HP's Foreign Land

The entrance to the Iron Parrot's training base is located in the underground warehouse of a supermarket. After they walked through the open door, they walked in the opposite direction to the road signs. Di Rupo stopped in front of a mottled spring door and turned around to see Si Chief Tuluzon stumbled over a bump in the green carpet.

"Be careful! Everything here is very old, many years old." Di Rupo reminded.

Heimdall patted his head in embarrassment.

"Do you think it's novel? I don't think I'll ever understand those things called electricity." Di Rupo looked through the glass partition on the wall to the entrance and exit of the supermarket on the other side, where there was a row of cash registers.People moved all the things in the carts to the cash register on the conveyor belt. The sound from the machine and people's voices intersected together. It seemed that it was busy but it was orderly.

"That's not called electricity, they are all electrified." Heimdall followed his gaze and murmured. "And I used to live in that world."

"What did you say?"

Heimdall smiled at him, "Isn't it here yet? I can't wait."

"Impatient young man." Di Rupo pushed open the swing door.

"In this way, the calmness and calmness of the elderly can be set off."

Di Rupo shook his head helplessly, "It's also a sign of youth that you refuse to suffer verbally."

Behind the swing door is a small room with mops, iron buckets and other sundries. After passing through the door on the opposite wall, there is a freight elevator.

Heimdall followed Di Rupo into the elevator, and the feeling inside was completely different from the modern urban feeling outside.At this moment, the elevator doors were not closed yet, and from where he was standing, he could see a few damaged computer monitors piled up on the table next to the glove box, and a few dusty mop boards on the ground, just separated by a door, but It's two worlds.

The lights on the elevator wall flickered, and the thick doors closed quickly before their eyes.

Only then did Heimdall start to look at the furnishings inside the elevator, and after a few glances, he couldn't help but be speechless.

The whole space is wrapped in glossy red decorative wooden boards, with simple lines of patterns and colors carved on the wooden boards, a rolled carpet embroidered with yellow short spikes is spread under the feet, and there is a pot of green plants in the corner of the elevator, which looks a bit like a cycad tree. But the slightly swaying roots that seemed to be wrapped in scales told Heimdall that this should not be a cycad tree, at least not the cycad tree he thought.

A rectangular mirror with a golden photo frame is hung on the wall, and a wooden handrail is nailed under the mirror. Below the handrail is an oval-shaped slab, wrapped in blue satin, with the Iron Parrot team logo and team initials embroidered on the side.

Heimdall's gaze finally rested on the collapsed foot. The bergamot-shaped wooden foot with curly leaves was simple and delicate.

"Isn't the steel parrot good?" Heimdall asked.

"It seems to be okay." Just as Di Rupo's voice fell, the elevator gave a warning ding, telling them that they had arrived.

Before getting out of the elevator, Heimdall couldn't help but look back at the beautiful picture that he didn't have time to sit on for even a second.

"Do you think you are going to my office with me, or do you want to wander around the venue?" Di Rupo asked Heimdall standing at the Y-shaped fork.

"What route do ticketed visitors usually take?"

"First go around the exhibition hall of the Iron Parrot, and then go to the auditorium. If you are lucky, you can see the players training. If you don't see it, it doesn't matter. The team provides various Quidditch props. You can borrow a set to play in person Feel it, if luck is not really that bad, there may be one or two players to help you experience it together, after all, it is very difficult for ordinary wizards to have the opportunity to play Quidditch in a formal large venue."

"Sounds good." Heimdalton nodded. "Do you need money to borrow props?"

"..." Di Rupo finally realized something from him, although such a comprehension was incredible for Sturluson. "Usually a ticket is required."

"I understand." Heimdall nodded. "Thank you very much, I'd better visit by myself."

"Alright then." Di Rupo turned around after taking a few steps. "It is best to obey the signs that prohibit outsiders from entering and leaving. While satisfying your curiosity, you may face problems such as ticket inspection. If you are found, they will ask you to show the ticket. If you can't get the ticket, you have to pay for it." Now, if you didn't know where I was at that time. I thought you might need a reminder of that."

Heimdall looked grateful, "Yes, I need it very much, thank you."

Di Rupo blinked his eyes, seemed to be getting more and more incomprehensible, he shook his head to himself, turned and left.

Heimdall followed the signs and walked on another road. The end of the road led to the exhibition hall of the steel parrot.He lingers in the showroom for half an hour, watching the development of the Iron Parrot and showing off its achievements, including shiny trophies and medals.

When walking out of the exhibition hall, a person came across. The person did not avoid or turn a blind eye like before. He paused for a moment and walked over.

"Hello." Solger said expressionlessly.

Heimdall was a little surprised, "...Hello, are you coming to visit too?"

Solger showed an expression of trying to endure something.

"You think we can be friends? Come on, it's my limit to say hello to you."

Heimdall was simply inexplicable, "Obviously you are in a bad mood, but don't get angry at me, I don't like being blamed for no reason. Maybe I used to have such a naive childhood, thinking that I could be friends with everyone, but I'm sorry, but you're never included in this, I learned that early on."

Solger's eyes were resentful, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You despicable informer!"

Heimdall was silent for a moment, then narrowed his eyes, "Ah, I think I understand."

Solger realized that he had inadvertently revealed something, and his expression became a little flinching.

Heimdall smiled slightly. "Today's hearing has been cancelled. I'm glad to hear the news. It may not be the case for you."

Soljaer bit his lower lip, full of unspeakable anger and pain. Yesterday at noon, the Great Elder invited him to lunch. to similar invitations.Although yesterday was not the weekend, he didn't think too much, and went to the appointment happily as usual.

The atmosphere was good at first, at least Solger didn't think there was anything wrong, until the Great Elder called him another name—Little Gul, which was a nickname given to him by his mother, and he had been calling him that before his mother passed away.Whenever the Great Elder called him that, he couldn't help but shudder.The name represents his past, the part of himself that he is trying to forget that is not "Jolph".And the Great Elder would only call him that under certain circumstances, and most of those certain circumstances afterwards were not good memories.

"Yes?" Solger put down the spoon hastily.

"I have something to tell you," the Great Elder said without raising his head while eating the rotten stew. "I'm afraid the thing you asked Justice Halder to do for you is not good. I have told him not to do it. He also fully understood my meaning and decided to try to make up for it. I hope you don't mind."

Until he finished the dinner and left the residence of the Great Elder, Soljeer couldn't remember what kind of expression he had when he heard this.It must be very stiff, he couldn't help thinking nervously.

But at this moment, he was still in a state where he had no time to think about anything else, as if it had been a long time before he heard his own voice.

"...Of course I don't mind."

"You have to understand one thing. I'm not against your small moves. The problem is the object of the trip. If the other party is Goldfensson, Magnusson, or Potswalsson, as long as you can be foolproof , I guess I won't bother, but you shouldn't put your energy into embarrassing your own family. Heimdall Strulusson is your clan, a member of our big family, don't use your crooked brain To any of the Strulusons, I will never let it happen as long as I live. Do you understand me?"

Solger sat stiffly at the table, lowered his head, held his left hand tightly with his right hand, and said nothing.

"Answer me! Do you understand what I mean?"

"……understood."

"very good."

Solger thought that the catastrophe was finally over, and the voice of the Great Elder sounded again.

"I don't want to hear any more slander from you about Heimdall Sturlusson being an abandoned illegitimate child, or that his biological father refused to recognize him because of his bad behavior. I can read these words from It can be heard from any outsider, but it must not be from your mouth, who is also Sturluson."

With a mournful face, Solger stammered, "...I know, I know."

The Great Elder put down his fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"You should be glad that I spoke out today, not Rommel. If Mr. Patriarch is really determined to do it himself, I can't guarantee that you will be unscathed. At that time, I will have to face a choice. I believe you understand what I mean .”

The scary thing is that it's not over yet. Solger returned to the Ministry of Magic in the afternoon. In just one lunch break, his position was transferred and he became the office director at a young age. What a joyful thing it should be.There were only two people in the entire office, including himself, and the only subordinate was an old man who had to rely on amplification magic to hear people's words clearly.The whole department took turns to congratulate him, which made him miserable.

Solger felt like he was going to pass out.

However, he did not faint after all, and survived strong until the next day, until he met Heimdall Strulusson head-on, and angrily accused the other party of informing him, which led to his current unbearable situation. Such a strong psychological quality must be Strulusson. Mr. Pine sighed to himself.

"You can't imprison me for the rest of your life!" Solger's beautiful face was flushed, which showed that the two days' experience had tortured his nerves to be sensitive and fragile.

you? !

Heimdall didn't change his face, "It's an honor that you put me in the category of people who can imprison you. To be honest, I really hope that I can do it. The Great Elder should be one of them, and I can be with him. 'Close comrades' is really reassuring."

"Don't be complacent!" Soljar yelled. "I can't be oppressed forever!"

Heimdall is speechless, this man is really interesting, when he decides to lie to the sky, hold the crown of "Jolph Reincarnation" with both hands, and can't wait to put it on his head, he will accept being bound by the shackles of the crown fate.This is oppressed by his own choice, unless he takes the crown off himself, which currently seems unlikely to happen.

"Of course you can't be oppressed for a lifetime, after your wings harden." Heimdall reminded him. "But not yet."

Saying goodbye to Soljer who was still standing there sulking, Heimdall came to the auditorium near the goal specially opened for visitors.A group of adult wizards happily sat in the auditorium and pointed at the venue. A witch wearing a steel parrot team uniform stood in front of them, and seemed to be explaining something to them.

This is the benefit of buying a ticket to enter the arena. Director Sturlusson was thinking about whether to sneak over to give an explanation, but he accidentally stepped on something with a strange touch, and a painful wail sounded, and a wizard jumped up and shook his foot .

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Heimdall apologized hastily.

When the wizard turned his head, both of them froze for a moment.

"It's you." Palme sat down and rubbed his feet repeatedly.

"What are you doing sitting on the ground?" Heimdall was puzzled.

"I'm descaling, and there's always someone sneaking in and putting bills on the seats," Palme said.

"Don't you have house elves on your team?"

"Yes, but the house-elves have a lot to do. Since I can get rid of these nasty stickers, I can also lighten the house-elves' burden."

"What a fresh way of saying it." Heimdall sat down beside him. "You are very capable."

"Everyone can't get rid of them, but I can do it. Solger told me that I can try it, so I came."

Hearing the pride concealed in his words, Heimdall couldn't sneer at all.

"Don't you need to train?" Heimdall asked.

"I was not selected for the starting lineup this time." Palme began to fiddle with those "dog skin plasters" again.

"It's nothing, Victor is not the starter this time either."

"Oh, I said before that he would die sooner or later, and I wasn't surprised at all."

"You're really annoying." Heimdall said angrily. "But I decided to forgive you."

Palme shrugged, seemingly not caring what he thought of him.

"Maybe you can consider switching to Quidditch commentator. Non-mainstream commentators are usually more popular than excluded players."

Palme sat back in the chair, looked at Heimdall and said, "You must be very hated. I don't wonder why Solger hates you."

"In fact, even if I become a pervert, there are still a group of people crying and shouting to like me." Heimdall responded. "If Soljer said that in front of my friends, they would surely say the same thing, but I don't think Soljjer can refute it as confidently as I do."

Palme looked away, "I know a lot of people find him unlikable, but he wasn't like that before."

"No surprise, life changes people. Did you know each other before?"

"We lived very close, and we often played together when we were young. We were very happy and had no troubles at that time."

"Only those who live unsatisfactory lives always comfort themselves by digging out the good things in the past."

Palme sighed, "I can tell you with certainty now that you are definitely the most hated person in the world."

"You will bear my bitterness for Solger." Heimdall smiled calmly. "I don't care about being the most hated person in the world, as long as that person insists on believing that I love me."

Palme was silent for a moment, "I envy you."

"Crap all you want."

"I'm serious, I believe many players in the Quidditch world think so, and your feelings are obvious to all."

Heimdall rubbed his nose, "Even if you say that, I won't change my opinion of Solger."

Palme rolled his eyes.

"Hey, Palme, next, your potion!" Someone called Palme's name, and then, the man used magic to levitate a glass bottle.

Palme thanked him, but the man did not linger, turned and left.

"What kind of medicine is that?" Heimdall asked.

Palme didn't answer, stood up and walked towards the entrance of the audience passage, where a row of beautiful foliage plants were planted.Palme looked around, then poured the potion under the first plant.

Palme noticed that Heimdall's expression was very subtle, "Don't look at me like that, no one is going to harm me. This is the health potion that Mr. Di Rupo prepared for everyone. It is said that eating it is good for the body."

"Why did it fall?"

"It's nothing, I don't want to eat." Palmese returned the cork. "The potion won't help me start because the rest of the team is taking it too. It doesn't mean much to me if I take it or not, and I don't like taking pills."

"I agree." Heimdall nodded, and those who take medicine are the most annoying.

"Danle doesn't eat either." Palme muttered.

Heimdall thought to himself that this is the key, blind comparison is more powerful.He leaned over to observe the plants, and the plants that "ate" the potion were no different from the others.

"How many times have you fallen?"

"Three times in a row."

"They all fell in the same place?"

"Correct."

"At least it shows that Mr. Di Rupo's potion is not poisonous." Heimdall smiled at him.

Palme seemed to be in a trance, "Has anyone ever said that you are a bit alike?"

"Who? Solger?"

Palme nodded.

Heimdall quickly put on a evasive look, "Don't fall in love with me, I have someone I like, we will never be able to."

Palme's face turned green, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you look exactly the same as Solger, no matter how much he hates me, no matter how much he wants me to disappear from his eyes, I will not change my mind!"

"It's really touching." Heimdall wiped the corner of his eyes.

"Marty?"

Solger walked over with a smile, and Palme's full attention was immediately drawn to him. He said a little excitedly: "Gul..."

Solger's face sank, and Palme hurriedly changed his words, "I'm sorry, Solger."

Soljaer forced himself to look like he didn't care, and said kindly: "The coach is looking for you, and the candidates want to train. Can you be Danle's partner?"

Even if he didn't want to, Palme couldn't refuse Soljar's request.

Palme said disappointedly: "Of course, if this is what you want." He looked back at Heimdall and smiled, "Sorry, I'm going to be a coolie."

Heimdall said it was okay and wished him luck.

"Thank you, I need good luck." Palme walked down the audience channel.

Solger smiled coldly at Heimdall, with a smug look, as if saying that even if I don't want it, you won't be allowed to approach it.

Heimdall stared at him, then said, "You're a scumbag," in a "your shoes are ugly" tone.

At noon the next day, Heimdall and Victor had a picnic on the green grass. They said it was a picnic, but the things were actually not rich, and there was no beautiful blanket under their buttocks. It was a little different from the beautiful pictures in the movie. .

A ball of bird feces fell from the sky and landed on the front right about a meter away from Heimdall. He frowned and stared at the grass, and then continued to stuff his mouth as if nothing had happened. This is life, isn’t it? ?

"Is your grandmother okay?" Heimdall finished eating quickly, for fear that another bird without eyes would urinate everywhere.

"Not in a good spirit." Victor looked a little depressed.

"The child has been with him?"

"Grandmother said that if he wasn't with her, she wouldn't know who to talk to."

"You can go back to see her often, older people like to be lively."

Victor nodded, "I have already written to Bernick. My father often goes back to visit his grandmother, but he doesn't stay for long each time."

"Is he afraid that he won't be able to bear to do something to that child after a long time?"

Heimdall's words were a bit harsh, but Victor did not deny it.

Heimdall tried to change the subject, "What has Bernick been doing lately?"

"Their family has been living in the Horn House. Vidin and Bernik are looking for new magical plants in West Asia. I heard that the wizards there have grown several new things."

"Is he and Luna all right?"

"We communicate frequently, but the delivery time has been extended recently, and letters from the UK are often lost."

Heimdall said: "It's getting tense there, what is Bernick going to do?"

"He said that he is still hesitating. Maybe he will persuade Luna to go abroad, or maybe he will go to the UK to protect his sweetheart."

"Respectable bravery is not worth promoting if it is based on unconsidered impulse."

Victor stroked Heimdall's cheek, "What about you? Did yesterday's trip go well? When I came back last night, I received your message that the hearing was cancelled?"

"Yes, I met Mr. Di Rupo later, and went to the training base of the Iron Parrot with him."

"How?" Victor seemed very interested.

"Unfortunately, they were supposed to start training, but one person made me emotionally unstable and I left early."

"Let me guess," Victor said. "Solger?"

"Don't mention that name." Heimdall picked up an apple and took a bite. "I had a conversation with Palme."

"Don't you dislike him?"

"With Master Solger, no matter how annoying people are, they will become cute."

Victor said in surprise: "It sounds like you have a worse opinion of that young master."

"Maybe it's compassion," Heimdall said. "Which one is better, Willy Denler, or the goalkeeper on your team?"

Victor thought for a while, "Let's go Danle."

Heimdall was a little disappointed.

"The goalkeeper on our team is a rookie. The most valuable thing about Danle is not his skills, but his field experience."

"I can't see that such a person would be an excellent goalkeeper. Danle reminds me of Professor Mecklen." Heimdall laughed.

Victor hesitated, "You think he looks like Professor Mecklen?"

"I'm not talking about the sloppy and careless character, but I feel that they are relatively simple people. Dan Le is quite likable."

"I thought his job was to please people." Viktor leaned over suddenly, biting Heimdall's hand into his apple.