HP's Foreign Land

Daddy has a lot of fans. Mioneil has felt the surging enthusiasm of the fans as long as he can remember. Now that Daddy has faded out of the Quidditch world, the number of fans is still increasing year by year, which seems very unscientific.The actual situation is: Everyone used to throw their heads and blood in pursuit of the Seeker, but now they are crying and chasing the referee.

In all Quidditch games that Big Daddy referees, the spectator stands are overcrowded. Wizards hold small black flags with Victor Krum’s name on them—black is the color of referee uniforms. The sound is endless over the arena, and the degree of admiration can be seen in general.

From the perspective of a bystander, Mi O'Neill slightly substituted the feelings of both sides of the game... so sad.

Daddy also has fans. As a judge, most of the admirers are young peers, and there are a small number of weird ones. There are wizards who go to do illegal activities, just to make the judge Sturluson "love" again He or she once.

Most of these strange things are crimes with high IQ. My little dad works for the International Wizengamot. General stealth is not up to the threshold of IW. Scale, you are too embarrassed to sit in IW's detention center.

Ever since, those habitual criminals with unique ideals seized the opportunity, set their sights on the target, and grasped the essence. Once entering the palace, entering the palace twice, and entering the palace three times, the crime will not be fatal, and they will not be able to stay for too long... After speaking, let the judge remember his name, persevere, work tirelessly, keep improving, and make M out of style and out of level.

All in all, Xiao Daddy's fan composition gives people a sense of sight that they are not from the earth.

These non-human beings also gave the little dad a nickname of "Fairy". The nickname was derived from "Tooth Fairy".

By the way, there is also a shameless die-hard fan who also calls himself Daddy-Little La Carlini Riccardo.

According to this person's confession, one day when he was five years old, by chance, he fell in love with the long-legged beauty on the poster at first sight, and has been obsessed with it ever since.No matter the sheets, pillows, quilt covers, or pillows...all are printed with beautiful women.Finally one day, Riccardo's father, who couldn't stand his son's nympho at a young age, told his son the cruel truth.

Beauty?Looking at the flowers in the fog and watching the moon in the water!Boy, you have been lied to!

Mionier has reason to believe that Riccardo's father revealed the truth out of his inner nature of envy, jealousy and hatred, regardless of his son's fragile heart.It's a pity that Riccardo's father finally backfired. After learning the truth, Riccardo didn't get depressed and forget as his father set. Instead, he developed the habit of seeing Uncle Rieger once every three days. Puzui started a hunger strike, but as long as he got his wish, he would behave so peacefully that it was outrageous.

Riccardo's father's dandruff came out in the past two years.

This is Riccardo's black history. Now that he has grown up and knows his shame, the memory write-off does not recognize it.

But it doesn't matter, Mionnell clearly remembers every picture - the little kid with a runny nose often chases after his little dad. The picture is so beautiful that Mionneel is forced to watch it again and again!

——Excerpt from "On the Unfathomable Depth of Brain Fans"

one,

On the day after the International Federation of Wizards was bombed, the upper management of IW learned that Heimdall was also at the scene, and generously gave three days of vacation to buffer their emotions. Why is IW so considerate?The reason for this is that Judge Strulusson's workload has increased day by day recently, and it is inevitable that he will be impetuous when he has too much work. Once he is impetuous, it doesn't matter what he does. The few prisoners who have been under his hands are as deep as the sea when they enter the prison.

Xianxian, did you agree to be each other's angels?

IW's detention center is full of bitterness, only those few loyal and brain-dead fans are more beautiful and turbulent-oh~ Xianxian, you annoying little fairy!

This unusual situation was quickly caught by the higher-ups. Although Liz had not officially announced that he had climbed to the top, Liz, who had actually secured the top spot, was secretly amused, and asked his assistant to send a message to a certain office director, which was a blessing in disguise for Heimdall.

Mornings when you don't have to go to work are beautiful, sunny, cute, and lazy.

Victor didn't wake him up that day, and Victor himself didn't wake up as early as usual, and he quickly saw through Heimdall's trick of pretending to sleep.Heimdall was harassed by Victor, and the scene quickly heated up. The two engaged quickly, until Heimdall hugged the pillow and wailed, "Old and useless!" Victor couldn't help but laugh. Hugged with a quilt, Apparated.

The location of the appearance was in the bathroom, and the landing point was in the bathtub. The accuracy of the landing point made Heimdall suspect that the master had secretly practiced it no less than a hundred times.Then the two snatched up the quilt like older children, and Hina appeared in dismay, reporting a visitor.

The master sighed regretfully, and let Hina take the quilt away.

Will choose to appear at such an inopportune time early in the morning, Sirius Black—except this person doesn’t think about it, Victor saw Heimdall quickly jumped out of the bathtub and began to brush his teeth, and the mood that was no longer beautiful began to cloud .

The master bit the toothbrush that Heimdall handed over angrily, and in the future he wanted to put up a sign outside the Knights' Tower, which read - close the door before eight o'clock in the morning and after eight o'clock in the evening to thank guests.

After washing, Heimdall did not leave in a hurry, and touched Victor's stubble-grown chin with his right hand.

"Don't shave your beard today." Heimdall said and touched it, looking like he couldn't put it down.

Victor spit out the foam in his mouth and looked at the person in the mirror, "Like me with a beard?"

Heimdall nodded, "Stylish."

If it weren't for IW's regulations that wizards below the judge level must maintain a neat and clean face - long hair and beards are prohibited, the Struluson judges may have tried to move closer to handsome men.

"Then don't shave it." After washing his face, Victor turned around and raised his chin to rub against Heimdall's cheek.

Heimdall accepted Ceng Ceng with a smile, and bit Victor on the chin before he turned around. Victor went to grab it with a backhand, but Heimdall dodged it flexibly. jaw.

Victor had a ferocious look on his face, "Come here, I promise I won't bite you!"

Heimdall leaned against the doorway and said solemnly: "You are so old, don't be ashamed!" The typical villain complained first.

Victor threw away the towel in his hand, and aggressively grabbed Heimdall who hadn’t run away. He didn’t let go until he had finished kissing and biting. He patted Heimdall’s buttocks and rubbed them endlessly, and turned back to In front of the sink.

With his bird's nest head on his head, Heimdall shook his butt provocatively at the master, and swaggered out of the bathroom amidst the master's laughter.

Mionnell in the living room had already drank his second cup of pumpkin juice with Grandpa Sirius.

The two fathers were finally willing to go downstairs, and Sirius, who rarely appeared in the Knight's Tower at this time, passively rubbed his eyes that were about to go blind.Mr. Black finally realized that the timing of his arrival was a bit inappropriate, his sitting posture was not as calm as before, and his mood was not as anxious as before.

Heimdall is standing there perfectly, is there anything more convincing than that?

Mionir was calm and relaxed, it wasn't that he was superficial, he was already used to it.Having been shown their affection in person by a couple all day long, in the past ten years, he has gone from being slightly drunk to dizzy, from being too drunk to being completely drunk, and from being bedridden to not pouring a thousand cups, Mionier's skill of turning a blind eye has reached its peak.

Of course, if anyone dares to say "Show points quickly" to him, he will definitely kill him.

Sirius put down the glass embarrassingly, "I rushed over when I heard the news," then smiled wryly, "It seems that I came at the wrong time."

Victor nodded in his heart, yes, he was self-aware... Heimdall pinched his arm.

I did not say anything!The master opened his eyes innocently.

I can't even say it in my heart!The judge's eyes were particularly sharp.

The master sat down obediently, with a look of resignation, but he thought happily in his heart, look how the two of them have a good understanding.

Heimdall pretended he didn't see it, and talked to Sirius, tirelessly repeating the promises he had made over and over again.

Mionier, who has a panoramic view of the two people's eyebrows and eyes, is sucking pumpkin juice with a straw. It is really annoying to have a pair of poops that volatilize pheromones with each other all the time~~

After reassuring himself that he would be fine, Heimdall offered an invitation, and Sirius immediately expressed his willingness to stay for dinner.

"I have three days off. If it's convenient for you, why don't you stay in the Knight's Tower for two days?" Heimdall said.

Sirius was naturally willing and nodded happily.

On that day, relatives and friends came to visit one after another. Everyone was fooled by the alarmist reports in the newspaper and believed it was true. They also made bad associations with a person named Heimdall Strulusson based on this.

The owner of the Knights House kept them all as guests. Among them, Snow readily agreed after receiving the invitation to stay overnight. Rommel was a little unhappy when he learned that Sirius Black would live in the Knights House for a few days. In fact, Rommel He is the one who has lived in the Knights Tower for the longest and longest time among a group of elders, but he himself is not so enlightened.

After lunch, the little La Carlini Riccardo clamored to stay overnight, but was snatched away by his father, who was screaming back and forth in his heart. Riccardo dramatically stretched tremblingly in the direction of Heimdall. He made a move, and was beaten up by his old man. Luka, who saw the situation clearly and resigned to his fate, walked away with his mouth pursed.

Why doesn't Xianxian keep me?Riccardo, a lifelong brain-disabled member of the Appearance Association, was wronged.

two,

【...Used to make wands?I thought you meant cat teasers.I'm sorry my friend, but I don't think my understanding is wrong. Your description is too general and your wording is extremely inappropriate, which leads to this low-level misunderstanding that shouldn't occur. ] The description is too general?Mionir, who read the reply from pen pal M3, hehe.

【My friend, are you sure apple wood can be used to make magic wands?Although my own hobbies and work have nothing to do with wand making, I still have knowledge in this area. I am not bragging. No one of my peers is more proficient in wand knowledge than me.This is by no means an exaggeration, as long as you inquire about my name, everyone who knows me will give me a thumbs up.I always take the compliments calmly and condescendingly because I deserve them. 】Mionir continued to hehe, wondering what kind of unimaginable spell he had fallen into, and actually became a pen pal with such a top quality.

【... Are you scolding me in your heart? 】

Mionir was taken aback.

【My guess. 】

Mionier's face darkened.

【Did you guess right? 】

Well guess what?What's the point?Is your long speech only divergent without thinking?Don't give me a chance to spit on your IQ dear!

[...Young people should guard against arrogance and impetuosity, impulsiveness is a taboo. 】

Mionir spat out a mouthful of blood.

[Not all phoenix feathers can be used as a stick core, the same reason, not all apple woods can be used as a stick body. 】Mionir wiped his mouth and finally got to the point.Middle Eastern Snake Essence M3 pen pal Attached with the letter is a piece of parchment filled with various addresses.

[These are the raw material stores that I personally think can have unexpected gains, I hope it can help you. 】Mionier had no time to draw a word of gratitude in his heart, and the next sentence of the letter brought the tall writer back to his original form: 【The strong should help the weak, my dear, don't be shy, come to my arms cry!I will never dislike you, I will explain our relationship to my wife, don’t worry about getting me into trouble~~] Wife, well, at least there are strong people in the world who can hold this snake spirit disease.

Mionier shook his hands, and the letter groaned as it was split in two.

three,

"Don't talk about the raw materials for making wands. I am willing to dedicate everything to the immortals. You are not the first to tell me about such an important matter?" Riccardo complained with trembling hands. "The fake man knew it earlier than I did?"

Claire of the Malfoy family gave him a cold look, but Riccardo was too busy with heartbreak to look around.

"So how do you know?" Mionnier and Claire looked at each other, and the latter gave him a look of no comment.

"I have an unexpected news channel." Riccardo changed his image of a white lotus, and became complacent.

Mionir slapped his forehead, house elf!

"Sage!" The chair under Mionir's buttocks shook violently.

Indeed it is!

"Master, it's not Sage..." Sage appeared in the corner, defending himself tremblingly.

"The crime of lying is aggravated."

Sage rushed forward and hugged Mionir's ankle, with snot and tears, "Sage didn't do it on purpose, Sage was drunk, Sage didn't want to be drunk, but Sage was just drunk... Sage After getting drunk, Sage couldn't control his mouth...Sage didn't betray his master...Sage is a bad elf! Bad elf!"

Sage's head hit the foot of the chair, and Mionier turned pale with fright, and before he could stop it, he heard a click, and the chair leg broke, and Mionier leaned aside in embarrassment with the chair.After Sage's exclamation, there was a dramatic silence in the room for a few seconds, followed by Riccardo's frantic laughter like a flood.

Mionier's face turned green.

Claire didn't want to embarrass her buddies, so she hurriedly looked away and smiled to the corner where there was no one else.

Sage has a special skill. When he becomes an adult, his strength will become particularly strong when he is excited, and he cannot control himself.As its master, Mionir has a deep understanding of the sharpness of skills.

Mionir got up awkwardly, and Sage was so terrified that he couldn't even speak. He could only hold his throat and look at Mionir, for fear of being fired in the next second.Serge bit his finger, with a red forehead, looking a little pitiful.

Mionir told himself not to be soft-hearted, he can no longer let his elf go, he must show the majesty of the master, let the elf who always has a short memory settle down for a while!Mionir had learned not to expect Sage to be as perceptive and intelligent as his uncle Dodoma, but he couldn't go to the other extreme and never return!

There is a female elf named Artichoke in the La Carlini family. This is the reason why Sage will get drunk and leak secrets. Artichoke is Sage's crush.Butter beer pours in one sip, and Sage doesn't have a capacity for alcohol.It's just a crush, so he kneels and licks the seller. After seeing it right, he still doesn't know how to turn the world upside down. Mionier suspects that Artichoke has learned a lot of inside information from Sage. Dad's private life It's not good for the little dad to control the whole person.

That's right, it must be to inquire about the little dad. Riccardo, this shameless thing, has been a fan of his little dad for many years, and he doesn't care about it when he uses his presence.Mionier was annoyed that he had taken it lightly, and gave Riccardo an opportunity.

Riccardo accepted it as soon as he saw it, and he didn't act unscrupulously to the end. Mionier's face was really ugly. In case something went wrong, how could he still gain favor with Uncle Rieger? !For a long-term solution, Riccardo decided to bear the burden of humiliation, no matter how much Mionier despises himself, he will be as firm as a rock.

"I said," Riccardo tried to break the deadlock, even though he started it. "Anyway, we all know it, so you just tell us about the plan. There are more people and more power, and everything is for the immortals—"

Besides, "Xianxian" will kill you!

"..." Mionir's eyes made Riccardo lose his language function.

On the other side, Claire calmly put down the quill in her hand and flicked the parchment. The crisp sound of the parchment attracted the attention of the two men who were on edge.Seeing that the two finally regained their sanity, Claire smiled slightly.

"That's it." She pushed the action plan in front of the two of them. "I roughly divided it up. My suggestion is to split up to increase efficiency. If we fail to return to the remaining three stores, we can gather and go together later."

Riccardo didn't even read the words on the parchment, and hurriedly yelled, "Why should I listen to your command?"

The corner of Claire's mouth curled up into a half-smile, "Because you are unreliable as a real man."

"..." Riccardo received a knowing blow.

Future Patriarch Malfoy, you are mighty and majestic.

four,

Mionir rushed back to school and ran wildly around the campus. He only took half a day off. He hasn't eaten yet. He plans to have some snacks in the dormitory to deal with it. He must not be late for potions in the afternoon. Professor Laurent is Severus's teacher. Friends, they often meet at the Pharmacists Association...

The cold profile of Severus flashed in Mionir's mind, and he shivered violently, and his feet became faster.

Mionier rushed into the dormitory tower, and when he went upstairs, he saw people surrounded by the fireplace in the common room. It is rare for seniors who usually see each other to come to the dormitory of the lower grades together. Rarely play with lower grades.

Mionir stopped curiously and grabbed a passing first grader.

"What's going on? Who are they surrounding?" He raised his chin.

Fennen first grade blinked her innocent eyes, "Your father."

Oh...Mionir let go of his hand, wait, who are you talking about? !

At this time, the person sitting on the sofa stood up, and the students with bright eyes made way spontaneously.Victor patted the shoulder of the student closest to him, and the student immediately became energetic and flushed as if he had been injected with chicken blood.Mionier recognized the chicken-blooded boy as the current trump card of their school team. He had long heard that he was a fan of Big Daddy's brain. Now it seems that the rumors are not exaggerated.

A few days after Mionier entered the first grade, the captain of the school team persistently instilled in him the concept of winning glory for the school, brainwashing one after another without repeating the same pattern, and later Mionier would detour whenever he saw the relevant personnel of the school team. At one time, even the coach of the women's team, August, he hated him very much.Although the obsession to pull Mionier into the school team had nothing to do with the husband and wife team of the school team and the girls' varsity team, but was just the wishful thinking of the school team captain, Mionier still vented his anger for a long time until the school team captain was convinced Mionir was indeed not interested in Quidditch, not "polite" as the captain thought.

Then, rumors that "the current ace doesn't like him" spread like wildfire in the school, and the conflict between the two is reflected in the rich imagination of the students. There are two students, one in the fifth grade and one in the second grade. They usually don't have classes on the same floor, and the dormitory towers are also in two directions, one south and one west.Mionir has not said more than three words to the ace classmate until now, and human beings can't stop Durmstrang's brainstorming.

Victor walked towards Mionier, and the big guys noticed Mionier's existence.

The few with more active brain activities feared that the world would not be chaotic. They looked at Mionier for a while, and the ace of the school team for a while.

Mionir snorted.

"Why are you here?" Mionier looked at Daddy.

"Surprise inspection." Victor said calmly.

"...So what is it for?" He is only in the second grade, and he doesn't read much, so don't fool him!

Victor smiled and hugged his son's shoulders, "Go to your bedroom and talk."

Mionier didn't object, and he was happy to cooperate if he could avoid the group of students who were reluctant to leave.

After accepting the onlookers all the way, the father and son entered the bedroom.

"Would you like something to eat?" Mionier was symbolically polite.

"No, I just want to say a few words."

Mionir, who took off his cloak, sensed the seriousness in his father's words, and hurriedly came to his father with his chest out and his abdomen in.

"I heard that you always ask for leave these days?" Victor said blankly.

Mionnier was more afraid of his elder father, and his grandfather Rommel would not let him have such a sense of fear.

"I got a list from my pen pal of places to buy unexpected wand materials, and I can guarantee it won't interfere with my studies."

Victor waved his hand.

Mionnier quickly shut up, wondering who would betray him, and the first thought was Riccardo, who had no way to talk, but he was not so sure, Riccardo only knew everything about his little dad, and other than that, he was relative. reliable.

Victor handed over a cloth bag, and Mionier immediately took it back. After opening it, he found a big lunch box inside. The lunch box was stacked neatly with his favorite dishes and snacks, and Mionier was very happy.

He covered the lunch box, "For me?"

Victor nodded, the contours of his face were not as sharp as before.

Mionier breathed a sigh of relief, does this mean that Daddy is not really angry?Otherwise, he wouldn't come all the way to deliver food to him.

Mionier hugged the lunch box happily, and Victor's voice came from next to his ear, "Is there any gain?"

"Oh, yes." Mionnell, who was relaxed, freed up one hand to take out the result. He imitated Heimdall and got himself a foldable inner box similar to a Muggle toolbox. "I can't guarantee that it will come in handy, but the things are really good. I also bought some rare things, and I will give them to Lige... What are you doing?"

Victor took the toolbox from him, turned around and walked out.

"My toolbox!" Mionier chased after it.

Victor, who walked to the door, turned around slowly and threw a spell. The lunch box in Mionier's hand suddenly weighed a thousand catties. The sudden weight made Mionier stagger, and Victor at the door waved his wand, "Let's go , Don’t give it away, eat something” appeared in the air, and then followed Victor’s leaving footsteps from thick to light until it disappeared without a trace.

Daddy!

What about your integrity! ! !

Mionier, who was still holding his lunch box, stared at the empty doorway. After a while, he recovered, dumbfounded.

Really only two words...