HP's Foreign Land

"Tea."

"I want tea too."

"Me too, thank you."

The catalog was transferred to Heimdall. To be honest, he doesn't have the slightest interest in tea now, but he soon found the last line on the list, "I want lemon slug sherbet." Chief Stuluson didn't resist being "slug "A lover, his palate told him with peace of mind that it was almost like being a mango fanatic.

Victor opened his mouth to speak, and when he saw Heimdall's puzzled yet completely trusting eyes, he decisively decided to continue to remain silent, and calmly returned the catalog to the waiter.

When the waiter walked away, Hasler asked curiously, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"It's actually not a big deal. According to my original idea, I just want to find an appropriate time to mention it to you." Heimdall glanced at an uninvited Italian wizard, who remained calm He took out his handkerchief and wiped the mirror-smooth countertop in front of him.

When Lacarlini pretended to notice Heimdall's gaze, he deliberately showed confusion, "Do you want me to wipe your table too?"

Heimdall ignored him, but shrugged helplessly at Hassler.

Victor took the handkerchief unceremoniously, the corners of La Carlini Jr.'s eyes twitched, and the master wiped the whole area with what looked like a luxury item hanging in the window marked with a string of zeros. There is no dead space on the countertop.

"You don't need to return it to me." Lacarini Jr. refused to take back the "rag".

Victor didn't bother with him, and while the waiter was delivering the drinks, he neatly disposed of the "rag" and disposed of it.

"Do you know how much that handkerchief cost me?" Little La Carlini suddenly chose not to be calm, maybe he was irritated by the master's inconsiderate attitude, or he couldn't bear to remind this "country bumpkin" something.

"863 Galleons, Telmo Tilly's high-end wizard accessories store, flashy Neapolitan taste," Victor said calmly. "Wipe the table with 863 Galleons, and you've finally opened up a place for it to be used."

Lacarini Jr. didn't pay attention to the sarcasm in Victor's words, but stared at him with an unbelievable look.

"Don't put on airs as a rich man in front of Victor, he knows everything." Heimdall was beaming, as if he was the one who gave him a sap. "Don't you think you two actually have a common language?"

Both men may think that this is not a good idea. They looked at Heimdall with unkind eyes, one depressed and the other paralyzed.

"Okay, I made a mistake, so just pretend you didn't hear anything." Director Strulusson decisively turned his head to Hasler.

"I want you to see these." Heimdall took a photo album from his pocket, pushed it over to Hassler, picked up a small wooden spoon, and scooped mint ice cream from lemon slug sherbet.

Director Stulusson, who was enjoying his meal, wanted to share it with the master. The strange thing was that Victor, who had always been in harmony with him, looked at the tea in the cup intently, as if it was a cup of fairy water.After throwing a few "winks" to no avail, Director Strulusson had no choice but to give up.

Apparently, Mr. Sturlusson made a wrong judgment. He and the master had a sympathetic heart at that moment...

Hassler put down his teacup, opened the photo album, and after a while, he asked, "What is this place?"

"Spirit Village in Spain."

"I still don't quite understand what you mean, why did you let me see these?" Hasler raised his head in confusion.

"The underage children in this village are currently receiving help from the Kosol Foundation. The children are in urgent need of school supplies."

"He is tricking you into contacting the goblin, opening your vault, and throwing Galleons out for free. After that, you may get a certificate of no value because of your 'mercy', which is used to commend you for your timely help. By the way I will remind you again and again that you have done this stupid thing in the next time." Little Lacarlini muttered very discordantly, the volume was quite subtle and not clear enough, but it just made the people sitting together Several people heard clearly.

Heimdall showed an amused expression, "You must often be 'bewitched'."

"Unfortunately, your guess was accurate." Lacarini raised his glass to him.

Heimdall noticed that Hassler's expression was a little shaken, and he must have taken Lacarini's complaint seriously.

"I didn't want you to take the money." In order to prevent someone's alarmist talk from affecting the mood of the crowd, Heimdall decided to make it clear. "I don't need your Hasler's Galleon, and you don't need to inform the goblins of Gringotts. What I'm after is the Gustav Crucible store behind you."

Hasler suddenly realized, "You want us to donate the cauldron to these impoverished wizarding villages?"

"Not quite," Heimdall corrected. "I'm not the decision maker of Kosol, and I can't get involved in the operation of the Kosol Foundation. I just want to recommend you to understand it, within the scope you can bear. The Kosol Foundation is not a garbage collection station. They don’t reject anyone who comes, if Gustav doesn’t pass the Foundation’s audit, or the crucible provided doesn’t meet the requirements, the Foundation won’t care about face, do you understand what I mean?”

"I think I get it." Hassler put down the photo. "You're telling me not to make a fool of yourself."

Heimdall laughed, "Why does your tone sound like you plan to take action."

"I really want to agree immediately, but I can't make the decision alone. I have to discuss it with my father." The father Hassler said was his stepfather, the owner of the Gustav Crucible Store.

"Of course." Heimdall started eating his slug drink again. "No matter what the result is, your willingness to try is the best answer."

Then he focused on his drink, and the other three men began to chat in a harmonious atmosphere. Heimdall thought about it carefully, but he couldn't remember what was the first topic that brought the three of them together to discuss.He licked the small wooden spoon and took out his pocket watch to check the time.When the vague sound of opening the door and the attentive voice of the waiter came, Heimdall put down the spoon and looked back.

"Excuse me." Heimdall stood up and said to the three of them.

There was only a pause in the conversation.

Heimdall left his seat and walked in a certain direction.

"Am I not mistaken? That's Maurice Bellou?" Hasler's absent-minded cruising eyes passed over Lacarini's shoulders, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Why is he here? Did he know Rigg?"

At the same time, Heimdall sat down in front of Maurice Beru, and the two looked at each other across the table. From this angle, they seemed to be exchanging greetings.

"What Beru?" Lacarlini looked back puzzled.

"You don't know?" Hassler said casually.

La Carlini snorted disapprovingly: "I don't think he is such an important person." Typical La Carlini-style self-inflated.

Hasler shrugged nonchalantly.

"The current Mr. Magic in France." Victor said indifferently. "You know him?" He looked at Hasler.

Little Lacarlini turned his head and looked critically at the wizard who was said to be the most handsome wizard voted by the French wizards in the past three years.

"I don't know, I just know there is such a person, thanks to Duncan for increasing my knowledge."

"You have a connection with Duncan?" Victor was not so surprised, considering Mr. Orville's keenness on "alive and jumping" behavior.

"Originally no, but one day I suddenly received a letter from him, asking me if I have any relatives or friends in France. He needs more votes to ensure that he can be successfully elected as the next Mister Magic."

Victor didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's indeed his style."

Hasler seemed to think of something funny, "He even promised me benefits in the letter."

"What kind of price?" Victor asked.

Lacarlini also turned around curiously.

"He said he was willing to introduce his youngest cousin to me, and there was indescribable condescension between the lines." Hasler curled his lips, but his eyes were full of smiles. It can be seen that he embellished the real situation. Duncan's letter Must be a laugh.

"Oh, then you are really lucky, there are no ugly women in the Orville family." After finishing speaking, the little Lacarlini found that they all looked at him with strange eyes, and asked in confusion, "What's the matter? Am I wrong?"

"Yes." Hassler snickered.

"Duncan's youngest cousin is nine years old," Victor said.

The change in Lacarlini's expression at this moment is priceless. The Italian wizard obviously didn't want to let himself be in such an embarrassing situation. He was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and picked up the glass, refusing to look at anyone or say anything.

"Later I wrote to tell him that I was not interested in his young sister. Do you know what Duncan said in his reply?" Hassler looked at Victor meaningfully.

"It's definitely not a good word." Victor murmured.

Hassler laughed, "He said that you can ask Mr. Victor Krum for advice on this aspect, look at the way he treats Rigg, put aside those concerns that may be linked to some kind of illness, don't be shy, let you go Even though my cousin is only 9 years old, she will be 19 sooner or later."

"Damn outspoken Duncan Orville." Victor paused as if chanting a curse.

A certain candidate who is far away in France may have shuddered a few times because of this.

After a while, Lacarlini Jr. asked curiously, "Then what are they talking about?" Heimdall was still sitting opposite Mr. Magic, and the expressions of the two looked quite serious.

"Maybe it's to greet the elders or something." Victor pretended not to care.

Of course, the master knew why Heimdall found Mr. Magic. Heimdall took a handful of blasphemy grass with him when he left Spirits Village. Maybe their number was insignificant in the eyes of the locals, but he knew clearly Wizards of the Flat Earth must consider them priceless.He was going to use these herbs as a bargaining chip to exchange for other herbs from Mister Magic to supplement Olar.According to Heimdall, even if it doesn’t cost money, its value must be maximized. Anyway, it’s useless to keep a handful of blasphemy around.

Greetings to the elders?To be honest, Lacarini Jr. didn't believe it, "When are they going to talk about it?"

This is what the master wants to know.

"Don't worry, don't worry," Hassler glanced. "I'll tell you some good news, Rieger stood up, um...By the way, I'll tell you some bad news, he met another acquaintance."

The master remained calm.

"That's Adam Cross?" Lacarini Jr. raised an eyebrow.

"You know him?" Hassler said.

"I attended his grand engagement banquet the year before last, so I know him." Lacarini Jr. said not very enthusiastically. "My father thinks highly of him. To be precise, he is full of praise. The child in his arms is his son? I haven't heard that he held a formal wedding." If the Klaus family held a wedding banquet, he would not would not know.

"That's not his son." Hasler said blankly. "That's my biological father's son."

Lacarini Jr. gave him a surprised look, as if he understood something, picked up the teacup, and didn't go around this topic anymore.

Lifting off the cloak and hat, Heimdall walked into the cafeteria, walked quickly to the seat where friends used to gather, and found an empty seat before some students seemed to be planning to rush forward.Several students who were about to move had to stop, because Heimdall's expression clearly showed that he didn't want to be disturbed at the moment.

Heimdall took out a stack of youthful colored envelopes from his pocket, and threw them on the table.

Carlo's eyes lit up, and he dialed the letter with his hand, "Wow, six letters, the largest number I know so far, congratulations on breaking the record."

"Do you know what's going on?" Heimdall looked at the other two friends, and saw something from their unwavering eyes. "That means you also know?"

Rian raised his hand, "I received it too, but only one."

"Neither Leon nor I received it," Carlo added.

"Who can tell me what's going on?" Heimdall took a cup of hot chocolate and took three gulps.

"Did you not go to the consultation meeting yesterday?" Carlo asked.

"went."

"I definitely didn't attend the afternoon speech."

"No, I wanted to go, but changed my mind."

Before that, he met Adam Klaus, and the latter's attitude towards him was as purposeful as ever. What left Heimdall speechless was that Mr. Klaus himself seemed to take all this for granted , I really don't know why he is so confident.But what Heimdall couldn't stand the most was his constant contempt for Victor.So he resolutely gave up the expert lecture in the afternoon, because Klaus tried his best to invite him to go with him, and he did not intend to provide him with the opportunity to meet himself.

"That's a pity, you missed a very provocative speech." Carlo's smile was ambiguous.

"A speech about what?"

“What started out as a theme about being around people and being human somehow turned into an anatomy of puberty, sexual urges, the bitterness of first love, and so on.”

"...I seem to have gotten a little inspiration." Heimdall narrowed his eyes.

"The fellow Frenchman spoke with great enthusiasm, and his voice was smooth and clear. You didn't see the expressions and eyes of those senior brothers who were suddenly enlightened. You simply regarded his words as an oracle to help you see the sun, and you were inspired to the utmost."

"And then? Is this the culprit that caused all this? Because of a speech?"

"The professor said that if he didn't have a relationship during school, his life would be in vain."

"I think I should shed a few tears of remorse for those seniors who missed 'The Bitterness of First Love' during their schooling career." Heimdall rolled his eyes. "What the hell are they thinking, have they forgotten that I have a boyfriend?"

"I don't think they've forgotten, but your boyfriend isn't here, is he?" Rhian reminded him.

"Are you kidding me!" Heimdall said dryly.

"I'm not kidding."

"Don't be nervous, I think they are just enjoying the process, not the result." Carlo comforted him.

"One thing I don't understand, are they sure they like the ones with handles? Not rushing to the doctor?" Heimdall sighed. "Have they forgotten that they are in Durmstrang?"

"It's just because you didn't forget. You should be proud. It means that you are more popular than you realize. Don't make it seem like you betrayed something. Isn't Krum always being courted by wizards of one kind or another? Child They have given birth to several." Carlo patted him on the shoulder. "Where did you get these letters?"

"On the way for a walk," Heimdall squinted at the letter on the table. "The owner of the first letter was waiting at the gate of our dormitory building, stammered for a long time to make people lose the point, then handed the letter to me red-faced and ran away."

"He must be embarrassed."

"I thought it was frozen." Heimdall sarcastically.

Friends giggled.

"They popped up one after another on the way without warning, and were almost bitten off by toffee."

"It seems that their pursuit will be extremely bumpy." The three friends looked at each other with playful smiles on their faces.

"Hey, don't make fun of this matter." Heimdall was dissatisfied, and was about to deal with the letter directly.

"I would never do this if I were you," Carlo said. "Once these are destroyed, there will be a second, third, fourth, and more in no time."

"What should I do?" Heimdall pointed to the letters. "Just let it go? I don't want to encourage anyone."

Carlo looked around, maybe the suitors were hiding in the crowd with normal faces, watching this place with eyesore.

"Open it up," Carlo suggested. "Look at what they wrote, and then reply in a targeted manner. Maybe your personal reply can make them change their minds and retreat."

Heimdall frowned and looked at the letters, "Really?"

In fact, Carlo didn't think that doing so would achieve significant results. After all, the fact that these seventh-grade seniors had the courage to take this step meant that they would not back down easily. Anyway, they didn't have much time to stay in school.

"Why don't you try? They will disappear from your presence in more than half a year."

Heimdall nodded, picked up a letter, and suddenly widened his eyes, "More than half a year?!" He slapped the letter on the table. "I know this guy, damn sixth grade, why the hell are you joining in the fun!"