HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 224 Pass Rate 21

"Mr Bangor."

Cardiff Bangor stopped and looked back, not surprised to see an old man with white eyebrows and long beard walking slowly from behind, with a starry sky-colored cloak stretched on the ground, and boots with buckles on his feet that snapped every step of the way. Tapping on the marble floor made a "tat-tat-tat" sound.

"Good morning, Mr. Bangor," said the old man.

"Good morning, although it's already noon." Bangor made a gesture of invitation and walked up while speaking, and the old man followed.

"What's the matter, Professor Dumbledore?"

The old man with white hair and long beard was Albus Dumbledore.

"I have no choice but to, almost every country's branch presidents are asking me about the results of this exam." Dumbledore said slowly.

"I understand that almost every country's Wizarding Examination Administration has written condolence letters to us." Bangor raised his eyebrows indifferently.

Dumbledore paused for a moment: "And the result?"

Bangor said as if staying out of the way: "I don't plan to write to them right now."

Dumbledore's expression was still kind, but the light in his eyes seemed to flicker a few more times: "The Education Committee just informed me that they have come up with the results."

"That's really sorry." Bangor said innocently. "That's how slow and ineffective our Wizarding Exams Management Committee is."

Dumbledore looked up at the crystal wall lamp on the wall: "As for the time to reply..."

Bangor immediately pointed out: "I have already received a greeting letter from the British Wizarding Examinations Administration yesterday, remember to thank them for me."

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly.

Bangor stopped suddenly at this moment, and the gate of the International Wizarding Examinations Administration Committee was just ahead.

Bangor said, "I won't see you off, Professor Dumbledore."

A silver eyebrow raised slightly, but his happy expression remained unchanged: "Would you like me to come in and sit?"

"There is no place." Bangor put on a stern and selfless posture.

"Okay, then I'll go to the Education Committee to have a look first." Dumbledore turned and left seemingly happily.

Bangor took a few glances, then stepped forward and pushed open the cherry wood door of the Wizarding Examinations Administration Committee.

What greeted him were pieces of paper flying all over the world.

The door closed behind him.

This is the office of the International Wizarding Examination Management Committee located on the basement floor of the headquarters building of the International Federation of Wizards. This committee is one of the eleven departments under the Federation of Wizards. existed.The main responsibility of the International Wizarding Exam Management Committee is to supervise the work of the International Wizarding Education Committee, in other words, to pose difficult problems for wizards all over the world.

In their hands, the textbooks carefully edited by the Board of Education are used as props for difficult people. The test questions in their hands are the propellers that motivate the Board of Education to improve textbooks. The two departments are complementary and indispensable, and they like to compete with each other.

Just like now, the mountain of books piled up to the ceiling is constantly spewing pieces of paper into the room, and the snowflake-like pieces of paper are dancing on the head, but they will never fall to the ground.The predecessors of these scraps of paper are the textbooks that have been eliminated in various countries. Once the books are piled up on the mountain of books, what awaits them is torn to pieces.

It is said that there is a similar thing in the office of the Board of Education, except that instead of textbook fragments, fragments of test papers are spewed there.

"How's it going?" Bangor walked to his desk and asked the colleagues around him.

"We have tried our best to refer to the examination results of the Education Committee, but differences still exist." A witch in flaxen robes put the two examination results in front of Bangor.

Bangor picked up the selection results from the Education Committee with a blank expression, and glanced at them from top to bottom. Everyone's grades in various subjects were clearly written on it.Then he picked up the evaluation results of his own department, and he quickly found the point of disagreement.

Bangor sneered: "The people in the education committee are really interesting. Don't they always preach that there should be no discrimination in teaching and educating people? What is the result?"

The female wizard replied: "The education committee has always been dissatisfied with Durmstrang's self-talk about teaching black magic, and even wrote the teaching materials by himself, so..."

"Isn't black magic part of Charms? When did it become a separate faction? You ask the education committee to find me a black art textbook, or don't follow me!"

The witch wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. Isn't Mr. Bangor a strong man? The Education Committee has never compiled a separate teaching material for black magic since its birth. Derived from spells.

Bangor pushed out the evaluation results of the Education Committee: "Tell them, if their results are not consistent with ours, the date of announcing the list of candidates will be postponed indefinitely—" The corner of his mouth curled up here The arc of good intentions. "By the way, Dumbledore is right there right now, and let our chief magician judge. This time, it's not that the examination management committee deliberately made things difficult."

***

The European semi-finals of the Youth Quidditch competition have already qualified, namely Durmstrang Academy, Liechtenstein Magic School, Heideggerak Magic School and Suarez Magic School from Portugal.

Suarez's qualifying was beyond everyone's expectations. Hungary, which everyone was optimistic about before the game, was uncharacteristically frivolous and impatient. The level of pressure was so great that he lost the trace of the little golden ball while chasing the ball. He hovered in a daze for a while, and when he was stupid, the opponent's seeker caught the golden snitch, and it ended. the match of.

As a result, Suarez, a dark horse from behind, kicked over Hungary, which was already a surefire winner, and ascended to the semi-finals. He will compete with the other three school teams for the European finals.

The failure of Hungary caused the students of Durmstrang to lose a lot of money. In anger, everyone attacked them together, angrily denouncing Hungary's eagerness for quick success. ran away.

At this point in the game, there is no need to draw lots. The four schools will determine their opponents in the next round according to the order of the semi-finals.

Durmstrang Academy VS Liechtenstein State Magic School

Heideggerk School of Witchcraft VS Suarez School of Witchcraft and Magic

The winners of the above two games will compete for the champion of the European division and receive tickets to the world game.

"Finally we can meet a decent opponent. It would be meaningless to just win all the way." Liechtenstein's Captain Klaus said facing the board.

The team members behind laughed.

Heimdall, who was also standing in front of the signboard, curled his lips when he heard this. It was such an unfortunate coincidence. He knew that he would come back after these people left.

The other students in Durmstrang also looked unhappy. They are really annoying guys and they should be taught a good lesson. Because of this, everyone is more obsessed with their school team's victory.

Captain Klaus raised his eyes inadvertently, and found Heimdall a few steps away. He narrowed his eyes, hesitated and walked towards Heimdall, but was interrupted by a sudden call just as he was about to speak.

"Sturluson!" Jean Tanestam, the vice-chairman of the student union, rushed over.

Heimdall was very surprised, what happened, in his heart the vice chairman is synonymous with calm.

"The principal invites you to his office."

Heimdall's heart moved, and he had a vague premonition, but he suppressed it and didn't dare to show it, because he was afraid that he would make a fool of himself and still be happy.

He followed the vice chairman without saying a word and left in a hurry.

The other students in front of the kanban started discussing immediately.

"Do you know that Sturlusson?" Someone from the Liechtenstein school team asked Captain Klaus.

"I don't know, my brother Adam does."

The man asked again: "Since you don't know each other, you still ran over to talk to him? Since when did you have such a preference?"

Captain Klaus sneered: "I don't know why, I just don't like him."

The man was stunned: "This Stulusson seems to be quite popular in school."

Captain Klaus asked mockingly: "Is there a reason for not looking pleasing to the eye?"

The man didn't say anything more.

***

As soon as Heimdall entered the door, he found that not only the two principals were present, but also the professors of various subjects. At the same time as he entered the door, more than a dozen pairs of eyes focused on him, his heart suddenly hung high, and a certain idea was ready to come out.

Heimdall swallowed hard, and walked over cautiously.

"Congratulations, my child." Katenin finally turned to him, no longer tortured him with silence, and immediately announced the answer.

A letter flew out of Katenin's hand and landed on Heimdall's outstretched palm.

This move made Karkaroff very disappointed, as if he had been robbed of some great good thing.

Heimdall stared at the letter in his hand. At first glance, it looked like a very ordinary white envelope, but when he touched it, he could feel that it was different. Both the paper and the tailoring were very elegant, and it was different from ordinary envelopes. Substantial difference.

There is a line of handwriting written in peacock blue ink on the envelope: Mr. Heimdall Strulusson from the special school recognized by the International Federation of Wizards - Durmstrang College.

"Is it possible?" Heimdall raised his head excitedly and looked at the principal and the professor.

The professors all laughed.

"Of course, this is a letter to you. Hurry up and read it, and then tell us the result, we can't wait!" Katenen looked eagerly gearing up.

Heimdall opened the seal and pulled out the letter from inside——

Chairman of the International Council of Wizarding Examinations under the International Federation of Wizards: Cardiff Bangor Dear Mr. Stulusson, On behalf of all my colleagues in the department, it is my great honor to inform you that your exam paper has passed the International Council of Wizarding Exams audit.Thank you for your support and cooperation in our work.

Please reply to us as soon as possible after reading this letter, in order to avoid unnecessary delay, please ensure that your courier can withstand ordinary long-distance flight.

sincerely yours,

Mary Millerand Assistant to the President of the International Wizarding Examinations Administration Committee

The content of the letter was very short, but Heimdall read it three times. He raised his head after making sure that he hadn't lost his eyes. The eyes of the headmaster and professors never left him or his face.

"What did the higher authorities say?" Katenen still had confidence in him. Sending the letter explained the problem. If he didn't pass it, he wouldn't receive the letter.

"The letter said that I had passed the review of the Wizarding Examinations Management Committee."

Katenin raised his eyebrows: "Only the Wizarding Exam Management Committee?"

Heimdall nodded.

The professors looked at each other.

"Bring me the letter."

Heimdall followed his word.

Karkaroff and a group of professors rushed over and surrounded Katenen.

"It's true that it's only signed by the Wizarding Examination Management Committee. What's going on?" Roy Laurent said suspiciously.

"It stands to reason that the notice this time should have been issued by the two committees in the name of a joint effort, just like the last review exam, they were dispatched jointly." Karkaroff also felt very strange.

"Is it possible that they sent the letter by mistake, and they might receive an additional letter from the Wizarding Education Committee later?!" Professor Ladiri from the Protection of Magical Creatures class said whimsically.

Everyone at the scene refused to comment, and unanimously chose that silence is golden.

Professor Ladiri felt that he had been hit, so he pursed his lips and fell silent.

"Okay, it's useless for us to guess again." Katenen pushed aside the crowd, returned the letter to Heimdall, and said to him: "Hurry up and write a reply, don't ask any more questions in the letter, since they It is passed if it is said to be passed, and it does not matter whether it is one committee or two committees, I believe that no matter what the wizarding examination management committee is, it is impossible to send a forged letter, and there is no need to resort to deceit."

Heimdall nodded obediently, and he would do the same without telling him.

Before leaving, Heimdall asked cautiously, "Am I the only one in our school who received the letter?"

Karkaroff sighed very depressed, the answer is self-evident.