HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall took out the magazine and corrected it for a long time, then said excitedly, "That's right there."

There is a crooked earth wall painted with ocher red characters, and the small house is leaning against the wall. It looks very dilapidated, not as extraordinary as described in the magazines.It is said that this house is a place of pilgrimage praised by all wizards who like to use brooms to travel. Victor watched silently for a while, and his eyes fell on Mr. Stuluson, who was jumping forward on tiptoe, and couldn't help smiling. , No matter how mediocre and boring it seems, it has a different kind of charm.

"Victor!" Heimdall poked his head out to look around after entering the door.

Victor quickened his pace and walked over.

As described in the magazine, this small, unremarkable house is actually a broom museum, and the owner is the owner of the house. This is a private museum. More than half of the collections come from the owner's private collection, and the rest are other Donations from broom lovers.

The refurbished old antiques are quietly hung on the snow-white walls. Various repair tools related to broomsticks are displayed in the glass cabinets surrounded by the walls. After a long circle, I looked back for Victor, only to find that he had only circled a third of the way.For those small parts that I don’t know what to use now, I will stop and appreciate them for a long time, and carefully read the long introductions attached to the real objects. He is more serious than Heimdall, who can easily make a broomstick.

Heimdall touched his nose, silently returned to the starting point, and started all over again.

The museum is not big, and it is empty and quiet. You can hear movement from the other side of the room when you take a breath. The two of them kept their heads buried in themselves.Director Sturlusson immediately became very vulgar, and he thought happily that he would definitely have face when he talked with the people in the broomstick research room.

After they finished watching, they went through the exit to another room connected to the museum.

"You're so interested in broomsticks, I'll teach you how to make them!" Heimdall looked eager to show off, busy being a good example to others.

The master's answer was unexpected, "Not interested."

"Aren't you very excited to watch?"

"It's all here. Since it's your itinerary, of course you have to read it carefully. Don't you want me to fool you?"

Heimdall fell silent. The daring lovers are giving him face, and have nothing to do with the broom.

Then, Chief Sturluson began to giggle again.

"Here's a note for free broomstick rentals." They found the curator in the corner of the room, and Heimdall handed over a scrap of paper cut out of a magazine.

This piece of paper originated from the back cover of a travel magazine. The gimmick used by the magazine to attract consumers was this note that could rent a museum-only broom for two people for free.It is said that only the first [-] copies will be sold worldwide, and Heimdall let Hina watch it one month in advance, and immediately snapped up that issue as soon as it came out.Hard work pays off, and waiting is rewarding.

The curator is an old lady who has to yell everything in her ears several times before she suddenly understands. There is no mention of her in the deaf magazine. At first, Heimdall thought she was weird and unreasonable, but seeing her Looking at himself smiling like a chrysanthemum, his guess was reduced to a tofu project as soon as the foundation was built.

After seeing the note, the old lady quickly understood the meaning, and after taking out an exclusive double broom which was praised by a flying donkey as the only one in the world, Director Sturluson suddenly felt that he was at a loss.Just this little broken broom and "the only one"? !The enhanced version produced by the broom research laboratory is probably heavier than this thin hemp rod.

Chief Stulusson is worried about the personal safety of himself and his boyfriend.

"I'll ride around first." Heimdall made a gesture to step up to test the bike, but was stopped by the master.

Heimdall didn't even have time to resist, the master flew into the sky in a blink of an eye, the speed of the world's number one Seeker even igniting the ignition and stepping on the accelerator was as fast as lightning.

The old lady who had been muttering to Heimdall about how exquisite this broom was was suddenly lost her voice. After a while, she said to Heimdall, "Your brother looks familiar."

"He's not my brother."

"What did you say?"

"He is my boyfriend."

"Oh, yes, he's handsome."

"...I mean he's my boyfriend!"

"I know, your brother is a good man at first glance." The old lady smiled very youthfully and girlishly, her narrow eyes were piercing, and she seemed to be fascinated by the player's demeanor that the master inadvertently revealed.

Heimdall opened his mouth, but gave up.

Victor nodded to Heimdall after falling to the ground, "No problem."

"It can be seen that this broom is really extraordinary." Heimdall once again understood what it means to not look like it, no wonder the group of flying donkeys recommended it tearfully.

"We want this one." Victor smiled at the old lady.

The old lady's eyes widened, "Handsome guy, you really look like Victor Krum."

Victor was taken aback for a moment, and then said solemnly, "Many people say that."

The old lady said expectantly: "Can you take a photo with me?" The old lady was afraid that the master would not agree, and said, "We are in a remote village here, and we don't have a golf course. It is impossible for Krum to play here. I am old. When I grow up, I don’t like running around, so I should keep it as a souvenir, and I won’t take it out to show off and cause trouble for you.”

Victor had no objection, and the old lady was so happy that she dragged Victor back to the house briskly.

"Let me see, let me see." The old lady wandered around the room for a long time, turned out a box, opened the lid carefully, and took out a racing robe that looked extraordinary in workmanship. It's almost to the point of being fake.

Victor looked at the robe, which was exactly the same as the Vulcan team shirt hanging in his bedroom closet, and was speechless for a while. Heimdall picked up the hem of the robe, and clicked on the gold-coated copper buckle engraved with the flame logo. It's amazing - god-level cosplay.

"And this broom." The old lady dug out the comet broom that Victor had been using recently. The old man turned it upside down and it was hollow.

With her eager expectation, Victor changed into a knockoff jersey, picked up a fake broom, and a specially dressed old lady in a poster of Victor Krum that took up an entire wall. A photo was taken next, and the photographer was made a cameo by the director of the set board, Stulusson.

The old lady held the camera and wept with joy, and Victor smiled and hugged her.

When saying goodbye, the old lady looked at the person on the poster and then at the master, feeling dazed for a while.

"How do I feel that I really met Krum?"

The master pointed out with a serious face: "Many people say that."

An article titled "Riding a Broom When Dating" highlights that the double broom contains many wonderful things that you may or may not have thought of. Among them, the most "unspeakable" point is of course that it can greatly Reduce the distance between the two.The article stated that no matter the body or the mind, it will surely experience a fierce emotional collision from the heart, a running-in of thoughts, a sublimation of the soul, and a qualitative leap.

In fact, this moving description, which occupies a full three pages, is simply to give everyone some advice on how to play hooligans. A broom is only so long, and flying in the sky is called ineffective every day.This is just right for the two wizards who are just starting to fall in love and are eager for a breakthrough, but for Heimdall and Victor, this additional function of drunkenness is a bit boring .The master doesn't need to rack his brains at all when it comes to eating tofu. When is Mr. Sturlusson not calmly letting you speak and do it? !

Because of this, they instead appreciated the infinite charm of the glass of wine used to conceal their unpredictable intentions, watched the magnificent scenery from the ground in all directions from above, and waited romantically for the sunset.

In time for the sky to leave its tail on the horizon, Victor urged the broom to fly in the direction Heimdall pointed.

They landed by a clear stream. Victor took out his wand and cast a lumos. The darkness pushed back and the surroundings were immediately visible.

"Let's set up camp here." Heimdall put the donkey skin bag on the root of a towering tree, unbuttoned the wooden button, and the outermost things were spit out first, the wizard tent and a kettle It fell from the Qiugen to the ground.

Victor dragged his broom around the big tree and thought it was feasible.

The tent was quickly set up, and Heimdall put the pot in front of the tent, and got water from a kettle by the stream.Victor set up another small pile of firewood and put the kettle on it.

Heimdall dragged out a puppy inflatable sofa bought from a Muggle supermarket from the tent—the sofa had been covered with a layer of travel sheets bought from a wizard grocery store to enhance the durability of the sofa—and placed it on the Before the bonfire, the water boiled quickly, and he skillfully made two cups of coffee, and took out a snack box from the tent.

Victor took the cup from him, and they sat down together on the puppy sofa.

A small Islamic-style glass lamp is hung under the eaves of the tent entrance, and a moonstone is placed inside. The soft light shrouds the front of the tent, enclosing a small piece of tranquility and leisure.The patterns of flowers and plants on the glass lamps are projected on the curtains of the tent, and the flowers and branches are blooming and swaying with the wind, bringing out a different exotic style.

The dense green leaves hanging above the tent rustle under the blowing of the evening wind; through the gaps between the lifted branches, you can see the silvery stars like sand grains; The light sound of the fire; the occasional crackling of the burning firewood; the fireflies rose from the depths of the forest and spread rapidly, and the colorful colors of the day were all melted into the night. At this moment, they became the only decoration in the forest, like of stars.

Heimdall put down the cup and lazily stretched his limbs.

"It's really nice here." Victor looked away and sipped his coffee.

Heimdall leaned towards him, "It seems that those magazines are not useless."

Victor deliberately made an expression of sudden realization, "Are you implying that I stole your limelight during the day?"

"I'm implying that during the day there was some bastard named Victor Krum who stole the show from both of us."

Victor grinned and threw an arm around him.

"What are you doing these days?" Heimdall dragged the snack box to the sofa, took out a piece of pumpkin pie, took a bite, and brought the rest to Viktor's mouth, and Viktor stuttered.

"Reading." Victor took another sip of coffee. "Didn't you give me a book list?"

"Did you really read it? Can you understand it?" What Heimdall introduced to him were all the masterpieces handed down by the literary masters—the literary masters of the Muggle world.

"Actually, I've seen some before. As long as it's not too modern, it's basically understandable."

"how do you feel?"

"Some are quite interesting, some are not to my liking." Victor thought for a while and said. "I haven't read all of them yet, but the one that impresses me the most so far is 'Use the stars in the sky to make your holiness even more sacred, so that you are worthy of accepting your well-deserved great title."" (PS: Cervanti Si's god-level spit, from "Don Quixote")

Heimdall couldn't help snorting, and then just blinked.

The master quickly understood, and said in surprise, "You don't know? You introduced these books to me."

"Who said that I must read all the books I introduced to you?!" Heimdall plausibly said that he was not at all ashamed of his ignorance.

Victor secretly laughed and decided to end the topic.

"How long do you intend to stay here?"

"Stay until the 31st," Heimdall said slowly, nibbling on a nut biscuit. "I have other plans on your birthday."

"I'm looking forward to it." Victor told him with certainty.

Heimdall knew that he was really looking forward to it, but he didn't take it completely to heart. After all, Heimdall would come up with some tricks to celebrate his birthday in the past two years.

Heimdall smiled at him, "Try not to disappoint you."

The scenery of this forest is quite good. They took tents as the center, walked through the woods, found rare plants, witnessed rare animals, and found a nest of sharp-mouthed goblins. They followed the two of them quietly for a long time , just for the food Heimdall brought in his bag.If it hadn't been discovered in time, Heimdall's small bag would have been bitten out of a big hole.

These goblins were bold but careful. They probably rarely saw wizards and only knew how to rush forward. Heimdall easily dealt with them and left them frozen for an hour. All in all, they were easier to deal with than the monkeys in Mount Emei.

Unexpectedly, this group of goblins who are not much bigger than a slap are very vengeful and patient. For the next three days, they either throw pebbles at their tent to harass them, or take away the things that Victor just burned, or He gnawed out several holes in Heimdall's robe, and if it weren't for the sharp teeth grinding of the dragon leather boots, they would not let go easily.

It made Heimdall feel like he was at war every day. There was absolutely no such thing in the magazine, and it was a unique experience.

Although he came back with a sore back and sore legs from walking in the woods every day, but seeing Victor's contented look, Heimdall felt that the arrangement was worth it.

Victor actually doesn't love Quidditch very much, and now he is running this sport as a business, and growing flowers and grass is his interest.The ancestors of the Krum family were farmers, and their children and grandchildren have somewhat inherited this aspect, and they have an inseparable attachment and love for the land.Watching the master carefully bind up the seeds he brought back from the woods, Heimdall thought about finding a name to give gifts to the centaur in the Forbidden Forest one day, and exchanged a big black pimple from Bane for a special purpose. Put seeds for Viktor.The talent of the centaur in plants is well known, and all the plants handled by the centaur are always better than the wizard.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye. On the afternoon of the 31st, Heimdall slumped lazily on the puppy sofa, with an expression on his face as if he was constipated.

"What's the matter? Don't want to? I'll come again next time." Victor squatted down beside the sofa, and Heimdall grabbed his hand stroking his hair.

"6741." Heimdall said awkwardly, looking at the top of the tent.

"What do you mean?"

Heimdall gritted his teeth, "To secure this place for three days, I spent 6741 Galleons."

Victor stared at him in surprise, and said after a while, "No wonder no one has been seen for three days."

"If I could see people other than the two of us, I would have a reason to ask them to refund the money. It took them more than 6000 Galleons to clear the venue."

Victor took his hand and kissed it, "Thank you." He knew how stingy Chief Sturluson was.

"As long as you're happy." Heimdall was very happy about this, at least the money was well spent, and this place is indeed as good as the magazine said.

"Then you..." Since it's not about money, why are you frowning?

The master knows Li Xiaoge very well, and only brother Kong Fang can make him feel so sad and expressive, and he can pretend to be unreal in other things.

"More than 6000 should be three 3 hours, no matter how you calculate it, it's not enough." Director Strulusson began to roll.

Victor didn't stop him, anyway, his emotions came and went quickly, and just after rolling around, Director Sturluson suddenly jumped up.

"What time is it? What time is it?" The tent was full looking for a pocket watch.

Victor picked up the pocket watch that he rolled down just now from the sofa, and Heimdall took it and looked at it, "Let's hurry up and pack up and leave."

Figured it out so quickly?Victor shook his head amusedly, followed behind him, and packed his things quickly.

The master doesn't know, the unit price at the next place is more expensive than here...

After closing the tent, Heimdall picked up all the leftovers and put them on the ground. Immediately, there was a buzzing sound of wings flapping in his ears. The group of goblins who had been fighting wits with them for three days were not afraid of them at all. Yes, I was hiding under the leaves of the big tree and peeping, but when I saw food, I rushed towards it in a swarm.

The food was quickly robbed, and the good news is that they still know to leave the lunch box.

"Only a kind-hearted person like me would let you make trouble. If someone else came with a pest spray, he would be able to kill all of you. Next time you see other wizards, don't go up to them so stupidly!"

After explaining loudly, regardless of whether the goblins understood or not, they got on the broom with the master and left this charming woodland.

After they flew for a short distance, there was an unusual movement behind them. Looking back, the group of goblins followed and chirped at them.

Heimdall made a laugh, sighed again, and quickly took out his wand, a glaring light burst around the goblins, and the goblins covered their eyes and screamed in pain, far away from the people who were not affected. The goblins saw Heimdall's wand aimed at them with a gloomy face, and immediately turned around in horror and flew back to the woods.

After a while, the goblins escaped cleanly.

"You don't have to." Victor tucked in his cloak hat.

"Give them a long memory." Heimdall smiled lightly, quickly adjusted his mood, and said excitedly: "GOGOGO!"