HP's Foreign Land

"Yes Dad, I plan to go back to school on March [-]th or [-]th, and Hina has already started packing for me, yes, everything is fine." Heimdall switched the microphone to the other ear, and laughed . "...I know, of course you remember my birthday, you will never forget it, yes, I never thought you would, so I have been thinking about what you will give me every day since the middle of February..."

Heimdall inadvertently looked to the side, and a restaurant customer who was resting on the sofa hurriedly turned his eyes away. It was just a simple eye contact, but the other party fled in a panic as if he was spotted peeping, blending into the surrounding Among men and women.

Heimdall didn't take it seriously and focused on the other end of the phone.

"Birthday party? No, really no need, just have a meal together as a family. Victor? I plan to treat him to a meal first... Yes, if you have to say that, yes, sweet Candlelight dinner for two. If you don't mind, I can also have a candlelight dinner with you. Don't feel disappointed when the time comes. After all, I'm not your fashionable and beautiful girlfriend..."

Speaking of this, a "terrible" look of annoyance appeared on his face, and he said in his mouth: "I read it in the newspaper, some tabloids will report the affairs of some political celebrities, and I accidentally saw your, um, gossip... No, no, no! Of course I’m not a loyal reader of those newspapers. It’s just to pass the time. When you’re in a bad mood, reading it can help you calm down. , Master information that you can’t usually grasp, haha, yes, gossip has its existence value.”

The restaurant manager gave Heimdall a glass of drink with a decent smile, and Heimdall shook his head apologetically when he smelled it.The manager of the restaurant turned his hand to bring another glass as if conjuring, handed it over without changing his expression, and said "water" with his lips.Heimdall nodded gratefully and took a sip.The manager backed away quietly.

"Where are you now? I'm calling you from the desk of a wizarding restaurant in Belgium."

The manager paused as he left quickly, and stood at an angle where he could hear Heimdall without being noticed by the other party. He seemed to be concentrating on looking at the purchase list in his hand, and straightened his ears.

The manager overlooked a small detail in the decor of their restaurant.Heimdall saw the manager's every move through the shiny imitation metal background wall behind the service desk. He didn't turn around to confirm, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

What did Rommel say on the other end of the phone, Heimdall hurriedly said, "Really not... well, if you insist, we can invite some friends to come... just make it bigger? But I don't know any of those people. Get to know... you're right, let's take the opportunity to get to know each other. 17 is indeed a big day for wizards. What are you going to do? At the ancestral home? Isn't that a family sanctuary? Like a museum, no noise is allowed, except for certain people Other than that, no food and beverages will be provided, and overnight stays are prohibited. Well, since the Great Elder made the decision, um, I understand, how could I object, and I am flattered. Well, ok, I understand, um, take care of your health, goodbye."

Heimdall hung up the phone, and the phone climbed on a wire like a spider, and hung upside down back to the corner of the ceiling.If you look up and search, you will see at least five spider phones entrenched there.

The restaurant manager pretended to continue to pay attention to the list in his hand, and then pretended to suddenly realize that the voice had disappeared, turned his head to look over, then put the list in its original place with a smile on his face, and walked quickly.

"My father loves your gin and raves about your chocolate and bouillabaisse," Heimdall said.

The manager's smile pierced his eyes, "I have entertained Chairman Sturluson twice during my shift. It is a great honor. Your father has a bottle of Dutch gin and a bottle of vodka in our place. Do you want to check?"

"No, ordinary sparkling wine is fine, I don't want to get drunk that day." Heimdall declined the manager's suggestion. "To tell you the truth, the reason why I came to 'Goldfinch' instead of 'Chili Swan' was because I was recommended by an acquaintance. I know that 'Goldfinch' is famous for its reputation, and your price is also very fair."

"Yes! We don't engage in those flashy things, we just need to satisfy every guest who enters the 'Goldfinch' and return home!" The manager with a mustache puffed up his belly, sonorously said.

The Goldfinch Restaurant is a small restaurant that can only accommodate four tables at the same time. The facade occupies half of the total area of ​​the shop, and the signboard is also shared with the shoemaker's shop that leased the other half of the area.It can be said to be unremarkable.Therefore, there are not many people who know about it, and it is not like other restaurants that are crowded with people and rubbing shoulders when it is time to eat.

The Goldfinch welcomes family guests very much, and the business philosophy is to make guests feel at home.There are no carved beams and painted buildings here, and there are no exquisite and picturesque dishes, but they do not object to the guests' requests, and are willing to actively respond to the guests' calls, such as what Heimdall mentioned yesterday and what Heimdall will propose today.

The manager is a local wizard in Belgium, who speaks fluent French and Dutch, English but not commonly used, speaks a typical continental English, and can't help but speak French and Dutch when he gets excited.Heimdall can only judge what he is talking about by the English words mixed in, but fortunately, such cases are rare.

"March 3rd is my birthday," Heimdall said.

"Please allow me to send you my best wishes now." The manager nodded slightly.

"Thank you very much, I will be dining with my boyfriend on the night of March 3st."

"It's an honor." The manager immediately seemed very excited. Whether it was true or not, everyone knew the name of Victor Krum.

"The ones we discussed yesterday, look at the Goldfinch..."

"No problem at all," said the manager without hesitation. "Your request is reasonable. However, are you sure you don't need Goldfinch to provide a more secluded dining environment for the two of you?" Goldfinch doesn't have a private room, but they can think of a way.

"Those big shots dine in your lobby, and of course my boyfriend and I can too."

The manager immediately said something flattering about his approachability.

"I thought about it. It's about the flowers on the table that you introduced yesterday." Heimdall took out the flower card he received from here yesterday. The flowers of various colors depicted on it were so lifelike that he could smell the fragrance of flowers.

"Oh, yes, this is very important." The manager is a man of pursuit, and when he heard that Heimdall brought out details that most guests didn't care about, he was excited to speak Dutch again.

"You suggest that I choose Xiaoduo's pink pearl."

"Yes, this kind of rose can create a romantic atmosphere. It is suitable for a dinner for two. It will add color to the table without overwhelming the guests."

"But I like big and gorgeous ones." Director Sturlusson felt that the magical pink pearl was as tall as a daisy, and its appearance was really shabby.

"David Austin Rose? Mr. Strulusson!" The manager suddenly burst into laughter, startling Heimdall.

"So bad?" Director Strulusson knew his own aesthetics. To put it bluntly, he had a "friendly" eye, but to put it bluntly, he had no taste.Aesthetics are just like personality, the country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change.Through acquired training and influence, you can indeed make great progress, but you must have this foundation.

"No, no, no! It's wonderful!" The manager was full of enthusiasm, and the mustache on his lips kept trembling. "Dense green, mustard yellow moss, fresh goose yellow, with white cotton cloth, and logs with clear wood grain... starry sky? , wonderful! Mr. Sturluson, your idea is really wonderful!"

In fact, he only mentioned David Austin Rose, and everything else was muttered by the manager himself.Even so, Chief Sturlusson still accepted the other party's praise with peace of mind, and thought cheekily, if we really don't make a show, we will be a blockbuster. Our taste is really not something ordinary people can understand.

As for why Mr. Stuluson thinks that this David Austin rose is better than that expensive pink pearl?One is because it is big, has multiple petals, and its colors are changeable; the other is that it is red enough, and it has the feeling of a Chinese peony when it is in full bloom, with huge and gorgeous flower heads.These two points alone were enough for Mr. Stulusson to select it without thinking. In his heart, peonies are the real beauty of the country, and no horse can compare to the blooming and wealth of flowers.

There is no real national color, so it is the same to get a fake national color, so red, so bright, so festive, birthday should be prosperous.

Naturally, the manager of the restaurant didn't know his inner nature, and wished to introduce him as a confidant, and he believed that Mr. Strulusson was a fashionista in his heart—you can tell the clue from his clothes.However, outsiders don't know that the dress of the "fashionista" is the master's suggestion, and occasionally other people participate.

At around one o'clock in the afternoon, the tightly closed carved door was pushed open, and Hollingworth's voice came from the crack of the door.

"Sturluson, come in."

Heimdall straightened his clothes, walked in with the notepad in his hand, and closed the door lightly.

In the room, Gironde sat behind the desk, Justice Arrow sat opposite across the table, and Hollingworth stood next to Gironde.

The eyes of the three adults were all focused on him, and Heimdall couldn't figure out what was going on, so he could only raise the corners of his mouth dryly.

"Judge Arrow, the following is the scoring session. If the full score is 10, how much would you rate our trainee judge?" Hollingworth said with a straight face.

Heimdall opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Score?"

"You don't know?" Hollingworth asked him in turn.

"What should I know?"

"You trainee judges and judges who have participated in the judge debriefing week, the performance of these three days will be recorded and used as a reference for future promotion. The comments mainly include the evaluation of you by the judges you received; Your immediate superior, that is, me, has observed you for three days; the other is the impression or opinion of other judges."

"……I have no idea."

"Whether you know it or not, the scoring itself has nothing to do with you."

Heimdall thought that he must have done it on purpose, and he was even more sure that most of the trainee judges and judges knew this, so they acted so hard, and they were different from usual, except that they were kept in the dark.It suddenly occurred to him that yesterday morning he had let Master Arrow hang out by himself... Li Xiaoge bent forward in frustration.

"I think he's pretty good." Eero said with a smile, leaning back on the soft chair seemingly leisurely.

Heimdall smiled happily, and after being glanced lightly at him by his boss, he immediately pretended to be glamorous.

"I'm very glad that you are willing to understand and accept my request last time, and arrange a boy for me." Arrow said again.

Justice Gironde looked as usual.

Hollingworth's face changed, "Judge Arrow, our trainee judges are not props for fun. If you are here for fun, we IW will never—"

"Judge Arrow is only joking," Gironde turned to Arrow. "It seems that not everyone appreciates your sense of humor."

Arrow smiled generously, expressing his indifference.

Hollingworth pursed his lips.

Director Strulusson was deeply moved, what more could such a husband ask for, and secretly swore in his heart: Boss, we will fully support you as a judge, no matter what means... Wait for Girond after the judge leaves office.

"9.5 points." Eero looked at Heimdall's face and said bluntly, "He won't go to my room anyway, and deduct 0.5 points as punishment."

Hollingworth glanced at Heimdall guiltily—after a lot of vivid imaginings, Chief Strulusson was busy dealing with Arrow's flirting, and didn't realize that he might be a "blessing in disguise".

Heimdall followed Arrow out of Gironde's office.

"I'm going to leave Belgium in an hour," Arrow said.

"I'll see you off."

"Don't bear me?"

"For 9.5."

Arrow laughed, "You're very real."

"Maybe it's because you are about to leave, and my score has already been scored, so I don't want to talk about you anymore."

"Have you ever lifted me up?" Arrow said with a smile.

"Of course." Heimdall blushed and was out of breath.

"When do you think it would be better for our No. 4 to go to you?" Arrow said.

Heimdall was not surprised when he said, "After my birthday."

"Aren't you going back to school then?"

"I still have weekends off." Heimdall reminded him. "The amiable Mr. Four said he was willing to wait until I was free."

Eero suddenly grabbed Heimdall's hand, "I will come again, stay in IW and don't move, I'm already looking forward to the next six years."

Hollingworth appeared out of nowhere, and stared sharply at the hands they held.

"Judge Arrow, on behalf of our trainee judges, I thank you for your kindness. I want to remind you that Mr. Strulusson did not enter the IW for the judge's debriefing week." Pull Heimdall's hand out and block him. behind myself.

Arrow leaned over and said to Heimdall, "I see why you're so boring, because your boss is even more boring."

Heimdall didn't know what to say, so he simply pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Hollingworth looked sullen.

"Can we say a few more words?" Arrow smiled at Hollingworth.

The door god-like boss was silent for a moment, stepped aside, and stared at Eruo vigilantly, as if he was afraid that the other party would throw his subordinates down in the next second.

Arrow whispered, "I wish you success."

"Thank you. Logically speaking, there should be no problem, but there is still some suspense." Heimdall smiled.

"You still didn't take my advice in the end, did you?" Errow followed Heimdall for a circle yesterday, during which he put forward a lot of opinions. Heimdall followed most of his suggestions, except for the most important one. Item sticks to its guns.

"A friend of mine was using Claddagh, which is said to be able to rule forever in love, but his wife finally parted ways with him and married his good friend. The legend is beautiful, but it cannot change our destiny , Destiny must be controlled by yourself, and you can't rely on those illusions."

"Women believe that," Arrow pointed out.

Heimdall grinned, "My Victor is not a woman."

On March 3, Heimdall put on the gown sent by the Zimbabwean judge—I can't believe she remembered that brief conversation—and looked in the mirror again and again. He had never worn such a fancy dress. The wizard robe, the colorful large blocks outlined by the black silk threads are dazzling.

Heimdall turned back to Victor and said, "Will it be too colorful?"

"No." Victor smiled.

"I put my trousers over my head, and you probably think it's all right."

"No," the master shook his head solemnly. "I still love your bathroom outfit the most."

The two went out happily and came to the Goldfinch restaurant.

Victor said in surprise, "I didn't even know there was a restaurant here."

Goldfinch's manager personally opened the door for the two.

"welcome."

"Good evening." Heimdall smiled at him.

The manager looked at Heimdall in fancy dress with a smile on his face, "You look very energetic today!"

"Hopefully, I'm always in good spirits."

"Of course, of course."

The manager led them to a table leaning against a floor-to-ceiling glass wall wrapped in dark wood carvings. Outside the glass wall was a small gourd-shaped stone pool with a few pieces of duckweed and a purple water lily floating on the water. .A few fireflies slowly turned around the pool.

The other three tables were already occupied. At first, no one noticed that there was a guest at the fourth table. It wasn't until someone recognized Victor and forgot to lower the volume to whisper that the wizards at the other two tables paid attention.Victor and Heimdall turned their heads and nodded to them, and the other three tables raised their glasses in return, that's all.

Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time sent grateful smiles to the three tables of guests.

In the center of the small round table is a pot of flower arrangements featuring David Austin roses. The petals of the red roses are deep and shallow, layered on top of each other. wild fun.The two smiled at each other in the candlelight.

"I've only seen it in books and on TV, but now I've tried it myself, and it's pretty good to be honest," Heimdall said.

"Thank you." Victor reached out and took his hand on the table.

"It should be me who said thank you, you are willing to spend my birthday with me." Heimdall grabbed his hand instead.

"I mean you're bothering." Victor clasped his fingers and stroked them carefully.

Heimdall bared his teeth, "You just need to understand who I am for." Perhaps only the master would understand so quickly.

"I believe you are wondering why I did this. Don't worry, the answer will be revealed soon. Let's eat first." Heimdall turned his head and glanced at the manager not far away, and the waiter immediately brought a plate of red food.

Victor looked at the objects placed in the middle of the table, and asked hesitantly, "Guyash?"

"Can you recognize it?" Heimdall smiled.

"I used to eat it in Hungary."

Heimdall handed him the spoon, "Taste it."

"What about you?"

"you eat first."

Victor didn't know why, but he did as he did. He took a spoonful of Hungarian Gujash, which was very similar to the cat's ears in China, and put it in his mouth. After chewing a few times, his expression became a little subtle, but the subtlety was fleeting. , but Heimdall, who had been staring at him, found out, so he smiled silently.

"Pour some yogurt, it must be served with yogurt in Hungary." Heimdall poured the yogurt that came with the plate on Gujash and stirred. "The Hungarians say that if you eat Gujash without yogurt, it means that there is no love in your marriage." After stirring, Heimdall took a spoonful and brought it to Viktor's mouth.

Victor opened his mouth and ate it without hesitation.

"Isn't it delicious?" Heimdall asked.

"The heat is not under control." Victor said vaguely.In fact, the flour is too hard and not cooked through, the soup is overcooked, and the shape needs to be improved.

"I did it," Heimdall said.

The master stopped chewing, looked at him in surprise, then looked down at the Gu Yashi on the plate, and suddenly felt that the color was so bright and rich that people couldn't move their eyes away.

"Mr. Manager." Heimdall turned around and called softly. Three seconds later, three well-dressed wizards came to their table quickly. .

The master obviously couldn't turn his head, and stared at the three performers in a daze.

Heimdall stood up abruptly and came to the master. The master was puzzled until Heimdall knelt on the ground with one knee on the ground, holding a small dark purple box in his hand - inside lay a silver-white As for the men's ring, the master seemed to have lost the ability to speak in an instant, so he could only look at it stupidly.

The performers quickly stopped the music and quietly left.

Heimdall held Victor's hand with one hand, raised the box with the other, raised his face, and said softly, "Mr. Victor Krum, will you marry me?"

Someone let out a scream and disappeared quickly.The men and women at the other three tables looked on in amazement, unable to believe that they would witness the proposal.The ladies covered their mouths unanimously, and they looked even more nervous than the parties concerned, while the men were much calmer, but they still couldn't take their eyes off it.

"...You always want to overwhelm me, don't you?" Victor's voice was unnaturally hoarse, as if trying to restrain himself.

"Yes." Heimdall looked straight into the other's eyes without flinching. "Do you want to?"

"I've been thinking about this day in my dreams." Victor took the box, his face was full of emotion, and his eyes were red. "Thanks."

"Honey, this is a memorable day." Heimdall stood up and hugged his head, kissing him vigorously. "I'll be right with you, I promise you."

Victor's laughter escaped from his arms, and he hugged him tighter.

Applause rang out all around, and the witnesses sent blessings one after another, with bright smiles and sincere eyes.

The two thanked each other hand in hand.

Victor opened a bottle of expensive wine and thanked the well-wishers.Heimdall didn't feel distressed at all, and happily accepted their thanks.

When they got back to their seats, Gujash was freezing cold.

Victor put on Heimdall's engagement ring, Heimdall looked at it again and again with a smirk on his face, Victor called the waiter to reheat Gujash.

Heimdall stopped him, "I was afraid that you would not be able to swallow the delicious food, so I asked them to serve Gu Yashi first, and the delicious food came later, so don't eat this one."

"I let them heat up, and the taste will be much better." The master also has his insistence, this is the first time Rieg cooks something for him, how can I miss it.

Heimdall couldn't persuade him, so he had to give up.

When the restaurant brought out their signature dishes, Mr. Strulusson, who had settled his mind, ordered, "I'll buy the engagement ring, and you'll buy the wedding ring. When the time comes, we'll give advice. You can’t be fooled by the store for nothing, you can brag too much, and if you don’t pay attention, your wallet will be flat.” A look of careful calculation, inside and outside the tone, is that your money is my money.

Master Krum heard it like fairy music, but he still couldn't help but want to tease him, "If you want to buy another pair of wedding rings, just use this one, and I'll just buy you another one."

Director Sturlusson stared, "Can this be saved? Some things can be saved, and some things can't be done!"

It seems to be quite principled, and the master is overjoyed.

The head of the room said again, "Your simple style is worth promoting, and you must continue to carry it forward."

Victor enjoyed the meal very comfortably, and this comfort lasted until the bed. When they came to Rommel's residence the next day, Mr. Stulusson's legs were still as soft as jelly.

Rommel, who was originally elated, took a sip of light wine after hearing his son's euphemistic but concise description, and threw him a sentence, "I don't agree!"

Heimdall shrugged his shoulders to his boyfriend who was "caught up" by him, and Victor smiled helplessly. Fortunately, the two of them were not so naive, thinking that everything would be a matter of course.

"It's not too late to talk about it after Rieger graduates." Victor looked understanding.

Rommel glanced at him unhappily.

The author has something to say: There are many kinds of honey, and the most common ones in supermarkets are linden honey, acacia honey, jujube honey and so on.

Jujube honey is suitable for people with spleen and stomach deficiency and weak qi and blood. It belongs to the honey for nourishment.

Sophora japonica honey is suitable for people with liver fire and heart fire, as well as people with damp-heat constitution and high blood pressure. It is a kind of honey that helps vent.

Linden tree honey moistens the lungs and prevents coughs. It is suitable for eating in autumn and at night. Linden tree honey can soothe the nerves.

There is also a kind of Vitex honey, which has a strong bactericidal effect and can prevent colds. It is suitable for eating in autumn and winter.

Lime tree and wattle honey are not as cool as acacia honey, nor are they as nourishing as jujube honey, they are in between.

Everyone can choose the honey that suits them.

Note: All honeys have roughly the same effect, and the above mentioned focuses on the effect.

It is no longer possible to buy [-]% honey without additives, all of which are mixed with water. If it is only mixed with water, it can still be tolerated. If it is added with sugar, it will be too deceiving.

When buying honey, choose one with a light color, high consistency (if it is not mixed with maltose), and no foam.Therefore, if there is no other choice, try to buy big-brand honey, and try not to buy that kind of cheap honey.Honey should be a precious thing, but now it is everywhere.

Propolis is a mixture of resin collected by bees, beeswax and their own saliva. It is the adhesive for casting honeycombs. For example, it is the cement we use to build houses.Bees make propolis to keep the hive clean and hygienic, so propolis has a strong antiseptic and bactericidal effect.

Eating propolis can indeed play a role in health care, but now the pollution is serious, propolis is not as pure as it was in ancient times, and it may contain heavy metals. If you just want to eat this to achieve health care effects, it is not necessary.Folk propolis is more commonly used for external use. It has antibacterial and anti-inflammatory properties, and it has remarkable curative effects when used to remove hard cocoons.

The chrysanthemum tea mentioned last time, if you are quite afraid of the problem of pesticides, pour it out for the first time when brewing it with boiling water, that is, pour it into the boiling water and stuff it for 1 minute, pour the water out after 1 minute, and then pour in a new one. Boiling water for drinking.This can remove residual pesticides to a certain extent, remember to buy big brands.In fact, there are pesticides in all gods and horses in China, including tea, which are basically within the national standard (if it is not for the likes of Sanlu). If it is compared with the EU standard, it must exceed the standard.

We have grown so big after eating these, it can be said that it is invulnerable to all poisons.