HP's Foreign Land

one,

Chairman Sturluson did not have time to carry forward the excellent style of being conscientious and dedicated to serving the people in the school. A summoning order from the International Wizengamot gave him the notoriety of "truancy" again.Standing in the crowded elevator, Heimdall thought angrily that if he didn't get the Distinguished Alumni Medal that he wanted so much, it would be his immediate superior who was responsible.

His immediate superior received him in the office, and Heimdall's psychological world was suddenly turbulent, with heavy wind and rain—Lixiaoge Baijiahe hid in the corner and shivered together.

It's not that I don't understand, it's just that the world is changing too fast.

Heimdall said with his head held high, "Sorry, I went to the wrong office."

The judge, who was buried in the documents, looked up at him, "You are not wrong." He pointed casually, "Sit down, don't let me waste time talking to you with obvious nonsense."

Heimdall sat down and looked around anxiously. The office was right, but shouldn't Judge Hollingworth be sitting here?What about Smeagley Leeds, who is higher in rank than Hollingworth and firmly occupying the desk?Before coming in, he thought he had finally returned to the revolutionary ranks.

Demotion?transfer?Compound Potion?In Heimdall's mind, bitterness and dog blood flew together, and the three vulgarities and the thunder of heaven were the same color.

Just when he couldn't stop thinking about it, Justice Leeds wrote the last line of approval on the document, put down the quill, and looked up at Heimdall.

Chairman Strulusson stared straight at the other party without changing his face, which well concealed the inner world of beating drums and gongs.Can he not be nervous?Of course nervous!His application for employment was approved by Hollingworth. Based on Mr. Chairman's wonderful brain activities, combined with the integrated analysis of the news circulated internally at the beginning of Leeds' return to IW-Leeds and Gironde's chief feud, he once said that he watched Hollingworth. Ringworth is not pleasing to the eye-it is not difficult for Liz to get rid of Heimdall. After all, Heimdall has not yet graduated and cannot control his own destiny.

"You're probably wondering why I'm sitting here," Liz said.

Heimdall nodded.

"This is temporary. Judge Hollingworth is busy for two days."

Before Heimdall could heave a sigh of relief, Liz said again, "You will follow me from now on."

Heimdall did not suppress his surprise.

"Surprised?" Liz said calmly.

"I want to know the reason for the sudden transfer." Heimdall's expression vividly interpreted "abandoned".

Liz looked at him calmly for a while, "I will take over part of Hollingworth's work in the future, and he will take over part of my work. You just belong to the part I will take over."

The picture of himself being thrown into the Leeds plate by Hollingworth's fork flashed through Heimdall's mind... Mr. Chairman has been more active in brain supplement activities recently, all because of the upcoming graduation exam.

Seeing the bitter and bitter look of the green Chairman Sturluson, the corners of Liz's mouth raised slightly, and then quickly fell down again.

"No?" Liz said.

"It's up to me to decide what to do at work, and whether I like it or not has nothing to do with the result." It's a bit self-defeating.

"It's good that you know." Liz didn't go any further.

Heimdall let out a sigh of relief. He was really reluctant to part with Hollingworth. Apart from being his boss, Hollingworth was also a good teacher who introduced him to the IW field.Hollingworth's care and tolerance for him are immeasurable, and he is deeply grateful.This is not the first time that Heimdall has dealt with Leeds. Instead of swearing in front of the justice to show his loyalty, it is better to let go of his heart and vomit quickly.Justice Leeds probably doesn't like others playing tricks on him, and being frank makes it easier for the other party to let go of their grudges.Presumably the justice has not forgotten his blatant provocative behavior that did not grow eyes. Taking a step back, even if the justice is more forgetful, he, Heimdall Strulusson, would not dare to forget.

The result showed that Heimdall's consideration was correct, flattering his boss was a very meaningful job, but fortunately, the other party knew that he could not sincerely flatter him for the time being, and although he was noncommittal about his behavior of nostalgia for his old master, he was not disgusted after all.

"You did a good job in Latvia, and I will go to see Chief Gironde later." Justice Leeds hinted that Gironde wanted to praise him for his life and death in the Latvia incident.

Heimdall said a few words in a hurry.

Liz changed the subject, "However, the International Wizarding Standards Committee accused you of disregarding the safety of the representatives and acting on your own initiative, which caused a series of troubles. The International Wizarding Standards Committee may take measures."

To put it bluntly, the International Wizarding Standards Committee was so annoyed that a certain representative cherished his life and then achieved nothing. He turned his head and scolded IW representative Heimdall for meddling, because this would only make their International Wizarding Standards Committee even more incompetent.

"Mr. Repsher spoke ill of me?" Heimdall asked.

"Repsher?"

"A representative of the International Wizarding Standards Committee who was with me that day."

"He doesn't need to say anything."

understood.Had Heimdall followed Repscher's lead and stayed where he was and waited for rescue that day, he would not have faced today's accusations.

"The International Wizarding Standards Committee is trying to save face through some means, even if those means are very naive." Liz's unfinished words are that Heimdall, a suspected shrimp soldier and crab will lie down.

Girond's chief labor force summoned Heimdall and found the reason. In order to check and balance the relationship between the various departments of the International Federation of Wizards, the higher-ups decided to properly blame Heimdall, a young man who is "eager for quick success". It doesn't matter anymore.

Just lie down and lie down, the International Wizarding Standards Committee doesn't care about showing off their petty spirit in the big family of the International Federation of Wizards, so why should he take it too seriously.

"I won't be suspended, will I?" Heimdall asked, since he "admitted guilt", he must always put on a show in front of outsiders.

"Chief Gironde decided to award you an IW second-level silver medal in recognition of your outstanding performance in this operation." Those in the know knew what role Heimdall played in the whole incident that day, and only the international Those blind fools on the Wizarding Standards Committee are proud of themselves for preemptive strikes.

This is the rhythm of meritorious deeds. The IW second-level silver medal, that is, the silver heroic star medal, Heimdall was overjoyed.

"We invited the leaders of various departments to attend the honoring ceremony held in the afternoon," said Liz, looking at Heimdall's whole body, and then nodded. "Just keep a normal mind."

The happiness came so suddenly that Heimdall was in a trance for a while.

In other words, the awarding ceremony is public. I don’t know how the leaders of the International Wizarding Standards Setting Committee feel when they hear the news...

two,

The Silver Medal Awarding Ceremony at [-]:[-] p.m. was unexpectedly grand—in terms of specifications, it was almost equivalent to the Gold Medal Award. IW clearly expressed the importance it attaches to this award and its affirmation of the recipients .

The leaders of various departments invited to attend praised Chairman Sturluson wearing the star like a flower. Heimdall's thick skin almost couldn't bear it, and his face froze after the ceremony.

Peter swayed to Heimdall's side like a boneless one, circled around him three times in a strange manner, and finally looked at the heroic star on his chest with envy and hatred, from the analysis of those twinkling eyes that , brain supplement activities are climaxing one after another.

Don't envy brother, brother is just a legend.Chairman Sturluson, don't get too complacent.

"Why didn't I get the valor star?" Peter said reluctantly.

"You won't get it in your life." Heimdall said venomously.

Peter scowled.

"Unless you change careers, the international police force has a star of bravery? I've only heard of the medal of meritorious service."

Peter blinked, and then looked at Star of Valor with less hunger.

Heimdall is the youngest recipient of honors in IW since the end of the war. Not to mention Peter, the hatred of young people in the entire International Federation of Wizards who have not been honored is very surging.

Clemenceau and Adeleia Firing came over, feeling a lot of emotion at Heimdall's medal.

Ferrin's expression was a little complicated. After a while, she suppressed the jealousy that arose spontaneously, smiled and congratulated Heimdall, and Heimdall accepted it frankly.

Heimdall saw Hollingworth in a blink of an eye, and he immediately apologized to the wizards who kept coming forward to congratulate him, and walked towards his former boss through the crowd.

"I am very glad that you can attend." Heimdall thought that Hollingworth would not come back in time.

"Of course I'm coming. Yes, I look very energetic." Hollingworth had a stern face, showing the relief and joy in his eyes.

Heimdall said, "I want to keep following you."

"It's not life and death, we are still colleagues." Hollingworth felt amused, but also a little moved.

"I don't care about the way to climb up, and I don't care about the long way around. Can you please fight for it again?" Heimdall asked sincerely.

Hollingworth stroked his head gently, a gesture he seldom did because it was so intimate and because he had never allowed himself to see Heimdall as an unworldly young boy still in need of adult protection.

"You really don't care?" Hollingworth quipped.

Heimdall was silent for a moment, "I care, but I'm not willing to exchange it with the condition of following you!"

Hollingworth said earnestly: "Judge Leeds is not a scourge, and it will be more beneficial to your future to follow him."

Hollingworth is a little worried at the moment that Heimdall is playing tricks. If Liz is offended, he can say that Heimdall will definitely suffer.Hollingworth released the eaglet that he brought up with one hand, not to let him rip off his wings before he could fly.

"... Justice Leeds is a good man." Heimdall choked out this sentence after a while.

Hollingworth felt relieved, "He's also a good boss, you'll know."

"You're fooling me again. You didn't work for Lord Chancellor of Leeds."

Hollingworth didn't speak, and stroked Heimdall's hair again.

three,

Inexplicably, he went home with a medal. Not only was Heimdall himself overwhelmed by the lingering flattery, Victor was also extremely pleasantly surprised.Although it is only a silver medal, and it is a second-level silver medal with limited gold content, it is enough for the couple to be happy for a while.

Mionnier didn't quite understand the meaning of the medal. Under the easy-to-understand explanation of the big daddy, Baby Xiaomi reluctantly accepted the meaning that the medal represented the little red flower, which was a compliment and a good deed.Baby Millet looked and looked at Xiaobaba's medal, and wore it on his chest to show off everywhere. Every animal was forced to watch the show off several times.

Heimdall immediately decided to hand over the silver medal to his son for safekeeping. Mionnier felt that the task was arduous, and grumbled to Sage, who said that he would never let down his master's entrustment by throwing his head and blood... In the end, Hina kept it.

Victor thinks that we should celebrate, Heimdall thinks it’s better to be more reserved, the next graduation exam is the highlight, celebrating in advance will overdraw good luck, Mr. Chairman always believes in it when it shouldn’t be superstitious.

Then Rommel also found out, and my father knew that it was expected. His father's news channels have always been very powerful.When Snow, Elder Lange, and a large group of relatives who did not know each other gathered together to congratulate, Heimdall understood that it was impossible to keep a low profile.

The husband and wife gave up the celebration method of inviting relatives and friends to have a meal, and passively participated in the high-end and elegant party organized by the elder.

Heimdall wore the shiny silver star of valor and went around the banquet again and again, allowing all the participants to see the appearance of the medal clearly and firmly remember its simple and smooth shape—in other words It's just lackluster, a star medal with a few words engraved on it, the second-level "two" is particularly conspicuous.

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead." The Great Elder was in tears at the celebration banquet.

Heimdall was speechless, his word-making function short-circuited for a moment.

It wasn't until Rommel quietly reminded the elder to pay attention to the scale that the elder stopped his tears, tried to change his strategy, and used tenderness to comfort the old man.

After returning, Heimdall looked at the medal on the mantel shelf with a funny face—one of the relatives who came to flatter him specially made a velvet bracket for the medal, and the pure gold legs were lined with broken diamonds. It shines from any angle.Even Heimdall's level of appreciation has realized that a silver medal on a gold shelf is really inferior.

"Is it necessary?" Heimdall shook his head.

"Just to inspire the young people in the family to be competitive, sacrifice your ego to fulfill the big ego." In fact, Victor also felt that it was a big deal.

"If it's a golden medal, it's really inspirational."

"You are the only young man in your family who came back with a medal. You haven't even graduated yet. It's understandable for the elder to take the opportunity to make a big splash."

Heimdall looked at Victor, "Did you accept the benefits of the Great Elder?"

"I'm just seeking truth from facts." Victor pulled Heimdall to the sofa and sat down.

The pod nestled on the arm of the sofa was held in his arms by Heimdall, and the dozing black cat flipped a few times, found a comfortable position and fell asleep with its eyes closed.

"You still take this potion with you." Victor took out the anti-wolf spray that Heimdall gave him to keep that day.

"Why did you suddenly think of this?" Heimdall didn't refuse, and stuffed the potion into his pocket casually.

Victor suggested, "Let Leon try to analyze the ingredients another day, and I want to hear the analysis results of the Blueleg family." "What's in it?" Heimdall asked curiously.

"Some of the raw materials used in the anti-wolf spray are provided by me."

Heimdall said in surprise: "You provided it? Was it you or the Krum family?"

"What I provided has nothing to do with the Krum family's business. I said that I did some medicinal materials myself."

Heimdall said pleasantly: "How did you hook up with the international police force? They also invite tenders?"

"They did not invite public bids. Such research usually does not seek out well-known material suppliers. They have higher requirements for medicinal materials and stricter screening. The raw materials that need to be provided are often relatively remote and cannot be publicly tendered."

Heimdall understood the implication, that is, not taking the usual path, and large enterprises are not conducive to confidentiality work.

"Isn't it okay for you to say that? Isn't there a confidentiality agreement?" Heimdall said.

"It's not me who signed the contract with them. I'm not a direct supplier. What did you say?" Victor pinched Heimdall's face.

Heimdall lowered his voice slyly, "This," he rubbed his fingers, "isn't it a lot of money?"

Victor smiled meaningfully.

Chairman Strulusson clenched his fists and his face was full.

four,

On the eve of the graduation exam, on a whim, the Icelandic Ministry of Magic sent wizards to condolences to the people who did not forget to study hard in the harsh environment of freezing and freezing weather.Heimdall, who has experienced the medal turmoil, has learned to deal with the extraordinary that comes one after another with a normal heart.Chairman Sturluson occasionally sneaks away during the intense final sprint: Is it my graduation exam or their graduation exam, why are they more uneasy than me?

Take the condolences from the Icelandic Ministry of Magic as an example. It is really unprecedented. Jorf never enjoyed this kind of treatment when he was alive.With the deepening of the condolence operation, Heimdall gradually realized the true meaning of it. He searched Durmstrang College, and he seemed to be the only student from Iceland, and he was the only one with the surname Sturlusson.Parents of later students chose Heideggerach School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which is closer to home.

It is enough to prepare only one copy of material encouragement, and a few innocuous care and blessings will make him, the object of sympathy, feel grateful and heartbroken, so why not do it?

It is not known whether Heideggerak received a delegation from the Icelandic Ministry of Magic.

After coping with the visiting group's greetings, Heimdall rushed to the principal's office in a blink of an eye. According to the latest news, the rating team of the European Wizarding School Education Evaluation Conference has been reorganized and ready to go.

Isn't it coming early?How did it last until now?

"Why else, they are afraid of death!" Karkaroff complained mercilessly.

The troll attacking Latvia some time ago caused panic on the continent of Europa. Major international organizations closed their doors one after another. The rating team of the Education Evaluation Conference stopped all visiting activities. It was obviously very active before that.It does make people have bad associations.

"Why should you be angry about this matter? Whether they come or not is beyond our control. Since they decide to come, we will entertain them in a good manner and make them happy and satisfied. This is related to the integrity of our school." evaluation.” Heimdall hoped that the education evaluation would be settled as soon as possible, which was related to the intrinsic nature of their seventh-grade graduation certificate.

"If they had followed the plan, our assessment would have been clear!" Karkaroff wore tinted glasses, which made him displeased.

"By the way, you are not here for educational evaluation." Karkaroff said after calming down.

Heimdall was taken aback, "What else?"

"Beauxbaton's school celebration, they hope to hold a Quidditch friendly match with our school." Karkaroff took out a beautifully printed envelope, and Beauxbaton's golden lettering glistened.

"It's a bit of a bully. They don't know the current level of our school team?" Heimdall is not afraid to tell the truth in front of Karkaroff now. Mr. Principal is disheartened about the Quidditch career.

"Not a friendly match with the school team," Karkaroff pushed the letter. "Beauxbatons has also formed a girls' Quidditch team, and they hope to play an open friendly against our alternate school team."

Heimdall picked up the letter. The girls' Quidditch school team is not owned by the Durmstrangs. Is this going to step on the famous rhythm of the girls who replaced their school team?