HP's Foreign Land

After going back that night, the atmosphere became not very good. The source of the usual excitement seemed to be unplugged, and there was no anger at all.Duncan remained silent, Edmund's eyes wandered, and Victor saw all these changes. After a brief exchange with Bernick, he decided to have a frank talk with the two friends.

Heimdall took the initiative to avoid it. He thought that he was not part of their small group and it was inconvenient to participate.He went upstairs to the room, then backed out immediately, and closed the door behind him.Heimdall lingered in front of the door for a while, thinking more and more something was wrong, he pushed the door again and entered, well, the result was still the same as what he saw just now.

Why has his room changed? !Heimdall was shocked by this weird change.

"Mr. Sturlusson." A familiar voice rang in his ears, and then, Hina appeared in the room.After speaking, it quickly lowered its head to twist its fingers, with an awkward expression on its face.

"Why are you here?" Heimdall figured it out, and he was the one who quietly helped to "decorate" it.

"Xina, Xina..." The elf raised its head, glanced at Heimdall cautiously, and said hesitantly: "Xina wants to serve you..." Restraining the anxiety all over, it opened its eyes and emphasized loudly: "Xina can help you clean your room, wash your clothes and cook for you, serve you tea and water, and Xina can also take care of your children... In short, Xina can do everything!"

"My Merlin." Heimdall muttered and walked to the desk beside the bed and sat down.

The house-elf fidgeted and waited for the "sentence", glanced over almost every few seconds, then lowered his head again to wring his fingers, and so on, until Heimdall spoke again.

"Adam Cross fired you?"

"No one can fire Hina."

"Aren't you the Claus house-elf?"

"Xina was originally a house-elf of Dolly's family. After the lady married into the Claus family, Hina was just Miss Yvonne's house-elf. Now the lady is gone..." Saying this, then Two big bat-like ears drooped down.

"I don't understand." Heimdall shook his head: "Why do you keep pestering me? Do you think I'm so similar to your lady?" He had seen the photos, and he was a bit similar to Yvonne Drew They have different genders, different environments, different family structures, and different languages... How can two people who are completely different from each other be the same?

"Xina wants to serve you..." the house elf burst into sobs as it spoke, and it stumbled and continued: "Xina doesn't know why, this is the first time that Xina has hope of living after Miss passed away... ...Miss released Hina to be free before she died, but Hina didn't want to be free at all, Hina wanted to go with Ms. Sheena is just a house-elf, and house-elves don't have a lot of roads to go."

Heimdall raised his right hand to signal it to be quiet, then turned to face the table, took out a pen and paper and started writing. "Is five galleons per month okay?"

Hina raised her eyes and asked in surprise, "What did you say, sir?"

While writing, Heimdall said calmly, "I'll pay you five Galleons a month, do you think it's okay?"

"You, you want to pay Hina?" The little elf thought he heard it wrong, and even forgot to shed tears.

"The house-elves in our Sturlusson family were all paid workers, and according to my late grandfather, 'there was no old tradition in our family of chopping off the heads of elves and hanging them on the walls', so, originally The house-elves are all clothed and re-employed. If you can accept five galleons a month, then I think I can hire you."

"Xina, Xina doesn't need a salary...Xina is willing to serve you..."

Heimdall smiled: "You don't need to be excited. In fact, this is not a good deed. If you don't do well, I can just pay you off without worrying that some benevolent people will criticize me. You have to remember Live, this arrangement is only beneficial to me."

Hina nodded awkwardly: "Xina understands, and Hina can accept it."

"Okay." Heimdall put down the quill, quickly sealed the envelope, stood up and walked out.

"Where are you going?" the elf asked quickly.

"Send a letter."

"Hina can..."

"No, you can't." Heimdall quickly interrupted its volunteering. "This matter must be done by me. Of course," he turned back before walking out of the room, "if you want to go with me, I have no objection."

After a brief greeting, Heimdall left the tent with Hina.

"Where are we going, sir?" The elf couldn't help asking curiously when he saw Heimdall took out the broom.

"[Service and Help Center]," Heimdall said as he mounted his broom. "Grab me, get on the broom and hurry."

The broomstick lifted off quickly, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and flew towards the destination.

[Service and Help Center] Located in the center of the residential area, it is a pumpkin-shaped tent with a rainbow-colored coat. It is a service unit specially set up by the Sugar Mouse Organizing Committee. It not only provides services for the players, but also satisfies the audience. many needs.

After arriving at the service and assistance center, Heimdall took Hina into the tent, which was a huge four-story tent with a large space inside.Children and adults shuttle from floor to floor, the noise is extremely loud and lively.As far as the eye can see, the four-story tent is filled with writing desks one meter square, and each desk has a rattling antique typewriter.Except for special time periods, no human services are provided in the service and help center, and all services are completed through old-fashioned typewriters.

Heimdall first checked which typewriters were idle on the map at the door. When he saw that 409 was free, he directly touched the number 409, and the map quickly sent him and Hina to the 409 typewriter.

This is a dark, old and dirty antique, but this thing has functions that Muggles can hardly imagine.

"Express mail."

When Heimdall reported these words, the old antique on the table started to move, and after a burst of automatic knocking, rows of black writing appeared on the white roll paper that seemed to never be used up.

Heimdall didn't even look at it, and said directly, "Perak International Express Company."

After the voice fell, the typewriter quickly retracted the spit out paper, and then tapped again, and the white paper was spit out again, with a large row of English on it, followed by two rows of German and French versions: Thank you for choosing [Thunderbolt International Express] Send to the company], the company will serve you wholeheartedly.

After a burst of ear-piercing bangs, a woman in a gray-blue uniform robe appeared in front of her eyes.

"Perak International Express Company, job number 7845903, it is an honor to serve you."

Heimdall quickly showed a friendly smile: "The mail to the UK is at No. 57, Turn Lane." He handed out the letter.

The woman smiled, a very sweet smile.After receiving the letter, she said, "Do you have any other requests?"

"I hope to hear back as soon as possible."

"Okay, sir." After saying that, there was another burst of "crack" explosions in my ears, and the worker number 7845903 Apparated and left.

Hina has been standing quietly by the side, although she doesn't know what its new owner is going to do, but she doesn't dare to disturb herself.Different from the previous arrogance, it is very obedient and silent now. It is afraid that its inappropriate behavior will make the new owner unhappy. Making the owner angry is the heinous crime that every house-elf takes as a warning.

"Let's wait a while," Heimdall said to Hina.

Hina's eyes widened, and she nodded repeatedly as if flattered.

About an hour later, there was another crackling sound, and the witch returned.Heimdall's guess was correct, Snow had already arrived home, and the witch brought back what he wanted.When he was about to pay, the female wizard refused, "The other party has already paid."

Heimdall was not surprised. After thanking her, the witch left with a smile.

"Let's go back." Heimdall took Hina back to the residence with his things in his arms.

After entering the room, he opened the package, and inside was a simple and elegant green uniform. Heimdall spread the uniform and handed it to the elf: "Put it on, from now on you will be employed by our Sturlusson family House elf." He said and handed over a copper-colored key that came with the uniform, "This is the key to the vault of Gringotts, which belongs only to your vault, and your salary will be automatically deposited into it every month. , must be preserved.”

Hina was stunned, until Heimdall cleared her throat lightly, and then it took the things as if waking up from a dream.

"Mr. Sturluson, you are so generous, you are so kind to Hina."

"As I said, this is not charity, and our family does not have the habit of throwing money casually. It is only natural to exchange money for labor. My request is to do your job well. I think this is not good for house elves. It's not too difficult."

Hina nodded silently.

Heimdall stretched and said, "I'm hungry."

"I'm going right away, Mr. Sturluson."

"Wait a moment!"

Hina shivered for a moment, looking in a panic.

"Could you please change your name." Heimdall said, "Our family is all Sturluson. Who will know who you are called by then."

"I see." Hina nodded slowly.After receiving the affirmative nod of the new owner, he quickly disappeared in place.

***

Sitting at the dining table, Bernick hesitated while stirring the soup in the bowl, "Are my eyes okay?" At the same time, Hina placed a basket of roasted fragrant vegetable pies on his left.

"Probably not," Duncan said slowly, "because I saw it too."

Xina turned around, and the soup bowl appeared in front of Duncan out of thin air. After that, Xina walked around Duncan and served Edmund beside him.

Duncan raised an eyebrow, always feeling that the elf's behavior was weird, and he couldn't tell what was wrong for a while, until he lowered his head and saw tonight's staple food appearing in front of him, he suddenly realized it.The elf didn't serve food for himself, everyone else did everything by themselves, but it was his turn to use magic.

Duncan thought about it carefully. He really hadn't seen this elf before. Could it be that he accidentally bullied one of its relatives when he didn't know it? !

Heimdall speculated on the outcome of the conversation based on everyone's reactions. Bernick and Duncan remained the same as before, and Edmund was uncharacteristically taciturn. It seemed that Victor's plan not to join the professional league brought him quite a blow.

The dinner was delicious, and Hina was a good cook, but no one ate much.

Edmund went back to his room directly after eating. He was in a bad state, as if he couldn't connect to the power supply.The few people who were used to him jumping and bluffing really had a hard time getting used to it for a while.The remaining three senior brothers also lost the desire to speak, dispersed early, and went back to their rooms to kill time.

Heimdall returned to his room, not knowing what to do for a while, sat down at the desk after thinking for a while, opened a book and started to read.I don't know how long I watched, a cup of hot tea suddenly appeared in my hand, Heimdall smiled silently, put down the book, picked up the cup and drank it.

Outside the window, the twilight is sinking and the sky is full of stars. The good sound insulation effect of the tent blocks all sound sources outside, and the soft moonlight quietly shines on the window lattice, bringing out the leisurely tranquility of the room.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed across the sky in the distance. Heimdall squinted his eyes to look carefully, then put down his teacup, walked to the window, and opened the window.The chaotic sounds poured into the room like flood water from the gate opening. Heimdall got used to it for a while, and then loosened his fists clenched on the window lattice.

It's really fierce and domineering impeccable flying skills.Heimdall secretly admired how such a seeker would not make people sigh. If he were Edmund, he would definitely cry a lot today.

After admiring it for a while, Heimdall turned his head to get the teacup, turned around and prepared to continue "peeping", but was suddenly taken aback, and the object of the peeping came to the door.

Victor Krum rested by the window on his broom and found the room in a state of panic due to his sudden appearance: the teacup in Heimdall's hand was overturned on the table, the dark brown tea was spreading rapidly, and the books The paper on the paper was soaked with water and became limp and sticky... The devoted house elf quickly ran out to help, and it didn't take long to clean it up, and the unrecognizable books were restored to their original state.

Raising a house elf is definitely a wise choice.Heimdall, who was still unable to intervene, thought with emotion.

"Are you okay?" Victor raised his eyebrows.

Heimdall turned his head: "What is your business?"

"The weather is nice tonight."

Heimdall stuck his head out of the window subconsciously, and made an unidentified sound of approval: "It seems to be okay."

"How about going out for a walk?"

Heimdall looked at his broom: "...Did you invite the wrong person?"

Victor said without changing his face: "I can't imagine Edmund, Duncan, or Bernick sitting on my broom."

Heimdall laughed and lifted up his robe, jumped onto the broom while leaning against the window sill, and once he sat down, he stretched out his hand and ordered loudly, "Let's go!"

Victor smiled: "Sit still." The broom flew straight out.

The whistling screams enveloped the four fields, and they were racing against the wind god.

That night, Heimdall had a dream: he rode a broom to the moon, where the latest Quidditch World Cup was being held, the people on the field were too far away for him to see clearly, but one of them The Seeker of this team looks like Victor.