HP's Foreign Land

[Mr. Malfoy Jr. has been the CEO of the Ice Ridge Crown Quidditch Club since he has led the Ice Ridge Crown Quidditch team from scratch, starting from scratch, setting new precedents, striving for excellence, and overcoming all difficulties. Grand prizes, from the Nordic competitions to the top rankings in international competitions, and occasional cups, the progress of Iceridge Krona is obvious to all.

The big and small shareholders of the club are full of praise for him, the big and small players in the team are convinced by him, and the ever-growing fan base of Ice Ridge Krona means that the supporters are fascinated and worship him.

This is the victory of the Iceridge Krona, and it is also the victory of Mr. Malfoy!

We believe that under the leadership of Draco Malfoy, Ice Ridge Crown will one day rank among the top in the world, become an insurmountable monument in the hearts of millions of fans, and go down in the annals of Quidditch history. Heimdall hilariously closed the Ice Ridge Krona brochure that was stuffed into the hands of the surreptitious salesman, and Draco, who knew nothing about it, happily told him that he had finally entered.

There is a game today, which is a domestic league in the UK. It has nothing to do with Ice Ridge Krona. The CEO of Ice Ridge Krona took advantage of the weekend to invite his cousin to come out to watch the game.Watching football games in his spare time on weekends is one of Draco's main leisure nowadays. Since he became the actual commander of Ice Ridge Krona, Draco upholds the progressive spirit of doing one line of work and loving one line, and devotes himself wholeheartedly to the struggle of how to strengthen the team Go, even the hobbies have changed.

Draco used to love watching Quidditch too, but not so much.However, his persistence has a purpose, and his purpose is more mature than when he was young. He also has an inevitable philistine-in addition to learning experience from the world's advanced teams, another pursuit is to investigate whether the shares of this team can be bought. .

Mr. Malfoy Jr. had been at the helm of the Quidditch Club for ten years, and the Iceridge Crown's brochures were flattering, but the substance was undeniable.Draco's business ability is very strong, and his performance is very good. No shareholder in the club who is difficult to serve can't frame him against his conscience.

Draco was successful in running the Quidditch club.

However, Mr. Malfoy never forgot that the majority shareholder of Ice Ridge Krona is his cousin Heimdall, and his cousin's trust in him over the years is the basis for Draco to dare to give it a go. Draco can sit firmly on the ice Ridge Krona's top spot, the cousin contributed a lot.So what's the benefit? He won't forget to ask his cousin to make a fortune together, just like running all the way to England to watch the game today.

Cousins ​​usually have only the two of them on game days, and this combination was not intentional, and it became a special date for the two before they knew it.The family members of the two have agreed not to take the initiative to participate. This state has been maintained for many years, and it will continue if there is no accident.

Draco analyzed the strength of the two teams, and also estimated how many galleons he would use to buy and how many individual stocks if the team's performance did not disappoint him.All in all, Mr. Malfoy Jr. is a properly successful person and a winner in life. When it comes to business management, he doesn't know how many major shareholders he has thrown away.

"Don't you want to increase your holdings in Ice Ridge Crown?" Heimdall, who was sitting in the ordinary stands, asked during the game break.

"No." Draco said firmly without hesitation.

"why?"

"In case there is a conflict between the two of us one day...don't look at me like that, it's just a metaphor, well, you don't like it, I mean in case I lose patience with this job one day, I want to walk away point."

"It has nothing to do with the number of holdings. If you want to leave, no one will stop you."

"I believe in you, I am..." Draco paused. "I want to be the controlling shareholder of Putmir United, not an insignificant small retail investor. I want to be a leader who has the right to speak at the general meeting of shareholders."

Draco is definitely a true fan of Putmere United, and he has not given up treatment for so many years.Draco was going to save money and fight for it. One day in the future, for true love, he could even give up the shares of Ice Ridge Crown, and give up everything to occupy a place in the Putmere United Club.

"Thank you for telling me the truth." Heimdall nodded.

Cousin snorted, "You believe it?!" I'm afraid, Lige actually believed it after talking nonsense!In fact, he doesn't have much pursuit of shares, and he prefers to control the market rather than holding shares.

"..." My cousin thought I was being tricked?

The cousin was staggering from side to side with a smile, and the domineering and handsome president's demeanor was gone.

——Excerpt from "Come on, Big Cousin"

one,

"...exciting, it's amazing..."

Mionier pushed away the plate and silently took the wooden cup. Half of the orange juice in the glass was gone, and Mionier looked at the glass in a daze.

"...I rushed over as soon as I heard the news!" The person on the other side was still talking.

Mionir finally gave up the idea of ​​asking for another cup. He told the shameless person who had passed before that he suddenly felt thirsty. He reached out for the wooden cup without any resistance, raised his head and drank it down. He was very kind after drinking Returning the cup to Mionir without hesitation.

Mionir holding an empty glass: "..."

The shameless man continued, "Dad said that Uncle Rieger rejected all kinds of proposals to celebrate him. Dad said that Uncle Rieger should really keep a low profile during this time. I understand the intentions of those people. Uncle Rieger is very young. I think the judges are stupid old men and old women. Uncle Rieger's sudden rise may arouse the jealousy of those incompetent people who put one foot into the coffin. There is no way, who made Uncle Rieger so good..." Shameless Tutu let out an abrupt groan, his eyes were unspeakably rippling and unrestrained, hungry and thirsty. "Ancestors, immortals always make people helpless..."

Hey!

Mionir tried to kill him again.

"Why are you so indifferent! You are a fairy—" Murderous intent flashed in Mionier's eyes, and Riccardo, who knew the essence of seeking good luck and avoiding evil, stopped abruptly. "You're Uncle Rigg's son! Aren't you proud of your father's extraordinary accomplishments? If I were Uncle Rigg's son—"

"You just give up," Mionier interrupted his whimsy unceremoniously. "Sorry, in this life you can only live with 'La Carlini' with regrets!"

Riccardo: "..." In fact, he doesn't really mind the surname Lacarlini, he's just exaggerating.

Mionier's calmness—refusing to shine for Riccardo's succession from the past to the next, this unexpected calmness stung the nerve of Luka's glass heart, and Riccardo said unwillingly: " You have no idea?"

"You said everything for me." Mionir made up his mind not to bloom in front of Riccardo no matter how proud he was.

"You unfilial son!" Riccardo protested angrily.

"It's not your turn to blame." Mionier picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, raised his eyes and smiled at his furious friend, "I understand what you mean, and I will pass it on to my father." "Really?!" Riccardo was overjoyed, pressed his buttocks and sat back down, forgetting to lock the door again when he was overjoyed, "You must speak a few words of kindness for me in front of the fairy, my happiness depends on you brother!" Then I thought happily, "Can you persuade Xianxian to attend my birthday party? It will be next month. I don't have many requests. If the Queen of Yongjie comes in person, I will treat you with courtesy and will never hesitate to sweep the couch. Undress and undress. Take... ah ah ah ah why are you strangling my neck!"

Mionier felt that it should be killed directly.

After making a fuss for a while, Riccardo yelled that he was hungry, and the two of them came and went in the cafeteria, causing the surrounding German school students to look sideways.Riccardo, a non-school student, still attracted quite a lot of attention. Although he didn't realize it himself, it might be because he was used to being watched in public.

Riccardo was holding the plate and devouring it, his mouth could not stay idle while eating, "This seafood soup is so-so... Although the Italian seafood soup I ate at your house last time was not very authentic, it was more fragrant and refreshing, with endless aftertaste, so I Decided to graciously forgive the Knight House house-elves for their lack of work..."

"Thank you for your criticism and affirmation of the food at Knight's Building, but don't you think your table manners need to be improved?" Mionier was very helpless.

Riccardo's free will makes people in the same circle yearn for it, and it also makes people who follow the rules hate it.

"You are not an outsider!" Riccardo said confidently.

Mionier couldn't refute it, and Mr. Lacarlini was always full of loopholes and flawless.

Mionir was silent for a moment, "Won't your father be angry?"

"My dad? No, I never talk to him when we eat."

So this guy is still watching people order dishes, isn't he lacking in heart and lungs as he thought?Mionnier is a bit of a pain in the ass.

"I mean you came to Durmstrang today, does your father know?" Mionnier asked again.

Riccardo, who was eating vigorously, paused dramatically, his expression was not as lively and willful as before, as if he had been hit by a movement prohibition spell, his movements gradually slowed down, and his expression changed from joy to worry.

Mionier understood in seconds.

Riccardo said nothing to the plate.

Riccardo, a preschooler, was able to sit unharmed in Durmstrang's campus because his surname was La Carlini.The Lacarlini family is the main contributor to Durmstrang’s success after a long period of public opinion oppression. The family has been treated with courtesy in Durmstrang for generations. Riccardo’s grandfather and father are also like this. Riccardo who did not enroll can also enjoy the same privileges.

"Your grandfather asked you to come?" Mionier guessed.

The old Lacarlini likes the grandson Riccardo very much, and as of now he is the only seedling in the family, it is not an exaggeration to say that he holds it in his hand.Riccardo wanted to go unimpeded in Durmstrang, but he had to turn to his father or grandfather for help.The younger La Carlini set a bottom line on the issue of educating his son. If Riccardo did not give him a convincing reason, he would not respond to his son's requests; the grandfather La Carlini had nothing to do with his grandson's request. promise.

The old Lacarlini used to be secretly envious and jealous of Rommel, who had a grandson to show off. Now he also has a grandson, and he is still his own-after all, it is different from Mionier. They were not as repulsive to Rommel as before, and they even felt a little sympathetic to each other when they talked about the juniors. Of course, the old Lacarlini concluded afterwards that it was an illusion.

After being reminded by Mionier, Riccardo felt like he was going back just like that. His own butt was in trouble. He looked at Mionir pitifully, "My good buddy, let me stay at your house for a few days to avoid the limelight."

Mionnier smiled, "Okay," then said seemingly carelessly, "Dad is not at home recently, and Dad often runs around. It doesn't matter how long you want to stay."

Living up to expectations, Riccardo immediately changed his tone, "I haven't seen a fake man for a long time, Grandpa Lucius likes me very much, and taught me how to ride a horse last time."

Mionier's eyes sparkled, and he looked envious, "That's great."

Riccardo smirked, feeling more and more great about the latter destination.

two,

It started to rain on Saturday morning, and the residents of the Knights Building suspended their morning exercises. Mionier walked into the restaurant yawning and found that the two fathers had already woken up.It's a habit for the elder daddy to get up early, and it's a habit for the younger daddy to get up early...Mionir looked out the window to make sure he wasn't sleepwalking.

"Good morning, Dad." Mionnier greeted Victor, then turned around and hugged Heimdall affectionately. "Good morning Rigg, any plans for today?"

Heimdall patted his son's head, and pushed the porcelain plate containing the strange milk to the pod that jumped onto the table, and then replied, "Your father and I are going to visit Mr. Ollivander."

"Making wands again?" Mionnell said.

"Do some preparations," Heimdall stroked the back of the pod. "I hope this time it can be done once and for all, and I also want to change the production location."

Over the years, Heimdall has devoted himself to completing wand restoration at home. The experience of unexpectedly meeting the Thestrals in the Knights Tower when he left his soul is deeply rooted, and the return and recovery of the soul is also in the Knights Tower.Heimdall felt that this was an opportunity given by God, and he was unwilling to move the place for more than ten years, just like a superstitious person who firmly believes that praying to God and worshiping Buddha will eventually obey the will of God.

Unfortunately, it has not been able to get his wish.

Heimdall thought that his luck might not be close, so he decided to find another way, and the preparation work was different from the past, and he no longer relied on subjective assumptions.He has adopted the suggestions of many people, and he hopes to get more inspiration from the old people when he visits the old people today.

Mionier reached out his hand enthusiastically, "I can provide a place."

"Your school dormitory?" Da Papa glanced at Mionier and raised the corner of his mouth.

Mionir curled his lips angrily, "Don't underestimate me, I'm a very well-rounded man!"

"You're still a man without even hair." Victor continued to release his taunting skills.

Mionier pouted slightly, and turned to his little dad, "My pen pal said that he would provide a production site, and he also promised that he would never let you down. If you are willing to trust him, you don't need to prepare too much. He has everything there."

To be honest, Heimdall was a little moved, "Would it be too much trouble for your pen pal?" Isn't it bad to come to the door with the cheek of someone who is not a relative?

"No trouble," Mionier said briskly, as if the field belonged to him. "If he finds it troublesome, he will tell me directly, and he will not pretend to say beautiful things, and push back and forth at critical times."

Heimdall considered for a moment, then nodded under Mionir's expectation, "Then trouble your friend, the wand making location is arranged by you!"

Mionier happily accepted the task, and then emphasized, "He is not my friend, he is a pen pal."

Heimdall: "..." Is it different?

Mionier turned his head and gave Big Daddy a provocative look. The latter's eyes were deep, and he returned a neutral look. Mionier turned his head away like a quail, and was cowardly.

During the next breakfast time, the two fathers chatted.

"...Lenato imprisoned Luka for three days." Victor talked about gossip about his colleagues.

Mionier's ears immediately perked up when he heard "Luka".

"And what did that kid do?" Heimdall asked.

Little La Carlini's ability to cause trouble is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"Luca told Lenato to stay at his grandfather's house for a few days. After two days, Lenato couldn't find anyone, and Mr. Lacarini couldn't tell where his grandson had gone. The couple searched everywhere and found nothing. The house-elf of the manor contacted them, and only then did they determine the whereabouts of the child. I heard that Luca has been living in Malfoy Manor, and has never been to grandpa’s house.” If Riccardo continues to be so noisy, Lacarini Jr. will definitely age prematurely.

The master feels that Professor Raccarini's hairline has continued to recede in the past six months, and he hopes it is a psychological effect.

Heimdall laughed repeatedly when he heard that, the rich and colorful life of Riccardo's little friend must have made his peers feel ashamed.

When the two fathers talked, Mionier played deaf and dumb.Riccardo's grandfather would rather let his son and daughter-in-law worry about it than betray his grandson's whereabouts.

After breakfast, the light rain stopped, the dark clouds also dispersed, and the sky turned sunny.

Mionnier took a group of animal companions for a walk in the woods, and left the Knights Building first.

After the couple put on their clothes for going out, Hina came out and said that someone had connected to the fireplace in the Knight's Tower and asked to speak to the masters.

The two walked quickly to the living room, laughter came, and Carlo Jones was on the other side of the fireplace.

[Rig, I've heard all about it, congratulations! 】

The couple smiled, "Hello, Carlo."