HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 667 Partner

"Why did you show up in Spain that day?"

"Helping someone."

"who?"

"He's from the French Ministry of Magic, an agent."

"What help?"

"Communicate with Muggles. Wizards are generally not good at this. I have dealt with Muggles before, so I can be useful in this."

Before Rommel could ask any more questions, another voice suddenly squeezed in, with strong lung capacity, strong clang and long echo.

"The agents of the French Ministry of Magic asked you for help? Why?" The other party's voice was a bit oppressive, and the visitor was not kind.

Rommel, who was robbed of his job, took a sip from the water glass on the table, and was not in a hurry to regain the initiative, appearing extremely gracious.

After all, Heimdall did not disappoint his father's trust. Even though the other party was superior and couldn't observe his facial expressions in the first place, Heimdall was still very dedicated and confused.

"In order to talk to Muggles, many wizards don't even know how to say hello to Muggles."

The other party did not give up, "Why did the agents of the French Ministry of Magic seek you?"

"Because I know how to talk to Muggles."

The other party was silent for a moment, perhaps feeling that they were going in circles, so they changed the way of asking, "Did you reach a deal with the French Ministry of Magic?"

"Beep beep" is like the sound of a car's horn suddenly sounding, one after another is very rapid.

"Protest! What do you mean?!" After the horn stopped, another voice joined in. Judging from the undisguised annoyance in the accent and words, it was probably a representative of the French Ministry of Magic.

The former man said slowly, "I'm asking Mr. Strulusson."

"Beep" and another horn sounded.

"Protest!" Still the representative of France. "I think the Spanish representative was misleading."

"You jumped out in such a panic, don't you think the suspicion is greater?" The Spanish representative, not to be outdone, honked the horn a few times.

The entire venue became a chaotic parking lot for a while.

Rommel played with the quill for a while, feeling that the noise was almost over, and stood up to preside over the overall situation, "Gentlemen and ladies, please don't forget the original intention of us sitting here today."

The two representatives and other representatives who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic stopped their verbal confrontation and regained the dignity that a country's representatives should have.

"If you don't mind, I will continue to exercise the right to ask questions." Rommel's volume was properly controlled, and the representatives expressed their opinions one after another.

"Thank you." Rommel lowered his eyes. "Mr. Sturluson, please tell us about your experience in Spain, please be as specific as possible."

Heimdall slightly organized the sequence and narrated without the slightest emotion, lest these old foxes hear what he was trying to hide.The unremarkable narration came to an end very quickly, and the representatives present did not come to listen to the book, so no one cared about it.

After the narration, the whole venue was quiet for a while.

Heimdall resisted the urge to look up. Based on the lighting angle of this room, even if his binocular vision was 10.0, he would not be able to see the faces of the delegates clearly in a backlit environment, but would allow others to see him clearly.The loss outweighs the gain.

It was the Spanish representative who took the lead in breaking the silence. He believed that this happened in his country. The agents of the French Ministry of Magic secretly recruited a group of saints to go to war on the Spanish soil without warning beforehand. They were blindfolded from beginning to end. The glass hearts of the Spanish wizards in the dark have been challenged like never before.In other words, they genuinely resent being marginalized.To put it bluntly, strive for a sense of presence afterwards.

Except for England, where things have been going on in recent years, the Europa continent has been quiet for more than fifty years. No matter how stormy England is, it is still family affairs. With Dumbledore in charge there, most outsiders watch closely.These mean that the loneliness is broken, and I finally got a chance to make a fuss and show the value of existence by the way, so I racked my brains to delve into it, making sure to create opportunities to dig holes even if there are no holes.

Closer to home.

The Spanish representative said, "According to what you just described, those two saints let you go so easily?"

"If Cruciatus counts as 'easy,' then yes, they mercifully let us go."

The Spanish representative was suffocated and refused to let it go, "Why did they let you go?"

"Maybe it's time for them to get off work, or maybe they're not in the mood to kill that day, and maybe want to go home early for dinner? I don't know," Heimdall said. "Why do you think I can interpret the behavior of the saints? How embarrassing are you for the wizarding departments of various countries and the saints' criminal behavior research institutions?"

There was a snicker in the venue, the representative of the French Ministry of Magic laughed the loudest, and the expression of the Spanish representative was brilliant.

"Do you have anything else to ask?" Mr. Rommel Sturluson, the host of the meeting, didn't ask other representatives at all, and smiled at the Spanish representative in a friendly manner.

The Spanish representative calmed down his emotions and twitched the corners of his mouth, "According to your account, they let the Muggle go? I can't imagine that the saints would let the Muggle go. They used to..."

The representative of the French Ministry of Magic suddenly raised his voice, "According to our investigation, the Muggle we brought back is a relative of Karel Di Rupo. He has been living in France before. It is unknown why he moved to Spain, but Such a haste must have something to do with the saint's pursuit, or even if he doesn't know the saint, he must be avoiding someone. As of now, the Muggle's mental state is not ideal. Our work It can’t be unfolded, and whether he can withstand the mind-taking can only be concluded through further observation.”

The French representative's willingness to take over the conversation is undoubtedly a disguised form of protection, which relieves Heimdall's urgent need. After all, he does not know the life conditions of the anti-fascist fighter.The only thing that is certain is that the French Ministry of Magic took him away. The safety of the old Muggle gentleman will be highly valued by the French Ministry of Magic before the Di Rupo incident comes to light.I just don't know if the old gentleman knows anything about the wizarding world, and if he doesn't, I hope he's as strong as his legs.

The ensuing dialogue mainly revolved around the representatives of France and Spain. The two sides refused to give in to each other and fought with each other.In order to maximize the interests of his own country, he incarnates as the invincible Bumpman, overcomes all obstacles, and kills all directions, but he can vigorously emit Bumpman's light.

The focus on the suspected little monsters gathered in the center of the venue faded away. The suspected little monsters sat alone for more than an hour. The little monster, whose buttocks were numb from sitting, stroked its deflated stomach.

Ao Congman's father, who was always paying attention to his son's movements, honked the horn vigorously. The sharp sound made everyone present tremble. Ao Congman's father calmly reminded everyone of the crooked building and at the same time informed the participants that the meeting was over.

Half an hour later, Rommel and his son sat in the Goldfinch restaurant and waited for the meal. The manager of the Goldfinch gave them the gin that Rommel kept here in good spirits.

Rommel has just tasted it a little bit, and people with a social status like Rommel already know how to integrate "restraint" into their bones.Heimdall declined the gin and ordered a glass of pink sparkling wine. Although this wine did not contain any alcohol, the price was astonishingly high.If Dad didn’t order directly without giving a chance to refute, Heimdall would definitely not order this by himself, and he was not willing to order this column on his birthday last time.

"Did you call me here last time?!" Rommel couldn't help touching the cigars after he was free, and then thought of something and put the box back.Heimdall on the opposite side only paid attention to the outrageous pink sparkling wine, and didn't notice his father's thoughtful gesture.

Heimdall nodded, and when he entered the door, the manager smiled brightly, not only for Mr. Sturlusson, but also for Mr. Sturlusson Jr.

"Birthday at the Goldfinch on March 3st," said Mr. Sturluson, who shot shyly at this point. "Victor agreed to my marriage proposal that day."

Dad finally touched the cigarette out.

"When did you have such a close relationship with the French Ministry of Magic?" Maybe Rommel knew something, but he preferred to hear his son tell him in person.

"Because of the previous few meetings, I really like Mr. No. 4 who pretended not to understand the hints and secretly investigated. Mr. Hollingworth said that the secret police of the French Ministry of Magic is a department directly under the Minister. No. 4 is willing to risk being fired, as a member of the International Wizengamot, to help him as much as I can, why not? Anyway, Lady Justice is on our side."

"It's no wonder that the representatives of the French Ministry of Magic were very enthusiastic as soon as they entered the door this morning. I have an average relationship with their ministers." Rommel puffed out a cigarette. "After talking for a long time, you just can't understand the European wizarding world making a fuss about Di Rupo. From what you mean, you also sneered at the actions of the French Minister of Magic."

"It's too serious to sneer at it. How dare a small person like me disrespect a minister of a country. Besides, even if I really have an opinion on that person, what do I think?!" Heimdall touched his nose with a smile , couldn't help worrying, "Is my performance at the hearing just okay? Didn't I show my feet?"

"Don't you think it's a bit late to ask this now?" Rommel felt that his son's reflex arc would be lengthened from time to time.

"I know I'm naive sometimes."

"That's not true." After the meal was brought to the table, Rommel extinguished his cigar, waited until all the bottles and jars were ready, and said, "Not sometimes, but often."

Heimdall smiled wryly, "I'm hurt."

"But I'm glad to see that you're still naive," Rommel said, picking up the spoon. "Your disposition is necessarily related to the environment you live in. As a father, I sincerely hope that your true disposition can be maintained until I can no longer see it, so that it will appear that I am not so bad as a father. .”

"I will never forget everything you gave me, including Snow's, so please don't say that," Heimdalton said. "Especially when eating."

Rommel smiled happily, and then he changed the topic to a more relaxed one. The atmosphere during the meeting was good, until all the plates were removed, Rommel sighed unsatisfactorily, picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, and then said: "Your boss should tell Your investigation will become more and more lively this time, as you have seen in today's hearing."

Heimdall nodded, "Mr. Hollingworth said that there will be many countries participating unwillingly. Their purposes are different, their actions are trivial, and they may even add confusion to the real investigation. He also hinted that I will not be the only one representing IW Intervening in this case, the final result of the case may be linked to the professional titles of the members of IW, everyone is going all out, and what I have to do is to be a smart person who can reap tangible benefits." Heimdall said here He raised his glass and took a sip. "It's a tough challenge for me, and I'm definitely the lowest in terms of qualifications."

Rommel said with relief: "It seems that you understand what kind of challenge you are about to face."

Heimdall put down his glass and said with a smile, "Chairman Sturlusson, do you have any news to offer?"

Rommel smiled leisurely, "Are you trying to get close to me? Stulusson trainee judge?"

"No, this is a normal conversation between father and son." Heimdall took the coffee pot beside him and filled Rommel with a cup of steaming coffee.

Rommel smiled and accepted Heimdall's courteous gift.

"Who do you think was the most active in today's hearing?" Rommel was not straightforward.

"Representative of the Spanish Ministry of Magic."

"Do you know who will be the support of the Spanish Ministry of Magic?" Rommel asked again.

"Based on the region and past friendships... the Italian Ministry of Magic?"

The European wizarding country cooperation organization can be roughly divided into five major regions according to the region. Each region will elect a country as the representative of the region. For example, Norway is the representative of Northern Europe; After becoming a mysterious person, internal disputes continued, foreign affairs must be settled first, England gradually faded out of the international stage, France came from behind, and became the representative of the Western European wizarding world; After that, the Spanish Ministry of Magic seized the opportunity to stand out and become the leader of the Southern European wizarding world.

Rommel smiled, and said with deep meaning: "Be careful of your Italian colleagues."

Heimdall immediately thought of Adeleia Firing, "Minister Lacarini's 'sister-in-law'?"

"It's not a minister anymore, but the prestige is still there. He tried his best to win the opportunity for that Miss Film to be stationed in the International Wizengamot, not for any romantic reasons." Rommel picked up the coffee cup. "Ms. Feilin must be very motivated to work, right?"

Heimdall said: "Indeed, although there are not many opportunities to contact, but a person who comes to do things, also has a desire to express."

Heimdall once thought about this point, if Miss Ferring tripped him up—this kind of situation should never happen, but there are no absolutes in the world, if it did happen, he would tell the little emperor Professor Lacarini black shape.The child of the empress in the palace can't deal with the fake sister-in-law?

Rommel raised the corners of his mouth knowingly, "Since she has entered the door of the International Wizengamot, she should abandon those selfish desires. IW has no nationality. But then again, she can no longer make decisions on her own. gone."

Heimdall's heart moved, "Mr. Hollingworth said something similar to me not long ago."

Rommel touched his head, "You have a good boss, work hard!"

Heimdall nodded furiously, "I'm still waiting for my boss to be promoted to the rank of nobleman, and I can follow suit." Director Strulusson has been free for the past two days to try his best to make up for this, and YY himself is full of spirits, Kuangba cool handsome scene.

Two days later, when Heimdall was summoned to the conference room by a letter from the International Wizengamot, he saw Adeleia Firing among a group of wizards. Unfortunately, she was not very prominent among the group of wizards, because she was in front of her. And there are quite a few judges.Naturally, the judges will not go out blatantly, especially the judges of IW, let alone "competing for the interests of the people".Trainee judges like Heimdall specialize in "running business".

The meeting was presided over by Judge Sgroy, who was on duty in the chief office. Justice Gironde would not attend such a scene. One was to prevent outsiders from thinking that IW was too important; the other was to avoid suspicion.

Ms. Feilin probably got some kind of attention from her "brother-in-law". Since the moment she saw Heimdall, her attention has increased. Heimdall was admitted to the trainee judge at that time, but she couldn't make her look at her more, "Brother-in-law "The appeal is extraordinary.

So when Judge Sgroy was discussing grouping, Miss Firing was the first to raise her hand and asked to be in a group with Heimdall.It's a pity that the calculation failed.Even though the former Minister Lacarini was in southern Europe, the weather in IW was beyond his control. Under the seemingly unintentional interference of Hollingworth, the pair failed to form.

Miss Ferring was not discouraged, and quickly adopted the second plan. In the later team selection with the international police force, she swiftly picked out the excellent detective who was originally favored by Hollingworth and was going to send Heimdall. After all, Hollingworth is not the only one who has the final say on IW, and Ms. Ferring is also supported by other judges.

Although Heimdall has been training in the police force for a long time, he was trained by IW's own people, that is, the police force under IW, not the official international police force.Heimdall didn't know anything about the official international police force, nor did he know what kind of talents were in it.So he didn't rush to fight like others, and when it was his turn, there was only the last piece of information left.

Heimdall took it over and took a look. Like himself, he was also a trainee, but the column where he belonged was the International Police Force under IW.Heimdall was wondering, Hollingworth approached and whispered to him, this is one of IW's own people, in order to avoid suspicion, it is not easy for IW to send an official excellent detective, because the status of the big brother of the international police force is there, so IW subordinates The police force could only give a token sign of active participation and sent a trainee detective.At the end, Hollingworth patted him on the shoulder, telling him to take care of himself.

Heimdall thought to himself that we are also trainees, and another trainee will have a common language.Originally, the scope of his investigations was completely different from those who thought they had everything under control or were here to disrupt their psychology. If he was really a great detective, his investigations would be difficult to carry out. This "insider" trainee The detective is really timely.

Heimdall returned a knowing look to his boss, and the two parted ways at the door of the conference room.

When Miss Ferring left, she gave him a look of pity. She probably thought that she was condescending to give him a chance, but she didn't expect that the little bitch Heimdall couldn't hug her thigh tightly after all.Miss Feilin, who felt good about herself, left with regret on her face.Her gesture of goodwill probably came from the instruction of her "brother-in-law", but it was force majeure.Heimdall knew that she was actually full of enthusiasm, wishing that he would fail to achieve anything if he was possessed by his fading spirit.

Heimdall looked at the pair of red high-heeled shoes that creaked on the smooth marble floor, imagining for a while the tragic scenes after the heel was broken in the middle, and waited for Li Xiaoge Heigui to express his emotions. , turned around to find his trainee agent partner.

When Heimdall was told that his new partner was coming, he was going out to meet him. The commotion in the corridor was drawing to a close, so he was quick to spot out-of-time footsteps.Heimdall quickly looked to the other end of the corridor, and saw a thin and small young man rushing here, wearing a trainee detective robe, his identity was clear at a glance.

Heimdall hurriedly greeted him with a smile, and the boy ran past him in a gust of wind.Heimdall was stunned for a moment, then turned around, saw the boy push open the door of the conference room, then widened his eyes in horror, hugged his head and howled in a low voice, then turned around and ran back, brushing shoulders with Heimdall for the second time Pass.

This time, Heimdall seized the moment when he ran past and raised his voice quickly, "Mr. Peter Zeman? I am Heimdall Strulusson."

The boy rushed out non-stop until he disappeared at the end of the corridor.

One minute later, he ran back again, almost sprained his foot on the way, but was saved by his strong sense of balance.This time he stopped in front of Heimdall, stretched out his hand out of breath, "Hi, hello, I'm Peter Zeman, your new partner." His height was only below Heimdall's nose.

Heimdall stretched out his hand, "Nice to meet you."

"Sorry, I'm late." Peter said with a sad face.

Heimdall was puzzled, "You're not late."

"...I didn't attend the meeting."

"You also attend IW's internal meeting?"

Peter looked confused, "Aren't you going to participate?"

Heimdall shook his head, "I didn't see the agents of the International Police Force present."

Peter scratched his head and thought for a moment, then happily put it behind his head, and said excitedly, "This is the first time I've been on a mission."

Heimdall smiled, "Please take care of me."

Peter wanted to be humble, but failed. He puffed out his shriveled chest, "Look at me, investigation is my strong point, and that's what I do."

Heimdall smiled and nodded, "It makes people feel safe."

The two came to the first floor, and when they were about to walk out the door, Peter suddenly turned around, "Where are we going next?"

Heimdall thought he already had a plan, so he said, "Can I meet my friend first?"

"who?"

"An agent of the French Ministry of Magic, maybe he has new developments there, go find out the situation...be careful!" Heimdall opened his eyes wide.

Peter turned his face and slammed into the glass wall with a "bang", wailing and bending over to cover his nose.

Although they didn't stop, the wizards who came in and out still glanced over at the same time, and their facial expressions changed unpredictably.

"Are you okay?" Heimdall felt his nose a little sore after hearing the sound just now.

"It's all right! There's nothing wrong with it!" Peter straightened his back, with a sacramento under his right nostril.

Heimdall made a gesture of wiping his nose, Peter belatedly wiped away the blood from his nose.

The two walked out of the gate together and came to the road.

Peter turned to look at Heimdall.

"What's the matter?" Heimdall looked at him very uncomfortable.

"Oh, never mind, I'm trying to remember what you look like."

Director Sturlusson didn't know what to say, "...Thank you, I took the trouble."

"It's quite troublesome. I can't remember the appearance of people I don't meet very often."

Can you still be a policeman? !Heimdall was shocked.

"My name is Heimdall Strulusson, you can just call me Heimdall." He hurriedly urged the other party to deepen his impression, this was too tricky, and it was the first time he met.

"I remember the name, but the face doesn't match the name." Peter said confidently, without feeling embarrassed at all.

Chief Sturluson became worried, "Don't confuse me with the enemy."

"No." Peter suddenly moved his face closer, "I'll remember your smell and it will be fine." After speaking, he really focused on sniffing around him.

"Are you a dog?"

"What did you say?"

Heimdall raised the corner of his mouth, "Nothing."

After a while, Peter said triumphantly: "It's okay, I remember your smell. You have a lot of pets, and you have a lot of strange smells on you."

Strange smell? !Heimdall sniffed it hard. He just took a shower this morning, and the master said he smelled good when he went out.

Director Strulusson, who didn't smell anything wrong, was very worried now.