HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 64 Extra Story: Postmodern Life in the Sixteenth Century

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Victor stopped suddenly, and Heimdall cast a puzzled look at this, and then he followed Victor's line of sight and saw a shop with all kinds of broomstick handles hanging - messy items piled up in the On both sides of the store door, there is only a narrow passage about one meter wide for wizards to come in and out. Parts related business.

The broom companies that are famous at home and abroad in later generations may have just started and are preparing to recruit troops and buy horses to do a big job; or maybe they failed to take the first step and suffered heavy losses, and it will take a while to hide their strengths and bide their time to regain their strength; Like a small private workshop, it quietly waits for its historical turning point in the boring work day after day.

But in any case, no matter how good a thousand-mile horse is, it needs a pair of Bole eyes with unique eyesight.

Heimdall carefully discerned the small wooden sign hanging hastily by the door, avoided the cracks on the wooden board, and struggled to read the bright green writing.

"It says 'Passionate Gobstone'." Victor said affirmatively.

"Is this a broomstick workshop?" Heimdall asked uncertainly.

"On the surface, this is the case, but in order to make a living, these private workshops with meager income will take out outsourced work within their ability to relieve economic pressure when there is no formal order. The country has issued advanced management regulations that are at the forefront of the times, and the world has not yet come up with a unified standard. There are many private workshops, and very few really make money. The operation and maintenance of workshops cannot be separated from the escort of Jin Jialong. "

Heimdall nodded. The production standard for the thickness of the crucible was only determined in the twentieth century. The current wizarding world is much more primitive than that in the twentieth century.

"However, naming it with gobstone is really unique." Heimdall muttered.

There are also relevant regulations to restrict the naming convention in later generations, but now it can be said that a hundred flowers are blooming. If the name of the shop selling owls sounds like a hat shop, the shop selling wizard robes is arranged like a bookstore, and there are many owls squatting at the door of the bookstore. Passers-by mistook it for a post office... Don't make a fuss dear, this is the sixteenth century.

The two came to the door of the small workshop and observed the high and low broom handles hung under the eaves by hemp ropes of different thicknesses. They were like large wind chimes, swinging their bulky bodies slightly with the wind.

Of course, there are no pleasant ringtones.

"Is your broom useful?" Victor asked suddenly.

"Fine, at least it won't throw me off the sky," said a second-year refresher who took flying lessons with Heimdall when he was thrown by a broom three stories high on his first day of flying lessons , the frightened poor brother lay in the school hospital for five days afterwards, thinking of the former justice with lingering fear. "I heard that the brooms used by the Stulusson family are all specially made by highly skilled broom-making craftsmen through special channels, and the safety is guaranteed." A series of performance indicators related to speed were only available after the [-]th century. An important link that is recognized and respected by ordinary wizards, it is only emphasized in certain professional fields at this time.

Durmstrang is very forward-thinking in offering a flight course for young wizards. As long as he can fly to the sky on a broomstick during the final exam, the students will live up to the expensive tuition fees—this is from The flying professor who slipped his tongue in class is also the true opinion of most semi-professionals who have no direct connection with professional Quidditch.

"Haven't you thought about making yourself a broom?" Victor didn't believe that Heimdall would spend a whole school year with a household broom that had no acceleration at all.

"I don't plan to start a broom manufacturing company and compete with future Nimbus and Sweepers."

Heimdall's words are indeed arrogant, but he can indeed make an epoch-making broomstick, which will definitely attract the attention of the professional field.The former justice who enjoyed the infinite scenery on the dangerous peak yearned for "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" in his life, and he was not sensitive to communication, fighting monsters and upgrading.

"I've thought about it," Heimdall stared at a broom handle carved into a thick penis with profound Marxist-Leninist dialectical eyes, "after the new year, I plan to check how much money I have under my name, and by the way, find out if I can How much have I inherited from the cheap old man? I think the most convenient job I did in my previous life was to be a local tyrant in the Quidditch world besides being a judge. These days there are so many Quidditch teams, big and small, buying a small team should be It doesn't cost much, does it?"

Then he took off the broom handle of his penis.

Victor eyed the broomstick critically, "Why don't you just form a team yourself?"

"...Build it yourself?" Heimdall, who was in a daze, unconsciously clenched the dildo...

The master's face darkened for a moment.

"Honey," the master circled his shoulders again, and brushed his lips against his ears when he lowered his head, "If Vasilyevich's memory is not wrong, the male wizard standing obliquely behind us with an unfriendly look on his face might be The cheap old man in your mouth."

Heimdall was shocked, "Really?" But he didn't try to look back.

The posture of the sweetheart holding the dildo in broad daylight is too shameful. The master just wants to monopolize this scene and refuses to share it with others. With a stern expression, he removes the broom handle which is obtrusive and throws it aside.

Heimdall was quickly distracted by his movements, and no longer paid attention to the peeping father, calling "my broomstick", staring at the object going away in a parabola.

The master stopped him from picking it up, and assured him with good words, "Do you like that kind of broom handle? It's easy. Let's go into the workshop, ask the price, and pick a broom handle. Make one according to my size at the right price you are satisfied with." The tone was full of firmness that could not be neglected.

Heimdall couldn't help smiling, "Listen to you."

The two walked into the small workshop hand in hand.

As for the father hiding in the corner and gnashing his teeth, since he doesn't want people to find out, why disturb his interest?

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When I was 15 years old, just after the New Year, the Quadrennial Quidditch World Cup qualifiers started all over the world. Since the first Quidditch World Cup was held in 1473, this event has accumulated a hundred years of history. It is a wild wizarding team sport. To win the world's attention and obsession made a big contribution.

You may not like Quidditch, but you cannot deny its charm.

Quidditch is full of murderous intentions these years, and the shadow of death always hangs over the arena. The players are almost playing the game under the watchful eye of death. It is a shame to buy a ticket and enter the arena to wave the flag if you don't break at least two arms after a game. audience.

In an unpopular qualifying match, Heimdall witnessed the fierceness of the original Quidditch. A Chaser in the away game was hit in the head by the batter of the home team. Distraught witnesses said the Chaser rained blood as he fell from the air.Whether what the eyewitnesses said is true can no longer be verified afterwards. It is true that the unfortunate Chaser left a shocking pool of blood on the fallen turf...

What Heimdall didn't expect was that the referee only asked about the situation of the injured man who was apparently unconscious, and didn't even question the home team's batter who injured someone. The result is a distorted but contemporary picture - the referee turning around and blowing his whistle, telling the visiting team to bring a replacement Chaser on, before nonchalantly declaring the game on.

Players who lack restraint and lawlessness, rough and violent Quidditch games, game rules full of loopholes, team doctors who lack the awareness of saving lives and the wounded, and backward medical standards... All these shocked the local tycoon Kenny, and he felt that he should Doing something, not out of lofty ambitions to promote the development of Quidditch sports science, he can't just watch his team become cannon fodder stepping stones for the groping movement of Quidditch.

After the local tycoon Kenny watched the game, he ran two more games non-stop, repeatedly confirmed the Quidditch style of this era, and then passed a message to the officials of the International Quidditch League through his Quidditch fan grandfather , officially started the difficult journey of making "Quidditch more disciplined".

Yes, you read that right, local tycoon Kenny, Heimdall, who has successfully created a regional Quidditch team, used the name of "local tyrant Kenny" at the beginning of his establishment, and he is now a veritable team owner , owns, um... even the house elf who is in charge of cleaning, the entire team and the rich boss himself, a total of 6 members.

Anyone who knows a little about the rules of Quidditch knows that a team needs 7 members.

"You can't get permission to play if you don't make up seven people," the staff told Boss Kenny when he went to the International Quidditch League office to register the team information. "It's another matter to be absent due to various reasons during the game." You understand the connotation of lack of staff.

Heimdall noticed that the wizard, who never forgot to take care of the sparse hair on his head, did not point out that among the six people there was a house elf who was obviously used as a supplement. In fact, this was added by Heimdall on his own initiative. The young team leader who came to register was short of breath from nervousness, and looked frizzy as if he had done something wrong.

Heimdall gave him a calm look, and continued to deal with the staff. After 10 minutes, he got a satisfactory answer and left the office. Half an hour later, he came to the league's team registration again with the newly filled information. This time, his team "Proud Heimdall" was successfully included in the increasingly large database of the International Quidditch League, which was the first step for the subsequent professionalization.

Proud Heimdall — Mr. Victor Krum contributed his wisdom. The name Heimdall wanted was "Victor and Rigg", but the master disagreed.

He said categorically: "'Rig' belongs to me, you can't put it under the eyes of the public, and let anyone shout it!"

Heimdall compromised and thought of a few more names, but none of them felt good. Finally, the master made a final decision: Proud Heimdall!

It is vulgar to use his own name as the team name, but Heimdall is a common man if he can’t stand it. The initial embarrassment is fleeting. He quickly accepted this setting. Catchy, Boss Kenny beamed with joy in his heart.

The reason why Heimdall was able to successfully apply for the "operating license" for the second time was very simple. He found a local Quidditch team and asked them to agree to head him for the proud Heimdall—by everyone Love's great Jin Gallon clears the way and blesses.

The registration procedures for the Quidditch team in the [-]th century were not complicated, and there was no need for player real-name registration. There are no commercial clubs at the moment. After gathering enough people, they will go to the stadium designated by the league to play a game with another team. ——The opponents can be determined by themselves or arranged by the league. Regardless of the result, it will be considered a pass. This is to prevent the flood of team registrations.

To put it bluntly, playing a game does not determine whether this team is qualified, but anyway, the league is indeed trying to change Quidditch, trying to make this wizarding sport with thousands of obsessed people better.

This screening method is simpler than making heads. It was the team that lent players to them. Not only did they generously rent four players who could play immediately to the proud Heimdall, but they also dedicated themselves to deliberately losing during the game. , Let the proud Heimdall get off to a good start in team building.Afterwards, the boss of the Quidditch team puffed out his chubby belly, counted the Galleons in his pocket, and told Heimdall it was after-sales service with a smile.

The news that Heimdall had built a Quidditch team quickly reached the ears of the "Grandfather of Quidditch fans" mentioned above, and he received a message from his grandfather on the same day, asking him to take time to go home.

This grandfather is not recognized as a godfather, nor is it an expression of intimacy to the elders who are close to him—Biadni Strulusson, the father of Yolf's biological father Osgrim, and Yolf's real grandfather.

The reason why the grandfather of a senior fan called him is usually to exchange information between fans-Biadni thought that Heimdall was as crazy and obsessed as he was, and then his grandfather discovered another skill of his grandson, cooking, So he called Heimdall to serve him more and more.

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The reason why the former justice, who has mastered nine skills in the kitchen, can light up the last one in the sixteenth world, is first of all inseparable from his motivation. No matter how stupid a person is, he has been studying in the kitchen for a year and a half without distraction, and a plate of fried rice with eggs is still worth it. Not being able to take it down made the former justice feel so embarrassed, not to mention that Heimdall really wanted to improve his cooking skills.

Victor served him all his life with no regrets in terms of food, clothing, housing, and transportation. He should repay him in this life. Therefore, when the former justice was 13 years old, he determined that he could shake a custom-made large iron pot, and devoted himself to cooking. In the sea of ​​scrambling.Cooking proved to be more intriguing to him than making potions, and he got great satisfaction from culinary acceptance.

Victor's attitude made Heimdall firm in his goal of learning to the end. He sought out teachers from all over the world while improving his basic cooking skills. He devoted himself to researching and trying constantly through the few so-called recipes he got from other chefs, and then he was dissatisfied. At that time, Europe's backward food style made a special visit to the Chinese dynasty in the sixteenth century, and came back a lot of heresy in the eyes of wizards in the sixteenth century, which were said to be ingredients.

Heimdall's culinary skills today are extraordinary-compared with European cooks at this stage.Egg fried rice?joke!Chowder?despise him?Frying and stir-frying are easy, carrots are carved out of Kamayla, and vegetables and potatoes are fried to bloom. If you have any requirements, please feel free to come!

He doesn't talk to cheap father. Except for those close to him, few people in the family know that his culinary skills have improved by leaps and bounds. Therefore, except for the old man who is lucky enough to eat the dishes carefully prepared by the former justice, the remaining proportion is the most. Jolf's grandfather Biadney.

Every time the family brother Suo Errong wanted to eat cheekily, he would be disturbed by the sharp-eyed Grandpa Yolf, who would mess around to guard against Suo Errong's act of stealing food.

As soon as Mr. Biardini was free, he clamored to order food with his grandson, and he was particularly appreciative of his grandson's craftsmanship. After coming and going, the grandson and grandson cultivated some real family affection through eating, drinking and drinking.Heimdall silently cast his eyes on the wisdom of the Chinese dinner table.

The old man waved his fork excitedly, and the thick sauce of the braised pork knuckle was sprinkled on the snow-white skirt.I wanted to talk to Heimdall on the left, but changed my mind and stretched his chin forward. The devoted house elf immediately appeared, and carefully wiped off the soup on the old man's cheek and forehead. After completing the task, he was silent He retreated without interest.

Biadney faced Heimdall again, and said excitedly, "Don't leave today, stay with me for a few more days." He let out a contented sigh.

Braised elbow should not appear in the daily recipes of the elderly, although Heimdall is called by Biadney to cook every now and then, and the elbow is only once a month.The Grand Master protested Heimdall's abuse of the elderly more than once, and Heimdall ignored his complaints.

Biadney complains and complains, and will not break the rules set by Chef Rigg on his own initiative: For example, the elbow is eaten once a month. If the performance last month is good, it can be increased by half a month depending on the actual situation.

Heimdall was reborn from an octogenarian age, and he could understand the emptiness and loneliness of Biadney's old life.Yolf's grandfather lost his wife in middle age, followed by his daughter's death. His relationship with his son, who pursues independence, has always been so cold that it is almost bad.After Heimdall became Jolf, he worked hard to close the relationship between his grandparents and his grandchildren. During the time he was with Biardney, he could hardly see his relatives visiting him. Before that, the only ones who accompanied the Grand Master day and night were only the startled house elves. .

The appearance of Heimdall made Biadney recall the family life he had been away for many years, and his grandson Jolf became more and more important in his heart—the status of the master also rose accordingly. When the time came, Heimdall He disclosed his lover relationship with Principal Vasilyevich to the Grand Master—beyond his own son Osgrim who ignored him.

"Oh, that's right, I almost forgot..." The old man suddenly got excited during the meal, and said with bright eyes. "I heard that arrogant Oppenheimer of yours was going to play a team from Rome? I heard that the 'crazy walleye' who was ranked fifth in the Nordic region was supposed to face the challenge from the Southern European region? I still listen Said that the captain of the walleye and their female boss parted ways, and their main force ran away? I heard that the Southern European side didn't take this game seriously, saying that you are...you are..." He stopped Whisper, "Bring me my notepad!"

After flipping through it quickly, he turned back nonchalantly and said, "A disgusting stinky root?"

"I've heard that too," Heimdall put down the spoon. "The main Seeker on our team told me that the wizards in the city of Rome have a potion raw material whose name is similar to that of Heimdall when boiled in water. This Seeker has four points. One of the Italian ancestry, the rumors should not be fabricated by him. The other grandfather is 'proud Heimdall'."

Master Biardini waved his hand, "Don't place too much hope on the Italians, they are rigid and lack imagination."

Heimdall shrugged. "My opinion is the opposite. They are always thinking about it. Do you need an admission ticket? I can get you a few. They are all special stands."

"I'm not going to Italy!" Biadni refused without thinking.

Heimdall learned not to waste time in persuading Biadni to change his mind, and raised his glass calmly, "I wish our team a successful start."

Biadni was pleased by the "we" in the words, and clinked glasses with him cheerfully. When he put down the glass, he suddenly became worried, "Do you really want the Italian main players to play for our team?"

"Our main force is only one-quarter Italian."

"You shouldn't pin the dispute between the North and the South on foreigners." Biadney has a strong Nordic plot, just like the old-school pure-blood British wizards always inadvertently show contempt when talking about other European countries, owning Hara Biadney, who is of the lineage of King Holfag I, doesn't like the cynical Southern Europe. He hates their messy system from the bottom of his heart, and there are even worse languages ​​than the system.

Those guys are vulnerable.

Of course, Biadney also doesn’t think that southern Europe is full of beauties who release dazzling vitality—that’s definitely a rumor. According to him, he flatly rejected the marriage proposals of no less than 10 southern European witches when he was young, and he wholeheartedly pursued Jolf’s grandmother. And he never regrets the choices he made. It is because of his indomitable spirit and firm belief in nationalism that he has perfect offspring—for the next month’s most elbows, he does not forget to compliment his grandson indirectly.

Jolf's grandmother was a great beauty related to Lusalka--the portraits attest to it--so Biadni's smugness is not convincing.

Heimdall gave up on twisting his thinking, pretended not to notice what he meant, and said directly, "Maybe it will have a miraculous effect."

"That will only consume the luck of the team in advance, after all, they are foreigners." He expressed regret for Sun Tzu's insistence.

Heimdall smiled, "I will think about it carefully."

Monsieur Biardney's melancholy continued unabated.

The house-elf reports, and Lord Osgrim visits.

Biadni shivered nervously, dropped the handkerchief in his hand, and looked at his grandson in panic.

He is sick again.

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Osgrim's critical gaze withdrew from the man standing in front of the window, as if in order to prevent any possibility of leading to a conversation, he quickly stared in another direction, with a clear and sharp refusal attitude.However, the man in front of the window, that is, Master Krum, did not spend a moment on his pretentious posture, nor did he intend to break the silence. The awkward atmosphere came to an abrupt end when Heimdall walked into the room.

Heimdall glanced at Osgrim calmly, and the other party's response was even colder.Heimdall felt happy, and walked briskly to his partner.The two exchanged a kiss, as if they had practiced hundreds of times, the intimacy was smooth without any violation or stagnation.

Osgrim's eyes lingered on Heimdall for a few seconds for the first time, and his son's "way of attracting his attention" made him have a lot of opinions-he was very confident in his own judgment.

The interaction in front of the window was still going on as if no one was there.

"How did you come here?" Heimdall asked.

Victor squeezed his hand, "Come and visit grandpa."

"Then come with me." Heimdall raised his eyebrows deliberately, "Do you need to reveal some secrets to please your grandfather?"

"I wish I could." Victor put his arms around his shoulders and walked side by side with him.

Osgrim, who was sitting on the bench, realized that he would be ignored until the end if he didn't do anything. He angrily called Heimdall, "Didn't you see me sitting here, Yolf!"

If Yolf tried to use this method to win his attention, he was doomed to miscalculate his wishful thinking.Osgrim has always refused to recognize that his son's urgency to draw a line is not out of pretending to do the opposite to attract his attention. They are all stimulated by the cruel reality and have a headache, but there is no way to improve it.

The reason why Osgrim caused harm to Jolf was because Jolf wanted to be loved by his father; Heimdall, who had experienced the "fatherly love" skill in his previous life, had a full set of skills, and there was no room left for the sixteenth-century Cheap Daddy plays, and Osgrim's indifference plays into his hands.Heimdalba had no choice but to curry favor with the patriarch Strulusong, who was born but not raised. Isn't everyone happy that everyone lives in peace?

Heimdall turned around and said, "I'm sorry, Grandpa doesn't want to see you."

The other party's calmness left Osgrim speechless, and he could only express his displeasure at being neglected through glaring.Then, ignoring Heimdall's increasingly obvious expression of disapproval, he pushed away the two people standing in front of him, and walked towards Biadney's room with his head held high.

At that time, Mr. Biardney had already laid down on the bed in a hurry, just to avoid Osgrim who "doesn't understand human language". It can be seen that the father and son who are not on good terms actually know each other very well.

The couple stood aside and did not speak.Heimdall finally looked at the cheap father, and thought to himself, could it be that the cheap father is having a happy event?Look at this ruddy complexion and vigor, at first glance I thought it was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, he was very energetic.Different from Heimdall's random thoughts, Victor, who was also silently observing Osgrim, narrowed his eyes slightly, pieced together some clues, and soon had a not-so-beautiful guess, and then glanced at the sea without any trace. Mdar.

Osgrim stood beside Biadney's bed, knowing that the other party was moaning innocently, but before questioning him, he grabbed the house elf who had been trying to stop him.The old elf was held by him, and the courage he had finally summoned was wiped out, and he was trembling with fright.

"The old man is sick? Didn't he be fine three days ago? How did you take care of the old man!"

A series of stern and heartfelt questions crackled down, the house elf burst into tears, and his shrill voice echoed in the room, "The Grand Master is not sick... not sick..." It cannot lie to Osgrim.

Osgrim achieved his goal, left the elf behind, and looked expressionlessly at the bump on the bed facing away from him, "Father."

Biadney turned over and sat up, and met Osgrim's eyes. The cold faces of the father and son were very similar, and the atmosphere of tension filled the whole room in an instant.

The house-elf curled up in a corner, biting his fingers.

Biadni glared at Osgrim fiercely, did not give the other party a chance to speak, and ignored him, opened his mouth and shouted, "Erna come quickly!"

Heimdall smoothed out the folds on the placket and made his debut.

Quickly stepped forward to support Biadni, who was inexplicably excited, and massaged Biadni's slightly arched back with his left hand, "We are not in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, come, take a deep breath—" With the help of Heimdall Under the pressure, Biadni's intense panting subsided.After his breathing returned to normal, Biadni looked a little tired.

He waved his hand weakly, "Erna dear, let your brother leave, I don't want to talk to him."

Erna is the eldest daughter of Biardeni. She loves to seek thrills since she was a child. When she grew up to school age, she officially came into contact with magic. She soon fell in love with doing experiments, and proved her worth through various dangerous experiments, and gained physical and mental pleasure from them. At the age of 16, he ran away from home regardless of his family's opposition. Seven months later, he and his new like-minded boyfriend died in an experimental explosion.

I heard that the scene of the explosion was bloody and horrible. Osgrim, who went to identify the corpse, hadn’t eaten all day. When Erna was buried, the fingers of her left hand and the toe bones of her right toe were incomplete.

In the first few years of Erna's death, Biadney, because he refused to accept the reality, confusedly regarded various wizards as Erna.Because of his father's troubles, Osgrim lost countless hairs.After continuous treatment, the symptoms have finally improved in the past few years. As long as they are not exposed to stimuli—for example, related to Erna, they are almost the same as ordinary people.

Is Biadney all right?Of course.Heimdall knew well that his grandfather used Aunt Erna more than once to force his son to leave.Doesn't Osgrim know that his father is playing dumb?Of course I know, but what can I do?

Heimdall thinks that Daddy is not too scumbag when it comes to filial piety to the elderly.

Osgrim's face changed a few times, and he left in a huff.

With the help of Heimdall, Biadney lay back down again.

"You also stay for a few days." Biadney said to Victor, who was doing a simple examination for him.

Victor smiled slightly, "You are welcome."

Fives,

Sure enough, Osgrim was not easy to dismiss. After the couple left Biadney's room, they were dragged by Osgrim's house elf.

Heimdall was not surprised when he heard the purpose of the house elf's visit. He said to the master, "I'm going to see him, how about you?"

The master is not interested in seeing Osgrim again, so he decided to go to the library to pass the time. Recently, he is researching on catching novelty pets with a few pen pals. At a critical moment, if he is not thinking about Heimdall, he must still be living in Durmster In Lang's room, he buried his head in the desk day and night.

After this age, his and Heimdall's living habits were reversed.

The house-elf took Heimdall to a small room with a fireplace. It seemed to be a children's room. The large color blocks revealed a childishness. Except for regular cleaning, the door was rarely opened.

Osgrim didn't greet him, and Heimdall just found a seat and sat down.

The silence was first broken by Osgrim, "This is my room."

Heimdall's answer was to change the sitting position.

Osgrim's nameless fire sprang up, but as soon as he met Heimdall's eyes, he couldn't say anything about the scolding that came to his lips.Those eyes couldn't see the desire to try to move him, and he was no longer unfamiliar with such indifference. These years, the father and son have been strangers, and the time spent with his son is not even as good as the lunch time between the reclusive Mr. Biardini and his grandson. long.

He and his late wife have only one son. Although he spent a long time ignoring him, the reality told him that all self-paralysis was futile. Today he has to admit that Yolf is his only heir.

Yolf's academic career does not seem to have any bright spots. Except for the creation of the "Experimental Research Laboratory", his performance in the school has been mediocre for several years. Overwhelmed by Strong's many outstanding students, the vice principal once couldn't wait to find Osgrim because of Yolf's rare talent.Osgrim didn't know what kind of mentality Yolf was deliberately downplaying his talent. At the beginning, he ignored the vice-principal's elation as if he had found a treasure, and today he would not be angry because Yolf was willing to be mediocre.

"What's your plan after graduation?" Osgrim couldn't find any other entry point, so he could only start from the safest topic of studies, step by step. He didn't know as much about his son as the house elves knew.

Heimdall has no intention of confronting him. Osgrim is Jolf's biological father, and he has an advantage in identity. After these years of cold treatment, Heimdall is very satisfied with the current unfamiliar relationship with Osgrim. --a familiar stranger.Smooth out the various contradictions that may arise between father and son in the later period, and minimize the hidden danger of Osgrim killing his own son. The way to deal with it is simple and simple. All misleading factors, unfortunately, this is difficult for Yolf who has some autistic symptoms since childhood.

But for Heimdall, it's like tailor-made, time is money, and immediate results can save him a lot of Galleons. The former justice liked the simple and rude solution most during his tenure.

"I'm sure you've heard that I've been running a Quidditch team for the past few years, and the results so far are relatively optimistic. My team and I are optimistic about the development of the team and the future of the Quidditch industry. It will be very Make money." Heimdall cut to the chase.

Of course Osgrim knew about "Proud Heimdall". To be honest, he was not surprised that this team has come a long way. His eyes had insight into opportunities. At that time, he did not approve of Yolf's judgment. Today's prestigious wizarding families rarely focus on the cultivation of Quidditch-related industries. Although everyone agrees with the future development of Quidditch, but He didn't want to be the first volunteer to test the waters for the public, but his silent son became a pioneer.

This is not in line with the consistent impression that Yolf left on his family, but after thinking about the changes in Yolf in recent years, Osgrim felt that it was reasonable again. question.Facts have proved that Yolf's choice is impressive. Could it be that his son has an innate vision for Quidditch?

"The professors in Durmstrang don't think so." Osgrim didn't show the slightest intention to agree, still acting tough and indifferent.

"There are so many disapprovals from the professors. If I follow the will of the professors as a program of action, I will choose to stay in school." Heimdall is not afraid to offend Durmstrang, who wants to give himself a diploma. He is an outstanding alumnus praised by teachers and students of the whole school, and now he wants to change the course.

As early as the day when he entered the school as Yolf, he gave up striving for the outstanding alumni medal in this life. Avoiding the path that Yolf walked was his plan to prolong his life in this life.

"To tell you the truth," Heimdall straightened his back. "I am very optimistic about the future trend of Quidditch. Now the Quidditch movement has countless supporters all over the world. In the future, this number will increase and reach an inestimable peak. The International Quidditch League has not yet been established. It is not long, and the speaking strength and background are still shallow. It takes a lot of time and practice to prove their role. Many rules have not yet been formulated. Western Europe is the birthplace of Quidditch and the compass for rule formulation. We follow suit behind the wizards of Western Europe. In fact, we in Scandinavia have no shortage of elite soldiers. Looking at the momentum of non-governmental organization competitions, aside from bloody and brutal things, our players are top-notch.