HP's Foreign Land

On the first day of school, Claire knew she had been duped.

At first she didn't know about it. It should be said that she believed in Mionier too much, so she didn't expect to find another female classmate to ask.The results of Durmstrang's enrollment of more men than women have not changed significantly in the past ten years, unless they ask to live with others, usually in a room alone.Parents of other students couldn't figure it out. Lucius and Draco were particularly satisfied with Durmstrang's arrangement, and they gave them 32 likes.

After getting up on the morning of September [-]st, Claire awkwardly put on a playful light-colored A-line skirt, took a long look in front of the mirror, and walked out of the dormitory wrapped in a thick cloak. The girls in the same grade were also wrapped in Strictly, she didn't notice that the trousers could be seen from the hem of the girls' cloaks, she was only concerned with getting used to the chilly skirts.

When they arrived at the auditorium, Claire's little face was already numb. The warmth of the auditorium made all the girls breathe a sigh of relief, and everyone took off their cloaks one after another.

Claire was dumbfounded, why are all the female classmates wearing pants?Most of the senior sisters are like this, and occasionally one or two are like her.

"I can't see that you are quite beautiful." A girl in the freshman team smiled at Claire.

"Didn't the school require girls to wear school uniforms?" Claire asked.

"Yes." This girl has a small apple-like face, which is especially cute when she looks blank.

"Why are you wearing pants?"

The girl blinked, "Pants are also part of the school uniform."

Claire understands what's wrong, Mionnier Grana Sturluson!

Mionier in the seat sneezed, rubbing his nose and thinking smugly who missed him?

After the orientation meeting, Mionier took the initiative to "surrender himself" in front of Claire.

Claire, who wrapped herself in a cloak like a rice dumpling, looked at him deeply, not commenting on Mionir's nonsense.

Mionnell pulled out a scrubbed gingerbread man doll and handed it to Claire.

The doll was soft and warm, and it was very comfortable to hold in her arms. Claire couldn't help holding the doll up and rubbing it on her face.

"Rig made this for me when I first went to school. It's filled with hot water. I don't need it now. It's a bit old. I hope you don't dislike it."

How could she be disgusted... Claire had long since forgotten her original intention, and pretended to be calm because of face.

Then Mionier took out a pink-purple scarf, hat and gloves of the same color, and put them on for Claire.

"I bought it with pocket money," Mionnell said.

Bought for me?Claire was overwhelmed.

"Xiaomi!" A slightly artificial female voice interjected between the two of them.

It was a senior sister in the same grade as Mionnier, one of the "heterogeneous" who voluntarily wore skirts in the cold weather. Claire couldn't help but looked at each other up and down, and then pouted quietly: the school uniform on the upper body was obviously tight, and the chest seemed to be bulging; The skirt is obviously shorter, and the skirt flutters above the knees, and the white thighs are exposed when the movement is a little bigger...

The senior sister's intentions were obvious, and the way she stared at Mionier was like a hungry cat seeing a fat fish jumping around.

"Is this your sister?" The visitor asked in surprise after meeting Claire's eyes.

The senior sister's self-assertion made Claire sneer, and she chose to wait and see what happened.

"Are you okay?" Mionier didn't answer the other party's words.

"I can't talk to you if I have nothing to do?" Senior Sister Duoqun replied with a smile.

Claire's sixth sense dinged, and the sender in front of him was probably the chicken heart thumping on the back cover, which made Mionier elated.

Claire's eyes accidentally bumped into the other party's big breasts...

She looked down at her airport.

It's okay, I'm only 11 years old, she comforted herself, and the little fists under the cloak clenched quietly.

——Excerpt from "The Future Begins Now"

one,

Victor tried to emphasize that he was a man of his word, but he let Doha in later. He just didn't want people to stare at him and Rigg eating, and he didn't want passers-by to starve to death in the place where he was staying, or be burned by the afternoon heat. The sun was so bad that he passed out at the gate, and it would be more troublesome to deal with it later.

Doha got his wish and came under the shady climbing vine shelf, sat unceremoniously beside Heimdall, talking to himself, put both hands on the table, as if waiting for dinner.

"If you want to eat, please pick it up in the back kitchen," Victor said. "With your income level, you shouldn't need credit, right?"

Doha looked sad, "I knew you were a hard-hearted person..."

Facing such a dramatic scene suddenly, the husband and wife were a little stuck.

Heimdall put down his empty water glass, stood up and said, "I'll go to the kitchen."

Victor was about to stop him, but Doha said first, "No, no, no!"

"If it's all like this, don't be too polite. To be honest, I don't worry about letting you go alone." Heimdall wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said jokingly before leaving, "Don't fight~~"

"How is it possible!" Doha laughed.

The master smiled but said nothing, his eyes were full of meaning.

Doha couldn't stop laughing, and when Heimdall entered the small building, he turned his head and looked at Victor, who was drinking plain water leisurely, without saying a word for a long time.

"Why?" The master put down the water glass and raised his eyebrows.

Doha said: "I just feel that one day I will face you in this state."

Victor mused, "We met? Before the slug herb shop?"

"I've seen you." Doha smiled, then took out his pipe, "You don't mind..."

"No, please." Victor turned the water glass in his hand.

There was a puff of smoke from the pipe, Doha took a puff, and said, "Believe it or not, I have no ill intentions towards you."

"I believe."

Doha laughed.

"Now you don't believe me." Victor said indifferently.

Doha shrugged.

"When did you meet me? Where?" Victor asked.

"That's too much, I can't tell for a while."

"Please keep it as short as possible."

Doha raised his index finger and put it in front of his mouth, "Don't be impatient, I will answer your doubts when your partner comes back."

two,

Mionier wrote in the book: "Look at the protagonists of your stories, they are either sneaky or vicious, poisoning, setting fire, deceiving, it is really a big collection of teaching people how to do evil, you are sure you are not trying to teach me bad ? I think it's important for me to tell my fathers about it."

Benzi: I spoke six times in a row, and you didn’t protest until the seventh one today. If you really want to expose my sinister intentions, what were you doing during the first six?

"What makes you so confident?"

Benzi: I want to say that all of this is for your own good, but I'd better not say that, lest you get carried away even more, to be honest, I can't see your tomorrow.

"You haven't seen my tomorrow for so many days, but I'm sorry that I have been living well."

Book: Life is impermanent.

"Please don't be crowed!"

Benzi: The crow is a very smart bird, what happened to its beak?

"That's a Muggle catchphrase, which means to open your mouth and curse."

Book: Muggles are really unreasonable.

"That's very wizardly."

Benzi: Do you still want to listen to the story?

"Anyway, it's the last one, so tell me."

Benzi: The next day, they met unexpectedly at a hotel on the Serbian border...

"Wait, why is it suddenly the next day? Who are they?"

Book: The protagonists of the first 6 stories, the villains who steal chickens and dogs.

"...There is still a connection between the stories?"

Benzi: Otherwise, why did you talk about 6 consecutive questions, and gave you 6 consecutive difficult questions.

You also know that is a problem!Mionir roared inwardly.

Was it a series?

"please continue."

Ben: They didn’t arrive at the same time. They didn’t have a good time when they were going to cross the mountain. The road to the mountain was washed away by heavy rain for several days. The bad weather made it difficult to move even with a broomstick. Take a rest overnight in the simple hotel run by Gua.This inn is the only foothold before entering the mountain. In fact, many wizards choose to stay here overnight so that they can set off at dawn the next day. The owner of the inn is an ordinary Muggle, and he is completely unaware of the difference between the visitors.

The 6 people met while eating downstairs, and quickly confirmed each other's identity as a wizard, and they became friends who talked about everything in a few words, and they hooked up with each other with great interest.They drank poor-quality malt wine until midnight, and their high-pitched voices were gradually replaced by heavy breathing. The boss was lying on the counter and fell asleep. Except for the crackling of candles, the rest was the snoring of the six people.

The owner of the fake wand shop was awakened by the urge to urinate, and when he got up, he met the wandering wizard in Spain. The two drunken people looked at each other and smiled, walked out of the hotel together, and urinated in a random bush.

The Spanish wandering wizard and the fake wand shop owner tell the innkeeper's secret - a treasure map.

"I heard that there are countless gold coins buried in the treasure chest," the Spanish wandering wizard said with a big tongue. "There are countless unimaginable treasures."

The owner of the fake wand shop laughed it off at the time, but he had a dream before dawn. In the dream, he was carrying a huge treasure, sitting on a golden mountain, wearing silk and satin, eating delicacies from mountains and seas, and surrounded by stars and moons; His people were thrown into eighteen levels of hell by him, and they would never recover.After waking up from the dream, he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. He felt that it was his future life. Such a life was so vivid, as if he was in it just a second ago, calling the wind and rain from above, instead of staying in a simple Muggle hotel like now. Eating rough food, penniless, and stared at.

He decided to take action.

Mionnell couldn't resist writing: "He stole the Muggle innkeeper's treasure map?"

Benzi: To be precise, they are.

"Six people in partnership?"

Book: murder for money.

"My ancestors! I don't like this story. It's more offensive than the previous ones."

Benzi: It's real, it happened.

"I don't like it even more."

Benzi: I need to finish it.

"I do not want to see."

Benzi: You must read, this is what you are about to face.

"……What's the meaning?"

The book did not say a word for a long time, and Mionier couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Why are you silent?"

Benzi: I need to finish it.

"why?"

Benzi: I promised others that I must finish it.

"Who did you promise? Who are you?"

Benzi: I can't tell you now, you will know sooner or later, don't worry.Let me finish the story first.

"No, I don't want to hear it, please tell me the ending. Did they get what they deserved?"

Book: The cause of the plant bears the fruit, and the death of Huangquan will not end well.

"They're all dead? On the way to find the treasure? Evil comes with evil?"

Ben: Fake wand shop owner survives.

"He's lucky."

Benzi: Because his heart is the most vicious.

"...I hope it's not what I thought, he did it? The other 5 people were all killed by him?"

Benzi: He wants to take it to himself, but the treasures are not as much as he thought, and he even complains in his heart.In order to get rid of the shackles of the murder case and the pursuit of Skynet, he changed his name and surname and fled to Bulgaria in a hurry.His life was very good at first, and he got a lot of valuable things—even though he thought it was too little, it was enough for him to fabricate a decent identity for himself to cover up people's eyes and ears, and regain his new life.

"I have a bad feeling, he won't change his surname to Krum, will he?"

Benzi: No, you worry too much.

Mionnier breathed a sigh of relief, and the next line displayed on the notebook held his breath back: Jankulovska Jankulovska?

Mrs. Krum's natal family? !

Book: Most of the male masters of Jankulovska’s family are short-lived ghosts. They owe their debts and pay for their lives by killing people. One life is worth another life. In addition, the owner of the fake wand shop, the eldest son and grandson of four generations died unexpectedly, until the only daughter Gordana Jankulowska married Krum, making your great-grandfather the fifth.do you understand?Including the old lady’s ancestors, there are a total of 4 people. It is a curse. Before dying, I prayed to the devil. It is a very vicious curse. It is due to the 5 wizards killed by the old lady Krum’s ancestors, and a Muggle ghost... …

Mionier lifted the chair and dragged it back, far away from the desk, as if he was escaping from something.

"Xiaomi?" Claire's voice was like the sound of heaven, saving Mionier from the quagmire of horror.

Claire walked to him and found that his expression was wrong.

"What's wrong? Why are you sweating so much?" Claire looked at the table, and Mionir jumped up and closed the book.

Claire pouted, not letting you see it!

"I'm writing a diary..." Mionier's expression was a little awkward.

Claire believed it, thinking he was embarrassed.

three,

"I've said it all, believe it or not." Doha took a puff of cigarette comfortably after speaking, and then took a big sip of grape juice. "This is made by Lige? It's great!"

Originally, Heimdall wanted to be polite, but when he thought of the other party's identity, he turned a corner when he reached the tip of his mouth, and the intimacy naturally appeared on his face, "Drink more if you like it."

In other words, he believed it. Mr. Doha looked through countless old almanacs, and he couldn't believe it, and it was related to Krum and the Knights House.

"Of course!" Doha, no, Mionier took another big gulp.

Heimdall looked at Doha carefully, trying to see the connection with Mionir from the other person's face, but unfortunately the result disappointed him.

"Forgive me for meeting you as someone else. Considering some complicated factors and taboos that I cannot touch, I am afraid that my unnecessary actions will have a negative impact on the future, so I have to do this." Mionier solemnly explain.

"Who is Doha?" Victor asked.

"An ordinary Middle Eastern wizard, probably exploring in the rainforest now."

Heimdall held Victor's hand firmly, and said with difficulty: "To be honest, I believe what you said, but I don't want to believe it. You said Victor would... and you also..."

"My dear, I'm here," Victor quickly grabbed his shoulders, "We're all fine, those are just a possibility, not an absolute future."

"That's right!" Doha didn't want to go along with Daddy, but Daddy spoke his mind.

"I'm here, which means everything will get better." Mionier slowed down his speech. "You don't need to worry too much. This is a challenge your son needs to face. You just need to wait for the results in the comfort of your home."

"I think it's hard for me to stay comfortably at home and think about nothing." Heimdall smiled wryly.

"Don't do unnecessary things, be careful that things backfire and make a good result worse." Mionier suddenly became serious.

Heimdall's expression changed. He really thought about whether to do something. He knew what might happen but let it go. This feeling of resigning himself to fate and waiting to die was too tortured.

"In the near future, I will get in touch with the current me. Don't worry, I will let him know how to measure and let him understand the importance of the matter." Mionier smiled slightly.

Mionir, who has a face of a Middle Eastern uncle, made the couple feel very novel. Their Xiaomi is still shy and young, and there are still a few years before the age of 17. Mionir, who is as old as a master, is sitting opposite them—— The experience of being calm and sure of winning made the two of them extremely drunk.

Mionier put away his pipe, drank the grape juice, then wiped his mouth and said, "It's almost time, I'm leaving."

"Not staying any longer?" Heimdall was a little reluctant.

"No, I promise my little dad to go back soon."

Heimdall couldn't help smiling, and wanted to ask the future Knight Tower, but he gave up the idea because of the subtle fear of something. Why bother to ask, anyway, one day he will know.

"Goodbye, Dad." Mionier held out his hand to Victor.

Victor held it and shook it vigorously, "Take care!"

"I will, and you take care too." Mionier continued, "Can we hug?"

Victor opened his arms without saying a word, and patted each other's back when hugging.

"Rig, can I give you a hug?" Mionnell said.

"of course can."

Mionnier hugged him with a bear hug, and his laughter was deliberately flamboyant, "You don't know, it will be extremely difficult to hug you in the future, and Daddy is staring at you like a wolf—" The person in question disappeared, and in a blink of an eye he was pulled to him by Victor.

"Let's go, don't send it off." Victor's expression was unquestionable.

Mionier was still in a hugging posture at this time.

Heimdall laughed.