HP's Foreign Land

Snow didn't see his elder brother when he entered the door, so he was not in a hurry, he walked to the sofa and sat down familiarly, and the attentive house elf brought hot tea.

He picked up the newspaper beside the sofa, scanned the international news roughly, curled his lips disapprovingly, many of the news on it were just rumors.Bored and turned to the next page, the news that the Kosol Foundation's appreciation party was about to be held was published in the lower right corner. A few words passed by, presumably it would be difficult to attract the attention of the public.Snow read it word for word, and then turned another page.

Snow raised an eyebrow. Recently, the advertising section of "Nordic Process" was bought out by a rich and powerful broomstick company. Since last week, the advertisement pages of this newspaper are all about the company's new products, occupying the entire There is only one protagonist in the series of pages, and it is said that the company has overcome all difficulties, gone through a lot of hardships, and spent a lot of money to hire a new round of comet spokesperson-Victor Klum.

Snow looked at the expressionless person in the advertisement, and found that he was always serious when he was on camera.

The comet series suddenly launched last month, and various advertisements were overwhelming, announcing their strong comeback with a vigorous attitude.All competitors in the same industry were caught off guard.In recent years, Comet has been suppressed by its new products such as Light Wheel and Sweeping. It is self-satisfied in the development of new products and does not seek innovation. Later, it was overtaken by innovative products of many small companies, and its performance frequently fell. In terms of competition, they are no match for the Firebolt. At the same time, they are reluctant to give up the market they once occupied. Their business model of foresight and foresight has made them increasingly awkward.

At the beginning of this year, after reviewing the report, comet executives finally made up their minds to change their appearance, reposition the market, abandon flashy high-end research and development, and turn around and reinvest in the fight with companies such as Nimbus and Sweeping.Comet's move broke the fragile balance that had been maintained for several years, and the broom market, which had been silent for many years, suddenly became dark and murderous.A new round of competition kicked off.

Comet is an established company that is resilient and knows how to seize opportunities. Before the competitors have come to their senses, they unexpectedly cast a bigger trump card and signed the Quidditch that even the Firebolt failed to handle back then. Victor Krum, an upstart in the strange world.The competitors who confirmed the news beat their chests. It’s not that they haven’t invited Mr. Krum. Many companies have thought about it when they were unknown. It’s a pity that these companies’ vision is not far-sighted and their pace is relatively conservative.

It can be said that if all the broom companies did not make indiscriminate mistakes, it would not be the turn of Comet today.

Victor became famous in the past two years. When he played in the school team, he was known for his sharp and decisive style of play and superb flying skills. There were not a few professional teams who came to poach corners, but at that time no one thought too much of him. Hope, I just think this seedling is good and worth cultivating.Until he signed with the rusty old German chariot Vulcan team that has been declining year by year in the qualifying table, all the spies secretly sighed that he had put his mind away when he was young.Now it seems that the owner of the Vulcan team is as wise and powerful as Comet, and he has picked up a big leak.

Back then, those first-tier teams who didn't take him too seriously witnessed him beating their opponents in the Quidditch World Cup with their own eyes. At the moment when the cheers of the fans almost overturned the stadium, they could only swallow hard and silently Grit the back molars.

After winning the World Cup, endorsements flooded in. The broom companies were extremely enthusiastic and expressed their confidence in winning Krum. The result was surprising that Victor carefully selected a few broom companies to compete with Quidditch. The advertising contracts that don't matter at all are still small and inconspicuous manufacturers, and their low-key is outrageous.

Maybe these years have been hitting a wall, never changed, never surpassed, and the Quidditch world has never been short of rich and handsome people who attract attention, the invitation to Victor is no longer as enthusiastic as it used to be, and this year the invitation to endorse the broomstick The contract is officially cleared.The broom companies saw that everyone had given up, the mountain was difficult to conquer, and no one was getting any benefits, so they changed their minds boldly, but who would have thought that they would be taken advantage of by the "resurrection" comet.

I heard that on the day Comet announced the news, many broom company bosses lost their composure.

Guanglun once asked privately why Gao Fushuai, the most powerful faction in the Quidditch world, suddenly changed his mind. The master said calmly: "The family income is low, I have to make money."

It's okay not to inquire, but when I inquired, the boss of Guanglun burst into tears.

"So why didn't you think about the income issue?" The boss was very curious and couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"My boyfriend's broom endorsement contract expires at the end of the year, and he doesn't plan to renew it. I will make up for this income."

The broom company and Quidditch are inseparable, and each will secretly pay attention to the movements of the players who are ranked higher in the world. Victor is focusing on the target, so they know who Victor's boyfriend is, and they also know that he has been a man for many years. The only spokesperson for Xingyun Children's Broom.It is normal not to renew the contract, the child is getting older, it is not suitable to continue to endorse the children's series.

Well, the answer came out, but the boss of Light Wheel still felt that he couldn't get up or down in his chest.

It's not because of the difference in strength, but because Comet has encountered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that is hard to replicate. When it comes to luck, it can sometimes turn Fenghua into a vegetative state.

Closer to home.

After finishing reading the newspaper, Snow couldn't help feeling a little puzzled that his elder brother hadn't come out yet.

"Go and ask what's going on." Snow said to the air.

"Yes." Cheese's voice just fell, and he quickly changed his words, "The patriarch is here."

Snow turned his head and saw Rommel walking in glamorously. He was dressed in a coquettish theme of understated magnificence from beginning to end, which was completely qualified to compete with the groom of any wedding.

"Are you not planning to go to the foundation's evening party?" Snow put down the newspaper unhurriedly.

How could Rommel not be able to hear the sarcasm in the words, squinting up and down, "To each other."

Snow coughed unnaturally, and he also chose the best ones to wear on his body before going out.

"It's still early." Snow glanced at the wall clock in the room.

"Let's go." Rommel said flatly.

Snow was already used to Rommel's style. Once he made a decision, he would follow it [-]% from now on.Before getting the final answer, others' objections and doubts are nonsense, even Snow, who is his own brother, is no exception.

Snow took a sip of tea and stood up.

"Dodoma, call him, tell him we are going out, and ask him if he wants to follow."

Dodoma was ordered to go.

"Who is going with us?" Snorge asked.In a blink of an eye, I saw a house elf walking in slowly, bent over and hunched over, looking listless.

This is Kreacher?Regarding this persistent house-elf that makes people laugh and cry, Snow has already learned the ins and outs from Rommel, and this is the first time he has met him.

Just as Rommel had warned, Kreacher had been doing unremarkable chores after entering the testing session, unable to get close to wizards, let alone perform in front of Rommel.Originally, its working ability was affirmed by Dodoma, and the years of work experience served by the Black family were not in vain. The problem is that it has no regularity, not that it is lazy, but that it cannot concentrate for a long time.Dodoma often finds that it suddenly mutters and stops moving during work, and when the situation is serious, it will inexplicably curse, or cry uncontrollably against a wall, and the list goes on and on.

If Lucius was here, he would be more or less relieved. Kreacher's intermittent convulsions tested the difference in the mental endurance of the handyman elves of the two families.The actions of the elves in Malfoy Manor were nothing compared to the violent reactions of the house-elves in the Sturluson family who were panicking all day long.

On that day, Dodoma realized the necessity of Kreacher's existence, and it made sense for him to "make use of the topic".

Because of this, Rommel mercifully allowed Kreacher to take a look at Heimdall from a distance. Unexpectedly, it further stimulated Kreacher and made him sneak into the Goblin Hotel at all costs. In the final analysis, it was because the distance was too far No face was seen.

After getting the news, Rommel laughed out loud, and for the first time did not stop it, and even turned a blind eye to it sneaking out during working hours, conniving at its behavior.But Kreacher never left again, just guarding his work peacefully, even whispering weakly.

Kreacher was hit by Master Rigg, and the injury was serious. Dodoma, who was always supervising him, saw him hiding in the corner between the low cabinet and the wall on the second day after he sneaked out, facing a crumpled The second-hand parchment on the paper was murmuring tears, and the words on it came from Little Master Lige.

As always, Dodoma reported to his master everything he saw, including Kreacher's sentimental recent situation.As for how the owner will judge Dodoma, he dare not comment.Rommel decided to take Kreacher to the party. Dodoma thought that the hard-hearted master had moved his heart, but now it seems that he was wrong again...

"We're going to a party," Rommel said condescendingly. "do you want to go?"

Snow frowned when he heard this, why did he ask the house elf's opinion without thinking, the elf only has the instinct of obedience, and has no self-consciousness of choice.

Still immersed in the trough of being scolded by Master Rigg, Kreacher couldn't extricate himself from paying attention to Rommel's words. It had just brushed the kitchen floor, wiped every ridge and every sunken pattern, and was desolately thinking whether it should Add some wood to the fireplace, or maybe just paint the fireplace too... Kreacher has recently discovered that work can be a distraction, and a side boost.

Without the "singing" and aggressive absurd instructions of the portrait of the mistress of Grimmauld Place, Kreacher slowly released from the sharp oppression of the hysteria and regained some lost house-elf instincts. Unfortunately, such changes are too few too slow.

"...Kreacher has to do the dishes...the vase needs to be changed...the floor is not waxed...oh, Kreacher still has a lot to do...to the party...what's there to do at the party...housekeeper The duty of the elves is to stay at home..." As he spoke, he choked up suddenly, knelt down on his knees and slammed his forehead, tears gushing out. "Master Rigg is so fierce to Kreacher...Master doesn't like Kreacher...Why doesn't Master like Kreacher...Kreacher used to serve the mistress...Why can't Kreacher serve Master Rigg...It's all about that big boy Brat, speak ill of Kreacher in front of Master Rigg...you nasty brat...why doesn't Master Rigg believe in Kreacher..." Thinking about it, he remembered the cruelty of Master Rigg again.

It was the first time in Snow's life that he saw such a "vivid" house elf, and Cheese in the dark was stunned.

"Get up. Don't make me say it a second time." Rommel said coldly.

Kreacher howled three more times, but in the end he didn't dare to confront him head-on, sniffed his big nose, and got up in a panic.These days I'm depressed, I can't take care of cleaning up, the fig leaf on my waist is as dirty as a rag, my face is black, tears have melted into traces, like a field road.

"I'll ask you again, whether to go or not, if you want to go, go and take care of it." Rommel said seemingly casually. "Rig doesn't like dirty house-elves, and it's a fantasy to be selected as a private elf."

Kreacher gasped, and let out an ugly grunt, rough and muffled.

"Answer." Rommel said impatiently.

"Kreacher...Kreacher is going..." Kreacher looked up at Rommel with a very funny face.

Rommel remained calm and let it disappear to take care of itself, temporarily ignoring whether it really understood what it meant. If it misunderstood, it meant its ability was limited.In the Sturluson family, the private house elf not only relies on excellent working ability, but also one of the important selection conditions to understand the meaning of the owner to the greatest extent.

The arrangement of the party was more interesting than imagined. Marble-sized soap bubbles flew towards them. Rommel snorted, and the soap bubbles changed direction. More soap bubbles.

Leaving the dimly lit elevator, they were greeted by a sunny day, with occasional light clouds passing by, and strings of soap bubbles falling from the sky.Every time a new guest is welcomed, soap bubbles will be dispatched once.The color of the soap bubbles was random, and Rommel and Snow came across a very girly pink.

Above the wooden door leading to the party scene, the stained glass changes the background color unwillingly, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the pair of winged star-colored magic shoes.

They commented on the gorgeous flower arrangements placed on both sides of the gate in the shape of sparrow feathers, then walked through the gate and handed in their respective invitations.

"Rig should have arrived." Snow looked around.

Rommel immediately noticed a restless atmosphere suddenly bursting out from his side, with a strong and uncontrollable excitement.

"Look at him." Rommel raised his eyes, seemingly talking to himself.

He got no answer, but he was sure Dodoma was doing it.

The empty outside reception area told them that it was still early. Rommel walked to the dining table against the wall, picked up a glass of drink, sipped his lips dissatisfied, and brought another glass for his brother.Snow noticed the glittering golden words on the drink cup, which seemed to be a well-known wizard drink brand. He glanced at the bright yellow liquid in the cup, sniffed the taste hesitantly, took a sip, and found that it was a bit like lime ice cream smell.He looked at other cups, which were ever-changing, with almost no repeated colors, and guessed that children would like them.

"It seems like the person in charge of the foundation said, this is a thank you party." Rommel said softly.

Snow calmly swallowed the drink he didn't really appreciate, and was a little worried about how to deal with this big glass.

"I saw it," Snow raised the cup in his hand. "This famous beverage company once sponsored the foundation, and the donation amount was not high. I didn't expect that Ms. Kosol would be so happy to put these cups where she could see them as soon as she entered the door."

"She wants to catch big fish." In a blink of an eye, Rommel met the eyes of the old and the young walking slowly from the other end, froze for a moment, and raised his glass to them.

It was La Carlini Jr. and his grandfather.

The white-haired old man who had some difficulty walking finally came up to them. The old man looked at Rommel, then at Snow, and then turned his attention back to Rommel.

"Rommel." The old man's English was fairly standard, with a strong accent.

"You're still alive."

The old man stopped his furious grandson and laughed, "I haven't come out for a long time."

Rommel touched his chin, "It's been a few years since I haven't seen you so much, and you walk tremblingly. I remember you haven't reached seventy or eighty yet."

"I'm suffering from heart disease. I'm not happy. Of course, my body hasn't improved."

La Carlini Jr. was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that his grandfather, who was ambiguous and indifferent even when facing his father, would be so calm when facing an outsider.

"I can't help you with that." Rommel took a sip of the drink, trying not to frown because of the weird sweet taste erupting in his mouth.

"Don't keep squinting at my brother, I don't believe you don't know who he is." Rommel said to Snow again: "This is Lombardy Lacarini's..."

The old man was not happy, "I have a name!"

Rommel was kind, "George Napoli."

The old man stared at Snow for a long time without saying a word, as if he could say a thousand words in silence, Snow's hairs stood on end under his stare.

"Is there any problem?" Snow said calmly.

"Why didn't I marry my daughter to you?" The old man shook his head sadly.

At that moment, Lacarlini Jr.'s face was very exciting.

"...I'm sorry?" Snow didn't know how to respond.

"Don't pay attention to him, he says that every time he sees a man with a little bit of talent, no matter how old he is." Rommel disagrees.

Snow: ...

"Who made you refuse to marry my daughter!" The old man confidently pointed the finger at Rommel, who stayed out of the matter.

Rommel rolled his eyes, "At that time I didn't even know who you were, let alone your daughter."

One of the things that Giorgio Napoli regretted most in his life was that he chose Lombardy Lacarini as his son-in-law after undergoing strict and almost abnormal screening, and he was once complacent about such a choice; In a certain part of this layer of screening, he compared Rommel, who was on the rise, with Lombard, who was successful and famous. After hesitating for three seconds, he decided to favor the latter. This was his second regret.