HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall pushed open the carved stained glass door leading to the washroom. The golden sun shone on his face, the sound of splashing water could be heard in his ears, and the cream-colored tiles were as smooth as a mirror. He narrowed his eyes slightly in the morning light.

Victor, who was soaping his body under the sunflower-sized nozzle, turned his head when he heard the movement, and his big white teeth gleamed when he grinned, "Good morning, baby!" The sun at one o'clock dazzled him.

Chief Sturlusson glanced at the shower curtain by the wall, and easily saw through the cunning and cunning schemes of the enemy, but he was naked and ferocious, with his muscles, his physique, and being drenched in water...he couldn't bear it.

Heimdall walked to the counter seemingly calmly, picked up the toothbrush and squeezed the toothpaste up, his eyes were almost glued to the mirror in front of him, the angle was so perfect that he didn't need to turn his head to see everything clearly.

It's worth getting up every morning to see such an eye-catching lens!At this moment, Chief Sturluson's face looked particularly wretched.

[Hey, kid, stand still! 】The mirror felt that the air in the nostrils of the pinch-eyed kid was about to spray onto the mirror, it was too indiscreet for people to go through different paths.

Heimdall quickly straightened his face, lowered his head, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and when he raised his head again, he bared his teeth in the mirror. They were very white, and he breathed into the palm of his hand, which was very refreshing.

Very good, he gave a thumbs up to himself in the mirror, moved his position again, saw the boyfriend who was already getting dressed on the other side through the mirror, and gave two thumbs up without hesitation.

Heimdall combed his hair again, and his boyfriend came over and asked for a kiss on the mouth.

Heimdall turned around and hooked his neck, sticking out his tongue, Viktor lowered his head and sucked the small piece of tongue exposed in the air, quickly deepening the kiss.Victor twisted Heimdall's tongue vigorously, the kiss began to ferment, and the breath became rapid and passionate.Heimdall raised his foot and rubbed against Victor's calf, and rubbed his other hand down from his chest. Victor's arm tightened more and more, and Heimdall's fingers touched the semi-hard skin on his body. Victor grunted in his mouth, and Heimdall's hand pointed to the master's back waist unexpectedly and grabbed a piece of flesh.

Victor's body shook violently, and his muscles tensed up—obviously, Heimdall had pinched his itchy flesh, and he didn't just jump up and twitch and laugh like an electric shock, which fully proved the master's perverted endurance.Victor was amazed that he could find it exactly...

Heimdall took advantage of the moment he froze to get out, and squeezed his buttocks by the way.Victor stood where he was, baring his teeth and grimacing. Heimdall blinked sweetly, blew a kiss, and left the bathroom with a big laugh.Tease us early in the morning, let's fight back!

【ah!ah!ah!He is so exciting, isn't he! 】The mirror let out a human scream.

The master glanced at it angrily.

He and Victor didn't live in the same room—the insistence of the hostess of the Rhodope Manor—but the bathroom was shared, which is the so-called couple's suite, although Heimdall had never understood the young couple of a rich family Why do we have to "separate".

This is Heimdall's tenth sunrise since staying at the Rhodope Manor, and he is happy to be spending the summer in his boyfriend's hometown.Well, that doesn't count last time, when they hadn't hooked up.

After learning about Heimdall's summer vacation plan, his father and uncle took a tacit attitude towards his decision. Perhaps in their eyes, as long as they leave the UK, any place is a vacation paradise.

Heimdall hadn't received a vacation invitation from Sirius Black or any hint of it until he set his feet on Bulgarian soil.Mr. Black's choice was quite clear. He kept his own son away from the terror, and he himself accompanied Harry to live and die in England.

Heimdall stood in front of the closet door and sighed, reaching out to open the closet door.

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With the sound of footsteps, Mrs. Kroom glanced at the eldest son who suddenly fidgeted in his seat, and pursed her lips.By this time Victor had strode forward and leaned over to kiss her cheek.

"Good morning, Grandma."

"Good morning, dear." Mrs. Krum's kindness was never wrong with people.

Victor took a step back, and Heimdall smiled and nodded at the hostess, "Good morning."

"Good morning." The attitude was obviously much colder.

Heimdall didn't care, because he had another goal, and quickly turned to Plov Krum on the other side, ignoring the obvious rejection of the uncomfortable man, and walked forward enthusiastically, "Good morning, Plof husband."

Victor's father pulled out an ugly smile, "Morning, Sturluson..."

"Why are you still so out of touch? I told you that you can just call me by my name. Look, it's not very smooth for me to call your name!" Ignoring the unnatural movement of Plov's cheeks, he looked at Wick Many mothers, "Good morning, Anna."

"Good morning, Rigg." Anna smiled, much more calmly than her husband.

The two sat down and breakfast began.

Plov breathed a sigh of relief, the boy's "enthusiasm" was really overwhelming for him, and for the first time, Plov sincerely thanked his mother for her almost harsh rules, and it was great not to talk during meals.

Plov desperately stuffed something into his mouth, his voice was intermittent, and Mrs. Krum frowned at the "emotional" eating, opened her mouth to teach a few words, but suddenly changed her mind, and tilted her head patiently. He raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyes to continue eating his own plate.

Plov snorted and said: "I'm full, I'm sorry." He jumped up pushing the table and moving the chair, and fled under Mrs. Kroom's unbelievable surprised gaze.

Anna was also stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Heimdall.

At this moment, Heimdall put down the spoon in his hand, wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up and said, "Excuse me." He quickly left the restaurant.

The drama in the restaurant was silent, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who had never had an emotional exchange exchanged glances for the first time.

"Rig ate too little." Anna looked at the plate that was barely moving.

Mrs. Crumb did not express any displeasure at the fact that her daughter-in-law was talking at the table.

"Give him more decoration later." Victor felt a little sympathetic to his father now.

"The Wizarding Union doesn't provide food? Why does he bring food every day?" Mrs. Krum said.

Anna wanted to laugh when she heard her mother-in-law's words. It seemed that Lige's arrival made everyone in the family unable to sit still. Madam never asked about the affairs of the kitchen.

"He said our food is delicious." Victor smiled at his grandmother.

Mrs. Krum said nothing more.

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As soon as Heimdall walked out of the dining room, the pods sprang out from the darkness. Heimdall stretched out his arms, and the pods jumped up onto his shoulders along his arms and onto his shoulders through the half-person-high flower pots on the base of the bronze statue placed against the wall. .

[Toffee looks at the room he returned to, Xiao Ba is watching. ] The pods are flying the message.

Heimdall patted the black cat on the head, and quickly ran towards his room. The exquisitely carved magic decorative mirror in the long corridor brought out bursts of bluffing: [Oh!God!Where did the wild boy come from! ] At the same time, Plov picked up a basket the size of a toolbox and was about to go out. There was a knocking sound from the window behind him. Enduring as long as glass is broken.

Plov put down the bamboo basket, rushed to the window sill angrily, pushed open the window, and snarled at the big black man who kept flapping his wings, "You foolish messenger, how many times do I have to say, I'm not Sturluson , this is not Sturluson's room!"

Plov shook the foolish messenger away with his fist.

Merlin, how could Olar send it to the wrong place.

Plov closed the window and picked up the bamboo basket again, but found that he couldn't open the door.

Outside the door, Xiao Ba was pushing against the door of the house with all his strength. No matter how hard the people inside were, it would be of no avail. He felt that the people inside were about to be annoyed.

The door slammed on the wall as if it was knocked open by something, and Plov "flyed" out of the room, almost falling into the mud.Pulov got up in embarrassment, looked up, down, left, and right, Xiao Ba on the ceiling was hiding in the shadow formed by the cumbersome decorative ceiling, motionless.

Pulov muttered unhappily from his throat, patted his clothes, straightened his trouser legs, took out his pocket watch, glanced at it, cursed in a low voice, picked up the bamboo basket that fell on the ground, and walked towards the gate.

In front of the gate, Heimdall, who was already ready to go, turned his head and smiled at him, "Do you want to go out?"

Plov nodded numbly, he couldn't remember how many times this was the "unexpected encounter".

Every morning, Heimdall never misses the opportunity to take a walk with Plov, although the other party doesn't seem to be looking forward to it, or quite the opposite.

This part of the mindful morning walk covers a distance of nearly 1000 meters, and then they will part ways at a prominent fork in the road.

Plov turned left and continued walking along the forest path to a river running through the forest. There was a small wooden house built along the river, which contained various fishing equipment. Fishing is Plov's unstoppable hobby.

If you want to experience a more leisurely life, Heimdall will Apparate to Sofia at the fork and take the wizard carriage there; if the bad weather affects your mood, Heimdall will directly apparate to Brussels——Wizard Union Next to the building, an area dedicated to wizard Apparation has been planned.

The weather was fine today, but Heimdall still decided to Apparate.

Plov is a very dull person, at least when facing Heimdall, he often doesn't say a word.As an optimistic person, everything must be positive, so Heimdall firmly believes that he is just not cheerful enough.

Most of the time it was Heimdall who was talking along the way, and Plov just listened, but he didn't know how much he listened to.

"Do you know how charming your son is?" With the fork in sight, Heimdall tries to break the ice at the end of the monologue, and he succeeds.

Plov, who was silent, raised his head suddenly.

Perhaps feeling that the stimulation was not enough, Heimdall said with a deep expression, "His ass is very sexy."

Plov was dumbfounded, and his face flushed all of a sudden. Obviously, this sensitive and decent person was shocked.

With a sense of accomplishment, Heimdall Apparated.

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It was still early, and it was not time to go to work. The floor of the International Wizengamot was completely silent. Occasionally, one or two wizards from the maintenance management department ran past, quickly displaying today's weather on the ceiling and windows.Heimdall stopped for a while in front of the notice board at the entrance of the office area, and then walked to the second room on the right, which is the changing room.

There are two rows of wooden cabinets with doors against the wall, each with a number hung on it, and the owner of the cabinet opens the door with the key in his hand.When Heimdall saw this changing room for the first time, he felt very friendly, and it reminded him of the water (public bathroom) where the sound of water and human voices were boiling together.

He walked briskly to the innermost corner cabinet, took out a copper key, opened the door, and took out the purple-red robe inside.Although the robe was empty—no insignia, no embroidery, not even a silver piping—the difference between a police uniform and a low-quality security uniform, he was overjoyed when he received the suit for the first time. .

Heimdall put aside the donkey skin bag that contained the lunch box, took off his coat, put on the long robe over the short-sleeved T-shirt, hung up the coat and closed the cabinet door.

The day of the little clerk of Stulusson officially kicked off.

First go to the reference room for a walk, take down the documents that have been neatly put together and code them again, and remove certain materials of people who have been confirmed as dead from the shelf to another cabinet, and take a few glances during this process.

After these boring tasks are finished, the time comes to eight o'clock, and IW welcomes the first batch of people to go to work.

Heimdall locked the door of the reference room, knocked on the door of the supervision and inspection office, and walked around in front of Fasi, the person in charge of the office, counting it as clocking in for work.Fassi would chat with him and ask about the work of the previous day, and he was not released until the second wizard in the office was supposed to take up his post.Heimdall had reason to believe that Fassi was killing himself.

After that, he will take the elevator to the ground floor.

That's right, it is indeed the ground floor, and this is not the final office location. Heimdall's office location is on the other side of the street. This summer, he was assigned to a peripheral window of the Wizards Union to face the public. The job is to receive wizards who come to consult and provide them with legal assistance, which is a bit similar to manual customer service.

To put it bluntly, it is to chat with people, and it is free to chat with people.

The manual customer service department of the Wizarding Union—the Consulting and Liaison Office—had existed as early as the beginning of the last century. Work was resumed in the 70s.

The original consulting content is also small. The original intention of establishing the consulting department was to help wizards who don't understand Muggles answer questions and help Muggles who don't understand wizards stabilize their hearts. After resuming work in the 70s, the number of consultation categories gradually increased. All departments of the Wizarding Union have taken up a place in the customer service department. The International Wizengamot has just been planned in the past two months. first wave.

It can be said that consulting services are for the public, that is to say, behind you is a department, and you are the face of this department.Heimdall was very nervous when he received this job. Anyway, he is the image ambassador of IW. What if he can't answer the questions asked by others?Heimdall didn't have the guts to say that he had understood the letter of the law.

He tactfully conveyed his fear to Director Faxi, and Faxi told him very calmly, "If you can't answer it, just say you don't know."

Heimdall went there anxiously, and stayed there for three days. After the three days of fruitless three days passed, he suddenly realized that no one came to consult him at all, and of course what he was worried about would not happen.

After the 70s, the office of the Consulting and Liaison Office was located in a small abandoned air-raid shelter. The air-raid shelter was inserted obliquely at a [-]-degree angle in the underground of a high-end hotel. A brown plastic canopy was hung above the entrance. Excluding the letters with arms and legs, and listening to wizards from other departments who work in the consultation and liaison office, this air-raid shelter is older than the hotel above, and it has witnessed a joint effort between local wizards and Muggles during the Great War.

IW's consultation window was set up relatively late and in a hurry, so the office is simpler than other departments.On the left and right walls of a narrow corridor about 1.5 meters wide, there are doors leading to the consultation offices of different departments. The office to which IW belongs is in a narrow door at the top of the corridor, which was originally a utility room.

Now it is jointly used by the International Wizengamot and the Pest Monitoring Center. From 9:12 am to 2:5 am, IW will send people to sit in the town, and from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm the pest monitoring center.

Heimdall stepped aside for a wizard, who gave him a friendly smile at his gesture, their faces dulled by the naked light bulb hanging above their heads.

He pushed open the wooden door of the utility room—now the office—and he was not surprised to see the messy desktop, the nut shells all over the floor, and the waste paper clumped together. The past few days have made Heimdall comprehend It's no use complaining.He pulled out his wand and quickly cleaned them up. After the table was clean, he sat on the chair, quickly took out the sandwich from the cloth bag, stuffed it into his mouth, and took out a thick notebook to read.

The final exams of those students who participated in the Triwizard Tournament were postponed until after the start of the school year. Several brothers have been giving Principal Karkaroff an opportunity to exempt them from their final exams. Unfortunately, the principal also has a firm stand sometimes.

The wall clock on the wall rang nine times. Heimdall closed his notebook, tied the cloth bag tightly, and started his day's work.

In fact, it is stupid to wait.

Before taking up the job, he was worried that his business would not be good enough to discredit IW, but now he is staring at someone who will quickly come to discredit him.This utility room is like a pigeon cage. It doesn't even have a window. It is small and airtight. Except for the time to go to the bathroom, everything else is used for storage.

"Shouldn't come" was actually a bit inappropriate. It was almost 1 o'clock when there was a knock on the door. Someone pushed the door and walked in slowly. Heimdall stood up.

What came was an old lady who walked tremblingly, her orange-red hair was disheveled on her head like a bird's nest, her dry face was covered with wrinkles, she was wearing a colorful woolen cardigan, and her neck was tied She was wearing a rose-red scarf, a thick calico skirt underneath, and a pair of pointed leather shoes.

The first time he saw this old lady, Heimdall felt dizzy. It was the first time he saw someone integrate so many colors.

Heimdall went around the desk and helped the old lady into a chair and sat down.

"What about the swallow-tailed dog?"

The old lady said "ah".

Heimdall asked again, much louder than before.

The old lady laughed, her face wrinkled into a ball of chrysanthemums, "I can't run anymore!"

Heimdall laughed too.

The old lady came to the door five days ago because the fox Meizi was eaten by the neighbor's swallow-tailed dog. She wanted to ask how to get rid of the swallow-tailed dog.According to the old lady's own introduction, she is a local wizard. She once went to the pest control office of the local Ministry of Magic to ask for help. They thought that she was demented and unreasonable and would not accept her, so she came here.

It was the first time that Heimdall heard that someone kept foxes as pets and swallowed dogs as pests.Resisting the urge to correct the misconceptions, she tactfully told the old lady that he was not the person she was looking for.

Of course he didn't come to see him, and he shouldn't be there to receive them. The problem is that the wizard at the Pest Monitoring Center who took over from below took his lateness as a fashion.In fact, the Consultation and Liaison Office of the Wizarding Federation is not allowed to be vacant according to the regulations, that is, the two hours of rest in the middle should be shared by the two wizards who are succeeding each other.

Heimdall, who was on duty until 12 o'clock, should be delayed until 1 o'clock, and the wizard who was supposed to take over at 2 o'clock should go to work at 1 o'clock.In this way, everyone has free time to eat. Heimdall doesn't know how the other offices are arranged, but the one who replaced him never came early.

It's fine once or twice, but it's a personal problem if it happens five or six times.This caused the wizards who were supposed to be received by the Pest Monitoring Center to work for them from IW. It really made people laugh out loud. Now the International Wizengamot has even tried the vermin...

You think for others at work, but they never take you seriously.It feels like unrequited love.

The old lady doesn't care which department you belong to, she's all about Heimdall, you're the one who will see, you have to find a way to solve the matter for me.

Under the circumstances that nothing made sense, and the successor was not strong enough, the little clerk Sturlusson bit the bullet and faced the difficulties.

Apparently, the result is not bad.

With a chrysanthemum face, the old lady repeatedly promised to write a thank you letter to the Pest Monitoring Center.

Heimdall had given up on correcting the letter of thanks.

Someone knocked on the door three times, then pushed the door open and poked his head in. It was a middle-aged man with a big beard. He was not surprised to see Heimdall still sitting behind his desk, "Let's go? It's almost two o'clock .” Directly ignoring the existence of the old lady.

This is a staff member of the Consultation and Liaison Office of the International Magical Injury Treatment Center next door, and every time he kindly reminds him to do everything according to his ability.