HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall climbed up the stairs to the second floor, walked through the narrow passage with small windows in two or three steps, and stopped at the first door on the right.He raised his hand and knocked on the door panel, then twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open.

"Anna, it's time to eat."

Anna, who was sitting in front of the fireplace, shook her shoulders, and turned her head, with a hint of bewilderment in her eyes, as if she was still stuck in her thoughts and hadn't completely escaped.

Heimdall pretended not to notice the sadness she was too late to clean up, and smiled slightly.

"It's time to eat. Today I have your favorite fish steak, and Victor also made your favorite strawberry sweet tea."

Anna put down the wool in her hand.

Anna had been staying at the Goblin Inn for over a week, and this was the second weekend Heimdall spent with her.When he returned to the Goblin Hotel last weekend, Victor was delayed in his return home due to the dual affairs of the team and the referee council. Heimdall arrived one step earlier than him.

He heard the sound of cooking and cooking coming from the kitchen, walked in quickly, and saw Anna sitting at the dining table with a pot of hot tea on it, what surprised him was of course not this, but she was holding the stove The house-elf of Taiwan, did not expect that it was Kreacher who was sent by Rommel to take care of Anna.

When Heimdall entered the door, Kreacher didn't whisper its whispers, but concentrated on stirring the pot, and the two knives on the counter were chopping a large piece of raw beef under its command.Kreacher Heimdall, who was devoted to work, saw it for the first time. To be honest, it was quite shocking, and it was far from the first impression of being crazy in his mind.Director Sturluson stood at the door and got used to it for a while before letting his brain accept that this old elf was Kreacher, not Hina, or Dodoma...

Kreacher immediately sensed that someone was coming in, and was startled. When he realized that the person coming was Master Rigg, whom he had been thinking about day and night, Kreacher jumped up excitedly, and the two knives dancing on the chopping board fell with a clang, shining brightly. After the knives collided, they made a harsh friction sound, one fell to the ground, bounced and slid out, and the other fell on the counter, knocking over a row of bottles and cans.

Kreacher probably also knew that he had caused trouble, his face became ugly, and tears filled his eyes with excitement, but now there were signs of crying bitterly.

It opened its mouth, and Heimdall immediately put on a defensive posture, but Anna suddenly said, "The food is going to be burnt, are you going to give Rieg the burnt food?"

Kreacher screamed, and turned to salvage the stew in the pot.

Heimdall's eyes widened in surprise, and Anna smiled at him, "Would you like some tea? This is the lemon tea prepared by Kreacher. It's very fragrant."

Kreacher in front of the stove pricked up his ears nervously, and when he heard Heimdall's unconvincing praise, he couldn't help but smile, and his flustered movements softened.

In the following time, Heimdall tried to avoid talking about Victor's father, and only talked about Victor's work and his own studies. He also suggested that Anna go around the town more. An old wizard shop.

Kreacher served the meal, and Anna and Heimdall did not spare their compliments. Kreacher's eyes widened under the praises and attentions, and he disappeared.

Anna chuckled, "It's shy."

Heimdall said worriedly: "It didn't do anything rude, right? I mean it likes to talk, if you hear something harsh... well, I apologize for it, Kreacher because of some Human factors, not in contact with people for a long time, so the nerves are easy to tense..."

"You mean those descriptions with extreme colors?"

"You're too polite." It's not just extreme, it's a ginseng rooster. "So you heard?"

"Not a lot, and not in my face, and it mutters while it's working, not for long and intermittently."

This should be the result of Dodoma's hard work and training, but his nature is hard to change, and it is unrealistic to want it to be completely corrected.

"In fact, those words are quite interesting. They are a true portrayal of Kreacher's heart. It expresses its psychological activities in words, but it can't decide whether to say it to itself or to others. "

Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief, "As long as you don't mind, its working ability is still very strong."

"Well, thanks to it being here with me these days, sometimes my mood will change a little when I hear it whispering, otherwise I will definitely be thinking wildly."

Could this be why Father sent Kreacher here?If that was the case, then the entire Sturluson family would not be able to find Bikreacher and a suitable elf.

Like Anna, who was forced to maintain a peaceful mind because of her illness, and cultivated a calm temperament from it, so that she could look at Kreacher with a relatively calm and tolerant perspective. If it were someone else, she would have covered her forehead and screamed.Heimdall felt that he was the one who covered his forehead, he was as calm as the master, and he couldn't laugh or cry when facing Kreacher.

After they finished their lunch, Kreacher, who had put away the table, reappeared, looking at Heimdall hesitatingly.

"Is there a problem?"

Kreacher burst into tears again, Master Rigg was too kind to Kreacher, even though Heimdall was the same way to Hina, Kreacher just felt that he was very kind to him, and couldn't help feeling confident.

"Can Kreacher stay here and continue to take care of Mrs. Anna?"

Mrs. Anna?Heimdall glanced at Anna, but Anna remained calm.

"Of course, you were sent by your father to take care of Anna, and it's up to your father to decide whether you will stay or not."

"The young master doesn't care if Kreacher is dead or alive. The young master wishes that Kreacher would not dangle in front of his eyes. The young master doesn't want to see Kreacher..." In Kreacher's mind, the father of Master Rigg was obviously not the same as Heimdall.

"The tea towel on my body is crooked." Anna's words successfully prevented Kreacher from continuing to explode.

Kreacher disappeared again, probably to get dressed, the Sturluson family has certain standards for the appearance of elves, especially private house elves, disheveled and unkempt are never allowed to appear.Kreacher was probably educated by Dodoma on the issue of appearance, so he was taken aback at the moment.

"Shall we go around town?" Heimdall said to Anna. "Is your body able to handle it?"

"I'm just a little weak in physique, not weak."

When going out, Anna hesitated, "Kreacher..."

"It's all right," Heimdall said. "Its ability to resist stress is very strong, and its recovery ability is also top-notch. If you care too much about it, it will feel that you are insulting it."

Anna smiled, and the two walked out of the gate.

Heimdall went to the landlord first. The old man had the same gloomy expression as he had accompanied Victor to rent the house two years ago. He also opened the door panel just enough to see the cracks of the facial features, and stared at him like he was guarding against thieves. Looking outside, if he was not convinced that Victor did pay the rent every year, he would have suspected that the old man had a grudge against them.

Heimdall straight to the point asked for an additional room indoors, and the old man bluntly stated that additional rent would be charged for the additional area, and he quoted a price.Heimdall became furious when he heard the price, and unswervingly chopped off two-thirds, and now the old man became furious.The old and the young started a heated debate on how much the rent would increase, and finally settled on a half price. Heimdall looked heartbroken, and reluctantly took out the rental contract that Victor had given him. The old man The avatar snatched it away as if he was afraid that he would go back on his word, revised the contract again, added a few additional items, and finally signed his name, stomping his feet and waving his hands impatiently like chasing Xiaoqiang away.

Heimdall reached out and grabbed the door that was about to close, and said to the dark crack of the door: "It's okay, come out and walk around more, look at your current appearance, it's not like you're dying of illness, so why not?" What are you doing dead..."

The old man pulled the door hard, but Heimdall retracted his hand and said, "You are much older than two years ago, and your eyebrows are white."

With a bang, the door closed heavily in front of him, almost pinching his fingers.

Heimdall didn't mind, he laughed, and Anna, who had been watching silently, couldn't help smiling.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow!" Heimdall yelled.

Suddenly there was a muffled rattling sound from inside the door, and Heimdall blinked his eyes, pulling Anna away in a hurry.

"He's too hard to talk to," Heimdall sighed as they walked down Midsummer Avenue, admiring the colorful and quirky shop windows along the street. "My original goal was to cut him two-thirds."

Although Anna was born in a businessman's family, not as rich as the Krum family, she also came here in good clothes and well-fed when she was a child. Coupled with her poor health, her parents were even more reluctant to let her be wronged.Hearing what Heimdall said, she hesitated.

"The landlord lives alone? The cut is too harsh. Will he have financial difficulties?"

"You don't have to worry about him getting hungry, all the goblin hotels are his, and he has more than one property in Kapok Town," Heimdall pointed her to several tall buildings that were more conspicuous even in the snow. "Those are all the houses under his name. He originally had a factory in Emerald Village at the entrance of the mountain that produced nozzles for a certain brand of pest spray. Later, because Durmstrang wanted to expand the parking lot for Tianma carts, he was invited Move the factory away, and the relocation fee paid by the school alone is enough for him to buy three goblin hotels."

Anna was speechless.

"The landlord is very low-key. He usually stays at home. He is like the old Grandet of the wizarding world." Heimdall murmured.

The landlord's action speed has always been quick, which is one of the reasons why Heimdall looked at him differently. When they returned to the hotel, the room had already been increased. Anna's room was next to the master bedroom on the second floor. a washroom.Heimdall wanted the landlord to connect the bathroom into Anna's room to form a suite, but Anna insisted on refusing.In order to make it easier for Anna to wash, Heimdall asked the landlord to add a small bathroom next to the kitchen on the first floor. He and Victor will wash downstairs in the future, and Anna will use the upstairs one.

After Anna found out that the contract had been amended, she smiled helplessly. If she knew it would be such a trouble, she might as well support the original plan and set up another bathroom on the second floor.Anna always thought that she would not live for a long time, and she would move out if she settled elsewhere, but the two children didn't seem to think so.

Victor returned to the hotel before dinner and expressed his strong support for Heimdall's self-assertion. Chief Strulusson had long been holding a fork and waiting for the master to show his skills. Anna was also looking forward to it. She had never eaten Had the meal cooked by my son.

With resentful eyes, Kreacher commanded the kitchen knife to chop the big bones with all his strength, his mouth kept babbling, at one moment he despised Victor for not being able to properly handle the heat, at another moment he blamed him for not being particular about the order in which he added the ingredients, and at another moment he questioned his innovation... All in all, Kreacher is busier than the master.

Anna covered her mouth and started crying after taking the first bite. Heimdall couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that she had finally vented out.Victor and Heimdall didn't persuade her at first, until she wiped her tears and picked up the fork again, and Victor held her hand.

"I want to eat," Anna said firmly. "This is the first time I eat the rice cooked by my son. I want to eat it all and eat it clean."

Victor had no choice but to watch her swallow one mouthful after another, the tears on her face could not be stopped.

Kreacher stood by the side without daring to breathe, as if frightened, he shrunk his shoulders and widened his eyes, his eyes stayed on Anna's face, he didn't know what to think, and he was a little lost in thought.

Anna was exhausted after venting, Victor sent her back to the room, and Heimdall stayed to clean up the kitchen. Kreacher saw him wiping the table with a rag and suddenly regained consciousness, screaming and rushing up to cry. .Heimdall ignored it.When Kreacher saw that he was about to wash the dishes, he looked like he was about to faint, and scolded the master angrily, it seemed that his Master Rigg was forced by evil forces to become a child laborer.

Heimdall glanced back at it, and it stopped quickly, but the muttering continued, anyway, Heimdall couldn't hear clearly, so he decided not to learn from it.

Pushing open the door of the master bedroom, there was no one there. Victor was still in Anna's room and was about to walk into the master bedroom when Anna's sharp cries came from another door.

"...I'm ashamed of myself and let my son take the blame, my Victor, Victor...their family is simply whimsical and unreasonable! It's a beautiful idea! As long as I live for a day, TA can't even think about it..."

"Rig?"

Heimdall immediately broke free from the memory, and smiled at Anna, and the two left the room and went to the kitchen.

The meal was not very pleasant. Heimdall had just chewed the mutton with the rice twice, and Victor said, "Daddy is here."

Anna stopped eating immediately.

Heimdall rolled his eyes at him, why didn't we wait until they finished eating?Usually looks pretty smart.

Victor regretted it without his reminder, with a embarrassed expression.

The atmosphere was a little dull for a while.

"Eat, eat." After all, it was the meat that fell from her body, and Anna helped her son out.

When she closed the plate, she saw that there were still two-thirds of the food on her plate, so Heimdall replaced it with strawberry sweet tea as if nothing had happened.

"When did he come?" Anna asked.

Heimdall, who was standing by the bucket washing the plates, turned his head and met Victor, who happened to be looking over.

Victor looked back and said, "I arrived five days ago." That is, it has been here for nearly a week.

"What did he want to say to me?" Anna asked wearily.

"Dad wants to talk to you."

"What are you talking about? Let me go back?"

Victor said nothing.

When parents have a dispute, the most difficult thing to do is probably the children. In the final analysis, do you persuade them to reconcile, or persuade them to get together and leave?Children always hope that their parents can reconcile as before, and Victor is no exception, but since he is sensible, he has learned to make up his own mind, until his parents can no longer dictate to him, so he will not in turn dictate to his parents .

Seeing the resolute silence of the mother and child, Heimdall was a little speechless. The two people who had their own ideas but did not reveal the slightest came together and became two muffled gourds facing each other.Victor looks a lot like his mother.

Heimdall wiped his hands and sat back in his chair.

"Would you like to see Plov?"

"Do not want to."

"Oh, let's go then." Heimdall turned to Victor. "Go and tell Plov that Anna doesn't want to see him, and come back when you want to see him."

The mother and son looked at him, and Director Sturluson looked at him in a daze.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? Or have you changed your mind again?"

"Nope!" Anna frowned.

Heimdall shrugs at Victor, that's all.

Victor smiled, "Forget it, he won't make any more trouble, no matter how anxious he is, there will be no result. This is a matter between parents. As a son, he can wait for the call at any time."

The next day, because Heimdall was going to the post office, he heard someone call his name when he walked down the stone steps. After searching for a long time, he saw the sneaky Plov by a wall across the street.

Plov waved at him vigorously.

Heimdall walked over, and Plov breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know how long he had been in ambush here, his nose was red from the cold, and when he saw Heimdall, he opened his mouth and sneezed three times.

"You should pay attention to your body, you are not young anymore."

Unlike the involuntary respect when facing Anna, Heimdall is relatively casual when facing Plov.No matter whether he is respectful or not, it is difficult to eliminate his barriers to accepting his son's boyfriend. It is better to "reciprocate on an equal footing", and I don't expect him to like me, as long as you don't look at him, it will be fine.

"It's okay, it's okay." Plov is used to Heimdall's equal attitude.

"How is she?" Plov wiped the running snot with a handkerchief.

"Do you wish her well, or do you wish her bad?"

Plov choked.

Heimdall shook his head, knowing why it was so.

"Is she still refusing to forgive me?" Plov said sadly.

"If this had happened to Victor, I would probably have just strangled the child to death instead of agreeing to her blackmail, trying to make peace with the money, pamper the woman, let her get away with it, and come back when the strangulation is over. Go overboard and repair Victor severely." Heimdall looked incomprehensible. "You asked Anna to forgive you, which shows that you have the spirit to admit your mistakes, so may I ask where you are wrong, do you know?"

Plov was stunned, speechless for a while.

"Admitting mistakes is not enough to just say it verbally. Anyone can say good things. The greatest tragedy is not knowing how to correct mistakes." Heimdall looked at him. "Or do you not think you are at fault? You just subconsciously think you should ask for forgiveness?"

Plov's expression afterwards convinced Heimdall that his guess was right. This Mr. Krum didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all, and he didn't think it was something to be angry about. Maybe he was still blaming Anna in his heart. Make a fuss out of a molehill.

"You should think about these things before you come again, otherwise Anna will be so angry that you may fall ill, and it will be a sin at that time."

"Don't be alarmist!" Pulov questioned loudly, blushing. "I have nothing to do with that woman, I have no feelings for her, I don't even know her... The child is not what I wished for! It's not my fault! I love Anna, that's for sure! You say What do you mean?! What are your intentions!"

"I'll tell Victor exactly what we said between us, and I'll let your son figure it out. Just stay here and keep watching. I won't accompany you."

Not giving him the slightest chance to retort, not even saying "goodbye", Heimdall turned around and rushed into the snowstorm.