HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 850 On the Importance of Caring for Apprentice Skills

one,

The victim in the case, the hotel that the former Estonian minister's wife Baivi Soini stayed in was called "The Cliff". This hotel is one of the very famous high-spending places in the local area. He or she talks about the hotel all day.

In the minds of ordinary wizards, the cliff hotel is like a bottomless pit that cannot be filled. They imagine that the floor of the hotel is paved with gold Galleons, which are radiant and dazzling, and the feet will make a wonderful ding-dong crisp when they step on it. ring.After the micro-service private interview duo arrived at the legendary high-consumption place, the eager Judge Sturluson kept poking behind Judge Leeds, only to find that not only was there not a single Galleon on the ground of the Cliff Inn, but even the general Howe's golden thread hooks are all gone, and the inner gap can be imagined-it's as heart-wrenching as a comedy movie ending in tragedy.

Liz, who has insight into the ups and downs of his subordinates' mental activities, has a feeling of dumbfounding. Liz has a whim, maybe Hollingworth is actually not as reluctant to part with Strulusson as he concealed...

At that moment, Justice Leeds' mental activities were involuntarily colorful.

The duo stopped in the seemingly unremarkable but sullen and luxurious front hall—it's a pity that Judge Sturluson was born without the insight into the connotation of luxury. They walked to the front desk without having time to figure out a reason to start a conversation The sorcerer at the front desk spontaneously understood and gave the two meaningful glances.

The duo unanimously expressed understanding - as to what they understood, God knows.

The staff of the Cliff Hotel enthusiastically led the two of them aside, which could not affect the normal operation of the hotel, even though there was no third guest besides the two in the front hall at this time.

"The two of you are here to visit that room, right?" The vivid expression of excitement that the staff couldn't hide made people puzzled.

that room?visit?

Heimdall hesitated, "You mean 'that' room?"

The staff wondered, "Aren't you here to visit that room?"

"The one of the lady that was reported in the newspaper?" Heimdall confirmed vaguely.

"Otherwise which one else?"

Liz took the topic calmly: "We want to take a look, is it feasible?"

"Of course!" The staff member took out his wand, waved it exaggeratedly, and said happily: "You are so lucky, we just received the notification that the Ministry of Magic will send people to seal up that room after five o'clock this afternoon." The implication is that the two of them have caught up with the last bus to visit.

The staff then said, "The tour fee is one Galleon."

"A golden gallon?!" Judge Sturlusson suddenly changed his color.

The staff smiled like a spring breeze, "Yes, each one is a Jin Gallon."

Sure enough, it is a well-known high-consumption place in the local area, not one of them.

Liz quickly whispered in Heimdall's ear, "Go back and pay the bill."

Judge Sturluson's heart became stable in an instant. He took out his teeth wallet and squeezed open the seal, quickly took out two gold Galleons and handed them over before the fangs poked his fingertips.The staff took it with a smile on their faces, and walked the two of them lightly towards the elevator.

Could it be extra money?Judge Sturluson suddenly understood something.

Heimdall was in awe of the Italian wizard's whimsy by turning the ominous room where the murder took place into a tourist attraction for people to visit and charge high fees for the opportunity.In terms of enthusiasm for life, compared to Italian wizards, the French wizards who only know how to be obscene are simply weak.

If the Italian Ministry of Magic hadn't handed over the investigation and management of the case to the International Wizengamot, in order to expand its influence and attract more people to visit, the hotel might have completely changed the room into a special place for people to visit.

According to the manager of the guest room department, who was the energetic staff member in front of her, Ms. Soini’s condition for staying at the beginning was to be able to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Sorrento from a commanding height, so they arranged for her the Nightingale Suite on the top floor of the hotel.

"Money is not an issue with that lady."

The manager praised the former Estonian minister's wife for her unique vision. People in this industry like to receive generous guests. Ms. Soini's stay not only convinced the upper management of the hotel, but also the front-line staff were full of praise for her. She paid The tip made the room service worker wish to bring her French champagne every 10 minutes.

Later, the manager expressed deep sympathy for Ms. Soini's misfortune, and it can be seen that he is really sorry, after all, there is one less local tyrant who is willing to come to the cliff to throw money.

Heimdall later figured out that among the various drinks offered by the Cliff Hotel, the price difference was extracted from the guests through foreign-produced drinks.

Heimdall couldn't help but wonder in his heart, how much money did Ms. Soini extort from Andrew?

For ordinary consumers, if the hotel room looks comfortable, regardless of the style of the room layout or the connotation of the decoration, the first feeling of comfort alone is enough to set off the value of the room.This was the first impression Heimdall had of the Nightingale Suite, although he couldn't understand what was so good about it.

To put it bluntly, the grade and price of the Nightingale suite in the Cliff Hotel is equivalent to the presidential room in a Muggle hotel.

To Heimdall's disappointment, the room had been tidied up, and the legendary golden faucet that had been screwed out was also replaced with a brand new one, and the messy bedroom became spotless again.In other words, the two Jin Jialongs lost a lot.

The housekeeping manager was eloquently introducing the Nightingale Suite, which they were proud of, to the two visitors, and the focus was no longer on a lady who passed away.

Liz walked to the window and looked at the beautiful scenery outside in silence.

Inspector Sturluson listened carefully to the manager of the housekeeping department bragging about the exquisiteness of the rooms, and followed the manager around the Nightingale Suite, which took up almost half of the floor area, and spent all his money on it. Well, if you don't look carefully, you will lose even more? !

At the end of the tour, Heimdall pointed seemingly casually to the fireplace in the living room, which was decorated like a work of art. "Does it communicate with the outside?"

"It's okay, but you need to inform the service staff in advance, and there is an extra charge for using the fireplace in the room." The manager answered meticulously.

"That unfortunate lady must have used it a lot, otherwise it would be boring to live in such a big room by herself," Heimdall said.

"You guessed wrong," said the manager. "Ms. Soini only used the fireplace communication twice during her residence."

communication?Not a fireplace trip?

Heimdall now particularly wants to know whether the investigation report submitted by Italy includes the investigation of the use of fireplaces.

two,

It was already sunset when the micro-service private interview duo returned to the International Wizengamot. They should have arrived an hour earlier, but something went wrong on the way, and the cause of the problem was Judge Leeds—of course, Heimdall only dared to think so. It's completely understandable to take the wrong car in the wrong direction and almost go all the way east to Asia. The leader also eats whole grains.

When the two stepped out of the elevator, Justice Leeds suddenly stopped and turned to look at him.

Heimdall was stared inexplicably. Did he inadvertently offend the boss?

"Don't say it!" Liz's voice was low and fast.

Heimdall asked subconsciously, "Say what?"

Annoyance flashed across Liz's face, and then he continued to maintain a serious face and headed for the office.

Judge Sturluson suddenly understood what he missed just now...

When he came back to his senses, Justice Leeds was stopped by two uninvited guests. They were the chairman of the Estonian branch, Valli Ilves, and the chairman of the Italian branch, Lombardy Lacarini, who had been waiting all afternoon.

Estonia's quick response was expected, and it would be strange if they didn't take the initiative to come.It is intriguing that the chairman of the branch of the Italian Ministry of Magic is so active. Lombardi Lacarlini is the kind of person who rarely follows up on the follow-up progress once a decision is made. The head of the Wizengamot and the head of the police force are concerned.

Heimdall walked behind the boss, and Ilves, who was talking endlessly about the difficulties of the Estonian Ministry of Magic, paused for a moment, and gave Heimdall a friendly glance. Discord, as if standing here for Heimdall to witness was the greatest honor bestowed upon him.

Heimdall got used to this man's tone, and he rarely met the old Lacarlini face to face, and occasionally met in the International Federation of Wizards, and Heimdall would turn around wisely, and pretended not to see him when he couldn't avoid it.The Estonian is still against peace, but he doesn’t need to force himself to be friendly. Heimdall really doesn’t mind if he learns from the hard-hearted Italians around him.

"Okay, I see." Liz interrupted Ilves' mother-in-law very skillfully, "Please sit in our reception room, both of you, and we will be there soon."

Ilves closed his mouth unwillingly, and Lacarini turned and walked towards the reception room without saying a word—the majesty was outrageous, and in stark contrast, Vali Ilves paid more attention to etiquette. The two nodded before leaving.

When ordinary people encounter such a situation, the old Lacarlini will definitely become a negative teaching material.

Liz watched the two walk away thoughtfully, and brought Heimdall back to the office.

"Walley Ilves has had a high rate of appearances recently," Liz said.

Heimdall would not think that the boss was chatting with him. He sometimes felt that the Lord Justice of Leeds lacked the skill of "chatting".

"I don't read newspapers very much recently." Heimdall honestly said that he couldn't read Estonian newspapers either.

Judge Leeds took out the cheap newspapers from various stations from his pocket and spread them out one by one, but any news related to Estonia could always find a report that was inseparable from Wally Ilves.Without exception, these reports are all positive news, but there is no mention of the murder of the former minister's wife. It seems that all the wizards in Estonia have lost their memory.

Obviously, someone is deliberately manipulating the direction of the news.

Judge Leeds smiled inexplicably, "A person who is unwilling to be lonely."

three,

At nine o'clock in the evening, in the noisy wizard bar on the streets of Florence, Italy, La Carlini Jr. was the host, Victor and Lange were invited, and the three were eating snacks and wine at a relatively quiet corner of the bar.

"I don't seem to have said to you in person, congratulations." Victor said and raised his glass.

Lenato clinked glasses with him, and smiled cheerfully after he drank it down.

"Thank you." Lenato wiped his mouth and turned to Lange again. "Let's have a drink too!"

Lange smiled and picked up the cup as a gesture, and took a big sip.

Lenato drank another glass boldly.

"You drink less." Victor advised.

"Let Marina pick me up when I'm drunk!" Lenato slapped the table confidently.

The other two knew that he had seized the opportunity to show off his other half again. In fact, this was of no value in showing off in front of those who were already fathers and those who were going to be fathers.

The three laughed for a while.

Lange first calmed down, "I want to thank you."

"Look, this guy is here again." Lenato couldn't help complaining. "How many times are you going to repeat a sentence? Andrew, don't make me look down on you!"

Lange was so troubled by him that he forgot what to say, and simply picked up his glass to drink.

"That's right, we're here today just to drink, what are we doing talking about the past tense? Spoiling the fun!" Lenato was very satisfied with Lange's knowledge and wit. "I tell you..."

"Wait, we didn't come here today to listen to you talking about the details of your relationship over and over again. I'll let you talk enough on the wedding day, please forgive us." Victor stopped little Lacarini from expressing his feelings.

"If you don't talk about me, what are you doing here today?" Professor Racalini pursed his lips in a dispirited manner after being discouraged.

Victor ignored him, but said to Lange: "Since you are determined to run for the Minister of Magic, do you have a constitution in mind? How many people in the Estonian Ministry of Magic will respond to your call?"

Lenato interjected in surprise, "What are you talking about? What is the Minister of Magic?" He was bitterly aware that he was always marginalized by these two people.

"Andrew is going to run for Estonian Minister of Magic," Victor said.

Lange nodded, but hesitated again, "Maybe the decision was too hasty."

Lenato drank the wine in the glass absently, put down the glass and said, "The current minister intends to retire? I remember he was elected not long ago."

"That's the transitional government." Victor muttered.

"What transition?" Lenato didn't hear clearly.

"Nothing," Victor was not going to tell him that this was a new word he heard from Heimdall. "The current minister has long wanted to retire. He took office when he was in danger and was ordered. When the new wizarding government is formed, he will be able to retire with honor."

"How do you know?" Lenato asked.

"I thought about it," Victor said.

Lenato wanted to give him a supercilious look, but he said it so eloquently that it was all guesswork.

"Victor's observation skills are in place, and Mr. Sedar has really started to quit a long time ago. If he hadn't been a centrist and was entrusted with a heavy responsibility, he would have left Estonia to reunite with his children in Australia long ago." Lange said.

Both children of Estonia's current Minister of Magic have immigrated to Australia, where they are engaged in work related to magical animals. From the perspective of Muggles and wizards, Australia is one of the well-deserved animal paradises on earth.

Lenato was hit hard, he was obviously not stupid, why was Mao not as sharp as Krum in terms of political acumen?He quickly thought of the kind of hateful eyes his father sometimes showed.It's not that Racarini Jr. is unresponsive, he doesn't bother to care about these at all, no matter how sensitive he is, it's useless.

"What do you think?" Victor asked.

"No hurry, let's take a look first." Lange said calmly. "Some things need to be determined in advance."

Can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, know yourself and your enemy and win a hundred battles. The biggest enemy Langer will face is the right-hand man who helped him campaign back then.Professor Lange, who has been in prison for 20 years, is fully prepared to fight this tough battle. He believes that he does not need to go through a lot of trouble to launch a ministerial election. Someone is more anxious than him.

"Does Jeanne know that you intend to run for minister?" Victor asked.

"I've told her," Lange said.

Lange no longer follows the model of getting along with each other as a respectful guest as before-he keeps silent about his work when he returns home. He tries to share his thoughts and feelings with Jeanne. This is a learning process, and Lange needs to adapt, but The results seem to be good. Lange once worried that he was a boring person and the process of sharing his thoughts might not be satisfactory, but Jeanne's reaction always surprised him.

Whenever Lange and Jeanne get along better, Lange's mind occasionally flashes the appearance of Soini, and he finds that the face of his ex-wife begins to blur, and the pain she brought to him never recurs, but there is always For a few moments, Lange couldn't help introspecting, and he became more and more sure that he was not completely irresponsible for the reason why he and Soini got to where they are today.

"Andrew?" Victor called to draw Lange's attention back.

"Looking at your faltering, did Jeanne make a request to you?" Professor Lacarini said gloatingly.

"It seems very experienced. How did Professor Harlan treat you like that?" Lange's counterattack was very powerful.

Lenato grunted. After all, he didn't dare to deal with Lange like he did with Krum. Some inexplicable traits in Lange made him feel timid.

"Jeanne just asked a question," said Lange.

The two friends listened attentively.

"She asked worriedly if she should devote herself to philanthropy."

The two friends burst out laughing.

"Congratulations, you have a good wife. Although the plot of the wife mobilizing people's hearts through charity to help her husband run for office is a bit rotten, it is absolutely correct," Lenato said.

"I remember that one of Duncan's jobs was to help homeless wizarding children. Instead of messing around, it's better to ask relatives and friends for help." Victor said.

"I told her not to worry about that," Lange said. "I was planning to run for her and then I went to charity. In the eyes of people with a heart, this is not a commendable start. Estonian newspapers and magazines fabricated my truth and let it go. They must not give them the opportunity to attack Jeanna."

Most of the Estonian Ministry of Magic was not friendly to Lange, for understandable reasons.

"Your task is quite difficult," Victor said.

Lange didn't speak, and the atmosphere became a little depressed.

"Where's the campaign money?" Lenato said suddenly. "Are you going to fund it all by yourself? It's unrealistic. You need to find a reliable rich person to fund it. Don't be arrogant. It seems vulgar to talk about it now. When you really need to spend money, you will know what is good or bad." .”

Victor and Lenato looked at each other, but unfortunately they were foreigners and couldn't help.

"I know, I was the Minister of Magic, although not for a long time." Lange smiled.

Lenato raised his glass smugly.

"Thank you." Lange took the initiative to clink glasses with him.

Little La Carlini smiled.

four,

"Let me tell you, Valli has a mysterious patron."

Lange hummed lightly.

"I tried to ask, but he took me away. I think there is an ulterior secret behind that mysterious sponsor."

Lange changed his sitting position.

"Andrew, did you listen to my words?" The former justice Ansip raised his voice.

Lange said without changing his face: "You called me here to tell me this?"

"This is very important information, and it may affect your future campaigns." Ansip said firmly.

Lange was speechless, regretting why he had conveyed to Ansip his intention to compete for the next minister in a moment of brain twitch.Unexpectedly, Ansip was more active than him about the fact that the horoscope hadn't been written yet.The former justice Ansip must have been imprisoned for such a long time that he was exhausted, and whenever he thought of something, someone would quietly find him.Lange was a little surprised at the current deputy minister's defection, but now he felt that the deputy minister's hospitality was superfluous.

At first Lange treated Ansip's surprises cautiously, but became numb after too many times, and who knows whether Ansip's sudden whims are real, maybe they are just guessing.

"I spent a lot of money on Valli's campaign," Ansip said sadly.

Lange was taken aback.

Ansip's way of changing the subject caught people off guard.

"I know." Lange said nothing else.

Ansip added, "The wizards in Estonia thought it was funded anonymously by a wealthy person who did not want to be named, but in fact it was all my money."

"I know."

"I am thinking about his future, and he has not disclosed the identity of the mysterious sponsor to me so far."

"I know."

"How do you know?" Ansip stared.

"...You just said that you have never found out the identity of the other party."

Ansip said in a blink of an eye, "I also sponsored you when you were campaigning."

"I know."

"You know?" Ansip was surprised.

"I found out after I was released from prison. I'm sorry that I always thought you were indifferent to me."

What Ansip felt after hearing this was not relief, but overwhelming guilt.His eccentricity can't even deceive himself. Ansip has been "in confinement" and thought about this issue in the past few years. He asked himself why he was so outrageously eccentric.Andrew is better than Valli in everything, why does he turn a blind eye to the outstanding young apprentice, but spends a lot of thought on the dishonest senior apprentice... He even does not hesitate to take risks for the senior apprentice, and eventually loses his reputation at the end of the day.

The apprentice's ungratefulness made Ansip even more disheartened, and he regretted his decision year by year.

Ansip thought about it, and there was only one conclusion.

Andrew never knew how to be weak, and when he encountered difficulties, he found a way to overcome them by himself. The tough side of his personality has extinguished Ansip's enthusiasm as a teacher countless times. Gradually, Ansip forgot to care for Andrew and how to care for him. andrew.On the contrary, Valli makes full use of his own shortcomings to arouse the sympathy of others, so that Ansip feels pity and takes extra care of him.

So Ansip learned to be smart, and he also saw it more clearly. Andrew was not arrogant, but he was not good at showing weakness.

If Lange knew that the teacher called him over and over again to refresh the new skills of caring for the little apprentices, he didn't know how he would feel.