HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall walked into the front hall graciously. The chaotic door has returned to the orderly way it used to be. There are still reporters squatting in a corner unwillingly. Seeing him appear, they hurriedly raised their cameras and pressed the shutter.Heimdall was completely unaware that he didn't want to condone some reporters' overreach.

The day before, after the master said the heartfelt words that made his heart tremble, Heimdall cosplayed "Cao Cao" in front of the stunned Krum family.

Before the window was opened, there was an episode that was actually negligible in the opinion of Director Strulusson. The little Ge in the white falcon was so excited that he was carried away, and his head hit the tightly stitched glass window, making a loud noise.Under the watchful eyes of Krum, who could still laugh at the situation, Li Xiaoge was helplessly and awkwardly helped in by the ecstatic master, narrowly avoiding the possibility of a high-altitude parabolic.

Only Mrs. Krum’s face is unpredictable like a palette—peacock blue can’t be seen with a mask, she groans weakly and heavily, but it’s a pity that the eldest grandson hugs Heimdall tightly like a lost and recovered treasure, The old lady coughed a few times but didn't get his attention back.

Now the old lady is really weak.

"Frank..." She turned to another kind of support. "Frank, help me out for a walk."

Peacock Blue didn't move at first, but the old lady yelled again. Bernick started to help grandma, but Peacock Blue grabbed Old Mrs. Krum's wrist one step ahead of him, and put her arm into his own.

The old lady walked out of the room with a hunched back and a gray face.

In other words, the old Mrs. Krum compromised, at least until Victor recovered, provided that Peacock Blue was not behind the scenes.

Heimdall, who was hugging his boyfriend, glanced coldly at his leaving back, his expression was unpredictable. It is certain that the noble idea of ​​repaying hatred with virtue is definitely not in his mind.

The tall female assistant followed them and left quietly.

"Let's go too." Bernick said to his parents. It is estimated that the two in front of them can't take care of their family affairs.

The family of three touched Heimdall's head respectively and left the ward.

There were only conjoined twins in the ward, as well as Plov Klum whose hands and feet were not known where to put them. He looked at his son and his son's boyfriend in a daze, not knowing what he thought of.

Heimdall felt that now was not the time to get close to him and try to improve the relationship, so he just pretended not to find out and acted majestic.

"I will not marry any girl, and I will not have children, whether Rigg is there or not, these will not change." As reiterated in the previous declaration, Rigg is in Weiwei, and vice versa.

This is the first time that Victor has made such a desperate statement in front of his father on this issue. He said affirmative sentences without pleading or questioning, and only stated a fact that seemed to have been verified.

Plov's face was pale, so pale that Heimdall felt terrified when he accidentally glanced at it, and couldn't help but worry.Victor was also taken aback by this situation. The two of them had just made a move when the Horntail on the door said listlessly: [Nurse Krum] No matter how people are cheering inside or outside the door, it will always look the same. The appearance of staying out of the matter is very different from the reality of the hornet dragon who is prone to fire and thunder.

"Rig, you are here, how do you prepare for lunch?" Anna casually greeted, and after putting on the robe, she was no longer just Victor's mother, but a dedicated nurse, and she was the one who took care of all the patients. It’s hard for Victor to see her during work, so she doesn’t know about Heimdall’s “disappearance” these days. When she sees Heimdall staying in her son’s room, she just takes it for granted. I don't really care about being together.

Next, Anna stated the purpose of this: "Victor, please get rid of the reporters and fans gathered outside the front hall as soon as possible. The family members of the patients had a very bad impression, and they should not be allowed to continue to hang around there, this is a treatment center, and the noise is really outrageous."

"Victor's assistant has already gone out to stop it, and... um," Heimdall took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. "There is still more than half an hour, I believe those people will disperse."

"Very good." Anna nodded, and she couldn't help but wondered when she saw Plov standing there as if under a petrification spell. "What’s wrong with you?"

Plov stared blankly at Anna, who looked bewildered.

Plov regained consciousness in an instant, wiped his face, and the first thing that flashed in his mind was a young woman wearing a belt embroidered with violet branches, and then he saw the woman's face, which was Anna when she was young; when the picture turned, it was A stack of letters, it was Anna's letter confessing her illness to him, and Plov suddenly felt sore in his heart; then there was the picture of him pretending not to know in front of his mother and announcing his marriage date. Concealment, it was really frightening at that time; then there was the wedding that was so beautiful that I thought about it so far, and the great joy that Victor's birth brought to the two of them; after the joy, the son was taken away by his mother, and Anna covered her mouth and sobbed.

Victor's upbringing was extremely unfamiliar to Plov. He never seemed to have considered, or had the opportunity to consider, what role he played in his son's life.Passively, in a daze, waiting for others to give him options and point out the answer, he just numbly drew the option that "should be selected", and it has always been like this.

Thinking of this, Plov touched his chest, and it seemed that he didn't have much feeling. He was probably used to it. Didn't it mean that getting used to it came naturally.He also thought of his mother's private comments about Heimdall, and always felt that something flashed through his mind, but he couldn't catch that thought.

So he gritted his teeth and changed to a more straightforward way: [I will not marry any girl, nor will I have children, whether Rigg is there or not, these will not change. 】As if a seemingly impenetrable wall collapsed like ice under the scorching sun.

Plov felt his eyes go black, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself hugging his wife and sobbing and calling her name.

Anna patted his thick back and comforted him softly. At the same time, the first relaxed smile appeared on his face since the illegitimate child incident.

"Have you finally figured it out?" Anna sighed.

Plov whimpered and complained: "Victor likes boys, our son likes men, we won't have grandchildren..."

"Yes, there won't be any." Anna stroked her husband's cheek.

When Plov heard it, he cried even more sadly, and his heart was broken.

Whisper and Rigg were dumbfounded.

Anna smiled helplessly at the two, "It takes a long time for some people to digest a thing that they don't want to face. The location comes up and breaks it all..." followed by lip-syncing: That's how your dad is.

This is also the reason why Anna didn't try to spend energy to change his concept on this matter, but said some good things for Heimdall in a very measured manner. All the reasons are valid, and those good words day after day will become the biggest reference after "figuring it out".

Victor and Heimdall looked at each other, a little dumbfounded.

"Dad." Victor hesitated.

Plov turned around, with tears and snot all over his face, facing such a face, it really couldn't get darker.

Victor turned his head around the words on his lips, and slid back.

Plov held his son's hand, but turned to Heimdall, "Men... have no children..."

Heimdall laughed dryly.

Plov suddenly dropped Victor's hand and took Heimdall's with such force that it seemed to snap his bones.Heimdall resisted not to shake off.

"Man! No children!" Plov suddenly yelled, then his mouth shrank, and he turned and threw himself back into his wife's arms.

Anna bit her lower lip desperately.

Heimdall was dumbfounded, what does this mean?

Plov was still babbling about things like "Men...have no children...".

"Shall we go out?" Anna whispered softly.

Plov nodded, and looked back at Heimdall when he went out, and said with aggrieved expression: "Man... has no children..."

Anna gave her son and Heimdall a look of control, as if telling them that this hurdle was over.

Heimdall and Victor, who understood the hint, were relieved at the same time, and then became excited.

Heimdall was dazed by the dramatic scene, and Li Xiaoge in his heart was shaking his buttocks and twisting Yangko, so happy that he was about to pass out.

There was no sound in the room for a while, and after a while, Heimdall jumped up and hurriedly undressed his boyfriend and asked him to lie down again, but was stopped by Victor.

"It's almost there, Mr. Sturluson, please accompany me to face the suspicious reporters and sentimental fans."

Heimdall grinned and took his hand.

He pushed open the window, and Olar flapped his wings twice, flew out of the window, swept across the roof in the blink of an eye, and disappeared behind a row of chimneys.

He closed the window, and Victor on the hospital bed groaned, affecting Heimdall's thoughts.

Scarletta didn't seem to notice the patient's abnormality, and continued to smear on her hands, but her movements were a little more careful than before.

The scars on Victor’s back continued to spread, and his pain was getting worse every day. The therapists and nurses comforted the patients and their families with the same words of comfort. Heimdall could only force himself to put on a relieved expression , not wanting to affect Victor's emotions.

He sent Scarletta out as usual, taking the opportunity to seek more truth.

"Is Victor's disease getting worse? Have you still not found an effective treatment?"

Scarletta lowered her voice and said, "The new treatment method just started yesterday, don't worry, it will work."

Heimdall had no choice but to nod in understanding as usual.It is consoling that it is not known whether Victor’s health is good or the factors that induce his disease are less accumulated in his body. His condition is not as serious as other patients admitted to the hospital at the same time, and the expansion is not as fast as others.Heimdall was thinking about this, trying to use it to forget the lingering horror in his mind.

Scarletta patted his arm and walked to the next room.

There was a sudden commotion at the other end of the aisle, and the Horntail's room was at the bottom of the aisle, so Heimdall couldn't figure out what was going on for a while.The family members of the green dragon room next door opened the door and stretched their necks to look around. It was a young lady in a flaxen wizard robe, then turned her head to look at him, and gave him a wink to watch together.

In the past few days, Heimdall has gradually become acquainted with the family members in the nearby wards. Perhaps it is the mentality of sympathy that makes the family members form a group, and everyone helps and takes care of each other.

Heimdall glanced back at the Horntail's room. Victor, who had taken the potion and applied the ointment, had already fallen asleep under the double sedation.

Heimdall watched anxiously for a while, until he was sure that everything was as usual, he gently closed the door, and walked towards the noisy place together with the impatient lady.

Heimdall soon discovered that the chaos was coming from the Ridgeback room, and that the patient in that room was Solger.

Familiar roars gushed out from the wide-open door, and many family members gathered in the aisle to watch the fun. They were discussing with each other and asking what happened here.

Nurses and nurses ran from all directions and rushed into the Ridgeback room. Heimdall moved his position, only to see the same wizard robe dangling in it, making people dizzy, occasionally accompanied by Solger's There was a roar and the therapist gradually became harsher to appease.

"roll!!!"

With a hoarse roar, it was the ashen-faced Palme who was kicked out of the door. He subconsciously turned around and entered the ward again, and for some reason stopped moving forward.Under the scrutiny of the people around him, he walked aside dejectedly, lowered his head, and leaned against the wall wearily.

Heimdall thought for a while and decided not to disturb him. He needed to be alone at this time.

Magazines and newspapers were thrown out of the room one after another, and the commotion became more and more out of control.

A weekly magazine with a red cover spun in the air, fell to the ground, and scraped in a certain direction on the slippery ground.The magazine finally hit the brown baseboard, completing a series of thrilling migrations.

Heimdall looked down at the unrecognizable weekly magazine that was parked at his feet. The big headline was spread across the unfolded page, which read: Steel Parrot Ace Willy Danler held a mysterious woman at night, and the two behaved intimately. We had a great conversation.According to rumors, the woman is Danle's fiancée, and Danle spent a lot of money to buy priceless jewelry for her.According to insiders, the two began to prepare for the wedding.

For fear that readers might not be able to see clearly, they outlined the faces of the two people in the photo with glowing golden circles. Of course, they did not forget the sparkling diamond necklace around their necks. This is the old style of wizard gossip news, but separated It's far away, so I can't see clearly, but that posture seems to be too intimate.

Even though wizards all over Europe are in panic all day long due to strange diseases, gossip news magazines arrive as scheduled. It is said that the sales of various gossip weekly magazines have increased instead of falling in the recent period, which fully demonstrates the importance of gossip to improve the human spiritual world. guiding role.

Now Heimdall understood why Solger suddenly went crazy. In other words, he probably figured out why Willy Danler still refused to show up.

Heimdall was feeling emotional because of this, someone walked up to him and called his name.

Heimdall looked up, surprised: "Grand Elder?"

Lange smiled at him, "Hello."

"Hi." Heimdall said hurriedly. "You came to see Solger?" He felt that he was talking nonsense again.

Another wave of Solger's roar sounded dramatically, followed by the sound of the door being closed.

Palme lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly, this time, he finally chose to ignore it.

Elder Lange said without changing his face, "I'll come to see you."

"Look at me?" Heimdall was dumbfounded.

"How are you?" Long said.

Although a little puzzled, Heimdall quickly replied, "I'm fine, thank you."

"Just say what you need." Lange said kindly.

Heimdall understood what he meant, Lange and Victor were not related, and the elders of Krum's family didn't care whether they were dead or alive, but he didn't mind being a slave to the subordinates of the family. One generation contributes some power, although this power may not be used on the next generation itself in the end.

"Thank you." Heimdall thanked him again. It would be false to say that he was not moved.

Seeing Lange seeming to be in a hurry to leave, Heimdall couldn't help asking, "Aren't you going to visit Solger?"

"I'm not a therapist."

Heimdall was speechless in the face of Lange's natural expression.

"What are you looking at?" Victor had been looking at him for a while.

Heimdall put down the letter in his hand, sat on the edge of the bed, stroked his hair, "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

"It doesn't hurt as much as it did before going to bed." Victor gradually learned to be calm. Instead of taking into account the emotions of his sweetheart and deceiving him in good faith, which would make his sweetheart even more depressed, it is better to tell the truth, and they worked together. face.

This is the master's biggest feeling and harvest after going through these days.

Heimdall stared at his slightly pale face, and after a while, he suddenly said: "That Frank, I think there is a problem. You can't let him contact your family anymore, so he is fired."

"Frank?" The master was at a loss.

Heimdall was delighted by his first reaction, and rewarded him with a hard chomp on his mouth.

"The one with the mask and the peacock-blue wizard's robe, who paid homage to your grandmother."

"No problem." The master said without thinking.

"..." Heimdall's words were exhausted, and he said unwillingly, "Don't you ask why?"

The master raised an eyebrow, "Do you need a reason to fire a bodyguard?"

Heimdall was depressed again. It was the uncle who spent the money. This principle has never changed.

"That means I'm going to tease him, and you won't stop me?" Heimdall said meaningfully.

"Don't kill anyone." The master was only worried that it would be difficult to deal with it, and then hesitated, "...It seems that it is not impossible, as long as you find the right way."

Heimdall laughed loudly, "Your words are enough! Don't worry, no one will be killed." Without tossing him twice, he couldn't swallow this breath.

Afterwards, he stood up and announced condescendingly, "This court will leave for a while, come back before dinner, listen carefully to the therapist and nurse, and wait for this court to come back obediently. If you perform well, this court will reward you greatly."

Victor couldn't help laughing, "I will be obedient, Your Excellency."

The head of the office, Strulusong, nodded coldly, opened the window and left in a form, and the window has been turned over for the past two days.

The owner of the restaurant saw Heimdall coming in, and pointed to him. Heimdall gestured gratefully, and bought two small bottles of drinks at a reasonable price at the bar, and carried them into the box behind the bar.

Nurem, the president of Gringotts Wizarding Bank in Turkey, jumped off a chair that was a bit high for a goblin, and greeted Heimdall who entered the room.

He declined the wizard drink offered by Heimdall, climbed back onto the chair, and faced Heimdall face to face.

Heimdall uncorked the bottle and took a sip of the cherry-flavored sparkling wine.

"You found it earlier than I expected." Heimdall smiled.

"Can you not come?" President Nulun said with a resentful expression on his face. "If he doesn't come again, Mendin will definitely rush from Switzerland to Turkey and demand a duel with me."

Mending is the president of the Gringotts Wizarding Bank in Switzerland. He is old and quite prestigious among the goblins.Heimdall's own deposits, the pocket money given by Rommel and Snow, and the expensive gifts received during the holidays are all kept in Gringotts, Switzerland, and all the inheritance left to him by his grandmother is also there.

"Are you really planning to transfer all the business of Gringotts Zurich to Gringotts Bank in Ankara?" Newlon asked cautiously.

This is the reason why Mendin wanted to fight with him. The goblin regards money as life, is stubborn, and doesn't know how to be flexible. In addition, the other party is a veteran Mending. Stealing customers, I have been fidgeting since I received Heimdall's letter.

"If you didn't say that, you would have come so fast?" Heimdall didn't answer directly.

Nulun got the answer, and he looked relieved on the face, but he was actually somewhat disappointed in his heart.

"Is there any clue to the matter I asked you to inquire about in the letter?" In fact, this inquiry request was the highlight of the letter sent to Newlon.

Nulun seemed to have figured this out too, and couldn't help but cast a complaining glance at him, and at the same time pushed a piece of parchment over.

"This wizard named Frank can definitely be among the top ten most unpopular customers of goblins. If he continues to be so unscrupulous, he will reach the top of the list sooner or later." Newlon's tone vividly explained this point.

Heimdall picked up the parchment, and on the first line was written his name: Frank Fore.A photo of the event is attached next to it. Although the people in the photo are dressed differently from now, the style of the mask is the same as before.

Heimdall roughly scanned the entire content of the parchment, and the further down he went, the more he was shocked by the nuances and all-inclusiveness of the goblin information network.

"Thank you." Heimdall accepted the parchment with a huge amount of information as calmly as possible, and under Nurem's resentful eyes, he said: "To tell you the truth, I do plan to transfer part of my business from Zurich to another Gringotts."

Nulun's eyes lit up, the old qualifications are all fake, and we must not forget that elves are more realistic than humans.

Heimdall pretended to say, "Please keep it secret for me for the time being."

After running for several streets, I finally found a wizard telephone booth with an old-fashioned receiver sign with wings inserted.

After paying the money quickly, he dialed the number on the letter, and after two rings, Buta's voice came over.

【……Hello?Is it Mr. Sturluson? ] Girl Buta's voice is a little rough, obviously not used to high technology.

"Yes, it's me, Buta. Hello." Heimdall said quickly.

There came a sigh of relief.

"What happened to the thing I told you to look up?" Heimdall said.

[If the Frank you mentioned is this Frank, you will be surprised if you find a few places. The snakes here have all heard his name, so the process went smoothly, but you emphasized not to startle the snake, so we didn’t go any further . 】"us?"

[...Sorry, my ability is limited, this matter cannot be carried out by myself, Gant and Fiona helped me.You can rest assured that they are all good people, they are my classmates in the training class, and I have never said anything I should not say. 】Buta is still receiving systematic training in the young wizard training class under the Kosol Children's Foundation recommended by Heimdall. With the deepening of the coursework, she and Joey and other friends embarked on different paths.Joey and others continued to stay in the classroom taught by Nikolai Yezhov, and it was self-evident what they wanted to do.After the start of this school year, Buta chose a different major, left the original classroom, and drifted away from Joey and others.

The Gant and Fiona she mentioned are classmates in the same major, and they are her new friends.

"It was my negligence. I only gave you a name and let you search aimlessly. I knew that you should not let you take risks. Since you think your friends are fine, I don't care if they are good or bad. I will draw arbitrary conclusions. So you don’t need to apologize, it’s me who should apologize.”

[Don't say that. ] Buta on the other end of the phone blushed with excitement.

"I'm leaving for Bulgaria right now, and we'll talk about it when I get there."

They made an appointment to meet, and they hung up the phone at the same time.