rommel said: "The following words will be discussed after the game."

Heimdall nodded, turned his eyes to Snow who seemed to be watching the game, but actually listened to the wall with his ears upright, and then said with a smirk, "In order for our conversation not to be leaked, should we do something?"

Rommel played with him with great interest, "What do you want to do?"

"Like letting someone who eavesdropped on our conversation take a look."

Snow turned his head and said pitifully, "Please forgive me sir, I really didn't hear anything."

Heimdall laughed loudly, threw himself on Snow's neck, and Snow hugged him back with a look of connivance.

Then he was pulled back by the expressionless master.

The master said, "Don't get too close to other men in front of me, let alone when you're not in front of me."

"He's Snow." Heimdall said blankly.

Especially Snow!

But the master didn't dare to be so hysterical, he smiled and put his son into his arms, "No man is allowed except me and Mionnier."

Snow and Rommel looked at each other, curled their lips angrily.

three,

The Iceland team defeated the Egypt team by 10 points. The Icelandic national team's seeker staged a super reversal at the end of the game, winning a decisive victory for the team under the premise of a huge gap between the two teams. Golfer caught the Snitch before.

Mionir, with two giant roc feather pendants hanging around his neck, danced and cheered. The giant roc flapped its wings arrogantly, and the Egyptian fan group on the opposite side wailed.

Under the "reminder" of someone with a heart, the head coach of the Iceland team did not bother the head coach of the Egyptian team who was said to be heartbroken because of the loss of this game. He hugged the ecstatic players and screamed again and again in a gaffe.

"You can rest easy now," Victor said.

Snow shook his head, "The difficulty begins now." As he spoke, he got up and went to the players' preparation room. He couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"If Iceland wants to go smoothly in the World Cup, there are still many problems to face. First of all, they have to find a new goalkeeper for themselves. It shows that the Iceland team is chasing up points, and a golden snitch cannot achieve a reversal." Victor analyzed. "Not every game can be so lucky."

Rommel, who was finally able to smoke, held his pipe and said, "It's useless to me. If Quidditch suddenly disappeared from this world, I wouldn't let myself make a fuss."

Victor declined to comment, standing up with his son in his arms.

Rommel glanced at his pocket watch, "Have a meal together?"

The husband and wife did not object.

"I choose the place?" Rommel said.

Heimdall couldn't help but said, "You once said that there is a wizard's restaurant in Helsinki that serves excellent barbecue."

"I know." Rommel was not surprised.

"Shouldn't we wait for Snow?" Heimdall saw that his father was about to leave.

"He'll know where to find us."

four,

This is a Quidditch-themed restaurant. People who come for food can find all kinds of things he knows about Quidditch in the store-only in the Nordic region. Photos of broomsticks, jerseys, ball equipment and other items are made into miniature models, hanging from the ceiling, hidden among magical clouds and non-stop flying golden snitches.

There are not many people in the store and it looks very leisurely. A long staircase leads to the second floor.

"Let's sit on it." Rommel went straight up to the second floor.

Sure enough, the second floor was empty, the place was not big, and there was only one round table for six people.The golden snitch flying above seemed within reach.

"Mionnier," Rommel said, grabbing the little hand of the looking-around Milkman. "This place is very interesting, let your big daddy take you around?"

Mionier immediately looked expectantly at Da Papa, who then looked at Rommel.

"I have something to say to Rigg," Rommel said.

The implication is that you are not welcome to listen together.

Heimdall shook Victor's hand and silently asked him not to mind. Victor smiled at him and walked down the second floor with the child.

Heimdall followed the father and son until their figures were covered by the railing on the second floor.

"Don't you know Victor? He is not a gossip. To tell you the truth, I will tell Victor the exact content of my conversation with you today, and you asked me to repeat it to him again. "Heimdall said good things for her husband.

"I know Krum as much as you do and know that he doesn't like to gossip, but I still don't welcome him into our conversation. The reason is that there is no reason."

Now that this is the end of the story, what else can Heimdall say?

He had to turn the topic to the main topic, "I have been thinking about Henry Drey since then."

Rommel lit his pipe.

"Is his series of actions premeditated? I don't think Mendoza's impostor is a special case. Derry may have other actions. His motives are very suspicious..."

"If you mean his suppression of Krum, I think you may have misunderstood him." Rommel slowly took a puff of his cigarette.

"Wrong?" Heimdall opened his eyes wide.

"As far as I know, Henry Drey has not directly interfered with Krum's affairs. As for the artificial obstacles that Krum encountered, more of them came from a certain player who was favored by Henry Drey."

Fox fake tiger power?

"... Willy Danler?"

Rommel nodded, "If Henry Drey knows that Dan Le's self-assertion has aroused your attention to him, until you quickly associate it and discover some truths that he tried to cover up, you don't need to do anything, De Rui Ray will make Danle disappear immediately."

Heimdall is in a good mood, there is nothing more powerful than wicked people killing each other.

"That is to say, you also agree that Derry has a problem?" Heimdall carefully asked for confirmation.

Rommel took out his pocket watch again, "The group of people in Portugal should have left Finland smoothly by this time."

Heimdall picked up his water glass and took a sip thoughtfully.

Then Rommel said, "Officials like Henry Drey are nothing new. Without the protection of the upper echelon, those wanted criminals who are at large would not be able to live comfortably until now. For today's wizarding government, to a large extent It is whether criminals still have value. But Henry Dray’s behavior is puzzling. First of all, he is an official in charge of Quidditch affairs, and those criminals seem to have nothing to do with his job; secondly, Derry’s backgammon The promotion is also full of doubts. Just like Mendoza's turn from a wanted criminal to a head coach, Dre's rise to fame is confusing. This person seems to have come out of nowhere. What impressive things he has done before Things, no one in the league remembers clearly."

"Could it be that Henry Drey is also..." Heimdall asked in shock.

"This is not a question that I should be serious about." Rommel said calmly.

Fives,

"Oh, Rommel, I didn't expect you to be here. If I knew you were here, I wouldn't have come!" The sudden call was full of deliberate intimacy, and Heimdall deduced that his father was from his facial expression at that moment. The real emotion of the moment.

Unwelcome "friends".

They were sitting on the second floor of the deserted restaurant. It was a godlike "encounter".

Morocco Chapter President.Rommel told him quickly with his mouth.

Heimdall nodded quietly, and stood up with his father to face the visitor.

Unexpectedly, the chairman of the Morocco branch is a handsome uncle who looks more like a Southern European—far from the wretched middle-aged man Heimdall imagined, with curly black hair, a fancy iron-gray wizard robe, and a smudge on his face. The smile may seem warm at first glance, but it may not seem sincere enough after a long time.

All in all, the smile is fake, but the other party's heart is not so kind at all.

The chairman of the Morocco branch is not alone, and there is a female companion with dark blonde hair beside him.The female companion was wearing a plain robe without any rouge and powder. She had a few small freckles on the bridge of her nose. Her hair was neatly combed into a ponytail and she was carrying a bulging satchel. She looked as if she had just bought something from a certain market.

Heimdall has seen too many beauties of all kinds. The appearance of this blonde female companion can only be considered above average. She is very young, but calm and sophisticated, with almost no youthful and lively breath on her body, she does not look like a young man at all.

"I'm so sorry, Rommel," said the Moroccan chapter president, feeling good about himself. "I didn't know that I would meet you here. If I had known this, I wouldn't have asked Miss Persephone to come out and embarrass you."

The girl called Miss Persephone quickly glanced at the chairman of the Morocco branch, with a strange expression on her face, and then at Rommel, who remained expressionless as usual, so she decided to remain silent.

What's the matter?The head of the room sensitively sensed something was wrong, why did he have the illusion that males were fighting for territory?He too, like the girl, pretended he didn't exist.

Rommel took down the pipe in his mouth, ignored the arrogant face of the chairman of the Morocco branch, and said to the girl, "How is the purchase going?"

"Not bad, I bought something I've been thinking about." The girl smiled.

Heimdall had to admit that the girl's smile added to her complexion, but he couldn't understand what they were saying.

The chairman of the Morocco branch seemed to understand, and his complacent face froze.

Only then did Rommel kindly tell him, "I know Pauline is going out shopping today, so thank you for bringing her here."

The chairman of the Morocco chapter was about to say something with a face full of embarrassment, but was interrupted by Rommel, "I am very satisfied with my current female partner, and I have no plans to change her for the time being. I hope you understand what I mean."

The chairman of the Morocco branch made a random excuse and left hastily.

The girl who was left behind couldn't help being embarrassing, and was about to leave when Rommel suddenly said, "This is my son."

The girl's expression can be described as flattered.

Heimdall held out his hand, "Hi, I'm honored."

The girl who turned her back and wiped her hands quietly behind her changed her expression, and when she raised her head again, she had returned to normal.

Heimdall knew that his words had irritated her, but he actually regretted it. For a girl in the "public relations" career, it is definitely not a blessing to be praised as an "honor" by a stranger.

Heimdall held her hand, which was a little cold and a little damp.

"This is the first time my father introduced me to a female companion, and maybe in my father's eyes I can finally meet people," Heimdall tried to salvage his inappropriate remarks. "So I'm honored, uh..."

"Paulyn," the girl was smart. "If you don't mind." (PS: Persephone is a "stage name", you understand.)

"No, of course not." Heimdall smiled.

The girl relaxed in his smile, and she said to Rommel a little awkwardly: "Well, I, I'll go back first."

Rommel nodded, still expressionless.

The girl smiled at Heimdall, turned and left.

The two sat back and no one spoke for a while.

After a while, Heimdall asked, "Is she twenty?"

"Next July."

All right.He had nothing to say about his father's "emotional life", but he didn't expect this "girlfriend" who had been with Rommel the longest to be so young.Rommel's principle has always been a single output, he will not associate with several "girlfriends" at the same time, so he is very popular with Nordic courtesans - he is generous and has no special hobbies. Mel's current "girlfriend" achieved the goal of angering Rommel, so congratulations to him, he succeeded.