HP's Foreign Land

An angry roar suddenly erupted in the hall, and the shrill voice irritated people's scalps, and Heimdall was surprised to see a mass of pink rushing towards them menacingly.He thought it was a pudgy young lady, but when she walked in and stared at them with her chin raised, it turned out to be a woman who was no longer young.

For the first time, Heimdall thought quite decisively that this lady was not good-looking, and she really couldn't find any advantages in her appearance. Moreover, the pink color of her whole body made Director Sturluson have an alternative and surging feeling for this delicate color. .

It is rare in the world that can make Sturlusson and the room chief feel ugly at once.

"What's going on?! Dumbledore!"

The lady's round eyes are wide open, the skin on her face is loose, her face is pale, and her mouth is always drooping down. It is easy to think of some kind of amphibians that can "quack" and have many bumps on their body surface.

"The Minister knows." Dumbledore's attitude was still gentle, although the lady seemed aggressive.

"Why didn't I know?! I didn't agree! Did you get my autograph?"

The lady was so hoarse that even the evil spirit wanted to cover her ears.

"Who is this?" Heimdall asked his uncle in a low voice.

"Dolores Umbridge, the senior deputy minister of the British Ministry of Magic, is loyal to the minister." Lucius suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, "I always thought I was a bureaucrat, but Deputy Minister Umbridge Refreshing my self-righteousness again and again.”

"... Her name seems to have been heard somewhere." Heimdall frowned.

"It should be in the letter Draco wrote to you. She is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."

Heimdall suddenly realized that in the past school year, his correspondence with his cousin gradually decreased, and he only received a letter just before graduation, with only a few pens, which was not as trivial as in the past and could be written on a piece of paper.Draco, who was so deep in the letter, made Heimdall ill-adapted. If his father hadn't repeatedly assured that Draco was safe, Heimdall might try to find a way to go to England.

Regarding the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Draco didn't mention much in the letter, as if he didn't want to waste space on the professor.But her cousin's evaluation of her was impressive.

An old woman who looks like a skinned toad, but my cousin didn't say that the professor likes pink.

Deputy Umbridge's shrill yell came again.

"Without my signature, who allowed you to bring these disgusting ghosts here?!"

The translucent evil spirit army that was almost integrated with the background color suddenly swayed, and the person at the front of the queue pulled out a sword. The sharp medieval cold weapon slid across the witch's head, and the pink bow hairpin fell to the ground.Evil spirits also have dignity, and you will suffer if you throw dirty water on people's heads indiscriminately.

Umbridge's face changed drastically, and he forgot to scream in horror.

The others present were delighted that she had forgotten her own voice.

"I brought it," Hollingworth said slowly. "I need your permission to bring some people here?"

Umbridge closed his mouth, forcing himself to swallow the evil words that were about to come out, and rolled his eyes to Hollingworth.

As a power-hungry, status-hungry witch, Umbridge wouldn't offend anyone she wasn't sure she could offend.In the workplace, she is relatively sober, but as a professor, she is obviously unqualified.

This lady suffers from severe persecution paranoia. She always feels that Dumbledore is trying to harm her. She always feels that the children of Hogwarts are taught crooked by Hogwarts where Dumbledore sits, because those children are very disobedient and very Hate.Therefore, she does not teach practice in class, but only asks students to copy books over and over again.She firmly believes that Hogwarts has taught too many things and violated the wizard education law, so it will go astray.

At the same time, she is still a person with a strong desire for control. She dislikes Dumbledore because he is the headmaster. Still an old madman.The reason why Umbridge was appreciated by the Minister of Magic was because the two had a high degree of consistency in their thinking, even the angle of turning, and they both advocated conspiracy theories.

Think of Dumbledore and his group of wizards as the black sheep, a bunch of rabble, a bunch of lunatics.Just like they don't believe that the prison break is man-made, they don't believe that it is more appropriate for the UK to hand over the prison to the IW, and they don't believe that the IW has no interest in the position of the British Minister of Magic.

In short, in the eyes of the group of officials headed by the Minister of Magic, the prison can be equated with the management of the Ministry of Magic.This is not over-braining, what else could it be?

Apart from the Minister himself, Senior Undersecretary Umbridge was the leader of the gang.

There is a kind of negative emotion that always accompanies her. She hates half humans, not just as simple as hating, but completely disgusting, disgusting, and disgusting when she looks at it.This is Umbridge's attitude towards creatures such as werewolves and centaurs.

"If it weren't for Professor Dumbledore's toughness, she might have wiped out all the mermaids in the Black Lake of Hogwarts, or she might have done something to the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest." Lucius said. I find this deputy minister incredible.

Heimdall thought he was a person with a "clear love and hate", and then he thought of Lacarini. In fact, when he saw Lacarini shaking hands with him and wiping his hands with a handkerchief, he thought he was a clean freak. Later, as my understanding of the magical world deepened, I realized that the former Italian Minister of Magic probably also had a "clear love and hate".

"...this is the British Ministry of Magic, and we don't welcome evil spirits."

As Umbridge spoke, he was prepared to retreat, for fear that the evil spirit would chop off other things on her head if he was unhappy, and the next time it might be the head.

"I'm sure the dementors in Azkaban wouldn't welcome it either," Hollingworth said.

Umbridge didn't seem to understand the meaning of the words, but frowned unhappily.

Heimdall, who is well versed in his boss's humorous style, heard that Hollingworth was comparing Umbridge to a dementor.Umbridge hated half-humans, but today someone was comparing her to dark magic creatures, and she didn't catch it.

Umbridge's mind was preoccupied with another message, and he had no time to fully comprehend it.In other words, IW is ready to take over Azkaban?Is the British Ministry of Magic powerless?Thinking of this, she gave Dumbledore a sideways look with displeasure on her face, and it was all this old lunatic who was cheating on others who made things difficult for him!She didn't seem to remember at all that Azkaban was caused by a series of events caused by the escape, and the fuse was her beloved Minister.

"Exactly, since the Deputy Minister, ah, sorry," Hollingworth corrected with air. "Since the senior deputy minister is here, I won't bother your country's Minister of Magic, who is busy every day. I will ask the senior deputy minister to cooperate with the investigation on the escape from Azkaban." Hollingworth said without saying anything The ups and downs, and the facial expression is also the same, people who are not familiar with him will not know whether he is mocking people.

Although Umbridge was full of anger, she didn't dare to explode in front of Hollingworth, so she had to swallow her anger. As mentioned earlier, she was relatively cautious in her career struggles.

"So where am I going?" said Hollingworth.

"Please come with me."

Umbridge turned around, showing a bit of displeasure when her eyes swept over Lucius. She had always thought that Lucius Malfoy was supporting the Minister, but she didn't expect that he was also a supporter of the old madman.Minister Kui used to trust him so much and praised him greatly, but when he thought about Lucius's plummet in promotion now, he felt a little relieved.If it wasn't for Lucius' ignorance, he would also join the ranks of senior deputy ministers instead of running around outside the UK like running errands like he is now.

Her gaze finally turned to Heimdall. Who made Director Strulusson "weak"? In the eyes of bureaucracy, he is just a weak and useless chicken with no sense of existence.

"Who is this?"

"My assistant."

Umbridge looked at Heimdall again, his eyes took a qualitative leap.

Heimdall is very grateful to Hollingworth for raising his own value, and a small worker and an assistant are completely different concepts.

Seeing her staring at him all the time, Heimdall had no choice but to step forward, and waited until the other party put on a condescending expression and extended his right hand, then he hastily shook it lightly.

"It's an honor," Heimdall said.

"What's your name?" Umbridge was a little surprised. Looking closer, he was indeed young. When did IW start recruiting young people with no work experience?

"Heimdall Strulusson."

Umbridge's expression jumped like his eyes, and of course, it jumped higher than the previous one.

"Are you from the Struluson family?"

"His father was Rommel Strulusson, if that's what you want to know."

Lucius immediately became unhappy after dropping this sarcasm. Umbridge wanted to give him a blank look. I should be the one who was unhappy.Uncle Lucius, who had a good memory, remembered the scene when Arthur Weasley introduced Heimdall, and he was still angry when he thought about it.One of the inheritances of the Malfoy family is to love to hold grudges.

Heimdall shook hands with Undersecretary Umbridge, sorry, and Senior Undersecretary Umbridge again, this time taking his palm back a moment later.

Heimdall couldn't help but think, when he can sneak around until Rommel walks outside, and someone points to his father and says "ah, I know, you are Judge Sturluson's father", his life will be complete up.

When they came out of the Ministry of Magic, the hallway had resumed the usual traffic, and the army of evil spirits was nowhere to be seen.

Heimdall didn't ask, he knew more or less. IW it is intended to be both theory and practice.

Lucius hesitated for a moment, and invited the two from IW to visit Malfoy Manor.

Hollingworth knew that the main person Mr. Malfoy invited was Heimdall, so he invited himself along with him based on etiquette.

"I have a friend to meet, sorry."

Lucius nodded, saying it was okay.

They broke up with Hollingworth at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, and Heimdall returned to Malfoy Manor with Lucius.

His arrival surprised and delighted the mother and son in the manor.

"Are you home today?" Lucius looked at his son who walked out quickly.

After Draco and Heimdall embraced warmly, he said to his father: "I'm at home all day today." Then he couldn't wait to hold Heimdall. "Why are you here?"

"Needed by work." Heimdall said lightly.

Draco nodded, without asking, and led him to the magnificent living room.

Heimdall blinked.

Narcissa sat in the old position, stood up after seeing Heimdall, hugged him and kissed each other on the cheek.

"Hello dear."

"You are as beautiful as ever."

Narcissa couldn't help but glanced at him, Heimdall touched his nose, there was no way, it was a social sequelae.

Lucius originally wanted to use this opportunity to have a good talk with his nephew, but seeing Draco's eagerness to share a little secret, he decided not to rob his son, and exchanged glances with his wife, all from the other side. I can't laugh or cry what I see in my eyes.

Draco got his wish, pulling Heimdall out of the living room, up the marble checkerboard staircase, and leading him into an empty room with a large glass window.The setting sun came in through the window, filling the ground with golden brilliance.

"This is the practice room that my father arranged for me." Draco raised his chin and said.

Heimdall laughed out loud. Just now he thought he was deep, but in a blink of an eye his true colors were revealed.

Draco was puzzled by his smile.

Heimdall waved his hand, asking him not to take it to heart.

"For practice?" Heimdall asked.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Why did you suddenly..."

Draco approached him suddenly, and whispered mysteriously, "I joined DA."

"What DA?"

Draco's face changed slightly, and he curled his lips unwillingly: "Dumbledore's Army."

"What kind of organization is this? Interest group?" Heimdall was afraid that he would be tricked into a cult, but he was half relieved after hearing the name.

"The main members are all Hogwarts students, and we practice Defense Against the Dark Arts in private."

"...because your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor only focuses on theoretical knowledge?"

"You know?!"

"You wrote in your letter that she doesn't give practical classes." Didn't tell him, your dad is much more detailed than you said.

Now Heimdall understands why Draco didn't write many letters to him later on. He has pursued him, jumped from low-level fun to high-level fun, and his cousin has become dispensable.Director Stuluson felt sour in his heart.Fortunately, nothing went wrong, and it is a good thing to strengthen the practical training of magic.

Could this be why Draco was reluctant to leave Hogwarts?

"Does your father know?" Heimdall asked.

"I didn't dare to let him know." Draco hesitated. "Potter is one of the founders of DA. Dad doesn't want me to get too close to him. Dad said that being with Potter is always troublesome."

Lucius managed to temporarily get rid of the nightmare brought to him by the mysterious man, and of course he didn't want to repeat the same mistakes because of Harry.

"Does the entire school take DA?"

"No, most of them are Gryffindor students. This is a secret, and the old toad woman must not know." Speaking of which, Draco snorted unhappily. "Hogwarts has abolished corporal punishment a long time ago. She actually encouraged Filch to secretly use that ancient and cruel way to punish students. If it wasn't for our dean who showed her face unceremoniously and threatened Filch if he dared to move One Slytherin student, he made Filch's cat history forever, successfully frightened Filch, and made her lose her right and left arm, otherwise she would definitely get worse."

That deputy minister, sorry, was wrong again, that senior deputy minister is even more arrogant than the principal.

"She didn't make things difficult for you, did she?" Heimdall asked worriedly.

"She doesn't dare! Daddy will teach her a lesson!" Draco nodded confidently, and then smiled again. "Actually, she likes me a lot, at least I think she looks at me more pleasing to the eye."

"why?"

"Because I sued." Draco said proudly. "She likes students to sue, and whoever likes to sue, she will give that student extra points in class, and I will go to her office to sue every day."

Heimdall was dumbfounded.

Draco said dissatisfiedly, "Don't look at me like that, those are all lies, I often make up things that don't exist to fool her."

"She's not a fool. You'll be exposed sooner or later."

"It doesn't matter, it's enough to have a truth among several lies. The most important thing is the truth."

Heimdall admired him to death when he looked confident that he would swear to carry on to the end. Is this all right? !

"It's what my dad taught me."

By the way, the problem lies in the upper beam.

"Is that why you refused to leave school?" Heimdall smiled.

Draco was a little embarrassed, "I like my life now. Although there are a lot of things and people I hate, I don't want to leave."

Thinking of Lucius' tone and demeanor when he talked about Draco's situation, Heimdall didn't think his uncle was ignorant of this matter. Maybe Lucius also thought that participating in DA was good for his son.No wonder he later said to look at the situation before making a decision.

"How is the practice? What are the results?"

"They're all bad." Acting like I'm actually good.

Heimdall wiped the corner of his mouth, holding back a smile.

"Rig, can you come next Sunday?"

"I'm off on weekends, what's the matter?"

"Potter's birthday is next week and they want to celebrate, Granger sent me an invitation two days ago saying he could bring a company. I don't want to go alone, I can imagine how uncomfortable it would be .” Eighty percent of them are relatives and friends of Potter.

"You want me to go with you?"

"Would you like to go?"

"I already sent my birthday present, can I have two empty hands that day?"

"……it should be OK."

"You can write another letter and ask if anyone can be brought along. If the meeting place requires the permission of the confidential person, I won't go."

Draco didn't think it was necessary, since the letter said that companions were allowed, it shouldn't be a confidential location.But he nodded anyway.