HP's Foreign Land

Early the next morning, Heimdall woke up Toffee who was dozing in front of the fireplace.

"Go out with me for activities, you've become more and more lazy since you came to England." Heimdall stretched out his hand to Toffee's belly and rubbed it. "Look, look, a hand full of fat."

Toffee twisted her butt trying to avoid Heimdall's tickling attack, and the man and beast quickly rolled into a noisy ball.

Doudou was very excited when he read the magazine, and was distracted by their quarrel. He turned his head angrily and stared hard, and scratched the magazine with his front paws to make several gaps.

Little Bread, who was still dozing off, was woken up, looked over at Xunsheng, and suddenly became so anxious that he wanted to jump out of bed, but was caught by Victor who came out of the bathroom.

Victor's upper body hung dangerously on the edge of the bed, with both hands firmly grasping the bun that had no sense of crisis at all.Taking a deep breath, he put the bun that was still rushing forward on the ground.

As soon as he let go of his hand, Little Bread rushed over.

Turning around Heimdall and Toffee, screaming non-stop, seeming to say: I want to play too!I want to go too!

Toffee suddenly exerted force, pushing Heimdall to the ground. His furry head desperately arched towards Heimdall's shoulders, making Heimdall laugh and tickle.

The bun that happened to turn behind it was kicked by Toffee's foot, and slipped out, rolling several times before stopping.

After getting up, Venus flies around in front of my eyes, and mosquito coils circle around my eyes...

After bullying the little and shameless, Toffee played with the unaware Heimdall as if nothing had happened.

Victor stroked his chin and laughed, not rushing to interfere, but sat on the edge of the bed and continued watching the show.

The little bread was not discouraged when it was kicked away by the toffee, and moved forward with its limbs scattered.

It's a pity that no matter which loophole it takes, Toffee will always find a way to slip it out.

After realizing that Heimdall's interest in playing has faded, Toffee moved his butt quickly.

With Toffee's sudden evacuation, Little Bread rushed into the isolation area smoothly, like a little rocket head, unable to stop no matter what.Caught off guard, he slammed his head on Heimdall's calf... his eyes circled again.

"You're awake!" Heimdall hugged it happily.

Little Bread let out a weak howl, and looked at the seemingly docile Toffee with resentful eyes, feeling aggrieved in his heart.

Toffee shook the hair on his body unmoved, and quietly lay beside Heimdall.

At this time, Victor came over, patted Toffee's head, and said softly, "Control the strength well, don't go too far."

Toffee raised her head, exchanging glances that everyone knew well.

On Heimdall's side, "Why doesn't he look energetic? Are you hungry?" He said and handed the bun to Victor, and went straight to collect baby food.

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Heimdall spent his breakfast time in Hogwarts Castle, and by the way sent the Green Elf Denby out.

Although the birthday gift was received a bit early, it did not prevent Draco from smiling, as if he was very satisfied with this gift.

Draco is the son of a noble lord. As a future noble lord, he understands the value of Denby Green, but he didn't expect his cousin to spend so much for him.

Heimdall was already accustomed to the law that noble reserve soldiers use money to measure all values ​​in the world, so he nodded calmly, "Just like it."

Draco's joy was beyond words, and he hugged the golden cage fondly, triumphantly amidst the compliments from his classmates.

After all, Heimdall did not reveal the name of the real buyer of Denby Green. He believed that neither the buyer nor the recipient wanted to see the day when the truth came out.

After eating, he chatted with a few friendly Hogwarts students for a while, and then left the castle.

Victor didn't go to the castle to eat, but took a walk by the lake to bask in the sun with the bun in his arms.

They met by the lake, went back to the boat together, and sat down in the common room.

Heimdall took the small bread wrapped in a soft towel from Victor, and Victor ate a simple breakfast in the lounge.

At this time, the students who went out to look for food returned to the common room one after another.

After the sharp-eyed person who first sat down spotted the new member of the Heimdall family, the whole lounge immediately became noisy.

"Is this the Chimera?" Carlo stared at the sleeping Bread for a long time and couldn't move his eyes.

The students surrounded Heimdall, all talking strangely.

Little Bread slept deeply and was not affected at all.

Heimdall noticed that Rian seemed to be struggling, and put the bun in front of his eyes, "Do you want a hug?"

Ryan said in surprise: "Can it be?" The previous incident of slamming the egg door made him always shadowed.

"There's nothing wrong with it. This is a Chimera beast. It's so strong that it can't be broken if you drop it." The implication of the words was to comfort Rian and let him not take it to heart.

Rian took the bun carefully, looked at the small air bubbles on the nostrils that swelled with his breath, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"It's so cute." Lian pressed it lightly with his fingers, and the bubbles popped.

Sleeping Bread wrinkled his nose dissatisfied, and soon stopped moving again.

Carlo and Leon leaned next to Ryan, muttering and urging him to change hands quickly, they were all waiting for the next cradle.

Seeing that they were so enthusiastic and active, Heimdall had nothing to do with himself for a while, so he simply ran to flirt with his boyfriend.

Victor finished his breakfast and picked up the magazine at hand. This magazine was the famous male publication "Wizard" in the wizarding world.

Every country on the continent of Europa is available for sale. Different countries have different content and have their own national characteristics.The book that Victor read was put on the coffee table by Ryan just now. It was a comprehensive bound edition released at the end of last year. It published the annual focus events of "Wizard" in each country, from politics, economy to culture, fashion, Entertainment, a dazzling array of everything.

"What's the big event?" Heimdall's eyes fell on a large paragraph of French, and he immediately froze.

But when he took a closer look at the small picture below the text, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, pointing at the person on the picture hesitantly, "I'm not mistaken, is this our Mr. Orwell?"

Victor was reading this introduction in French, and he immediately turned the publication to the page number marked next to the picture.

Really Duncan!

On the double-page picture, Duncan Orwell is wearing an elegant azurite robe, leaning in front of a simple and unique fireplace, slightly sideways in the picture, his eyes are not looking at the camera, but looking at an unknown distance.

Duncan was originally a good-looking man with a dignified appearance. After being captured and rendered by the photographer, he has a deep and unobtrusive mature charm beyond his age.

Duncan is so handsome in the photo!Heimdall murmured in praise.

"What's written on it?" Heimdall threw himself on Victor, looking curiously at the incomprehensible words.

Victor quickly glanced at the small words next to the picture, "A simple personal resume..."

"Why is he in the magazine?"

""Wizard" did an exclusive interview with the French magical injury treatment organization at the end of last year. Duncan was one of the people interviewed. It said that he participated in the selection of Mr. Magic that will start next year."

Heimdall laughed, "Why am I not surprised at all?"

If Mr. Orwell is elected Mr. Magic, he will definitely be able to carry forward his coquettish charm.

Suddenly thinking of this Mr. Magic, Heimdall asked, "Isn't Mr. Magic a three-year term? Why is the next election starting next year?"

"There are a lot of people in the primary election, and the selection of Mister Magic is relatively strict, requiring a round of screening. It will start in the middle of next year, and the selection will take half a year, and the handover will happen at the beginning of the next year."

Heimdall couldn't help eagerly asking: "Can I vote for Duncan?"

"I'm afraid not, you're not French." Victor couldn't bear Heimdall's disappointment, and said, "This magazine will open a selection of fan votes in the middle of next year. If you want to cheer him on, you can vote for him. The magazine said that support votes can more or less affect the final orientation of the review."

Heimdall smiled and bit Victor's ear: "Contestant Krum, what should I do, I'm going to be someone else's fan."

Victor waved his hand vigorously, grabbed his chin and squeezed it, squinted his eyes and said, "This is just this time, this time will not be an example."

"Mr. Principal!" A student suddenly paid attention to the gate.

Karkaroff and Katenin walked into the lounge one after the other. They were wearing brand-new robes, especially Karkaroff, who could be described as gorgeous.

They sat on the three-seater sofa across from Heimdall.

"Are you two going out?" Heimdall said.

"We just came back." Karkaroff said brightly.

Heimdall noticed that although Katenen was in good spirits, the tiredness in his eyes was obvious.

"I can't, old man." Katenen didn't show any pretense, and smiled indifferently, "I think it didn't matter if I didn't sleep for a few days and nights back then, but now my body can't bear it after staying up all night."

Heimdall brought tea and water for him, and Katenin took the cup with a smile, without pretentious rejection.

"What about me?" Karkaroff looked pitiful.

Heimdall immediately offered him a cup as well, and Karkaroff immediately beamed with joy.

Mr. Principal seems to be in a good mood.

Karkaroff has always maintained his identity, likes to put on airs and reserve, and never jokes with students. He believes that the principal should have the dignity of the principal.

Heimdall was a little puzzled, not understanding where the good mood that allowed him to change his behavior pattern came from.

"I met some old friends last night. Principal Karkaroff was also idle, so I took him along." Katenen explained his whereabouts while drinking tea.

Karkaroff quickly glanced at Heimdall and Victor, and saw that the expressions of the two were as usual. He was a little surprised at Katenin's outspokenness, but there was no abnormality on his face.

The sophisticated Katenin said calmly: "Rige is no outsider, he and those old bastards have met before."

Karkarov nodded hesitantly, thinking, what about Victor?Could it be that you just treated him as air?

"How was the night market yesterday?" Katenen chatted with Heimdall with great interest.

"It's the first time I went, and I don't know how to go inside. The overall feeling is not bad, but Leon said it's quite boring." Heimdall filled his boyfriend's cup with tea. "He said that a night market without goblin stalls is not a night market at all."

"The night market business was originally initiated by goblins, but now there are very few night markets that can attract goblins to actively participate." Katenen shook his head sighingly, and said, "I mentioned to Hua Peacock yesterday that you were going to the night market. He was surprised to buy dragon blood."

"Why? Can't I go?" Heimdall was puzzled.

"He asked me why you didn't go to him."

Heimdall touched his head, "It's not relative, not acquaintance."

Katenin smiled knowingly, and immediately changed the subject, "Have you bought it?"

Heimdall nodded, briefly talked about the situation last night, and condemned a certain Mr. Magic for being dishonest.

Katenen was a little dazed after hearing this, "Mr. Magic? Which Mr. Magic?"

"France, are other countries starting to follow suit?"

Katenen blinked his eyes in a daze, and then said nothing.

Heimdall didn't think much about it, and took out the magazine he and Victor had just read, and showed it to the two principals.

Various topics arose about Mr. Orwell.

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On this day, Heimdall held the desk calendar and wandered away again. Since returning from the first magic show, he always loved holding the desk calendar in a daze.There is no clue on the surface, and you can say that you are not in a hurry when you meet people, but in fact, don't mention how disturbed you are in your heart.

Every time Victor saw him and started to embarrass himself again, he tried every means to divert his attention, and once he used male sex directly... Director Sturluson was very fond of this.

It's a pity that Victor was not on board today, and Cedrica went to play Quidditch.

With no source of interference, Chief Sturlusson was out of control, holding the desk calendar in a daze.

Just when he recalled the possibly unsatisfactory performance that day of the magic demonstration for the fifth time, dear Olar sent him the long-awaited mail.

Heimdall was overjoyed, but he didn't rush to open the letter. He served Olar a hearty marsupial meal first, and when he fell asleep on the bird stand, he grabbed the lively little eight and went back to the room, throwing him away. I gave Xiaobun, who seemed to only be able to chew clothes and play, and let them invent new ways to play by themselves.

Xiao Ba takes good care of this Chimera sister, and she doesn't get angry when Xiao Bian climbs up and down on her body.

Little Bread's impression of Brother Spider is obviously higher than Toffee's. As long as there is Toffee, Little Bread is very quiet. Once Toffee is not present, Little Bread will be crazy.Heimdall was puzzled by this point. It is reasonable to say that the same kind should be easier to get along with, but why are they strangers?

Victor just laughed when he heard his doubts, which made Heimdall even more bewildered.

Go back to the desk and sit down, and carefully look at the two letters sent by Olar, one is from a magical institution; the other can’t find the source, the sender’s column is blank, and the words on the envelope are printed in strict order , not handwritten.

Heimdall put down the last one suspiciously, and opened the long-awaited letter. The content in it did not disappoint him, telling him that the first demonstration passed smoothly. At the end of the letter, the time for the second demonstration of these three magics was provided. .

Heimdall clenched his fist excitedly, unable to restrain the smile on his face, he read the letter a second time before picking up the second one.

At first glance, this letter looks like an ordinary letter, but it feels different in the hand. The paper is very thick, but if you look closely, you will find that the tailoring is very elegant.

Heimdall took out a letter opener that was not commonly used, and scraped off the sealant with unfamiliar movements. The sealant only had a simple coat of arms pattern, and the decoration inside was blurred.Heimdall couldn't see why, he threw away the wax and took out the letter inside.

To his surprise, the sender was Luc Juncker. In the letter, Mr. Juncker warmly greeted him how he was doing recently, then said a few words about the weather in England, and said something he knew about the Triwizard Hegemony The anecdote from the past, and finally turned to the topic - asked him if he had time to enjoy a light meal together.

Heimdall's first reaction was to agree, no matter what, Mr. Junker gave him a Chimera for free.Although he didn't ask for it.Since he decided to accept it, he should at least thank him face to face, instead of pretending nothing happened.

Heimdall picked up the desk calendar that had just been put down, and wrote a reply letter to Mr. Junker.