HP's Foreign Land

Victor looked strangely.

Heimdall pretended he didn't see it, and when he heard Anna turned up the volume, he hurriedly said, "Dad was going to talk, but he thought Victor and I... so let Victor talk to me, um. "

The master's eyes became even more weird, until Anna looked at him in the blink of an eye, seeming to blame him for not doing a good job, so she said calmly: "Yes, I told him, but every time he talked about the key points, didn't he think about it?" The way to change the subject is to bluntly ask me to skip this part, so, he is right, he basically did not have this conversation."

"You child, what's there to be shy about!" Anna laughed. Heimdall was so embarrassed that Anna obviously didn't notice that the two had a fight in front of her, which ended with Victor's victory.

Heimdall had to admit that he couldn't play Master.

"Since you have had this conversation with Victor before, there is no need to repeat some simple things." Anna's expression was very serious, and Heimdall admired her for being so calm. "Let's just talk about something specific, don't worry, I will tell you everything I know, in as much detail as possible."

Anna patted the back of his hand, and Heimdall suddenly had a bad feeling.

Their conversation lasted nearly three hours. When Heimdall walked out of the room, he looked as if his lamp was exhausted. Victor felt funny when he saw him scratching the wall while floating.

"No one has talked with you about this?!" The old man's dragging tone was particularly malicious. "How do I remember we discussed it when you were in the second grade?"

"Can this be compared?" Heimdall looked a little dull when he turned his head. "Your one is called dry puberty 1.0, and Anna's is all-round sex 10.0... I feel like I listened to a text version of a sex tutorial." The oral version of the encyclopedia of sex.

Thinking of this, Heimdall punched the wall in embarrassment, and the master held his shoulders away from the wall.

"The surface of this house is bright and beautiful, but the actual structure is quite bad. I believe you are aware of it, so don't destroy its beautiful appearance."

"Father was definitely deceived." Regarding money, Chief Sturlusson was a little on high alert, and immediately got out of the embarrassing quagmire. "The rent is ridiculously expensive, and I can't cover even a little noise! ​​You should go to the landlord to argue!"

"Little voice?" Victor touched his chin.

Heimdall turned back and scratched at the wall.

If he could take regret medicine, he would definitely find a reason not to attend this lecture. Although it was embarrassing, his brain digested the knowledge at its own speed-let's say they are knowledge-without regard to his emotions. I happily accepted it.

"I just wanted to find a chance to get close to Anna, flatter or something, so she asked me if I had a conversation and I said no." Heimdall was speechless to himself. If he had known that he would hear version 10.0, he would not Well done.

"Why?" Victor's eyes hesitated, as if he couldn't understand the meaning of his words.

"That's your mother!" Heimdall said naturally. "Isn't it right for me to be close to her?"

Victor was silent for a moment, hugged Heimdall, and muttered, "Thank you."

Heimdall believes that what he said to himself that he doesn't care whether he can be accepted by his family is from the bottom of his heart. In Victor's view, as long as they are together, everything will be fine.After giving birth to such an assertive son, I believe his parents had a lot of headaches. No wonder the family of three got along like strangers when they first went to his house.

It's one thing to say it verbally, but it's another thing to actually meet it.Victor just expressed his attitude, which doesn't mean he really doesn't care, otherwise he wouldn't be as excited as he is now.

"I know you don't want me to be wronged." Heimdall hugged his arm, and although he had emphasized it countless times, he still wanted to say it now. "That's your parents, your grandmother, your family, as the younger generation, to please them, talk to them, and make them happy. This is what you should do. Isn't your family my family?"

Victor didn't speak, but his arms tightened even more.

Heimdall was extremely frightened and thought that making the master lose his temper is definitely a superb skill, and he should hurry up and practice more times in the future.

"It seems that I should also find a way to get close to Rommel and Snow." After a while, Victor, who had recovered to normal, began to rub his cheek with the tip of his nose.

"No," Heimdall suggested sincerely. "My method is only applicable to me. I think it is enough for you and my father and uncle to maintain the current way of getting along. There is no need to go any further. If you go to flatter my father like me, he will definitely think that you have been treated very badly." Big thrill."

Maybe Victor also thought of that possibility, and couldn't help laughing.

"Can I ask Anna how she understands this kind of thing so thoroughly?" Heimdall was still a little concerned.

"Before my mother married my father, she worked in a wizarding medical institution, cooperating with doctors to provide care for patients during treatment and recovery. When I first married my father, I was still attending a training class in a medical training institution."

Isn't that the nurse, Heimdall suddenly realized, the Nightingale of the wizarding world.

On the day of returning to school, Victor and Rommel were going to send them off, but Anna also wanted to go. Prodi saw that his wife had gone, so it would not be good for him to stay alone, so he followed.The four adults took care of him alone, and it was only a few steps from here to the school. Heimdall said sadly that there was no need. After his arguments, the four adults gave up the idea of ​​sending him to school all the time.

"Where is the next stop planned?" Before leaving, Heimdall chatted with Victor's parents.

Since Victor graduated and his job was relatively stable, Prodi and Anna have been exercising their body and mind through travel under Daisy’s suggestion. After several trips, Victor’s parents gradually fell in love with going out and wandering around. The frequency is higher than that of Daisy and Vidin.

"I plan to visit Egypt." Anna said.

"Be sure to bring me a gift." Heimdall emphasized.

Anna smoothed his collar for him with a smile. When Heimdall heard Prodi's sneer, he pretended not to notice. Sometimes he just wanted to be thick-skinned.

"Father, I'm leaving." Heimdall turned to Rommel.

Dad said: "I will find time to see you often."

He once said the same thing, and the frequency of his visits did not increase. Heimdall knew that he couldn't help himself, so he said: "You still need to pay attention to rest, some tasks can be done by your subordinates, and you can do everything yourself. What are you doing!"

Rommel spent almost the past two days in the study, and Heimdall noticed that the lights in the study were turned on all night.

Rommel laughed, and the father and son hugged each other.

And finally the master.

Thousands of words were left in silence, Victor held his hand, and Heimdall was a little uncomfortable being looked at by his focused gaze.

"Pay attention to the balance between work and rest when playing, don't practice endlessly, just be lazy if you can." Heimdall has witnessed the devilish side of the coach of the Vulcan team, punishing the players to death, and failing to complete his plan If you don't eat, can you have strength if you don't eat?

Victor gave him a warm smile, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

When he let go, Heimdall looked left and right, and then grabbed the master's collar unexpectedly, bit the master's lips, kissed him a few times, and then gnawed hard. After all this, Heimdall He hurriedly got into the carriage, closed the door, and slammed down the carriage with clenched fists. The Tianma neighed, raised its hooves, and ran, rolling up strings of snow slag behind the wheels.

Heimdall stuck his head out of the window, waved at them with a smile on his face, and after a while, the people and the car disappeared into a blurred group in the snowstorm.

The master touched his mouth and found that Director Sturlusson was drooling a lot, and when he wiped the corner of his mouth, his lips were a little numb. Only then did he belatedly realize how much Mrs. Sturlusson gnawed just now. Forced, couldn't help laughing silently.

In the blink of an eye, seeing the ambiguous eyes of the three adults, the master cleared his throat unsteadily, but his expression was indescribably smug.

He arrived at the school early, and the dormitory building was empty. After walking a few steps, Heimdall looked up and found that the top of the tower was hidden in the darkness, and the top few small air windows were exposed in sight. Usually, the students looked at the tower. Less than those little transoms.

He came to the notice board by the fireplace, on which there was still a pre-Christmas message, and opened the posters of the employer, and he could see the notice of changing books; the schedules of the fifth and sixth grades; Notice; there are also some colorful notes that I don't know what to do.

After looking around for a long time, I finally saw the duty list in the corner and checked it carefully. There was no column for January [-]th on it. Heimdall turned and left the notice board. He raised his wand and cast a spell on the top of the tower.

After doing this, Heimdall returned to the room with the door key.

At the same time, a few sixth-grade students came in from downstairs and were talking to each other when one of them suddenly stopped talking and looked around.The others shut their mouths when they saw him like this, and then they noticed the sound of water rushing in the tower, as if a gate had been opened somewhere.

The first student who noticed something strange had already found the root cause. He looked up at the sky, the clouds were thick, the rain was pouring, the thunder was rumbling, and sometimes lightning flashed across the clouds, and the white light in the tower flickered and clicked, just like the stage above his head. Like a flash camera.Several sixth graders looked at each other, and found that each other's face was very miserable, black and white for a while.

"Which dormitory's idea is this? It's snowing outside, but it's raining inside?"

Although there are house elves responsible for cleaning the brooms, there is still a duty schedule for the students. Each dormitory is responsible for the weather in the tower for a week and assists the prefects to check the status of turning off the lights at night.

"Fortunately, there is no wind." A sixth grader seemed quite optimistic.

As a result, before he finished speaking, a gust of wind swept over, almost distorting his face.The scale of the wind is particularly heinous, whizzing straight at the face, like a knife stabbing, the whole area below the face is a safe zone, as for the benches, sofas and coffee tables in the rest area, they are not affected at all.

"Which bastard did this?!" Several sixth-grade seniors ran away, bending forward like Wu Dalang and cursing.

Mr. Sturlusson, who made the dormitory tower full of wind, rain, lightning and thunder, didn't know what was going on below at the moment. He was playing with his luggage cheerfully, gesticulating in front of the writing desk and the bedside table for a long time. I happily placed the presents I got through Christmas, and pasted an oversized poster of Victor on the wall by the window.

After entertaining himself, Heimdall opened the door, only to hear ghosts and wolves howling in the dormitory tower. Just wondering, the portrait by the door quietly told him what happened. Heimdall immediately became embarrassed, and drew out his wand to correct his mistakes. The portraits sternly stopped him.

It was so hard to come across such a fun thing, the portraits were unwilling to let it end so early, and threatened Heimdall that if he dared to be troublesome, they would stab him as the culprit.

[Don't worry, you can't kill people, didn't you see that they were all squatting and walking away. ] After drawing, they began to hand out candies, 【That is to say, you have this ability, and those sixth graders can't do anything about it. 】For a close view, all the portraits ran downstairs, huddled together to watch the fun, and laughed from time to time.

When all the portraits were gone, Heimdall silently reviewed it, then quickly went downstairs, quickly cast a spell on the top of the tower, then quickly turned around and opened the door and rushed out.

After seeing the portraits from beginning to end, they pointed at the gate and beat their chests.

Suddenly the wind and rain stopped in the tower - the sun was shining in the sky, and the flowers smiled at me - the whole world was so quiet that it was a bit unreal, and the students who had been tossed enough couldn't help but look at each other, in a trance for a while.

Heimdall, who ran out impulsively, was thankful that he hadn't forgotten to put on his cloak, and stood there in a daze, then walked along the bluestone path towards the dormitory towers of the first and second grades.

Entering the dormitory tower, Heimdall looked around and stopped a first grader who had been squinting here since he entered the door.

"You know me?" The first grader ran over with a look of ecstasy.

"Yes, you are Zug's friend." Heimdall smiled at him, and the first grade nodded happily.

Heimdall saw that he was wearing a colorful thick woolen hat with a fur ball hanging from each temple. This hat looked very cute at this age.At the end of last year, Rian complained that he was too old to pretend to be young, so he had to pick out a batch of lively and bright hats from the closet to send home.I remember that besides peaked caps, Rian's second favorite was woolen hats.

"Has Zug come to school?" Heimdall asked.

"Here he is, I'll call him." The first grader nodded and bowed courteously, and turned to call someone.

Zug, who was posing as a grand master in the dormitory, heard that Heimdall was coming, and hurriedly put down his legs that were almost up to the sky, and jumped up from his seat.

"Where did I put my homework? Homework!" He went straight to the desk and searched like a plow.

The roommate who shared the dormitory held a box of snacks and kept sending them to his mouth. He looked at Chu Ge who was running around in the dormitory as if watching a play. Here, hearing Zug muttering in his mouth, the woolen hat snorted angrily.

"Just be content with it, which lab chief would come to find someone like Mr. Strulusson? I still think our lab chief will come to ask me about my homework in person!" The woolen hat has joined the broomstick research lab and is currently A small odd job.

Without saying a word, the snack roommate scratched his stomach with his sugary paws, and then unbuttoned the two buttons on his stomach. Feeling relaxed, he buried his head and continued to eat.

"Hurry up, wait below." The woolen hat walked over to flip through with him, but Chug slapped it away.

"Okay, okay, don't make trouble." Running out with homework book in hand, the two classmates looked at each other and followed.

Heimdall turned around when he heard the cry, and the first thing he saw was not Chug, but the little chubby bun-like man following behind Chug.The little chubby face is very fair, with good eyebrows and eyes, but they are shrunk by the thick face.The tonnage of the whole person is not small, so it is particularly eye-catching among the three.Her belly was round and protruding outwards, and the robe around her waist was so tight that it seemed that the buttons would snap off just by bending over a little.

Compared with this chubby guy, Carlo is of a standard figure.

"Happy New Year." Heimdall stood up and said to them.

"Happy New Year." The three first graders said in unison.

Zug handed over the homework, Heimdall took it and flipped through it, and Zug stared nervously at the movements in his hand.

Heimdall picked out three books and handed them back, "I'm not a professor, what are you doing with homework assigned by the professor?"

Chu Ge's face collapsed, "Just help me take a look."

"Why don't you write more homework by the way?" Heimdall opened the notebook he had assigned, and Zug wrote the theoretical knowledge exactly according to his requirements, and did not write any extended exercises that were not strictly required.

"I... I read a book..." Zug lowered his head, rubbing the soles of his shoes on the ground.

"What did you see?"

"That's right, it's the book you once said..."

"What book did I ever say?"

Chug kept his mouth shut.

Heimdall stared at him for a while, then closed the book, "If you think I'm nosy and have no interest in these things, you can tell me directly, and I can..."

"I won't go! Don't drive me away!" Zug hurriedly grabbed Heimdall's sleeve.

"...Another way." Heimdall laughed after finishing speaking. "You think I'm going to drive you away?"

Zug patted his head in embarrassment.

"The method I am using to you now is the method that Director Benson used to deal with me. I learned it through rote memorization and practice over and over again. Because time was tight at the time, it seems that this method may be used on you. Not suitable." Heimdall glanced at him. "You don't have that heavy pressure on your back, and you can't accept simple reciting. I'll think about it when I go back, and you should also think about it carefully. What aspects do you think you are most interested in? Maybe we can start from those aspects."

Next, Heimdall chatted with them with great interest. Zug and the woolen hat were very enthusiastic, showing off their holiday life, and even truthfully reporting what they ate last night.Only the little fat man ate non-stop and seldom spoke, but his expression was lively and vivid. Heimdall looked at it amusedly, took out a small bag of cornflakes wrapped in a thick paper bag from his pocket, and stuffed it into the little fat man's hand.

"The taste is quite unique, try it." Heimdall couldn't help pinching his fleshy face.

Little Chubby's two small round eyes blinked non-stop.

Half an hour later, Heimdall said goodbye to them and left the dormitory tower.The woolen hat noticed that he took Chug's homework away, and couldn't help being envious and jealous.