HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 800

one,

The groom's name is Sfante Boniou, 35 this year, working in the Wizarding Sports Promotion Office under the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic of Finland, and serving as the office director of the department. At the age of 35, he is a small department leader, so he can be said to be young and promising.

Rommel took down his pipe and grinned: "The former minister vigorously promoted Quidditch during his tenure. The general environment of the wizarding movement in Northern Europe is here. The difficulties can be imagined, and the final promotion effect will not be mentioned for the time being. At least in Quidditch. The Odd League has left a far-reaching influence. In fact, for a person who is determined to join the political arena, if he wants to stand out, sailing against the current is the most immediate effect. The former minister just chose the answer he thought would give him extra points among the many options. He resigned On the eve of that day, Sun Tzu entered the Wizarding Movement Promotion Office, instead of the Quidditch Command, which was widely speculated before, what does that mean?"

"It means that it is a grandson." Heimdall said.

Rommel laughed.

While the father and son were talking, they had come to the entrance of the wedding banquet. The metal gate was full of flowers, decorated with precious flowers from all over the world. Everyone was beaming, as lively as a garden party in early spring.

"The Bonneau family has a lot of heritage, right?" Heimdall was stunned. This kind of grandeur is not something ordinary rich families can afford. The amount of money spent on the front door alone is outrageous.

"Their family is typically so rich that they don't know what to do and then switch to politics." Rommel's tone couldn't find the slightest contempt. In his opinion, it was the old Bonnieux's ability, rich wizards in Europe There are as many as a cow's hair, but there are very few who can reach the status of Bonneau.

Walking on the path with beautiful scenery, there are so many roses planted on both sides of the road that they are like free gifts, and the flowers are filled with cards with good wishes - stretching from the entrance to the main venue of the wedding banquet, it can be seen that Bo The Neo family attaches great importance to today's wedding banquet, authoritatively interpreting the theme of "not bad money".From time to time, Heimdall picked up the cards with beautiful patterns and flipped through them. Rommel was obviously not interested in this, and he had to deal with friendly or pretending friendly colleagues and friends as well as strangers greeting and chatting up.Rommel's response was indiscriminate. They all refused other people's invitations to travel and chat with them on the grounds that they only wanted to be with their sons. In Rommel's words: Sorry, I have a rest today.

"Ms. Raffronstadt really had a lingering love affair with you as the French wizard said?" Heimdall couldn't hide his curiosity in the end.

"That's what the French said?" Rommel's expression was like swallowing a fly.

"Wizard Strange News says so." Heimdall gave the answer without hesitation.

"Don't watch that kind of stuff in the future!"

Heimdall shrugged and asked again, "Isn't it?"

Rommel said angrily: "Can't I have one or two clean female friends who don't care about my reputation?"

Chairman Strulusson has mixed reputations in handling the relationship between men and women. Those who praise him are all his "girlfriends". The results are self-evident. It is said that there was a time when Rommel was often used as a In the same class, each family educates the daughters who are about to leave the society to keep themselves clean.

Women who get involved with Rommel are usually dragged down and their image plummets. Perhaps a day ago, she was a model of a lady that people talked about.

"Mr Bonneau seems to be a broad-minded man," said Heimdall.

"Bonio has known Sonia longer than I have, he knows her, so I am not surprised that they came together," Rommel said.

Sure enough, the gossip newspapers are catching rumors again.

Heimdall was about to say something, but Rommel frowned at him, "Why are you walking so slowly?"

"The scenery here is amazing." Heimdall said.

Rommel looked coldly at him inserting the card back, as if he was about to draw out the next one, so he said, "Don't think I don't know your tricks, did Krum tell you before we left that he would be there soon?"

Dad was always dissatisfied with the room chief's "half-heartedness".

Heimdall praised, "You are really perceptive."

"It's no use flattering, hurry up!" Rommel said, striding forward.

The head of the room followed in desperation.

two,

Before they walked to the open-air main venue, an uncle in expensive clothes jumped out from the flowers on the side and blocked their way.The father and son stopped in surprise. Heimdall didn't know this uncle. After a few glances, Rommel suddenly realized.

"Mr. Raffronstadt?" Rommel asked puzzled.

The well-maintained uncle is the father of the bride and the father-in-law of the groom.

Mr. Raffronstadt wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and anxiously grabbed Rommel's arm, "Come with me."

They deviated from the path and were pulled into the flowers.Naturally, Heimdall would not sit idly by and hurriedly followed.

"Where are you going?" Rommel became more and more confused.

"Come with me and you'll find out." Mr. Love Ronstadt didn't want to talk more.

"I refuse! I won't go anywhere without explaining why. I'm here today to attend your daughter's wedding!"

"If you don't come with me, the wedding will be cancelled!" Mr. Love Ronstadt shouted out of composure, and looked around regretfully after shouting, so as not to attract attention.

"What happened?" Rommel wondered.

"Sonia just told me she didn't want to get married."

Surprised, Rommel accidentally saw Heimdall put on an imaginative expression again, and cursed in his heart.

three,

Mr. Ralph Ronstadt led them into the bridal dressing room through the deserted back door. He knocked on the door of the dressing room and left spontaneously. His expression became much lighter when he left, as if he had solved the problem that made him pull his hair. A big hidden danger, Heimdall believes that this father-in-law's brain must be more brilliant than his.

The bride did not cry as expected, nor did she show any signs of rolling. She was wearing a beautiful white dress, which looked like a simple wedding dress, but not so formal; she had long golden hair in a shawl and was made into a side shape; her face The makeup on her face is a bit heavy, but it does not affect her charm, but makes her look charming and moving.

But for the wedding, her dress today is a bit out of date, lacking the freshness and pleasantness that a winter bride should have.

"Sit." She randomly pointed to the chair in the room, and the lady's cigarette in her hand drew a white line in the air.

Rommel sat in an armchair near the door and then smoked his pipe in silence, with Heimdall standing behind him as a backdrop.

"What's going on?" Rommel was the first to break the silence.

The bride's smeared plump and delicate lips pressed against the cigarette and took a deep drag.

After she exhaled the smoke, she said, "It's nothing, I don't want to end it."

"I know your enthusiasm has always come and gone quickly, but don't you think the speed is a little too fast this time?" Rommel said calmly. "At least after the wedding is over, the divorce lawsuit is easy to fight now."

Heimdall forced himself to study whether the patterns on the wallpaper were trapping dots or dot covering circles.

"You don't care about me!" the bride gritted her teeth and accused.

"If I don't care about you, I will sit here?" Rommel sneered.

"At this time, you should say it's okay, he doesn't want you and I will marry you."

Rommel looked at her as if she had taken the wrong medicine, "Today you are going to abandon that poor man. According to your logic, I should immediately go to appease the ignorant Bonneau and ask him if he would like to marry me?"

A short and slight laugh passed by, but fortunately no one cared.

Annoyed, the bride tore off the rose ornaments from her head and threw them rudely on the dressing table.

"Svante's parents talk about me behind my back. Don't think I don't know. Everyone in their family points at me. On the surface, they seem to be willing to accept the result, but they are not at all! They don't really like me!"

"You are too much. Svante is 35 years old this year. He is good-looking, energetic and young. His parents have generously tolerated his son's infatuation for ten years and accepted a woman who is almost forty as his daughter-in-law. But you don't allow their family to complain in private?"

Heimdall's astonishment and the bride's scream arose almost at the same time.forty? !Facing that moving face with no trace of age, Heimdall was in a daze.

"36! It's 36! You have to make me say it several times! I'm only one year older than Sfante!" The bride went crazy.

Rommel sneered, "Hysterical over such a small matter? It seems that you have to admit that you are already worried about Svant and can't extricate yourself."

The bride stopped snarling and didn't recover until the cigarette nearly burned her fingers.

She put out the cigarette, "Maybe you are right, my mind is because of my feelings for Sfante. But Rommel, to be honest, I can't bear you."

"Come on, you're just getting married, not going somewhere too far away to see people," Rommel said, rejecting her sentimentality. "Even if you marry far away, you can come and go in the blink of an eye... Have you read too many novels lately?"

The bride gave him a blank look.

Rommel pretended not to see it, and said, "Look at my son, he is from Iceland in northern Europe, but his husband is a Bulgarian wizard. Isn't it good to be on the other side of Europe?"

"I'm getting married, not married." Heimdall whispered.

Rommel still pretended not to know.

The bride couldn't help but laugh, "Well, after you interrupted me like this, I feel much more at ease."

"Now I don't have to propose to Bonneau, do I?" Rommel made a look of relief.

The bride rolled his eyes at him again, and then said with emotion: "Rommel, I always thought that I was a staunch non-marriage advocate, but in the end you also saw that, just like the woman I used to sneer at, I was worried about gains and losses in my wedding, Are you sure you intend to live like this?"

"It speaks volumes about how men and women are different, and I'm past the sensitive 40s."

"36!"

"Look, there is another difference. Women always like to care about trivial details."

"Are you deliberately playing against me today?"

Rommel grinned, "I just don't understand why you all like to persuade me to join in at the wedding. I'm very happy to see your happiness, but please don't deny my way of life because of it."

"Aren't you alone? Don't you feel lonely when you're alone?"

"If I had felt that way, I would have been full of children and grandchildren, and I wouldn't be sitting here today listening to your nagging."

"At least find someone to take care of you, don't regret it when you get old!"

"Thank you, I will take care of my father, try not to let him have time to be lonely, and don't give him a chance to 'regret'." Heimdall said suddenly.

The bride was a little embarrassed, and Rommel smiled openly.

"My life is taken care of by Dodoma. Do you want me to find a woman to take his job? Or put a woman at home to increase his work load?" Rommel smirked.

The bride rolled her eyes, she was naive, this man is hopeless.

"Go, go, go," said the bride, waving her arms to chase people away. "Don't get in the way here, I want to dress up to impress everyone, and make you regret every day why you didn't marry me!"

Rommel walked out of the dressing room and turned around after hearing her words, "Do you know why?"

The bride was taken aback.

Rommel went on to say: "Because of your background, I swore that I would never have any entanglements with the pretentious young lady again. If you want to blame it, I will blame you for being too good."

The bride kicked the door angrily.

The growling from the dressing room can still be heard after walking some distance.

Heimdall said: "You really like Ms. Raffronstadt, don't you?"

Rommel admitted, "I once had the idea of ​​marrying her, but unfortunately that idea came too late to support me to take action. I have passed the age of embracing ideals and passion alone. "

"We'll take care of you, it's not an impromptu statement," Heimdall said.

"I believe Mionnier is a good boy." Rommel stroked his head kindly.

"We" naturally also includes Victor, which Rommel selectively ignored.

four,

Henry Derry walked tremblingly, making people suspect that he would fall to the ground due to exhaustion in the next second. Heimdall didn't dare to get too close, and followed behind his father obediently. Someone will be serious with him on this point.

Rommel hadn't asked him to come to the wedding to proudly show off that he had a son who could dance.

"I remember you." Henry Derry perfectly interpreted the old-fashioned model, and naturally lost his mind, looking directly at the person he was suddenly interested in.

"Me?" Heimdall looked blank.

Rommel quickly explained, "This is Henry Derry, the chief referee of the International Referee Council."

"Hello." Heimdall said obediently.

"I remember you," repeated Henry Dray stubbornly.

"My pleasure," said Heimdall.

"You don't remember me?" Derry looked like an old child, and everyone else snickered.

"Mr. Derry."

"He doesn't remember me!" Derry accused the assistant aggrievedly.

"You have to know, except for the wizards who work in IW, it is not a good thing to be firmly in my heart."

Heimdall, who was always paying attention to the other party's performance, was sensitive to Henry Drey's uneasiness at that moment. It seemed that the name of IW made him nervous from the bottom of his heart, or it was a guilty conscience, just like a thief hearing the police, Criminals face judges.

The people around him only took it as a joke, combined with Heimdall's dullness before, they didn't realize the sharp undertones.

Dre muttered a few words like an old child, started to yell that he was hungry, and was led away by his assistant.

Heimdall looked innocent and didn't know what happened, and Rommel silently praised him in his heart.

There was a commotion at the entrance, accompanied by representatives of the International Quidditch League.

The head of the room, who was still pretending to be naive, was elated, and immediately walked towards the entrance, and kept looking around among the guests, in order to find the location of the master in time.

Rommel looked back angrily, took out his pipe, and was stopped by a house elf who suddenly appeared. The house elf opened his big gray eyes and said frightenedly: "Yes, I'm sorry... this, You can't, you can smoke here..."

Rommel smiled slowly, and the house elf disappeared with a sob.

Fives,

It was not until the morning of the 22nd that Heimdall got the list of participants for the annual conference jointly organized by IW and the International Police Force. He looked at the list for a long time and was speechless.

"Honestly speaking, more than half of the people's names don't match their faces, and some of them can't even imagine their faces." Then he asked expectantly, "Can you give me a list with photos? To avoid embarrassment for both parties when they identify the wrong person. "

Hollingworth said calmly: "Let Peter take you to recognize the face."

Heimdall was struggling.

Heimdall in IW can walk around by himself. The key is the police force. Let’s not mention the police force under IW. The International Police Corps needs to recognize more faces. For example, he has a vague impression of the captain of the Police Corps. I've seen it and I haven't seen it.According to Peter's words, of course the captain's face can't be posted everywhere, and the captains of the various sub-units of the police headquarters can't be published in the newspapers. Isn't that an opportunity for criminals to take advantage of!

The two ran into long-lost Adeleia Firing in the corridor.

This was the first time that Heimdall met her face to face after the summer vacation of the sixth grade. The makeup on Ferrin's face and the clothes on his body were still meticulous.Heimdall remembered the overjoyed expression on her face when she learned of her promotion. It seemed that the price of promotion was not low.

"Hello, Sturlusson." Ferrin greeted Heimdall with a smile on her face. She didn't know Peter well, so she just smiled friendly.

Heimdall was a little surprised, the arrogant Ferrin never bothered to greet him.

Due to Peter's personality, he doesn't care much about the world, and he usually has an expressionless face when he is unfamiliar with people, and this time is no exception-in fact, Comrade Peter's old habit of not recognizing his face has committed again.

"Hello, where are you going?" Heimdall also smiled.

"There's something wrong," Ferring said.

Heimdall didn't care about her ambiguity, he just wanted to get the list in his hands as soon as possible.Firing was, as always, less than empathetic.

"Are you holding the list of participants for this two-department gala?" Feilin suddenly approached.

Heimdall resisted not to step back.

"Yes, what advice do you have?" Heimdall asked.

Ferring didn't seem to hear Heimdall's bluntness: "Congratulations on winning another excellent opportunity."

No matter how Heimdall heard it, he felt that this was not right. He said nonchalantly, "Thank you for trusting me. I usually have to go to school, and I don't come here very often. It's all thanks to my colleagues that I got this opportunity."

Heimdall's response was like a slap in the face, and Ferrin's face froze for a moment.

Flynn said with an unchanged smile: "I look forward to your wonderful performance."

"Thank you." After speaking, Heimdall looked at her, hoping that she would be interesting.

Felin lowered his head unnaturally, shaking the parchment in his hand.

Heimdall didn't seem to notice anything, "Do you have anything else to do?"

Feilin didn't speak, but just lowered his head.

Heimdall pondered whether to go around her, but Peter, who couldn't see it, walked up and said, "She's been shaking that piece of paper at you for a long time, and it made me dizzy, just follow her way." Let's take a look!"

Feilin's face flushed instantly.

Heimdall couldn't help laughing, and said, "Hold the paper higher, or I won't be able to see clearly."

Felin was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do, hesitating whether to take it higher, Heimdall had already bent down on his own strength, and saw clearly the content on the paper.

It turned out to be the list of hosts for the annual meeting of the International Federation of Wizards Headquarters. There is no doubt that the annual meeting of the headquarters is definitely higher-end than the 1+1 gala that Heimdall will host.

Heimdall finally figured out why she had come up to talk amiably.

"Congratulations." Heimdall decided to show his grace.

Feilin faltered for the first time, "...the screening has not started yet, and we don't know what the result will be."

"You came here to show off before the screening started? Appointment? But what's so good about appointments? Aren't you usually pretending to be ignorant?" Peter has always been outspoken.

Film HOLD couldn't bear it, and ran away.

The two males looked at each other.

"This woman is so strange." Peter sighed that the woman had a needle in his heart.

"She's actually pretty easy to understand," Heimdall said. "I think she is the easiest person to see through since I took office in IW. Her goal of overcoming all difficulties and climbing has always been clear, and she has hardly wavered in the past few years."

six,

The two stood for nearly half an hour in front of a landscape painting that the captain of the police corps often passed by, but the legendary captain still did not appear. Seeing that Heimdall's expression changed, Peter rushed out with a smile to inquire about the situation. The answer I got was that the chief had gone to the International Wizarding Standards Committee for a meeting.

They rushed to the elevator and moved to the floor where the International Wizarding Standards Committee was located.

After getting out of the elevator, Heimdall said, "This is not an example. If you still can't see it, I will disappear. You and me describe the facial features, and I will turn around and take a seat by myself."

Peter nodded.

"Sturluson?" someone suddenly called.

Heimdall looked around, probably calling him?

Seeing him looking over, the man walked over with a smile on his face, "Are you Heimdall Strulusson?"

Heimdall looked puzzled at the group of friendly witches in front of her. She had neat short brown-yellow hair, and her black wizard robe was embroidered with lemon-yellow piping and patterns.

"Yes, I am, may I ask you?"

"I am Assuncao da Cruz." The witch introduced herself.

"Hello."

The witch further explained, "I'm from Portugal, and I'm the president of the Portuguese branch of the International Federation of Wizards."

"Hello." Heimdall took the hand she offered.

"Did I delay your work?" Ms. Dacruz quickly glanced at the list in his hand.

"No, I'm just, um, wandering around." Heimdall didn't have the nerve to tell the truth.

"Thank you for supporting the work of the Portuguese Ministry of Magic." Ms. Da Cruz whispered.

"I just did what I could, and I don't deserve your special thanks to me."

"May I ask what you are holding in your hand?" The witch's smile deepened.

Heimdall bet that she must have seen something, the woman's eyes were indeed terrifyingly sharp.

"The list of party participants of the two departments." Heimdall didn't mean to show her, and Ms. Da Cruz didn't seem to mean that either.

"By the way, I heard you have experience with support," Ms. da Cruz said.

The surprise look that was suddenly recalled was somewhat jerky in emotional expression, indicating that her acting skills need to be improved.

Heimdall guessed that the Portuguese Ministry of Magic has probably adjusted the situation of his ancestors for eight generations. His resume is naturally impeccable. Even if there is any problem, Rommel will make it not a problem.

Ms. Dacruz's staring gaze made Heimdall a little uncomfortable, "I can't talk about experience, I have participated in hosting events before."

"I think I know how to repay you." Ms. Dacruz said with a smile.