HP's Foreign Land

For two consecutive months, he was sent by Grindelwald's mountains and mountains to do whatever he wanted, and he was refreshed by the results of his inferior skills day after day. Rao had done enough psychological construction, and Heimdall's self-esteem finally burst protest.

The old rule is that whenever you are hit and broken, you have to roll in front of the master for comfort, and this time is no exception. Heimdall complained about the old dish inside and out—by the way, he flipped through his old almanac book , the master is very cooperative with the critical moment to link the past and the future, so that Heimdall can continue to play.

Anyway, Mr. Krum has never stopped making negative comments on Lao Caipi. No matter what kind of negative news he hears, he will praise it without thinking.

Heimdall's resulting drive continued into the spring of the following year, when he vowed to show Grindelwald a taste of himself, so that the other party could see that Durmstrang's Distinguished Alumni Award was not just for nothing, a How could an alumnus who dropped out of school be so embarrassing? !

How embarrassing for me as an outstanding graduate of Durmstrang!

Heimdall made full use of this period of hard training, got up early and worked hard all day long, went out with Toffee and the others in the morning, and locked himself in the workshop of the bus building at night to study wand making.Although he felt that the reason why he was beaten to the ground every minute in front of Grindelwald was largely due to the wand, but the little self-esteem left by the judge of Sturluson was determined not to mention half a point to Grindelwald. There was a voice in his heart Warn him: Lao Caipi eats more salt than you eat rice!

He does not deny this point, if he wants to tell lies against his conscience, there is no need to lie to himself, he is not that glass-hearted.

In order to let him get up early, he specially took care of Dou Pod to perform the wake-up service himself. Hina is obedient to the master, and sees him staying in bed. It feels a bit obsessive-compulsive, very reliable.

Heimdall went out with claw marks on his face almost every day, and followed the toffee army from the small door in the backyard, and then the Animagus transformed into the sky, and Olar would fly out of the room at this time to accompany his master in the sky Fly a few laps, then go back to sleep.Later, Heimdall gradually lengthened the transformation time, and after watching Olar go back, he started to fly at low altitude. Unexpectedly, this flight aroused the hunting addiction of the cute and cruel animal friends on the ground—animals Instinct prevailed, they involuntarily turned on the hunting mode, covered their breath in a blink of an eye, blended with the surrounding environment, quietly aimed at the little white bird that made their hearts tickle, and the murderous aura spread bit by bit.

At this time, Bai Falcon, who knew nothing about it, was still gliding at low altitude mindlessly, trying to get rid of another wave of drowsiness.

Toffee, the King, and Xiao Ba, who have cultivated a tacit understanding of the team in the mutual cooperation of hunting and predation over the years, rushed forward from three directions with lightning speed.

The absent-minded Bai Falcon suddenly forgot that he was still in mid-air because of the sudden killing intent.

And then, the Rieger Falcon, who has little experience in nature and is defenseless...

Little Bread endured and endured the impulse until the end, and pressed the stop button with difficulty a second before jumping out-it turned out that Little Bread was very witty, and the golden eagle finally settled the account and let it escape.

——Excerpt from "My little friend can't be so cute"

one,

"It's not yet eleven o'clock," Mionier wrote quickly.

Book: Twelve o'clock after the age of 20, one o'clock after the age of 30, two o'clock after the age of 40... I can't see your tomorrow.

"I heard that in order to save energy, Muggles will recycle certain things. Could it be that you are the same? For example, the medical records handled by a healer in a wizarding treatment institution? Or bragging about the efficacy of medicine for a certain issue? Is it obvious that there is a purposeful health magazine that prints sensationalized discounted numbers?"

Benzi: Do you think this will make you look very humorous?Very knowledgeable?It is a good thing to have the desire to express yourself. If you cannot grasp the scale, you will not be able to see your tomorrow.

"...Why did you appear? I mean you are a book."

Benzi: You shouldn’t rely on your poor imagination for exploration. I can’t see your future.

"Please face up to my question!"

Benzi: Please pay attention to my answer.

"It needs to be emphasized that this book was given to me by my father. It is my diary. I do not welcome any unknown things to encroach on the things I am eager to keep. So put away your acrimony. If you talk to I was sloppy, I burned the book at once-I will not regret it in the slightest, and I will tell my fathers this unimaginable and unpleasant thing intact, and I will ask my father to forgive me, because I gave him Burn the notebook that was given to me."

The book didn't respond for a long time, and Mionier had an incredible feeling. Through the deliberately old paper, he seemed to see the book thinking.Mionir quickly dispelled this idea. He didn't believe that the book could have the same thinking ability as a human. It must be some kind of unknown magic. Mionir patiently relied on his book in circles.

Benzi: What do you want to know?

Joy erupted in Mionir's heart, and he tried hard to restrain the complacency that was about to move.

"who are you?"

Benzi: As you can see.

"I don't believe it! Are you really just a notebook?"

Benzi: Based on the classification of human imagination, you must belong to the extremely boring column.

"Who is your maker?"

Book: The stationery counter of the Papyrus Wizard Bookstore, please refer to the printing on the back cover for the specific address.In the discount season, get one free when you spend 1 or more; get a set of best-selling products at the stationery counter when you spend [-] or more; get a No. [-] work on the bestseller list for the season if you spend [-] or more.Our retail group purchases are all available, welcome new and old customers to inquire.

"..."

Benzi: What do you want to know?

Mionier wiped his face and wrote: "It's pretty smooth, didn't it take a lot of time?"

Ben: Navy blue wizard robes, patterned ties embroidered with silver thread, dressed so formally at bedtime, I can't see your tomorrow.

Mionier was half a beat slow to realize what the book revealed. He looked down and stood up abruptly. The chair legs made a moderate noise on the ground. Claire on the bed frowned uncomfortably. Let go again.

Benzi: Calm down young man, don't disturb your little girlfriend.

"That's not my little girlfriend!" Mionir returned to his senses after protesting in a low voice. After sitting down, he copied the answer in the notebook, and then continued to write: "Can you see me?"

Now he was completely vigilant, he quietly recruited Sage, Sage reappeared after taking orders to leave, but did not bring back any helpful news, the elf did not notice anyone peeping nearby, and this is the contestant room of the Sugar Mouse Contest, If the sugar mouse is really caught by criminals in troubled waters... the sugar mouse's security force is not that weak.

Motivation?Mionier was puzzled.

The book was silent for a long time again, when Mionir put his mind back on the book, the handwriting reappeared in the book as if it had a tacit understanding with him: Has your house elf brought you good news?

Mionir took his hands off the desk, keeping himself away from the book.

He needs to calm down.

He walked around the room, and even went to the bed to tuck Claire's quilt. The girl's peaceful sleeping face made his chaotic mood gradually calm down from restlessness.

Then he went back to the desk and wrote with a pen: "Are you really just a notebook?"

Benzi: I’ve said it a long time ago, it’s Benzi who is talking to you now, why bother to doubt, if you don’t believe me, I can’t see your tomorrow.

"Thank you, I just need to see it myself." Mionier thought for a while and wrote, "Does my father know?"

Benzi: Believe it or not, I will not hurt you, nor will I try to hurt you or your family, nor will I imitate those scumbags who try to control users.This is a secret between us, I will keep it a secret for you, and will not disclose your personal information to my colleagues and bookstores, and you must keep it a secret for me, I hate fire!No!often!discuss!Disgusted!

A bunch of nonsense, succinctly just don't know.

"Well, although I still don't quite trust you, I have some understanding of my self-control ability, and I shouldn't be easily controlled by a book. I will keep a secret for you, but I won't believe your nonsense—if You really want to do that, once I find any signs of misbehavior in you, I will not be soft, I will do well, and I hope you will keep your promise!"

Benzi: That's great, I have great confidence in myself, you know I'm the jewel in the papyrus bookstore, as for you, well, if you can't do it, I won't see your bright—

With a snap, Mionier couldn't bear to close the book.

Will the treasure of the town store be discounted?Are you kidding me?

Mionier had a physical aversion to this book tonight, and it would be a disaster to hear a sentence repeated several times. He looked at the book and hesitated for a while, put it away as usual, and then looked at the pocket watch—— It was past bedtime, he rubbed his neck and walked into the bathroom.

Half an hour later, Mionir, who changed into pajamas, climbed onto the bed lightly, said good night to Claire silently, and tried to clear his mind—to drive away the myriad of thoughts in his mind that prevented him from sleeping, and to close his eyes.

Sage turned off the lights in the room, and the night was quiet and dreamy.

two,

On the second day, the little dad who hadn't come for several days appeared on the sidelines, accompanied by his uncle Draco. They mixed with Durmstrang's cheering group, holding a small flag with Mionier's name distributed by the cheering group .Mionier, who was full of surprises, waved to the sidelines, but was knocked down by a big boy who caught up with him and almost fell down. Mionier stood firm with a wry smile, and withdrew his attention, not daring to get carried away.

Claire on the sidelines yelled and waved his fists at the chubby guy who didn't seem to know that he had bumped into someone. If it wasn't for the limitation of the venue, Draco believed that the eldest daughter, who always looked like a noble young master, would rush up and beat the little chubby guy hard. Give me a good beating.

Claire's yelling continued, and her high-pitched and loud voice was particularly unique in the crowd of cheering and cheering, and the surrounding cheering groups all looked sideways.Draco couldn't help covering his eyes, the picture was too shocking, is this his baby Claire?It can't be a counterfeit of compound soup, can it?

"Look at what Mionir has brought Claire to!" Xiaolong's father tried to find the reason, and quickly grasped the undeniable crux.

It's definitely not my daughter who has the problem, it's all the fault of that brat Xiaomi!The Malfoy family's defense was deeply ingrained.

Heimdall didn't change his face, and continued to chat with the children in the cheerleading group of the German school. Although the second-grade child forgot the words in fear under President Malfoy's cold eyes, Heimdall still patiently helped the children remember them. Where did the nice chat go.

Draco was silent.

Judge Sturluson's ability to pretend to be deaf and dumb has also reached a heinous level. As long as the judge doesn't want to listen, he can let you play a one-man show forever.

Claire was not happy, "Dad, why did you say that Xiaomi led me into trouble?"

Hey, you goofy little girl!President Malfoy wiped his tears quietly, and his daughter turned her elbow outward when she was only a little old.

"Look at you, you're as crazy as that, that, that one of the Weasleys!" Draco frowned. He couldn't remember the next generation of the Weasleys because there were so many people He didn't try to memorize it, and at this time he was either confused or simply couldn't call out the name, so his reference and anger seemed particularly unconvincing and intimidating.

Judge Sturluson, who was watching, was overjoyed.

Claire, who grew up with Lucius and Narcissa, has never been afraid of her father. Claire will not openly contradict her father. Grandpa said that no matter whether father is right or wrong, father's majesty must not be questioned, let alone outside now.Claire pursed her mouth and leaned towards Heimdall, seeking shelter.

"Uncle Rieger, I'm just worried about Xiaomi, why did Dad kill me?"

"He's jealous because you care too much about Mionir." Heimdall said firmly, completely ignoring Draco's widening eyes.

With a look of sudden realization, Claire grabbed Draco's hand and acted like an ordinary little girl, "Claire cares about Dad, and Claire cares about Dad most!"

Even though he knew that the eldest daughter was coaxing him, Draco was healed, and the father and daughter immediately hugged each other affectionately.

"How's your life these two days? Your mother said you moved out of your original residence, and your grandfather changed you to a new residence near the competition venue?" Draco held the eldest daughter's little hand.

"Didn't Mom tell you?" Claire was a little surprised.

"Tell me what?" Draco suddenly had a bad feeling.

"I'm living in Xiaomi's room now..."

"What?!" Draco yelled.

"...in the wizard's tent on the balcony."

It's a pity that the second half of the sentence didn't help at all, President Ma is still Sparta.

three,

"Uncle Xiaolong, why do you look at me like that?" The new round of disassembly and assembly of magic products was over, and Mionir, who had a premonition that the result should be good, received Draco's frequent death light waves as soon as he returned to the sidelines.

Mionir couldn't help but take another look as he spoke. He believed that if Heimdall hadn't been there, Draco would have pulled out his wand and given him a hard blow.

"As a father's worries, it is inevitable that some are advanced or unreasonable," Heimdall didn't make a fuss, and even said something meaningful. "Your uncle Xiaolong just found out that Claire has been living in the wizard's tent on the balcony of your room."

"Claire said the family knew about it." Mionier said hesitantly.

Heimdall smiled, "Obviously your Uncle Xiaolong accidentally missed important information."

After learning the reason, Mionir was not in a hurry to go up to show his politeness, he had the illusion that he would never get up again.Little friend Claire, please continue to stop your father, brother, I rely on you!While thinking about it, he turned around Heimdall so that his eyes could not receive the radio wave radiation.

"Xiaomi, are you still in touch with Mr. Doha?" Heimdall asked.

"You mean to write a letter? Not really, but we met Doha nearby some time ago."

"In the U.S?"

"Yes, a coincidence, Claire and I met together." Mionier hesitated, and said Doha's request. "I don't think it's a big deal, so I didn't tell you and Dad right away."

Heimdall touched his son's face, and managed to dispel Mionir's uneasiness, "I also want to tell you that I also saw Doha a few days ago."

"It's also a coincidence?" That's too coincidental.

"No, because of work, I won't talk about the specifics. Doha used to be the little leader of a magical creature smuggling gang. He has carried a lot of lawsuits on him, and now he has washed his hands."

Mionir was surprised.

Heimdall said again, "I have hesitated whether to force you to stop contacting Doha. You should deal with this issue yourself."

"...what do you want me to do?"

"You decide for yourself, your father and I won't interfere." Heimdall said firmly, preventing the topic from going any further.

Mionir was silent.

Heimdall patted his son on the shoulder, turned his head to play with his cousin who was still acting weird.Claire couldn't laugh or cry because of her father's unreasonable troubles. Seeing Heimdall coming over, Claire hurriedly gave up her seat, hoping that Uncle Rigg could make her father "return to normal".

"It's too bad for a girl to live alone in a man's room, move out to your grandfather immediately, no, move back home immediately!" Draco's obsessive-compulsive disorder exploded like never before.

"Dad, don't you remember how old I am? Xiaomi and I have played together since we were very young, and I will also sleep in Xiaomi's room in the Knight Building. Don't make a fuss..."

Draco quickly complained to Heimdall, "Listen, this girl actually said that I made a fuss out of a molehill!"

Claire was extremely wronged.

Heimdall pretended to be ignorant and said, "Didn't you take a three-month leave with me? If it's not possible, you will live in that tent too?"

For Draco, Heimdall was definitely a bad idea.

"You asked for a three-month leave? Are you going to travel?" Claire quickly turned upside down.

Facing the innocent gaze of his eldest daughter, Draco hesitated instead.

Heimdall, who knew the inside story, raised the corners of his mouth in a funny way. The wife of Professor Lacarlini was pregnant with her second child after many years. As soon as the news came out, it quickly became a hot topic in the circle of friends, especially the desire to have more children. The mothers of their children even tried their best to ask Professor Harlan about their successful experience. Draco's wife, Claire's mother was one of them.Probably because of the harvest from the scriptures, the couple are going to find a picturesque place for their second honeymoon, and by the way, make efforts to create a human being.

Of course Draco couldn't tell his daughter about this.

All in all, all in all, Claire got his wish and stayed on Mionir's balcony. Draco, who was full of grief and indignation, didn't stay overnight, and ran home to vomit bitterness with his wife.

Heimdall didn't stay overnight that night, Mionnier bemoaned his father for not being able to fight again, and he was already in good spirits when Heimdall left.He and Heimdall came outside the building, hesitating to speak.

"Rig..."

"Ok?"

"The canvas book you gave me..."

"what happened?"

This is a secret between us

"No, nothing," Mionier smiled suddenly. "Very useful, thank you."

"As long as it's easy to use." Heimdall hugged his son, gave a few more instructions, and turned away.

After returning to the Knights Tower, Heimdall sighed to Victor, "Xiaomi has a secret now."

That night, Mionier tossed and turned on the bed. On the one hand, he suffered self-blame for hiding from his father, and on the other hand, he didn’t want to touch the book because he hadn’t figured it out yet, but he cared more about it.

"Owner."

The sudden voice startled Mionnier, and Sage was standing by the bed with an oil lamp in his hand. The light from the oil lamp shone on Sage's face from bottom to top, making the normally naive little elf's squirrel-headed mouse eyes and ghostly aura dense.

"What's the matter?" Mionier sat up with his elbows propped up.

"You should go and see Miss Claire, there seems to be something wrong, Sage can't help it..."

Mionier jumped up from the bed.