HP's Foreign Land

The surface of the river is golden, and the shallow water washes back and forth on the river beach, and the stones on the river beach are shining like a mirror.The endless dense forests criss-cross above the head, forming a large green canopy.Occasionally, one or two small animals ran past the edge of the forest, and soon disappeared.

Krum and his son walked on the river beach with ease. Even though they were wearing long robes tightly packed from head to tail, they didn't sigh to complain about the weather.Heimdall raised his head, the dazzling light shuttled among the green leaves, and the narrow or wide beams of light piled up spots of light on the ground, continuously increasing the temperature of the ground.

Heimdall took off his hat again and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He took off his robe and put it on his shoulders. The cool wind blew from the dense forest, and he sighed comfortably.

"It's really hot to go fishing at this time." Plov took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, and unbuttoned the top two buttons.

Heimdall looked at Victor. The latter was still wearing the hot wizard robe, even the buttons on it were neatly buttoned.

Victor, who was looking at the bushes opposite, felt his eyes turn back to his face, and he stretched out his hand.

"I'll take it myself." Heimdall changed the robe on his shoulders to the other side.

"Is it hot to cover your neck so tightly?" Victor reached out to Heimdall's shirt collar, and he tilted his head away.

Victor withdrew his hand and said nothing, just looked at him.

Heimdall shrugged pretending to be relaxed, "I like the collar upright, it looks very stylish." By the way, he made a cool look of a Hollywood actor in his memory.

"Style? Maybe I would believe it if I were someone else."

"I don't want to hide anything from you. I do have something I want to tell you, but not now." Heimdall glanced at Plov, who was always looking for something to say, and took this opportunity to turn back frequently.

"Fishing is the best." Victor smiled and embraced his shoulders, his eyes quickly scanning from above.

After all, the height of the neckline is limited. In addition, no matter how close the fabric is to the skin, it is impossible for it to stick directly to the skin. As long as you are willing to observe, you can easily find something.

Without realizing it, Heimdall started a conversation with Plov—the content was mainly about precautions for fishing beginners—for a while, no matter how interesting the content of the conversation was, the master still didn’t say a word until Plov Cheers loudly to announce the end of the walk.

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"Victor, how did I teach you?"

Victor, who was arranging the fishing gear in the cabin, turned his head, and Plov looked at himself anxiously, "I think it's very good, if you taught me this way, I believe I would like fishing more, and I don't have to keep taking other things." Something teases me."

Plov laughed heartily twice—maybe he thought of some embarrassing incident when his son was a child, and continued to look at his son expectantly after laughing.

Victor turned his head back, and said while picking up the things in the box: "I suggest you ask him in person."

Plov looked embarrassed.

Victor said again, "If you don't communicate with him, how will you know whether he understands or not? That's not the case with a good teacher."

Plov was fooled by Victor and left.

On this side, Heimdall flipped the fake bait in the small box casually, and Plov, who had been watching him for a long time, came over, put the small bench beside him, sat down and said, "Isn't it boring?"

"Why do you say that?" Heimdall was a little surprised.

"Because you look..." Plov thought about his words, "a little absent-minded."

Heimdall noticed a slightly hurt look on his face, and immediately realized how obvious his attitude was, followed by a moment of embarrassment and subsequent blush.In other words, his ability to hide his thoughts is too low, and his psychological quality needs to be improved.Since he chose "fishing the best", fishing should be carried out to the end. Keeping Plov happy is the top priority at present, and Heimdall intends to make up for his negligence.

"I'm sorry, you kindly invited me to go fishing, but I have such an attitude." Heimdall said sincerely. "I'm just a little worried about the magic show in the morning..." The first half of the sentence was sincere, but the second half was nonsense.

Plov quickly believed in his "honesty", and comforted him, "You can't think too much about this kind of thing. The more you think about it, the worse it gets. Maybe the result is better than expected." After speaking, he smiled at him.

Heimdall blinked his eyes, the smile just now made him think he was facing Victor for a moment.

"What's wrong with you?" Plov found him a little dazed.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just think you and Victor look alike."

"He's my son." Plov reminded him funny.

Heimdall also laughed, "Yes, that's right, that's right."

Without warning, they fell silent. After Plov found out the reason for Heimdall's absent-mindedness, he seemed to lose the courage to continue the topic, or Mr. Krum, who was never good at developing topics, ran out of words.

"He's also very similar to you." Heimdall wanted to reach out to touch the fishing rod on the ground, but Plov slapped it off, and Heimdall giggled twice.

"Hit your hand?" Plov squinted at him with a smile in his eyes.

How could he be joking with himself?Heimdall hoped that such an atmosphere would continue. It was right to go out for a walk. Nature can make people feel good, and all troubles become small and insignificant.Surrounded by greenery, Heimdall took a deep breath, and then gave the other party a bright smile.

"I mean you're all taciturn people, and I'm a chatterbox with your son."

"It's not uncommon for men in the Krum family to play tricks." Plov said seemingly calmly. If you don't look at his raised eyebrows, Heimdall must be shy and introverted towards the Krum family. The man is convinced of this statement.

Heimdall made a gesture to pick up the fishing rod again, but was slapped away by Plov again.The two looked at each other, and Heimdall smirked again to announce the end of the confrontation.

Plov said helplessly, "I now believe that you have never caught fish."

"I never lie." Heimdall yelled in his heart as he said: Merlin!I did not do it on purpose! ! !

After a while, Heimdall confessed, "...Actually, I have fished before." He took off the fisherman's hat on his head and fanned it, seeing Prov's noncommittal expression, and said, "If you are a real fishing expert See, that’s not fishing at all, it’s the same principle as a pet cat fiddles with goldfish in the bathtub.”

Plov showed a puzzled expression.

"It's just fishing in the fish pond." That was all in the previous life, Heimdall thought with some emotion.

"A pond for fish?" Plov asked.

"Yes, someone else took me there. If you pay some money, you can take the fish you catch back home and handle it yourself."

"What's the point of that!" Plov seemed to be quite contemptuous.

"Fishing also has different pursuits. There are people like you, and there are also small fish ponds that can satisfy you. No matter what you want to do, you want to be happy. Isn't it great to go out happily and go home happily?"

Plov nodded. He agreed with Heimdaltu's happy statement, but he did not agree with the fishing method of "fishing for ornamental fish".

"Have you ever tried sea fishing?" As Heimdall said earlier, it seemed that when he was with the man from the Krum family, he became a chatterbox if not a chatterbox.

"No, but I've heard it from people who fished with me." When it came to things related to fishing, Plov changed his shy and introverted style and became excited. "It was interesting to hear what they had to say, but never had the chance to try it."

The focus of sea fishing and freshwater fishing is completely different. Sea fishing has certain requirements on the fisherman's physical fitness. Some sea fishermen will not hesitate to trek across mountains and rivers in order to find an ideal fishing place.Rock climbing, mountaineering, swimming, etc. are omnipotent. If conditions allow, you need to learn to drive a yacht and understand basic sailing knowledge. In short, as a mature sea fisherman, you must train yourself to become a player in the Seven-Star Off-Road Challenge.

This is a sport full of adventure and excitement. Of course, many conditions that discourage Muggles may not matter to wizards.First of all, the most basic difficulty of hiking with weight is easy in front of magic.

"I heard from Vidin that there are good sea fishing clubs in Montenegro. Professionals are in charge of organizing and making arrangements, or you can go by yourself. The club is responsible for providing information." Plov was fascinated leisurely.

Hearing him talk about the Bernick family whom he hadn't seen for a long time, Heimdall took the opportunity to ask, "When will they come back?"

"At the beginning of next month."

The Bernick family spent most of their summer vacations in the "Horn House" in Montenegro. The Horn House was one of the old Struluson's legacy to Daisy.When the old Sturluson was still building, the Sturluson family would go to the Horn House in Black Mountain for vacation every summer.Unlike the British wizards who like to run to Greece, the British Strulusson prefers the coast of Montenegro.

Seeing Plov's envious look, Heimdall said: "We will go to Montenegro someday. My grandmother also has property there, not far from the Horn House. However," Heimdall did not refuse to Plov "I want to collect rent. According to the local market price, my house is very popular."

Seeing his philistine appearance of not being rich enough to talk, Pulov couldn't help laughing, and frowned pretending to be unhappy, "Got it, I'll just give it!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Victor closed the door of the cabin. Seeing them talking happily, he couldn't help curling his lips. He moved a small wooden stool and walked over to sit on the other side of Heimdall, pulling it over when he sat down. Heimdall kissed hard on the face.Except for a few more twitches from the corners of his eyes, Plov can basically turn a blind eye to himself, or face his son's sexual orientation more frankly.

This was a very good start. With a smile, Victor took out his handkerchief and wiped Heimdall's sweat. When his handkerchief slid along his chin to his neck, a shadow flashed in his eyes.

×××

They returned to Rhodope Manor before dinner, Krum and his son had more or less harvested, Heimdall was empty-handed, and he was like a soy saucer during the whole fishing process, idly looking around.

Plov didn't show any displeasure. Beginners will feel more bored because they can't catch the fish. The key lies in perseverance.

They parted ways at the stairs, and Plov asked Heimdall about fishing.Anna, who came out to greet them, smiled kindly at first, until she found that her husband didn't intend to end the speech for a while-the previous topic could lead to more topics, so she made a question that was not a question and put it away. The eloquent Plov withdrew.

Heimdall walked into the room, the pod cat was reading the newspaper, and Olar was still sleeping.Last night, Toffee and Little Eight Eyes came back with a bloody smell, and it took a long time to wash under the shower nozzle in the bathroom to dissipate the smell.This smell, which is not very harmonious to human beings, seriously irritated Miss Little Bread. This morning, the little eighth brother took his sister out to play together, and he hasn't come back yet.It is estimated that the animals in the woods will suffer.

The room was silent, except for the occasional rustling of newspapers.

Heimdall put the wizard robe and fisherman's hat on the railing at the end of the bed, and unbuttoned his sweat-soaked short-sleeved shirt with a collar.

[What happened to your neck?I've never heard of a chokehold on a magic show. ] The pod cat was standing on his pillow like a ghost, with a pair of big eyes that were bright and scary.

"That's the question I want to ask too." Victor walked into the room and closed the door behind his back.

Heimdall took out the ointment from the pocket of his robe and handed it to Victor. After opening it, Victor looked at the light carefully for a while, "This thing is good, where did it come from?"

"Given by a Disguise Magus."

"What do you want to say to me, listen carefully." Victor asked Heimdall to sit on the edge of the bed, then applied ointment on his neck, and rubbed it hard, making a room chief yelp in pain.

In his sleep, Olar flinched from his master's yelling.

"My wand is gone." After Heimdall finished speaking, Victor paused, and the pain in his neck suddenly eased. Before Heimdall could heave a sigh of relief, the pain swept away with lightning speed. Come, Heimdall burst into tears.

"Go on, I'm listening." Victor said calmly.

The pod cat flicked its tail and squatted quietly.

Heimdall gave a succinct description, everything that should be said, and what should not be said, and he gave it to Pod and Victor without reservation.

Victor had a serious expression on his face, and Heimdall looked carefully for a long time, but couldn't see anything.

"Aren't you scolding me?" Heimdall sat upright.

"What are you scolding for?" Victor gave him a funny look.

Heimdall pouted, "Those people are followers of Grindelwald."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Make the best use of everything, and let them eat black if necessary."

Victor knew that he was worried that he would be unhappy, so he pulled out a smile, buried his face in his hair, and then slid a kiss to his forehead, "It was Grindelwald who killed my grandpa."

Heimdall still looked at his expression worriedly, and nodded after a while, "I see."

The pod cat jumped up and onto his lap, Heimdall hugged it and gently scratched its chin, and the pod cat purred comfortably.

"Haven't you told Rommel about this?" Victor put the used ointment on the bedside table.

Master Krum thought maliciously, according to a certain chairman's temper and disposition, he had already spent a lot of money to seal the water around Rigg, and by the way he justly excluded himself, so that even a fly could not fly in.

"I haven't figured out how to tell him yet." Heimdall was a little distressed.

Victor said knowingly, "Are you planning to hide it if you can?"

Heimdall was not surprised to be spotted by him at all, "...can't it?"

"If your wand is fine, it might work, the problem is that you need to buy a new one now." Victor sat down beside him. "Have your household registration information been transferred back to Iceland?"

"That's right, but are the two related?" Heimdall said confusedly.

"Of course. There is a wand registration information column in the wizard's household registration information. No matter which country your household registration falls in, this information is required. Currently, the wand registered in your household registration information is the one purchased by Ollivander's store. Wizards need to submit an application for data replacement after changing the wand. If the wand data is not updated in time, if something happens, they may be sued for it. Once the wand data is updated, even if Rommel does not know it now, he will still Know."

Heimdall understood that with Rommel's social status, there would be a large number of wizards rushing to tell him about any changes in his son, even though Rommel didn't care about it at the time.

"My advice is to tell him now rather than wait for him to hear it from someone else."

Heimdall nodded, "You're right." Then, finding the master's inscrutable smile, he snorted vigorously to express his contempt. "What about you? You're just talking about me, you haven't told Anna and Plov about your injury." What a big-tailed wolf.

Victor rubbed his nose, "This is different."

"What's different?" Heimdall patted him on the shoulder. "Mr. Klum, do you know what it means to lead by example? I, a good young man, have been spoiled by you."

Victor curled the corner of his mouth helplessly, then unexpectedly grabbed his chin and gagged his mouth forcefully.

Heimdall struggled a few times with a "hmm" before disarming and surrendering.

The pod cat let out a disdainful "meow" and jumped off Heimdall's lap.

×××

Heimdall took out a change of clothes and was about to take a shower, only to find that the ointment just now was in vain. After the shower, the master applied it again, and Heimdall burst into tears again.When they went down to the dining room, the other three were already seated, waiting for everyone to have dinner together.Heimdall apologized repeatedly, and then sat down.

The wizard robe was no longer wearing a high collar, and the ring of finger prints around her neck was shocking. Mrs. Krum glanced at it several times, and finally couldn't hold back the rule of "you don't talk about food". It's time to speak.

"What happened to your neck?"

"It was pinched." Heimdall frowned.

Except for Victor, the other three looked at him in amazement. His tone was too ordinary, as if he was complaining that today's dinner was a bit salty.

"what happened?"

Mrs. Crumb turned to look at Victor, who told his grandmother with regret, "I haven't got permission to spread the word, you should ask Rigg."

Victor did not deny what he just said, and Mrs. Kroom's face immediately sank.

"What exactly is going on?"

No, the old lady's anger did have momentum, and the house elf standing by the table serving dessert for them disappeared with a shriek.

Heimdall regretted that his dessert was delayed, and Mrs Kroom was still glaring at him across the table.

Heimdall put down the fork, hesitantly said, "I will move out in two days."

Now Plov and Anna stared at each other.

Mrs. Crumb's face became even more unkind. According to the old lady, even if she didn't like this kid living in, she had to find a reason to drive him out. If he moved out early by himself, it was because she didn't treat guests well. She would never allow any news that was not good for the Krum family to spread.

"Okay, why are you leaving?" Anna asked anxiously, and Plov looked at him nervously.

Heimdall thought for a while, pressed the part about the intelligence team leader, and said the other parts.

The members of Krum's family collectively changed their faces.

"Those saints are coming for me. My staying here is not good for the safety of Krum's family. You may be implicated..."

"Let them come!" Mrs. Krum snarled and slapped the table hard. Her eyes were like knives, and she stood up under Heimdall's awe-inspiring gaze. "Damn saints! There are no cowards in our Krum family!"

Plov and Anna were expressionless, their awe-inspiring expressions seemed to agree with Mrs. Kroom's sworn roar.

The old lady pointed at Heimdall aggressively, "You are not allowed to leave!"

Heimdall found that he couldn't refuse at all, and couldn't do anything except nod.

The method of using the bruise on the neck to temporarily draw a line with the Krum family failed. It was counterproductive, but it stimulated the old and new hatred of the Krum family.

No wonder he deliberately exposed his neck to show off. The Lord chose to turn a blind eye, implying to encourage him to give it a try. In a blink of an eye, he saw the Lord propping his chin with his hands, and his lazy smile was very sexy—it was a kind of calmness with everything under control , Heimdall is old and melancholy.