HP's Foreign Land

Now that he has made up his mind, Heimdall doesn't plan to dawdle any longer. Just in case, Rommel, as the patriarch, issued a note allowing the moving of things, and Katerina, who is in charge of keeping Jolf's relics, was on it. Elder's signature.When leaving the blue velvet hut, Dodoma gave Hina the key to Yolf's room.

Once again set foot on the land of the ancestral home, Heimdall looked at this old house that had changed over the years but was almost the same as in the dream, with complicated eyes.Although he didn't want to admit it, his life still couldn't draw a clear line from everything in the dream, and the illusory people and things became more and more abundant in reality, forcing him to face it.Maybe it was destined somewhere, since he joined the Strulusson family by accident, the name Yolf must be inseparable from him.

As time went on, Heimdall became less shy about the Jolf effect than he once was.He found that he could face Yolf's life more calmly, and face the traces that Yolf had left in this family.

It has been a long time since he dreamed of those so-called past lives that had troubled him so much that he wished to use Empty to Erase. Heimdall never asked Victor about his dreams, just as Victor seldom asked him about Jolf Unknowingly, he formed a tacit understanding. He regarded Yolf as a friend, and Victor also had his own definition of Vasilyevich.

They never try to change anything in this matter.

They all deny who they were at the beginning, but they are willing to let the life of the previous life continue in their dreams.While fulfilling the two of them staying together, they pinned their own good expectations. Director Sturlusson must admit that he has a literary sensibility.So for a while, Heimdall even welcomed Jolf into his sleep, but unfortunately, this wish was never granted again.

Heimdall had a vague feeling that for Yolf, it was like completing a task. The explanation that should be explained was clear, and he patted his butt and left in a cool manner.The elder Strulusson, who became more and more convinced of this guess, was depressed.

There are three huge glass windows in Jolf's room. As long as God is in a good mood, the room can always be bathed in sunlight when the sun rises in the morning and the sun sets in the evening. But if you go around the ancestral house, you will find that the number of glass windows is different from the actual The numbers are inconsistent.This miraculous discovery stems from the fact that Heimdall didn't hurry up to enter the ancestral house, but went around the house in a strange way.

He didn't know if Yolf had also discovered this subtle difference. Yolf, who was not good at communicating with people, was also very cautious in controlling his dreams.Heimdall has long discovered that it is a delusion to perfect that little-known period of time through dreams, and the richness of historical reproduction is not as rich as the spit notepad left by Jolf's die-hard accuser Thoron Sturluson.

Stepping on the sun and facing the breeze, Heimdall stopped in the guess that this might be Jolf's room, and a figure appeared behind a glass window.Heimdall opened his eyes wide in surprise, and couldn't help laughing at himself after recognizing who the other party was.

For a moment, he thought that Solger Sturluson, who suddenly came into view, was the ghost of Jolf in a whimsical way.Heimdall bowed his head in repentance, and when he raised his head again, he turned and left there resolutely, leaving Solger's obscure gaze behind.

He came to the outside of Yolf's room, the door opened, and he was a little surprised by the lack of popularity and coldness in the room. Hina told him that since this year, Solger has never been able to live in this room. I heard that It was a decision made by the elders after deliberation. Unless permission is obtained, anything in the family that is labeled with Yolf is not allowed to be used without authorization, and the reincarnated brother is no exception.

Thinking of Solger's resentful eyes that couldn't fade away even if he was far away, Heimdall said with emotion that the Great Elder is really a man of action. Solger is at the age of romping, and the Great Elder has already begun to work for the "back road". Adding bricks and tiles.Ever since, he became more and more determined to move all the things he could move.

"What are you doing!" A roar sounded at the door, and Heimdall was not surprised at all. If the reincarnated brother who claimed to have all the rights to use all of Jolf's possessions would not move, Heimdall might look at him differently.

"Obviously." Heimdall said concisely.

When Solger saw the magic desk calendar with a pen holder that he had longed for but had no chance to do so flew up from the table, his expression changed drastically.

"You put things down!"

The desk calendar hung in the air and stopped moving, then suddenly fell backwards, as if pulled back by a huge force.When the desk calendar fell back to the table, it flew up from the ground at the same time. The copper-cast desk calendar engraved with the family crest began to go up and down unnaturally, as if being pulled by two hands in opposite directions. A fierce tug-of-war movement began .

There is a sequence of hearing, and there is a specialization in the art industry.Hina has a very high level of comprehension in taking care of wizards, plus she has been in a big family, so Dodoma never doubts that it will neglect little master Lige.But Hina is blank in terms of "competing for favor" among house elves. Cooking is no problem, but it is almost impossible for her to compete with her own kind, especially if the other party is a male house elf.Although the age is also an old age, it is obviously more experienced than Xina's struggle. Under Xina's control, the desk calendar is still pressed back to the desktop abruptly.

Hina has never been short of work since she was a child, and she is not very aware of competition.

Hina screamed in frustration, knelt on the ground and slammed her forehead. Even if Heimdall yelled at it, it remained indifferent and immersed itself in the small world of self-punishment.

The door closed with a slam, and Solger's house-elf was caught off guard and photographed by the door. Just when everyone was a little dazed by the sound of the door closing, the desk calendar flew up again, and covered it with lightning speed. The ear fell into the box on the ground that Heimdall had prepared for moving things.

There was no sound in the room until Heimdall said "continue", and the books on the desk lined up in a long queue in an orderly manner.

No matter how angrily Sorger roared, his house elf never responded again, and the speed of Xina's packing did not decrease but increased.

Seeing that the resentful Soljer seemed about to erupt, Heimdall quickly walked over without saying a word and patted the signed permission on his chest, his knife-like eyes gliding around Soljer's face , Solger, who already believed in the self-hypnosis of "I am the reincarnation", didn't know why he tasted the long-lost guilt under such gaze, and lowered his head hastily to hide it, and quickly scanned it, his face became even uglier.Now that he has no right to deal with these things, he can only watch the things in the house decrease.

Facing the reincarnated brother who was clearly vomited to death but still stared at him, Heimdall instructed Hina to move here and there without blushing or panting, and it was Heimdall who made Solger feel a little better. After looking at the things that looked very valuable, he only picked out the small items that were not impressive, and the books on the desk were not swept away.

Heimdall stopped Hina and began to look around. Solger was overjoyed, thinking that he was about to seal the box, but he turned and left the bedroom, came to the living room, and his eyes fell on the carved wooden door by the fireplace.

In fact, those before were all incidental. Heimdall's ultimate goal was Jolf's small study, and Solger didn't look like he was being robbed just now.

Heimdall opened the door of the small study and got in, and came out with both hands empty after a while. Solger focused all his attention on his hands, and didn't notice the strange expression on Heimdall's face when he came out. .

When they left Yolf's room, they saw two house-elves in the corridor still choking each other. After all, they had worked all their lives in the Blake's house, which is known for being harsh. Confused, the opponent pushed hard with both hands, and Kreacher instantly flew upside down and hit the wall, screaming in pain resounded in the corridor.

Solger let out a schadenfreude laugh. He actually needed to associate Kreacher's embarrassment with Heimdall's failure in order to obtain temporary psychological comfort, which shows how pathetic this person is.

Solger caught a glimpse of Heimdall looking at him, his smile suddenly turned into anger, and he glared viciously.

Heimdall slammed his mouth, and didn't bother to answer him.This person has adapted well to the role, and he probably already firmly believes that he has a good grasp of the role of reincarnation.Heimdall once imagined that if he were Solger, he must be trembling every day, walking on thin ice every day.

It takes thousands of lies to build a foundation for a lie to rise.

Yolf's things have been judged as relics that need to be put on a table to be confessed. This is undoubtedly a clear hint that the smart ones should immediately cut off the greed they shouldn't have, not to mention whether Solger was reincarnated or not? I know better than anyone else.

"Take your things back, I won't go back first, and then I'll walk around here."

Hina was a little hesitant at first, for Kreacher who was lurking beside Heimdall, and Hina's sense of crisis was unprecedentedly high.Due to the house-elf's instinct of obedience, it couldn't bring itself to refute, so it decided to leave early and return early.

When leaving that floor, Solger sighed at the door of Yolf's room.

Most of what Heimdall moved away were books, and the rest were things that Jolf used to see in his dream. Not all the things in that room were Jolf’s relics, and many things were added by later generations. of.

He met Bjorn Sturlusson, one of the elders, when he was walking absent-mindedly on the avenue beside the house. Bjorn stood there watching him, and Heimdall stepped forward to say hello.

"Merry Christmas, um, Mr Elder." He didn't know what to address Bjorn.

Bjorn didn't care, "Many people went to the ancestral house these days, but I didn't expect you to come back."

These words immediately reflected the elder's philosophy of keeping his ears to the outside world. Everyone in the family knew it, but as one of the elders, he still behaved ignorantly.Father Rommel went to the family meeting today, and it is said that all the elders were present, but this one was walking here wearing a fedora.

"Christmas, I should come back and have a look." Heimdall didn't intend to mention the elder's birthday to him.

"I didn't prepare a Christmas present for you." Bjorn said confidently.

Heimdall couldn't laugh or cry, "I prepared it for you." He took out a small box from his pocket.

"Merry Christmas." He said and handed it over.

Bjorn took it, his expression unchanged, neither happy nor unhappy.

"Are you forcing me to return your gift?"

"No." Heimdall said decisively.

"I'm sorry to take your things for nothing."

"It's okay, just get used to it."

"Huh?" Bjorn blew on his beard.

Heimdall looked away, "Then I won't delay your walk, I'll go home and go there."

"Stop!" Bjorn's voice was not loud, and his momentum was bang bang. Chief Strulusson decided to obey the situation and stood still.

"Come over tomorrow, I have something to tell you."

"what's up?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow. You can go."

Heimdall burst into tears, this old guy is really small-minded.

When I returned to the blue velvet hut, I found that my father hadn’t come back. After eating the lunch made by Hina, Heimdall wrote a note with a list of people’s names and their corresponding gifts. Don't make a mistake, and then repeatedly explain what level of VIP I am in this wizard express company, and the lowest discount is 7.8%. This should not be confused.

In fact, it was completely unnecessary. As long as there were no force majeure factors, the house elf would never mistake the master's order. However, Hina still listened carefully to the master's nagging concluding speech, and expressed her determination to complete the task before leaving.

That evening, Olar started his first round of long-distance travel during the Christmas season, with the goal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft in England.

A few hours later, the Potions professor at Hogwarts, who was grading the last Potions paper of the year, which was handed in before the fifth grade holiday, received a Christmas gift from Finland. Snape, who was upset by the ever-changing papers His expression softened a little, and before he could open the box, another wave of bigger movements followed. Professor Snape hurried to the school gate under Filch's reminder, he tightened his clothes in the cold wind, The hem of the cloak was rattling.

The wizard delivery company meticulously handed over the bulging cloth bag - the degree of expansion made one have to be surprised how many things were contained in it, Snape took it in a daze, when he saw clearly what came with the cloth bag His expression became even more confused when the name on the letter appeared.

Snape cast aside Filch's curious gaze without hesitation, quickly got rid of the entanglement he was trying to inquire, and walked quickly back to the warm office.The pink cloth bag in his hand was so vivid that it was boring, not to mention the layered lace around the mouth of the bag that could not be ignored. Professor Snape was very fortunate that it was during the holiday.

Professor Snape pushed away the half-graded thesis and decided to relax his nerves.He opened the letter, read it quickly, put down the letter paper, and his expression became very subtle.

Snape turned his head to look at the cloth bag that he had put aside casually, tried his best to ignore the thrilling color, allowed himself to waste some time to clear his mind, after that, he stretched out his hand to loosen the rope on the top, and as expected, the inside Things flowed out like a rising tide, and instantly replaced other things on the desk to become the new subject.

Snape tried to calmly examine the situation he was facing at this time, and made a simple plan. After a few seconds, he found the original letter under the pile of things, and searched for it according to a certain item in the letter. He bought a gift box in the shape of a five-pointed star, and the pattern on it made the potions professor's calmness almost disappear.

Ten minutes later, the Potions professor appeared in the principal's office, and he straight to the point took out the gift box.

"Mr. Heimdall Strulusson asked me to pass it on to you. Merry Christmas." The last blessing came from the letter asking him to convey it on his behalf.

Dumbledore's eyes flickered as he was about to reach for the second pastry, and he looked a little surprised. He slid his hand over the plate, took the gift box, and opened it in front of Snape. Then, the old headmaster smiled , the pair of eyes with profound brilliance behind the glasses narrowed slightly.

It was a set of handmade fabrics that brought out the "charm" of contrasting colors to the fullest, woolen scarves, woolen hats of the same style and color, and two pairs of woolen socks. Dumbledore picked up another piece that was not matched but was very similar in color The man's handkerchief grinned from ear to ear.

Snape thought he should say something, "You look satisfied." His voice was dry.

"What do you think I should prepare in return?" Dumbledore happily put down the handkerchief. "What advice do you have, Severus?"

"Honestly, I don't know," said Snape, who had a headache. Although his gift had been prepared, he was still hesitant about the recipient's preference. "Rig, I mean Mr. Strulusson...he, um, likes bright things..."

Dumbledore raised his gray eyebrows, "I remember he was very interested in the utensils in my office."

At the same time, the eyes of the two shifted to the dazzling array of silverware in the glass cabinet, as well as other utensils inlaid with gemstones of various colors.

Snape withdrew his gaze and coughed, "Anyway, please solve it yourself." A powerless and tough gesture.

"Would you like some tea?" Dumbledore's proposal had just uttered when his seat creaked.

Dumbledore patted the chair, "Don't worry, Dobby, Professor Snape doesn't have a big appetite, you understand," he turned to Snape, "Everything has gone up during Christmas, I like to drink The tea is always out of stock, and the house-elves are very distressed."

Snape couldn't help suspecting that he didn't intend to really buy him tea, "No, thank you, I'm not interested in mint lemon tea." He gestured to get up and leave.

Dumbledore's next words prompted him to sit back, and the other said in a headmaster's tone: "What do you think of the teaching in the new semester?"

"Are you asking me to express my opinion on the newly appointed professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Snape snorted contemptuously, as a matter of course. "Congratulations to Professor Umbridge for successfully entering the new year without killing students or herself in class. Considering the misfortunes of her predecessors, I have reason to believe that this day is not so far away."

Any wizard who holds the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts will inevitably have the bad luck of being picked on by Snape, and this new professor is the most unpopular one in many years. It can be said that her arrival has promoted In addition to the resistance of all students to vitriol, students are more willing to endure the venomous Potions than Umbridge's teaching method that always revolves around theoretical knowledge and repeatedly promotes bureaucratic answers - at least in the They can learn useful things in Potions class.

Dumbledore's fingers crossed into an arch, he was very used to Snape's way of speaking, and the envy, jealousy and hatred alluded to through sharp words.

"Do you have any vision for the future?" Dumbledore seemed very interested in chatting.

"Did you drink the bullshit drink? Or was it a deranged mind that Rig's gift pleased you?"

"I think I'm normal and thank you for being so concerned about my health."

"Oh, yes, I can tell, you are normal." Snape thought about Dumbledore's question just now. "Becoming a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, this is my wish for the future, but there is someone who always refuses to let me do it." Dumbledore asked him to continue with a normal expression, and Snape continued, "There will be another two and a half years." Time, Potter and his lovely friends graduate from Hogwarts. One year later, the last Weasley will disappear from my eyes. I pray for that day to come as soon as possible. Of course, if they put their minds to it after graduation Putting as much time into your career as you can, instead of busying yourself with breeding and postponing the next generation of Weasleys or Potters showing up at Hogwarts, I guess as their Potions professor I'll try to tell myself maybe they're not Really that bad."

However, there is still a big prerequisite for realizing all this, that is, to move a stone named "Voldemort" away from the forward direction.The unexpected arrival of the mysterious man in his mind caused Snape's mood to plummet.

Before Dumbledore could speak, Snape stood up abruptly, "Excuse me, I suddenly realized that I have other matters to attend to, excuse me." He left the room as quickly as possible.

In less than a minute, he went back and forth, with an unnatural expression on his face, and said as briefly as possible: "Although it may not be necessary, I think I should tell you that I will go to the Forbidden Forest to take a tour later. .I will appreciate it if you don't ask why."

Dumbledore blinked, "You can go to Hagrid."

"I will. Merry Christmas, Albus." This time he really left.