HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall was not in a hurry to go on an adventure, he said Christmas greetings to Thoron, collected the guide and went to Elder Bjorn's studio, but found no one.Heimdall patted his forehead, he must have been taken back by his family for Christmas, so he turned and left the studio and the ancestral house.

Today is Christmas Eve, the day of reunion.

Stepping back to the blue velvet cottage in the afterglow of the setting sun, he was greeted by his father, Snow and...

"Daisy?!" Heimdall shouted in surprise, before hugging Snow.

With a smile on her face, Daisy opened her arms and kissed him, "Hello, Rigg."

"Hello, Daisy. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, aren't you happy to see me?" Daisy said deliberately annoyed.

"I thought people would prefer to stay home for Christmas."

"This is also my home." Daisy turned to look at Rommel and Snow, "Am I wrong?"

Of course the two brothers couldn't shake their heads.

Daisy didn't care about their answers, "I get together at home every day, and sometimes I really want to see you."

Heimdall smiled slightly, kissed her on the cheek, took a step back and looked around, "Where is Yona?"

"Her father was reluctant to let her come with me." Daisy couldn't help laughing when she thought of her daughter's crying face flushed and screaming at her before she left.

"It should be you that Vidin is most reluctant to part with." Heimdall teased with a smile, Daisy raised her hand and slapped the back of his head, and Heimdall let out a cry.

Daisy hurriedly rubbed the back of his head, "I'm sorry, does it hurt, because Bernick never calls out, so I don't care too much about it." Probably a conditioned reflex.

Heimdall expressed deep sympathy for Bernick.

"It's not a little girl, it's okay to hit her twice." Rommel said calmly.

Heimdalton looked distressed, Snow and Daisy couldn't help laughing, Rommel put down his cigar, and pointed in the direction of the study.

"I've brought the things back." He said to Daisy.

Daisy nodded, took two steps and turned around, "Rig, are you coming?"

"doing what?"

"Call up."

Heimdall's attention left the dessert plate, met Daisy's eyes, and then jumped up.

"go with!"

Rommel's phone is very well-behaved, it doesn't bite people everywhere, and it doesn't run rampant. It lies quietly on Heimdall's lap, with a small piece of phone cord dangling behind its buttocks.

Daisy said something in Bulgarian, and there was a response on the other end of the phone. Daisy had a sweet face.After a while, she handed the phone to Heimdall, "Your."

Heimdall reached out to take it, and Victor's voice came from the other side. Chief Sturluson subconsciously straightened his back, and then realized that it was a bit silly to do so, and laughed twice at Daisy.Daisy grinned, patted his arm, got up and left the study.

"What are you doing?" Victor said over there.

This question is not much smarter than him puffing out his chest and keeping his stomach in. The equally stupid Chief Strulusson couldn't stop smiling from the moment he received the call.

"I didn't do anything, I'll call you."

"Have you had a good time?"

"It's very fulfilling. I have been adventuring in the ancestral house for the past two days. I saw the portrait of Suo Errong. He told me an interesting thing."

Victor is not a curious person, and he doesn't like to chat with people without boundaries, but he can't stand the phone. Heimdall is on the other end of the phone, listening to Heimdall chatting with him in a happy mood. The master is actually very happy Heimdall He seemed to want to tell him everything, until Rommel came over to call for dinner, and Victor on the other end suddenly realized that two hours had passed unknowingly.

"Yes, I remember, even if I forget myself, I will never forget my date with you," the master tenderly stared at the extremely restless phone in his hand. "I went to pick you up at the Helsinki station that day," followed by a quick smile, "Say something stupid, okay, that's it, um, Merry Christmas." Then he was dragged back by Victor.

"Finished?"

Victor suddenly woke up, his eyes followed the source of the sound, his father Prodi watched him blankly, now Victor can see clearly the essence of caring through this seemingly indifferent phenomenon.

"Sorry for taking so long." Victor stood up and walked towards the door.

Prodi smiled, and quickly hesitated when he passed by, "...Next time I see him, thank him for me, I like his gift very much."

Heimdall sent Prodi a set of fishing tools, which were packed in a light green tool box. On the day Prodi received the gift, he studied for a whole morning before he figured out how to open the lid of this well-sealed tool box. .He didn't care about wasting nearly four hours on this. The next day he happily took the heavy box out to find his fishing friends to offer treasures. Victor believed that he really liked it.

The gift Heimdall gave to Victor's mother was a set of tortoiseshell hair combs inlaid with pearls and gemstones. Victor's mother has long and shiny black hair, combed in the same style, and does not wear any decorations, which is very beautiful. Simple, even Victor's grandma is more beautiful than her. Heimdall chose to start with this aspect when choosing gifts. The comb was purchased in a wizard shop in Helsinki that specializes in women's accessories. The purchase process Overseen by Rommel, Heimdall figured the comb set would look good.

On Christmas Eve, when the whole family had a dinner, Victor's mother inserted an exquisite and small tortoiseshell comb on her head. The small pearls and fine gemstones complemented each other, making the thick black hair shiny.Mrs. Krum stared at the comb on her head several times, and curled her lips after learning that it was from Heimdall, muttering in her mouth, as if complaining that the giver was biased, and the whole family just pretended that they hadn't heard anything. , stuffed head to eat.

Heimdall didn't stay up too late that night, he returned to his room after zero o'clock, put a box tied with a ribbon at the door before he climbed into bed, and said softly "Merry Christmas" before closing the door.

Five minutes later, Hina came to the door and picked up the box excitedly.He stood holding the box for a while, woke up and looked around, and disappeared holding the box.The next second appeared in the kitchen, where Dodoma was making drinks for several hosts.

"What's that?" Dodoma asked.

Hina was a little coy: "The master gave Hina a Christmas present."

This is not the first time that Hina has received a gift from Heimdall. After the initial ecstasy passed, it was followed by a long period of anxiety.House-elves don't want to receive what their masters give them—whatever it is—although the house-elves of the Sturluson family have undergone considerable psychological training and are slightly less accepting than their counterparts in other families. Improvement does not mean that they really have no obstacles at all.

"The master is very kind to you."

Hina nodded quickly, almost knocking her forehead on the hard floor tiles.

"I am the master's personal house-elf!"

Hina has been emphasizing this point recently, and the presence of Kreacher has greatly stimulated it.

"It's a crystal cup..." Hina gasped intoxicated, and carefully took out a pink slender crystal cup from the box. The translucent luster made Hina squint her eyes. "Xina, Xina saw it in a magazine, and Xina looked at it a few more times..." Xina held the cup incoherently, her eyes sparkling.

Dodoma understood, Little Master Lige must have noticed Hina's small movements.

"You have to serve Little Master Lige well."

"Sheena is the master's personal house-elf."

Dodoma turned his head to continue working, and he couldn't help being startled when he caught sight of Hina's movements from the corner of his eye. It looked at the cup that suddenly approached in front of him inexplicably.

"The owner said on the card that this is a couple's cup." Hina shyly held up the fragrant card wrapped with the gift to her boyfriend.

"I have a share too?" Dodoma let go of the spoon in surprise, wiped his hands, and took the purple crystal cup that matched the pink cup from Hina's hand.

Dodoma stared at the cup and was silent for a moment, "How much money do you have?"

Hina shook her head blankly, "Xina doesn't know, the master has saved it, and the master said that if Hina needs money, she can ask the master directly."

Dodoma was not surprised that Hina had little idea of ​​money.

Dodoma gently stroked the delicate concave-convex texture on the crystal cup, and said softly, "Then use mine first."

Heimdall got up before dawn the next day, quickly washed up, changed out of his pajamas and ran to the side hall, where the presents were piled up under the Christmas tree into a hill.Olar was drowsy on the bird stand in the side hall, and Heimdall touched its head. The cold air attached to its skin had not completely dissipated, guessing that it might have just returned.I dialed the feed box hanging on the bird stand, and it was still full, so I kissed its head, said Christmas blessings and wished it good night.

"Rig! Rig!" Xiao Ba climbed down along the wall and lay down beside the Christmas tree, looking eager to try.

Toffee and Bun also ran into the side hall one after the other, looking at him eagerly.Pod cats scorned their childishness, while jumping in front of them, emphasizing their own importance.

Heimdall was amused by their impatientness, he jumped up and kissed them respectively with a big laugh.

"Don't worry, don't worry, come one by one." Sitting in front of the fireplace, Heimdall took out a light yellow box as if by magic. "This is for buns." Put the box aside.

Little Bread circled around the box excitedly, the outer package of the gift was like tofu under a steel knife, and turned into a strip of paper under Little Bread's sharp claws.Little Bread pulls out a fluffy doll chick from the tattered box. The rose-red chick has a pair of dull little bean eyes.

Seeing it scratching and scratching at the chicken, Heimdall soon figured out a way to play. He picked up the chicken and threw it up vigorously. The chicken bounced several times and rolled out with a grunt. .Little Bread's eyes lit up, and he chased after him happily, and he was playing right away.

Heimdall figured it must be a favorite.

"Come on, this is for toffee." Heimdall took out a shiny fluorescent purple paper bag.

The toffee has been with Heimdall for many years, and he has received many gifts, and he is not a little doll who can't hold back. The very calm Ren Heimdall unwrapped the package and pulled out a colorful candy shape that was almost as tall as a person. pillow.The shape of the throw pillow is copied from Honeydukes' composite cream ball, and the workmanship is exquisite and lifelike.

Heimdall put the pillow on the edge of the fireplace and patted it loose. The nearby toffee immediately smelled a faint scent of butter balls, and immediately threw himself on the pillow and rolled into a ball with joy.

"Little Eight."

Xiao Ba hurried forward, and Heimdall put a black spider pendant the size of an adult's palm on one of its large tongs. The spider on the pendant had four pairs of ruby ​​eyes, and the red and black contrasted sharply.

"Little Eight."

"Ok?"

[Xiaoba. 】

"Ok?"

Seeing Xiao Ba's confused appearance, Heimdall burst out laughing.

"Xiaoba." He said again.

[Xiaoba. 】

This time Xiao Ba understood that the spider pendant could talk, and moved the pincers to bring the pendant close to his head.

"I'm Xiaoba."

[I'm Xiaoba. 】

"I'm Xiaoba."

[I'm Xiaoba. 】

Heimdall couldn't help laughing, "Do you like it?"

"like."

【like. 】

"I like it."

[I like it. 】

Xiao Ba stared angrily at the pendant, and the spider eyes on the pendant flickered.

Heimdall smiled even more heartily.He temporarily put away the share that belonged to Olar, and waited for it to recover.

"Merry Christmas, Pod." Heimdall opened the oval box, and the three-tiered pepper-flavored chocolate cake jumped into Pod's eyes. "To be honest, I don't know what to give you. As long as you want, I can give you everything I can get." He gently stroked the back of the pod.

Doudou fondled Heimdall's hand with his head, raised his head and looked at him for a moment, then excitedly circled around the cake, and licked it in small bites.Heimdall looked at it tenderly.

"Okay, the bottom is mine." Heimdall rubbed his hands with his eyes shining, got up, walked to the Christmas tree and sat on the ground.

"That is to say, you are going to take them apart before they run away with long legs?!" Rommel appeared at the entrance of the side hall, wearing a morning coat, and looked at him with a smile.

"Good morning, Dad, and Merry Christmas." Heimdall turned around and grinned at him energetically.

"Merry Christmas."

Little Bread ran past Rommel's feet chasing the bouncing chickens. Rommel raised his eyebrows. It was so lively in the early morning. He walked carefully into the side hall and sat on a sofa chair near the Christmas tree. Up and down.

Heimdall's hand swayed over the pile of things with unique and peculiar appearance, and took out a thing wrapped in green and wet - Bane's gift.Judging from its appearance, it is more suitable to stay in the recycling bin than a gift.

Rommel leaned back in the chair with a critical face, and several newspapers appeared on the small wooden table at hand. Rommel casually picked up the top one, and while opening the newspaper, his attention was still partly distracted in Heim. Dahl over there.

Heimdall lifted off the green moss, and inside was a black shell-like object.Heimdall groped carefully for a while, found the gap and opened it.It is filled with seeds of different sizes, shapes and colors, and when you poke them with your fingers, they are quite heavy.The seeds looked very fresh, round and plump, and exuded the unique fragrance of plants. This big black shell contributed a lot. Heimdall quickly dismissed the idea of ​​pouring out the seeds for preservation and closed the round shell again.

The plant seeds sent by the horsemen are really hard to find anywhere with a lantern.Heimdall smirked at the seeds, and decided to give some to his father to beautify the small garden as an apology for his own animals.

The gift from the eight-eyed prince was quite affordable. A pint of the eight-eyed spider venom from one hundred gold Galleons was filled with six bottles in potion bottles. . (A pint equals 0.57 liters)

Heimdall carefully put down the seven or eight hundred Galleons, and turned his head to check the mermaid's return gift.

After finally searching the newspaper for news other than Christmas, Rommel, who was about to focus all his attention on reading, caught a glimpse of his son suddenly standing up, his back straightened, and the things in his hand made Long Mel couldn't help but wondered the first time he saw it.

"what is that?"

Rommel stared sideways at the shiny black slender metal object, which looked very much like a tool he knew. This kind of tool is rarely used by humans, and even Muggles who are good at using tools are now eliminated. it.

"Harpoon."

Heimdall gesticulated majestically with the harpoon, and the lingering passion of the male was touched.A sword deserves a hero, and Heimdall happily fills his mind with his stalwart and tall image in the mermaid's mind.

When the pointed end of the harpoon scratched across the nearest wooden chair, easily leaving a deep cut on it, Heimdall froze for a moment, and put the harpoon back to its original place lightly with a pale face. He pushed back the lid of the box with a look of awe, and carefully checked the tightness.

Rommel's hand that squeezed the newspaper trembled.

Heimdall took out another gift from the mermaid, a glass ball with the mouth of a bowl, which was later corrected by Rommel to be a crystal ball.Heimdall has a crystal ball, given by his cousin Draco, whose main function is to help sleep.Mermaid creations are significantly different from wizard creations.Facing the flickering light in the fireplace, Heimdall saw a little mermaid swimming slowly in the crystal ball, and watched it quietly for a while. He put his ears on the ball, and the beautiful and melodious singing jumped into his ears, which was very pleasant. .

Heimdall sighed intoxicated.

Listening to the things in the sight began to blur, the scenery seen in the eyes is like a layer of glass with water splashed, the lines are distorted, the color blocks are blurred, mixed into a ball, the light keeps scatter, shrink, scatter, and then scatter in front of the eyes Shrinking, his mind began to go blank intermittently, all kinds of abnormalities made him vaguely aware of the danger, but his body was out of control, and he couldn't even move his fingers.Rommel's voice came, although he was very close, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

The crystal ball in his hand was taken away, and Heimdall suddenly came back to his senses. He was stunned for a moment, and looked up at his father who was standing beside him and looked at him with concern.

"What's wrong with me?" Heimdall's voice was full of confusion.

"You almost got the Imperius Curse."

Heimdall looked at Rommel in surprise, the latter's face was not very good-looking, and Heimdall learned from his father's stern expression that the situation just now was indeed very dangerous.

Rommel put the crystal ball into the box in front of Heimdall, wrapped the entire sphere with the black brocade that came with the box, and pressed down the lid.After finishing this, Rommel pulled Heimdall up and let him sit down on another sofa chair.

"It's a good idea to send things back. It's a kind of gratitude and respect for you. You should be careful when receiving gifts. They are not human beings after all, and it is difficult to guarantee that the things sent are absolutely harmless to humans." Long Mel said.

Heimdall's face was a little pale, the wizard was somewhat resistant to magic, the spell just now had greatly consumed his energy and stamina, and his body tried its best to resist the erosion of the Imperius Curse in that brief moment, although the Imperius Curse The soul spell is not as powerful as the wizard's Imperius spell, and the damage is almost the same.

Feeling tired, Heimdall rubbed his temples.

"This thing can be regarded as a dark magic product?" Heimdall said in a low voice.

Rommel didn't make a sound, and his expression should be in agreement.

Heimdall showed a triumphant smile: "In the future, I will give this crystal ball to anyone who doesn't like it."

Rommel sincerely doubted the feasibility of this.