HP's Foreign Land

As soon as Victor pushed open the door, he heard Xiaobayan's thin scream, "Weiwei, come back."

Then he saw Heimdall dropping the things in his hand and walking towards him, Viktor couldn't help cheering up, only Merlin knew what happened to him that night.

"Come back, have you eaten yet?" Heimdall took his thick cloak.

"Ate."

The master couldn't help but covered the pocket of his robe with his hands. Only he knew that there was something extra in it, something that wasn't there when he went out, so he felt a little guilty when he faced Heimdall's smiling face.

"Eat, eat." Xiao Ba yelled while lying on Heimdall's back.

It is now so big that it can no longer squat on its head, and it is not as agile as a pod cat. After searching for a new place for a long time, it finally settled down on Heimdall's back.

As a result, every time Heimdall walked past other German school students, he always gave them a scare. Not everyone could be indifferent to a football-sized spider on their backs.

"There's something wrong with you, isn't the meeting going well?" After all, it's the person who shares the same bed, just as Victor knows Heimdall's subconscious behavior well, and Heimdall is equally aware of his unusual behavior. Seeing the fire like seeing the fire.

"Baby, I'm sorry." Victor hugged him.

Heimdall was stunned by this sudden apology, and said with a dark face: "Are you in love with someone else?"

After a long, long time, Victor shook his head slowly.

"...A woman told you that she had your baby? Today you are going to see your baby's mother—ah!" Heimdall screamed suddenly, because Victor rubbed the side of his neck Bite hard.

"Can you stop being so imaginative?" Victor was angry, "Also, don't discredit me!" In Rommel's eyes, he was already black enough.

"After thinking about it, it seems that these are the only things I'm sorry for." Heimdall shrugged.

Master Krum took him for granted, walked to the sofa and sat down in two steps, turned his head away, and made a fuss.

"Victor?" Heimdall tried to call him.

He ignored it.

"Honey?" Heimdall continued.

Still no response.

Heimdall walked over, sat beside him and looked at him, Victor turned his face to the other side, Heimdall pursed his mouth and leaned forward to kiss his face, and said loudly, "Wei Wei, Wei Wei Wei, don't be angry."

Xiao Ba echoed behind him, "Angry, angry."

"Don't be angry."

"I'm angry, I'm angry."

"Your lord has a lot, don't be as knowledgeable as I am."

"Knowledge, know."

"You're so stupid, so of course I'm also stupid."

"No brain, no brain."

"The person I met today is Rommel." Victor suddenly turned his face back.

Heimdall was silent for a second and then blinked, "See my dad?"

"Dad, Daddy."

Seeing that Heimdall finally changed his face, Victor's expression looked extremely cunning.

Heimdall's cheeks twitched, and he touched his back with his backhand. It took some effort to pull Xiao Bayan down and gently put it on the ground, "Be obedient, go and play with Olar."

Xiao Ba walked around Heimdall's feet a few times, and found that he was ignoring him, and realized that he really didn't want to play with him anymore, so he turned around and ran out of the room.

Heimdall looked lifeless, "That means you've taken a fancy to my dad?!"

Now Victor's face was full of black lines. He knew that he did it on purpose, but he still couldn't keep his composure. He looked fiercely at Heimdall, "I'll bite you to death!"

Heimdall remained calm, "Why did you meet?"

"For you." Victor suddenly smiled, and took out the photo album from his pocket. "Sorry, I told Rommel everything in exchange for your photo album." "...Tell me everything?" In fact, Heimdall had a certain awareness just now, and now he heard a definite answer , but accepted it calmly.

Victor nodded helplessly, "I really want this photo album."

Heimdall took the photo album, turned a few pages, and burst into tears.

"The house in Knockturn Alley is full of bad photos. At the time, Snow said it was a proof of his growth, so he put them all away. There are three copies in the drawer in my room."

Victor froze.

Heimdall looked sad, "You really like it so much, I can give it all to you."

The two stared at each other silently for three seconds.

Victor took a deep breath, took the photo album back, carefully hid it in his suitcase, and when everything was ready, he walked back and sat down again, took Heimdall's hand and said, "You must keep your word. "

Dare he really miss those photos?

Heimdall laughed dumbfounded, thought for a while and said, "You also need to give me some photos of you."

"No problem." Victor answered very readily.

The two looked at each other and smiled, everything was in silence.

[Tired and crooked, so tired and crooked to disgusting! ] The pod cat bluffed suddenly, startling the two of them.

Heimdall squinted, "The door is over there, please come in."

The pod cat is not happy, [Why should I go? ] With a flick of his tail, he leaned against the snoring toffee and stopped moving.

The corners of Heimdall's mouth curled up.

Victor shook his head, this way of expressing intimacy between a man and a cat is always so distorted.

"I have something to ask you, please read this first." Heimdall handed a card on the small desk to Victor.

Victor took the Turkish blue card, a rectangular card about the size of a palm, with milky white cursive letters GWB printed on the four corners, opened the card, and found it was empty.

"You don't remember?" Heimdall pondered his boyfriend's expression.

Victor hesitantly rubbed the four sides of the card with his fingers. After a while, he found that the corners of the card were fuzzy, and the back was a little worn. This was a trace of use, but there were no words inside.

Victor suddenly remembered something, drew out his wand, pointed it at the blank paper, and said, "Vault 067, Gringotts Wizarding Bank."

As if seeing the sun through the clouds, clusters of handwriting emerged on the elegant blue paper, gradually becoming clear in the circles and ripples.

【Gringotts Wizarding Bank Vault 067

Users: Ivan Vasilyevich, Yolf Sien Sturluson] Viktor stared at these words in a daze, "How did you get this proof of right to use?"

"It was given to me by a wanted man named Shehu Shagari." Then he briefly talked about the party that Professor Katenen took him to.

Victor was amazed, it was hard to believe that after several centuries, the right to use vault 067 was returned to them in such a dramatic way.

Heimdall was filled with emotions, and at the same time felt chills in his heart. These old guys are really not simple. No matter what they know or how much they know, this certificate with Jolf's name alone is enough to be recognized in today's Sri Lanka. An earthquake is triggered in the Turusong family.

From this, Heimdall realized the great powers and daunting scheming of the old villains.

The national branches of Gringotts Wizarding Bank are the expansion of the territory after years of growth in performance. There was only one Gringotts Bank at the beginning, and the initial vault only had one hundred numbers from 000 to 099, which is the so-called initial vault.

To put it bluntly, the current initial vault is actually a VIP vault. It is said that users of the initial vault can get personalized services that ordinary vault users do not have.

According to the values ​​of the goblins, the creators are the owners, of course they will not let people use the initial treasury in vain. Proof of use will be issued to you.However, it may not be possible to use it with a proof of use, because the goblins themselves can't tell where the key to the vault is.

In the era when 100 vaults were socially oriented, the use rights and vault keys were issued at the same time. When the deposit and withdrawal of a certain vault ceased for 100 years, the goblins would take back the right to use the vault, but they would not be at the same time. Take back the key, because once the access is taken back, you can't use the vault even if you have the key.

But this created a huge problem for the later applicants for the treasury. Gringotts distributed the right to use the treasury, but there was no key.

The goblins declared that the Galleons were produced by them by tossing the wizards, and they will return them sooner or later. The goblins have created wealth, and the wizards are just renters.

To create is to own, which is the central idea of ​​the goblin value system, which cannot be doubted.

A few centuries later, Shagari handed over the right to use the No. 067 vault to Heimdall, but Heimdall couldn't remember the whereabouts of the key to the vault. Suddenly, there is no way to know what happened behind, so what about the other user of the vault?Does he know something?

Heimdall asked the master, "Do you still have any memory?"

Victor frowned and thought for a long time. Maybe Vasilyevich conveyed too much information to him, and the expression looked like the processor version was too low, which caused the running speed to be too slow.

Heimdall didn't make a fuss. Victor seemed to be the same as himself, not willing to have those dreams.Because it is difficult to control oneself in the dream, it feels terrible to be at the mercy of others, and Victor is a perverted person with a strong desire for self-control, so the more dreams he has, the more he rejects that life. Once people reject it, they will habitually ignore it and think It's normal to not get up.

"It's fine if you don't remember it." Before Heimdall could speak, the pods suddenly jumped to Victor's feet.

[Eight or nine out of ten are in Wildberry Village. ]

"Wildberry Village?" Heimdall looked bewildered.

Victor suddenly realized.

"What Wildberry Village?" Heimdall asked puzzled.

"The last place where Vasilyevich and Yolf lived." Victor said as he handed the card back to Heimdall, "I'll take you to see it someday when I'm free."

Heimdall nodded, "Okay." Then he hesitated and said, "Didn't Dad say anything?"

Victor chuckled, "I thought you didn't care." It's not easy to hold back for so long.

Heimdall thought about it for a while and then gave up asking, and let it go when it comes.

***

Heimdall received a lot of mail on his birthday, and several old acquaintances at Hogwarts also presented gifts. The Weasley family was mainly represented by Ron, and Harry and Hermione expressed their wishes one after another. Leigh not only brought his own gift, but also a gift from Sirius.

"Thank you." Heimdall took the things and smiled.

Harry was a little disappointed in his brevity, and worried about how to amplify such a short sentence infinitely to Sirius.

Draco sent something on behalf of Malfoy's family. Heimdall wanted to invite him to Hogsmeade village for a light meal at night, but unfortunately he couldn't leave the school before the time to go to Hogsmeade, so Heimdall had to give up.

On his way back to the barque from the Great Hall, he met Anita unexpectedly.

Anita stood alone by the roadside, smiling unnaturally, "Happy birthday." She handed out the things she had prepared a long time ago, and waited nervously for the other party's reaction.

Heimdall was silent for a moment, then took the things, "Thank you."

Anita was overjoyed.

Heimdall sighed in his heart and said, "I still have something to do..."

"You are busy, you are busy." Anita waved her hands hurriedly, looking a little frightened.

Heimdall didn't procrastinate, nodded and walked straight away.

Leave Anita with a disappointed look on her face.

***

"Sturluson!"

Heimdall gave a sudden pause and stopped abruptly.

A smiling Gabriel jumped out from behind a tree, "Here you are." He handed a box wrapped in colored paper to Heimdall.

"Happy birthday," said Gabriel.

After waiting for a long time before Heimdall took it, Gabriel's pretty face suddenly became angry, "Since you accepted Sliven's things, why didn't you accept mine? I am much prettier than Slivan!"

This girl is really the pillar of the Appearance Association, and her eyes are particularly good.

Heimdall looked like I was having a headache, "Once I accept your gift, I will also have to give it to you on your birthday. This will involve the Year of the Monkey!"

"You don't want to have anything to do with me?" Gabriel was annoyed.

"I don't want to have any financial involvement with you." Heimdall looked melancholy.

Gabriel froze for a moment, then teased, "Stingy!"

This girl is really smart, her brain turns quickly, Heimdall admired in her heart.

In the end, he still accepted the gift, but he couldn't help but look sad when he thought about the extra expense this year, and the expense was still sustainable.

***

In the evening, Heimdall held a banquet in the Pig's Head Bar to celebrate his birthday.

The Pig's Head Bar started preparations three days ago. Heimdall opened his own small treasury, so he paid special attention to this matter and kept urging the boss to rectify the bad environment. The boss Aberforth Dumbledore reluctantly put The storefront has been refurbished, looking brighter than the Three Broomsticks.

Heimdall originally wanted to hold the dinner at the Three Broomsticks, but he also wanted to find a quiet place to gather with friends and family. According to this idea, the Hog's Head Pub, which had a slow business, was more suitable than the Three Broomsticks.

At dusk, Heimdall came to the Pig's Head Bar with bright and clean windows early, and sat at a table by the window to read the letters, which were received before leaving Hogwarts.

Heimdall has invited the entire German school team. At the moment, everyone is chatting and laughing happily at the other end of the bar. Heimdall who reads the letter shows a knowing smile from time to time.

The last letter was from Sheena, which surprised Heimdall, and he gave Sheena the right to write the letter. This was the first time he had received a letter from Sheena since he arrived at Hogwarts.

Heimdall pulled out the letter paper with great interest, his face changed within a few lines, and he hurriedly read the entire letter, he immediately jumped up and went straight to the place where Kattenen was sitting.

"Rig! Come here! Today's protagonist!" The students greeted him eagerly.

"Okay, but I'm sorry, gentlemen, wait a minute." Heimdall smiled apologetically as he pulled Professor Katenen aside, held up Hina's letter, and said in a low voice, "Professor, Hina said there is a The person who signed Juncker sent a birthday present to the laboratory."

Katenen was not surprised, "That flower peacock has quick hands and feet, what's wrong?"

Heimdall said excitedly: "Xina said he sent me a Chimera egg, an unhatched Chimera egg!"

"Calm down, Rig, isn't it a Chimera, you have one."

"The two can't be compared. The source of toffee is very good. It has a fake Chimera certificate issued by the Greek Ministry of Magic, so it has a registered residence. What's going on with Mr. Junker? Unknown origin Chimera, Merlin, how can you embarrass me?"

Katenen couldn't help laughing, the kid's reaction was so funny.

"And what about that little Eight Eyes? What are you going to do?"

When Heimdall heard this, he hugged his head and moaned, "Breaking the law, this is a crime. I can't do this. My life must not be stained. I still hope that I can retire as a judge in this life and return to my hometown..."

Hearing his muttering, Katenen suddenly thought of something and said, "Don't you want to work two jobs? As long as you are promoted from your current position to become a regular employee of IW, the part-time job will be lost."

"...I've inquired about it. The salary of a judge is very high." After retiring, he can also enjoy the treatment equivalent to a bureau-level cadre. Heimdall thought about it and reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​a part-time job, and decided to devote himself to the position of a judge. climb.

Katenen was overjoyed, "In fact, starting a company makes more money."

"Is this from your experience?" Heimdall said.

"Yes, how about it, why don't you just come to our company."

Heimdall shook his head decisively. Civil servants are relatively stable. Unless the International Wizengamot goes bankrupt, this is impossible. As long as there are people, there will be crimes.

"Good! Ambitious!" Katenin applauded.

"Professor, I actually wanted to ask that day," Heimdall frowned. "What the hell did you say in front of your friends? Don't you think they were a little too enthusiastic?"

The little clerk was terrified.

"Actually, I didn't say anything." Katenen coughed uncomfortably under Heimdall's questioning gaze, "Rig, I want to ask you one thing, and you must promise me this, otherwise I will be in front of them." I can't hold my head up."

Bragging, it must be bragging, bragging is a hobby that every man can't stop, and Katenen is no exception.

Heimdall remained silent, staring at him eagerly.

Katenen said with a serious face: "Become a judge before the age of 30, the only thing you must do."

Heimdall was dumbfounded.

"I told them that you would be the youngest judge in the history of IW in the future, so I encouraged them to curry favor with you and build a good relationship with you."

Katenen lost his voice as he spoke, probably because he was embarrassed by himself.

"The youngest judge in IW is 40 years old, and he will be a judge before the age of 30? How do I avoid the evaluation rules in the judge law? Should I modify it myself?" Heimdall couldn't believe it.

Katenen blushed slightly at what he said.

Heimdall quickly got rid of it. If the group of old guys found that they were of no use and he didn't need to interfere, they would take the initiative to cut off contact with him. Thinking of this, Heimdall became happy instead.

Seeing his unconcealable excitement, Katenin immediately realized that the child was wishful thinking.

Heimdall thought that he had more pressing matters to worry about, "Just send the Chimera eggs to Greece."

"You are causing trouble for yourself." Katenen shook his head.

Heimdall touched his nose.

At this time, several people pushed the door open one after another, and Katenen pushed him: "Who got you the breeding certificate for you back then?"

Heimdall's heart moved, he raised his eyes, and saw Rommel stepping into the bar wearing a fur-collared cloak.