HP's Foreign Land

"I didn't expect to see you condescend to step into this house in my lifetime." Mrs. Crumb sat on her favorite sofa woven with gold and embroidered white roses, with the detached attitude of the head of the family, condescending He looked at Rommel who was sitting across from him.

"I was surprised too." Rommel smirked, his voice maintaining a smooth, almost exaggerated tone. "I didn't expect to see you again in my lifetime."

Both sides are hinting at each other, "It's incredible, why are you still alive and kicking!"

Heimdall only knows a general idea of ​​why the two families are not in harmony. The conflict started when Vidin, who was traveling to the Black Sea, met Daisy, a lady from the Sturluson family.Lonely men and widows dry firewood and ignite it as soon as they meet.Their love was fierce, and it quickly heated up with lightning speed, and soon developed to talk about marriage.

Although Mrs. Krum is a relatively powerful person, given her social status, it is normal for her to ask for a good family.

Daisy's natal family fully met her expectations, but it was a pity that she was greatly disappointed by her. She was too active and blunt, and the old lady thought that a famous lady should have none of the virtues that she could fit.The hateful thing is that the second son is so obedient and shrewd, he obeys him in front of him, but he helps his wife behind his back, and in the end he splits up with Daisy's instigation.

In short, the old lady did not like the Stulusson family who did not teach their daughters to be filial husbands and sons. At the beginning, the Stulusson family, represented by Rommel, firmly supported Vidin and Daisy to move out and live alone.It is said that the quarrel over the separation was earth-shattering, and finally the two families were torn apart on the spot, and there was no further contact.

This is not the only thing that made the old lady worry. More than ten years later, another person came to worry about it. The scary thing is that his surname is Strulusson.

The other people who were sitting next to him pretended to be deaf and dumb, trying to make themselves seem non-existent, so as not to be carried in.

Heimdall thought that Rommel must be at odds with the feng shui here, and began to sneer before the sofa under his buttocks warmed up.He picked up the cup on the coffee table, and his stomach growled untimely.

The tense atmosphere that was on the verge of breaking out suddenly froze. Except for Rommel and Mrs. Krum, everyone else looked at Heimdall with joyful eyes.

The members of the Krum family looked at Mrs. Krum in unison, their eyes full of expectation.

The corners of Mrs Krum's mouth twisted, she reached out to stroke her meticulous temple hair, and announced with her chest raised, "Let's serve dinner."

Everyone was relieved.

Heimdall ate hard at the dinner table. The smoked chicken at noon was not enough to fill his stomach. Victor included vegetables in the calculation of the portion, but it was a pity that Heimdall poked it into vegetable puree.How could that little piece of meat be enough to stuff the teeth of Director Sturluson.

Seeing him like this, Victor knew that he was not full at noon, and at the same time he could figure out that he was partial to a partial eclipse. He couldn't help sighing, planning to re-negotiate a menu with the house elf, so that he must eat even if he doesn't eat.

Heimdall didn't know that the master was plotting against him, so he kept eating happily, because the master added all the food for him, and what he added was meat, Heimdall chewed happily.

Mrs. Crumb doesn't like to talk at the dinner table—in some respects, old ladies are prone to faultfinding, and Rommel is willing to abide by etiquette at certain times—the key depends on who is around the table, so this meal It can be said that everyone is happy with the food, the only disadvantage is that you can hear a needle dropped on the ground.Everyone seemed to have a good appetite, and Plov and Anna also ate more than usual. After the meal, their faces were not very good, and they probably lasted until the end.

The adults seemed to have a tacit understanding and broke up after the meal, and the serious and positive meeting that Heimdall thought would be held did not take place as scheduled.

It was getting late, Rommel and Snow stayed for dinner, turned around and kicked the two big men out for no reason, Mrs. Kroom is a good face, she will never do anything that is bad for her reputation, at least not Will take the initiative to try, they must be staying overnight.

The old lady was obviously scrupulous about appearances, and she had a good attitude towards others, and Snow, who would not easily make people look bad, was more fond of Snow.Before leaving the dining room, the old man cared about Snow's life issues, emphasizing inside and outside the words not to learn from his elder brother, and ended up in a dismal situation where serious girls avoid him like a snake and no one cares about him.

No one cares about his elder brother?Snow glanced at Rommel and rolled his eyes in his heart. In fact, those women from good families were willing to back down, but he still carried out the image of a taciturn listener to the end, so Snow is a considerate person...

After chatting with Plov and Anna, Heimdall took his father and uncle to his room to sit down. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Toffee climbing the window with Xiaoba and Bun, and Olar squatted in front of the window in front of the bird stand seems to be giving them a lookout.

"Not bad, very energetic!" Rommel praised their vigorous spirit.

Has it harmed many animals? !Heimdall wanted to shake his head when he saw how satisfied they were all eating and drinking. He was a little worried that the original food chain in the forest would be destroyed. What if the local ecological balance was destroyed?

"Rig!" Snow's soft call pulled him back from the unrestrained clouds.

Heimdall saw something rubbing against Snow's feet, no, to be more precise, it was nibbling his trousers.

It's Plov's call.

Heimdall strode forward and picked up the phone, but the phone was determined not to let go. In the end, it was Snow who drew his wand and used magic to make the thing spit out his trousers.By the way, I also spit out the small piece of rag that was bitten off. This phone is not a living thing, it cannot eat anything, no matter how hard it is torn, it must be returned in the end.

"This is the phone?" Snow looked at the thing that was grinning at them in surprise.

"This is an improved version of the telephone in the wizarding world. Of course, the telephone used by Muggles will not be so lively." Heimdall really wanted to throw the dog gnawing king out of the window. His pair of indoor shoes were bitten by three holes in the front and back. slippers.

Since the last time he borrowed the phone from Plov, the kind Mr. Krum put the phone in his room. This was kindness, and Heimdall was ashamed to return it directly.

Before the phone bared his teeth, Snow quickly picked up the receiver, put it to his ear, and asked curiously, "Can you talk directly with this?"

"It's very convenient." Heimdall said happily. "You should also install one there, we can talk often."

Snow was very moved, but he still shook his head, "Let's talk about it after you move out of school."

Rommel took the microphone and fiddled with it a few times.

"Do you want to try it?" Heimdall pointed to the dial. "I can dial you up."

"Who to call?"

Heimdall blinked, he seemed to have only dialed one phone number, "Mr. Black..."

Rommel decisively threw the microphone back on the phone.

Heimdall came to a door with the phone in his arms, put the phone behind the door, and jumped and ran away after the phone fell.

"Where does that door lead to?" Snow asked.

"bathroom."

They sat down on the sofa, and the house elf had already brought tea and snacks. When Heimdall was pouring tea for the two elders graciously, Toffee, who had been combing hair on the rug in front of the fireplace, suddenly ran over to Heimdall. Dahl walked around in front of him.

Before taking two steps, I went up to sniff it twice, and continued to shake in front of his eyes after sniffing.He even sniffed a few more times on Heimdall's injured hand.Heimdall wanted to laugh seeing its seemingly deep look.

"Are you planning to pee on me while I'm not paying attention?" Heimdall bent down and stretched his paw under its abdomen to scratch.

Toffee couldn't bear his tickling attack, rubbed against him fiercely, turned around and ran away.

"Rig, you dropped the phone in the bathroom again?!" Victor pushed open the door and entered, holding a dark green morning jacket with an abstract pattern of rose-red velvet in his hand.

Rommel and Snow both frowned, isn't there a bathroom over there?

Rommel was the first to react, and exchanged glances with his younger brother who also reacted immediately—the couple's suite, the bathroom is shared.It was only at this time that Rommel and Snow were completely relieved that the Krum family had indeed not treated Rieg badly.

Heimdall suddenly let out a scream and rushed over, "My morning coat!!!" He took the clothes with several holes in them with a miserable face.

The original price was 68 Gold Galleons and 17 Silver Sickles, but I bought it at a half discount, so it cost 34 Gold Galleons——the bargaining price took off a fraction.

Victor really didn't want to laugh, and couldn't help it. Driven by him, Rommel and Snow simply laughed unscrupulously.

Heimdall burst into tears.

They chatted until midnight that night. At first it was just the four of them. Around eleven o'clock, Plov joined the conversation with a pot of delicious tea, and the men began to talk freely.

Many things they said sounded extremely unbelievable, but considering that this is a magical world, it cannot be regulated by Muggle theories.Heimdall, who lacks both experience and personal experience, feels superficial, and can only listen enviously, hoping that one day he can be like...not demanding, at least he can be as quick-witted as Victor, and he can express himself no matter what topic opinion, and it sounds very reliable to laymen.

So in the middle of the night, Heimdall closed his eyes gloriously.

When I woke up the next day, I found myself lying on the bed. The room was gloomy. I got up and opened the curtains, and the windows were covered with rain and fog.Heimdall wiped the glass with his hands, separated by a thin layer of water curtain, the verdant woods became more colorful in the pattering rain, Heimdall stopped to admire for a moment, then hurriedly ran away amidst the reminder of the pods to the washroom.

There were three people sitting at the breakfast table, Mrs Krum, the head of the family, Anna, the eldest daughter-in-law, and the nameless Heimdall.

The men must have stayed up all night last night, and Mrs. Krum looked at the empty dining room, watching the faces of the food on the plate flickering like magic.Heimdall felt that the old lady was kind, that she would not anger others for no reason, and he and Anna had a quiet breakfast time in peace.

Before going out, Anna handed him the donkey skin bag used to pack lunch, and Heimdall took it in surprise, sinking his hands.Before he could open the bag, Anna said, "I don't know what you like to eat, so I packed it according to the recipe the house elf gave me."

Heimdall originally thought that he was going to eat in the cafeteria today, so he said happily, "Actually, I'm not picky about food, as long as it's meat dishes, I can do anything."

Mrs Krum, who was sitting in the living room drinking tea, rolled her eyes.

Go to the IW to report; go to the consultation and liaison office to sit in the office; receive one or two wizards who have not pure purpose or nothing to do; the intelligence team leader didn't come, but Heimdall didn't care about this.

When he went out this morning, he was walking alone on the forest path, and the rustling bushes that hadn't been seen for several days sounded again, and Heimdall stopped and stopped, and Heimdall also walked.

Before reaching the usual apparition place, he turned suddenly and ran towards the bush. A small gray bird swooped out and went straight to the top of the tree.In the fine rain, Heimdall vaguely saw a vague shadow.

The little bird was out of sight as it flew up to the treetops, but Heimdall believed it hadn't flown away, hiding behind the lush branches and watching him Apparate away.

The whole morning passed in his wild thoughts. The lovelorn came to take over on time. Although he didn't come early, his positive work attitude is still worthy of praise.

Heimdall froze for a moment when he saw his heartless and relaxed posture, and tried to chat with him a few words, and his behavior was all within the normal range.There seems to be no side effects at all.Heimdall suddenly felt a little silly to sympathize with him.

During the lunch break, he returned the documents of several people, but these people honestly took them back and rewrote them.In fact, Heimdall had been waiting for Film to regain his strength. He threw the rewritten document on his desktop with a proud attitude. He waited until the end of the lunch break and failed to realize this grand scene. He turned around and went to the dressing room to prepare. I went to class.

Today, I was led by an anemic person to the Fantastic Beasts Training Center. When I met Heimdall for the second time, I lost the restraint of the previous day and the anxiety of being in close contact with vampires. After getting along with him, I found that the anemic person is just paler, weaker, and less talkative. Do things slowly, everything else is the same as ordinary people.

Mr. Wang is still the same, and when he sees Heimdall coming in, he turns his butt to him. According to the staff, he still hasn't eaten anything since they went back.

Heimdall believes that animals have a foraging instinct. Even if Hulk has strong self-control, he will always turn a blind eye to a piece of fresh meat in front of him?

After all, I didn’t dare to be so blunt. Heimdall came to have a relationship with it, not to discuss reason and emotion.

With the help of the staff, Heimdall sat on a small bench and ate snacks while disturbing it with nonsense, not sure if it could understand.Heimdall didn't expect to see results in a day, anyway, there is still a month, even if Mr. Wang still ignores him and puts the toss in the cemetery, he has no loss. I believe that the international police force will come back sooner or later as planned. Equip him with a sniffing blood.

When Heimdall left, he emphasized again that we would see you tomorrow. Mr. Wang’s buttocks moved, and he turned around, probably annoyed by him, and turned around to protest with him.

Mr. Wang opened his mouth and roared imposingly, his bloody mouth was so powerful that Heimdall quickly grabbed Bibi's multi-flavored beans through the fence and threw it into its mouth.The roaring stopped abruptly, and Mr. Wang's beastly face instantly became colorful.There are no flavors you can’t taste, only unexpected flavors, Bibi Duowei Dou, there is always one that suits you.

"It's delicious." Heimdall stood in front of the cage and looked at it with a smile.

"You don't know your blessings when you are blessed. There are so many people in the world... well, so many animals can't get enough to eat, and even go on hunger strikes. Life is still very interesting."

Mr. Wang's eyes were quite unfriendly. If there was no cage, Heimdall would have been blood spattered for five steps on the spot.

"I'm going to a place tonight, it's not peaceful there, maybe I won't be able to come back." Heimdall suddenly suppressed his smile and looked serious. "I hope you can think of me a lot. If Merlin cares, maybe you can save your life at a critical moment."

Heimdall was wearing a counterfeit police uniform robe, and the king didn't know this. At this moment, what it saw in its eyes was a police officer who was about to go to the battlefield to perform an honorable mission.At this moment, Heimdall's image is extremely tall.The anger dissipated, the king forgot his anger, and his eyes were a little dazed.Perhaps this kind of picture reminded it of something, it watched Heimdall disappear behind the elevator door intently.

"You're cheating its feelings." The anemic person was a bystander.

Heimdall shrugged, and he was not tired of tricks, "You gave me a month, and there is no rule on what can and cannot be done, right?"

The anemic person gently opened his mouth, the two pointed things were particularly eye-catching, Heimdall said to himself calmly that he was just laughing, not hungry.

Although the Diagon Alley in the evening is not as busy as it was a few hours ago, the streets and alleys are still full of laughter and laughter. The wizards who have returned with full loads stop on the street for a long time, reluctant to leave. This is a commercial street that infinitely stimulates the desire of wizards to buy.It can be said that Diagon Alley has greatly stimulated the consumption enthusiasm of wizards, and made an indelible contribution to stimulating domestic demand and introducing foreign capital to the British wizarding world.

It's still early in the summer vacation, and it's still too early for Hogwarts to start school in September.However, for the internationally renowned master of wands, there is no direct relationship between the number of visitors and the start of school. Wizards come to buy wands from all over the world.

Accompanied by Rommel, Heimdall pushed open the door of Ollivander's wand specialty store. There were no customers, and the store's furnishings remained the same. He couldn't help laughing as he rolled up a layer of dust in front of the counter.

Rommel slowly scanned the dilapidated storefront, everything was rough gray-brown, the huge cabinet occupying the protagonist's position had ambiguous lines in the dark shadows, and the weak lighting pulled the close-up and long-range scenes together.Old furniture with dusty dust, spider webs hanging almost overhead, and the floor creaking underfoot, like a nest of mice chattering under the floor.

The pot of milky white hydrangea on the counter was blooming well, and Rommel finally found a place that was slightly satisfactory. The bamboo hat-shaped green lamp hanging above the counter burst into flames and went out.

Heimdall reflexively wanted to draw his wand, but of course he returned empty-handed. Rommel took out his wand and relit the lamp that had suddenly stopped working.

The moment the lights came on, a white-haired old man stood behind the counter, startling everyone in front of the counter.

Heimdall said dumbfounded, "Are you eating smoked fish again?"

Ollivander wiped his mouth subconsciously, "No, no." He looked like he was trying to hide it.

Ollivander liked to eat smoked fish, and wished he could eat it for three meals a day. Unfortunately, his stomach didn't cooperate, and he suffered a lot for it. Unfortunately, the old man refused to change after repeated admonitions, and the scars healed every time and he forgot the pain.

Heimdall pursed his lips, and the old and the young confronted each other for a moment, and they laughed heartily at the same time.Ollivander turned over the board and came out from behind the counter, and they hugged tightly.

Heimdall introduced the two adults, and they shook hands.

"This reminds me of the scene when another Mr. Sturluson accompanied you to buy a wand." The old man smiled.

Heimdall smiled silently.

"Didn't you spend the summer vacation in Bulgaria?" The old man stroked his hair with a smile, and found that he was about to raise his arms, feeling a little sad in his heart.

Heimdall took out a slender box and handed it over, with a look of anxiety in his eyes.

Ollivander took it and opened it. At first, he was a little confused, but he didn't rush to touch the flickering ashes. After a while, his face changed, and he said with surprise and hesitation: "Is this your magic wand?"

Heimdall nodded and stared into his eyes: "I know that such a request is a bit difficult, but I still want to ask, can it still be repaired?"

Ollivander looked at the box expressionlessly, his kind face showing a bit of seriousness.

Ollivander went back to the counter with the box, staring in a certain direction, covering the lid with his palm motionless, and said nothing from the beginning to the end.Heimdall watched him anxiously, wanted to ask but was afraid of disturbing the old man's thoughts, so he did his best to calm his dantian by the side.

Rommel most dislikes others pretending to be deep in front of him, but it is only a multiple-choice question of "yes" or "no". If "yes", do it quickly; if not, buy a new one.Considering Ollivander's transcendent status in the world of wand making, coupled with the fact that he took care of Heimdall a lot in the past, and Heimdall had unreserved trust in him, Rommel decided to cooperate with the old man to carry the depth to the end.

He looked left and right, and pulled his son, who was standing stupidly facing the wall, to sit down on the two chairs behind the window.

A ray of afterglow slanted into the window, then slowly climbed to the edge of the window sill, and slid onto the trampled floor of different shades, like a pointer that was separated from the clock face, showing the three people in the room the last silence before sunset beep.

I don't know how long it took, but when Heimdall suddenly woke up, he found that the lights outside the window were already on, and the chandelier in the house that was slightly dim when he entered the door was now brightly lit.

"Rig."

Hearing Rommel call him, Heimdall turned around and saw him put a box of packed food on the small coffee table between them, and then moved the space-occupied miniature vase to the windowsill.

"Eat something first." Rommel pushed another glass of drink over.

Heimdall touched his nose in embarrassment, took the snacks and drinks, and said, "Thank you." He didn't realize that Rommel had been out in the middle of it. Looking at the gentle and peaceful expression on his father's face, Heimdall, who was warm in his heart, Dahl couldn't stop laughing.

Seeing his silly face, Rommel couldn't help but also laughed, and stretched out his hand to shave his face, "Eat quickly."

"Rig!"

Heimdall's expression changed immediately, and he left everything and ran over, Rommel had no choice but to pick up the food box and follow.

Behind the counter, Ollivander sat on a scrambled pile of literature, holding a roll of parchment spread out to the far end of the cabinet.

"Sir, what did you find? Can I get my wand back?" Heimdall asked anxiously.

The old man never fiddled with these materials in front of others, and Heimdall only saw them from a distance, let alone held them in his hands.

The old man raised his head, blinked his cloudy eyes, and shook his head regretfully, "Wands are like people, each one is unique."

Heimdall was greatly disappointed. He was not an ignorant layman, and he had been mentally prepared, but he couldn't help but have a little luck before the last moment. The master's judgment was undoubtedly a heavy punch, and Heimdall KO fell to the ground.

Rommel patted his frustrated son on the shoulder, thinking why he didn't say these words earlier, he insisted on suspending people's appetite before finalizing the decision, a British guy who put on airs.

Heimdall is used to Ollivander's behavior pattern, and now his heart is on his wand, and he doesn't have the heart to think about anything else, especially after hearing that there is no possibility of redemption, his mood suddenly plummets.

Just as he was frowning and sad, Ollivander spoke again.

"I'll check the degree of restoration of the rod core first. As long as the rod core is still there, the restoration work will be much smoother."

Heimdall was completely at a loss. Can this be repaired or not?

"Please tell me clearly, can my wand still be repaired?" Even if he has worked as a waiter under the old man for several years, it is too much for him to always look at the flowers and the moon in the fog. Heimdall hopes that he will be concise and summarize the center Thought.

"Didn't I say that the key depends on the recovery of the core of the stick." The old man was not happy anymore.

"Didn't you just say that it can't be repaired?" Heimdall was also anxious.

"When did I say I can't fix it?"

"Each one is unique, that's what you said."

"I still remember what I said, I'm not too old!" Ollivander blew his beard and stared. "It is impossible to restore your wand to its original appearance. The body of the wand is completely burnt. The specific condition of the core of the wand is currently unknown. If the degree of repair cannot reach more than 60.00%, it needs to be refined again. If the degree of restoration reaches more than half It is still necessary to incorporate other materials to supplement the missing part of the magical energy of the wand core. For us wand makers, wands cannot be copied, just like a person has only one life. Do you understand what I mean?"

After a while, Heimdall let out a breath, "Understood, I'm sorry for yelling at you, please forgive me."

Seeing his slumped look, Ollivander softened his expression, and comforted him: "Actually, repairing a wand takes a lot of time. Most people would rather buy a new one than spend time repairing it. And the cost of repairing a wand is not high. It is cheaper to buy one than the gravity. Your wand is in a special condition, and the damage is more serious. But I think it is still there, although it is weak, but it has not left you. I believe the recovery rate will be better than expected. have confidence in your wand."

Heimdall nodded and took a deep breath, "I understand these things, and I also know that my wand cannot be completely returned, I just hope to save more, even if it is only a thousandth, I will let it go. It came to life in my new wand."

"One thing you have to be prepared for," Ollivander said again.

"You speak."

"No matter what kind of wand, once the wand core is peeled off the wand body, it will change, even if the recovery rate exceeds 90.00%, the nine changes still exist. Your wand core has been exposed to the outside for a long time, and its changes are inevitable, but You can't see it yet, and when the new wand is finished, maybe you'll find it's not the same as the original."

"What are the changes you speak of?"

Ollivander pondered for a moment: "It's hard to say, because each wand is refined from different materials, and the cores of different wands vary. It may appear that a person who was originally gentle suddenly becomes fierce and irritable." On the contrary, it is also possible that a bandit suddenly becomes a devout Christian."

"Understood." Heimdalton looked bitter and bitter. "That means my wand is going crazy."