HP's Foreign Land

Anyone who is familiar with Heimdall's handwriting is not beautiful, and all the wizards in the various departments of the International Federation of Wizards who have worked with him are also aware of it. Senior officials took it as a joke, and every time Rommel participated in routine international meetings, he was always teased.

Those seemingly harmless jokes could not shake the strong psychological defense of Chairman Sturluson. For Rommel, there was nothing he could not listen to, only what he did not want to hear.And when did handwriting become the criterion for evaluating a person's ability to work?The more someone used his son to tease and ridicule him, the more excited he was.There are so many people who are popular, which shows that his son has a value in the eyes of those old things with malicious intentions.

Let's not mention Grandpa Long's different psychological activities from ordinary people.

At first, Heimdall felt guilty and guilty when he learned of this situation. Father Rommel's handwriting is famous for its flowery and jade-like printed characters.Heimdall felt that he was a hindrance. It was obviously not his father's problem, but he made the other party face the insinuations of his colleagues.

In fact, the quasi-judge Stulusong once made up his mind to improve the appearance of the characters. After fooling himself for a period of time, he gave up his efforts after fishing for three days and drying the net. Focus on work and earning money.

This self-hypnosis was not to say successful, since then his peace of mind has become more and more unbreakable, so what if his handwriting is ugly, he is neither an art nor a literary worker, neat and clear, the same size, as long as he can understand it!Later, he pretended not to deliberately talk to his assistant Fiona about which judge's work report in IW was easy to understand and thought-provoking, and which one was gorgeous but full of bullshit.

What made him feel at ease was that Fiona thought his work reports belonged to the former; what made him feel uncomfortable was that the well-written reports that Fiona concluded were typical examples that couldn't be put on the table.

Of the three members of the Knight House family, only Heimdall's handwriting is the most informal. The master's handwriting is recognized as smooth and stylish. Even Mionnell, who was able to complete a series of steps such as writing and sending letters a few years ago, can't talk about it with one hand. The imitation works of the above personality seem to be stronger than the "neatness" that the quasi-judge comforts himself.

Heimdall's melancholy lasted about an hour.

The birthday gift he gave his son that year was a notebook with a date refresh function.After thinking about it, Heimdals didn't do the kind of thing that forced his son to work hard because he couldn't write well. He felt that his son was still young, so if he wrote more, he might be able to write well...

This cloth-covered notebook that told the time followed Mionier throughout his life.

——Excerpt from "The Black History of Judge S"

one,

Carlo's fireplace meeting was very sudden, but for good reason, he was planning to call a class reunion for graduates of the same year.Carlo is the initiator and organizer of the class reunion.Mr. Jones, who worked in a newspaper office, was especially able to come to work when he was young. There was no job he couldn't get in, and there was no occasion he couldn't support. The deputy editor-in-chief of "Mercury News" is not a moth who just takes money and doesn't work. He has devoted himself to promoting his style in his work these years, and he is very popular among readers.

[You must come, otherwise I will despise you on behalf of my classmates! 】 Carlo joked.

"Don't set the meeting time too far, it's up to you if I can't go then." Heimdall laughed.

[How could I make such a low-level mistake! 】 Carlo yelled.

Heimdall got used to his flamboyant tone. Carlo had been like this when he was a student, and when he joined the newspaper office to play his strengths, he naturally brewed it even more superbly.

Carlo said again, 【I've heard it all, it's amazing, it's amazing...】

Heimdall had no answer, so Carlo couldn't hold back, [If the Mercury News didn't match the international Wizengamot's focus, I would have applied for an exclusive interview a long time ago. ] "Thank you," Heimdall said. "How are the preparations for the class reunion? Has everyone been notified?"

He said that in his mouth, but he actually decided in his heart that this was not a difficult task.

The magic school is a bit better, with a limited number of students in each class. Durmstrang's pure-blood admission mode reduces the number of students by half on the original basis.Heimdall's class hadn't expanded the enrollment scale yet, and the flower buds came in one after another before graduation, and finally realized the yin-yang balance strategy of the pseudo-monk school.

There are only a few graduates in the same grade as Heimdall. As long as they are not so withdrawn as invisible people during their studies, they will basically not miss anyone or misidentify anyone. The number of students in a grade is not as high as one Muggle school. The number of people in the class.

【you are the first. 】Carol said "Look how much I care about you".

"Thank you for treating me so highly." Heimdall laughed.

[Vanity or not? 】

"vanity."

【Are you happy? 】

"happy."

Carlo clapped his hands, [I still want to contact someone else, I won't tell you more, I will contact you when the specific time is confirmed. ] Heimdall didn't make it clear whether he would go or not, so he hung up in a hurry.

Heimdall looked at Victor beside him with a funny look, and was about to speak when the fireplace switched on again with a bang, and it was Carlo.

[Look at my memory,] Carlo turns to Victor. 【Is Mr. Referee free?Can you give me a face? ] "Your classmates are allowed to bring family members?" Victor grinned.

[Of course, besides, can ordinary family members be compared with you?Rejecting others can't reject you either! ] Carlo has said so much, Victor has to save face, "Okay, then I will go with Rigg."

Fearing that Carlo would be in a hurry to "hang up the phone" again, Heimdall hurriedly interjected, "Is your honey going?"

[Go, I should go, why, miss my honey? 】

"I think about it, please be sure to fulfill my request that I am extremely eager to see." Heimdall exaggeratedly held his heart.

Carlo smiled brightly, 【Your wish must be fulfilled! 】

The "honey" in the two populations is the daughter of Carlo and his wife Susan. She follows her father in body shape. It's like the flea honey candy sold by Honeydukes, hence the nickname of honey.

Carlo loves Mitang very much, mainly because he and Susan have had a rough time in childbirth, and after years of hard work, they have not been able to bear fruit. Before Mitang arrived, the two even considered adopting one. People look forward to being checked out when exhausted.The degree of joy can be imagined, that month Carlo frantically knocked on the doors of all his relatives and friends, and spread the good news that made him ecstatic.The couple regard the hard-won honey as their lifeline, especially the father Carlo, who can't wait to carry his daughter with him wherever he goes.

Honey came late in the circle of friends. She is the youngest among a group of young friends. She is only two years old this year. She just spoke clearly. She is much younger than Draco's youngest daughter, and because of this, she has been baptized by the other party. , and was finally defeated by Mi Tang's unaware star eyes. From then on, the domineering little princess hid away when she saw Mi Tang.

Honey likes Victor very much. It may be influenced by her mother. Although Susan is not a die-hard fan, it is an indisputable fact that there is a poster of the master hanging at home. Honey can’t remember anything else. I was deeply impressed, the first time we met, I grabbed the master and smirked, and she turned a deaf ear to her father's sweet words, which made Carlo's face turn green with jealousy. It can be seen that the subtle influence on children's education cannot be ignored.

[Just come with your family. ] Carlo suggested.

Heimdall knew that the fat brother was going to let his wife and children join the battle, "I'll talk to Xiaomi, and if he wants to, he can take him with him." Mionier seems to be very busy with business since he started school.

Carlo confirmed the completion of this link, interrupted the fireplace connection, this time it was really hung up.

two,

"Uncle Rieger, I'll come to communicate with the other party later. If the other party has any illicit intentions, I can find out at a glance. My grandfather said that I have a clear eye since I was careful, and ordinary people can't deceive me!" Riccardo puffed up his small chest, and walked along Before and after the saddle, brush the sense of existence with life.

Heimdall smiled, "Okay, then I will trouble you."

Riccardo is beaming with joy, Emma, ​​being praised by Xianxian, she must perform well in a while~~~

Claire sneered, dressed more crisply and extravagantly than Riccardo, a real man, completely inherited Lucius' profound concept of "there is no pretense but more pretense" in dressing, and the stranger who didn't know the inside story No one would doubt Claire's gender.In order to show his true masculinity with tolerance, Riccardo was so concerned that he pretended not to hear.

"Just be quiet for a while! If you keep going upside down like this, you won't have the strength to show off for a while, and we will depend on you." Mionier's complaints made Riccardo's unrestrained temper cool down.

Seeing that Riccardo was a little sluggish, Heimdall patted the other person's head, and Riccardo immediately revived on the spot full of blood and blue, jumping more enthusiastically than before.

Mionnier silently stared at the little dad who dismantled the stage: Dad, don't bring such a QAQ Heimdall: I'm sorry, Dad must pay attention next time.

Master: Dare to ask your little dad to apologize, it's the wrong way!

Mionier: ...I'm more and more sure now that I'm biological!

The number of participants in today's wand repair trip was two more than expected. The family of three that Mionier was looking forward to on the weekend trip was exposed in advance because of his lack of words. Claire was the first to jump out and asked to watch. Riccardo thought secretly On the pretext of showing his face at Xianxian, Claire's simple and rude reason for onlookers—that is, there is no reason, deeply stimulated Riccardo's male self-esteem, so he ran to the gate of the Knights Building before dawn.

Dodoma, a romantic husband who made an appointment with his wife to watch a movie on the weekend, saw a sneaky figure wandering around the Knights Tower from a long distance. If he hadn't planned to observe for a while out of caution, he would have recognized Riccardo. Identity, Riccardo's little friend is likely to be regarded as an outlaw by the elf, and thrown into the secret cell of the Stulusson family for unknown interrogation.

When Mionier still had a toothbrush in his mouth, he suddenly saw Luka, who was in high spirits, and sprayed the foam in his face.It was completely different from Riccardo's squatting and guarding like illegal trading, Claire chose the masters of the Knights House to come to the door after breakfast, and they still carried specially selected gifts in their hands.

"Look, learn more!" Mionier ate the cake sent by Claire, not to mention the stupid classmate Luka.

"I'm different from a fake man who pretends to be a fake," Riccardo said forcefully, holding up his fork. "I offer a sincere heart, not a tool to buy people's hearts in exchange for money!"

"In this case, don't eat it," Claire drank the black tea mixed with jam, "Don't spit and stuff it into your mouth, isn't it a prop to buy people's hearts, aren't you afraid of being bought by me?"

"If I don't eat it, how can I be sure that this is a prop to buy people's hearts? I used my life to detect the inner nature of your sinister intentions for Xiaomi!" Riccardo didn't buy Claire's aggressive method, and quickly stuffed the cake into his mouth , eat no less than Mionir, a sweet tooth.

Claire pursed her lips, not messing around with classmate Luka, otherwise she would go crazy.

So today's family trip has two more followers.

three,

It was a specialty herbal store, Riccardo looked around the door for a long time and came to the above conclusion.

Five people stood by the street lamp across the street. Outside the shop defined by Riccardo as a herb specialty store, there was a magic advertising light box. Cute - Claire said, with the colorful flashes on the tentacles, the limp body undulates up and down, and the movement of imitating crawling is surprisingly harmonious and natural.

Except for Claire, no one felt that the light box had the function of attracting guests.

Mionir's pen pal in the Middle East has a very long name, and Mionir called him "Doha" in the letter, which is also the name that the other party kindly reminded Mionir to use.

The two of them had never seen each other before, so when a group of people looked across the street, not only the light box was weird, but even the signboard looked like a few unique herb shops, a person swaggered out of the door and waved towards this side.

"Is he greeting us?" Riccardo asked uncertainly.

"Didn't you say to leave it to you? It's time for you to perform, come on brother!" Claire spoke very smoothly.

"How can I steal the show, that's Xiaomi's pen pal!"

Claire sneered, "It's unreliable at critical times, I should have understood long ago."

Riccardo was about to revolt violently, but Mionir walked over quickly and met the dark-skinned Middle Eastern wizard with a mustache on the opposite side, who was wearing a special ethnic Arabian white robe.

"I must admit that I have never dealt with wizards in the Middle East." Riccardo muttered while looking across the street.

"No matter what you say now, I will think it is a cover you use to cover up your timidity." Claire sighed with an expression of "I have long since given up hope in you", "Xiaomi is still reliable."

Heimdall patted Claire on the shoulder and walked over there with Victor. Mionnier seemed to have a good conversation with him.

Riccardo was startled, and then wept with his head in his arms. He forgot that Xianxian was looking at him. He should have taken the lead without hesitation just now. Riccardo, who felt that he had missed the perfect opportunity to express himself, was so sad that he couldn't care less about flirting with Claire. , drifting past lonely.

Claire stuck out her tongue and followed behind Riccardo.

Mr. Doha is a passionate Qatari wizard. He is not very fluent in spoken English, but he can speak a little German. According to his own introduction, his wife speaks French very well, and he is also deeply influenced, so when Doha talks to them, he basically speaks three languages. Use in rotation.Fortunately, this is not an insurmountable obstacle for today's five guests.

Mr. Doha's eyes are very energetic. His facial features are not European-style handsome, but different from the depth of Westerners. He has the unique charm of the Arab nation. He has black eyes, thick black eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and There are beards that cannot be ignored, and beards are the characteristics of Arab men, which are inseparable from their beliefs. Perhaps they also believe in "no hair on the mouth can't do things well."

"Thank you for your generosity." Heimdall held out his hand.

"You're a fairy? I've been waiting for a long time!" Doha held Heimdall's hand with a smile on his pipe.

Heimdall was in a trance for a while with his pipe in his mouth, and when he looked carefully, he felt that it was his own illusion just now...

Heimdall glanced at Mionier, who immediately raised his arm and made a cross on his chest: I didn't say that!

Heimdall looked away without changing his expression, "My name is Heimdall Strulusson."

The pipe in Doha's mouth turned up, "Nice to meet you, Xianxian."

"..." Heimdall withdrew his hand and stepped aside.

Doha turned to the master, and the two reached out and shook hands at the same time.

"My son is your admirer." There was no other expression on Doha's face when he said this.

"My honor." The master didn't take Doha's compliment to heart, thinking it was an ordinary polite remark. After all, the master hasn't played much in recent years, and according to Doha's appearance, he doesn't seem to be very old—a normal middle-aged uncle Will you deliberately make pen pals with underage?Today's little doll can't understand where the master's charm comes from.

"I'll take you to see the venue." Doha is a cheerful person.

Riccardo, who was gearing up for an earth-shattering self-introduction, suddenly thought about it and was terrified. This is too far from his imaginary appearance. He still wants to get away with the other party. Don’t think that he didn’t see the other party holding the fairy He was still unwilling to let go of his hand, with bad intentions, sinister intentions, and evil plots...

"Luka!" Heimdall's call instantly drew back Riccardo's little friend's attention.

"Hey, it's coming!" Riccardo was elated, and chased after him bouncing around.

From now on, immortals will be fans forever! ! !