HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 867

one,

Holding a cup of coffee, the director of the Magical Sports Department of the Icelandic Ministry of Magic stood in front of the large French windows. In front of him, or in front of him, was the Pegasus parking lot that the Icelandic Ministry of Magic was proud of. It was built successively for three years. Completed in March this year.The total area of ​​the parking pad ranks second after the largest wizarding distribution center in the Nordic region.

The parking lot looks very beautiful, so vast and flat, it is more than enough for the public and private carriages of the entire Ministry of Magic to park on it. Both the management and the facilities are among the top in Europe. However, the expansion cost of the loan from the Ministry of Magic to Gringotts Also on.

This is a headache for Mr. Minister, Snow quickly put aside the flashing thoughts in his mind.

Snow has never tried to drive by himself. He took the Ministry of Magic's scheduled shuttle bus to and from get off work or apparated, and occasionally took the Floo network. Therefore, the spacious new parking lot did not make Mr. Director feel the so-called convenience and efficiency of the bombing propaganda at the beginning of construction. .Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Director Strulusson felt a little different today. Maybe this waste of time and money is not useless at all, at least he saw the guests who were about to receive in advance. Recently, it has been repeatedly hyped by the Icelandic wizarding media. Mr. Kenny, a local tyrant, stepped out of a carriage attracting bees and butterflies.

Snow put the cup in his hand on the window sill, and as a signal, there was a knock on the door behind him.

The person in front of the window kept his posture and remained silent.

The people outside the door were extremely persistent, and the knocking on the door continued until Snow compromised, and a young lady with a tray walked in after the door opened.She was Snow's secretary. Last month, she was transferred from the hectic Department of Magical Transportation to the relatively quiet Department of Magical Sports and Sports, and was airborne as the secretary to the director.

Miss Secretary wears a pair of glasses that can enhance a shrewd temperament, but unfortunately, this pair of glasses that may work on others is difficult to play on her.Ms. Secretary summed it up in three words: long legs, thin waist, and big breasts.In terms of the style of wizard robes that don’t have the most water buckets but only more buckets, it is difficult to achieve long legs and thin waist, and the government departments have strict requirements on the dress, and showing off will only make you get out of the ranks of civil servants faster. Arrived, her wizard robes were neither stuffy nor serious, but she wasn't expelled.

Because those who tried to hold her back couldn't beat her father, who was the current Minister of Magic.

Since the successful transfer, the secretary has been inquiring about the hobbies of the new boss every now and then. The director likes to drink coffee, so Mr. Secretary's stomach has been tortured a lot.During that period when Miss Secretary showed her skills, she had to rely on potions to fall asleep at night.If it wasn't for thanking the Minister of Magic for his courtesy, Snow would have told Miss Secretary to go back where she came from.

Now the secretary is here to prove her worth again, holding a hot strong black coffee in her hand, except for her glasses, her attire has once again challenged the nerves of all the male civil servants.It is not surprising that Miss Secretary has no female friends in the ministry.

"You came just in time." Snow turned around.

The secretary was refreshed, and her eyes were shining with eager light.

"Please sort out the information of all the Quidditch clubs in Iceland." After speaking, he strode forward.

The secretary, who didn't understand the order at all, was distracted for a while, and the director walked past her to the door.Miss Secretary bit her lower lip as she watched the tall and straight figure going away, she was really a hard-hearted man.The silhouettes of other wizards flashed outside the open door, and the secretary skillfully flung a few winks. Most of the males who got the trick had weak knees. Under the infinite contempt of the witches, the secretary looked at herself again, and the director was really puzzled ...

The secretary rolled her eyes, and she had another idea - all her cleverness was spent on hooking up men, and she casually put down the tray and left the office.

What?The task assigned by the director?Didn't people hear clearly~

What?The director has a girlfriend?People can't hear clearly~~

The cold espresso and the tray were silently taken away by the house-elf.

two,

When the human-shaped jewelry stand appeared radiantly in the front hall of the Ministry of Magic, the busy and noisy human voice was pressed the pause button. After all, it was a "big shot" who had been in the newspaper for a few days, and the real person suddenly fell from the sky. The climactic wizard servants couldn't help but look sideways.Everyone focuses on different things. Witches all focus on hands; wizards are scattered, some focus on pipes, some focus on cloaks, some focus on ties, and some focus on shoes...

Toad mirrors get the least attention, and the tortoiseshell frame is eclipsed by the pressure of jewels all over the body. No wonder the sunglasses look bad, but a few colored diamonds are inlaid. It’s not that they discriminate against tortoiseshell sunglasses. They are still children~~

Chairman Kenny boarded the elevator under the guidance of the witch at the front desk, and then walked out of the elevator majesticly under the scrutiny of the wizard of the same elevator, either overtly or secretly, or forgot which floor to go to, and punched there with a sense of presence, especially pretending With a pipe in his mouth and a majestic figure, it's hard not to pay attention to the whole corridor and the whole floor.

The wave of onlookers caused by the local tyrant Kenny spread to Director Sturluson, who was already waiting in the reception room. When the wizards of the Ministry of Magic saw the director of the Department of Magical Sports going out to greet the local tyrant Kenny, one can imagine how shocked they were. After finishing his eyes, he rushed to tell everyone that the iron-faced Quidditch controller also fell under the attack of the local tyrant's Garen.

For all the ancestors of Sturlusson, Quidditch control is just looking out.

Chairman Kenny raised his chin triumphantly—actually to cheer himself up. He strode towards Snow and stretched out his right hand that cannot be ignored. Fleeting, there is no any kind of bloody picture that the onlookers eagerly desire.

Director Sturlusson graciously introduced Chairman Kenny into the reception room, and the door was closed inhumanely under the gaze of a dozen pairs of gossiping eyes.The civil servants of the Department of Magical Movement beat their chests and stamped their feet against the door.

In a quiet environment, Kenny quickly finished scanning the interior furnishings.

Snow raised his hand, "Please sit down."

The two sat down across the coffee table facing each other.

The local tycoon Kenny refuses to get too close. With Snow's intelligence and familiarity with himself, Kenny carefully chooses that distance is beauty.

The source of the news was so accurate that the outrageous Miss Secretary quickly appeared outside the door. Hearing the knock on the door that made her temples swell, Director Sturlusson decisively issued an order: "Next, I don't want anyone to disturb us. No one." Turning to Chairman Kenny, "What would you like to drink? I only have coffee and tea here."

"Tea." The local tyrant Jin is still in the adjustment stage, so he is concise and to the point.

The tea was on the table in no time, and Kenny knew that Cheese turned around and dismissed the persistent knocker outside.

Not long after, the knock on the door disappeared, and Snow became calm.

Not only did Chairman Kenny put a few pieces of sugar in the tea, but the milk was almost overflowing. He picked up the cup and took a big swig pretending to be heroic, and almost burst into tears—it really was his own fault.

Glancing at Snow who was drinking tea slowly, Kenny put down the cup pretending to feel comfortable, and drank a third of it in one go. It shouldn't be too strange not to drink it next, right?

Just when the local tyrant Jin had bottomless doubts and self-doubts, Director Sturlusson spoke in a businesslike manner.

"Are you Russian?"

"I lived for a while in Russia."

"Oh, how did you come up with the idea of ​​buying a stake in a dying Quidditch club?"

"In order to make money."

Snow pretended to be listening attentively.

The local tyrant Jin secretly scolded his mistakes, making you get carried away, making you tempted, making you pretend, making you show off...

"The Quidditch club with good grades is not easy to start, and it's not my turn to be a stranger and a layman to inject capital."

"So you go in the opposite direction, looking for someone who is not favored by others, and use Gold Galleon to save a club that is in danger? Ice Ridge Krona is the right choice for you?"

The sunglasses concealed Kenny's uneasiness, "At first I didn't pay much attention to it. To be honest, I paid very little attention to Quidditch. It wasn't until later that I got in touch with the club, inspected the players, and reviewed the results of these years. Watched a few games live..."

"Quidditch piqued your interest?"

"No, I don't want to deceive you. It should be the huge profits brought about by a good Quidditch business that aroused my desire to win."

Snow leaned back on the back of the sofa, looking at the coffee table expressionlessly.

Before the local tycoon Kenny came, he didn't expect to hit it off with Director Sturluson. It was painful to pretend that he liked Quidditch. Over the years, the master's achievements in Quidditch did not make him change his mind. club.

"What do you think about the Iceridge Krona?"

Heimdall never doubted Snow's enthusiasm for Quidditch. His ability to ask such a question showed that he had good faith expectations before meeting Kenny. Perhaps Kenny's outspokenness just now hit the director. With a glass heart, the director's tone was a little more cold and less human.

"As I mentioned before, the ultimate goal of owning a club that is on the verge of bankruptcy is to make money from it. I am not a philanthropist. My Gringotts vault is not a fire-breathing dragon's lair in a fairy tale with a steady stream of gold coins. The initial investment is essential. It may seem unbelievable and stupid to outsiders, but I still want to take a gamble. My expectation for Iceridge Krona is to make it the number one Quidditch family in Iceland in my hands, and the giant family that Scandinavia expects , a wealthy businessman in the field of Quidditch in the world."

Snow looked at him in silence for a long time, "...you have set yourself a rather ambitious goal."

"I have to get back the Galleon I threw out as soon as possible." Only Hina knew that the local tycoon Jin would sit on the toilet and use a magic wand to change the zero on the bill every night before going to bed, and then change it when the zero reappeared. It took half an hour to stop like this - Gringotts bills usually come with anti-tamper spells.

Snow smiled slightly, which was the first smile since meeting Kenny.

"As long as it helps the rise of Icelandic Quidditch, the Department of Magical Sports and Sports will unconditionally support your decision." Snow stood up.

This was the signal to see off the guests. Kenny stood up straight without saying a word, and held Snow's hand that he offered.

Director Sturlusson said again, "If you need anything, just send me a message."

"Thank you." Kenny was appropriately moved.

Led by Snow, the two walked to the door.

Snow suddenly said, "Your shoes."

Kenny lowered his head following the other's gaze.

I rub!

Patronizing Gao Fushuai forgot about this, the local tyrant Jin is a little bit knotted.

Director Sturluson said in a light tone: "I have a nephew, do you know? He is currently studying in Durmstrang and will graduate from school this year. He is my pride."

The local tyrant Jin nodded stiffly.

"I gave him a pair of comfortable handmade leather shoes for Christmas last year. The shoemaker assured me that the custom-made shoes are unique. The pair on your feet is very... similar to my nephew's pair."

Kenny laughed dryly.

Snow opened the door and said with a pun, "I don't know what's going on. I don't think you're going to make fun of Jin Gallon, and you're not someone who shoots people for no reason. I hope you know what you're doing."

Chairman Kenny put everything aside, looked up and said, "Yes, I know, like I said, for the money."

Snow stopped being aggressive.

"Goodbye, Mr. Kenny."

"Goodbye, Director Struluson."

The local tycoon Kenny bit his pipe again, walked towards the elevator with arrogant steps, as defiant as he was waving the vault key, even the secretary who suddenly jumped out to show her proud twin peaks was directly cannon fodder.

The omnipotent secretary thought about it and couldn't find the answer: What happened to the men?

A few hours later, Snow received a letter from Durmstrang, inviting him to attend Durmstrang's graduation ceremony this year.

As an elder and an alumnus, Director Strulusson smiled knowingly at "Rig" at the signing office.

three,

Mionnier sat in the auditorium and applauded enthusiastically—holding his big papa and guessing that the crazy baby did not understand the content of the speech at all, the little papa on the stage grinned at his son, and in a blink of an eye saw the third grade team biting a handkerchief Chu Ge, whose eyes were red from holding back, couldn't help being silent.This brat... a touch of emotion slipped through his heart, from now on he will be a part of the history of the German school.

The president of the student union stepped down from the stage and bowed amidst the endless applause.

In the next part of the younger brother giving flowers to the younger brother, Robert Maroney, who overwhelmed the crowd with his thick skin, hugged Heimdall and did not let go. Although other juniors spit on his extreme individualism, Maroney still Persevere and persevere.Only Heimdall, who was being hugged by him, heard him chanting a person's name every few seconds-the following is to help XXX hug the chairman, so everyone misunderstood him. Whoever said Maroni was individualistic, he was obviously very collective.

After the short ceremony, the principal announced that it was time for free activities. Some students walked around the auditorium with borrowed cameras, taking photos of people and people, and a few people and selfie fanatics developed virtually.Heimdall was one of the students who were asked to take group photos the most. The president of the student union always came and took a few photos with students of the same grade. Heimdall explained the situation to a certain junior, and Durmstrang The professors also took pictures one by one.

The professors had different reactions to him. Those who were not partial to the subject praised him profusely; those who were partial to the subject complained that he was not diligent enough and refused to work hard.The professors still have confidence in his IQ. The reason for his poor grades is that he didn’t study hard. Anyway, there is probably only one chance left in his life to be nagged. Chairman Strulusson obediently listened to the professors’ chatter. Showing a little bit of impatience.

Professor Roy Laurent patted him on the shoulder, and for the first time did not join the ranks of crusades. Heimdall's Potions graduation test passed the style test and level test, and even wrote the marginal notes on the blackboard to help memory carefully in the written test Well, the wizard of the Examination Supervision and Management Committee who was in charge of grading the papers made a lot of fuss at Laurent. Apart from being funny, Professor Laurent no longer insisted on his Potions.It's the last day, isn't it, he doesn't want the students to recall this period of history in the future and only remember their own chatter.

"Don't give up the study of Potions. If you can't read it, read less, but don't completely bury it. You will find that Potions is everywhere and you need it everywhere." Professor Laurent said earnestly.

"I will never forget your instruction." Heimdall nodded.

"I hope you're not fooling me."

"Only this time you don't have to doubt my sincerity."

He took photos with his father, uncle, husband and son who came to attend his graduation ceremony, and then took photos with Carlo, Leon and Leon who were about to part ways. Finally, Karkarov and Katenin also came to join in the fun...

The lower grades gradually dispersed, and this year's Durmstrang graduation ceremony came to an end.

His time at Durmstrang College is also drawing to a close.

After that, he went to the back mountain.

The centaur astrologer was still so noble and glamorous, when he learned of his purpose, he lightly sent a sentence of "be careful".There was no farewell, no blessing, and no posturing or reluctance. After leaving the centaur territory, Heimdall walked around the entire back mountain. Whether the other party could understand or not, he said goodbye to all the animals he had dealt with in his memory.Then, he stood outside the valley where the celestial horses were entrenched in thought for a moment, then turned and left.

It is really unexpected that the aggressive little beauty chooses to be a neighbor of Tianma and lives in peace.

When leaving the valley, he met Kane who was oncoming.

"Are you leaving?" Kane said.

Heimdall tried unsuccessfully to read something in his face.Kane did not attend the school's graduation ceremony for seventh grade.

Heimdall pretended to forget the other party's question: "Take care."

Kane didn't bother, and continued to move forward along the rugged mountain road, as if the people left behind could no longer attract him the slightest interest.Heimdall thought to himself that he was indeed Brown's true love, but if he caught news about Di Rupo, everything else would stand aside. Look at this never-ending enthusiasm for research, Di Rupo was black all his life.

In the afternoon, Victor and Heimdall packed their luggage with Hina in the room, and Mionier took a nap on the sofa with the pods in his arms. Victor asked, "What did you and Snow just whisper about?" Yu Huai, as soon as he passed by, the two of them stopped talking, which made the master a little concerned. Before he passed by, the two of them seemed to have a very speculative conversation.

Heimdall replied without changing his expression, "We're making a bet."

"bet?"

"Bet on the score of Bulgaria's next game."

Is that so?Victor had vague doubts, but he couldn't find a reason for Heimdall to lie.

"You didn't bet on Bulgaria, did you?" Victor joked.

"No, but..."

"but?"

Heimdall quickly lifted up a starry sky blue shirt, the dense pattern of contrasting colors made the master short of breath.

"How?" Heimdall gestured in front of him.

"Not good." The master was very decisive.

Heimdall put the shirt aside regretfully, and thanked himself for successfully changing the subject.

But what?

If Bulgaria's Chaser is exceptional, it would be even better to give Yemen's substitute goalkeeper a chance to prove himself.The substitute goalkeeper of the Yemen national team is one of the three goalkeepers that local tycoon Kenny put on the agenda to prepare for the strategy.

"I'll take my son to the scene the day after tomorrow to cheer you on," Heimdall said.

The master nodded, then shook his head, "It's better not to go."

"why?"

"I don't want my family to be harassed."

"what happened?"

"The local tyrant Kenny will go."

According to newspapers related to Quidditch this morning, Chairman Kenny made a high-profile announcement that he would come to the game site to cheer for Krum.

"You probably worry too much..."

"No," Mr. 2000 million resolutely took precautions, and made no secret of his rejection. "In order to achieve his goal, he will not give up easily, and is likely to resort to extreme means. I cannot let you be implicated or hurt because of me."

Heimdall: "..."

Is local tyrant gold so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people?

four,

When the eyes of wizards are attracted by the Quidditch World Cup held every four years, they dance for it, cheer for it, shed tears for it, or cry and scold their fathers and mothers for it... In this world where the stars are twinkling and attracting the attention of tens of millions of wizards Outside the area, the sun rose as usual in other places, and the lives of wizards went on as usual.

The Nordic countries that have officially won the right to host the 2000 Quidditch European Cup, in order to thank the Quidditch fans for their support and love, and also to thank the countries, regions and individuals who have strongly supported the bid process, an invitation The match between the Danish national team and the Finnish national team, which was watched by leaders of many countries, kicked off in the outskirts of Vaasa on the Gulf of Bothnia.

As one of the representatives of the Finnish Ministry of Magic as the host, Rommel Strulusson sat in the comfortable VIP seat, chatting in low voice with the famous Nordic wizards who came to the appointment from time to time.

Rommel's assistant appeared in the stands and whispered something in the ear of his boss, Rommel showed a surprised expression.Later, he found an opportunity to back out from the stand in the private room, and walked to the other side according to the information passed by his assistant.

Snow is here?

Rommel felt incredible. It stands to reason that Quidditch control will not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As the director of the Magical Sports Department of the Icelandic Ministry of Magic, his arrival is reasonable. The problem is Snow Zengyi, who claims to be a pure Quidditch fan. Zheng rhetorically stated that he would never watch any politically charged game, and he refused to wave the flag for the political show.

Rommel admitted that Snow was a realistic person, but as soon as he got involved with Quidditch, his younger brother became an out-and-out hot-blooded man.

When Rommel knocked on the private room marked with the sign of "Song of the Lark", the first thing that caught his eyes was the mustard yellow aunt's head, which made people want to put his eyes in his eyes. Rommel calmed down a little before letting his gaze return move.Then he saw a pair of large red-rimmed sunglasses, and then a luminous satin cloak covered with tassels—he didn't bother to check whether it was studded with gemstones or pearls. When he was holding his hand, he turned to his younger brother with great restraint before some kind of emotional outburst...

This frustrating outfit is very representative.

Rommel is not autistic, and he doesn't cater to the media too much but he doesn't ignore it. He knows that Mr. Kenny, who became popular in Scandinavia overnight, never expected that the local tycoon Kenny would appear in his younger brother's house. In the private room, the two seem to get along well from the atmosphere just after entering the door, and Snow is definitely not perfunctory to him.

Chairman Kenny jumped up as if a spring had been installed under his ass when Chairman Sturluson opened the door of the private room—pretending not to notice the interested look from Snow, Kenny respected Snow He lowered his body, nodded politely to Rommel who walked in, and then walked out of the private room with a straight waist.

Rommel noticed that Snow did not keep him, not even a polite word.

The door of the private room closed behind Kenny, while blocking Rommel's scalp-numbing gaze.

Jin, the local tyrant who escaped, wiped his sweat with relief. Fortunately, he didn't take out the ostentatious toy pipe to embarrass himself. Otherwise, how would he escape the eyes of Rommel, an expert?

After a while, Jin, a resurgent local tyrant, walked to his private room. The head coach was still waiting for first-hand information on his players.