HP's Foreign Land

"Rig, why do I feel like someone is following us? Is it my imagination?" Draco said.

"No, my dear, it's not an illusion. Someone is indeed following us. I guess it's a reporter who got wind of it." Heimdall said.

At this time, the two cousins ​​were strolling on the streets of Brussels, just because Zug, a member of the experimental research laboratory, sent another letter two days ago, asking for the help of the director.Heimdall took his cousin along as he had promised.

"In fact, not long after we arrived in Brussels, they started targeting us." After Heimdall finished speaking, he turned sideways, avoiding a large group of rushing tourists.

"They?" Draco muttered and rolled his eyes.

"Don't take it to heart, those newspapers and magazines that make a living by selling gossip also have pursuits, and such a close pursuit shows that they are very professional."

"What are you going to do next?" Draco took the opportunity of crossing the street to look back quickly, and sure enough, he found two wizards who were sneaking around with magic cameras in their hands.According to my cousin, there should be more than two. "Keep them following? No action? Until they get bored and call it a day?"

Heimdall shook his head and smiled, "They won't call it a day, if they can, they'll even go to school, no, maybe they'd rather see the two of us go straight into a wizarding hotel, if there's something similar to the Muggle world It would be even better if it’s the kind of love hotel.”

"Love hotel? It doesn't sound very decent..." Master Malfoy frowned, and he suddenly reacted with surprise. "Into the hotel? The two of us?"

"Otherwise, why do you think they didn't take a few photos to go back to the business, but followed us tirelessly? In the eyes of these third-rate reporters, everything is possible. They need selling points, conflicts, and uproar. The original intention of the creation of these magazines and newspapers It’s about getting attention, regardless of whether the news is legal or ethical. What’s hot is what’s hot.”

"Krum will kill me." Draco laughed.

"It's better this way." Heimdall also smiled. "Eighty percent of their purpose is here. Victor and I met each other in private, and the climax of the conflict was a fight in public. If we really entered the hotel, maybe they would anonymously notify Krum and let him immediately Come here to catch the rape. The next day's newspaper will be sold."

"Merlin!" Draco said. "Do you think I can beat Krum? I don't think so..." The cousin actually started to struggle with physical and other issues, and turned around in a blink of an eye.

A white light flickered in the corner of his eyes, and Draco almost jumped up, "They took pictures! They really took pictures?! How dare they!" He was about to roll up his sleeves to reason.

"Don't be impulsive," Heimdall said.

"No, I want them to destroy the photos. It's okay if I show my dad. He hates our family being used by third-rate magazines to create sales." Draco looked very anxious.

Heimdall said meaningfully, "Your father still reads third-rate magazines? Not British editions?"

Draco fell silent for a moment, "...don't look."

"Then it's over. If you don't tell me how he knows." Heimdall raised his eyebrows at him.

Draco chuckled.

"I guess not everyone is willing to sit on the sidelines, and someone will definitely jump out and hold us for an interview, and cooperate with me when the time comes." Heimdall said.

"How to cooperate?" Draco was enthusiastic.

The two of them talked head to head for a while, in the eyes of outsiders, this picture was ambiguous.Some reporters couldn't help pressing the shutter a few times, and more reporters, as Heimdall guessed, became uneasy with the status quo and became eager to try.

A large number of tourists passed in front of the two, led by laughter and laughter. Heimdall gave Draco a wink, and the two quickly disappeared through the dense crowd.The reporters turned pale with fright, one after another poured out from the corners, searching in a daze among the intertwined flow of people.Until the tourists were all evacuated from the receding sea water around them, as if the curtain on the stage was pulled back, Heimdall and Draco stood at the corner of the suddenly sparse square, watching the group of headless flies with leisure.

This group of reporters has always played "be brave after knowing shame" to the fullest. Even if they are found out, they don't feel ashamed, but they have a kind of excitement about the pie in the sky.One by one, gearing up, they surrounded them with their cameras in hand.

"Mr. Sturluson!" The reporter with the most nimble legs and feet has already seized the best position, facing Heimdall face to face. "Is everything published in the "Paris Trail" true? You have broken up with Krum? Do you know what happened to the ring on Krum's finger? The person in the hat in the photo is Krum Is it Tom's new lover?"

These gossip reporters all have the habit of fast-forwarding, they don't dwell on the reason and process of the breakup, and they go straight to court.

The reporters, whose legs were not as fast as this one, swarmed up and surrounded the two of them in an instant, asking the same questions as the first one.The flashes of the magic camera were like a sea, and Draco was dumbfounded at the congestion in front of him. He really underestimated the perseverance and creative spirit of the reporters.

A reporter shouted at the top of his voice, "The newspaper said that Krum is a lover of blonde hair. The hair color of that new lover is obviously similar to yours, and it seems to be darker. What do you think about this?"

Another reporter hit the nail on the head, "According to people familiar with the matter, Klum feels that you are rigid, follow the rules, are too serious and lack a sense of humor, which caused the two of you to drift apart. From the photos taken by the Paris Trail , that new bespectacled lover always seems to make Klum laugh out loud, which is completely different from the calm image you've always given. What's your opinion?"

It turns out that we still have this image interpretation in the eyes of the public, and Heimdall feels that subjective speculation is unbelievable.

There are also reporters screaming, "Some people speculate that Krum's new lover is a Muggle, and the way he dresses does not belong to the wizarding world. Can you reveal how this is going on?"

"Mr. Sturluson!"

"Mr. Sturluson..."

"Mr. Sturluson."

Heimdall looked at Draco with a stiff face amidst the waves of sound.

"I have not broken up with Mr Kroom."

After Heimdall finished speaking, the surrounding area was quiet for a moment, and the commotion resumed a second later. Hearing such news, the reporters became more and more motivated as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

"Are you traveling today to get revenge on Krum?" This question came from a female reporter, and it instantly took the topic to another level.

"Of course not." Whenever Heimdall spoke, the reporters all held their breaths and waited for him to finish his speech. Only on this point could these pervasive wizards be praised.

"I know what you're thinking," Heimdall said blankly as he faced the camera. "I'm not here for revenge. The two of us have been walking on the street peacefully. Please don't cause trouble to my family."

Draco put on a look of righteous indignation at the right time, "Please do me a favor, leave my cousin alone, don't pester him, you should pester Krum!"

A gossip reporter is not a gossip reporter if he takes the words of his interviewees seriously.

Everyone snapped at Draco, and Master Malfoy looked annoyed, praying his father wouldn't have a sudden whim.

"I can tell you that I will not break up with Victor. The relationship between me and him cannot be understood clearly by any of you in a few words. You don't have to bother with it. The relationship between the two of us is obvious to all. Thank you." Hai Mdar turned to leave after speaking.

"You really don't know about that new lover? Or are you deceiving yourself?" It was that sharp female reporter again.

Although the other reporters secretly resented her for not speaking as fast as she did, her question was what every reporter present wanted to ask, and the big guy immediately held the camera in his hand and concentrated on it.

Draco held Heimdall, without lowering his voice, "Don't pay attention to that woman, it's alarmist!"

Heimdall still turned his head and looked at the eager reporters, "No matter what happens, I believe him...even if it's really what you've speculated," Chief Sturluson lowered his eyes sadly, " I won't change my mind, it's all worth it for Victor. You don't understand us at all!"

After seemingly uncontrollably howling, he strode away without looking back, Draco quickly followed, and let the reporters who hadn't recovered in time continue to make up their minds.

When they turned to the next street, Draco was still laughing.

Heimdall asked happily, "How is it? Did you play well?"

Draco shook his head, "The last sentence is not good, you should say I don't regret it, it's more suggestive."

"That's over. The sentence I said is also very suggestive, and it also has a meaning of no regrets."

Draco shrugged, "Is Victor okay?"

Director Sturlusson replied confidently, "He said it's up to me."

I haven't seen him for more than half a year, and Zug has jumped a lot, and now he has reached Heimdall's shoulder.The little guy grabbed the room chief's excited twitter and told what he had seen and heard in Durmstrang for half a year.

Heimdall introduced his cousin and Zug.

The three sat down in a wizard coffee bar.

"What's going on? You wrote vaguely in the letter." Heimdall asked.

"I originally thought it was just a personal challenge." Zug said with a bitter face.

"Is not it?"

"Do you remember Kane?" Zug hesitated.

Heimdall took a sip of pumpkin juice, "I can't forget it even if I want to."

"Kane?" Draco said.

Heimdall replied, "The original staff of the experimental research laboratory was expelled by me because they were not cautious enough, and their pursuit was not in line with the purpose of the laboratory."

Draco nodded.

"Things started because of him," Zug said.

"So you're still in touch?" Heimdall said.

Chu Ge's expression was a little unnatural, "You know, I admired him very much, but later I saw him a little... How should I put it, downcast, no one pays attention to him, and I still feel a little uncomfortable." Chu Ge immediately emphasized, "But I I can assure you that I never told him about the trends in the laboratory, nor did I give him anything from the laboratory, let alone let him enter the gate of the laboratory. The chances for the two of us to talk were also limited, and we were not in the same grade. "

Heimdall put down his glass, "I understand, no need to explain, let's talk about that competition. You said in your letter that someone asked you to challenge."

"Actually, it was a follow-up. Kane lost the competition with others, so he brought out the laboratory. The other party thought he was a member of the famous Durmstrang Laboratory, and then came to me." Chug was indignant. "I will never speak to Kane again, he is a bad guy."

Heimdall couldn't help but laugh at his childishness, "Does that mean you're still competing?"

"For the reputation of the laboratory, I will fight no matter what." Zug looked fearless in the face of danger.

"The results of it?"

"Everyone wins and loses." Zug immediately turned into a faceless look.

"What is the content of the competition?"

"After two matches, I won the wand test and lost the potion test."

"Not surprising." Heimdall said cheekily. "If you can win the potion test, it means that the opponent is just a three-legged cat."

Draco couldn't help but glance at Heimdall, who seemed oblivious to it.

"We decided to compete again to determine the outcome." Zuge's mood was a little complicated. Was the director's words just to comfort him? !

"content?"

"Broomstick."

Zug took out a miniature poster with all kinds of magic tools drawn on it, and in the middle of the poster was a row of flashing rainbow-colored characters: Magic Items Fun Tournament.One of the organizers is a Dutch company specializing in the production of interesting magic supplies.

The championship means that there will be prizes. Director Sturlusson was a little excited, but then he thought of something and calmed down again.

"Using this game to determine victory or defeat?" Heimdall took the poster and looked at it. "It doesn't look like a single event, a comprehensive game?"

"We only compare the removal of the broom." Zug touched his head. "As long as I can beat him, it's fine. Whether I win the ranking or not is out of my consideration."

"Why don't you think about it? There are prizes!" Chief Strulusson didn't hold back. "What's the prize for No.1?"

"Looks like 100 Galleons."

"A lot..." The head of the room was lost in thought, and gave orders to Zug in a blink of an eye. "It's all gone anyway, go ahead for me!"

"No, Chief, I can't." Chu Ge burst into tears, feeling a lot of pressure.

"Who said I can't do it?! If you're a man, don't say you can't do it! Why are you crying! It's not for you to fight for the first place!"

Chu Ge wiped the corners of his eyes and nodded obediently, "Got it."

Well, children can be taught.

Director Strulusson proposed, "I'll give you a tutorial later, don't complain."

"No complaints, thank you, Chief." Zug smirked.

The venue for the Magic Supplies Fun Tournament was arranged in a park in the middle of the street. A huge notice board for park renovation was hung outside the park, and a fence with vines and flowers was erected around it, so as not to cause damage to the cityscape, but also to avoid Muggle mistakes. Hitting and hitting staged an "Alice in Wonderland".

The wizarding world maintains a friendly relationship with the Muggle heads of every country. Everyone knows it well, does not interfere with each other, and provides help within their ability when necessary.The Dutch Prime Minister's opening of a small park for a not-so-huge wizarding tournament is not doing the Muggle world any ill.

When they arrived at the arena, they were instantly overwhelmed by the garden full of flowers.

"Look at those tulips, they are so beautiful..." Jeanna was intoxicated.

"Do you like it? I'll buy one for you." Lacarini tried his best to please Professor Harlan who was willing to accompany him as his female companion.

"No, I prefer them in the mud." Professor Harlan has always sneered at the supremacy of sentimentality. "However, thank you very much, you have a heart."

Lacarini Jr.'s plummeting mood suddenly reversed.

"I like it very much." Jeanna's eyes lit up. "I don't care if they're in the ground or in a vase."

"The fake flowers are nice, what do Muggles say, I just saw them in the newspaper..." Yale mused. "By the way, to save resources, the silk flowers can still be used after washing."

"I'll buy you two fake flowers?" Lange smiled and said to Jeanne.

"Okay." Jeanna nodded generously.

Yael couldn't help but said, "Professor, buy me two too, you'll have to spend anyway."

"Why are you doing this!" Jeanna stared.

"I got the first place in the whole grade in Potions this week, the professor should give me some rewards."

"Does every first Professor Langer have to give out prizes?!"

"That would be great!" Yael said happily.

Jeanna was immediately discouraged, a little ironic.

Draco and Todor held a copy of the park area obtained from the security guard at the entrance and pointed at it.

Heimdall turned his head silently, and seeing Zug's happy expression of a primary school student on a spring outing, he had no choice but to suppress the idea of ​​turning around and questioning the group of people who insisted on coming together, just as a spring outing.

"Rig." Victor sent a bouquet of spring flowers to Heimdall, who accepted it with a smile.

"Professor Krum, you can't do this." Jeanna pretended to be dissatisfied. "Didn't you see the two ladies in front of you? How can you give flowers to the man first in front of the ladies?"

"You are not in my consideration." Victor's expression was callous.

Jeanna laughed, "Where's your new lover? Always think about him, right? Hurry up and buy another bunch, and ask Rigg to help hold it."

Everyone laughed when they heard this, and made fun of the two of them.

"Chug is still going to report, don't waste your time." Heimdall held the flowers under the mocking eyes of the crowd, winked at the master, and led Chug inside.

A boy about Zug's age was standing at the report office. When he saw them approaching, he said loudly, "I thought you were afraid to come."

"It's him, Stewart." Zug and the room chief muttered before facing Stewart's provocation. "At the beginning, we didn't agree on a time to arrive. It's up to you if you are willing to wait." Disputes of words are unavoidable, especially among children.

Stewart is a handsome boy. If his weight can be lighter, I believe his appearance will be better than now. Now he is like a meat bun, and it is made of whole wheat, which is more tender than the white and tender Mr. Jones. Still have to gain some weight.But without Carlo's fans, there is another chubby guy in the German school. Director Strulusson thinks that Carlo's fans are cuter.

Stewart snorted, turned his eyes away, then looked back immediately, and laughed, "You dare not come by yourself?!"

Zug was about to refute, but Heimdall held his shoulder.

"We're here to cheer for Zug," Heimdall said.

Stewart pursed his lips and walked away.

A man in a black robe walked quickly and stopped Stewart who was halfway there, and the unwilling little fat man was carried back.

"That's Professor Stewart," whispered Zug.

"Professor what?" Heimdall asked.

"I don't know, I heard Stewart calling him Professor."

Heimdall thought for a while and asked, "Will Kane come today?"

Zug was silent for a moment, "I told him, but I don't know if he will come."

Heimdall patted him on the back, and Zug looked up and smiled at him.

"Hello." The black-robed wizard came to them, his eyes quickly passed over the silent Victor, and then turned to Heimdall's face, and finally he smiled at Zug. "Hello, Mr. Zug."

"Hello." Zug responded respectfully.

"This is..." The man in the black wizard robe turned to face the other two. "Of course I know this one, Mr Kroom."

Victor stretched out his hand to shake him, "Hello."

"Guhet." The black-robed wizard said.

Victor laughed, "It's an honor, Mr. Gucht. This is Strulusson." He introduced Gucht.

"Mr. Stulusson." Gucht handed over his hand, and the tail ring worn on the little finger shone with golden light, and the red ring surface depicted two buttercups with black stamens and golden yellow petals.

"Hello, Professor Gucht." Heimdall shook hands with the other party, and seeing that the other party had no objection to his title, he wondered that the other party might work in a certain teaching institution.

Professor Gucht doesn't look old, his skin is slightly dark, and he looks less than 40 years old - as mentioned earlier, Heimdall dare not easily assert the age of the wizard.The hair is all combed back, not messy at all, with the same style as Draco, the difference is that Professor Gucht's black hair is slightly curly.At first glance, he looks like a southern European, with a strong accent in English, occasionally jumping out one or two French words. This way of speaking is no stranger to Heimdall.

"The two of you don't seem to be as good as what was written in the newspaper..." Gucht's eyes turned around the two of them. "I won't offend you two by saying this, will I?"

"Not at all, we don't care what other people think." Victor said.

After chatting a few more words, it was Victor who was talking, and Heimdall pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Zug, who was going to report for duty, came back at this time, "Director, can you sign for me, they need an adult wizard as a guarantee, I didn't know there was such a thing."

"No problem." Heimdall followed Zug to sign.

Gucht also followed and said to Heimdall, "Aren't you going to participate?"

Heimdall said: "Children fight, what do adults get involved in?!"

Gucht laughed.

"Let's say it first, even if you lose, you can't blame the other party." Although Heimdall said this to Gucht, his eyes were on the haughty black fat man.

Hei Pangdun snorted, and seemed to dismiss such a statement.

"Stewart!" Gucht snapped.

Stewart's expression became embarrassing.

Heimdall didn't stop Gucht's behavior, even if the other party was just pretending, he was willing to watch, thinking that the two blacks were really worrying, and they were far worse than Zug.

The radio rang overhead, announcing that the first event was about to begin, and that the players were assembled at Oak Park.

Zug walked with the crowd holding a big balloon with the number "007", which represented his entry number.Heimdal praised him for his good luck, but Zug didn't know why.

"007, King Kong is indestructible, you will win today." Heimdall said with a smile.

When approaching Oak Park, Heimdall suddenly thought, "Where are the others?"

"Everyone decided to split up. Draco followed Todor to the swing garden," Victor said.

"Didn't they watch the first game?"

"Maybe after a while, the broadcast can be heard everywhere."

Someone came running from the back of the line, shouting someone's name as they ran, until after he had gone a little further, they heard him calling Heimdall's name.

"Mr. Heimdall Strulusson!"

Heimdall was surprised, "It's not Victor, but me?"

"What kind of logic is this?!" Victor was speechless.

They stopped, and Heimdall said to Zug: "You go first, we will pass right away."

Zug nodded, and entered the fence gate of Oak Park.

"Mr. Heimdall Strulusson!" The visitor passed the two of them directly.

Heimdall quickly stopped him, "I am!"

"Oh, sorry." The man turned back quickly. "Heimdall Strulusson?"

"That's right, it's me, what can I do for you?"

"Do you know Mr. Ollivander? Old man Ollivander in England."

"I know, why?"

The visitor took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead, and said out of breath, "That's great, please follow me quickly."

"where to?"

"The scene of the wand match."

"Isn't it a broomstick competition?"

"After the broomstick competition is over, the following is the wand competition for the minors."

"I didn't sign up." Heimdall was still confused.

"I know you didn't sign up, and the judges don't need to sign up."

"Judging?!" Heimdall was extremely surprised. "Wait, I'm getting more and more confused, when did I serve as a judge?"

"Old man Ollivander recommended it, don't you know?" The visitor was also surprised.

"No, what's going on?"

"Oh, that's right. We originally planned to invite the old man Ollivander to be the general judge of the wand part of this year's competition, but the old man wrote back that he could not leave the UK for the time being. He felt that it was not safe for him to go out. He felt that only at home was the safest, so Regretfully rejected our invitation. However, he wrote a few names in his reply letter, recommending us to find these people as judges, and your name is among them."

Heimdall said "Wow", "Mr. Ollivander thinks highly of me."

The man said again, "We wrote you a letter, but you haven't responded, so we can only give up."

Heimdall thought that due to the newspaper effect, he had received some inexplicable letters these days, and this letter might have been swept into the fireplace by mistake.

"I'm sorry..." Heimdall stammered.

The person didn't care, "I saw your signature at the registration office today, and thought you were invited. Today, a judge ate a poisonous plant for breakfast by mistake. He is currently receiving treatment in the hospital, and the review team is short of people. Are you willing to be a reviewer?" Please give me a clear answer, my colleagues are currently looking for you elsewhere in the park."

"I don't think my level can be a judge... Oh, well, since you think highly of me." Heimdall looked back at the master, who gave him an encouraging smile, and Director Sturlusson was immediately full of pride, and turned his head angrily. With a wave of the hand.

"Go! Lead the way!"

The author has something to say: the last chapter mentioned the efficacy of longan, and found that there is something wrong, so I will correct it here.The longan core can invigorate the kidney, and the longan shell can dispel wind.

If you eat too much longan meat, you will get angry, and the longan shell will prevent you from getting angry, so it is best to drink a whole longan boiled in water.

It seems that many girls suffer from menstrual pain, and we also suffer from it. As long as we are busy with work and sleep late at night, we are prone to menstrual pain, which means that the biological clock is disordered.Generally speaking, the pain is caused by cold air. If this is the only reason, drinking brown sugar water can relieve the symptoms, and it will be better if you insist on drinking it every day.

There are two types of tea that can regulate menstruation, you can try them if necessary.

One is rose brown sugar tea (this should be known to many girls). Use roses and brown sugar to drink together. In addition to coldness, menstrual pain is caused by stagnation of liver qi. The body is even more uncomfortable, and drinking rose tea can improve it.Rose soothes the liver and regulates qi, regulates the stomach (menstrual reactions can affect appetite), and brown sugar helps to dispel cold.

Rose regulates emotions, relieves tension, people with high work pressure, both men and women can always drink it.Women drinking rose tea not only soothes the liver and regulates qi, promotes blood circulation and stimulates menstruation, but also has the effect of beautifying and preventing chloasma.The premise is to drink it every day. If you fish for three days and dry the net for two days, no one in the world will be effective.Drinking rose tea for men can prevent fatty liver. The aroma of roses can wake up the function of the spleen and stomach, which is very helpful for men with high blood lipids.So roses are not exclusive to women.

There is also osmanthus brown sugar tea, osmanthus nourishes the lungs, prevents coughs in autumn and winter, nourishes the stomach, and improves the function of the spleen and stomach. Women drinking osmanthus tea can regulate menstruation.Osmanthus fragrans and brown sugar are used to make tea and drink together, warming the stomach and dispelling cold, regulating qi and promoting blood circulation.Regular drinking can also brighten the eyes.It also has a certain therapeutic and preventive effect on bad breath.

The above mentioned are all dried flowers, don't take the fresh ones back and brew them directly.

Pay attention when buying dried roses. Many merchants sell roses as roses. You can smell the smell when you buy them. Roses have fragrance, and roses are basically odorless after drying.The biggest feature of rose is its aroma, which is natural rose essential oil.If you buy the rose as a rose, it can also drink.Rose also has a name called Yueyuehong, which can regulate women's menstrual period.Chinese medicine believes that women are based on the liver, and the rose enters the liver meridian alone, so it is a good medicine for gynecology.Rose has obvious effects on irregular menstruation and amenorrhea.In addition, the rose focuses on invigorating blood, while the rose is good at regulating qi, with different emphasis.

You can choose to buy according to your own situation.

The roses used for drinking are not ornamental flowers, the flowers are small (buds are used to make tea), and pink.If the sign says red roses and the buds are red, it's most likely a rose.The prices of the two are also different. The price of dried roses in my house is twice that of roses.