HP's Foreign Land

"Rig, open the door!"

Heimdall, who was tearing off his mustache in front of the mirror, sighed, turned and opened the door. Snow and Rommel behind him saw that the room was as big as a storage cabinet, and quickly dismissed the idea of ​​going in.

"Come out, let's take some pictures." Seeing that he hadn't changed, Snow hurriedly pulled him out.

"Didn't you take a picture before..." Heimdall felt his face go numb, and the beard that had been torn off a little with great difficulty stuck back.

"Never filmed alone with us."

Walking out of the room, I saw Victor walking with a camera, followed by a bunch of chattering radish heads.

"Come on, take some photos for us." Rommel preemptively pulled Heimdall to pose, followed by Snow, and then the three of them took another photo.

Finally, enough photos of the two brothers were taken. Victor was afraid that Snow would change his mind, so he thrust the camera into his hand and pulled Heimdall to ask for a group photo. The little carrot heads rushed up and surrounded the two. Rubbing the camera.

The master is melancholy, why is it so difficult to take a sweet couple photo.The stalking skills of the little radishheads are extraordinary, and when the master reacted, Heimdall had already been taken away by others to take a group photo alone, and he had to stay where he was "to take care of the children".

Watching another batch of smiling guests leave, Heimdall thought to himself that now I can go backstage and change clothes. Someone called his name.

"Master Matt Jacobs?!" Heimdall held the other's outstretched hand in surprise. "It's an honor for you to honor me."

Matt Jacobs was in a good mood: "Don't call me a master, just call me by my name."

The two took a photo together.

"How is Mr. Hernando doing? I have written several letters, but you haven't responded." Originally, the foundation also invited Hernando, but unfortunately, he didn't come today.

"A while ago, I went with a few friends to explore the new stronghold of the deep-sea mermaids in the shallow sea. His magizoologist friends deduced that the first wave of large-scale tidal spawning of the deep-sea mermaids will be caught early next year."

What about my unknown animal fur?Heimdall was depressed, and it seemed that he had to hold on to it.

After exchanging a few words with Matiacopo, and watching the master leave, at this time, Lacarini Jr. came to the front with a white-haired old man.

"This is my grandfather."

Heimdall was a little surprised by the radiant look on his face. It was hard to believe that such a "vulgar" expression would appear on his face. If the time went back 365 days, he would definitely laugh at this hypothesis loudly.In this grandfather and grandson, Heimdall saw the tenderness between the family members and the dependence of the children and grandchildren on the elders.Although I only saw the picture of La Carlini and his father together once, apart from the inevitable inheritance of appearance, Heimdall did not find any other similarities in them. It is not so much a father and son, but more like the relationship between superiors and subordinates .

"Hello." Heimdall took the old man's hand. "I am Heimdall Strulusson."

The old man smiled easy-goingly: "The poster you took for Xingyun last time was very good. You must tell me when you come to Italy again. I will ask him to take you out for a walk and have fun." Heimdall added a lot of impression points, and the cynical Italian wizard loves every brick and tile in his hometown.

"Thank you." Heimdall said cautiously.He and La Carlini Jr. are far from being so familiar with each other. For the minors who met for the first time, isn't this uncle a little too enthusiastic? !

Snow on the side squinted at his elder brother. Rommel seemed to see nothing, lowered his head, and gently pinched a piece of thread on his sleeve.

Rommel said: "Go and change, I'll take you to dinner tonight. You did well today."

"What if Ms. Kosol wants to take us to a dinner party?" Heimdall had long planned to have supper, and when he heard that his father was going to treat him, he immediately looked embarrassed.

"You have a good idea." Rommel shook his head amusedly, and was relatively calm about his style of "preparing for a rainy day". "You think that everyone is like you, everyone has gone back to rest, and the celebration is a matter of the future."

"Okay, I'm going to change clothes." Anyway, as long as there is a treat, Heimdall ran away in a dizzy manner. With the two long drooping ears behind him, he really looked like a herbivorous vertebrate.

Heimdall walked into the small dressing room, and was about to close the door when the master squeezed in sideways.

"What are you doing in such a small place!" Although he seemed to be complaining, his mouth opened because of Feiyang's mood, and he took off his two rabbit ears in front of the mirror, and hissed continuously while tearing off his mustache.

"Can't get it off?"

Victor stood behind him, looking at the man in the mirror with a hideous grin.He took Heimdall's hand and stroked the mustache.

"It's a holiday next week. How are you going to spend Christmas this year?"

Director Sturluson, who was struggling with the beard with all his heart and soul, couldn't help being imaginative when he heard it. Suddenly, his upper lip was pulled hard, and his teeth were bared - Victor unexpectedly tore off his mustache.

Heimdall let out a scream.

"What's the matter with Hungary?" The master threw his beard in front of the mirror.

Heimdall rubbed his numb lips, his eyes resentful, "It's nothing, to put it simply, he's following the trend."

Victor raised one eyebrow, "Be more specific." The master refused to be perfunctory.

"It's not me he's looking at, but my father."

Victor's expression was subtle.

"I'm not kidding you, my father is Rommel Strulusson, and he came to approach me."

The master's expression became more and more incomprehensible, and Heimdall touched his face in confusion.Victor shook that hand and sighed, his announcement at the Barnabas Finkley Awards Gala didn't have the effect he thought it would, and it looks like those wizards with "plans" won't be put off by that The determination to face difficulties.

"They didn't take my warning to heart," Victor smiled wryly. "Rommel's attractiveness is beyond imagination, but I'm just a big-spoken Quidditch player with a very old hobbies. Isn't it boring to be with me?"

No matter how strong and confident people are, they cannot avoid the unexpected arrival of a glass heart.Heimdall hugged his head and gave him two thumps.

"I like Quidditch players, especially those who speak loudly. It would be great to be as mature and stable as the old man."

"..." Master Krum, who was quite moved at first, couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it. "It turns out that I am an old man in my heart."

Heimdall laughed triumphantly, like a Bonasera.

Two streets away from the venue of the party, in a rather romantic bar for wizards, four wizards sat around a small black and white checkerboard table.It was nearly midnight at this time, but it didn't prevent one of them from beaming and chattering, while the faces of the other three were clouded.

"...Haha, did you see it, did you see it, I, Nikolai Yezhov, won the award, and it was awarded to me by the Kosol Foundation, thank you for my outstanding contribution, thank me, this is a special thank you to me... ...Tell you that you can't understand this feeling," Ye Ruofu raised his head slightly, closing his eyes dreamily. "Ah, the moment I stood on the stage, I felt that mood, that atmosphere..." His expression tightened, and he opened his eyes for a glance, "You don't even understand."

I don't understand why you're still talking so much? !The other three old men unanimously reviewed all kinds of vicious spells in their minds that could instantly make people dumb.

Junker was the first to explode, "Called us all the way here just to show off your trophy with broken shoes?"

Katenen and Shagari felt that Junker was really superfluous, and it was obvious that he came to them to show off.

Who knew that Ye Ruofu said arrogantly: "Who told you to come, you ran here in a hurry. I just let you know at that time, so that you can be happy too." "You are jealous, I understand, I don't blame you."

Katenin, who had the best temper, couldn't help grinding his teeth.

"Ah, the person I was waiting for is here." Ye Ruofu picked up the cup and took a sip, stood up while stroking the hem of his clothes, straightened the drooping and comfortable cloak, avoiding the table and turning around, the silvery black fabric was behind him Set off an elegant arc.

The old man was too lazy to complain about his hypocrisy.

Junker sneered, "Is he really waiting for someone?"

Shagari sucked on his pipe fiercely, producing a lot of second-hand smoke. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the golden trophy on the table.Ye Ruofu snatched the trophy on the table and protected it in his arms, gave him a sideways look, and walked away quickly like a thief.

Shajali's face changed suddenly, and he cursed at Ye Ruofu's back in fluent Arabic, and the pipe in his hand was almost crushed.He vigorously turned his head to look at Katenen and growled, "Say something! Hurry up!"

"No." Kattenin refused to respond. "I don't want to inflate his self-image even more."

Shagari's cheeks twitched, and he muttered and tried to bite the mouthpiece of the pipe.

"The person he's waiting for is Strulusson." Junker, who had already passed his strength, said in surprise.

The other two old men turned their heads to look.

Under Yezhov's guidance, Heimdall sat down opposite him.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Ye Ruofu smiled and said he didn't care, "Where are your rabbit ears? I want to take a few more photos with you." At this point, he winked at him.

Heimdall shrugged, "I looked for you before, and you had already left by then."

"Well, it's my fault." Ye Ruofu admitted his mistake without any malice.

Heimdall blinked hesitantly. The number of times he met Yezhov was limited. In his limited knowledge, the impression Nikolai Yezhov left on him was that he was flamboyant yet easy-going, not cold but not very enthusiastic , will never be as approachable as it is now - a smile is always on the face, looking a little too excited.When Heimdall saw the trophy that he carefully put aside, he understood something.

"Do you want to eat something?" Ye Ruofu enthusiastically suggested.

"I just came from a restaurant." Heimdall shook his head. "I came to you today to ask for your opinion on something."

Heimdall's expression made Yezhov stop smiling.

Heimdall said: "The foundation and I have inquired about your itinerary for next year, and they have arranged your classes in two branches in Greece and the Black Sea."

"I know this, what do you want to say?"

"I have a few friends from Bulgaria. They will go to work in Greece and the Black Sea branch as temporary workers. Can you take care of them?"

Ye Ruofu narrowed his eyes, "My black magic training class is mainly aimed at children aged 17 to [-], and occasionally I will teach teachers one or two lessons."

"I have already greeted Ms. Kosol. They are usually temporary workers. They will appear in your class as students during your class."

Ye Ruofu smiled shortly, "Since you have made all the arrangements, do I still have a choice?"

Heimdall was silent for a moment, "I'm sorry, I don't want to offend you, but I can't think of a better way for the time being. I can only let them rely on you as a mountain, otherwise I don't feel at ease."

"Fawn on me."

"Yes, I admit that I'm flattering you, do you accept it?" Heimdall looked at him intently.

Ye Ruofu snorted slowly.

His reticence did not surprise Heimdall. These people who are used to doing things in their own way are most afraid of being judged by others, and Yezhov is a little annoyed by being forced into a passive acceptance situation.

"They're middlemen."

Ye Ruofu's expression changed slightly.Ordinary wizards may not understand this term. Those who have confronted Death God countless times know that wizards who cannot stay in the wizarding world will be called this.

Heimdall said again, "Both sides are making trouble for them, Scavenger, Saint."

Ye Ruofu's eyes flickered.

"One of these friends of mine is the grandson of Eastwell Denagy, who is Grindelwald..."

"I know." Ye Ruofu interrupted him. "Then what?"

"Please take care of them," Heimdall said. "I'm not looking for bodyguards for them, I just want to remind you."

Ye Ruofu snorted again.

"They have never attended an orthodox magic school, nor have they been exposed to any magic education system. If you can, please start with the most basic." Heimdall said sincerely. "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Ye Ruofu waited for a while, but still couldn't wait for the next sentence, so he couldn't help frowning.

"Important! You have been talking about it for a long time, what is the important point?"

Heimdall said puzzledly, "I've already said it."

"Where? Didn't hear you!" Ye Ruofu leaned back impatiently.

"Please start from the most basic."

"……this one?"

"this one."

The two stared at each other for a long time.

Ye Ruofu suddenly laughed, "I've been around for a long time just for this sentence? You're making a big deal out of a molehill!"

"I think since I have something to ask, I should tell you the truth." Heimdall smiled shyly. "Whether it's a scavenger or a saint, it's too late for ordinary wizards to hide, and it's hard for the two to deal with the mess."

Ye Ruofu let out a contemptuous snort from his nose.

"The scavenger? The saint?" It's nothing to be afraid of.

"I understand what you mean." Ye Ruofu said sternly. "I sell you this favor."

Heimdall was so shocked by the old gangster's aura that his heart trembled wildly. He brought a teapot and poured a cup of water down half a cup, wiped his mouth, and thanked him with a smile on his face.

After the party, Durmstrang ushered in the Christmas and New Year holidays, and Victor returned home reluctantly.They discussed their respective itineraries early in the morning. Christmas is 100% to be reunited with their families. The two of them decided to spend the second half of the holiday together. The specific itinerary was arranged by Mr. Stuluson, and Master Krum expressed it unabashedly his expectations.

Among the two assistants in the experimental laboratory, the older one has already started preparing for employment, and now he comes to the laboratory less and less often, which is based on Heimdall's acquiescence; the younger one is currently at the end of the course In the easy stage, Heimdall believes that the best time to ravage cannot be missed.Director Strulusson is someone who has been there before, and he can see the mind of this little follower. He waited outside the examination room of the first grade, caught Zug who was sneaky and wanted to escape, and arranged a bunch of homework under the pretense. The hard-hearted Mr. Stulusson turned a blind eye to the pitiful Chu Ge tried his best to show.

I finally realized the essence of "I can't accept it, but it's too late."Zug dragged the suitcase, and left the school with tears in his eyes.

The astronomy exam room was over, and the students left the classroom in twos and threes. The sound of scattered footsteps echoed in the deserted corridor. The lower grades who originally liked to romp in the corridor had already packed their bags and returned home.What greeted the senior students was the cold wind lingering on the snow, the sky was no longer snow or loneliness, the school was less chattering from the lower grades, and it was hard to adapt to the emptiness.

Caro put on a tall posture and recited a poem facing the knee-deep snow in the courtyard. It is said that the whole poem has a profound artistic conception, rich emotion and thought-provoking.The poet author is well-known in the French wizarding literary world and has published ten collections of poems.

Heimdall's eyes were a little straight, and he didn't understand anything except some words that seemed to be names of people or things; Leon could speak French, at least he understood what the poem was about; Huan Xin, who spent time studying French poetry, bought the poetry collection of this great poet, and was able to exchange a few words with Carlo, which is a long way from being proficient.

Only Mr. Stulusson, who didn't understand even the simplest sentence, concluded that the poem was immoral, no, moaning without illness.

Carlo glanced at Heimdall with his small and humble eyes, with indescribable coquettishness and contempt.

"Rig, listen to what Brother Jones said, even if you don't like it, at least you can learn to influence it. As far as I know, Mr. Krum is very connotative. When you are old and decrepit, you won't be reduced to speechless In the right situation."

This kid is seven months younger than me!Heimdall's hands trembled, and the cloth bag in his hand almost hit Carlo's forehead.

"I'll find you in the New Year." Student Carlo had intermittent whims.

"No time, I'm going on a trip."

Carol is as good as he is, "That Christmas..."

"You want to come to our house?"

"No, don't forget to send me a gift, I want a limited Christmas gift box from Honeydukes."

Heimdall gave him a white look, and the two parted ways at the door of the dormitory.

After the Thanksgiving Gala of the Kosol Foundation, Rommel was not in a hurry to go back. He stayed in a rented house in Mumian Ancient Town for a few days, planning to return home with his son after the holiday.

December 12 this year is the 27th birthday of Lange Westner Stulusson, the great elder of the Stulusson family. The elders decided to use this name to call the Stulusson family back to celebrate together.

Rommel decided to stay overnight in Kapok and leave the next morning.Naturally, Victor's small house was not easy to live in, so Heimdall dragged his luggage and moved into the luxury rental house again.

During dinner, Heimdall said, "Dad, can I get my money back if I don't live in this house?"

"I'm afraid not. When I signed the contract, I planned to wait until the year you graduated." Rommel calmly pushed a small bowl of sherbet mint pudding in front of his eyes. "Try it, I heard it was a very popular dessert."

When Heimdall saw the colorful pudding in the glass bowl, he lost his appetite for trying something new. He didn't like too fancy food.

That Kreacher did it, Heimdall heard the implication, curled his lips in his heart, just didn’t follow the topic, and dug the tender green part with a small metal spoon into his mouth without saying a word deliver.Well, the taste is not bad, it is cool and delicious in the mouth, and I dug a spoonful of the red part, which seems to be cherries and lemons... Just digging and shoveling left and right, a small bowl was eaten upside down.

Heimdall pretended not to know, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Dodoma, it tastes good."

There was a suffocating hiss and a strange collision sound from somewhere invisible, and then the carpet in the living room swelled up, and then was quickly flattened, and the base of the carved and painted screen by the table creaked and swayed left and right Pendulum, accompanied by a scream that sounded a little distant, everything returned to calm.

Rommel, who kept his chin with his fingers folded all the time, turned his eyes to Heimdall, who was sitting securely on the chair, raised his cup and blew on the surface of the hot tea, and took a small sip. All indifferent.

A smile touched the corners of his mouth, and Rommel's lips curved slightly.