HP's Foreign Land

"Go through the stone gate in front and you will be there." Victor turned back and smiled at Heimdall.

Heimdall looked up, but the flying snow covered his vision, and he involuntarily narrowed his eyes.The stone gate is actually an opening inlaid in a khaki stone wall, in the shape of an arch. The two ends of the arc-shaped lintel have animal-shaped capitals, and the lower ends are connected to exquisitely crafted relief-style column shafts and pier.

If Victor hadn't brought him here, he wouldn't have known that there was such a quaint stone wall in Kapok Ancient Town.

Heimdall pondered for a long time but couldn't figure out what kind of animal was on the stigma. At first glance, they looked like elves, but they had dragonfly-like slender and translucent wings, and the fine patterns on the outermost wings were clearly identifiable and lifelike. , which shows the exquisite craftsmanship of the original carving.

[That's Hu Meizi. ] the pod standing on his shoulder told him.

[This is not the same as what I saw in the textbook. ] Heimdall was puzzled.

The Hu Meizi in the textbook picture has a pair of beetle-like shiny wings. It is described in the text that when it flaps, it will make a buzzing vibration sound. , There are antidotes specifically for this type of toxin on the market.

[There are tens of thousands of foxes in the world, and they are as diverse as pet dogs in the Muggle world. It's normal that you haven't seen them. ] Doudou said again, [A long time ago, wizards in some places had the habit of worshiping Humeizi, because Humeizi had a strong reproductive ability. According to the current words, the birth rate of wizards was extremely low at that time, and the population growth was slow. Wizards urgently needed To expand their own ethnic group, all methods were used, including totem worship. ]

[Understood, the common pursuit of the human world, whether it is a wizard or a Muggle, all hope that their race and civilization can last forever and have a long history. 】[The wizard who designed this door at the beginning may have a tendency to worship or demand in this regard. ]

Heimdall turned his gaze away and found that Victor had already passed through the doorway, waiting not far ahead. He looked like he had been waiting for a while, so he hurried over, "Call me, stand and wait stupidly." How cold." Help him pat the snow off his hair and shoulders.

Victor smiled, didn't answer, took his hand, raised his other hand and pointed forward, "It's above that house."

A winding path upwards, on both sides of the road are colored sloping-roofed houses with white walls, black cast iron windows and small balconies, and some balconies are decorated with colorful bonsai, blooming and competing in the continuous snow.

Heimdall looked in the direction Victor pointed, and blinked his eyes several times in surprise, "It's such a big house."

"No." Victor chuckled and repositioned him. "On the top of that house, see if there is a protruding piece, with an orange roof."

Heimdall stared at it for a while, then hesitated, "...the one with the dark green glass window?"

"Correct."

They walked up the path and stopped at the second bend.

Heimdall noticed that the house seemed larger up close.

"Is the rent for this house expensive?" Although Victor seemed to be renting the attic of this house, according to Heimdall's experience, the rent for this kind of house with a particularly grand appearance is not cheap.

"It's okay, within the acceptable range." Victor pulled the doorbell rope hanging on the door, and the crisp doorbell rang. After a while, the old-fashioned carved wooden door inlaid with colored frosted glass was opened a gap, the gap It was dark inside, and a cold wind rushed out along the gap, carrying a strange smell in the wind.

With a "meow", the pod buried its head into the side of Heimdall's neck to avoid the unpleasant smell.

An old wrinkled face appeared behind the door, looking at them warily, as if a little impatient.

Victor said succinctly: "I'm here to inspect the house."

The old man looked at Victor first, then at Heimdall, and closed the door with a bang. Heimdall didn't know why, and was about to ask a question, when Victor squeezed his hand and told him to be safe. impatient.

After a while, the door opened, and the old man handed out a bunch of dirty metal keys, "Go and see for yourself, and we'll talk after you've read it."

Leaving this sentence, the door was completely closed.

Victor didn't take the old man's contemptuous attitude seriously, took the key, and led Heimdall to the back of the big house, through the small bare garden covered by snow, beside a flower wall full of dead climbing roses, A stone staircase follows the exterior wall of the house and leads to the roof.

"Be careful of your feet, it may be a little slippery." Victor let Heimdall go first, and he guarded behind.

Pod was impatient with Heimdall's slow moving speed, jumped off his shoulder, jumped a few times, and then jumped far away, reaching the roof in the blink of an eye. Heimdall shook his head helplessly, knowing that it was restless.

Walking to the end of the stairs, I found that the top is not so much a roof, but a large terrace. Standing on the terrace and looking around, I can see a small half of Kapok Town, shrouded in clouds and snow, and everything I see is white, criss-crossing. There are many people on the road, and above the head, sometimes there are lightning flashes in the clouds, and the thunder rumbles at the far end.

When they stood outside the small door of the attic, the snowflakes became more dense. Victor took his hand and said, "Is it cold?" He opened the orange wooden door, the same color as the roof, with a key, and the wooden door was in the middle. The layout of the relief screen of the goblin digging the wizard's vegetable garden is novel, vivid and impressive.

After finishing the last exam today, Heimdall followed Victor to the ancient town of Kapok to visit the house he rented in the town.Heimdall originally disapproved of him borrowing a house in Kapok Town, but now it is almost certain that he will spend the next school year at Hogwarts, and Victor will graduate before next summer vacation, so it is almost impossible to rent a house in the town. Use it, wasting a year's rent in vain, but Victor has other plans.

"I will continue to live here after graduation." Victor said. "Kapok Town is a pure wizard town, relatively quiet, with convenient transportation, and it is also close to Durmstrang."

That last one is the key.

He has said this, what else can Heimdall say, he really doesn’t want to be too far away from Victor, if Victor can set up camp in the ancient town of Kapok, that would be great, thinking about it like this, he feels at ease many.

"You can rent it after you graduate." Heimdall still felt a bit wasteful.

"I just want to get this settled sooner."

"What do your parents say?" Heimdall intuitively thought that Victor's father would not like the fact that his only son's wings had hardened so early. It would mean that he had moved out of the house, and living in a school dormitory was not the same concept.

"My mother is responsible for making him understand." Victor looked unwilling to talk more.

So Victor's dad doesn't actually "get it"? !

Heimdall raised his eyebrows, "You just need to understand what you're doing."

Behind the orange wooden door is a small entrance, about five or six square meters. On the left wall is a cabinet that is as tall as a person. It is divided into two parts. A few wooden hooks are used to hang coats, the mirror is being covered by a white cloth at the moment; the lower part of the cabinet is a shoe cabinet, the partition is covered with thick dust, and there are cobwebs in the corner, which may be left unused long time.

[This house has not been lived in for some years. ] Pod commented after looking around.

The entrance was facing a wooden window. The green window frame was painted mottled and looked very old. Heimdall frowned and glanced at the window, then looked away. The left and right sides of the entrance led to different areas.

There is a door on the wall to the left of the entrance. Behind the door is a kitchen of about ten square meters. There is a small dining table in it, that is, the dining room and the kitchen are combined together.The visit to the first floor ends here, it is very simple, the entrance and the kitchen - including the dining room.There is a wooden escalator on the right side of the entrance leading directly to the second floor. The escalator is walnut-colored and looks solid. It creaks when stepped on. Heimdall pressed it with his hands, and several steps in the middle tend to break.

Heimdall withdrew his hand and nodded.

There is also a window on the wall facing the stairs on the second floor. Its appearance is almost the same as that of the first floor. When I pressed it with my hand, the paint fell off rustlingly, and Heimdall nodded again.

There are two rooms on the second floor, a small bathroom and a not-so-small bedroom.Heimdall took a visual inspection and found that the bedroom is about 60 square meters, with a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe. There are only these three pieces of furniture in the room.

That's why the large glass windows that slant inward at a fifteen-degree angle that occupy the entire wall are particularly eye-catching. To be more precise, they are not glass windows, but a glass wall.

"Is this the green window I saw just now?" Heimdall exclaimed. "I didn't expect it to be so big." Excitedly ran to the glass wall, touching and looking curiously.From the outside, it is a green window, which has a certain shielding effect. From the inside of the house, it is ordinary glass, and the light transmission performance is very good.

Most of the residences in Kapok Ancient Town are designed with large glass windows. There is no sunlight all day long, and the sunlight is scarce. It gets dark after four o’clock in the evening. Houses with insufficient lighting have to be lit 24 hours a day, so the glass windows sing in design. Apart from the protagonist, of course, there are also those who don't like sufficient light, such as the landlord just now.

Victor naturally heard the undisguised love in Heimdall's tone, and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth: "I just fell in love with this glass wall at first sight."

"You can move the bed here." Heimdall stood by the glass wall and gestured. "This position is right on the opposite fireplace, and it will be very warm when the stove is lit."

He also found that there were a lot of metal shelves placed beside the glass wall. The shelves were high and low, and they were put together like a set of metal shelves.

The pods couldn't help but move around, and jumped up and down the shelf to drill back and forth, up and down.

Heimdall coughed lightly, and the podcat, who was having a great time playing, froze there, and then quickly jumped to the ground while people were not paying attention, avoiding the shelf for a long time.

Heimdall laughed dumbfounded.

"It's from the previous tenant," Victor told him. "I heard that the previous tenant was a magic plant cultivator."

Heimdall nodded, and he saw empty flower pots and bags of flower fertilizer, as well as shovels, water bottles and other utensils piled up in the corner.

"You can also grow some flowers and plants, plants can purify the air..." Heimdall happily advised him, and Victor listened to his chirping quietly, the upturned corner of his mouth never falling.

They left the attic and descended the stone stairs into the street.

"How is it?" Victor asked.

"... There are still many problems with this house." Heimdall said cautiously.

"You feel bad?"

"Pretty good."

Victor is more concerned about what he said "there are still many problems".

"Which house has nothing wrong with it. If you want to be picky, no house can get full marks. I lived in a house that was a hundred times worse than this one. At that time, the landlord made a lot of hype about that dilapidated house." Heimdall nodded, For sure. "This house is already very good, the key is what you think, not me, what do you think?"

Victor tried his best to ignore the "I lived in a house that was a hundred times worse than this" in his words, and ignored the resulting discomfort in his heart, "It's enough for me to have a bed to sleep in."

Heimdall laughed and joked, "You are the young master, Mr. Krum, how can you not have any material pursuits?! I am so sorry for your status!"

"Anyway, I have enjoyed everything I can enjoy." Victor said nonchalantly.

Heimdall thought something bad, could this guy have reached the state of indifference?

"How do you plan to negotiate with the landlord later?" Heimdall asked worriedly.

"Tell him to sign the contract and pay the money."

Heimdall snatched the key from him, and gave a serious warning, "I'll talk to the landlord, don't talk later, keep silent, pretend to be deep, look around, or be vicious, whatever you want, just don't say."

Seeing that he was serious, Pod hesitated for a moment, and jumped onto Victor's shoulder.

"Okay." Victor nodded with a smile.

"Don't laugh either!"

They circled back to the front door of the house and knocked on the door a second time.

"How long has the previous tenant been gone?" Heimdall cut to the point, and the old man was taken aback by the question.

"what happened?"

Heimdall didn't respond, and asked again, "Did you go in and see the house while it was closed?"

"Is there any problem?" The old man asked suspiciously.

Heimdall still ignored him, but the old man's answer confirmed his thoughts, so he said, "I almost fell down the stairs."

The old man opened his mouth with a look of disbelief.

Heimdall ignored him, and exaggeratedly gestured with his hands, describing how dangerous the stairs were, and how dangerous it was at the time, "...I didn't expect to step on the empty space, and then found that the wooden boards on it were broken...and that The window, touch it until the paint falls off, look, it's my hand..." The essence of bluffing people is to be true and false, to be true and false, and to grasp the scale, if you can fool yourself Believe it or not, it will be a big success.

Only then did Victor understand why he rubbed his hands against the window frame just now.

"...and the bathroom, the faucet can't be turned off." This problem does exist, so Heimdall's pickiness is even more profound.

The landlord felt guilty, and as the problems were "revealed" by Heimdall one by one, the guilty expression became more and more obvious.

"It's not worth it." Heimdall said decisively.

"What?" The old man was dazed by him.

"I paid money to rent this house, but I have to renovate it myself. With the same price, I can definitely find a house in the town that I don't have to deal with myself, and I can move in directly." Heimdall shook his head, looking disappointed. The keys were handed out.

The old man didn't answer, and said with a stiff expression: "The gentleman has already agreed to rent it, and I even prepared the contract."

Heimdall immediately retorted confidently: "A verbal promise has no legal effect. I only recognize legal documents and my own signature."

The old man was anxious when he found out that he really planned to "go back on his promise". The population turnover value of Kapok Town tends to zero, and the harsh environment makes few outsiders willing to live here for a long time. The house has been closed for a long time, and it has been several years since the previous tenant returned the key It was a matter of the past, and I finally had a chance to rent it out. After passing this village, it would be difficult to find another shop.

Kapok Ancient Town cannot retain people, especially young people.

"What are you going to do?" The old man finally let go.

Heimdall grasped the key tightly, slowly withdrew his hand, and said with a smile: "Your decision is extremely correct, what can't you sit down and talk about, everything is easy to discuss." The tone of a profiteer is vivid.

"Meow~~~" A certain cat couldn't help meowing.

Someone couldn't help laughing.

***

They returned to another rental house on the Midsummer Avenue branch road, which was the house that Rommel had rented.

Before Heimdall took out the key, the door opened.

"Dad, have you arrived?" Heimdall walked in quickly in surprise.

Bean Pod jumped off his shoulders, walked lightly into the room, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The father and son kissed each other on the cheeks and said a few words affectionately. Then Rommel looked up and said in a neutral tone, "Hello, Krum."

"Hello." Victor smiled shortly, passed Rommel, and walked in behind Heimdall.

Rommel raised his eyebrows and closed the door.

Heimdall walked into the spacious living room, "Did you just arrive?" He didn't see the hot tea, Dodoma was fast, always one step ahead of the master, thinking about what the master thought, and being anxious about the master's urgency, This is very rare today.

Rommel walked into the living room and sat down in the old seat, "Dodoma is on vacation today, and I'm going to make tea by myself."

Heimdall immediately stood up, "I'll go." Then he realized a problem, "Xina is also on vacation today."

Maybe at this moment, he and Dodoma are creating a sweet two-person world somewhere...

Rommel didn't expect to run into Hina's vacation.

This was a rule set by a certain patriarch of the clan on a whim a long time ago. House elves on vacation have the right not to respond to their master's call, and any form of call can be ignored.

"That is to say, we can't get through the days of clothes, hands, food, and mouth for the time being?"

"It should be." Heimdall smiled.

Rommel rubbed his forehead. It was really inconvenient not to have house-elves around, but he was not inseparable from them. He had experienced poverty before, and now he was much richer than before. He would definitely not be able to starve himself and his son. As for the other one... it can be ignored.

"I know where Hina put the recipes, and there are several dishes that Dodoma taught her. If you don't mind, I can try to cook according to the recipes." Heimdall interpreted Rommel's actions as Anxious, thinking that he is not used to the food outside.

Rommel suddenly became interested, "Do you know how to cook?"

"It just burns, so I can't guarantee the taste." Heimdall didn't dare to exaggerate. Food is a thing that you can tell if it's good or bad.

Rommel immediately gave up the idea of ​​taking his son out for dinner, and waited patiently for the dinner time while drinking the not-so-appetizing tea made by Heimdall.

Heimdall hinted many times, hoping that his father would understand that his expectations should not be set too high, and he didn't know whether Rommel had listened to him or not.He rummaged through the room for a while and found Sheena's recipe in a trunk pocket.

His house-elves were heavily influenced by him, and also believed that a good memory is worse than a bad pen, while Heimdall was influenced by Carlo.

In the living room downstairs, Rommel and Victor stared at each other, and the atmosphere became more and more dull and awkward, but neither of them was interested in digging out the so-called common language.

Victor also poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and laughed silently. This smile immediately stimulated Rommel, and he glanced at him sideways.

Victor suppressed his smile, and said slowly: "It seems that he brews all the tea leaves like this."

Although he didn't want to admit it, Rommel couldn't help muttering, "There is only one kind of coffee." It was still Snow's favorite drink.

Victor sat for a while, couldn't sit still anymore, put down his glass and said, "I'll go and have a look."

Rommel was noncommittal, sitting on the sofa and continuing to drink the not-so-good tea.

In the huge kitchen, Heimdall was holding a kitchen knife and talking to himself with the recipe.

"How's it going?" Victor walked into the kitchen.

Heimdall was taken aback, and almost handed out the knife when he turned around.

Victor, who was one step away, was stunned by the knife point that suddenly pierced in front of him, and after seeing it clearly, he said, "Do you have any dissatisfaction with me?"

"I'm very sorry." Heimdall quickly put the knife back on the sink.

"How's it going?" Victor walked over to have a look, surprised, "It looks good."

It’s really good. Heimdall is very quick in the early stage preparations. Everything that needs to be washed, cut and peeled is done. Now it’s time to cook on the stove, but the biggest problem for Heimdall is sitting in the pot. Ignite...

"These recipes look very complicated." Heimdall said embarrassedly.

His level is slightly better than that of instant noodles. The highest level he has achieved is mixed rice, but these ingredients are not suitable for making mixed rice. The most important thing is that there is no rice in the kitchen, only flour.

"It's not an exam, you still plan to memorize the recipe?" Victor leaned over to read the recipe with him.

"Don't dare to do it if you don't read it well." Heimdall recited it word for word.

Victor took out the recipe from his hand, quickly scanned a few lines, and said, "It doesn't look very complicated, okay, let me do it, you help me."

"You do it?" Heimdall asked in surprise.

"If you want to do it, keep doing it." Victor said and returned the recipe to him, but Heimdall pushed it back.

"I knew what I was doing so busy!"

By the way, it turned out that Victor said that he could cook.

Heimdall gestured to take off his apron.

"Don't untie it, just wear it." Victor stopped him.

"I don't cook."

"This apron is very good." Victor nodded towards him, the smile rippling in his eyes was deep and erotic. "It's really nice, it looks very homely and feels very special."

Heimdall rolled his eyes at him, talking nonsense, he was wearing a standard half white apron, he looked like a western chef, where did he live at home? !

"I mean that you make me very impulsive by dressing up like this." Victor took a large basin and beat eggs into it.

Heimdall stuffed the eggbeater into his hand, and patted his butt frivolously, "Hurry up and turn your impulse into action, or dinner time will be late."

On the exaggerated long table that seats ten people, Rommel, who was sitting in the main seat, looked at the plates of meals that were very attractive in appearance and aroma, speechless for a long time, "...these are Krum made?"

"The preparation work such as washing and cutting vegetables in the early stage was done by Lige." Victor put the soup in front of Heimdall.

Heimdall and his father looked at each other, and laughed a few times in embarrassment.

A meal was eaten quietly.

To be honest, Victor's craftsmanship is really good. Heimdall happily gnawed on the fragrant roasted chicken drumstick that Victor specially made for him, and nodded desperately to his boyfriend, expressing his affirmation of his technique.

Victor ate the staple food slowly, and lifted the napkin to wipe his mouth from time to time, taking care of him meticulously.

What's rare is that Rommel didn't make a strange coughing sound, as if he didn't see anything, and his eyes always fell on other places, as if he was savoring the mushrooms on the plate.

Later, Victor's actions became more and more serious, and Rommel did not see the slightest dissatisfaction.

Heimdall felt strange, and couldn't help worrying about his father's physical condition, and even Victor became honest.

Rommel never thought that his "acquiescence" would cause his son's uneasiness. When he found a boyfriend who seemed to be dissatisfied with desire, his father was very happy and couldn't help but eat.

The reason why he turned a blind eye just now is simply a reward to Krum.

Rommel thought to himself that, even if there were no house-elves, someone would serve his son at his meal, as he ate the delicious meal.

At least there is something redeeming.On this point, Dad is basically satisfied.