HP's Foreign Land

one,

"Why did we come here?" Ron tugged at his neckline uncomfortably.

Before going out, Molly asked her son to change into new clothes. God knows, it's still very early before Christmas and New Years.

Ron continued to complain, "It's not like we haven't met Rieger. He used to live in the shabby house for several months. We are close buddies. Do we need to be so grand?"

Draco couldn't bear it anymore, and said meanly: "If you don't want to wait, you can go back. I think Rieg doesn't mind having less people who don't welcome him to put on airs in front of him."

"You're too much," Ron frowned. "When did I say Rigg is not welcome? Don't take it out of context!"

Draco smirked and applauded, "The past few years are not in vain, and the level of speaking is much better."

Ron made a gesture and rushed over to fight, Draco quickly put on a fighting posture, but was stopped by Hermione.

Miss Granger rolled her eyes, "You impulsive boys who haven't grown up, can't you see the occasion? Want the guests to see the joke?"

The two people who were at war with each other gave up.

Ron walked over to Harry with a grimace, and gave him 32 likes for Harry's wit of "keeping Draco Malfoy at a distance" earlier.

Hermione took the opportunity to whisper, "It's very impulsive, it's not like you."

Draco disagreed, "I can't stand the skunk slandering Rigg."

"You call that slander? Fortunately, you resolutely resisted your father to get you a job at the Wizengamot in England, which reduced the incidence of unjust, false and wrongly decided cases in the British wizarding community." Hermione murmured.

Draco cast a cold glance, "Weasley is your boyfriend, I'm not surprised that you turned to him, I think I can try to forgive you."

Hermione: "..."

It was really impossible to communicate, Hermione raised her hands in surrender and said no more.

The Malfoy family's concept of short-term protection is deep-rooted and justifiable.

Draco suddenly raised his head to look at the sky, and his abrupt actions made his friends of the same age follow suit, but there was nothing in the sky except white clouds and occasional birds flying by.

Draco lowered his head as usual, Harry and Hermione gave up the unknown move at the same time, thinking that the move was just a whim of Master Malfoy, and it didn't contain any meaning, but Ron looked and looked again and again, until he stared His eyes widened, and a look of astonishment flashed across his face.

"Ron?" Hermione called.

Ron didn't answer right away, Draco cast a half-smiling but friendly look for the first time, and raised the corner of his mouth, "You impress me, Weasley."

Malfoy seldom pronounced correctly, and Ron wasn't complacent, because Malfoy's clean-eyed tone made him uncomfortable.He didn't need Malfoy's approval.

Hermione and Harry looked at each other.

The sound of a car engine suddenly sounded not far from the few people. Unprepared Harry and Hermione looked at the camouflage car and suddenly realized.Ron couldn't wait to run over, and Draco, not to be outdone, stepped forward to catch up.

The family of three got out of the parked car, Heimdall hugged Draco, then slapped the palms with Ron, who never stood coldly, and was hugged by Ron, and then hugged the smiling Hermione and Harry shook hands.

Victor got out of the car on the other side, holding Mionier in his arms.

"This is..." Hermione stared at Mionir intently.

"Hi, Miss Granger." Victor smiled at Hermione. "This is Mioneer," and he put his son on the ground.

Hermione bent down and said with a smile, "Hello, Mionnier, I'm Hermione Granger."

"Nice to meet you." Mionnier raised his fat paw, and grasped Hermione's little half of the palm in a vague manner.

Hermione's expression was not to mention gentle.

"This is my friend Harry, Harry Potter." She volunteered as an introducer.

Harry stretched out his right hand, Mionir held it, and nodded, "I've heard your name, it's an honor."

Harry's smile was always a bit shy, and Yan Kong's little papa had silently nodded a lot of praises in the past.

"I'm Ron, Ron Weasley, you can call me Ron." Ron's voice was always full of energy, and the freckles on his face darkened slightly with excitement.

"Rig said," Mionnell nodded again. "Rig's buddy."

Ron was elated, and kept saying, "This kid is so cute! Like me! So much like me! I was very cute when I was a kid!" He looked proud and proud.

Harry and Hermione had no time to stop his nonsense, and Draco, who would not miss the opportunity, took the lead in sneering loudly, "Do you dare to repeat it in front of Victor?"

"Why not? I was really cute when I was a kid!" Ron squinted and said disdainfully. "Master Malfoy must have never felt the commoner emotion of 'likeable'."

Draco, who was choked back, glared.

The husband and wife who have long been accustomed to Ron's "non-brain thinking" did not feel offended. Ron's sharpness opened Heimdall's eyes. Mr. Weasley is no longer the clumsy and tongue-twisting old Boy, Draco will choke one day too.

"Guys, it's a rare time for us to come to England, don't be like this." Heimdall gave Harry a wink.

Harry cleverly chimed in, "What are you waiting for, do you want lost Muggles to come across and laugh at wizards for their discord?"

Ron accepted the mediation of the two, left Master Malfoy who was still sulking, and walked around the Citroen happily, fumbling here and there, so rare.

"I want to get a car too." Ron said in frustration that he could not afford to buy a Muggle modified car at the moment.

The rewilding of Ford Anglia was a pity for the Weasley family. Arthur Weasley went to Luna's father every now and then - the two of them started to reform it together - to remember it.

This time Draco didn't make excuses.

Several people walked out of the carriage stop together. Of course, wizards would not provide services for Muggle vehicles. This hidden stop was the address provided by Sirius. Originally, only horse-drawn carriages were allowed to stop. ——Xia reluctantly agreed to the big iron lump to stop at their place, and also stated that he would not guarantee safety, and repeatedly emphasized that they should not reveal anything to their colleagues, as if it would be a great shame to let a wizard transform the car into it.

"Don't open your mouth if you have the ability, let me have a good experience of the 'great' wizard principle." Draco complained silently.

"You can buy them one by one, assemble them into a set, and then find professionals to assemble them together for magical transformation." Heimdall gave Ron Peter the contact address of his friend. "He has everything there, you can buy the whole car, you can also start from the parts, and it also supports installment payment. You can set the plan according to your salary level. These things are still on the shelf, and they will not expire. "

Ron seemed very interested, and kept his contact address, saying that he had the opportunity to contact him.

"Why have you never told me about it?" My cousin was jealous.

"I really never thought that Master Malfoy needs to start with collecting screws, do you?" Heimdall was not in a hurry to justify his "preferring one over another".

Draco was stopped by the question, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear clearly, "You said that with my current salary, can I start buying big parts?" Master Malfoy resolutely resisted the same starting line as Weasley.

"Really planning to buy a car?" Heimdall hesitated. "Although it has been transformed by acquired magic, it is a small branch of alchemy to put it mildly, but in the final analysis it is based on the technological products of Muggles, and no amount of modification can erase the essence."

"It's cheaper than raising a pegasus." Draco didn't show any resistance.

"I don't think I will forget the frighteningly large stables in Malfoy Manor. Your family has celestial horses, as well as ordinary horses." The young master's chasing heroism, Heimdall, is still fresh in his memory.

"Oh, the manor, Salazar..." Draco's face was filled with unbearable memories of the past.

Master Malfoy hadn't said Slytherin's name for a long time, and the situation at the manor might be worse than expected.Heimdall decided not to touch this hidden landmine for the time being, and the days to come are still long.

On the other side, the three little friends circled around the master and Naiwa curiously—mainly Naiwa, the couple are so young but already have a three-year-old child, and the three little friends don’t even have the idea of ​​getting married Woolen cloth.

A black shadow passed under Hermione's feet, startling the little girl, and after a closer look, she found that it was Heimdall's pet cat, Pod.In the eyes of cat lovers, the smooth-colored pod is equivalent to a stunning little beauty. Hermione wanted to get close to the pod at the beginning, but it was a pity that the pod never gave her a chance to get close.

"Can I hug you?" Hermione looked at the black cat parked at her feet.

Pod wags its tail obediently.

Hermione stretched out her hand cautiously, allowing the other party's fingers to stroke her extremely cherished hair, without any reaction of struggle or discomfort.Hermione became more courageous, and as soon as she hugged the pod vigorously with both hands, her eyes burst into tears.

The pod kicked her legs out the moment her palm was lifted, and under the action of the outrageous jumping force, the sole of her foot lightly landed on the face of Ron who was close at hand—with a sharp "哗", thereby borrowing Li jumped up and just landed on the master's shoulder.Doudou was extremely satisfied with Victor's height, arrogantly looking down at the little girl who was staring at him eagerly, she would be the top of the mountain and look over everyone's heads.

Hermione, who suddenly realized that she was being used, let go of her hands dumbfounded.

"Bad cat." Hermione silently mouthed Pod, and for some reason, she thought he understood.

Of course Doudou understood, and meowed arrogantly.

two,

Sirius went back and forth several times after the gate of Grimmauld Place, muttering and chattering, unable to sit on the chair for a minute, jumping up and down uneasy, just like looking at the watch for seconds at the door of the favorite girl's house adolescent boy.Snape, who was also waiting in the foyer, did not display the eloquence that made people want to die again. Considering that he was also a member of the waiting line, Professor Snape turned away and refused to look at Black's foolishness.

Uncle Lucius stood in the middle, with a snake-headed cane in front of him, and his two hands overlapped on the top of the cane, in a posture of dominating himself.Uncle didn't want to touch the chairs that seemed to be clean. They had been cleaned by the house elves, but they still couldn't get rid of the cobwebs and dust that once covered them.

They are finally here.

After the warm meeting, Heimdall patted his son's head and introduced, "This is Grandpa Sirius, do you remember?"

"Mionir remembers." Milkman nodded affirmatively.

Sirius was overjoyed and kept rubbing his hands, as if he didn't know where his arms were put.

"Don't you want to hug him?" Heimdall said understandingly.

"Can you?" Sirius asked in surprise.

"Of course, he is your grandson."

With Heimdall's approval, Sirius clumsily hugged Mionir, the delicate and soft body made him feel at a loss for a moment, for fear of pinching and spraining.

"Can I kiss him?" Sirius asked excitedly.

"You don't need to ask me," Heimdall said.

Sirius carefully kissed the milkman on the face, and the milkman smacked on the face of Grandpa Padfoot without any recognition; Sirius kissed again, and the milkman followed suit; Sirius continued to kiss with a smile on his face Dear, the milkman smiled silly and continued to babble and babble...

It's endless, Snape and Lucius, who were waiting to hold the baby and kiss, turned black.

"Harry," Sirius said, looking silly again. "Is there a girl you like, hurry up and give birth to one, James will be very happy. Look at how cute our Mionier is." Grandpa Padfoot was very happy with his face being slobbered by the milk baby.

Harry snorted, and kept his mouth shut under the playful gaze of his friend.

Grandpa Padfoot didn't need him to talk, but he just expressed his feelings, and his attention quickly returned to Naiwa.

The Weasley twins, who did the experiment secretly without hearing anything outside the window, finally walked out of the room. After a series of farce-like investigations and counter-investigations, they found that Sirius Black no longer ambushed them, and they had "fallen out of favor".

three,

There were a few more people around the milk baby, and Molly responded the most, competing with Grandpa Padfoot for the child's attention, and the two were extremely busy.Unexpectedly, the winner in the end was Remus Sly Lupine, who seemed to be willing to make the scenery board without fighting or grabbing. In other words, the chess pieces frightened by the pods are scurrying around at the hands and feet-the picture is not to mention how playful and warm it is.

Sirius was jealous, abandoned Molly, and rushed over.

Snape and Lucius watched coldly from the beginning to the end. The two had the same idea, and the snipe and the clam competed for the fisherman's benefit.

On this side, Ron discussed with Victor about all kinds of Quidditch knowledge. Harry was also very interested, and the three talked very speculatively; Tired of being bored, he took out a book with a very blunt and difficult name and read it with relish; Heimdall was entangled by the twins, and Draco was by his side to prevent the twins from doing anything wrong—so that no one knew Lovers eat their experiments.

Ron was often unlucky enough to fall for it - he was actually pretty cautious, and Draco was happy about that.

Merlin blesses Ronald Billius Weasley.

Although thousands of miles away, Heimdall's Muggle supplies grocery store and the Weasley twins' joke store are out-and-out partners. The mutual cooperation and mutual benefit model has been carried out for quite a long time. Established a closer network of relationships.The grocery store products represented by the joke shop have a certain market share in the UK, at least the wizards living in England have heard of it; the Weasley Brothers brand sold in the central and northern regions of Europe through the Muggle grocery store has also opened up popularity, A gratifying number of orders can be received every quarter.

The flourishing of the joke shop made Molly, who always wanted the brothers to give up their childish tricks, to find a stable job at the Ministry of Magic under Arthur's recommendation, had to face the reality.Molly finally let go on the day Ron graduated and left school, and agreed with Ron to help in the joke shop.

The Weasley twins often joked that Heimdall was their God of Wealth-the word was learned from Heimdall, so they were not Heimdall's money printing machines.

"Ron works in a joke shop now?" Heimdall asked.

"Not bad, quick hands and feet." The twins said in unison.

The teapot on the side cabinet flew up and refilled Heimdall's cup with tea. The tea was clear and bright, with a warm color. Only tea with a high price can brew such an indescribable tea soup.This is not the kind of tea that Heimdall often drinks. Under the influence of the master, he can now distinguish the difference between the taste of good tea and inferior tea, but he and the master are not extravagant people.

The Black family had a lot of money, and Heimdall poured tea into his mouth unceremoniously while sighing with emotion—the opportunity was once in a lifetime, how could he be worthy of his small mouth if he didn't drink more.

In fact, today’s hospitality tea comes from Stulusson’s family. To be precise, it comes from Rommel’s private treasury. Dodoma can’t tolerate the little bit of suffering for the young master. The little papa who doesn’t know it is self-produced and sold... …

Draco stared at his cousin's cup, for fear that the other party would be plotted against by the Weasley twins.

"Hey! Don't think about my family!" Heimdall unexpectedly reached out and grabbed George's hand that was about to move.

"A rare opportunity." George and Fred faced each other bitterly. "But lost." The twins' trick failed on Heimdall, and the two decided to settle for the next best thing, but the result also disappointed them.

Draco realized that he had almost been tricked.

"How dare you?!" Master Malfoy was furious.

"Why not? Are you scared, dear dragon?" George and Fred gave him a cute wink.

Draco didn't want to lose value and quarrel with these two pranksters, so he stopped angrily.

Heimdall guessed that his cousin might have suffered and was impressed.

"Harry still intends to be an Auror?" Heimdall tried to change the subject.

"Very driven," said the twins.

Fred asked: "How is your Quidditch team? We have been paying attention, but unfortunately there are not many sources of information."

The twins are one of the only wizards in the UK who know the real identity of the local tycoon Kenny. Ice Ridge Crown is a big customer of the joke shop. Help, not only that, but the other practice props they invented are also quite effective. The names of those things sound crooked and the appearance is not very convincing, but the effect is obvious.

Heimdall didn't hide the twins, but also because the twins have tight mouths, don't look at them, they are often out of tune, and their tight-lipped skills have reached the highest level, and the secrecy spell is useless.

Holding the cup, Heimdall smiled mysteriously, "That's something that the rich Kenny should worry about."

But the twins strangely saw the bitterness hidden under the appearance of winning.

Before coming to the UK, Heimdall was called up by the International Wizengamot. He took off his fancy "costume", returned to the team of saving lives, helping the wounded and upholding justice, and continued to brave the wind and waves towards the lofty goal of serving the people.

It is worth mentioning that on the last day of the team, his identity was revealed by the players. On that day, he wore the new IW uniform that made him look like a tree - he thought so -.The price of pretending to be aggressive is being caught by the boss for the mistake of "wearing the uniform out of the Federation building", and selflessly deducting half a month's salary.

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On the day he was criticized, he couldn't lift his spirits until he got off work, and he came home in a new uniform. The master who walked into the house looked at the little papa who "mistakes have happened anyway, so he cares about the details" and kept turning around, feeling good about himself. , so he lived up to the extraordinarily brave after turning on the lamp at night, and the little papa who made a fool of himself belatedly comprehended—Master's new G-spot? !

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four,

Dodoma observation records, the contents are as follows——

dearest master,

Miss Hermione Granger is a classmate of Mr. Black's godson Mr. Potter. She graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with excellent grades during her schooling.

Miss Granger initiated an organization called "SPEW", the full name is "Society for the Promotion of House Elf Rights". Every day, Miss Granger gathers the elves working in Grimmauld Square and reads some The speeches she wrote herself, they were very, um, radical... I'm sorry Dodoma couldn't find a better description, but they sounded good, and I can accept some of them.

Kreacher never goes.

Dobby was very excited. He was always the first to arrive at every meeting, and he was especially serious in the meeting. He was afraid that if he missed a word, the whole manuscript would lose its effect of touching the soul.All in all, Dobby treats every listening rare and carefully, and Dobby's spirit is worth learning.

But this does not mean that our relationship has been sublimated into a like-minded partner. Dobby noticed that I did not reject him, and believed that I was in the same group as him, and put me in his camp on his own initiative. His various opinions on the speech-work did not make it quiet, and Miss Granger often looked at us with relief.

Master, can Dodoma speak dirty words?