HP's Foreign Land

They retrieved the photos from a tabloid office in Mumian Ancient Town and made them into event photos that satisfied the photo holders.In the wizarding world, it is almost impossible to find a place to print photos for ordinary wizards, and Victor and Heimdall are not proficient in this field. Later, under Carlo's introduction, they met a member of the local tabloid "Wizards for Dummies". Only by being a famous reporter can he have all kinds of convenience in the future.

Heimdall happily gave the money—of course, you can’t squander other people’s kindness without limit—after bidding farewell to the newspaper office, he and Victor walked into a family hotel, and came to the kitchen in the face of the proprietress’s gracious smile.After trying the homemade sauce, Victor exchanged a few words with the proprietress, and bought a small bottle with satisfaction. Heimdall thought the cured meat in the jar looked delicious.

The vegetables, melons and fruits on the shelves were kept quite intact and fresh by magic, revealing the four seasons that are completely opposite to the harsh weather outside, releasing the gorgeous style of nature.Heimdall tried his best to learn to appreciate their beauty and work hard for it. The master felt that his expression had a strong tendency of criticism, as if he was looking at a realistic oil painting instead of a cabbage. .

Victor reached out and took the cabbage away, and raised the corner of his mouth maliciously under Heimdall's surprised gaze, "I'll eat this tonight, it's your choice."

Chief Sturluson beat his chest and stamped his feet. If he knew it, he would have been staring at the whole sheep over there.

The proprietress’s only son Monkey strongly recommended a new breed of meat sausage to Heimdall, and Director Strulusson couldn’t resist the temptation, especially after learning that the meat sausage was made of his favorite chicken, he “passionately” bought a long string.Victor looked at the smiling Heimdall, and at the string of sausages that were made into agate necklaces and bundled together in small pieces. When he checked out, he decisively pushed away the small bottle of sauce and bought two more bottles. The proprietress gave away a bottle for free because of the love of an acquaintance.

In the past two years, the monkey’s family hotel has not changed its look due to the mentality of a rich British wizard eager to repay his favor, and it has not dramatically gotten rid of the empty business situation as shown in the movie-that is, the so-called good people have good people. report.The monkey's parents always emphasized that it was the monkey who made the decision at the beginning, they didn't know it, and they couldn't accept Mr. Black's kindness, and there was only one thing they had reservations about, and that was about the future of the monkey.In the letter, Sirius assured them and sincerely requested that if the monkey was going to study in Durmstrang in the future, he would bear the expenses for the seven academic years alone.

Before leaving the family hotel, Heimdall asked the monkey, "What are your plans for next year?"

The monkey's face flushed slightly, "Which magic school will Little Pepper go to?"

Heimdall winked at Victor amusedly, and the monkey lowered its head shyly.

"I don't know about this, aren't you friends?"

The monkey pouted in disappointment.

"I suggest you ask her yourself, I believe she will tell you, there is nothing to hide, isn't it?" Heimdall patted the monkey's thin shoulders, and left the family hotel with her boyfriend and turned to another street.

After a full meal of delicious chicken sausage, Victor sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace and read with the book of the referee qualification examination; Heim, who washed the pots and pans, tidied up the kitchen counter, and wiped the table Dahl went upstairs - the two of them had a clear division of labor, the cooking and cooking belonged to the master, and the follow-up to the head of the room - he nestled on the other side of the sofa with the photo in his arms.

When he picked up a photo of himself with the Spirit Village school team, he couldn't help but raise his mouth.

The master on the other end looked over the book and found that Chief Strulusson was laughing triumphantly. He raised an eyebrow, "What are you laughing at?"

Heimdall waved his hand, with a face full of condemnation, "Deserting is wrong."

The master shook his head and turned his attention back to the book.

Today until they left Spirit Village, they couldn't wait for the teacher who was busy ending their singles.After the self-study class, at the suggestion of the representative of the Quidditch League, the thirteen children formed two teams according to the usual degree of intimacy. A small dispute, and persuaded a member of the inspection team who was already eager to try, and the competition was held in the school's sand court.

Victor, who was originally the representative of the referee council, took over the whistle of the referee without hesitation. Heimdall became the temporary coach of one of the teams on the recommendation of the boy who loves to learn.

This is a messy ball game that ignores any rules. Every participant is fully engaged, and the onlookers are carried away. The shouts of the villagers attracted by the game become the driving force for the players to go crazy. For the player's parents, their words of encouragement are very inflammatory, such as "knock him over", "don't bother with this", "yeah, pull hard", and "kick it, hurry up", "don't care about the referee ""Don't let him see" and so on, in order to give the referee Krum repeated problems.

However, for these children who want to commit fouls under his nose, that little trick is really not worth mentioning. They are often caught right when they are about to implement it, even if they want to go around behind him to cause an alibi. The effect is also completely impossible, unless anyone of them can fly faster than Victor Krum on the field and react faster than the world's number one seeker.

After all, the miracle did not happen. Referee Krum killed every sprout before breaking the ground, and even stepped on the soil a few times.

For Krum referee, this was a unique experience, futile fouls and methodical containment, the result of the tug-of-war can be imagined.For coach Stulusson, this is also an interesting experience, not only to take care of the situation on the field, but also to analyze the opponent's tactics and fight wits with the referee. How to find the referee's loopholes has also become Stuart Coach Lu Song urgently needs to face the problem.

When the game lasted for nearly an hour, coach Sturlusson had a "dispute" with the referee Krum. The result was quite regrettable. Coach Sturlusson lost. He attributed the reason to the fact that he was not as experienced as the opponent. After all, he only imagines and deploys through the rules and a small amount of watching experience, unlike Klum referee who has rich on-the-spot experience.

The game ended when the Golden Snitch was caught by Heimdall's team of Seekers and won.

Heimdall was almost strangled by 7 children, but he did not forget to urge the winners to show their demeanor to the opposing team.Referee Krum raised his eyebrows and looked at him indifferently. Coach Sturlusson smiled and shook his hand, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble, Referee Krum."

The master pretended to express his feelings, "Fortunately, you are not going to be a coach, otherwise you will definitely be blacklisted."

When they left Liquor Village, they took a group photo with thirteen children, each with a satisfied and bright smile on their faces.

The delegation returned to the village of Luxembourg, where they gathered at the beginning, and held a brief summary meeting there. Long, the views put forward are also the most practical.

When the leader of the investigation team finished his final concluding speech, he suddenly looked at the wizard Kenny who was holding a camera and pretending to be busy, and the representative looked unpredictable: "Mr. Stulusson, we will not take today's Let’s talk about it.” The other representatives cooperated and cast meaningful glances at him.

Chief Sturlusson gaped... and slowly raised the camera to cover his face.

……

Heimdall put down the last photo he had taken at the wrap-up meeting, really wanting to get under the table.

Victor, who didn't know when he came to his side, picked up one of them to admire.

"Stop reading?"

"Today's task is completed." Victor is a man with a plan. "I didn't expect you to really know how to take pictures." He looked at Heimdall.

"Maybe I don't know music, don't understand famous paintings, don't know anything about opera and dance, and don't know anything about poetry and philosophy, but I must be good at something." Mr. Sturlusson seemed to be calm, with that invisible little tail It's almost up to the sky.

Victor pulled him over with a smile, and Heimdall leaned against his boyfriend, expressing his views on the scenes in each photo.

"He's in good health and there's no problem with nutrition," Heimdall said.

"Compared to someone who was so short that he was almost invisible, their nutritional conditions are indeed good." Victor said and gestured.

"...Are you sure you're talking about a wizard child and not a house-elf or goblin?" Heimdall questioned the height of his gesture.

"Maybe it's an exaggeration." Victor disagreed.

"It's so exaggerated that it's not even human?" Heimdall sat across his lap, compared the height of their heads, and looked down at Victor's raised eyes. "See? According to you, how could I grow so tall in just a few years?!"

Victor couldn't help but laugh, is there such a comparison?

"So you are a wizard, not a house-elf or a goblin." Victor answered the words smoothly, with both hands deftly opening the hem of his clothes behind him, touching his back, with a playful smile on his face. "It's a good thing you're not, otherwise I'd be in trouble."

"I must remind you, if someone makes such comments about my height, and uses inappropriate metaphors to imply that there is some connection between me and house elves or goblins..." Heimdall looked at Wick threateningly. More eyes, release the pressure on him. "Do you know what I'm going to do?"

Victor remained calm: "How?"

"Put out your tongue!" Immediately afterwards, he noticed that the expression on Victor's face had changed, and he looked at himself expectantly.

"Well, since you want me to demonstrate it to you so much, I will reluctantly agree." Chief Sturluson sighed pretending to be troubled, held the master's face, put his lips in his mouth, and said Sticking out the tongue at the same moment the master's lips parted.

the next morning.

"You don't have to accompany me, I think you should stay in your room and have a good rest." Heimdall was still talking when he walked out of the gate of the Goblin Inn. "I know you have a lot of things, you insist on coming back to accompany me every week, of course I am very happy, but I don't want to become your burden, it is very bad for your health... I have been talking for a long time, did you hear— —”

The words came to an abrupt end, and Victor stroked Heimdall's neck, which was one of the weaknesses of Chief Sturluson's body. The back of his neck near the back of his shoulders was quite sensitive.

"You have to repeat it every week, now, shut up, okay?" Victor put on an unreasonable look, and glanced coldly. "Otherwise I'll shut you up in the way I really want to use now."

so cool! ! !A room chief's little heart thumped a few more times in disappointment - maybe part of the reason was that the hand that the master "forgot" to withdraw on the back of his neck - became honest, ignoring the hints in the words.

Victor curled his lips, why is he so obedient, in fact, the master doesn't mind at all being immoral in broad daylight.

They walked along the stone stairs outside the house to the road, and walked towards Zhongxia Avenue, the main road of Mumian Ancient Town. On the way, Heimdall bought a cup of sweet slug soup that he had never had the courage to try. He hesitated when paying the bill. When he found out After the sweet soup tastes a bit like mango, it is full of praise.Victor took out his handkerchief to wipe his mouth, deciding not to tell him what the little cinnamon-colored flakes in the sweet soup were.

Heimdall’s task today is to visit the Durmstrang Employment Consultation held at the Kapok Theater—by the way, I found Hassler—the German school will arrange some work units to enter the venue for self-promotion, and the students of the German school can freely Visitors, especially students who are about to graduate, hope to gain something from the exhibition.

It is worth mentioning that the exhibition is just an interactive consultation, which is convenient for students and employers to get to know each other. It is not a job fair, so the principal repeatedly emphasized to the students that there is no need to confirm anything immediately. No one expects you to do so. Please use your brain carefully Think about the future.

Durmstrang's school flag was hung on the top of the arcade in the theater, and colorful banners and flags were hung around the school flag. They were all masterpieces of the participating units of the consultation meeting.Students came and went in and out of the venue, including the younger grades who were still many years away from graduation, who also joined in the fun, adding a bit of popularity to the not-so-humorous consultation session.

Heimdall stood in front of the arched doorway and looked up at the banners and flags. He was surprised to see many advertisements for himself from well-known companies, such as the British Nimbus Athletic Broom Manufacturing Company; a pharmaceutical company affiliated to a well-known Pharmacists Association ; Famous news media organizations, etc... Of course, the Gringotts Wizarding Bank is also indispensable. The miserly goblins paid a lot of money to occupy a prominent position on the arcade and hang banners. They showed great enthusiasm for picky wizards who can be upright .

"Don't believe it is true," Victor said dryly in the tone of someone who has experienced it. "When the real job fair comes, you will find that many companies or organizations disappear out of thin air like drinking an invisibility potion."

"It's a good thing neither of us has to look forward to it." Heimdall looked away.

The theater is arranged into three floors. On the first floor, there are dazzling leaflets that fall from the sky. These leaflets have no omissions and no dead ends, and embrace all the students who enter the first floor to release their enthusiasm.The students can only let them fill their pockets with a headache. If they take them out, a new round of flinging and hugging will follow.Some of the companies listed on the flyer can find their consulting locations on the second and third floors of the theater, and the rest can only inquire from the addresses listed on the list by sending letters.

In addition, you can also find more serious, decent and old-fashioned leaflets from an old-fashioned wooden shelf against the wall. These leaflets will never fall from the sky with a speculative nature, they are just reserved and passive.The leaflets on the shelf came from various government departments, some belonged to a certain country's Ministry of Magic, and some came from international organizations.

Heimdall tore away the leaflets that were constantly squeezed into the pockets of his robes, and hurriedly dragged Victor to the second floor before they came back to life.

There were obviously more people on the second floor than on the first floor, and the students expressed their admiration and insensitivity to the overzealousness of those leaflets.

The consultation point on the second floor is mainly composed of well-known companies and organizations. When passing by the consultation area under the Pharmacist Association, they saw Leon who was concentrating on reading the information in his hand. In front of him stood a witch who kept opening his mouth. Introducing something to Leon.But it was useless, Heimdall knew that Leon planned to go home and inherit the family business after graduation.

Heimdall didn't bother him, and he and Victor walked through the site of the Pharmacists Association, preparing to go straight to the third floor, and met an acquaintance on the way.

Heimdall looked behind the other party in surprise, "Since when did you start working for the magic creature's excrement disposal organization?"

Little Lacarlini found himself standing in front of the consultation desk of a feces disposal agency called "You Sweet Flobber Caterpillar", and a wizard was lying on the back of the consultation desk watching them bored.

Little Lacarlini shook his head: "I just happened to turn here." He stretched out his hand to Heimdall, "We meet again."

Heimdall shook his hand and quickly let go, "To be honest, I don't feel anything."

"...Do you have to be so honest?"

"Because I can't find a reason to lie to you or flatter you for the time being."

"It's so cold." Little Lacarlini showed a disappointed expression, and turned to look at Victor, "Hello, Krum."

Victor nodded without emotion.

Heimdall, who was about to pass by Lacarlini Jr., stopped, looked back at him and said, "Are you rich?"

La Carlini was startled, then cleared his throat, "It seems there are some."

"Will taking some out make you hungry?"

"That depends on how much you take out."

Heimdall took out a card from his pocket, "If possible, please find out in your spare time." In fact, Heimdall felt that he was quite free now.

La Carlini Jr. took the card, "Kosol Children's Foundation? You care about charity?"

Heimdall looked at him for a while, "Unfortunately, I was not born with the surname Strulusson. I know what it's like to be hungry."

"I don't want to offend you, if you think..." Lacarini hesitated.

"It's okay," Heimdall shrugged. "If you're willing to take the time to understand, and give some sympathy to it, it will become a reason for me to respect you or be willing to flatter you unconscionably."

Lacarlini raised the corners of his mouth playfully, "Even if I didn't send out a single Nat?"

"Even if you didn't give away a single Nat."

Little La Carlini looked at the card in his hand, and pulled out a smile of unknown meaning.

"Rig."

Heimdall looked up, then smiled, and the person who called his name ran down the stairs leading upstairs and came to him.Like Heimdall, this man had a big smile on his face.

"Why did you come down?" Heimdall shook hands with him vigorously.

"I haven't seen your figure after waiting for a long time, so I couldn't help but come down to look for it." The man said and shook hands with Victor again.

"Nice to meet you, Hassler," Victor said.

"Me too, nice to meet you."

The neglected little Lacarlini stood aside with his chest folded. Hassler turned his head and met his eyes, and both of them were stunned.

"Have we met somewhere?" Hassler said.

"Perhaps, I am an alumnus of these two." Lacarini Jr. pointed out calmly.

"Oh, hello." Hasler stepped forward, and the two shook hands, but Hasler still didn't know the name of this person, and no one seemed to care about this question.

"Shall we go up now?" Heimdall looked up the stairs eagerly.

"Later, we can find a place to have some tea first, I remember Rieger, you seem to have something to talk to me about." Hasler said vaguely.

"What's going on?" Victor felt that his attitude was weird.

"Adam's coming too, up there."

"You still in touch?"

"I happened to bump into it." There was no joy or anger on Hasler's face, but judging from the subconscious reaction just now, he didn't really want to keep in touch with the former clan brothers.

"What is he doing here?" Heimdall was puzzled.

Victor looked at the little Lacarlini who was a little confused, and Heimdall couldn't help but suddenly realized that, by the way, this one also seemed to be idle.