HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall fumbled his hands in and out of his pockets, but in the end he was still embarrassed and gave up the idea of ​​rushing to ask for an autograph.

The thickness of his skin varies from person to person.

Victor put down the vial in his hand and pulled Heimdall away from the booth.

Heimdall was pulled away by his boyfriend, his eyes were separated from that Mister Magic, he temporarily got rid of the temptation of masculinity, and returned to reality.

"Then there's something wrong with the dragon's blood?" Heimdall asked, as if his head was being pulled by something, he couldn't help turning to that side.

Victor got annoyed at his absent-minded appearance, and became more and more dissatisfied with the damn Mr. Magic.

I really want to cast a disappearing spell on that guy who relies on his face for food.

Master Krum's mood became very ugly.

"Fake." Victor resisted not to turn his face back.

Heimdall nodded.

Victor waited and saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time, so he took his hand decisively, "Let's go and have a look elsewhere." Talking to himself, he pulled him in another direction.

"Wait." Heimdall yelled to pause, Victor really wanted to pretend he didn't hear it, but stopped in the end.

Heimdall ran to the idol in three steps at a time. The idol turned his head, eyes full of doubts?

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Maurice Beru?" Heimdall asked cautiously.

"Yes."

After getting an affirmative answer, Heimdall excitedly took out the small book, handed over the quill that came with the book, and asked Mr. Magic to sign for himself.

Beru frowned indiscernibly, and instead of taking the old feather pen that was sparsely shedding, he took out his new quill with a gold barrel from his bosom, and signed his own on Heimdall's book. daimyo.

In order not to directly touch this old-looking little book, Mr. Magic did not even take off his gloves. After writing the name, he took out his handkerchief and wiped the shiny golden quill in front of Heimdall. wiped.

After witnessing all this, Master Krum's expression was even more sinister than before.

Heimdall didn't care about it, and he still had a happy smile. He thanked him after taking back the notebook, exchanged a few words with Mr. Magic, turned around, took Victor's hand and left.

Victor noticed that although Heimdall's demeanor had not changed, his mood had obviously dropped a lot, and he was no longer as radiant as before.However, he still carefully put away the notebook and pen, and did not show any rejection. Victor was a little puzzled by this.

Mr. Krum is biased toward A-type Capricorn in character, and he only believes in himself in everything. Such a person usually thinks that the most reliable person in the world is himself, and it is not easy to open his heart to others, and he will not easily trust others.This kind of personality is doomed that the master will not become a star chaser in this life, so it is naturally impossible to understand what it feels like to be a star chaser, and cannot empathize with him.

Moreover, in today's magical world, Victor Krum himself is the object of admiration, and the fan base behind him is stronger than that of the French Mr. Magic who relies on his youth meal every three years.

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Viktor cared about Heimdall's emotions, and took him for a casual walk, only to wander into an area specializing in groceries.

There are all kinds of things sold in this grocery area, from stirring sticks as small as fingers, to portable mini crucibles the size of cups, and storage jars as large as a person's height.

Heimdall was refreshed and ran around with great interest, a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Victor breathed a sigh of relief.The master is also concerned but chaotic. Heimdall is not the kind of person who is easy to get into the horns of the spring and autumn, and the depression comes and goes faster.

A row of colorful metal cages hung from a booth like a neon light.The main lighting of the booth is the little ones in the cage. The colorful domestic plush are like balls of colorful yarn, wriggling slowly in the cage, very cute.

There were also large and small cages hanging on another booth adjacent to this booth, and Heimdall's eyes lit up when he saw the objects in the cage clearly.

It's the elf.

The most eye-catching thing about this booth is the golden cage hanging at the top of the center. If Heimdall guessed correctly, the elf in this cage is an extremely rare Denby green elf.

It was the first time that Heimdall saw real Denby Green.

Denby Green is the smallest elf in the wizarding world, only one-third the length of ordinary elves, not only relatively docile, but also one of the most beautiful elves. Of course, this beautiful standard is based on human eyes In terms of.

For a long time, Denby Green was one of the first choices for rich people to keep pets. During the period when Denby Green was popular all over the world, the swallow-tailed dog, known as the wizard's good partner, sat on the sidelines for a long time.

These factors have combined to create an embarrassing situation that is increasingly scarce today.

Books say that Denby Green may have been extinct due to random capture and killing. Now Heimdall understands that experts always exaggerate, otherwise it will not attract the attention of the rulers.

It is said that the Union of Wizards has already begun to file a case for this species, and perhaps in the near future, Denby Green will be listed as a Class A magical animal that is prohibited from being captured worldwide.

In other words, it is not illegal to play with it now.

Heimdall couldn't help thinking about it, and took two steps forward, wanting to take a closer look.

The stall owner was already ready to go, and hurried out to greet him, praising him for his good vision.

"My Denby Green is already an adult. Its nails can be collected once every three months, its teeth need one year, and the cicada wing film on its wings falls off once every two years."

The small magical animals sold in the grocery area have their own medicinal value, and some wizards who are not in a hurry to stock up on materials will directly buy magical animals to raise and breed.

Of course, Heimdall is not trying to hoard raw materials, three months, one year, two years... Do you have to collect them until the year of the monkey? !

"Boss, just make an offer." Heimdall stopped him from chattering.

The stall owner made a gesture of six.

"Six hundred Galleons?" Heimdall asked hesitantly.

The stall owner glanced at him with dissatisfaction in his eyes, as if offended: "Six thousand Galleons."

Heimdall squinted his eyes, looking grave, but in fact he was roaring inwardly, and the asking price was far higher than what he had in mind.

Seeing that he left without turning around, the stall owner thought there was something to be done, so he continued his efforts, "This is the authentic Denby green, not those hybrids that can't be seen on the stage."

Some unscrupulous merchants take advantage of the unprecedented sales of Denby Green to create a large number of fake products and flood them into the small magical animal market for high profits. The most direct impact of this move is to spoil the unhealthy appreciation prospects A pot of cold water woke up many buyers, and the temperature of the Denbigh Green market has slowly dropped since then.

However, the status of Denby Green Elf's luxury goods has not been shaken because of this. Rare things are more expensive.

The hybrid variety that the boss said is considered a high-end variety among fakes.

Heimdall looked at the eye-catching golden cage calmly, "You hang things so high and it's so dark here, how can I tell if it's real or not?"

"If you really want it, I'll take it off right away." In other words, if you don't buy it, you won't buy it.

"...Harry will love it!"

The sudden clear voice made Heimdall stunned for a moment, and a figure rushed out from the darkness full of figures and came to the booth.

"How much is the little elf?" The visitor spoke French and pointed at the golden cage excitedly.

The boss was also unambiguous, "Six thousand Galleons."

"It's not cheap." The man muttered in English, and then said, "Take it down and let me see."

The boss looked at Heimdall in embarrassment. He was not sure whether Heimdall wanted it or not.

The visitor repeated impatiently, "I said you take it down and show me."

The boss had no choice but to say, "This gentleman came first."

Only then did the visitor see Heimdall standing next to the boss. Heimdall turned his face, and the two of them met each other. Most of the enthusiasm of the later person disappeared immediately, and the expression on his face became reserved. stand up.

"What a coincidence." Sirius said dully.

"Yes, hello." Heimdall cocked his lips.

"I said what are you doing running so fast—" Lupine shook his head helplessly, and walked over behind Sirius, the words in his mouth stopped abruptly when he saw Heimdall.

"Rig?" Lupine's expression was much more natural than Sirius'.

Heimdall exchanged a few words with Lupine, and Lupine noticed Victor at the same time, and they shook hands politely and greeted each other.

When Sirius saw Heimdall, he was as silent as a mouse seeing a cat. Lupine knew that he always lost the chain at critical moments, so he was obliged to replace his friend as a chat partner.

"I didn't expect to meet you here." Lupine smiled.

"Come here to see and see."

To be honest, every time Heimdall came into contact with people in Sirius Black's circle, he was a little at a loss, so he could only keep himself polite.

Strangeness is distance, and distance creates barriers.

Lupine is a careful and sensitive person. The unfamiliarity revealed by Heimdall's words and actions made him sigh, but he didn't show the slightest abnormality. He let himself stop at a safe distance in a considerate manner. Keep getting closer.

The stall owner who had been waiting for the next article saw that they had just chatted and ignored him. He scratched his head and cheeks anxiously, and couldn't help but asked, "Do you want to buy more?"

"Yes!" Sirius yelled reflexively, then realized what was happening and turned to look at Heimdall.

Heimdall shrugged, "I quit." The price is too outrageous, and I haven't seen the actual things, so it's not worth it.

Sirius was silent for a moment, then quickly took out his purse, counted out [-] Galleons, and bought the Denby Green Elf on the spot.

The stall owner was overjoyed, took down the cage, and delivered it to Sirius graciously, smiling so hard that there were only two slits in his eyes. The deal tonight alone would allow him to close the stall in advance.

The nearby stall owners were envious and jealous. They didn't know whether it was the environment color or other factors, but their eyes were all green.

When the group of them left the booth, the stall owners shouted loudly, trying to lure the big-spending buyer to their booth.

Sirius turned a deaf ear to the hoarseness and handed the golden cage to Heimdall.

"Give it to me?" Heimdall dared not answer.

"Here, take it." Sirius could not refuse, and forced the thirty centimeter high golden cage into Heimdall's hand.

"Isn't this for Harry?" Heimdall pushed the cage out.

It turned out that he heard it.

Sirius coughed uncomfortably, and said vaguely, "Don't you like it, so I'll give it to you..."

Seeing that he refused to take it back, Heimdall suddenly smiled, "You really gave it to me?"

"I'll give it if I give it, it's true or not." Sirius muttered.

Lupine shook his head, this Sirius, can't he try to be more mature?

"You don't regret it?" Heimdall said calmly.

"No regrets! Let's stop here!" Sirius frowned, not wanting to continue this topic.

"Okay, I accept it, thank you." Heimdall nodded happily.

Sirius' brows and eyes also relaxed, a smile appeared on his face, and he felt a sense of satisfaction for no reason.

"On behalf of Draco, thank you for your generosity."

Sirius's smile froze, "What are you talking about? Draco? What does this have to do with Malfoy?" His eyes glanced at the birdcage, and he seemed to understand something, "Are you planning to..."

Heimdall nodded, "I want to buy it just for Draco, whose birthday is in June."

Sirius beat his chest in annoyance. At first he saw this elf as a birthday present for Harry, but he ended up spending six thousand Galleons for that arrogant kid of the Malfoy family who looked at people with his nose.

This made Mr. Black feel embarrassed.

"Can't you keep it for yourself?" Sirius' mouth twitched.

"I don't like raising elves, that's the hobby of noble gentlemen."

Sirius was choked speechless. Just now he felt that other things couldn't catch his eyes, so he caught the elf with one eye. What does this mean?The kid wouldn't be using this to laugh at himself, would he?Sirius looked at Heimdall who looked normal, a little uncertain.

Heimdall carried the cage with a smile on his face. Victor was about to take it, but was rejected.

"I'm not a woman, and I don't need you to be a gentleman. I can't handle this thing?"

Victor pretended to be annoyed, "These wings are starting to stiffen?! Back then, they couldn't even reach the door key of the dormitory."

Heimdall couldn't laugh or cry, "Don't talk to me like my father."

"Are you sure that Rommel would use this tone? If you told him you want the stars in the sky, he would definitely not ask why, but he would try his best to get them for you."

"Okay, okay, you can take it." Heimdall surrendered, and put the birdcage into his boyfriend's hands.

Lu Plane didn't change his face, but Sirius became more and more restless.

Yes, he is the father, and he is the one who should seek the stars and the moon for his son.However, today, he could only listen and watch as a half acquaintance, with a smirk. The identity of that half acquaintance was still connected with the Malfoy family that he hated so much.

Cousin-in-law's nephew?This relationship sounds like a pain in the ass.

Sirius hated this kind of paradoxical feeling, but every time he wanted to make a quick cut, the hesitation and hesitation left in his heart gushed out, dragging him down, making it difficult for him to make a choice.

Sirius hated himself more and more for looking forward and backward, hating the current ambiguous situation.

Arthur said that his last name was not Blake, but that his father was Rommel Strulusson.

Remus said that he is your son, you have not fulfilled your father's responsibilities, but there is still time, you should find a way to redeem something for yourself, your blood runs through him, you cannot ignore his existence.

Damn Kreacher might have said something too, the portraits yelled at him even more.

Yes, the Black family needs an heir, but Sirius is indifferent to this, he clearly remembers that he is a traitor to the family, he has been deprived of all rights, and he has no obligation to continue the family for the eternally pure Black who erased his own existence.

He didn't care what Rigg's last name was... well, maybe a little bit, but so what?

What bothers Sirius the most is that when it comes to Rigg, everyone is trying to influence him; trying to tell him what to do; , Sirius was very annoying.

Enough is enough, he doesn't want to go on like this anymore, he has thought a lot in the past few months, he hopes to use his own way to deal with the problem, use his Sirius way, maybe the result is not ideal, but at least he tried, Instead of being pushed forward, Sirius wanted to choose his own direction.

however.

The first choice ended up costing Draco Malfoy six thousand Galleons.

Sirius looked at the relaxed expression on Heimdall's face, gritted his teeth and told himself that it was worth the money.

Isn't it just changing from cousin-in-law's nephew to cousin-in-law's son...

Thinking of this, Mr. Black was still a little uneasy.