HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 359 England is Dangerous

Rommel first sent a smile to his son, and in a blink of an eye, when he looked at a certain boyfriend, the smile on his face disappeared as if by magic, and he raised his chin at Victor. Victor suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, and looked in unwillingly. After moving, Heimdall followed, and Rommel sat down in Heimdall's original position, facing Barty Crouch across the way.

Rommel nodded to Crouch, Crouch stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and Rommel shook it.

"Mr. Crouch, please sit inside." The Bulgarian Minister of Magic pointed to the empty seat inside.

Crouch frowned and looked at him. The minister didn't change his face. Crouch found that the coach of the Bulgarian national team also wanted to sit in and participate. Crouch's stern expression became even more ugly.

"I am performing official duties, please cooperate." The words implied a warning.

"I just let you sit in it." The Bulgarian Minister of Magic said tepidly. "Is this the English way of hospitality?"

Barty Crouch stood up abruptly, and the circle centered on this deck was silent for a moment. Crouch forced himself to calm down, "Excuse me." He seemed to be indifferently nodded to the people around him, and put away the book and quill, turned and left the restaurant.

The coach of the national team saw that Crouch was successfully scared away, so he walked towards a table where the players were more concentrated with a smile on his face.

The Bulgarian Minister of Magic sat down opposite Rommel.

"Barty Crouch is a character. Just because he can bend, stretch and endure, Fudge is more than one level behind him."

Rommel smiled noncommittally.

Heimdall noticed that Mr. Minister was staring at him, and looked down at his body in wonder. He didn't button the wrong button, and the clothes were not put on backwards...

The minister smiled, "I often hear Neil mentioning you."

By the way, he is Neil's husband.

"How is she? I thought she would come to England to watch the football game. She used to—" At this point, she suddenly recalled, and swallowed the last half of the sentence. "She used to love watching football, and Snow even praised her for her unique vision." Nell had a unique vision, and Nell had dated a dozen Quidditch boyfriends. Heimdall almost let the truth out, mainly because he always He didn't put the minister's position in the right place, especially with the title of "Nile's Husband".

"She's fine, I think it's a bit too good." The minister's expression was inexplicably melancholy.

Heimdall was puzzled.

"Neil spent [-] Galleons on the Minister in Milan last month." Victor told Heimdall in a low voice.

Twenty-eight thousand?Heimdall was speechless.

This is not over yet, Victor said again, "I ordered a few magic tools this month, and probably used more than 9000 more."

Heimdall closed his mouth and said hesitantly, "I'm very happy to hear that she is so energetic."

Rommel couldn't help laughing, and raised the corners of his mouth.

The minister's eyes became a bit resentful, although his expression was a little unnatural, such a prodigal Neil did not make the minister feel bored or unhappy, at least Heimdall didn't notice it, which greatly relieved Heimdall, and guessed from this Mr. Minister should like Neil, otherwise no man can be tolerant without a limit.

After a few more pleasantries, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic changed the subject and talked about the riot.

"I really didn't expect this to happen."

"The key is that the British Ministry of Magic has always refused to face up to this problem." Rommel said.

The minister agreed. "The days of ease are too long."

"It seems that Barty Crouch's coming to power is not a bad thing for the British people. Mr. Crouch has been committed to curbing the black magic and fighting against the Death Eaters. Unfortunately, he has been depressed for a while. Now That goal is within easy reach again, and if this riot is handled well, it will do no harm to his smooth career in the future."

The Bulgarian Minister of Magic seemed to hear something, "You mean..."

Rommel smiled faintly, "This riot is like an announcement, a harbinger of a comeback, the parade of Death Eaters, the Dark Mark in the sky... Britain is not at peace."

Mr. Minister fell silent and didn't immediately agree, but he didn't refute Rommel's alarmist words either.

"Son, Britain is not safe, so don't come here if you can." Rommel said earnestly.

The Bulgarian Minister of Magic laughed, "Don't worry, your son can scare people with Transfiguration, you can go and find out, how many children of his age can do this, even adult wizards are not as sophisticated as him."

"Don't be so wordy, be careful that I let Nell abuse your daughter!" Rommel was very dissatisfied with the minister's contradictory tone, threatening without changing his face.

Mr. Minister couldn't laugh or cry.

Heimdall suddenly realized that Bernik's mother, Daisy, was Rommel's aunt, and Daisy's daughter, Neil, was Victor's cousin and Bernik's older sister, and Neil was married to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic. Rommel and Rommel are cousins, that is to say, the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria is Rommel's cousin-in-law... Turning around, it turns out that everyone is a family.

"Rig will go to Hogwarts with me to participate in the Triwizard Tournament next school year." Victor said suddenly without saying a word.

"Son, let's not go, he has hands and feet, he is alive and kicking without you." Rommel put Victor's life and death aside.

Victor told himself that he must bear it. He regretted it very much now. He regretted that when he was young and ignorant, he followed the even younger and ignorant Bernick to obediently and obediently called this man "brother". Rommel was not related by blood.

"But Mr. Principal has already reported the number of participants." Heimdall is more concerned about honesty. If Durmstrang backtracks, it will be extremely detrimental to the school's reputation.

"It's not the first time Durmstrang has done something like this." Rommel disagreed.

Heimdall was speechless.

"That's it. It's okay. I'll help you talk about it." Rommel looked like a good father.

[Karkaroff will go mad. ] The pod cat expresses his feelings.

***

Karkaroff is not crazy for the time being, and he is only one step away from madness. He looked at Rommel, who was said to be discussing with himself, but was actually threatening him, with great resentment. Pressure, turned to Katenen for help.

"I'll find someone to protect him." Katenen is the honorary headmaster of Durmstrang, and he always favors Karkaroff.

Rommel also knew that he, Karkarov, or Katenin could not decide on this matter. If it was two months earlier, that means the list had not been reported, and the Ministry of Magic of several countries had not yet finalized the specific schedule. However, the International Federation of Wizards has not received accurate information, and maybe he can still start to play a role at that time.

"Who are you looking for?" Rommel said.

"I have only a few people under my command. It depends on how much you are willing to pay." Katenen said calmly.

"Last time you beat me hard." Rommel got angry after thinking about it. What happened to the red hat? It wasn't that expensive to hire a vicious black wizard to kill innocent people during the war. After Sirius Black was acquitted, he went back and returned to his life. He didn't stay for a minute, and the timing was just right.

"It's the off-season now, and it's a little bit more earning. The red hat hasn't been working for a long time. If this continues, everyone will become a rabbit grazing." Katenen didn't shy away.

It was the first time that Rommel heard that there was a difference between off-season and peak-season.

"Find me someone more reliable." If it weren't for the red hat's reputation and Katenen being in charge, Rommel would never have considered this unreliable organization.

"Don't worry, every one of our members is very good." A big deal was made while speaking, and Katenin was particularly refreshed.

excellent?Excellent killer?No matter what Rommel thought.

"I don't need a good killer, what I want is a good bodyguard." Rommel emphasized uneasy. "Otherwise I won't give you money."

Katenin smiled without saying a word, very calm.

Karkaroff, who had not dared to make a sound all this time, looked left and right, and heaved a sigh of relief with a smile on his face. Professor Katenin was the best.

***

After Heimdall returned to school, he was surrounded by his classmates with great enthusiasm. Everyone learned about the riots in the UK through newspapers and magazines. Looking at the worried faces, Heimdall felt so warm in his heart.

After repeatedly emphasizing that he was fine, the students dispersed while saying welcome back.

Accompanied by three friends, Heimdall returned to the dormitory.

Carlo poured him a cup of tea, and Heimdall took it after thanking him. He took a sip and sighed. Leon and Ryan sat on the sofas on the left and right respectively, and the three of them stared at each other without blinking. Looking at him, Heimdall felt terrified.

"what happened?"

"Why do you keep sighing?" Rian asked.

"Did I sigh?" Heimdall blinked.

The three nodded, and Carlo said, "You sighed for the sixth time when you were drinking tea just now."

Heimdall was startled, then touched his nose, "I'm just a little emotional..."

"What are you feeling?" Carlo asked.

"I have only been away from school for a few days, but when I come back, I feel like I have been away for half a year. I have never felt this way before. I am sure that I like going to the UK. I always feel that the time in the UK passes quickly, but this time it is the opposite. .” Speaking of this, Heimdall shook his head in great perplexity.

"When I was having fun, I ran into a group of lunatics breathing fire everywhere with their magic wands. Normal people can't stay here. If it were me, it would definitely be like a year, let alone you lived there for two days." Carlo patted Haim. Dar's shoulder. "Dude, I think you're feeling that way because Britain doesn't feel safe enough to keep you."

"Sense of security?" Heimdall frowned. "I'm not so easily scared. Mumian Town was not peaceful a while ago."

Carlo shrugged, "I'm just analyzing, I can't guarantee it."

"Okay, you continue." Heimdall took a sip of tea and waited for the next sentence.

"If it's not the environmental factor, then the problem is the person." Caro is particularly interested in digging out the truth.

"Be more specific," Heimdall said.

Carlo glanced at him, "Such as estrangement, distance, etc., familiar people and things suddenly become less familiar, and the original circle of participation can't be integrated..."

Heimdall fell silent, and Carlo couldn't help being taken aback when he saw it. Did he really grasp the point for himself?I couldn't help but feel a little blissful, feeling that I had suddenly grown taller.

Leon and Ryan knew from Carlo's expression that the fat, blind cat had met a dead mouse.

Heimdall, who was speechless for a long time, raised his cup and took a sip.

Carlo hurriedly said, "Am I right?"

This guy!Heimdall gave him a blank look, "If I had the answer, I would ask you again? You analyzed it for me!"

Carlo laughed twice.

Seeing him like this, Heimdall's heart was shaken like a landslide by the sound analysis just now.

***

Letters continued to arrive in the school dormitory these days when he was not in the UK, some of them came from the International Wizengamot, that is, the publications that Heimdall subscribed to, and the rest all came from his cousin Draco.

Heimdall said in his correspondence with him before that he was going to England to watch the Quidditch World Cup finals. Unexpectedly, Draco still sent him letters without hesitation. Check the date, almost one letter a day, almost in time to write a diary.

It can be seen that Draco couldn't see how much resentment there was in the final. He opened the envelope and came to his face through paper and ink. The content of each letter was roughly the same, and he repeatedly complained about his dissatisfaction. Mundar laughed dumbfoundedly.

The jealousy in Draco's words was too much for him to ignore, how could he appease his cousin?

Heimdall looked at the heavy snow falling outside the window, and after a while, he thought of a way.

【VI · The long-awaited fourth grade】