HP's Foreign Land

Bun is obsessed with all kinds of dim sum, more precisely, various dim sum effects.The lollipops from Honeydukes Confectionery used to be its favorite. After seeing the fire-breathing effect of the pepper urchin that Heimdall brought to the pods, Miss Bread resolutely abandoned the bloody flavored lollipops and took advantage of the pods The little pepper urchin who stole it when he wasn't paying attention spewed fire everywhere.

Over time, the big rat made the pod lose its temper, and generously offered to share it. Who knew that the little bun would suddenly look at the ice cream ball that could fly with a single sip, and the little pepper urchin was thrown into limbo.

Currently, Miss Bread's favorites are Ice Mouse and Chuibao Super Bubblegum.Ordinary people will hear the sound of their own teeth chattering when eating ice mice, and there are also rat-like chirping sounds from time to time.When Heimdall was in England, he didn't like this food very much. After chewing for a long time, his teeth became so numb that he couldn't even chew the soft core of the pumpkin pie.

But Little Bread likes it, the teeth of the Chimera are stronger than steel, and there are crunching and chattering in the room from time to time.Chuibao can’t eat the super bubblegum buns, and the Chimera’s oral structure can’t blow bubbles like humans, so Heimdall has to do it for him.

That night, Little Bread pulled the bubble gum and squeezed it against Heimdall as usual, the implication was very clear.Heimdall chewed the bubble gum mechanically and blew blue bubbles all over the room.Little Bun arched his buttocks, fluttering cheerfully among the bubbles.These bubbles, the color of blue bellflowers, can float in the air for days as long as they are not deliberately destroyed.

The pod cat has nothing to do, so he also joined the flopping ranks. The little bun jumped around the toffee to catch bubbles. Comrade toffee was very impatient, so he punctured the bubbles that floated down. Or top open, let the buns return to empty.Miss Little Bread also has dignity, and she competed with it.Xiao Ba, who was swinging around on the ceiling, stretched out his pliers twice like Tarzan, accompanied by a vivid "ape roar", and the sound of cracking was endless.

The dormitory has once again become a children's playground. If it is not erupting in silence, it will be abnormal in silence. Chief Sturlusson has long learned to be calm, let you cry and howl, and he sits on the bed holding the broken papers that are still smelling of burnt Stand still.

There was a rattling vibration outside the window, Heimdall put down the torn paper, got out of bed and pulled his shoes to the window.A gigantic bird squatted behind the window, its dark brown feathers stretched openly, and the purple-gold luster shone brightly on its shoulders and back.The eyes that were supposed to be sharp did not have the slightest sharpness at the moment, and he stared eagerly at Bai Xiao Falcon in the window through the glass eyes, and felt a little grievance after a long time.

Heimdall grinned and opened the window.

"Didn't you say you won't be coming back today?" He hugged the big bird and spat hard.

The big bird fluttered its wings to express its joy.

Heimdall backed away from the window, Victor released his transformation, and landed in a majestic and handsome posture. Who knew that when he turned his head and hit the big blue bubble, the bubble exploded immediately, and was caught by the little bread again.

The master hugged the little bun hanging on his chest dumbfounded, and weighed it in his hand.

Heimdall closed the window with a smile.

After playing with the bun for a while, I let it play by itself.Victor climbed onto his bed with Heimdall and pulled the torn paper twice with his hands.

"Is this the diary you were talking about?"

"Not all of them are diaries. I will pick out the ones that are easy to understand for the time being. The rest are all technical terms, which makes me a headache."

Heimdall turned around and took out a stack of parchment bound into a pattern from the drawer of the bedside table, and placed it in front of the master.

"Fill it out in your spare time, and one day we'll finish filling out the next content, and then I'll send it out."

"what is this?"

Victor picked it up curiously. There were two rows of letters on the light brown cover. The big letters on the top were in English, which read: Personality Registration; the letters below were slightly smaller, in Danish, which the master could not understand.

"Personality registration? What is it used for?" Victor flipped through it in confusion, and it was densely arranged like test questions, with filling in the blanks, choices, and questions and answers.

"For marriage registration." Heimdall sat down face to face with him.

Victor was excited when he heard this, "Could it be that Rommel..."

"No," Heimdall reminded him to temporarily associate. "Daddy doesn't know yet, no, maybe he already knows by now. I think so." Heimdall grabbed the other's extended hand and squeezed it tightly. "Did you know that marriage is difficult in Denmark and divorce is even more difficult?"

Victor nodded.

"Their pre-marriage review will last for half a year. Once the registration is successful, we will get a series of incentives promised by them, which can reduce the wedding expenses. The venue rental will also be sponsored by the Ministry of Magic, and we can even enjoy discounts during the honeymoon period. Activity."

The master smiled wryly, "I don't care about spending money on the wedding." On the contrary, the more extravagant he was, the happier he was.

"Are you kidding me?!" Director Sturlusson became restless. "Marriage is not about holding the Quidditch World Cup. Wearing gold and silver on your body for the sake of face. Marriage means that two people start to live together. Mr. Kroom, I solemnly remind you that the bad atmosphere of extravagance and waste is not advisable. We You should save your life and buy a house..."

Speaking of which, in the end Director Sturlusson himself was crooked, thinking to himself, it seems that the wizard is cheaper to build a house by himself than to buy a house.The Weasleys' Burrow was cheaper to build than the Blacks' Grimmauld Place - crap, but the Burrow has been around longer and has more room to appreciate than the Burrow.The head of the office turned around again here, and turned to think about technical problems such as appreciation.

Victor actually wanted to confess that he still had some savings, and he wouldn't lose everything just because of a wedding.It can be seen that the head of the office of Strulusong has a disheveled face, so he has no choice but to hold back his emotions.

He thought for a while and took out his purse.

This is not the first time Heimdall has seen her boyfriend's purse. It is handcrafted and exquisite. Although it is not a famous brand, it is better in texture and firmness. It is from the same handicraft workshop as the donkey leather purse used by Uncle Lucius.The appearance of the money bag is similar to that of the common goods on the market, and only those who know the goods can see its extraordinaryness.

Heimdall compared secretly, feeling envious and jealous that the purse with fangs that Hina gave him was more intimate, and his own fingers could be bitten off, so safe and outrageous.

"The Gringotts monthly and quarterly bills received yesterday, why don't you keep them for me, and I will ask Gringotts to send you the bills in the future." The master pulled out a large roll of parchment and handed it to Heimdall, his tone flat It's like saying that the weather is okay today.

Heimdall expressed that he was flattered. Although Victor also showed him some lists in the past, he was not as cautious as today.It's not even a proof, and he voluntarily handed in his salary?

Heimdall didn’t say those words to hint at this, so he quickly refused, but he couldn’t hold back the old man who kept sending him forward again and again, out of curiosity—in fact, he wanted to know how much his man was worth. Still took it and opened it.

One minute later, the head of the office, Stulusson, was walking around the room with the bill in his arms. At first, he got under the bed and felt unsafe. Then he thought about hiding it in the water tank of the toilet. He was afraid that the paper would be soaked, so he finally decided to store it next to his body. Put it under your pillow at night when you sleep.

Seeing his panicked appearance, Victor knew that he could not get out again, so he pulled him back funny and let him sit down safely.

"It's just a bill. Even if it is taken by others, there is no need to be nervous. It can be seen that you can't take it." The master told him to be calm.

Heimdall still held the pile of bills printed with a string of zeros and did not let go, "No, you can't be careless, if someone picks them up, you will be missed."

"Who would look at the bill and feel evil?"

"I!"

master:"……"

Seeing his unwavering posture, Victor cleared his throat, "Let me take a look at this personality registration first."

Heimdall tucked the bill under the pillow, pushed the pillow back, patted the creases of the pillow lightly at the end, glanced at it every five seconds, and the master had to snap his head back with his hands.

"...The wand also needs to be registered?" Victor mused.And the type and number of pets... what kind of room do you like to live in, and how many windows are there in the bedroom?What color are the curtains?

"The height can be inferred from the length of the small wooden stick, and there is no requirement to fill in information such as height and weight, which is quite unique." Heimdall leaned towards him and said.

The master threw away the registration, and grabbed Heimdall in front of him, "Why don't you fill it out for me, and you don't know my size yet?" He stood up and dawdled on Heimdall twice after he finished speaking with a pun.

Heimdall smirked, "If you fill in your size, people will think you are not tall, so let's fill in the wand data honestly."

Victor lifted him up pretending to be annoyed, and kissed his lips hard, intertwining his lips and teeth, and let him go after a while.Heimdall gasped violently, feeling like he was going to lack oxygen, and his temples on both sides were swollen and painful.

"Rig, I'm very happy." The master hugged Heimdall, his voice was low and soft, so sexy that it made people's nose bleed, and Director Stuluson almost lost his composure.

Mr. Nei Niu, head of the Stulusong department, what kind of trouble is the master going to make him hypoxic and anemic...

Heimdall's act of receiving the marriage registration form made the master happy, and Mensao was only released now.

"...You should try to be as reserved as possible in the future, otherwise I won't be able to bear it." Chief Strulusson looked haggard.

Viktor laughed loudly, and gnawed at Heimdall's little mouth again.

"This is not an example." After calmly enjoying the handsome guy's kiss for a while, Heimdall said that we should be tolerant. "You fill in this registration slowly. The Danish Ministry of Magic will review it for half a year, so there is no rush. It will be almost ready after I graduate."

Victor knew that he meant Rommel by "almost" and "I understand." Of course he would not accuse Rommel of deliberately making things difficult in front of Heimdall.

Comparing your heart to your heart, no one in Krum's family is a headache.

[I helped a patient with festering hands to apply ointment, and listened to him talk about his brilliant achievements during the Great War all afternoon.At dinner time he finally fell asleep and I quietly left the ward.His hands were the wounds left by the enemy's attack during the Great War. The instructor said that the old man delayed the best treatment period, and the two hands could only rely on external treatment to relieve the pain, and they could not heal.

The instructor's understatement made me feel very uncomfortable. His eyes were cold and his expression was numb, as if in his eyes, the old man was just a moving photo in a medical teaching book, a bunch of outdated equipment, and old equipment that was embarrassing to use.

I turned my head away, pretending that I didn't hear the instructor's question.I know it's childish of me to do this, but I can only get a little thrill of defiance from this humble behavior.

Bolance congratulated me yesterday on finally getting rid of the muddle.He suggested a drink at Rasmussen's, and I agreed.There we met several alumni of Rasmussen's College of Wizardry, the venerable Albert, Leopold and Vapas.They have a wealth of life experience, chatting with them has benefited me a lot and helped me regain my ideals.

If the hustle and bustle of my day-to-day work ends up desensitizing me, I'd rather quit this job.I know this is impossible, I can only use the quill to open my mind for a moment in the dead of night, when the sun returns to the sky, I will devote myself to the great cause of glamorous wizard medicine to save lives.

I hope that I will become a person who is worthy of respect and useful to the wizarding world, and I dare not hope to live forever, at least I can't become a hypocrite who wears a mask all day, like... no no no, I shouldn't be like that I thought, he is so great, so energetic and energetic, he loves this career, and his performance in the war is enough to show the nobility of his character.I really shouldn’t doubt it... (the second third was burned)] Rasmussen’s wizard bar has a striking sign, and the location is not as hidden as imagined. Peter quickly found a door with the same bright color as the sign. Mdahl followed him into the bar.In the blink of an eye they were in a space sunk below the horizon.

The windows of the bar were opened very high, figures were swaying outside the glass windows, and the sound of kicking footsteps could be heard from time to time.The lighting effect in the bar is not very good. There is a candle lamp on each oak table, and more than half of the candle lamps are extinguished.When Heimdall turned around, he almost knocked over a chair, but fortunately, he quickly noticed it and helped the seat that fell backwards.

The area of ​​the bar is small, there are many people, and the occupancy rate is almost over 90.00%. The wizards wearing pointed hats or weird hand-knitted sweaters sometimes laugh loudly, sometimes toast and shout, and the atmosphere is cheerful and warm.

They found the proprietor at the bar talking to an old lady smoking a pipe.

"Inquire about Rasmussen Wizard Academy?" The boss laughed. "This is new, I thought no one remembered that school now." Glancing at the old witch, the latter grinned and took a puff of smoke.

"Isn't this bar run by the principal of Rasmussen?" Heimdall asked curiously.

"Yes, my grandfather."

Peter squeezed forward and said anxiously, "My grandfather graduated from Rasmussen. He wants to find his old classmates. Do you know how to contact them?"

"What's your grandfather's name?"

Peter asked cautiously, "What are you going to do?"

The old lady laughed.

The boss said helplessly, "Okay, let's put it another way, which year did your grandfather graduate?"

Peter touched his head, "...I don't know."

The boss shrugged helplessly.

Heimdall seemed to think of something, and pushed the frowning Peter with his elbow.

"Didn't your grandpa give you a piece of paper, maybe it can come in handy."

Peter slapped his forehead, looked in his pocket for a long time, then smiled awkwardly at the boss, and put the crumpled paper on the bar.

The boss unfolded the paper, stared at several letters with missing arms and legs, pondered for a long time, pointed to one of them and said, "This is Leopold?"

"Let me take a look." The old lady hung the glasses hanging on her chest on the bridge of her nose, and lit the candle light on the bar for a long time. "It's Leopold, that's right, it's Leopold!" The old lady turned her head, stretched her neck to look around, patted Peter's arm and said, "See that bearded man in the corner?"

"The one with the red hair?"

"That man's name is Leopold."

"You look very young." Peter gasped.

"You're still pretty when you're old, and your hair was dyed with permanent potion at a huge price. If you look closely, you can tell that the creases on your face are no less than those of an old woman like me." The old lady took a puff of cigarette disapprovingly.

The two thanked the old lady, nodded to the boss, and walked towards the fat man who liked to pretend to be tender.

After learning about their intentions, Leopold didn't show much enthusiasm, and he didn't have any nostalgia for the people and affairs of his alma mater. His tone was very flat. After a long time, even Peter, who was dull, could detect the impatience of the other party.

Leopold's wine bottle was empty, Heimdall asked for two bottles calmly, and filled them up for him himself.Leopold's enthusiasm for wine surpassed everything else, and Heimdall's generosity immediately won the favor of the alcoholic, and his mouth became polite.Leopold wiped his mouth, praised the good wine, and then hiccupped, his eyes were slack, and it seemed that he had drunk too much.

"...So you still know Karel Di Rupo?" Heimdall asked tentatively.

"I know! Who doesn't know that guy, he puts on airs and lectures people everywhere all day long, he only loves to trouble students with poor grades, he is arrogant and rude, he hates it when he sees it..." He hiccupped again, slowly He stroked his wet beard.

Heimdall and Peter looked at each other.

"I thought Mr. Di Rupo was very popular at school." Peter said pretendingly. "My grandpa was full of praise for him, he was like an idol."

"Your grandfather was cheated. That kind of person is not worthy of respect at all. He has bad conduct, bluffs, makes a fuss, and has a bad temper. He always scolds those innocent people he doesn't like." The bearded man looked filled with righteous indignation.

Peter laughed dryly and glanced at Heimdall.

Heimdall said, "Have you ever heard of a wizard named Brauns?"

"Brance?" Leopold stared at something dullly, seemingly lost in thought.

After a while, he shook his head, "I don't remember... I don't think I've heard of it..." He took another big gulp of wine.

"He used to be a doctor at a wizarding hospital and used to come here a lot." At least that's what the diary said.

"Wizard Hospital? By the way, there is a hospital where therapists often come here. What is it called... what..."

"Cyprian Wizard's Hospital?"

"Yes! That's the one! I remember, Karel Di Rupo used to work in that hospital! Yes, there is a therapist, a young man..."

"Bronce?"

"No, that's not the name... Boone? Brace? Buttern?" The bearded man stared straight.

Heimdall hesitated, "Brown?"

"Brown...Brown, that seems to be the name, yes, it's called Brown."

Heimdall tried to ask again, "Ludwig Brown?"

The bearded man narrowed his eyes, "Sounds familiar."

Heimdall smiled slightly, raised the bottle to fill his glass, and the bearded man also laughed.

Heimdall looked into each other's eyes, "Would you like another bottle?"

"No, no, it's too bad, I can't drink any more..." Even so, the movement of pushing the cup over was clean and neat, and then, the bearded man froze, and his expression went blank for a moment as if the pause button was pressed, waiting for him When I came back to my senses, I felt as if I lost consciousness at that moment.Alcohol dulled his vigilance, and he just stroked his beard and continued drinking.

Half an hour later, the two left the Rasmussen Wizard Bar amidst the warm farewell sound of the boss.

"How is it?" Peter asked.

"The things I saw about Mr. Di Rupo in his memory are not very good pictures, domineering, publicity, and domineering."

"I don't think he's lying either," Peter said. "I pay attention to his small movements when he speaks. Many people will make some weird movements when lying due to guilty conscience and other factors. It is almost impossible to be [-]% calm. He is not."

"Did I say he wasn't lying?"

"What do you mean?" Peter was confused.

"Until the truth comes to light, I reserve my attitude."

Peter disagreed, "I know you have dealt with Di Rupo, one size fits all, you can't be emotional, you have to dare to admit all kinds of breakthroughs, maybe the truth is not pleasant."

Heimdall smiled, "I just reserved my attitude, I didn't say or deny it."

"It's up to you. Don't talk about it." Peter waved his hands impatiently after being surrounded by headaches.

They walked for a while, and Peter suddenly asked, "Who is that Ludwig Brown?"

"Karel Di Rupo's student, I don't know why the master and apprentice fell out. Mr. Di Rupo has publicly stated that he will draw a line with his students and never communicate with each other. I have read some about him According to the report, he worked as a trainer in the continuing education department of a wizarding medical institution in Denmark after falling out with his teacher."

"Why did you suddenly think of this person?"

Heimdall said: "I suspect that this diary in my hand was written by this Mr. Brown."

Once again they walked through the gates of the Danish Ministry of Magic.

The beauties at the consultation desk shook their heads regretfully at them this time, "I'm sorry, if the two of you can't produce a formal transfer order, we can't call out any medical institution contact information for you."

"You remember us, don't you? We passed the ID verification on Wednesday afternoon." Peter tried to get close.

"Of course I remember, we sincerely look forward to Mr. Strulusson Jr. sending back the two personality registration forms." The beauty's smile was impeccable.

Her remarks inspired Heimdall.Director Sturluson thought to himself, by the way, we can try to see if the back door can pass through.

"Is there a wizard phone available around here?" Heimdall asked.

The beauty pointed in the direction, and Heimdall saw a row of marble tables at the other end of the hall, on which were placed three wizard phones. They were either hanging listlessly on the edge of the table, or writhing enthusiastically.

Peter didn't know what Heimdall was going to do, so he followed him to the table in a daze, chose a phone lying quietly on his stomach, picked up the receiver familiarly, and dialed the number.

[Hello, this is the Office of the President of the International Federation of Wizards of the Finnish Ministry of Magic. 】"Hey, is it Dodoma?"

[Good afternoon, little master, I am Dodoma. 】

"how are things?"

【very good.Hina always thinks about you. 】

"I said she could come to see me, but she never came here on her own initiative. Do I have to come and find her?"

[Please don't be angry with her, you also know her character, she is as courageous as a mung bean. ] Heimdall couldn't help laughing, "I want to tell Hina that you speak ill of her."

[Please forgive me. 】

Heimdall laughed, this Dodoma is really interesting.

"Is dad there?"

【The master hasn't come back from the meeting yet】 Dodoma seemed to understand his concerns, and said again. [If the meeting process is not delayed, the host will return to the office in 8 minutes. ] "Then I'll call later."

[Little master, please forgive Dodoma for taking the liberty, where are you now? 】

"The reception hall of the Danish Ministry of Magic."

【Dodoma understands. 】

Heimdall put down the phone, raised a short leg to scratch his body, and seemed to shake the non-existent hair on his body.

"Okay?" Peter, who was in a daze, came back to his senses.

Heimdall shook his head, "I'll know in eight minutes."