HP's Foreign Land

"Father, mother, hurry up!" Draco shouted excitedly when he turned his head, and his feet were unsteady and staggered.

"My Merlin, slow down dear!" Narcissa shouted nervously.

"It's really nice here." Lucius narrowed his eyes comfortably as the warm breeze blew over.Occasionally, one should try a secluded life far away from the hustle and bustle. There is no noisy Ministry of Magic, no double-faced colleagues, no Vanity Fair where the ups and downs are exaggerated, and all the terrible things seem to be thrown away in an instant.I have to admit that the people in the Sturlusson family are very good at living.

Lucius looked tenderly at his son running ahead, and then smiled at his wife.

In this uninhabited and vast grassland, under the blue sky with high clouds and clear sky, and beside the sparkling lake, all troubles become unimportant.

"Hi——Draco————"

The Malfoy family turned their heads in unison when they heard the sound, and they saw a piece of gray rock swaying to and fro on the grassland in the distance. Heimdall was standing on the largest and tallest rock and waving at them.

"Rig!!!" Draco shook his hand vigorously in surprise.

Just as he was about to rush over, he heard Heimdall's voice again: "Don't move! I'm coming!" Heimdall jumped off the rock while shouting.

"Be careful!" Narcissa stared suddenly, and felt terrified when she saw the boy jumping around among the rocks with his hands and feet.

When Heimdall ran up to them, they realized that the boy was not well dressed, the robe was casually draped over his shoulders, the collar of his shirt was limp on the collar of his sweater, the buttons were not buttoned properly, and the legs of his trousers were rolled up Yes, two groups of white dust occupy the knee area, and the shoes are covered with dirty mud.

Sensing their gazes, Heimdall shrugged nonchalantly: "That's why I let Draco stay on the stone road."

Draco raised his chin and held out his hand.

Heimdall pointed to the muddy shoes: "If you don't mind that these things may rub against you."

Draco rolled his eyes: "Excuse!" The two boys hugged happily.

The son didn't care, and of course I didn't either.Lucius also kindly kissed Heimdall on the cheek, which made Heimdall a little flattered, his uncle was rarely so "out of line", unexpectedly, the arrogant Mr. Malfoy also knew how to follow his feelings .

When Narcissa did the same thing as her husband, Heimdall wondered if it might be a miracle that Christmas was coming.This noble lady also took out a handkerchief decorated with delicate lace to wipe his face, and the silky soft fabric brushed his nose, bringing out a faint fragrance.Narcissa gently combed his slightly messy hair with her fingers, turned up the collar of the shirt and buttoned it up, and she even bent down to help him turn up the hems of his trousers. Full of maternal warm care, so when Heimdall thanked Narcissa with uncomfortably flushed cheeks, Draco winked at him and then laughed.

Heimdall touched his nose, pointed his head in a certain direction behind the Malfoys and shouted loudly, "Toffee! Go home!"

The three guests turned around involuntarily, and saw a black dot moving rapidly towards the far horizon. Gradually, they found that there seemed to be a small black dot beside the black dot, and then, the little black dot jumped nimbly It landed on the big black spot.

When the time slipped by for a few seconds, they finally saw the outline of the black dot clearly, a living Chimera.

Chimera's reputation is well-known in the wizarding world, so when a wizard suddenly sees a Chimera rushing towards him without mental preparation-this dynamic process from far to near is quite ecstasy.

Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy's faces went from rigid to pale.

Draco's situation is slightly better, after all, he has had close contact with Toffee many times, but the fear is still there, after all, some theories have been deeply ingrained.

The legendary ferocious beast itself doesn't feel it. In fact, it doesn't pay much attention to humans other than Heimdall. Perhaps wild animals will instinctively reject humans.

The endless pastures give Toffee an unprecedented space to have fun. These days are full of blue sky, the sun is shining, and Toffee is chasing the bees.

If Heimdall didn't call it, it would never remember to go home.

Heimdall glanced at the black cat squatting on Toffee's back, and thought, "Okay, I know how to hitch a ride."

The pod cat flicked its tail arrogantly.

The Malfoy family entered the old house led by Heimdall.

The adults were naturally entertained by the adults, and the Malfoys followed Rommel to the study.

Heimdall led Draco to see the room prepared for him, which was next to Heimdall's bedroom, and the large windows also faced the lake.

Draco looked around excitedly, and Heimdall could see that his cousin was still very satisfied.

"I'm going to Diagon Alley to buy Christmas gifts for some friends later, do you want to go together?" Heimdall purposely left a few items unpurchased, just wanting to go out for a walk together when his cousin came.

Draco naturally wouldn't object, shrugging: "I don't have anything to buy, most of the presents are prepared by Mom and Dad."

"You asked your father to help you prepare Christmas presents for friends?" Heimdall still remembered the two tall and fat boys.

"I've already prepared your gift." Draco said seriously.

"Where are your other friends? Those two burly Slytherins."

"They are not my friends. Their presents have been prepared by Dad for me, and they will be given to their parents at that time." Draco said as a matter of course.

All right.Heimdall comforted himself, at least he didn't say that those two were his subordinates, this alone was quite a good improvement.

"And what about Mr. Potter? Has your relationship with him improved?" Heimdall asked again.

Draco looked straight at Heimdall, frowning, as if he'd asked a stupid question.

"When I left school, I talked to Stink, I talked to Ron Weasley, and that mud, that Granger..." Draco pursed his mouth.

"and then?"

Draco suddenly became very angry: "Their eyes almost fell out, it was so rude, I greeted them, but they didn't say a word, until I got impatient and turned away, they were still there Staring at my back. I'll never initiate a conversation with them again!" He condescended to condescending Christmas greetings to the red-haired poor ghost and the mudblood road, in exchange for unwelcome glares (this It was an answer that Draco made up in his own head).Master Malfoy steadfastly refused to admit that he had been severely hit by it.

"Didn't Mr. Potter say anything?" Heimdall still knew something about the inseparable trio.

"I don't care what he says, I didn't talk to him!" Draco muttered angrily.

Heimdall patted him on the shoulder: "Sorry for making you unhappy, or let's go now."

Draco went downstairs first, Heimdall changed and left the room.

The adults had already moved the chat place to the living room on the first floor. To Heimdall's surprise, Nier came back and was talking to Narcissa comfortably on the sofa.

The arrival of Heimdall caused the two women in the living room to stop talking and look up at the same time.

Before Heimdall could ask a question, Nier blinked and said, "When did you buy the sweater on your body?" No wonder she was surprised, Heimdall's clothes ranged from underwear to cloaks, and all of Heimdall's clothes were handled by Nier.Nier is well aware of Heimdall's taste - boring black, white and gray, so when Heimdall is wearing an exquisite gray powder-studded color-block sweater that is obviously not made by herself, Nier suddenly There is a melancholy feeling of being left behind.

At the same time, she wondered, did Rig's depressingly monotonous taste finally improve?

Heimdall smiled embarrassedly: "I didn't buy it, it was knitted by Victor's mother for me."

"Anna weaved it?" Neil's eyes lit up, and then she smiled meaningfully and ambiguously. After studying for half a year, she wove a very beautiful tapestry, which made me so envious. I can’t do it, my hands are very clumsy, and I can’t stand my temper, so I gave up after a few days of learning.” Neil stroked it with her thumb. The smooth and fine stitches of the sweater murmured admiration.

Narcissa quietly looked at Heimdall's sweater, with envy and longing in her eyes.

***

Diagon Alley welcomed the two teenagers with an unprecedented level of congestion, and Heimdall and Draco were stunned by the sight before them.

"I was normal when I came last time." Heimdall said he was at a loss.

"I heard from my father that this year's regular meeting of the Wizarding Union has been postponed until Christmas. Maybe it has something to do with it." Draco was stumbled by a huge lady before he finished speaking. Don't worry about falling, because the four weeks The watertightness is enough to cooperate with the friction force and Draco who fell backwards to achieve a balance of two forces.

In desperation, the two teenagers had no choice but to move forward slowly with the crowd. When they passed by Florin's cold drink shop, Draco suddenly grabbed Heimdall and rushed into the cold drink shop with all his strength. .

The cold drink shop was full of people, and the two teenagers who managed to squeeze in suddenly looked at each other in dismay.

The owner rushed over after entertaining a bunch of guests, "Upstairs, there are still vacancies upstairs." Florin pointed at the stairs in a daze.

As soon as the two heard it, they immediately rushed upstairs.

It was a corner table, and while the location wasn't ideal, Heimdall and Draco didn't expect to complain.

"I think it's quite interesting." Draco poked the ice cream in the glass with a spoon, smiling all over his face, and his interest didn't diminish at all. "This is the first time I have seen such a situation."

"Occasionally it's okay once or twice." Unlike Master Malfoy who didn't know the sufferings of the world, Heimdall was more numb to crowding.

"Excuse me, is there anyone else here? Can I share a table with you?"

The slightly accented voice came to the ears of the two, and Draco looked up, and found that it was a blonde beauty, with thick dark golden hair combed into a fashionable hairstyle behind her head, and the close-fitting robe made her tall and graceful Needless to say, she is a genuine and radiant beauty.

Draco was about to turn around to ask Heimdall's opinion, when he saw the beautiful woman's face suddenly changed, she pointed at Heimdall and screamed: "Why are you here?!"

Draco turned his head to look at his cousin in surprise, only to find that his cousin was looking at the woman expressionlessly without blinking his eyes.

The woman continued to shake her fingers: "What the hell! Why did you appear on Miss Ben's happy Christmas shopping trip?"

The answer Heimdall gave her was to lower his head and take a bite of the ice cream.

Seeing this, the beauty almost choked on the bad breath stuck in her chest.

But Heimdall here is recalling: Damn, what a coincidence, by the way, what is the name of this woman...

Then, regardless of the thoughts of the two teenagers opposite, the beauty sat down on the empty chair confidently.

"Who is she?" Draco whispered to Heimdall.

"Victor's fiancée."

"What?" Draco's expression changed.

"She calls herself."

Draco nearly spat out the ice cream.

Heimdall raised his eyes and looked her up and down, and the beautiful woman stared back, not to be outdone.

"This is your real face, right? Miss Slivan?" Heimdall finally remembered the name.

"I've risked everything!" Miss Slivan raised her chin. "It's a pity that I dyed my hair brown in order to make myself look stable and dignified, and I still wear old-fashioned clothes, and I pretend to be obedient and obedient. That's not the case at all! I figured it out, these are not problems .”

"Come to England?" Heimdall changed the subject calmly.

"I came here with my father." Miss Slivan's beautiful eyebrows were piled together: "Why are you here?"

"This is not Durmstrang." Heimdall couldn't believe that she didn't know anything about herself.

"It's so unlucky, why did I meet you when I came to England!" Miss Slivan made trouble out of no reason.

"Let's go." Draco dropped the spoon suddenly and stood up.

"You don't want it anymore?" Heimdall pointed to his cup of ice cream that was less than a quarter eaten.

"This woman is too disgusting." Draco's tone was full of undisguised impatience and displeasure.

Miss Slivan was speechless for a moment, and looked at Draco in disbelief, horrified that he could say such a thing blatantly, and it was still in front of her face.

Miss Slivan was trembling with anger, and unfortunately recalled the scene when she faced Heimdall last time: her pretty face was deformed with anger, her mind was buzzing, and she wanted to pounce on Draco's face and scratch him hard. Two, oh, no, this time she can use left and right, scratching one with each hand.