HP's Foreign Land

At [-] o'clock on Friday night, at the Mumian Ancient Town Theater, the wizard behind the podium bowed slightly amidst the scattered applause. The calmly let the lights dim slowly on the stage of the already depressed theater, and he was not heartbroken by the poor attendance. waves.He packed up the manuscripts on the podium and walked off the stage.When he passed the third row of seats, his footsteps paused slightly, and the hem of his wizard robe slightly turned up in an arc, and he changed his original walking direction.

"Just now on the stage, I guessed that I was wrong. I couldn't believe that there are two people who are so similar in the world. The result told me that it is indeed not compound soup. Why are you suddenly interested in pharmacists?"

Heimdall, who was burying his head in his notebook, raised his head and gave Alvin Benson, who was lying on the back of the second row of seats and smiling at him, a thumbs up.

Benson said playfully, "Professor Laurent would cry if he knew that you came to the lecture given by the Pharmacists' Association."

"I'm just here to listen to the lecture. I don't care about the specific content." Heimdall closed his notebook.

"The professor must be crying even more sadly now." Benson stretched out his hand, and Heimdall grabbed his palm and stood up.

The creaking sound of the disrepaired floor was particularly harsh in the quiet theater, but it failed to attract the slightest attention. The two who ignored it talked and laughed and walked outside.

When he was about to reach the gate, Heimdall suddenly took a big step, and he jumped up.

Benson looked down in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Heimdall turned around and stretched out his foot, and lightly stepped on a certain floor. The other end of the floor was raised like a seesaw in a park, and the stepped end sank into a deeper black hole.

"I fell into the trap when I came in in the afternoon. Fortunately, there were not many people at that time." Heimdall retracted his feet, and the floor returned to normal with a click.

Benson laughed and suddenly realized something.He accepted the invitation of the Belgian Association of Pharmacists to give a promotional lecture at his alma mater, because the venues on Saturday and Sunday were already booked up, and the Association of Pharmacists, who was a step behind, had to set the time on Friday night at 19:30. [-], the time is one and a half hours.

The effect was also seen, but it was not ideal, and there were only a handful of students who came.

"You came this afternoon?"

Heimdall nodded, looking satisfied, "I have no class in the afternoon, so I attended three lectures in a row."

"What's the matter with you?" Benson wondered.

"I need to learn from the speaker."

"What experience?"

"I talk and laugh happily on the stage, even if I sing alone in a one-man show, the audience in the audience will not throw shit at me because of boredom, and I can better deal with emergencies and so on."

Benson was even more confused, "For what?"

"In order to gain enough confidence, I don't have stage fright when I go on stage."

"Are you going to give a speech too?"

"No, but it's similar to this," Heimdall said. "Next month, I will talk to myself for more than an hour on a stage whose scale is not yet known. Well, the specific time has not yet been finalized, and it will probably be more than an hour." Speaking of this, he took out the Get the Kosol Foundation brochure. "If the upper echelons of the Belgian Pharmacists' Association suddenly decide to serve the people, they must contact the wizards above."

Benson glanced at it after receiving it, "Since when did you get linked to charity?"

"The day Victor won the award."

Finding that his answer was quite serious, and there was no hint of a joke in it, Benson, who was still a little puzzled, carefully accepted the booklet.

They walked out of the theater and into the street.

The snow has stopped, the sky is indigo blue, and the ground is covered with white snow. The shops on both sides of the road have put up closed signs to prepare for closing, and the gorgeous lights that welcome customers are extinguished one by one. The window is projected on the snow on the side of the road, like two light bands, adding a touch of warmth to the quiet world of cold colors.

Although it wasn't cold, Heimdall couldn't help rubbing his hands.

The people Benson was waiting for came and waved across the road, and Benson took Heimdall to meet them.

The two Heimdall are no strangers, one is Lacarlini Jr. who has a high appearance rate; the other is Jean Tanestam.Seeing Heimdall and Benson walking together, the two showed a little surprise at the same time.

"Why are you here? Where's Krum?" asked Lacarlini Jr.

The job of a professional Quidditch player is not easy in the first place, coupled with the upgrade course of the referee council, Heimdall doesn't care that he comes home late, but is afraid that he will force himself to catch up.

"Work." Heimdall said concisely.There is no need to nag outsiders about private matters.

"How many speeches have you heard?" Tanestam, who was not very vocal, said suddenly.

"Three games."

Lacarini Jr. asked suspiciously: "You were there when I was giving a speech?"

"Yes," said Heimdall. "I entered the arena earlier than you and watched you come on stage."

So why didn't I find him?La Carlini Jr. frowned.

The three speeches arranged by the theater this afternoon were given by the three people in front of me. The first was Lacarlini Jr.; the second was Jean Tanestam; the third was Alvin Benson.

"Oh, I forgot to give this to you." Heimdall stuffed another booklet with a toy pattern on the cover into Lacarlini's hands. "One day if you want to do something good, contact the wizard above."

"You gave me a list last time." Little La Carlini was speechless looking at the booklet in his hand, and Sturlusson really saw the needle.

"So I'll give you this brochure this time." Heimdall said plausibly. "I didn't ask you to pay, so don't look at me so defensively."

Only then did Lacarlini realize that he was not calm anymore.

"Let's find a place to eat something, this meal is mine." Benson said. "Sit down and talk about it." He turned to Heimdall. "Aren't you in a hurry to go back?"

Heimdall flicked the invisible dust on his sleeve, "What do you think I've been standing here starving and freezing for? It's just waiting for your words."

All three of them laughed.

"Of course, eating with three handsome guys is also one of the main reasons why I am determined to survive the cold." As the saying goes, if you eat people, you must follow suit.

The three handsome guys couldn't help laughing when they saw his prudish appearance.

"What do you want to eat?" Benson asked with interest.

"Not going to Chili Swan." Heimdall said firmly. “Expensive and not tasty.”

The corner of Benson's mouth twitched, "Then you really solved a big problem for me. With my current salary, I don't even have the courage to walk in."

Little Lacarlini was entangled, observing Heimdall's facial expression carefully, he always felt that he said that on purpose...

In the end, Heimdall led the way and took them to the monkey's family hotel for a delicious meal. The three of them were full of praise for the cooking skills of the monkey lady. The reasonable and affordable price ratio made Benson, who was in charge of treating guests, also applaud. happy.

All in all, the meal was a joy for both the host and the guests.

Heimdall patted his chubby stomach, belched contentedly, took out the key and opened the door, and when he entered the narrow entrance, he found the kitchen faintly glowing, and immediately walked over with a smile on his face.

Victor sat on a wooden kitchen stool drinking tea and reading the newspaper, and Pod squatted on a small bench licking fresh chocolate syrup.

Hearing the movement, Victor raised his head and saw Heimdall standing at the door looking at him with a smile.

"I'm back." Victor put down his glass and said softly.

Heimdall sat down beside him, refused Victor's move to pour him tea, and gestured at the throat.

"Director Benson's treat, he ate up to his throat."

Victor has become accustomed to his shameless murderous behavior. He drank the tea in the cup, and the pods ate the syrup. Heimdall cleaned up briefly, turned off the lights in the kitchen, and followed Victor and the pods. to the second floor.

Heimdall went to the desk and tidied up the books that Hina sent him. Although he was not as good at tidying up as Victor, at least he didn't develop a habit of throwing things away. His boyfriend was very clean, and occasionally There will be some signs of cleanliness.While Heimdall was clearing the table, Victor went to the big flower stand by the window to observe the growth of the plants. Hina took care of the plants when they were not in the Goblin Hotel.

"By the way," Victor squatted in front of a pot of precious Chinese carnations, while fiddling with the pot, said seemingly casually, "In addition to those books, Hina also sent three letters and three bouquets of flowers. It's in the bucket, and the bucket is by your desk."

Heimdall turned to one side, and sure enough, he saw three beautiful bouquets of narcissus placed in the wooden barrel.Since the heads of the department used the joint method to steal the professor's narcissus as a gift to him, after the students' vivid gossip, the narcissus has somehow become Heimdall's "favorite", which is of course outrageous.

Thinking back to when a certain person from Liechtenstein hired a special person to enter the school at a high price, and delivered a bunch of priceless and rare irises to him, it did not cause any disturbance. It really is that people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. Thinking of this, Director Stulusson is ashamed to shoot Yes—recall the past without forgetting to flatter yourself.

Victor's voice came again, "These three people are signed 'Your Dear Arik', 'Eternal Admirer', and 'The Infatuated Person You Neglected'."

Heimdall came back to his senses and shook off his goosebumps. It took him some time to think about who these three people were, and they were the three "unacceptable".They are determined pursuers who have fought so far. No matter how indifferent Heimdall is, how he turns a blind eye, and how he rejects people for thousands of miles, they are indomitable.Think of writing love letters as a clear mob, and use promotional nicknames as a status booster. Heimdall is an old monster that is difficult to overcome. These few team up and enter the dungeon every day to be abused by the boss at least once a day.

It's just looking for a draw.

If the head of Sturluson still thinks that the three of them are so brave because they love him, then his IQ is definitely on the same level as Bonasera.

Heimdall turned to look at his boyfriend, his back was a little stiff, so he ran over and threw himself on the man's back, the unguarded Viktor staggered forward, his forehead almost hit the iron pillar of the flower stand.

After stabilizing his figure, he looked back helplessly, "What are you doing?!"

"It was said in the newspaper that the mother of your first illegitimate child is going to ask you for alimony through legal means, but I haven't even settled with you. What kind of jealousy are you eating!" Heimdall grinning at Victor Bite hard on the back of the neck, and said vaguely, "Don't tell me you're not jealous, I don't believe it!"

Victor laughed, "I didn't say anything." He reached out to touch Heimdall's head, but was dodged. He wiped the back of his neck and touched the saliva in his hand. Master Krum couldn't help laughing .

"Needless to say, I can tell." Heimdall quickly wiped the drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Pod dozing off in front of the fireplace showed a contemptuous look without hesitation, and turned over warmly, out of sight.

At this time, Heimdall and Victor had already stood up, and the two were too busy to notice the small movements of the pod. Heimdall, who was about to say something, burped loudly. Then he covered his mouth with a snap, and made a few difficult swallowing movements.

"What's wrong?" Victor asked worriedly.

After a while, Heimdall put down his hand and let out a sigh of relief, "I eat too much, and hiccups come up." As if it was a response, another hiccup rushed out of his mouth, Heimdall quickly closed his mouth, his eyes closed. He stared round, looking like he was ready to fight.

Victor couldn't help laughing.

Afterwards, they sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace and gossiped about what they had been up to during the week.

Heimdall opened those "love letters", and the content was the same, which shows that there are not many people who can write this stuff to shock the soul.Heimdall put down the love letter, and when he got approval, Victor took it and flipped it over. There was a sneer at the corners of his eyes and brows, and his eyes looked particularly unpredictable. Check your correspondence.

One of the letters from a stranger made him hesitate, and finally, he put them aside for the time being and picked up the letter sent to him by the Kosol Foundation.

After a while, Heimdall held the letter and said excitedly: "Victor, have you ever been to Romania?"

"I used to sneak there with Bernick to look for the fire-breathing dragon. Now that I think about it, I was really tired. The letter said something about Romania?"

"That's great. I've always wanted to visit the hometown of the Charizard." Heimdall didn't think they were reckless, but narrowed his eyes enviously, as if looking forward to it, and then became happy again. "Ms. Kosor set the venue for the party in Romania, and she asked me if I was free to come to the venue this Sunday."

"do you want to go?"

"Of course I want to go! Maybe I can meet Ron's brother Charlie. He is a very good dragon trainer and a fan of fire-breathing dragons. He has lived in Romania for many years." Heimdall scratched his head. "It would be great if this letter came sooner. I can communicate with Charlie. With him leading the way, I may see the fire-breathing dragon soon."

Meeting a wizard in Romania is no surprise, and the chances of encountering a dragon trainer are slim to none.In order to observe and record the living habits of dragons at close range, the dragon trainer mostly lives a life of eating and sleeping in the open, getting up earlier than chickens and going to bed later than dogs.

"There are opportunities, there is no rush at this time." Victor reassured Heimdall. "Now that the location is finalized, you will always attend rehearsals and other events in the future."

Heimdall nodded, with an expectant smile on his face.

He picked up the strange letter, flipped it over and over again, but couldn't find anything about it, and then illuminated it against the fire in the fireplace, but still found nothing.Seeing that he was overly cautious, Viktor took the letter from him, checked it carefully, and opened it before Heimdall objected.

"It's okay, it's just an ordinary letter." Victor said with a smile.

Heimdall took it in a sly manner, and lowered his head to read the letter.

This letter comes from a wizard named Powys Gillis. The letter is not long, and the words and sentences are constructed without giving people time to breathe.Heimdall couldn't believe that his IQ couldn't comprehend a text message, so he read it from the beginning, and seemed to understand it the second time... When he finished reading it for the third time, he handed the letter to Victor in embarrassment inside.

"Help me see what this Mr. Gillis is going to tell me?"

Victor read it once more, frowned in disbelief, and then read it a second time. Heimdall thought that his boyfriend couldn't understand it, so he felt a lot more balanced.

After reading it a second time, Victor turned his eyes to Heimdall.

"I understand that Mr. Gillis introduced him as the lawyer of the Black family. The letter said that he has served the Black family for decades. I don't understand why Mr. Black's lawyer wrote to me. I'm dizzy."

"The usual tricks of lawyers, generally used against unpopular consultants, this is obviously a talented wizard, and he does not hesitate to show them in front of everyone."

It was rare to hear her boyfriend sarcasm others, and Heimdall laughed heartily.

"What does Lawyer Gillis want to tell me?" Heimdall asked.

"I think I understand, but I doubt my understanding, so I decided to take you to my lawyer tomorrow and ask him to explain it to us."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Heimdall nodded completely trustingly, and was not in a hurry to know the meaning of the letter.

Victor wrapped his arms around his shoulders intimately, "Rig, I think you need to be mentally prepared."

"What kind of mental preparation?"

"...It's psychological preparation."

Seeing that his boyfriend couldn't explain why, Heimdall shrugged and changed the subject.

"Do you know the sage room in our school?"

"heard about it."

"I went to pass the level this week, and I was kicked out of the second level." Heimdall briefly said the topic, then shook his head. "Even Principal Beto didn't make it to the end."

Victor hummed, seemingly not very interested.

Heimdarch asked, "Has Headmaster Vasilyevich passed by?"

"...he went in," he said hurriedly, noticing that Heimdall looked at him with burning eyes, "but I didn't inherit this part of the memory. It's strange, right? I don't think I inherited [-]% of it. Don't want me to know."

Heimdall thought about it, and soon felt relieved, "Me too, if I can also inherit [-]%, I don't need to go to school."

Yolf's brain is a real golden egg, but it's one thing to be envious, but he never thought of taking the contents of that brain as his own—although there is no such condition, and he has gone through so many things, Heimdall is glad to be himself.