HP's Foreign Land

The house of the Great Elder is very exotic. Above the rectangular aisle hall is a dome supported by two rows of columns. Each column is wrapped in bright blue and orange mosaics. There are no lamps hanging on the dome. The shimmering waves conjured up by the magic flooded the sky, followed by the voices in the front hall, rolling up layers of ripples, one circle was big, one circle was small, one circle was dense and the other circle was sparse, the sparkling waves were blue and orange, overlapping and surrounding ,fascinating.

Heimdall looked up patronizingly, and bumped his head on the back of Dad who suddenly stood still.Rommel turned around and glanced at him with a half-smile, Heimdall grinned and rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

He followed his father to continue walking. He thought that Rommel would hand over the invitation to the well-dressed Solger. As a result, Rommel directly skipped Solger's hand and sent the invitation to Solger. Jieer stood on the hands of the young people who were welcoming the guests together.The young man took it with a smile on his face, not surprised by Rommel's move.

Of course, Heimdall had to follow in his father's footsteps, and handed over the things in his hand to this man. Solger, who always regarded himself as the master, curled his lips and looked away.

"This is Rigg, right?" The young man shook hands with Heimdall enthusiastically, "I wish you a pleasant night."

Heimdall was sure that he didn't know him, thanked him with a smile, and walked up the grand staircase to the main hall on the second floor.The bronze statues on both sides of the stairs are holding bright lamps. Heimdall, who has been studying where the light comes from, seems to have found the reason why it is as bright as day.

"Who is that?" Heimdall asked Rommel when they reached the second floor.

"That's the grandson of the Great Elder." Rommel whispered. "He is a well-known pest control expert. He used to be the director of the Pest Advisory Office of the Icelandic Ministry of Magic. A few years ago, he transferred to the Pest Monitoring Center of the Wizarding Union."

From the local to the central, in other words, it has been promoted.

"I thought the Great Elder was a widowed old man."

Rommel was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but patted his forehead, "You can't talk nonsense."

Heimdall touched his forehead aggrieved, "Can I not understand, I just chat with you occasionally."

There was a burst of laughter and noise in the bustling main hall, mixed with the melodious sound of musical instruments. The father and son turned their heads, exchanged glances with each other, and walked towards the crowd of people.

Rommel took Heimdall around the main hall, and Heimdall took this opportunity to meet the big names in the Nordic wizarding world that he could only read about in newspapers.Repeatedly repeating the previous scene, because of Rommel's face, everyone greeted him with a smile and said insincere flattery - some adjectives were obviously misplaced - in Heimdall's book of names When the CPU overheated, Rommel seized the opportunity just right and let him drink a drink to cool down.

Heimdall does not reject social interaction. The instructors of the police force once mentioned that observing people is a difficult technical task. Only veteran police officers with extremely rich experience in handling cases can accurately and quickly capture the information they need. A facial expression, a movement, a look in the eyes, many times the subject himself does not notice that he has actually revealed his secrets.

Heimdall also wants to learn to "see" people. He wonders whether he is duplicity in front of a well-known political figure, guesses whether a wealthy heiress is boasting, and looks at someone who is said to have made great achievements during the Great War. The highly respected military exploits pondered whether he was really as fearless as he himself said, and almost all the celebrities who had spoken to Chief Sturluson were caught by him trying to see the essence through the phenomenon.

Then, of course, nothing was seen.

In addition, the facial muscles are overburdened. Heimdall rubbed his stiff face, walked through the crowd, and smiled and nodded friendly with a few people who might have had a relationship or met for the first time—this is civilized and polite. No hypocrisy - come to the side table against the wall.

When he noticed the situation on the side table, he was stunned for a moment, and the practice of trying to see the essence through the phenomenon was temporarily thrown out of his mind.Plates spiral upwards above the table, orderly as if riding an escalator.

Heimdall stood in front of the table and spent nearly 2 minutes without counting how many different dishes there were. It seemed that there was no repetition in the middle.

Perhaps the image of him standing motionless in front of the table is particularly eye-catching, with a hand reaching out from the side to pick up a plate and hand it to him.

"This is delicious." The visitor misunderstood his hesitation.

Heimdall's eyes swept down, they were green, and his face couldn't help turning green.Director Stulusson has a "Welsh green dragon" phobia, no matter whether it is a vegetable or not, as long as it is green, he will feel a conditioned stomach block.

He took the plate and turned to look at the kind man's face.

The visitor blinked at him, and the brightness of the smile made Heimdall a little ashamed. He felt that it would be impossible for him to train his facial muscles like this in his entire life.Since the other party kept laughing at him, Heimdall had no choice but to respond politely.

"Aren't you going to eat?" the man said again, continuing to perform what is called a touching smile.

Heimdall began to feel terrified.

"No, I'm not hungry."

"Oh, but this tastes really good."

"Since you are so urgent, let me give it to you. You are welcome." Heimdall moved his hand forward, and the plate was stuffed into the opponent's hand. The opponent looked down at the plate, and then looked up at his face. His face slipped After a little bit of confusion, it seems a little wondering why it happened like this.

Victor never forced himself to obey his preferences when he cooked for himself, Heimdall smiled brightly at the thought.

"I don't need it," said the man.

"But your performance makes me feel that you need it." Heimdall said sincerely.

The man moved his mouth and put the plate on the table.

Heimdall turned away as if nothing had happened, picked up a wooden cup and drank.

"Do not you know me?"

Heimdall turned his head and looked at the uninvited guy carefully.

"I'm sorry, have we met somewhere? As you know, the Strulusons are a big family."

"No, no, I'm not from the Struluson family." The man shook his head and smirked at him again with a "you must know what I'm talking about, stop pretending" look.

Heimdall wanted to throw the glass in his face, if it would stop him from giggling.

"I'm Dolph Palme." After the announcement, the man waited expectantly for Heimdall's response.

To his disappointment, Heimdall simply said "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Heimdall Strulusson" and didn't continue.

Palme said unwillingly: "I have a nickname called 'Ridgeback'."

Heimdall said very seriously, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You can call me Dolph, that's what my friends call me."

"...do you have anything else to do?"

"Call me Dolph," Palme reproachfully took a step forward, and Heimdall took a step back. "It doesn't matter if you haven't heard my name, and not everyone likes to watch Quidditch. Although this is a personal hobby and I have no right to criticize it, I still want to remind you that Quidditch is really good. If you miss it, you will regret it in your life. "

Heimdall suddenly realized, is this person some famous Quidditch star?Mr. Sturluson only added attention to one player named Victor Krum, and other players were just a fleeting thing to him. Only when he played against Victor on the same court would he be distracted and remember the opponent. What is the name.

This person named Palme has indeed never heard of it, in other words, this person has never confronted Victor as an enemy.

"I do like Quidditch, but not often," said Heimdall. "I'm still a student, and I don't have many opportunities to watch football."

"I believe you will love me."

Heimdall stared at him lifelessly, "I sincerely ask you to expand on what you just said."

"You just have to watch a few more games to fall in love with me."

"I'm sorry, I already have a lover, and I don't have any pursuits."

"...I mean Quidditch."

"I'm talking about Quidditch." Heimdall turned a blind eye to the discouragement on his face and smirked. "I'm an admirer of Victor Krum, I'm sure you've heard of the name."

Palme finally stopped talking, he didn't know what he understood, and the expression on his face was brilliant.

"Krum, well, of course I've heard of it, he's famous, isn't he?"

Heimdall stared at him, and his smile recovered so quickly that it was almost the same as the original brilliant smirk. This man's psychological quality is not generally strong.

"Yes, Krum is very famous." Heimdall wanted to change the subject and get rid of the person in front of him, but the other party obviously didn't want him to do so.

"I admit that Krum's playing skills are very superb, but he is arrogant and self-righteous. He is a person without grace. Such a person will stumble sooner or later."

Heimdall looked at him without saying a word, and the latter smiled brightly again.

"What made you come to that conclusion?" Heimdall asked.

"That's the way it is, and everyone sees it that way."

"It is mediocrity that is not envied by others. I think I can understand you." After Heimdall said this, he turned and walked away, leaving behind the big star who didn't know how to react.

"Hi, Uncle Rigg." Before leaving the side table a few steps, someone patted him on the shoulder.

Anar looked at himself with a smile, "Uncle Rieger, you are really getting more and more attractive."

"...If you don't know how to flatter, just say a few words." Heimdall knew he did it on purpose. "I thought you would definitely come, long time no see."

The two exchanged some pleasantries, Anar pulled him aside, and said gossipingly, "Do you know that Palme?"

Why didn't he hook up with Carlo during the interschool competition?The expressions of the two were very similar for a certain moment.

"No, but he seems to think I should know him."

"After winning a few friendly matches, I thought I was world-class." Arnar curled his lips disapprovingly. "I don't know why I am so self-confident. More than once, I have uttered nonsense in public, commented on well-known players, and belittled others as worthless."

"This is also a way to win attention. Although it is mean and shameless, it will win immediately." Heimdall tried his best to analyze calmly. Palme's comments have only been learned before. Arnal would have such a reaction. Not surprisingly.If you were a fan of any star, you would have drawn your wand and demanded a duel.

Heimdall really wanted to hit the opponent's mouth with a cup just now, and it would be best if he knocked out two front teeth.

If Palme is just a commentator, it’s okay to say that he will always play the game. According to Arnal, this player has good skills and is ambitious on the road to winning and advancing. The former star, people still don't punish him to death? !The reason why these big names are unaware and generally silent is nothing more than self-identity, and they don't want to get acquainted with a little-known general knowledge. If the opportunity is close at hand, that's another matter.

"Which team does Palme play now?" Heimdall asked.

"Norwegian steel parrot," Arnar said contemptuously. "I heard that he will participate in the national team selection at the end of January."

Next year will be a new round of qualifying for the European Champions Cup, and each country will have to re-select new teams.

"His skills are so outstanding?" Heimdall's mood was a bit complicated. The Iron Parrot is a strong Nordic team, not to mention the selection of the national team.

"It's a little bit interesting, and it's not enough to be outstanding. It was really not his turn, but someone stepped forward as a guarantee and got him back a spot for the election." Anar tilted his head, squinted in a certain direction, and Haim Dahl looked over and saw Soljar entering the main hall following the grand elder's grandson.Palme immediately walked over eagerly.

"I don't know how this Palme hooked up with Solger. Solger helped him get that spot back."

Anar quickly thought of one thing, "You tell Krum for me, ask him to get some Champions League tickets, and I will thank him well."

Heimdall was a little surprised. He thought that after leaving the society, his original preferences would fade due to reality.

"My girlfriend likes it," Anar rubbed his head shyly. "As long as it is a ticket, there is no limit to the team and the number of sessions."

"You're looking far away." Heimdall said puzzled. "You are your grandfather's heart, and if you ask him, he won't help you?"

Anar muttered for a while, "Grandfather doesn't like my girlfriend, he wants to introduce me to another girl..."

It's about love and family again.

Heimdall nodded, "Okay, I'll tell Victor."

Eighty percent of the birthday cakes are piled up like a pagoda.

When the cake was being cut, the house elf took the top layer down and placed it in front of the great elder. Lange divided the small piece into several pieces, and the house elves did all the remaining seven layers, and then distributed them to everyone present. guest.

Heimdall was honored to be at the top, which was one of the slices that Lange cut by himself. After listening to Hina's gossip, Dodoma told Hina that the piece Lange gave to Heimdall was the second slice he had specially ordered. The first one was for his own grandson, and the one for Solger was given by the house-elf.

Heimdall thought that the Elder Elder's house elf might have a good relationship with Dodoma, otherwise how could he know so clearly that house elves also have their own social circle.

The pagoda cake is covered with a layer of colorful chocolate skin. The cake inside is sweet and soft. There are dried fruits with special taste and different varieties sandwiched in the cake. The sweet and sour flavor is unique, and Heimdall thinks it is delicious.

Anar saw that he had even licked the fork, and passed the untouched plate in his hand, "I don't like chocolate cake, here is it for you."

Heimdall's face collapsed, "I finally finished eating, and you can take care of your share."

"You don't like to eat?"

"like."

"I'll give you mine."

"Like eating doesn't mean eating more, I'm already full," said Heimdall squinting at this point. "You're not Victor, why should I eat your leftovers?"

Anar was stunned for a moment, then smiled lewdly, thinking that he and his girlfriend were still sneaking around, his eyes were filled with indescribable envy and hatred.

Heimdall got up early in the morning before dawn, and worked in the room for a long time, stuffing a donkey skin bag bulging. At one time, he felt that he was carrying less, and at another time, he felt that he was carrying too much.Hina was rubbing her hands next to her in a hurry, but Heimdall refused its help and insisted on coming by herself.

After finally stuffing the last item into the bag, Heimdall finally calmed down. Seeing that he even brought the wizard's tent, Hina felt a bad feeling in her heart.

Sure enough, while stretching his body, Heimdall said to it: "You will have a holiday starting today, and we will meet at school on the 5th."

Heimdall was categorical and could not be refuted, and Hina was sad.

It cried to Dodoma: "Master doesn't like me anymore." Female house-elves at Hina's age are mostly insecure, although house-elves are fundamentally an insecure species.

Dodoma said, "Why don't you think about Master when you're dating me?"

Hina suddenly realized.

People are rushing to the world of two people, don't join in the fun!

Dodoma had just comforted his girlfriend, and when he turned around, his master was also sad.

Duodoma didn't see it. It is right to enlighten the girlfriend, but it is beyond the scope of work to enlighten the master.

"He's only been with me for a few days, what's so good about that Krum?"

Dodoma also doesn't know what's so good about Master Krum. The master has been asking this question for many years. He once really imagined introducing other people according to Little Master Rigg's preferences, and let those people compare Master Krum severely. Going on, I didn’t dare to do this after all. Little master Lige’s growing dependence on Master Krum can be seen from the eyes of Huanxi, and the little master never thought of hiding it. It’s because of this that the master has always been worried about it. , Dodoma continued to keep silent.

"Where does Rieger plan to go with Krum?" Rommel became even angrier after learning that Heimdall had specially planned a tourist route.

"I heard from Hina that Little Master Lige brought the tent."

Rommel gritted his molars, "He hasn't traveled with me before!"

The sky was gloomy, with large black clouds falling overhead, as if something was about to explode, and it looked unfriendly. The snow particles were falling down densely, and Heimdall stood under the eaves and looked into the distance.

A gust of wind whizzed past, curling up the hem of the cloak.

"Rig?"

Heimdall returned to his senses, with a big smile on his face, and ran over with open arms.

"Slow down, the ground is slippery, wait..." Victor quickly stepped forward to hug him and tightened his arms.

Heimdall buried his face in the other's generous chest, Victor pulled off his cloak hat, dropped a few kisses on the top of his head, and greedily sniffed the smell from the tip of his hair, his enthusiasm made Victor Very happy.

"Does it look good?"

"Huh?" Victor lowered his head in confusion.

Heimdall stepped back, grabbed the cloak and turned around clumsily, "My new cloak, does it look good?"

Without waiting for the master to say anything, he impatiently raised his feet again, and the thin snow fell sparsely.

"Dragon leather boots." He looked at Victor expectantly.

Victor took his hand, "They all look good."

Heimdall grinned silly.

"That's your bag?" Victor picked up the dusty donkey leather bag from the wooden chair, and the dull sound of collision came from as if far away.

"I brought a lot of things." Victor laughed.