HP's Foreign Land

In the evening, Katenen accepted Heimdall's invitation to have dinner with Strulusson and his son.Heimdall was elated all night because of Eanil's impatient performance, so when he proposed to spend the night at Victor's place, although his father's silence was frightening, he did not refuse.Katenen poured Rommel a glass of wine, and kept sighing like someone who had come.

Victor was afraid that he would not be able to meet anyone, so he came to the restaurant on time and sat outside for half an hour.It was only when the three of them got out of the box that they found out about this situation. Director Strulusson was so distressed, he hurried over to hold his little hands, tugged at his clothes, smacked his cheeks, and asked for warmth.

Rommel acted like he didn't see anything, and Katenin slowly swayed out.

When they parted at the door, Kattenen took an invitation from his pocket and handed it to Heimdall.

Heimdall took it puzzled.

"It's Juncker's birthday in two days. If you can spare time, go there. If you don't have time, don't know."

Heimdall glanced at the date on the invitation, Saturday night.

"Please tell Mr. Junker that you must come to ask him for a birthday cake."

Katenin nodded with a smile.

Heimdall suddenly thought of something, "Mr. Yezhov should also go, right?"

"meeting."

"Can you help me tell Mr. Ye Ruofu, if it's not troublesome, can he bring a student representative that day?"

Student Representative?Katenin was a little dazed.

"Just say that, he must understand," Heimdall straightened his face. "If it's inconvenient, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Katenin nodded.

Heimdall thought to himself, he doesn't know how those children are doing now.

Back at Anna's house at night, Anna was invited by some female colleagues to go shopping when she was off work, and she hasn't come back yet.

Kreacher had prepared hot water, Heimdall soaked in the hot water, and wiped his face with his hand.

Victor took the potted plants placed on the window sill into the bathroom, and Heimdall lay on the edge of the bathtub watching him fiddle with the plants with the small scissors, feeling drowsy after a while.

"You seem to be particularly concerned about moving animals at school."

Heimdall rubbed his eyes when he heard this, "Part of the reason why the dragon egg came out of the stone room is that it deserved to die, and the other part is because of me. Since I tried my best to raise it in the Durmstrang Mountains , I always feel that I have taken a responsibility, if the environment can be better and become more suitable for the growth of animals and plants, why not do it.”

Victor finished serving the flowers and plants, and put the flowerpots on the white hollowed-out shelves in the corner.He took off his clothes, sat in the bathtub, and faced Heimdall.

Heimdall sat up, hugging his knees and resting his chin on them.

Victor's back leaned against the wall of the bathtub, and the two of them just looked at each other in such a foolish way.

After soaking in hot water for a while, Victor felt that it was almost done, and gestured to Heimdall.The latter turned around, and Victor picked up a piece of soap from the wooden stool by the bathtub, made fine foam and rubbed it on Heimdall's head.

The stingy Mr. Stuluson advocates frugality. From the time when he entered school early before he was 11 years old, Victor found that he liked to choose simple things for daily necessities.A piece of soap, after washing the head and face, and after washing the face and body... I also use this piece for washing the feet, and Victor insisted that he use it separately.

Heimdall didn't care about these at all, he used it like this in his previous life, and he bought whichever economy.In fact, if you ask Leon in the same dormitory, you will find that what kind of soap he used is called laundry soap. The laundry soap is almost the same, but Director Strulusson still thinks that the original one is quite good. The only drawback is that it sheds a little after washing... The master couldn't stand it anymore, so he re-selected a really cheap and high-quality brand for him. This cornflower series with a faint fragrance has been used until now.

With bubbles on his head, Heimdall enjoyed the master's gentle head massage, so comfortable that his upper and lower eyelids began to fight again.

"What else?"

When he was about to fall asleep, Victor's voice rang in his ears.

"Huh?" Heimdall opened his eyes blankly. "What?"

"The reason you just said, I think it's more than that."

Heimdall closed his eyes again, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"I just love the school and I'm all about making it thrive."

Victor laughed.

Heimdall curled his lips and tilted his head slightly upwards. The master who was caught off guard ate his mouth full of foam.

Seeing his funny appearance, Chief Strulusson laughed heartlessly.

The master wiped his mouth, grabbed it with two paws, and rushed forward.

The bathroom suddenly became lively, screaming and laughing.

Pod, who was walking around the house swaying left and right, glanced in the direction of the bathroom, eyes full of disgust.

When the two of them were crazy enough, Heimdall washed the bubbles off his head, and the two sat down in the bathtub again, and he began to wipe his boyfriend's back.

"I've been thinking about a question for the last few years," Heimdall said. "Ever since I stumbled into the Twilight Island by mistake, met Toffee, and it followed me to Durmstrang, I began to think about this issue."

Victor didn't speak, he quickly realized Heimdall's concerns.

"Don't you think you're thinking too far?" Victor said helplessly.

"Let's plan ahead, who knows how long we can live?"

Victor noticed that he said "we" instead of referring to himself as cautiously as before, and Victor was in a very happy mood.

"I hope that Hernando and his researcher friends can structure the new environment well, at least complete this great goal before I meet Merlin, so that even if I am gone, the toffees will have a place to go. If the toffee I have no objection to wanting to go back to my hometown, but I am worried that the little buns will not be able to adapt to the environment there. If they did not form a mate at that time, I would ask for their opinions separately. At that time, Durmstrang became the best place to go Yes. Little Eight Eyes too, it wants to go back to the Forbidden Forest, I will think of a way, if it is willing to stay, it will happen to be with Little Bread as a company. But I will find a wife for it sooner or later, I can’t let it be alone.”

Victor turned and leaned in to kiss his lips.

"Did you forget something?"

Heimdall raised his eyebrows in a serious manner, "How is that possible? If I'm gone, Olar will definitely follow me. If I'm gone, you're still here, and the pods can still live with you. If you leave earlier than me, wait for me It’s also warped, I’ll take the pod to find you, and I won’t leave it behind.”

Victor's expression was particularly turbulent, "Let's stop talking about this, okay?" The master obviously couldn't hold it anymore.

"Well, it's my fault." Heimdall didn't argue with him, pouted his mouth and smacked his small mouth vigorously, and rubbed his hands on his chest wretchedly...

Heimdall left the house nearly half an hour later than expected on Saturday afternoon, mainly because Anna and Victor had disagreements over how to dress him.

Victor made him dress too grandly, as if it was his birthday.Anna didn't blame the master for this, but felt that Victor dressed him too deeply, repeatedly emphasizing that Heimdall is suitable for jumping bright colors, so he is too old-fashioned.

After the two worked together, the model named Heimdall Strulusson finally walked out of the house at the moment when they showed mercy.

In the end, Victor, the son, compromised. Heimdall wore a bright-colored dress robe and rushed out the door with a gift box in his arms. Victor looked at the closed door and sighed forcefully.A night without Mr. Sturluson... the master is empty, lonely and cold.

Professor Katenin was standing on the street waiting for him, and was about to take out his pocket watch, when he saw him hurrying over in a blink of an eye, and was very happy.

"Ouch, you are so handsome, you will steal Junker's limelight."

Although Luc Juncker was called a flower peacock by some unscrupulous old friends, it is not difficult to see that he was quite beautiful when he was young, and he can get the inheritance from his grandson, the current French Mr. Magic. It's wonderful.Juncker himself is not old-fashioned and loves to dress up. It is an exaggeration to say that Heimdall steals the limelight from him.

Heimdall touched his head in embarrassment, and left Helsinki with Katenen.

They strolled on the winding mountain road, with tall trees covering the sky and sun on both sides of the road, a climbing asphalt road ahead, and the road behind them seemed to keep falling.Heimdall believed that if he accidentally fell, he would roll all the way to the starting point like a ball.

"What are you looking at?" Katenin said over his shoulder.

The setting sun dragged the figures of the two for a long time, and the sky looked like a yellow peach cake sprinkled with colorful chocolate beans, inlaid with a purple raspberry skirt, the deep red was strawberry jam, and the orange was orange jam... Si couldn't take his eyes off it. Chief Tulusong inhaled the turbulent halazi.

"Hungry," he said.

Katenin laughed loudly, "It will be there soon."

In fact, Heimdall was embarrassed to tell people about the entanglement just now. He was still working overtime in IW for justice during the day, but came to the birthday party of the former mafia boss at night. He was trying to heal the gap.

This seemingly endless asphalt road up the mountain, Heimdall wondered if he would ask how long it would take, Kattenen led him to turn, and they walked on a road paved with stone slabs, with trivial changes But it made Heimdall feel better, but this road seemed to have no end in sight.

Ten minutes later, they came to a huge hollowed-out cast iron gate. Heimdall looked in through the not-so-fine gap. Trek behind the door?This is obviously the way the landlords and nobles are used to. From the gate to the house, they have to travel through mountains and rivers... Mr. Stulusson obviously doesn't remember their old house in England.

Heimdall's eyes began to search again, but unfortunately, he didn't see even a shadow of a carriage with rolling wheels.

Katenin stepped forward, put his palm through a gap, pulled out the metal latch on the back of the door, pushed hard on the golden painted door, turned around and waved to him.Heimdal hesitated for a moment, then hurried through the gate, and saw that Katenen re-inserted the gate as if nothing had happened.

Heimdall calmed down for a while, glanced at the winding stone road, and then said, "Should we wait here?" For example, waiting for the carriage to pick up something.

"you are tired?"

"No……"

Katenen smiled, "Then don't waste time, just keep going."

Heimdall's eyebrows twitched.

After walking on the cobblestone road for another ten minutes, the eyes suddenly opened up. The road under his feet began to slope up just like the asphalt road just now. Heimdall looked at the mountain that seemed to fall from the sky. The gorgeous and simple shape of the building is very similar to the ancient European palaces seen in the pictures before. The colorful lights on the buildings are shining brightly under the blue-purple sky.

It really is the landlord.Heimdall couldn't help sighing.

He was so reluctant to turn his eyes away, Katenin patted him on the shoulder and told him that he was going to bend again.

Heimdall looked at the small palace, then at the direction Kattenen was pointing, and said hesitantly, "This direction is the closest." Turning the corner, he took a detour.

"Have you been here?" Katenin asked without answering.

"No."

Katenen said: "Listen to me right."

With a groan, Heimdall left the stone road and walked onto the real mountain path.

After walking a few steps, the road under his feet suddenly lit up, and the trees on both sides of the road were covered with glass lamps, illuminating the whole road like daytime.No matter how dull Heimdall was, he would understand that he was making a joke just now.

"We're not going to that castle, are we?"

Katenen nodded, not surprised at his mistake.

"That castle is a well-known local tourist attraction, and there are no towns nearby. Junker's house is considered a neighbor to that castle. Wizards who come here for the first time will almost always make a mistake."

After a while, Kattenen pointed to a three-story house on a small piece of open land ahead and said, "We're here."

The one who opened the door was Maurice Bellou, the current Mr. Magic in France. After a few polite greetings, he took the gift box from Heimdall and placed it on a round table with a checkerboard pattern in the entrance. It disappeared in seconds, probably taken away by a house-elf.

With both hands empty, Katenin commanded Beru carelessly: "Where's your grandfather? Tell him I'm coming and let him come out to meet us."

Beru couldn't laugh or cry.

A gust of wind blew out Junker as if he had grown tailwind ears. When he saw Katenin, he rolled his eyes angrily, and when his eyes turned to Heimdall, he was as enthusiastic as a juggler.

He looked behind Heimdall exaggeratedly, "Just you? Didn't the old guy tell you that you can bring a companion?" The old guy in his mouth was Katenen.

"You think Krum is as idle as you?!" Katenin muttered.

Heimdall smiled, but didn't answer.

He really wanted Victor to come with him, but after they discussed it, Victor decided to stay with Anna, as if to make up for the lost time.Victor will go to the theater with Anna to watch the performance of wizard singers tonight. I heard that the singers who will be performing tonight are all famous names in the wizarding world. Anna has been looking forward to it since the day she bought the ticket.

"I wish you good health and a good mood every day." Heimdall habitually said auspicious words to the birthday star according to the practice of his previous life.

Junker smiled when he heard this.

"Fast forward, fast forward." Welcoming Katenen and Heimdall into the living room connected to the entrance.

The living room is circular, with seats and sofas arranged against the walls around it. Heimdall looked up, and the moon star was sparse above his head.Katenen had already been recognized by his old friends, and several wizards Heimdall didn't know shouted and surrounded him. To be honest, he could count the familiar wizards on the scene with just one palm.

Heimdall was attracted by the snacks on the table and couldn't stand still.

"The child is growing up and can't stand hunger. Don't hide anything delicious, get him some." Katenen held Junker.

Junker had no choice but to put aside the idea of ​​introducing Heimdall for the time being, and told him to open up and eat in a kindly elder tone, don't be polite.

Encouraged by his master, Mr. Stulupine strode towards the table that kept stimulating him to salivate.

He choked on the last bite of the pie when he was finishing the second apple pie. He opened his eyes and knocked hard on his chest. A cup of tea was handed to him. Heimdall took it in a hurry. with him.Chief Stulusson laughed dryly.

"I brought the man." Ye Ruofu opened his mouth and got straight to the point.

Heimdall put down the plate immediately.

Ye Ruofu said again: "They are in the yard behind the house. I have already told Junker, go, no one will disturb you."

Heimdall thanked him again and again, wiped the crumbs from his mouth, straightened his clothes, walked through the kitchen under Yezhov's guidance, and came to the gate of the courtyard.

Ye Ruofu patted him on the shoulder, turned and left the kitchen.

Heimdall smiled friendlyly at the house-elves who were watching him timidly by the stove - those snacks were delicious, opened the door and went out.

Although Buta repeatedly emphasized to him that there is no need to be nervous, Ke still fidgeted, tossing left and right in the small white Roman-style pavilion, and had no time to appreciate the wonderful scenery of lush flowers and trees in front of him.Under his infection, Buta and Zoe also became nervous.

"division!"

Hearing this call, Ke Rou's face lit up like a steamed bun, and before the two of them could see clearly, he turned around and rushed out of the gazebo.Immediately afterwards, cheerful laughter sounded, and the two couldn't help swallowing their throats when they heard Heimdall's voice.

"What's there to be nervous about!" Miss Buta gave Zooey a blank look.

Zoe, the stud-eared boy, said angrily, "To each other."

At this time, Ke and Heimdall walked into the gazebo, and they stood up immediately, especially Buta, who could be described as respectful, and did not dare to look forward.

"Can I eat people?" Heimdall couldn't help smiling when he saw Buta's cautious look.

Buta raised his head in embarrassment, met Heimdall's friendly smile, and smiled too, and the atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed.

Zoe didn't have Buta's subtle emotion of being close to home and cowardice. Zoe's mood was actually not very beautiful, because the subject looked at this decent Mr. Strulusson with complete trust and no doubt. The attitude was something he had never experienced before.Zoe felt as if he had drunk half a bottle of vinegar. He and Ke had known each other for so long, but in the end they were not as good as an outsider!

Heimdall asked Ye Ruofu to take care of these teenagers. Apart from Buta and Ke, the other teenagers did not know. Buta also completed the registration and other matters step by step through the instructions in Heimdall's letter, and Ye Ruofu was not an individual. A gossip, he does take care, but never too much.

Ever since Buta made up his mind to follow Heimdall, he has been tight-lipped about things about him. Although Kobe is not very smart, he can clearly distinguish what should be said and what should not be said. Coupled with Buta's promptness, Kobe was more cautious before. .

Heimdall didn't care whether they knew that this care was arranged by him, he just started it symbolically, and Zoe naturally followed the topic.Their respect and gratitude to Ye Ruofu came from the bottom of their hearts, and Heimdall noticed from his slightly excited words that Zoe and the others seemed to be loyal to Ye Ruofu, or they were going to vote for him to work for him.

These teenagers have no father and no mother, they have always depended on each other, and their lives are very difficult. Heimdall feels that if he is Zoe, he will also have the idea of ​​​​attaching to Yezhov.

Zooey seemed to realize that she had talked too much, so she quickly stopped the topic.

Heimdall didn't realize it, and smiled at Ke, "Those courses sound very professional, no worse than orthodox magic schools. Since Mr. Yezhov is willing to work hard to teach you, you must seize the opportunity to study hard."

Ke nodded vigorously, looking a little naive with a smile on his face.

Zooey pursed her lips and turned her eyes away.

"The snacks inside are very delicious, go in quickly." Heimdall urged Ke.

Ke hesitated, and Zooey jumped up and dragged him away.

It wasn't until they disappeared into a row of plant fences that Buta said to Heimdall, "Why don't you let me tell them?"

It's uncomfortable for Buta to hold back until now. Every time the words come to his lips, he is startled when he thinks of Heimdall's cold gaze, and he presses them back abruptly.On this point, Ke is more calm than her, perhaps because Ke is not familiar with the group of teenagers.

"It's not necessary," Heimdall said. "It's not a secret. If you want to find out, I didn't ask Mr. Ye Ruofu to keep it a secret."

Buta stopped talking.

In fact, she could see that her companions didn't take Heimdall seriously. Although they had received his favor, they still couldn't let go of their grudges—the hatred caused by inferiority complex.

"They are your partners, I have no objection to your association with them." Heimdall smiled at Buta.

Buta's face became a little dignified.

Heimdall thought, this girl is not so perceptive.

"It's still early to say this, but I think I should remind you that maybe one day in the future, you will find that you and your companions have not walked the same path. Of course, such a situation may not happen. You understand I mean, right?" Heimdall said slowly.

Buta was silent, and after a long time, she raised her face and looked directly into Heimdall's eyes.

"I understand, please rest assured, this is my choice, and I will never forget it."

Heimdall couldn't help laughing when he saw her stiff face, ready to die.

"I won't force you to kill and set fire. This runs counter to my ideal. Your life is ultimately up to you. As long as you are worthy of your conscience, I will respect your choice at any time."