HP's Foreign Land

He took out his couple pocket watch and glanced at the time. It was nearly twelve o'clock. Heimdall looked at Victor. The latter looked calm, and his eyes were numb when he looked carefully. Forced to wander around the room, Kreacher was still crying and accusing those people of their bad deeds, that is, the thing about Master Rigg who deceived him.

However, Kreacher's so-called "uneasy and well-intentioned bastard" are actually newspapers and magazines that spread rumors. Britain is busy dealing with Comrade Voldemort. Save face.

"Is everyone alright?" Heimdall had to interrupt its chatter through other means, but he soon regretted it.

Apart from the noble Black family, can you hear other people's good things from Kreacher?Chief Sturluson is so naive!

"...Master, master lost all Kreacher's treasures... how can master...there is a portrait of the noble Blake on it...that damn old scum's wife has taken over the kitchen, and that is Kreacher's kitchen! Her How can it be possible?! Kreacher was going to cook for the young master, but that fat red-haired woman actually asked Kreacher to leave her kitchen?! Her kitchen?!" Kreacher raised his voice all of a sudden, his face trembling The towering, chaotic eyes became piercing, which showed that it really had a big opinion on Mrs. Weasley. "That's Kreacher's kitchen! Kreacher has been serving the noble Blacks in that kitchen since long ago, and the hostess even praised Kreacher's puddings and stews! What a shameless thief!"

It seems that the battle of wits and courage between it and Mrs. Weasley was very exciting, not to mention inspiring the fighting spirit, and sweeping away the initial lifelessness.

Chief Stulusson looked up at the ceiling, and the cracks in the corners formed a pattern, which looked a bit like honey-baked chicken wings...

"...the two flea bastards of the old scum always like to play tricks on Kreacher... They locked Kreacher in the room and locked the door, and Kreacher opened the door without anyone noticing it, and the little bastard I surprised them by being behind them, Master Rigg didn't see their expressions at that time..." The accusation turned into showing off in an instant, Kreacher looked smug, and the ugly nose hanging on his face almost It went up to the sky. "They didn't know that Kreacher also took their things. They told Kreacher that it was given to them by Master Rigg...how could Master Rigg give something to the old scumbag...they must have stolen it... ..."

Kreacher held a pair of miniature wand pendants in front of Heimdall as if offering a treasure. The two pendants were replicas of George and Fred's wands, and they were tailor-made Christmas gifts for them.

"Hurry up and return the things," Heimdall tried his best to speak calmly, "It's true that I gave you the pair of pendants."

Kreacher screamed, as if aggrieved by Heimdall's disregard for decency.

The "roasted chicken wings" in the corner of the ceiling disappeared and turned into a mess of mottled marks, Heimdall frowned.

"Get back!"

The screaming stopped abruptly, Kreacher covered his mouth in horror, and the pair of pendants fell to the ground.

"If I hear your scream again, I will never welcome you here, and you will never appear in front of my eyes again. I believe my father will quickly deal with the problems caused by you."

Kreacher stared wide-eyed, shrugged his shoulders, and burst into tears, as if he was once again hit by Master Rigg's "ruthlessness".

It was correct to bring out his father's name, Kreacher seemed to have thought of something, and ran away in a hurry, Heimdall hated himself for not bringing out his father earlier to ward off evil spirits.

Heimdall took the paper bag, and it was empty inside. In this hour, the master actually wiped out two-thirds of the dried meat in the bag. He was surprised to see that he had stood up and walked towards the small fireplace, ready to give himself Victor for supper.

"Take some digestive potions." Heimdall was worried.

The master is different from him. He has always had a light diet. Even if he eats meat, it is mostly stewed or boiled. He rarely has heavy oil, heavy salt and heavy sauce, and his stomach is relatively "fragile".I remember one time I followed Heimdall to eat a meal of beef tendon grilled over charcoal and poured with thick sauce. In that afternoon, I basically ran to the toilet for 5 minutes, and my little face was sunken, which was very painful.

"It's nothing, it's just dried meat." Victor said indifferently.

But dude, we bought the one with the strongest taste. The chili powder and pepper powder coated on it can make ordinary people cry when they eat it. Heimdall looked sideways at the table where he was eating. ...

Victor didn't take this matter to heart at all, Heimdall said a few words and got no response, so he let him go.

When the master brought the supper for him, Chief Sturluson burst into tears. He was not choked by the chili powder and pepper, but was moved by the contrasting colors of the two food stalls on the plate.

It's actually rice bowl? !Heimdall threw away the jerky paper bag excitedly, picked up the plate with both hands, and stared intently at the bright and viscous double mushroom topping.The rice piled up next to it is whiter than the perennial snow on the highest peak of the Durmstrang Mountains, Whispering Mountain.

Although the taste of the double mushroom topping was quite different from the taste in memory, and the whole plate of toppings didn't have a single bit of meat, Heimdall still enjoyed eating a mouthful of toppings and rice.After a while, Chief Sturlusson dropped the spoon, burped contentedly, and happily turned around to praise him, only to find that the master was sitting by the side smiling at him, with an uneasy expression on his face.

Heimdall looked at it for a moment, then sighed.

"Are you sick to your stomach?"

"Um……"

"Don't lie to me."

"It hurts a little." The old man smiled wryly.

"You," Heimdall shook his head, stood up and leaned over, stretching one of his arms around his shoulder. "Are you feeling bad? Can you stand up? I'll help you up to rest, and you'll be fine after taking some medicine."

"It's okay." Victor pushed away his hand and tried to get up, but he staggered for a while, not knowing whether he was standing still or his feet were really weak.

Heimdall was shocked and hurried to support him.

"Just be honest! Give me your hand! I'll help you up!"

Seeing Mr. Sturluson's fierce and unresistible look, the master laughed and held him by the shoulders.

As soon as they walked out of the kitchen, Heimdall said dissatisfiedly, "I'm not made of tofu, don't be nervous, we are so unreliable? Don't look at me like this, I still have a little strength."

Victor slowly put the weight on him. After all, climbing the stairs was no better than walking on flat ground. The master's face became more and more ugly, and the weight on Heimdall gradually lost control, and he couldn't help himself.

Director Strulus, as he had claimed before, dragged the master up to the bedroom on the second floor without changing his face, and put him on the bed.

As soon as Victor got into bed, he completely relaxed, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his cheeks flushed unnaturally.

Heimdall was startled when he saw this situation, and reached out to touch it, did he have a fever? !In a hurry, he took off the master's shoes and covered him with a thick quilt.

That's right, potions.Turning around in a circle, Heimdall ran downstairs, rummaging through boxes and cabinets for a long time, and finally found a place for household medicines.After finding it, I found out that the master's arrangement of things is actually very regular, but he didn't find the right way.

Waiting for Victor to take the medicine and wipe his face with a towel, Heimdall looked at the face that seemed to have fallen asleep and felt guilty. I can't eat well and can't sleep for a few days, not to mention playing games the next day.

Bring the kettle and cups to the second floor and put them on the bedside, then Heimdall took out his textbooks, sat on the side of the bed and looked after his boyfriend while reviewing his homework. He straightened up straight, feeling a little dazed for a moment, and only realized when he met Victor, who was staring at him, that he had just fallen asleep.

"How are you?" Heimdall jumped up, the books and notes on his lap slipped to the ground, he didn't bother to pick them up, he reached out and touched Victor's head, the fever had subsided, and his complexion was better than before After a lot, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I feel much better, stop lying there and go to bed." Victor's eyes were very gentle, and a faint tiredness lingered in his eyes.

"I'll wipe your body and change your clothes." When she touched his forehead just now, he touched his neck along the way, and the clothes were all damp.

"Need not."

Chief Sturlusson immediately added a state of bastardism to himself, "The patient must have the consciousness of the patient, I have the final say!"

Heimdall didn't give him any more medicine. Although the wizard's potion didn't seem to have any side effects, the Muggle nature deep in Mr. Sturluson's heart always felt that he shouldn't take more medicine.

Master Krum, who has been taking medicine since he was a child, doesn't like to take medicine at every turn, so Heimdall's Muggle care is exactly what he wants.

"Come on, drink some water." When he sat up, Heimdall handed him the water glass, then untied his clothes and wiped his body.

When everything was ready, Heimdall waited for him to lie down, and Victor held his robe.

"You go to bed."

"You can sleep in peace and don't worry about me."

The master was very determined, and Heimdall couldn't compete with him, so he had to put the book back, went into the bathroom to wash, changed his clothes and climbed onto the bed.

Before he could lie still, he was hugged by the master and rubbed against his body.

"Sleep calmly." Heimdall found that he was very clingy when he was sick, but Chief Strulusson didn't dislike him, but was a little dark. Such a master is rarely seen. The physique of the master is very good now, always It’s not good to curse that your boyfriend is often sick, so every time the master gets sick, Heimdall always “cherishes” and is always in good spirits...

"Can't sleep." The old man buried his face in his chest and rubbed it.

"...Shall I read to you?"

"No, the more I read, the more energetic I will be." Then she rubbed against him again.

Heimdall noticed that it was the brother below who dared to be affectionate, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"You're sick Mr Kroom, please be patient."

"I can't help it, I can't control this." Victor smiled lowly while eating his neck.

"Can you do it?"

Aware of Heimdall's wavering, Victor immediately expressed Ryoma's spirit seriously.

The pants were quickly stripped off, and Heimdall's body became hot from being rubbed by the master, and a few groans gradually emerged from his mouth.

"Sit up." The master looked eager to try.

Heimdall straddled him, touched the pillar reaching the sky, thought for a while, and then sat up.

Victor's eyes widened at once, and before he could stop it, the faces of the master and Heimdall twisted almost at the same moment, especially Heimdall, who was in pain.

Heimdall looked at the master tearfully.

After a while, Victor managed to control his facial expression, exhaled, and said helplessly, "Who told you to sit on it?"

Heimdall looked aggrieved.

Victor couldn't help laughing when he saw that he was angry and didn't answer himself, which was rare for him.

"Come." He stretched out his hand towards Heimdall.

Heimdall's face shrunk, and he leaned forward, falling into Victor's arms.

"It can't be like this in the future," Victor kissed his lips. "It seems that our cooperation is not skilled enough, just try a few more times in the future."

Heimdall nodded.

Being so obedient, the master is even happier, and thinks the illness is worth it.

A new week is coming, and the postponed parent meeting will be held as scheduled.

The school gave parents a whole week. If they did not show up within this week, the school will make a decision based on the letter of intent submitted by the student.

Li'an's mother was the first to arrive at the school among the parents of several good friends. Compared with Li'an's relentless pursuit of fashion pioneers, his mother's simplicity is surprising.She was dressed in a dark robe, with a plain face, and a rigid hairstyle. From the otherworldly eyes of Room Chief Sturlusson, she felt that she was dressed a bit old-fashioned, not to mention other wizards with normal or high-end taste.

Ryan's mother was not born with the ability to dress up, and according to Ryan, she was not interested in dressing up either. Ryan's mother was a researcher at a portkey research institution and stayed in the laboratory all day. Wizarding institutions have certain restrictions on the costumes of wizards.

"Rian's father is about the same as his mother..." Carlo's pause was particularly meaningful. "Student Li'an is definitely a typical example of extremes."

Heimdall and Leon nodded approvingly.

When Ryan filled out the letter of intent, he wrote that he hoped to find a job in making broomsticks in the future. It is said that this intention was highly praised by Christie's security family.

"Rian told me firmly in the first grade that he wanted to be a fashion designer," Carlo broke the news again. "Although his family didn't say they didn't support it, they weren't very satisfied. Since he wanted to be a broom designer, their family even held a celebration banquet. I heard that his grandma cried with joy at the banquet."

Heimdall and Leon looked at each other, then laughed.

They are all designers, why Mao and his family despise fashion design?

"Because broom designers can enter the broomstick research institute, fashion designers can only enter clothing companies or open their own stores." Carlo explained. "They are very proud of their family of researchers. Of course, they don't want Rian to find another way."

That is to say, I hope that Ryan will become a scientist instead of an artist in the future.

Ryan's mother was very polite and talked to them for a while, a woman of sense.But he doesn't know how to do housework. When he entered his son's bedroom, he was eager to help clean it up, but it became more and more messy. In the end, it was the house elf who restored everything.

The second one to come to the school was Carlo's parents. The old couple had a good understanding. They almost ran to look for Carlo. The extraordinary tonnage of Carlo's mother snatched her son and ran away. Carlo's father yelled and chased his ex-wife and Carlo, who was nearly strangled by his ex-wife, ran into the castle.

The three friends watched all this sympathetically, and waved small handkerchiefs behind them.

The next third to arrive at the school was Leon's father, and this was the first time Heimdall saw his family.

"Are you Sturluson?"

Heimdall, who was leaning on the pillar of the corridor and flipping through the book, looked up and saw a strange black-haired man standing three steps away looking at him, with a kind expression on his face, and his facial features made Heimdall feel very familiar.

"I am, are you?"

"I am the father of Leon Bruelag."

Heimdall closed the book, stood up straight, and glanced at the man's face twice. The father was so deceitful that there was not a single crease on his face. He thought it was Leon's brother.

"Hello, Leon will be here soon, I'm waiting for him." Heimdall pointed in the direction.

"Thank you, do you mind if I wait with you?" Leon's father smiled.

"do not mind."

Leon's father looked at Heimdall with a smile, and stroked Director Strulusson from beginning to end.

Heimdall looked uncomfortable at him.

"Please don't mind, I'm just curious about Leon's good friend Rieger in the letter, so I'm a little excited when I see you."

"……fine."

"Leon has been autistic since he was a child, and he has no friends. He was able to study in this European magic school, and even reached the grade where he needs to submit the employment survey form. Our whole family is very surprised."

It turned out that he was there to satisfy curiosity on behalf of the whole family.

"Leon is very good. He got the first place in the whole grade in this primary exam."

"Because he doesn't have many friends and doesn't like to talk, distracting external factors have no effect on him at all. Of course, he can only focus on studying." Leon's father took it for granted.

Heimdall smiled dryly, thinking that I don't know you well, so you don't need to be so frank.

"Leon is a good man, he is very good to us, and we are very happy to be friends with him."

Leon's father watched him intently for a while, possibly analyzing the truth in his words, and Heimdall looked at him without blinking.

"Father!" Leon ran over nervously, standing in front of Heimdall. "Why did you come here? Didn't I tell you to go directly to the bedroom tower in the letter?!"

Heimdall only heard a quick chatter, and then Leon's back appeared in front of his eyes.

"You're not in the dormitory tower, I'm here to find you." Leon's father said slowly, and turned his side to the other side, winking at Heimdall behind Leon.

Heimdall didn't know what they were talking about, and he didn't know why Leon's father blinked at him, so he could only smirk a few times.

Leon hurried over to block Dad's view.

"Rig is my friend, as well as Carlo and Ryan. They are all true friends. They are different from the original people. Don't hurt him!" Leon shouted.

"I shall judge on that."

"father!"

"You still know I'm your father?"

Both father and son turned cold, and the atmosphere was a little stiff for a while.

"son?"

To Heimdall, this call was like a sound of nature, and he ran towards the source of the sound.

Rommel watched Heimdall galloping towards him with joy, and then hesitantly looked at the father and son behind him who seemed to be on the verge of daggers.

"That's it?" Rommel said.

"Leon's father." Heimdall whispered first, and then raised his voice, "Leon, my father is here, let's go first."

Rommel nodded to Leon's father and Leon, and was dragged away by his son.

They walked forward along the corridor, and after entering the castle, Rommel slowed down, and the shoes of the two made a clear and relaxed sound in the empty and towering aisle hall.

"You seem to be in a good mood." Heimdall looked at his father's profile.

"I'm not one of those deep-thinking wizards, and I can't make myself always look bitter and bitter." Rommel said.

Heimdall laughed.

"I remember you have no class on Friday afternoon."

"Yes, what are your orders?" Heimdall smiled.

"The Estonian Ministry of Magic will make its third statement on the Andrew Ansip case this Thursday. According to the practice of the International Federation of Wizards, there will be three rounds of investigative hearings."

"Is this the start of the investigation?"

"Of course not." Rommel shook his head. "After the three rounds of hearings are over, the Wizarding Union will formally decide to file the case and transfer the case to a certain department for a comprehensive investigation."

"So complicated?"

"This is a procedure. It is to give an explanation to the Ministry of Magic of various countries, that is, to tell them that we attach great importance to the cases you submit, and we handle them rigorously and meticulously."

Heimdall nodded, "It should."

Rommel couldn't help smiling when he saw that he looked like I understood very well.

"So what do you need from me?" Heimdall asked.

"It's not that I need it, but the International Federation of Wizards will hold its first hearing this Friday. If there is no accident, they will summon you to the scene to make a statement and question."

"Oh." Heimdall nodded. "...What if I have a class that afternoon?" After saying this, Director Strulusson wanted to slap himself.

Rommel cleared his throat, "This is beyond the concern of the Wizarding Union."

Heimdall touched his nose.

Rommel glanced at him, "Didn't IW give you any instructions?"

Heimdall was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, thought for a while, and said frankly, "I think they should hold back, after all, this case had nothing to do with me, and the Veritaserum incident apparently only involved For myself, if they act rashly, it may backfire, and may cause trouble to the upper body."

Seeing his calm expression, Rommel seemed to have a plan in mind, so he put his arms around his shoulders with a smile, and led him up the stairs.