HP's Foreign Land

This chapter is Rigg's home game~~

When he was a child, Mionier would go to the Children’s Paradise on Wizard Street with his two fathers every weekend to find friends to play with. As far as he could remember, Mionier was the king of kids in the circle of relatives and friends. He was good-looking, tall, and the oldest. A little heron was mixed in with the neckless chick.The younger brothers and younger sisters frantically followed behind his buttocks. The older brother was taller than the younger brother, but he was the only one who followed suit, responding to everything without ambiguity. Mionier experienced the sourness of vanity expansion at a young age.

The parent-child activities of wizards should not be underestimated. The lighting effects created are unimaginable for Muggles, and the level of trickery has also increased by more than one percentage point.

Daddy is keen to participate in parent-child activities. Mionier was very willing to cooperate at first, but later he became older, especially after having many little followers. I am a fool for being young and ignorant.As he grew older, Mionier's shame level flew into the sky like installing a new generation of Firebolts.

Finally, one time, after the father and son finished what Mionir thought was a very naive game, Mionir, who had run out of patience, suddenly lost his temper and threw the prize he had received to the ground.The prize that time was a gingerbread man family of three ceramic ornaments, with excellent meaning and unique and beautiful design.

But the gingerbread man is a thing of the year of the monkey, and Mionir has already replaced it with a cooler new toy-the ornament fell to the ground and shattered, and the surrounding was silent for a few seconds.

After losing his temper, Mionier ran to the other side like a child, not daring to look at his little father's face.

The atmosphere on the way back for the family of three was very dull, and Mionier gritted his teeth and refused to talk to his dad because of his stubborn temper—the kind of mentally retarded insistence that whoever speaks first loses.

Daddy went to bed early that day, and Mionier, who secretly followed Daddy, was anxious and climbed up and down in front of the fireplace like eating flea candy, never having a moment of leisure.Doudou followed little daddy all day, and ignored Mionir.Mionir pouted his mouth and teased the relatively bully-looking Bread persistently. The little Bread, who was lying comfortably on his stomach, came up and whipped his tail. The scales on the tail left a few bloodstains on the back of Mionier's delicate hand—— Miss Ominous Beast has shown mercy.

Mionir was feeling aggrieved, and when his big dad came, Mionier finally realized that he was afraid. What surprised him was that his dad didn't scold him, but patiently explained what happened today by presenting the facts and reasoning. , Big Daddy's earnest teaching made Mionier feel ashamed, he wiped his tears and wanted to rush upstairs, but Big Daddy held him down.

Daddy smiled warmly—releasing the warmth of spring, and Mionir, who was deeply touched, burst into tears and promised loudly that he would never do this again, and he must apologize to his little dad.

Do you have any ideas to talk about in the future?

know!

Still losing your temper?

Shaking his head vigorously.

Daddy put away his smiling face——with an expression as cold as winter in an instant, he picked up Mionier vigorously with his arms... beat him up so much that his ass was about to burst into bloom.After that, Mionnier sucked his red nose, pouted his beaten butt, and glued the gingerbread man ornaments with magic glue under the supervision of Big Daddy.

Heimdall woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and when he came back, he found that there was a little kid on the bed at some point—Mionir, who was pouting, was sleeping between him and Victor, arching towards the sea like a small animal in his sleep Mdar.

Heimdall looked at the father and son, one big and one small, with a warm smile~~

——Excerpt from "Daily Life of the Knights House"

one,

When Heimdall came out of the chief office, the interns who seemed to be busy but actually found all kinds of excuses to linger at the door immediately rushed up and looked at him eagerly.

Judge Sturluson, who is used to keeping a straight face at work, showed a rare relaxed smile, and the interns immediately cheered, and then quickly shut up under the disapproving sideways glances of wizards, pretending to be nonchalant.

These interns are one of the important tasks assigned to Heimdall a year ago. Heimdall, who joined IW when he was a student, is now considered a veteran, and it is more than enough to bring a few interns. In addition, unless there are special cases, the interns who first entered IW Born does not actually have direct contact with the judges at work, only the judges at the next level can lead them, but none of the judges at the same level as Heimdall has the dedication spirit, even though Heimdall has been in office for more than ten years. Years, but compared with other real veterans, it is nothing, so these young people from the multi-national Wizengamot, who no one wants to take over, were assigned to the name of the Sturluson judge and forced to pass The power supply becomes a beacon to guide their life direction.

Heimdall, who was confirmed to be promoted to a judge three months later, once again sternly faced the interns' blessings, and the young people with a keen sense of smell scattered at the speed of light. Heimdall, who had solved a group of roadblocks, handed over a With a look, Fiona, who was wearing a trainee wizard robe, quickly took out a document.

"That's all?" Heimdall took the not-so-thick parchment.

"I picked out the most important ones." Fiona said neatly, implying that the less important ones could be ignored.

Heimdall glanced through it quickly, and said seemingly casually: "What would I do without you?"

Fiona blinked her bright eyes, "You mean..."

"Each judge can have up to three assistants, but with my age and qualifications, it is impossible to fill up the three positions immediately." Heimdall said.

"A 30-year-old judge is really rare. What you have to do is to be more low-key than when you were a judge." Fiona has a good brain since she was a child, otherwise she would not have been selected by the Bulgarian Wizengamot as a representative for promotion to IW at a young age .

Heimdall no longer kept his secrets, "I will write your name when applying for an assistant."

Combined with Heimdall's previous hints, Fiona will soon grasp the key, and she will be Judge Sturluson's only assistant at present.After the future intern becomes a full-time trainee, she will be No.1 on Judge Sturlusson's recommendation list, and Fiona immediately beamed with joy.

Buta is right, follow Xianxian and have meat to eat!

The descendants of the three murderers that Heimdall helped in Bulgaria now have their own futures to fight for. Among the three, Fiona, who is the youngest but most active, stands out after a lot of hard work in the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic. With the title of "Heimdall's colleague, Gantt, the only boy among the three, passed the examination and entered the Institute of Magical Plants with the support of Victor, becoming a researcher who spends all day with mud and plants. I heard from Victor that Gantt joined the research of a new topic this year. If the research results are gratifying, it will be a crucial step for the realization of many legendary potions; As Fiona ridiculed, she entered the bridal school and retrained before getting married. After changing one job after another, Buta was hired into a robe custom shop five years ago and became an apprentice inside.Five years later, Buta became the main tailor of the custom-made shop. He had a group of loyal customers and accepted hundreds of nomination orders. If he wanted Buta to make clothes, he had to make an appointment in advance.It can be said that Buta fought on this road and created a healthy road suitable for himself.Buta now aims to create her own line of robes and own her own bespoke robe shop on the internationally renowned bustling Wizards Row.

In order to celebrate Heimdall's upcoming promotion, Fiona invited Heimdall to a dinner on behalf of the two friends, and Heimdall accepted it without being polite.

"Anything else?" Heimdall asked.

Fiona shook her head, and imitated Heimdall in a businesslike and inhuman manner in a blink of an eye.

The two entered the detention center of IW.

The prison doors for non-severe criminals in the detention center are generally iron railings. Some of the prison doors are located so cleverly that you can find them as long as there is movement at the entrance and exit. As soon as Heimdall appears, it immediately attracts crazy fans to cry, howl, and jokes like immortals. The howling was endless.Heimdall turned a deaf ear, and Fiona, who was used to it, was as unflappable as her boss.

Heimdall appeared here today for the handover of work three months later. The scope of the judge's responsibilities is quite different from that of the judges. Becoming a judge means that IW, who has been honing his sword for ten years, has finally made up his mind to update and let Heimdall Take over the work of secret review in an all-round way.

At present, after checking the small things in his hands, another judge will take over the banner one day in the future-to get along day and night with the bulls whose lives are molesting, and struggle on the front line of correcting the three views.

According to the list, Heimdall discussed his last life as a judge with the prisoners he handled.

A woman with disheveled hair sat in front of the railing, staring hungrily at the tightly wrapped judge, not letting go of every detail from top to small and bottom to top, while observing and tsk-tsk.The beautiful eyebrows and eyes are combined with the aura that is thousands of miles away. The thick and straight IW wizard robe is matched with dark copper buttons and all of them are fastened tightly.

"Xianxian~~" The uncle in the cell next door was unwilling to be lonely, and shouted at the top of his voice. "Why did you come here at this time? IW has introduced a new policy?" Although the cattle are in the cell, their minds are always outside, and they all have a keen sense of smell, and they can introduce new ones and draw inferences from others.

The woman in front of her was still obsessed with peeling off Heimdall's clothes with her eyes.

The cries of the uncle next door quickly resonated with a large area. The cattle people strongly urged the immortals not to pretend to be deaf and dumb, but to actively face the voices of the masses and face up to the issues related to happiness raised by the people.

"What does your happiness have to do with me?" It was about the last time. Most of these persistent prisoners belonged to international administrative detention.

Even though the volume of speaking is normal, the cattle people can easily catch it, and immediately analyze Heimdall's mood is sunny, and the end of the sentence is followed by a pleasant little trill that has never been seen before.

The brainless fans touched their thumping little hearts, feeling that they were trembling too.

Heimdall waited for another wave of wolf howling to pass before revealing the answer, "IW will send other judges to take over my work. This is probably the last time I will appear in front of you."

The detention center suddenly fell silent.

"Although as far as my work is concerned, I really don't want to see you here, but the time spent with you is still very pleasant. I sincerely hope that you will reform after you go out, and stop trying to provoke the majesty of the law. Even if you don't If you are willing to be a good person who makes progress every day, you should not waste your life in a prison cell."

"Xianxian, are you going to be transferred?" The person who spoke was the witch in front of her, and Heimdall's words frightened her.

The witch asked the cattle people's heartfelt feelings, and everyone held their breath in unison.

"Yes, I'm going to be transferred." Heimdall smiled slightly.

The witch pressed her chest exaggeratedly, and her heart almost jumped out.

"Xian Xian is so happy, it must be Gao Sheng!" The cattle people had already discussed in one go, and after a while they came up with eight or nine inseparable answers.

Heimdall was not surprised, how could these guys have no connections.

Fiona couldn't help raising her eyebrows, she was astounded at the IQ and well-informed news channels of these unattractive habitual offenders. It seemed that they had known this day would come.In fact, based on IW's past promotion practices, it is nothing short of a fairy tale to be promoted to a judge with Heimdall's current qualifications and length of service. Most people probably wouldn't believe it, and they couldn't believe it, but these habitual offenders showed a confident understanding and agree.

It is worthy of being a fan of immortals who call themselves "tooth powder".

No, Fiona stuck out her tongue secretly, she must not let the boss know that she called him that in private.

Heimdall would not stop because of these habitual offenders, and completed the work without delay. This day, the brainless fans did not cheer and meet him for three lives as usual.The big guys are all deep, the heart is worse than action, don't prevent them from opening up new ideas!

two,

Before leaving get off work, Heimdall was stopped by Peter.

Heimdall saw the bitterness and hatred on Peter's face, and frowned, "Are you fighting again?"

Four years ago, Peter married a certain female captain of the international police force. The two had quarreled from time to time in the past four years. The rate has skyrocketed, and the expansion of the capacity of the Heimdall trash can is directly proportional to the rate of increase in their quarrels.

"Are you free tonight? Going for a drink?" Peter offered, looking distraught.

Heimdall shook his head, "Not tonight, I already promised Fiona."

Peter sighed and ran his hands through his hair.

"What is it for this time again?" Heimdall asked.

The quarrel between Peter and his wife has always been weird, maybe because they are a weird couple.

"She wants a baby," said Peter.

"This is a good thing, you are not too young."

"But I don't want it." Peter said distressedly. "Before we got married, we agreed not to have children..."

"Can I ask why you don't want children?"

"Can't feed."

Heimdall was silent for a moment, "Okay, I've cleared away all distracting thoughts, please tell me again why you don't want a child."

"Can't support..."

"Now I'm sure I heard it right." Heimdall looked at the time, packed up the things on the table, turned around and told Fiona that it was time to get off work, and agreed on a meeting place later, after all this was done Only then did he turn around and face Peter again, who looked like the sky was about to fall.

The two walked out of the office.

Heimdall asked in a low voice, "Are you afraid of having bad inheritance...I mean...do you know what I mean?"

"I understand, but your worries are unnecessary. Sasha and I are both healthy, and our ancestors have nothing unspeakable." Peter shrugged.

Salsa is Peter's pet name for his wife.

Heimdall looked at him, "So where does your worry come from?"

"Isn't this normal? I'm worried that my children won't be able to support themselves."

"No, it's not normal. You all have jobs. Having a job means having a salary. Having a salary means having purchasing power. Generally speaking, families with purchasing power will not be unable to support their children!"

"You said 'usually' too."

"Are you sure you're going to stick to words on this?"

Peter scowled.

"Since this is the case, let's have a good talk and tell the other party your concerns. I hope one of you can successfully persuade the other." In this way, the Liger trash can can be stopped for a few days.

"Natasha has convinced me that we are going to have a baby." Peter said suddenly.

Heimdalton took a deep breath until he stabilized himself and was sure that he would not greet Peter's head with his stick. He turned his face, "Can you tell me the result of the argument directly in the future? As a friend of both of you, please let me I am happy that you have reached an agreement at the first time."

"I just want to convey to you in detail the feelings before and after I couldn't eat, my friend." Peter's face was sincere.

Heimdall gritted his teeth, "Any quarrel not aimed at divorce is a show of affection!"

Peter, who was poked at the G-spot for no reason, burst out laughing.

Heimdall, who felt that he had been scolded, turned around and left decisively.

"Hey, friend, I forgot to say, congratulations!" Peter stretched his neck and shouted.

Heimdall waved his hand and walked away.

three,

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when we returned to the Knights Building after the dinner.

"Are you back?" Victor, who was sitting on the couch by the window and reading a book, raised his head, and the gramophone by the fireplace was playing brisk and gentle jazz.

Heimdall leaned over and kissed Victor, "Good evening, dear."

Victor simply threw away the book, and followed Heimdall to the cloakroom.

"I'm in a good mood." Victor leaned on the doorframe of the cloakroom with his arms crossed, carefully sizing up his lover, and in a blink of an eye he could see the clue from the other's words and deeds.

Seeing that Hina hung up the cloak and the wizard robe she was going out, and changed into loose home clothes, Heimdall turned back and smiled at him, "It's confirmed, I will be a judge in three months."

Victor immediately lowered his arms and hugged Heimdall who was walking towards him, "Congratulations baby, amazing achievement."

Heimdall hugged Victor's back and kissed him on the chin, "The results seem amazing, but it's actually not easy. It can be said that he paid for it with his life."

Victor thought of the past he didn't want to look back on, and hugged him even tighter.

After a while, the two returned to the living room.

"How are you doing today? Did the refereeing game go well?" Heimdall nestled on a single sofa with Victor at Viktor's insistence.

Victor leaned leisurely on the back of the sofa, embraced Heimdall, and rubbed Heimdall's palm with his free hand.

Victor said, "I went to Durmstrang."

Heimdall was a little surprised, "Is it related to the school team?" He could only think of this.

"Go to Mionir." Victor said as he took out the rare raw materials collected from his son.

Heimdall was even more surprised when he saw these things, "Where did they come from?"

"Mionir got it back."

Heimdall looked at Victor, who said, "He often asks for leave these days in order to buy these things for you."

"You mean Mionnell didn't go to class to buy things?"

Victor nodded.

Heimdall looked through the things, moved and amused, the things Mionir got back were not bad, most of the things were not as unique as Mionir thought.

"I should tell him that the fact that my wand has not been repaired is not directly related to the lack of materials." Heimdall said again, "You didn't scold him, did you?"

"No." Seeing that Heimdall didn't seem to believe it, Wiktor emphasized, "I even gave him his favorite snacks, which I made myself."

Heimdall jokingly said: "And then take the fruits of his hard work?"

Victor cleared his throat, caught Heimdall in his arms unexpectedly, and gnawed vigorously.