HP's Foreign Land

Rommel never imagined that in this lifetime he would have the opportunity to see Victor Krum go berserk.

In mid-October 1999, he received a birthday invitation from England from Sirius Black.The invitations were well-crafted, not in the traditional format you're used to, in a fashion that wizards don't understand - Rommel guessed that Harry Potter had a plan for this, and the number 10 was particularly prominent.

So young, Rommel said to himself.

The Knights House also received invitations—of course.

Heimdall, who had to rest in bed most of the year that year, had improved health, and his family members were actually hesitant to let him travel across the ocean. Sirius Black also thought of this, and he planned the place for the dinner outside St. On the nearest wizarding street in Taodeni Village, and generously bought the right to use a local wizarding restaurant with a good reputation for 24 hours.

There were many people who went there that day. All the wizards who survived the catastrophe in England were present. Those who lived wholeheartedly, those who were in pain and tears, and those who were half dead, and those who were dead—they brought portraits or photos of the deceased.

It is not so much a birthday party as it is an excuse for living people to remember their comrades in arms.As Rommel expected, they really did that. They prayed before the meal—thanks to the heroes for their selfless dedication, so that everyone can travel abroad for their birthday in a down-to-earth manner today, just like Muggle believers thanking God for the gift before meals Same.

They put Heimdall in the front row, next to Harry Potter, for the simple reason that he had faced death head-on and had miraculously survived the Arch-devil's death curse.

Victor always had a stern face, and Rommel understood where Victor's unhappiness came from. He didn't want Rigg to recall the terrible experience of lingering under the scythe of death.Remembering heroes deserves respect, but Victor really doesn’t mind if they forget Rieger. Rieger himself may not care, but caring about his family is more worrying than the person concerned.

Fortunately, the ceremony is not long, and the next thing is to start the meal, omitting some of the things that happened during it-the bragging and gags at the dinner table, Victor fell down before the end of the meal, this "falling" is an exaggeration, not drunk, no Saving people, instead, he looked sober.

Then he suddenly climbed onto the table and struck at anyone who dared to speak to Heimdall, without speaking - Rommel guessed he was speechless; without wand - thank God; just fisting people.The emotions of the elders who were also drinking high all around were instantly aroused, and the good birthday party finally turned into a hand-to-hand arena.

Mr. Krum scrambled every game and had a strong desire for performance. He beat all his opponents to pieces, and his force value soared several times under the blessing of alcohol, until he grabbed the handsome son of the Weasley family, Bill. , Bill's beautiful wife turned pale because her husband was beaten into a pig's head for no reason, and Heimdall, who had seen enough farce, stood up to clean up the mess.

"Victor, come, come down." Heimdall waved as if coaxing his son.

Victor frowned, probably digesting Heimdall's words, then shook his head, turned his head and continued pinching - this is more important.

Furong on the side almost fainted.

Heimdall didn't want to use a wand against his husband, and he didn't want to see others use a wand against his husband, so he had to do it quickly - he found Fleur quietly reaching into her pocket.

"If you don't come down again, I will wear a skirt and pretend to be a woman, approach Duncan and recommend myself!"

Who is Duncan?

The old man was ignorant, and suddenly became excited——Duncan is a muscular handsome guy, and he was half sober from the wine immediately.

The whole restaurant was silent, and everyone was speechless. Master Krum casually threw away Bill, whom even his mother probably couldn't recognize, climbed off the table unsteadily, and then hugged Heimdall staggeringly.

The smell of alcohol is simply intoxicating...

"We, you and me!" The master pondered for a long time and finally organized a stumbling sentence.

"Yes, we, only us." Heimdall patted the master on the back.

The master calmed down... his eyelids began to twitch, and after a while he hugged Heimdall like this, and dozed off standing up.

Victor got up from the bed the next day, supported his head and recalled the great achievements of yesterday, and rushed to the Shell Cottage with a gift that afternoon to apologize.Mrs. Weasley's Fleur looked at Victor with a look similar to vigilance against a thief with a malicious intention. Victor seemed unaware, with an extremely sincere attitude and an extremely sincere apology. Facing Bill Weasley's bruised eye When he was handsome, the smile on his face was especially bright.

Later, Victor asked Heimdall, why Duncan?

The old man's eyes seemed to be full of imagination, and Heimdall said frankly: "Your IQ at that time probably couldn't think of anyone else."

Master is silent.

——Excerpt from "The Black History of Master VK"

one,

Claire ran into the house excitedly. Her mother was taking her younger sister Bertha to read the children's picture book—to explain the stories in the picture book to Bertha. 10 minutes" achievement.Bertha is not interested in picture books, and listening to stories is irrelevant. To be honest, she would rather dig a gnome pit in the garden with a small flower shovel.

Claire's arrival shattered her mother's achievements, and Bertha, whose patience was at the limit, jumped off the chair without saying a word, and ran towards her sister.

"Bertha!" Claire patted her sister's head.

Bertha, in her tutu, grabbed Claire's hand and asked her sister to play with her.

"Not now," Claire said. "If you behave well, my sister will take you to America to play."

Most of Bertha's arrogance was restrained, "Really? Sister took Bertha to America?"

"Xiaomi is in the United States, take Bertha to see Xiaomi."

Bertha beamed.

Claire went on to say, "But with mom's permission."

Bertha's little face collapsed, she pouted, "Mom doesn't agree with Bertha going out."

"Mommy is just worried about you," Claire nodded her little nose. "You said you didn't make trouble once, and you clearly promised it well at the beginning. Did you forget how anxious your mother was when you fell off the hillside last time?"

Bertha pursed her lips and fell silent.

Mrs. Malfoy, who stood outside Claire's room for a while, walked in the door as if nothing had happened. Her beautiful face was full of lingering maternal love and warmth. Bertha was a child who depended on her mother. She forgot the complaint she had just made to her mother, and turned around to hug her. Mother.

Mrs. Malfoy hugged Bertha and sat down at the small desk in Claire's room.

"Why are you back? Aren't you planning to stay in the United States until the beginning of next month?" Mrs. Malfoy immediately understood something when her daughter asked the house elf to pack her things. "All of these moved to the United States?"

Claire asked Lucius and Narcissa for leave before, and Lucius exempted Claire from studying and homework during this period, allowing her to devote herself to playing.Although Lucius hoped that his son would become a success, he hoped that Claire would become a talent as soon as possible, but it was not a mechanical force-feeding method. Lucius was relatively reasonable to his grandchildren, and in short he was more kind than his son.

"I'm going to move to Xiaomi's player room." Claire was extremely generous. "Xiaomi's father set up a wizard tent on the balcony, and I'm going to live in the tent."

"Your grandfather has property in the United States, didn't he give you the right to use it?" Mrs. Malfoy couldn't figure out how to live in a good big house, so she went to squeeze the wizard tent for Mao.

"Luka was called back by his father. Xiaomi will be lonely in the United States alone, and I should accompany him." Claire instructed the house elf to pack the interesting things that he picked up when traveling with his grandparents in the luggage, On the one hand, it is a matter of course.

Bertha stared straight at all kinds of novelty things, she involuntarily let go of her mother's hand, and approached the suitcase.

Mrs. Malfoy couldn't laugh or cry when she heard Claire's words. She didn't think that Mionier of the Sturluson family could not do without the protection of his parents and the company of friends, not to mention that there were so many contestants and judges in the Sugar Mouse Competition. It can be seen that he is the kind of person who tries to make himself feel better no matter what state he is in, so that is just Claire's wishful thinking.

"You're a girl, why don't you live in Mionnell's room, isn't it better to live in your grandfather's house?" Mrs. Malfoy couldn't help nagging.

Claire looked back at her mother—incomprehensibly stubborn eyes, and Mrs. Malfoy surrendered.

"Okay, up to you, as long as you're happy."

Claire smiled brightly, and Mrs Malfoy sighed.

The luggage was almost packed. Claire checked it roughly, then paused, and checked it again carefully. She was sure that she was right. She first turned to Bertha who was leaning next to her luggage. The latter looked away guiltily with a stiff expression. He swallowed hard.

"Bertha," Clare warned.

Bertha pursed her lips, bowed her head and remained silent.

"Bertha!" Claire's voice was a little harsher.

Bertha turned and threw herself into her mother's arms.

"What's wrong?" asked Mrs. Malfoy.

"Bertha took the birthday present I prepared for Xiaomi, the amulet I brought back from Africa last time."

"Really, Bertha?" Mrs. Malfoy asked the little girl in her arms. "You took something from your sister?"

"No." Bertha said softly, clasping her hands on her chest, refusing to look up.

"Who did you learn this from?!" Claire frowned disapprovingly. "Turn around and look up at me!"

Bertha shrugged.

Mrs. Malfoy watched silently. She and Draco doted on Bertha, but they would not indulge Bertha unconditionally.

"I'll say it again, turn around, look up, and look at me!" Claire's voice was very calm.

Bertha did as she did, looking at her sister with sobs.

"You took the things, didn't you?" Claire said blankly.

Bertha nodded.

"Give it back to me." Claire held out her hand.

Bertha knocked off the golden beans, and tremblingly handed the small gift box into Claire's hand.

"Should you tell me something?" Claire seemed indifferent to her sister's tears.

"I'm sorry, I'll never do that again," Bertha sobbed.

Mrs. Malfoy was very distressed, and was about to hold her little daughter tightly in her arms, but Claire hugged Bertha before her.

"This is my good sister, this is my little Bertha," Claire took out a handkerchief and gently wiped her sister's flushed face. "In the future, you can say out loud what you want, tell grandparents, parents, tell me, don't take it without authorization, you know?" Claire can't apply the word "steal" to her sister no matter how principled she is.

Bertha hugged her sister back, nodded, and complained after a while, "... my sister only likes Xiaomi, not Bertha, my sister doesn't play with Bertha, she only plays with Xiaomi... My sister gives Xiaomi a gift Don't send Bertha... my sister, don't dislike Bertha..."

"Of course my sister likes Bertha. We are sisters, family members, and inseparable blood relatives!" Claire finally understood the source of Bertha's impulse. To put it bluntly, she was jealous.

Bertha was coaxed into rejoicing by Claire.

Mrs. Malfoy looked at Bertha with a smile, "You don't remember? The gift your sister gave you last time when she came back from Africa was a mask amulet strung with colorful stones. Can Bertha remember where that amulet is now?"

Where else can I go? Bertha, who loves the new and dislikes the old, has long since forgotten about it. At first, she couldn't put it down, but she got tired of it after a few days, and dropped a bunch of stones because of carelessness.

Bertha thought for a long time in a daze, and suddenly covered her face in embarrassment - probably remembered, Claire and Mrs. Malfoy laughed.

The delicate Mrs. Malfoy laughed and had other subtle emotions. She hesitated to speak and looked at the eldest daughter who was playing with the younger daughter. Another voice in her heart warned her not to be overly surprised. Claire is not yet ten years old. age.

When it was dinner time, the family sat at the table and had a warm reunion dinner, chatting about their recent work and life.

Mrs. Malfoy thought of the sisters' interaction during the day, so she couldn't help leaning towards her husband, and said softly, "Dad really intends not to let Claire marry, and recruit a door-to-door son-in-law in the future?"

"Yeah, wasn't it determined from the beginning? We both discussed this issue and reached an agreement." Draco didn't understand why his wife was entangled again.

Mrs. Malfoy glanced at her father-in-law and mother-in-law hesitantly, "In this case, maybe we shouldn't let Claire and Mionir get too close?"

Draco was stuck for a second by his wife's words, and then suddenly realized, "Have you read Muggle novels again? The kind of love comes and goes, misunderstandings come and go, and death and death, the plot is weird and unbelievable ..." Oh, being stared at, Draco shut his mouth obediently, otherwise he will stay alone in the empty room tonight, and his wife is willing to sleep in the guest room all night with a novel that makes her eyes swell from crying - don't doubt, he It's not that my wife didn't do it.

Mrs. Malfoy decided to give her husband a little face, and not to complain about the things he read secretly-do you think she would not know if you hid the book, what kind of promiscuity, pornography, fraternity, conspiracy...don't be too harsh!

Draco was most likely irritated by the madam's sneering eyes, and turned to his eldest daughter, "Baby Claire, who do you most want to marry now?"

"Fanny!" Claire said without thinking.

"Look~~" Draco smiled at his wife, women just like to think wildly.

Why didn't she feel comforted at all!

Mrs. Malfoy grew more and more dejected.

two,

The case of the transnational magical animal smuggling network has attracted a lot of attention since it settled in the International Wizengamot. to discuss the case.Judge Strulusson was very calm during the period. He did not take the initiative to ask for help, did not show enthusiasm, and did not give silently. Three days later, there were differences in the trial of the case, and it reached a critical bottleneck. , the debate can't stop, it will inevitably make people bored if you hear too much, and the heat of the case has dropped sharply.

Everyone wanted to be strong, wanted to show off in court, and avoided the boring paperwork that required repeated review or pretended to be ignorant. Heimdall received the task of contacting the informant logically.This kind of work seems to be running around, but it is actually a desk job that requires word processing.

Heimdall's "sampling survey" was relatively cautious. At the beginning, he was not eager to go to someone to verify various doubts. He patiently visited two informants first, one in Egypt and the other in Austria.After the meeting, there were no unexpected incidents, and the informants did not hide like frightened birds. They were all veterans who had seen the world. The results of the meeting were quite gratifying. The information they provided was different from the information submitted by the eight countries. There are few, and it is not ruled out that the caliber or being threatened is not ruled out, but it is not the time to care about these.

The third time the informant met, he transferred Doha.

They were in Qatar, and Heimdall's "sampling survey" did not deliberately conceal it. The eight Central European countries could easily know his itinerary and investigation results. This move was also to reassure the eight countries.Generally speaking, the work received in front of everyone is superficial.

Heimdall has to go through the process with peace of mind.

The meeting place was in the backstage utility room of a wizarding theater in Qatar. The location was chosen by Doha. Heimdall still brought his assistant, Fiona, and agents from the International Police Force accompanied him for records.

The three of them shuttled back and forth in the busy backstage, and there was music in their ears from time to time—the front stage was performing, and they arrived at the utility room unimpeded, and Doha had already arrived. He turned around after the sound, and the yellow-gray cloak on his body was raised and lowered, and Doha smiled at the three of them.

"Hello." Doha grinned.

"Hello, Mr. Doha." Heimdall looked businesslike.

Doha acts like a stranger meeting for the first time.

"Shall we begin?" Heimdall said.

Doha nodded.

After that, there is a process, and the questions are the same. Doha looks a bit boring, but it is relatively cooperative.

Heimdall noticed that he never showed any sign of wanting to smoke, and the pipe he kept in his hand was gone.

After finishing the work, Heimdall rolled up the parchment. Assistant Fiona took the parchment, exchanged glances with the boss, and then walked out without making a sound. The accompanying international police officers also put away the notebook.

"Thanks, Ron," said Heimdall.

Detective Weasley hooked the corners of his lips, shook his hands, followed Fiona out of the utility room, and stood guard outside the door.

The utility room fell silent, the dim light from the wall light was unstable, and the people it illuminated flickered on and off. Heimdall waved his magic wand, and the room suddenly lit up.

"Sorry to take up some more time," Heimdall refocused on Doha. "The following conversation has nothing to do with the case. I have a few personal questions I would like to ask."

"Well," Doha nodded, raised his right hand from under the cloak, stuffed the pipe in his mouth into his mouth, stared at Heimdall for a few moments, and then smiled silently, "I'm not surprised, but you seem a little surprised. "

Heimdall: "..."