HP's Foreign Land

On the morning of the dawn of the new millennium, the building of the Knights was peaceful, and the owners didn’t get up. With the help of the house-elves, the animal friends passed through the small gate leading to the woods in the backyard. Facing the morning light, they were full of energy and ready to go.

At that time, Mionier was still a little radish, and the cavalryman on the clock face opened his eyes when he swung the small wooden sword in his hand to point at a quarter past six. door, tiptoed past the fathers' room, went downstairs cautiously, and ran to the fireplace.Around Christmas, various gifts were piled up in front of the fireplace. In those few days, Mionnier thought that the fireplace in the Knights House was the cutest fireplace in the whole world.The New Year's gifts from the Knight's Tower were also piled there, and Xiaomi couldn't wait to pounce on it.

The first day of the new year is a customary day to visit relatives and friends. The two fathers did not stay in bed. When they came to the living room, they saw their son buried upside down in the pile of gifts, sliding his limbs funny, and screaming excitedly. Call.

Two papas: "..."

Victor snorted, and Heimdall stepped forward to "rescue" his son, but Mionnier was a little dizzy when his head returned to the top. It took a while to see the fathers in front of him clearly.

Mionnell turned his hands away hastily, and said with wide eyes, "Good morning, Rig. Good morning, Dad."

"Good morning." Victor responded with a smile, his eyes full of interest.

"Well, good morning." Heimdall didn't expose his son's tricks, "I'm going to grandpa's house today, go and change clothes."

Mionier smiled flatteringly at the two, and ran out of the living room in a hurry.

"Don't you talk about him?" Victor deliberately expressed doubts about Heimdall's "easy talk".

"There must be some changes on New Year's Day." Heimdall couldn't bear to pour cold water on his son, it was too disappointing. "Happy New Year, dear, and happy birthday." Heimdall kissed Victor's lips.

Victor gently stroked Heimdall's cheek, a gentle smile rippling in his eyes.

"Be with me forever, next, next, and next..." Victor asked for a promise.

"Birthdays are fine, and the next millennium may be enough." Heimdall and Victor walked out of the living room and said solemnly: "I heard that someone offered a high price to ask Severus to make the elixir of life. Not only did he write letters every day, he also asked A special person sent gold bricks and gold bars to Hogwarts, intending to buy Severus to make him give up his principles, but they were all driven away by Severus' sneering words. Maybe I can try to convince him that I speak better than strangers. Come on, let Severus make an exception and give us two pots to taste? This year is twenty and next year is eighteen, and Xiaomi will never call Dad?"

Master laughed.

The new year of the Knights House kicked off with laughter and laughter.

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

one,

Mionnier doesn’t write a diary every day, the interval between each paragraph varies, sometimes he updates every day when he gets excited, and sometimes only writes a few words in half a month.His record is not so much a diary, but rather a summary of a life, or his understanding and complaints about what he saw and heard, like a safe tree hole, without worrying about being read by people other than him.

Mionnier used a cloth-bound notebook to carry his mood quotes, and the cover was an Impressionist-style painting, which was not very clear because of issues such as cropping and clarity.Mionnier likes this cloth-covered notepad very much. It was sent by Lige, and because the notepad comes with date refresh and weather forecast, the accuracy of weather forecast exceeds 60.00%.

The first date with Frances made him feel overwhelmed. After returning to the player's room, he couldn't wait to take out his notebook to refresh his mood for the day.He firstly expressed his joy that Frances was willing to meet him - this description was later evaluated as childish and frivolous by himself; secondly, he briefly talked about the customs of the United States; thirdly, he was proud of himself in a longer section All over the floor, Claire's various recklessness and aggrievedness today were narrated.

【She's in a hurry! 】He wrote in his notes,【Claire has always regarded herself as Frances's knight, doing her best to protect Frances from those with malicious intentions, and she is proud of her outstanding achievements all the time.She was really good at fooling people in men's clothes, Clare was the best looking of us kids, she didn't take it seriously, and neither did we, because she didn't need anyone pointing it out.Claire probably regrets not being born a boy more than her grandparents and parents. 】Mionier pondered for a moment, and then wrote, 【She often behaves like a man, the problem is that no matter how she looks like, it's just like.I don't know how Grandpa Lucius planned for Claire. Although Claire is still young, she will become more and more vague about her gender in the long run. What should I do then?Let it go on and find Claire a door-to-door son-in-law who likes to wear skirts? 】Mionir silently crossed out the last sentence, it's not kind to think so.

For the first time in his life, Mionier worried about his buddy's future, even though that was at least a decade away.

[Claire seems to regard me as a rival in love, and she herself agrees with this position,] Mionier finally wrote, [she regards protecting Frances from harassment as a mission that cannot be ignored, but she really understands it. meaning?Understand what a rival in love represents?Claire likes Frances, yes, I admit this, if she is in love with Frances... Grandfather Sturluson, it seems that it is not the case at all! ] Mionnier closed the notepad and carefully stored it in the pocket of his robe. There were too many of his impulses in the notepad, so he couldn't let others see it casually. Leaking secrets came second, the key point was that it was too embarrassing.

The two fathers walked into the house from the tent on the balcony. Although the two of them didn't often spend the night here, the tent was not dismantled.

"Are you dating Fanny?" Heimdall made no secret of his gossip.

Mionier glanced at Big Tongue Daddy, who didn't change his face.To make Master Krum change his face, the normal attack will always miss.

"Dad told you?" Mionier asked.

"Well, he said you went on a date, but he wanted to pay for you." Heimdall grinned and showed his white teeth.

Emma, ​​is your son thinking about his daughter?

This is not my black history!It's not me who ordered a table and ran away without eating!I was framed!Mionier roared in his heart, planning to ask Doha to pay back the money next time he saw Doha.

Mionier touched his nose, "You said you liked Fanny."

Heimdall was shocked, "Don't take my preferences as a standard, the most important thing is your own likes!"

"I know." Mi O'Neil chuckled, thinking that the little daddy's preferences are also the main reference standard.

In the end, Heimdall still didn't say something like "You're still young" that would upset the child. If Mionnier's rebellious point was accidentally hit, then he really couldn't have a good time playing.

"Let's let it be." The master was very open-minded.

"I like Fanny quite a lot, but compared with my son's happiness, I still have to stand behind.

Victor immediately said, "Xiaomi has a measure."

Heimdall nodded.

"..." Mionir wanted to say, although it feels good to be trusted, can't you ignore me?

two,

As the competition schedule of this year's Sugar Mouse Grand Prix gradually tightened, things that were originally plausible began to become clear. On the third day of the competition, Mionier followed a large number of players on the way up and down the unreliable stairs to find the next location. , listening to the chatter of the competitors first understood the secret of the room.

"The goblin floor is for us to live like goblins!" The little boy speaking French with a strong accent complained to his companion. "Strange sounds can always be heard in the rooms on that floor, sometimes like countless stalks being snapped, sometimes like a big tree being cut down and collapsed, my God, I can't sleep for a moment at night Don’t be idle, at first I thought it was a ghost, but we couldn’t find any evidence. We later complained to the organizing committee and asked to change the room. The organizing committee responded that if we moved to the second floor, the starting points would be erased..."

The boy looked around alertly all of a sudden, and Mionier stopped pretending to concentrate on walking at first. After confirming that he was safe, the boy continued, "The worse the room, the higher the starting score. Our starting line is higher than the people on the second floor. People start from scratch! This is what a staff member said after my mother threatened the organizing committee that she would sue Sugar Mouse. Don’t tell anyone!”

The boy's companion was overjoyed: "Really? I was about to change rooms with the person on the second floor... I didn't take the initiative, but that person suddenly came up to chat with me and said he wanted to change rooms. Do you think he already knew about it? "

The boy said cautiously: "Whether the other party knows it or not, no matter what he says, don't trade with him!"

Mionir didn't care to listen to the next words, he quickened his pace and ran to the front of the team, and took the lead when a group of children were staring at the stairs helplessly to determine the next direction, and were reluctant to take the first step so as not to hurt others. Out of the crowd, choose the stairs on the left.

Mionnier always keeps in mind the words of his grandfather Rommel, first, don’t regret your choice, because it has already happened; second, don’t try to redeem your choice, it’s a waste of time; third, don’t face the mistakes of the past on the new journey Brooding, only losers dwell on the past.

Absolute fairness does not exist, and judges and referees are also human beings. If so, then go to win the game.

Everything looks forward!

The runners who followed Mionier all reached the finish line smoothly. These children were not only single and strong, but also had quick brains. As the distance continued to extend, the originally flat stone road became rough, and obstacles and problems appeared on the road.These obstacles require players to use their brains and hands to complete.

The problems encountered by each player are different, and of course there are groups of people marching together. Only the players who solve the problems or obstacles by themselves will get points. , the total scores of the players have been widened since this day.

Mionier was the first to reach the finish line and therefore the first to leave the field.

Surrounding the huge crystal ball, Claire and Riccardo, who were watching the live broadcast, rushed over excitedly, chirping to express their joy.Mionier was infected by the excitement of the two of them, coupled with the fact that he took the lead in the game and stole the limelight, he was particularly high-spirited, smiling so much that his eyes narrowed.

"It's the little beauty from the Dragon Cave!" Riccardo was quickly fascinated by the current stage of his crush, and he was able to spot him immediately after a circle of people. "I'll go and have a look!" Without waiting for the little friend to respond, he turned around and slid in quickly.

Mionnier and Claire watched Riccardo's jumping and hasty back disappear into the wave of players, but the two couldn't talk to each other for a while, especially because the background was noisy and lively, and the atmosphere became inexplicably awkward.

"How is Luka's victory?" Mionier still showed his demeanor.

Claire also recovered, and returned to nature, "The little beauty on the Dragon Cave floor doesn't seem to remember his name."

Riccardo has accumulated a wealth of experience in striking up conversations at a very young age, but unfortunately the success rate fluctuates up and down, and there is never a stable situation. However, Riccardo does not know how to restrain himself. Keep your eyes open and imagine your next goal.

Who did he get his hobbies from?There seems to be no one in the Lacarlini family. Could it be that the problem lies with Riccardo's mother, Professor Harlan?

"Don't leave the United States these days, I'm afraid you will miss Mr. Doha again." Mionier reminded.

Claire accepted Mionier's suggestion and decided to go to the registration office of the competition to go through the formalities and live directly in the tent on the balcony of Mionier's room.

"Oh," Mionier suddenly sighed. "I wish Frances came too."

The implication was that I wanted to get closer to the goddess, but when Frances left, she wanted to invite her, but Claire obstructed her, and it turned out that she was cheaper than the fake knight.

Claire sounded the alarm again because of this sentence, her beautiful big eyes are scarier than Pod's tricky eyes when staring at people.Mionir can't wait to slap himself and make you owe!

three,

At dusk in the afternoon of the second day, Mionnier and Claire sent the depressed Riccardo to the wizarding hearth distribution center on the outskirts of the city.Riccardo's father summoned his son earlier, and for the sake of the sustainability of freedom, Riccardo had no choice but to be a filial son in front of his father on a regular basis with his tail between his legs, to show that he really repented of his past mistakes and kept his own law.

Mionier paid for the use of the fireplace for Luka - this money is not paid by Mionier. Professor Lacarlini knows that his son who can never be idle is here for ten days in half a month, so he will Regularly ask the house elf to hand over Riccardo's pocket money to the Knight's House.

The couple resolutely refused at first, unable to bear the little Lacarlini sending there every month. Victor later applied for Riccardo's smallest vault in Gringotts, which was specially used to store his pocket money.

Riccardo looked at the two little friends reluctantly, "I can't bear you..." He said it so emotionally that those who didn't know thought it was life and death.

"You can't bear to part with your little beauty." Clare mercilessly exposed his hypocrisy.

Ricardo was silent for a while, and for the first time, he was not provoked into a rage, but he said with a knowing face, "Fake man, to be honest, you actually have a crush on me, right?"

What? !Claire couldn't believe it, "secret love..." The "you" couldn't say it, which shows how hard it is to say.

"I've thought about it a lot these days. Every time I talk to the little beauties, you are acting weird and saying sour words, you must have a crush on me." The more Riccardo said, the more he felt that he was the truth, and then he paused, full of emotion. The face continued apologetically, "But I don't have any thoughts about you... Well, if you are willing to wear a skirt and grow long hair, I think I can tolerate it and try to accept you. After all, we are friends, and it is too embarrassing to refuse. Can't make it through..."

Out of ideas?Due to the face of his friends, Mionir tried his best not to complain.How old is Riccardo?Can any idea?This guy's words became more and more stern.

Mionir looked at Claire quietly, wow, it's so scary...

Luca, take care!

"Do you still know that you can't save face? You don't care about face when you talk nonsense to me?" Claire was furious, "I will fall in love with you? I would rather be single for the rest of my life! Those sour words are for your own good. Since you don't appreciate it, I I don’t care about you from now on!” Claire was extremely sad, she was thinking of her friend wholeheartedly, but she was treated like a donkey, and what’s more, she was misunderstood as having a crush on the other party, so she was acting out of selfishness!

Riccardo couldn't understand why Claire reacted so strongly, didn't it mean that she had a crush on him... The atmosphere was very tense for a while, and Riccardo turned to Mionier helplessly for help.

Claire is different from Riccardo who was freed. Lucius disciplined her quite strictly and raised her completely as an heir. Claire thus had the slender prototype that an adult would have in advance, but because she was still young, she was not synchronized. Form the fortitude of adults.Eight-year-olds think more than their peers, and feel more deeply than their peers.Claire's childhood ended before it even started, which is both luck and misfortune for the Malfoy daughter.

That's why Claire and Mionier, who is five years older than her, can talk together and establish a friendship, and she can also figure out the other party's occasional whims, which is something that the free-ranging Riccardo cannot do.

"No matter what you say now, it will only be counterproductive." Mionier grabbed Claire's arm with one hand, for fear that the girl would run out impulsively, and she would easily get lost if she was not familiar with the place. "Let's go home as planned."

Riccardo blankly held the metal bowl containing the Floo powder, and was out of shape during the whole process, but no matter what, the green flame rose——Riccardo left smoothly.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, let's go for a walk," Mionier dragged the struggling Claire out in a good voice, and found that Claire had a tendency to move his feet, so he quickly said, "If you move around again, I will kill you today." Write down the things in the letter and share them with your pen pals.”

This trick really worked, and Claire, who had calmed down, walked out angrily, stomping her feet as she walked to vent her anger.

"Luka never speaks with his brain, you know this, don't make it difficult for yourself." Mionier turned back.

Claire curled her lips. In fact, she was not so angry anymore. She calmed down after she yelled out, but she felt that she had overreacted, and now she couldn't hide her face and whitewash the peace.

"What a coincidence."

Mionier and Claire paused at the same time when they heard this sentence.

"Mr. Doha!" Mionir laughed.

"Just call me Doha." Doha, who was holding a pipe, turned his eyes and landed on the palms and wrists of the two connected.

Claire suddenly waved Mionier's hand vigorously, "I'll go over there and have a look."

Claire was referring to the mini wizard street next to the fireplace distribution center, which was full of hawkers selling handmade products.

"Don't go far away." Mionir didn't hold back, the girl's family must need some time to be alone, and decided to ask her about the pet egg later.

"Understood." Claire waved away.

"The market is good. It didn't seem to be this one last time." Doha raised the corner of his mouth.

"Don't say that you don't seem to know Claire." Mionier didn't believe his fuss. "Is there anything you can do with me? I happen to have something to ask you."

Doha made a "slow" gesture.

"What's wrong?" Mionir waited, only to find that the other party was still silent.

Doha looked unpredictable, "I'm thinking about how to start the first sentence."

Mionier: "...the first sentence has already been said."