HP's Foreign Land

The new clothes that the monkey put on today were imprinted with several different shades of ball prints and footprints, and when he got home after a long time, he had a fat beating from his wife—on the buttocks.

The monkey wiped away his tears vigorously, and the snot flowed even more happily, all rubbing against his sleeves.

Just before the old lady disappeared with force again, the monkey mother had no choice but to hold back her anger, and whispered a few words in the direction of her son's escape.

Their family runs a hotel, and the monkey mother dare not "disturb the people", for fear of leaving a bad impression on the guests and shortening their financial resources.

In particular, a professor from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry lived upstairs.

The ancient town of Kapok has been adjacent to Durmstrang College since ancient times. There is one famous bookstore in the town (Blue Kapok), six with a slight reputation, and countless family bookstores without names. Every household has one The small library probably has a lot of edification. The residents seem to walk with a bookish air. The locals may be accustomed to it. When foreigners come here, they can feel the unique folk customs of this place.

It feels like an illiterate meets a doctor, and the inferiority complex is greatly dropped.

Like the mother and daughter of Pepper, the Houzi family are foreigners who moved here later. Monkey’s father used to go to a magic school in his hometown, and he got a certificate after graduation, but he has no wisdom in reading since he was a child. Enterprising, it is a miracle from the ancestors to be able to blend in smoothly until graduation.

Houzi's mother is a dropout. Due to family factors, she did not go on to study in the fourth grade. This has become one of the biggest regrets in her life.Therefore, the monkey mother is very strict with her only child monkey, especially in terms of study, and hopes that her son will be able to succeed, so as to make up for the shortcomings in her heart.

It's a pity that the son, like the husband, should have worked so hard that he couldn't let go of Quidditch once he got started.

Both adults and children were like this, and the monkey girl hated this national movement even more.

Thinking of this, the monkey girl quickly pulled out her magic wand, and fiddled with the dining table that was so clean that it was about to peel off a layer of skin...

The monkey who ran out found that the old lady had no intention of chasing him out, and he didn't dare to be careless. He had eaten the bitter fruit of negligence-his buttocks were swollen for three days, so he pushed open the wine barrel in the backyard and squeezed in the middle After cating for a while, I was sure that the pungent old lady did not chase it out, so I tiptoed to find it out.

Along the wall and against the window sill, he slipped into the small kitchen at the back. Using the finishing table in the middle as a cover, he touched a dinner plate, quickly picked up half a chicken, and pulled most of the sausage. Putting the remaining half back, I felt that it would be easier to be discovered this way, so I simply took the whole root away.

Before leaving, he took a wine bottle about the size of an adult's palm from the cabinet and put it in his pocket.

Clutching these things, the monkey swiftly slipped out of the kitchen, pulled out a string of ropes from the front of his clothes—there were a few keys hanging from the ropes, and unscrewed the handle of the small door in the backyard. He went to the street, looked around, and found four No one down.The snowflakes were falling densely, and the smoked chicken and sausages were covered with snowflakes.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the monkey shivered suddenly and sneezed loudly.

After the beating, I looked around vigilantly. The street was empty, with one or two pedestrians passing by occasionally. In such bad weather, I didn't have the leisure to notice a child standing abruptly here.

The monkey rubbed its nose, ran forward a few steps against the wall, and came to another street, which was also deserted here.

It was snowing heavily, and everything was white, and the snow flakes were getting denser, and the scenery a little further away could not be seen clearly.

The monkey was shivering from the cold. He raised his right hand and let out a breath of hot air. He covered the plate in his hand and ran as hard as he could.

He ran to a broken iron gate at the end of the street before stopping, looked around again, then took a step back, raised his right foot and kicked a headless monster statue by the iron gate, the statue violently After shaking for a while, the iron door babbled and opened by itself.

The monkey looked back again, got into the broken iron gate, and the iron gate closed with a creak.

Inside the iron gate is a small abandoned garden. The poles supporting the simple greenhouse are overwhelmed and tilted here and there. More than half of the bricks surrounding the garden have collapsed. There are dead grass and gravel all over the ground. Occasionally, when the snow is thinning, you can see it in the mud. Rows of potholes.

The monkey went around to the other side of the mossy mud fountain, where there was an entrance, the entrance door was on the ground, and if the knocking order was wrong, it would never open.

The monkey wiped the ground with his hands, scraped away the snow on it, and then clenched his fists and smashed it familiarly. After hitting it seemingly out of order, a hole suddenly appeared in the ground, and the people walking down together The ladder appeared along with the hole.

The monkey ran down the stairs.

A warm orange light appeared at the end of the dark staircase, and the suddenly warming air made the monkey smile.

At the end of the stairs is a storage room with a fireplace, which has been abandoned. On the beams above the head, there are still bunches of dried herbs. Because of the age, these herbs are now just useless dried weeds.

As soon as he stepped into this warm world, he couldn't wait to shout, "Big Bad Foot, I'm coming!"

The man sitting in a daze in front of the fireplace jumps up, snatches the plate from the monkey, grabs the smoked chicken and gnaws on it. The appearance of gobbling it up is really not good-looking, but the monkey looks at it with relish, there is something similar to The satisfaction of being needed.

The big bad feet are not comfortable to eat. The smoked chicken and sausages are made overnight. The stomach was like a lump of ice, but in a blink of an eye, I saw the boy's face was red from the cold, his nose was still dripping with snot, his hands were red and purple, and they were slightly swollen. I went back at once.

Big Bad's feet warmed up, and the heat rushed into his eyes. He quickly took a deep breath. This feeling was already quite strange to him, so strange that he didn't know what to do. He ate even harder in a trance. up.

The monkey took out the wine bottle from his pocket and said in broken English, "I also brought wine..."

Even with a strong accent, you can understand what he is talking about when you see the real thing. Big Bad feet put down the plate, took the bottle with his oily hand, uncorked the bottle and took a big gulp. Tears were about to come out, Big Bad Foot resisted the discomfort, and drank several more sips before wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

This is the case with spirits. If you drink a few sips in extremely bad weather, you may be blinded at first, but after you really drink it, you will feel a hot and spicy current down the esophagus and into your stomach. , was smoked by the alcohol, and a thin layer of sweat immediately appeared on his body.

The big bad foot let out a long and comfortable breath, and looked down at the blurry label and rough workmanship body. If this kind of cheap stuff was in the past, he wouldn't even bother to look at it. Mrs. Romesta He had been picky about the special mead matured with oak wood. At that time, he never thought that one day he would be so rare for a cheap thing.

After taking another sip, Big Bad Foot put the cork back carefully and put it in his pocket.

In a blink of an eye, he looked at the monkey who was staring at him unblinkingly, "Is it done?"

The monkey was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was talking about, his face collapsed immediately, and his eyes were red.

"What are you crying about!" Big Bad Foot looked at him like this and knew it must be a failure, and couldn't help but stare at him. "What does it look like for a boy to cry and cry at every turn! If crying is useful, I'd be blind from crying!"

Although the monkey didn't fully understand it, he got a rough idea and immediately wiped his eyes, sobbing softly.

Big Bad Foot didn't even ask about the process of the monkey competition. He knew in his heart that the kid was thin and small, and judging from his appearance alone, he wasn't a Quidditch player... But Harry became a qualified kid in the first grade. The Seeker of Lanffindor, this point follows James—the corners of his mouth slightly raised as he thought about it, and then suddenly fell down—at first glance, he is also skinny and has little flesh. Who is Dumbledore? How to take care of him, are his Muggle relatives trustworthy...

The big bad foot paused, and laughed at himself thinking why he thought of Harry again.

The monkey saw that he stopped talking, and knew that he was thinking about things again. Big Badfoot always likes to think about things alone, but the monkey wanted to talk to him more and listen to him talk about outside things. Since the monkey was born, he hadn’t After leaving the ancient town of Kapok, he was very curious about the outside world and full of longing.

The monkey took out a notebook from the pocket of his clothes, on which were the homework assigned by the teacher during the daytime class, "This... I don't quite understand..." Pushing his big bad foot.

It took a long time for the big bad foot to come back to his senses. After hearing what he meant, he glanced at the open book and copied it. After asking what the German text on it meant, his brows immediately knit together, " No, no, the writing is wrong, even such a simple question? Why are you so stupid!"

The monkey shrank its neck reflexively under his stare, but it didn't feel scared.

I don't know if it's due to a language barrier, or the speaker can't express clearly, or the listener's brain is really not working. In short, after telling the monkey over and over again, the child's face is full of question marks.

The big bad foot was so angry, he cursed a few times, and wanted to throw the notebook on the ground several times, but as soon as he touched the boy's slightly hurt eyes, the hand that threw the thing was raised in the air and he couldn't put it down. .

"How can there be such a stupid person..." Big Bad wailed with a headache.

The monkey fingered in frustration.

In desperation, Big Bad Foot said it again in detail, this time deliberately slowing down, and stopping after each paragraph to wait for the child to digest.

While waiting, Big Bad Foot couldn't help his thoughts whirling, and after a while, his thoughts flew out of the Durmstrang Mountains, to England, to Hogwarts, and to Harry's side...

Big Bad Foot, no, it should be Sirius Black who secretly made up his mind that when he catches the damned traitor, he can go back to England to meet Harry in a dignified way!

***

At this moment, Heimdall, who was on the campus of Durmstrang, had just finished his late dinner and went to the North Tower accompanied by his boyfriend.

On the way, I "coincided" with Anita Sliven and was delayed for some time.

Victor remained silent with a cold face as always. He thought he had nothing to say to this woman at the beginning, and now that the woman suddenly changed his "stance", he didn't want to talk to him anymore, just like she did to him. Turn a blind eye, since everyone tacitly, just save the strong face and laugh at each other.

As the unfortunate "sandwich biscuit", Heimdall sees the increasingly icy way of getting along between them, and cares about it quietly. It is okay to say that he has a dark mind. The "rupture" of the Chinese Communist Party has a happy attitude.

Heimdall was not completely reassured about Miss Anita Slivan, even with a little bit of precaution, even if she seems to be interested in him now, Heimdall, who is completely ignorant of female psychology, always thinks that compared to himself, Sliven Ms. Levin should like Victor more. Director Strulusson, who has always been blank in terms of heterosexuality, firmly believes that Victor is more attractive and attractive than he likes, especially if he attracts women. admiration.

Ms. Slivan was probably at a loss for a while, and when the distance between them became zero with the restart of the exchange student system, maybe one day a certain nerve in her brain would return to normal—according to According to Mr. Stuluson's inference, Miss Slivan would think that she is even more abnormal than Pod falling in love with toffee.

After all, Miss Slivan did not have the courage to continue to be cheeky. Victor Krum had watched her twelve times in front of her face, and the last time, the actions and eyes were so hostile, as if she would It was as if he was going to smash his pocket watch in her face.

Looking at Rigg's gentle smile like a drizzle, Anita's sense of powerlessness was boundless as if the spring breeze was blowing again. He was still so polite and personable. The more he was like this, the more bitter she felt in her mouth.

Afterwards, they said goodbye in front of the North Tower gate.

Anita did not live in the dormitory towers. As Heimdall revealed before, the four dormitory towers are all boys. Of course, the school can think of things he can think of. The famous caring students.

Anita's room was arranged in the castle, where she lived with the female professors at the school and was looked after by Laura Manco, Professor of the History of Magic.

Every time he walked into the completely new North Tower, Heimdall couldn't help being filled with emotions, and this time was no exception.

"I think back then it was a mess everywhere..."

How old is he, and he is already thinking about the past.

Victor laughed dumbfounded, hooked his neck and pressed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Heimdall's eyes swept across the fireplace in the common room, and the voyeurs on the sofa turned their eyes away one after another, as if they deliberately turned their eyes away to him because he looked over and "to cheer".

Heimdall is really angry and funny, he is a big boss, and he will graduate next year. Is the price of growing up really more and more shameless? !

"By the way, you didn't tell me what you thought about that advanced training?" The last time I was disturbed by an unscrupulous boyfriend, I forgot about it.

Just as Victor was about to answer, he saw something running towards them in the distance. He pulled Heimdall to the side, and the dingy thing brushed past their feet and ran into a shadow.

Percy Weasley came after him panting, shouting, "Scabbard! Why are you running!"

After hearing this, Heimdall suddenly realized that he had seen the mouse that had nothing to do with beauty just now—he had doubted the taste of the Weasleys before. It is said that he had kept it in their house for many years, and it turned out to be Percy's pet. Afterwards, it was owned by Ron, why was it raised by Percy again in a blink of an eye?

"Where did it go?" Percy asked Heimdall.

Heimdall pointed, "Under the sofa over there."

Percy's shoulders were slumped, looking overwhelmed.

Heimdall noticed that the one thousand and one dogmatic expression on Percy's face seemed to be cracked by the rat.