HP's Foreign Land

Six years ago, in the Rhodope Valley, in the almond tree village of Pere—

Snow picked Heimdall up and took a good look at the items on the showcase. The clerk who was waiting next to him smiled and stared at Heimdall's mouth with narrowed eyes, ready to do his best immediately.

Unexpectedly, Heimdall shook his head, and the clerk's heart skipped a beat. Snow was even more depressed than the clerk.

"Look at this." Snow didn't give up, and picked up a dragon-shaped doll. Its lifelike posture was eye-catching. It could fly, and the more advanced ones could breathe fire. "It's so interesting to see, just like a real dragon." While speaking, he raised several pictures and waved them in front of Heimdall's eyes. The level of professionalism could make the shopkeeper feel ashamed and burst into tears.

The clerk was indeed crying, and the tears of excitement flowed in his heart.Then I turned my eyes, this child is too difficult to serve, our store is a century-old store that is well-known in the Balkans!

Heimdall still shook his head.

It's not cute!The clerk quietly turned his head and curled his lips.

"Mom! Look at this!! I want this!!! I want that too!!! I want them all!!! Buy them all for me!!!"

The clerk was refreshed, and his face immediately glowed. Look, he was still knowledgeable, and just about to go up to serve God, the little girl who wanted to buy this or that screamed heart-piercingly.

"Ahhh! It bit my hand!"

The child's mother turned around in a hurry, and the shop assistants' expressions changed drastically, and they rushed over in a swarm.

"I'm bleeding!! It hurts like hell!!!"

A well-known century-old store in the Balkans was running wild for a while.

Heimdall's eyes were straightened, and he didn't even react when he was carried out of the shop by Snow.

"That's a toy, too?" Heimdall's face was full of shock. The thing that looked like a hedgehog and a mouse opened its mouth and bit the little girl's finger without any warning. The whole process was clearly seen, even worse than the animal world Be thrilled.

Snow regretted it, and scolded himself why he had to do so extravagantly, it frightened the child.

"Let's go back to the hotel." Snow decisively walked back holding Heimdall.

Heimdall leaned on Snow's shoulder and looked at the passers-by passing by in a hurry, and couldn't help feeling dazed again.Wizards advocate nostalgia, no matter where they go, there is a unique humanistic atmosphere everywhere, bricks, tiles, flowers and trees, which have never changed but are thriving.

A strange world, and the strangest thing about it is that it is so weird.

When they passed a broom shop, a pair of parents and their children emerged from it, and Heimdall asked, "Snow, can I ride a broom?"

Snow was very happy with what he said. Heimdall seldom made demands, even since he was adopted, so little that it made Snow depressed. He even wanted to ask Heimdall for orders.

"Okay." Snow said with a smile. "You may not be able to hold a standard broom yet, but if you want to learn, I can buy you a children's model."

Heimdall fell silent again.

Snow sighed helplessly.

Heimdall wanted to say something, but finally he didn't speak.He saw everything that Snow Sturlusson did for himself. Heimdall was not a hard-hearted person, or took everything for granted. He knew that Snow wanted him to be closer to him. Knowing how other Muggles handle the transition, Heimdall thinks it will take him a long time to adjust to the "time is galleon" world.

Snow Sturlusson was a busy man, and every day he never saw the beginning and the end. Heimdall often went to bed and didn't see him back.Hearing Snow's own introduction, he was always fighting on the front line for the great Quidditch sport. When Heimdall understood what Quidditch was, he struggled silently for a long time. At that time, he couldn't imagine a group of people riding What kind of scene would it be like to play with a broom in the sky, until Snow took him to watch a game, and Heimdall, who was on the scene, felt unprecedentedly shocked.

After lunch, Snow patted Heimdall's head and said, "I'm going to Greece in the afternoon to discuss work, so it really doesn't matter if you're here alone?" "You'd better go with me, I'm really worried about leaving you here alone."

"And cheese," Heimdall said.

Snow looked at him bitterly.

Heimdall learned to play with his temper: "I won't go! It's meaningless at all! I don't understand what you're saying! I want to stay here and play!"

Snow looked at him for a long time: "If you really think so, I can rest assured."

Heimdall followed him to the door: "Can I go out? Don't run far, just sit in the garden below for a while."

Snow told him helplessly but patiently: "I didn't lock you up, you can go anywhere you want, provided you don't get yourself hurt."

"I won't kill myself." Heimdall blurted out.

Snow turned around in surprise.

"I don't want to hurt myself." Heimdall didn't evade, looked into his eyes, and said with a smile, "I want to live!"

Snow curled his mouth, knelt down and kissed the little one on the cheek, "I'm leaving."

Heimdall nodded: "I wish you all the best."

After Snow Sturlusson left, Heimdall stayed in the room for a while, until Cheese appeared and asked him if he wanted afternoon tea, and Heimdall realized that he had wasted his life unknowingly.Heimdall walked to the window and saw the quaint white wooden tables and chairs in the garden through the shadow of the whirling trees.

A few minutes later, Heimdall sat under a big tree, drank sweet and refreshing rose tea, and stretched comfortably. It was already a harsh midsummer season on the plains, but it was cool and pleasant in the mountains surrounded by green shadows.

Raising his eyes inadvertently, he saw something flying over from the sky, to be more precise, rushing over, and then plunged into the canopy above his head.The bright red roses kept falling down with the fluttering leaves, falling into the cup and splashing the tea on Heimdall's face.

"Cheese, there are aliens," Heimdall's voice trembled a little. "The alien crashed into a tree."

Cheese:"……"

Heimdall wiped his face with a handkerchief, put the extra rose tea back on the table, looked up to the sky, and saw a figure coming out through the leaves after the noise of brushing and rattling subsided, hanging precariously on a horizontal tree. on the branches.

As expected of an "alien", the "alien" has a very strong backbone. Although he is embarrassed and his life is in danger, he does not shout, shout or make noise, hanging vertically like a sausage. The "alien" tried to save himself several times, but failed. Under his unremitting struggle, the household flying broom that he was riding just now fell freely one step ahead of him. After landing, he could see that there was a small basket tied behind the broom. A handful of unfinished roses at the bottom were scattered all over the floor.

The "alien" comrade still didn't call for help, and concentrated on doing pull-ups.

Heimdall felt that he was very bad. He saw that he was so desperate but did not help. In fact, Heimdall just wanted to see when he would give up. As a result, he didn't follow the script, so he was stunned.

Until the not so thick branch could no longer bear the pressure, it broke with a click, and under the action of the earth's gravity, the "alien" fell in response.

"Cheese!" Heimdall yelled.

A house-elf easily saves the life of an 'alien'.

***

"Victor!"

Grandma's call drew Viktor Krum's eyes back, and he turned around in front of the window to meet his grandmother.

Mrs. Crumb took her eldest grandson's hand and said with a smile on her face: "It's really good news. The doctor just said that your body is fully recovered, and you don't have to worry about it from now on. Thank God!" Mrs. Crumb I couldn't be more excited. "But the medicine can't be stopped. You can't stop those treatments until you go to school in Durmstrang next year. My dear, did you hear what I said?" Noticing that her grandson was a little distracted, Mrs. Kroom stopped talking .

"That's great to hear." Victor raised his face and smiled at his grandmother.

"what happened to you?"

Victor didn't speak, and felt stuffy in his heart.Ever since they came to Pere Apricot Tree Village, they have not seen Bernik from time to time. Strong jealousy has been stalking Victor's heart. The most annoying thing is that Bernik is playing crazy outside all day, but he wants to stay in the hotel Accepting this or that doctor's medical plan here, I have no free time at all, and I have to be asked three times even when I go out of the room.Today, Bernick actually crossed the border and went to Greece. The news was like a thunderbolt, which made Young Master Krum even more disheartened.

"Are you feeling unwell again?" Mrs. Kroom suddenly thought wildly. "A bunch of quack doctors!" By the way, he cursed the innocent doctors one by one.

"No, it's just being bored in the room all day." Victor was more kind and stopped his grandmother from swearing.

After all, Mrs. Crumb has lived a long time, so she naturally saw the trick, and then the corner of her mouth curled up: "Do you want to go out to play?" She also knew that the child should not be locked in the house all the time, and Victor is a boy again. Well, the boy is mischievous and mischievous. It's really pitiful to be locked in the room all day, but every time she thinks of his body, she feels worried.

Mrs. Krum tried her best to adjust her mentality, and then said kindly: "I have nothing to do this afternoon, let's go out and have fun." Thinking of what the doctor said, Mrs. Krum decided to release her grandson early.

"Can I go out to play?" The extravagant wish suddenly turned into reality, and the young master Krum became timid instead.

Mrs. Crumb was even more annoyed, and said in an unprecedented gentle tone: "Go. The premise is that you can't ride a broomstick." The last time I witnessed the crime scene where my grandson stole a broomstick, the ups and downs of the flight route, The flying posture of swaying left and right is scary even thinking about it now.

Victor's bright eyes froze, and he nodded quickly.

It is not the patent of adults to obey the law and violate the law, but because the young master Krum has played two sides, the ending is very tragic, and he was hanged from a tree and almost died.

Victor, who was in a mess, staggered up with the trunk of the tree, and when he looked up, he saw a little boy sitting on a white chair looking at him. At that moment, Master Krum especially wanted to find a hole to drill. go down.

As expected of the focus on cultivating talents, Victor faced the bleak life without hesitation, quickly packed up his emotions and stepped forward, "You saved me? Thank you." There was no one else here except him and that little one, although he doubted that Douding's handling ability.

The little one didn't speak, and his beautiful blue eyes blinked.

It was only after Victor got closer that he noticed how small this little guy was. Not only was he small but he was also skinny, and he didn’t look like much flesh. The pair of eyes were particularly big against his skinny face, and they were round and blue, like Crystal coconut balls sold in a candy store.Victor rubbed his trousers with his hands, the little blonde hair looked as soft as wool, and he almost touched it just now.

Finding that the little one was still looking at him without saying a word, Victor said, "Why don't you talk?"

The little boy hesitated for a moment, then showed a troubled expression: "Do you speak English?"

Victor suddenly realized.

***

"Aliens" are actually people from Earth. Although Heimdall already knew it, he would rather meet aliens. From his Muggle experience, aliens are closer to life than wizards.

But there is one thing in common, whether it is an alien language or a foreign language, he can't understand it.

Thanks to Merlin, the "alien" can understand English and can speak it. Although the speech is not smooth, at least it can communicate.

Victor repeated his question in broken English.

Heimdall immediately said, "I don't have the ability, it's the cheese that saved you."

"Cheese?"

"Our house-elf."

Victor is relieved. "Thank you anyway." The house elf would not act rashly without the master's order.

After that, the two were speechless.

Victor secretly looked at the little one, thinking how big he was, he must be younger than himself, and boring comparisons are also activities that children are very keen on. "How old are you? I'm ten years old this year." Victor tried his best to restrain his emotions from leaking out, but his eyes couldn't deceive anyone, especially when he was facing a fake Douding.

Heimdall felt very amused, and his face didn't show anything: "Six years old."

Victor said "Oh" in a tone, but he was secretly pleased, and at the same time felt a little bit disappointed, because the little one's indifferent reaction was not within the scope of his imagination.

Another silence fell.

"Are you British?" Victor broke the silence again.

"Ah."

"I'm Bulgarian."

"Oh."

Then the third time was relatively silent.

"Aren't you welcome me? Think I'm annoying? Hope I go away quickly?" Victor said sternly.

Heimdall was very surprised. He didn't expect this kid to have such a mature side. Thinking that he would rather save himself just now than call for help without doing anything, he knows that this kid is not ordinary.

Victor still looked at Heimdall persistently, as if he would never give up until there was a result.

Heimdall thought for a while, and then said frankly: "I have always lived in Muggle London, and I have never had contact with wizards before. I don't understand many things here, so I don't know what I can tell you."

Victor asked in surprise, "Aren't you a wizard?"

"Yes, I just didn't know."

After a while, Victor nodded seemingly understanding, but he didn't know what he understood.

"It's okay, I can tell you everything I know!" Victor said bravely, his eyes sparkling.

This is another kind of mental outlook advocated by children - the individual heroism of hoeing the strong and helping the weak.