HP's Foreign Land

The horn sounded, and there was a bit of desolation in the sobs. At that moment, the shadow of time was blowing under the feet with the simple wind.The golden clocks of different sizes floating above the head and changed by magic say the time in unison: at 10 am, the beautiful singing voice is ethereal and ethereal.Although Heimdall could not understand the lyrics, he recognized that the singing was in Finnish.

The noise in the corridor gradually subsided, and everyone listened in unison.

A certain door in the corridor creaked open, while the other doors were all hidden in the gray background.The open door is ornately decorated, and the glaring white light on the other side of the door attracts the eyes of people wrapped in gloom.

Fresh small flowers with long stems are woven into waterfalls and decorated on both sides of the arch, and two Nordic swamp elves are flying above the flowers, constantly splashing petals on the wizard entering the arch.

Heimdall was humiliated by the little daisy, and finally flicked off the petals, and was stuffed into a wizard hat.It is pointed, long and tapered, just like the black and white impermanent uniform hat shown on TV. Director Strulusson's aesthetics have been reversed, so it can be seen that the shape of this thing is really not good.

The head of the room looked at the hat in his hand with a look of distaste. It was gradually lake blue—like the layered cream mints sold at Christmas. The tip of the hat was similar to black in color, decorated with dots of sequins, and a small cloth bag was hung on the top. , it is said that it contains seeds, and the most exaggerated is the piece in the middle of the hat that depicts a bonfire burning.Heimdall looked up, and some wizards had already put their hats on their heads, and the bonfire was burning vividly on their heads.

Heimdall suddenly felt that the room was full of Martians...

The first phase of the Youth Awards Ceremony is to honor young people, so more than half of the wizards representing each department are wizards under the age of 40.Of course, everyone doesn’t agree with the bright spots of this hat, but young people like to be lively, and it’s over after laughing at each other while wearing the Martian hat. If it’s ugly, let’s all look ugly together.

Ever since, Heimdall put on his hat.

The boss, Hollingworth, decisively stated that he is middle-aged, so he didn't wear it.Heimdall found that Mr. Krum was not wearing it either. The room chief was not surprised at all. This hat challenged the master's taste. It would take a lot of courage to put it on his head without any pressure.

All in all, play is festive atmosphere.

Heimdall followed behind his boss to IW's location. There was a row of VIP seats near the stage, and the chairs wrapped in embroidered fabric looked extremely comfortable.The head of the room began to unfold in his mind again: When will he be able to sit in such a temperamental chair and respond to everyone.

The venue was almost full, someone took out a pocket watch, and VIPs appeared one after another.No one would stand up at this time to question that these big shots missed the prescribed time to enter the field, and the young people couldn't help but hold their breath and keep the scene quiet.Heimdall is naturally one of them.

After all the distinguished guests took their seats calmly, the swamp elf closed the door.

The award ceremony of the first phase of the Midsummer Festival of the International Federation of Wizards kicked off with the applause of wizards.The host of the first stage of the awards ceremony came onto the stage with a smile on his face. He was a young man with a bald forehead and a little beard on his chin, which added a bit of masculine charm to his plain facial features.Another wave of applause greeted him.

"That's Jacob Moreau, an office director of the Special Magic Products Monitoring Committee. He is responsible for registering and cataloging newly-baked magic products from all over the world, so he has a good memory." Hollingworth said to Heimdall.

Heimdall had to admit that Mr. Moreau's hairline was set back.

Jacob Morrow's voice has a magical appeal, which can inspire enthusiasm and enthusiasm in people's hearts. When he greeted the audience loudly and flexibly used several languages ​​to say "Hello everyone" in turn, the audience in the audience The applause lasted for a long time.

"He is a well-known easy-going faction in the International Federation of Wizards. He likes to make friends with people from various departments. He wanders around when he has nothing to do. He seems to be able to call brothers and sisters with wizards all over the world." Hollingworth added.

"I haven't seen him," said Heimdall.

Hollingworth glanced at him.

Heimdall knew he had said the wrong thing again.

The International Wizengamot is no ordinary department and cannot possibly be a retreat for non-staff.

"That's why he was elected to host," Heimdall said.

Not to mention that people with this kind of "four seas" personality are likable, the complex network of contacts can play a powerful role in finalizing the decision at critical times.

"Adelia Ferring also signed up for the election as host this time, but unfortunately she was not selected." Hollingworth smiled. "I hope Ferrin can be chosen...Why are you looking at me like that?"

"A little surprised, I thought you didn't think very highly of her."

"I never judged her."

Heimdall observed a second of silence for Miss Ferring.

"Don't you think the stage is better to be pleasing to the eye?" Hollingworth didn't like the bald man who swayed his humor with his life.

Heimdall looked around at all the young people who looked like they had been beaten with chicken blood. Their mental quality was not strong enough, and they didn't have the nerve to flatter the boss to the end.

"Everyone's aesthetics are different." He had to be vague.

Hollingworth snorted.

Heimdall muttered, "At least I prefer to look at men."

Hollingworth laughed under his breath.

When Victor appeared on the stage as an award presenter, the audience applauded very strongly.Heimdall is also one of the members who is desperately adding bricks and tiles, and howling is called Qi Penetrating Changhong.

Hollingworth shook his head amusedly when he saw his brain congested. Fortunately, his appearance was not too abrupt compared to the people around him. What's more, he tried to rush up directly, but was dissuaded by the patrolman in charge of security.

Mr. Krum presented the Most Efficient Award, and the department that won the prize was actually the maintenance department that no one was optimistic about before—the department became a full-time member three years ago; Madame Durand.

The applause from the audience was lifeless after Ms. Durand took the trophy from Victor's terse remarks, which were full of platitudes.

However, the maintenance department did not see anyone coming up to accept the award.The patrolmen searched around the venue. It turned out that the department had always been marginalized. It didn't think it would win the award, so it didn't send a representative to attend the award ceremony.

The host Morrow was struggling with how to proceed with the awards. Victor suggested to wait a little longer, but the audience did not object.

The person in charge of the maintenance department entered the door with applause, his wrinkled face was flushed, and he wiped the sweat that slipped from his forehead from time to time to take the trophy from Victor, his expression changed from dazed at first to dazed , I probably didn't understand how this award came here.

"Everyone can see the performance of the maintenance department." Victor's implication is that he can accept it with peace of mind.

The person in charge laughed a few times, and reported the names of a series of department employees to the audience, speaking very fast without missing a single one, which in exchange for a new wave of applause.

Hollingworth commented, "Although the maintenance department is not ranked in the International Federation of Wizards, they are the most cohesive department in the entire building, and this most efficient award is well-deserved."

Heimdall pretended not to hear the envy, jealousy and hatred in the boss's words.

Just when the host directed several people to leave the stage, the stage changed suddenly.Ms. Emily Durand, who won the personal most efficient award, suddenly stopped Victor, declaring herself a die-hard fan, and begging to give him a kiss.Immediately there was a frivolous whistle from the audience, and the guys who feared the world would be everywhere.

Rommel changed his sitting position, and there was no emotion on his face.

Heimdall's posture is exactly the same as that of his father, watching the farce on the field expressionlessly in a large noisy background.

Hollingworth glanced at him, then smiled playfully.

Despite the host's persuasion and persuasion, and the constant booing from the audience watching the show, Victor finally put on an apologetic expression and categorically rejected the signal that the lady longed for intimacy.Are you kidding, my husband is sitting below, the master doesn't want to go home and kneel on the washboard to guard the empty room alone.

The lady was disappointed, and the master walked off the stage with his face unchanged.

Immediately, Heimdall heard some negative comments about Victor's lack of gentlemanly demeanor, so he turned around without warning, and the young wizards who were whispering were taken aback.Heimdall scanned them slowly from beginning to end, remembering clearly the departments they belonged to shown on their wizard robes, and then looked away as if nothing happened.A few young people forgot their original intention under his fierce aura, their chests were chilled by those blue eyes, and they looked at each other for a while.

Hollingworth said he couldn't hold his breath, "Why bother with that kind of kid."

"Compared to them, I am a child, so I want to remember them firmly." Heimdall said confidently.

Hollingworth was speechless.

Master Krum seemed oblivious to the new discussion caused by the lack of cooperation in the scene just now, and he walked back to his original position and sat down, looking in Heimdall's direction naturally.Heimdall raised his hand and shook it as if no one was there, and the master sat down with a smile.

The whisper behind them sounded again, and Heimdall heard them fussing and saying: "...I remembered, he is Heimdall Strulusson, the son of Rommel Sturlusson!" In the voice Full of jealousy and...unspeakable complex emotions.

The ceremony arranged for the old Lacarini to be the presenter of the Best Newcomer Encouragement Award. Although his reputation is not as loud as Victor, there is something more in the applause of the audience, which is completely different from the atmosphere when Klum was on stage. different.The Best Newcomer Encouragement Award is a newly established award this year. In order to highlight its importance, the organizers of the ceremony specially found such a relatively important person to occupy the field.

When the old Lacarini announced the name of the award-winning wizard, the audience was silent.

A name was read out, and there was warm applause. Heimdall couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

not him.

Lost?Of course there is.Who doesn't want to win a prize, everyone will inevitably encounter several whimsical moments.Of course he is no exception.

Just as he was about to let out a breath, the former Minister Lacarini said another name.

Two people?Heimdall was wondering.A third name follows.

Heimdall Strulusson.

Heimdall felt that the expression on his face should not be ecstatic, he looked at the boss in surprise.

Hollingworth said innocently: "There are three places for this award, didn't I tell you?"

No wonder IW, who has never been a leader, is so active in reporting his name. It turns out that there are many targets. Even if there are really narrow-minded ones, the firepower will not be concentrated on him alone.

Heimdall stood up grinning, turned around, and walked onto the stage with a refreshing smile.

There are three winners of the Best Newcomer Encouragement Award this time, namely Ms. Elfak from the Wizarding Traffic Command Center, Mr. Godrens from the Muggle Object Monitoring Center, and Heimdall Struro from the International Wizengamot Mr. Song.

They respectively received small trophies cast in the shape of bonfires from the hands of the former minister of Lacarini. When the three of them raised the trophies in their hands under the call of the host to signal, the Martian hats in the audience uniformly shot up the flames. , presenting a prairie fire.

Director Strulusson was very grateful that he took off his hat before going on stage.

Now it's time for acceptance speeches.

Rommel and Hollingworth hugged their chests in the audience.The master was a little unhappy, the head of the room's spring-like expression could be hidden from others but not from him.Heimdall suddenly discovered that Godrens, who won the rookie award with him, was actually a handsome man. The head of the office who wanted to use the time of the first two to make a fuss wasted his time by watching male sex in 360 degrees without dead ends. It dawned on him when it was his turn.

The head of the room is more or less an acting school, and he didn't show his feet.He stepped forward with a deep expression, letting the audience focus on him without fear.

"I didn't prepare my acceptance speech," he revealed his old background as soon as he opened his mouth.

"This won't work." The host Mr. Moreau interrupted him with a smile. "The first two speeches were too simple. We don't want to be dealt with. It is enough to deal with it twice. Is it still the same for the third time? Do you think so?"

The audience howled like a wolf.

Heimdall wondered if he thought he was too young to be bullied, so he waited here specially?Mr. Stuluson still remembers the scene of him persuading the master to accept the beauty's kiss for fear of chaos.

"Mr. Moreau is really an impatient person. I just said half a sentence." He put on an aggrieved expression at the right time.

Snickers came and went from the audience.

Moreau was a little embarrassed.

Heimdall continued, "Although Mr. Moreau, the host of the ceremony, spoke English, and most of the award presenters spoke in English, I heard most of the winners speak French. To be honest, I am under a lot of pressure and I can't speak French. Everyone Don't you mind?"

People in the audience expressed that they didn't mind.

"I said earlier that I didn't prepare my acceptance speech, and indeed I didn't. I didn't realize that there were three winners of this award, not just one as I always thought, until I heard my name. As for why I won the award...probably because I am younger than everyone here. There must always be a care award among the three awards." Then he said "you understand". "I won't say thank you so and so. I plan to tell my superiors face to face when I return to IW. It's not uncommon to say it here first."

Applause accompanied by laughter echoed over the venue.

"Also, there is one more thing—well, by the way, thanks to the first two succinct speeches, it's easier for me now."

Another round of applause.

"In addition, a wizard named Victor Krum came to the stage to present the award just now. I believe everyone has seen it and remembered it. That man is my fiancé. Maybe everyone thinks that his behavior just now is not gentlemanly enough to accept a lady. Your request for a kiss is innocuous, or perhaps you think this is completely commonplace for a Quidditch star, and I will tell you that you are very wrong. Mr. Krum has always been a decent man, and he is an upright wizard. When you understand a person's character, please don't make judgments or make judgments. I believe everyone understands the fearsome truth without me explaining it."

The stage was silent.

Heimdall raised the trophy and said: "Thanks to the trust and cultivation of the International Wizengamot, which gave the Newcomer Award jury the opportunity to choose me. Thank you very much."

The applause sounded after a delay of two seconds, as if a little unwilling, the audience reacted differently, with different expressions.

Rommel pursed his lips, still looking inscrutable, and there seemed to be a faint smile flowing in his eyes.Old Lacarini shook his head, and he didn't agree with Heimdall's rash behavior in his heart. He was not his son anyway, and he hoped that the Stulusson family would be unhappy.

Master Krum clasped his hands and smiled.

Heimdall turned a blind eye to those good or bad stares, and when he sat down, he was soaked in the sight of the wizards around him.

Hollingworth said to him, "Don't you think it's a little bit of a fuss?"

"If I feel that way, I won't do it." Heimdall said calmly. "No way, I just said that as soon as my brain got hot, and when I realized that it was a done deal. Some things may not be worth mentioning to others, but to me it's the opposite. Be a man with principles."

Hollingworth couldn't see any regrets in him, "You have just become a judge, and you have officially started in IW. This awards ceremony is your first public appearance in the International Federation of Wizards. You just now Those words implicated a lot of people, believe it or not, as soon as we walk out of here, there will be rumors that you are arrogant and unreasonable in the building."

"People who don't know me have their first impression of me from my father, who usually defines me as a typical noble young master, who spontaneously erected a wall of unattainable heights for me, thinking that my eyes are higher than the top, indifferent Disrespectful," Heimdall said. "In this case, why don't I fulfill their conjectures. My father is Rommel Strulusson, so I am arrogant and unreasonable. You see, even if there are really rumors, they will disappear soon. "

He wasn't worried, as long as the Lords above remembered his outstanding performance.

God gave him a high-ranking and powerful father, so he should be a "dandy" according to the destiny, otherwise he will be too sorry for those wizards who make up their own minds.

After talking with my father for a while, the two separated at the door of the conference room.Heimdall walked towards the elevator. At this time, the crowd had almost dispersed, and there were two or three people standing in front of the elevator door.

The wizards stopped talking.Heimdall, who was holding the trophy in his hand, smiled at them, and the responses from several people were a bit dry.

When the elevator door opened, Heimdall stepped forward, and when he turned around, everyone else stayed where they were.

"Aren't you coming in?"

"No rush, no hurry..." They waved their hands hastily.

Heimdall pressed the close button, put one foot between the two doors, and the door bounced open again. Victor walked into the elevator, turned and pressed the button, and the door closed behind him.

"You didn't leave?" Heimdarch asked.

Victor pressed the emergency stop button hard, the lights above his head flickered, and the moving elevator came to a sudden stop.

"what are you doing?"

Heimdall was only able to say this sentence, and the master pressed him against the wall and kissed his lips hard.

"Hmm..." The stirring tongue made a lewd sound of water, the intense kiss couldn't hold back the overflowing saliva, the transparent and slippery liquid oozed from the corner of Heimdall's mouth, slid down, gathered in the chin, dripping down Lose.

Victor followed the traces of saliva and kissed Heimdall's chin, throat, neck, and then to the collarbone exposed behind the neckline that he pulled open vigorously...

Heimdall raised his hand in a daze, and the weight of the trophy in his hand forced him to come back to his senses. He bent his knees and pushed away the man who was making trouble on him, and found that the buttons of his clothes were almost undone.

"Press the elevator button back!" Heimdall, who had recovered his senses, stuffed the trophy into the opponent's hand, bowed his head and buttoned it.

"Baby, let me hold you for a while longer." Victor leaned over pitifully, and Heimdall could clearly feel the strength and heat coming from his lower body, and couldn't help but be speechless.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Irritated," said the master.

"Who stimulated you?"

"you."

"...Could it be caused by what I said on stage?"

The master nodded, thinking sourly in his heart, more than that!

Heimdall laughed, and pressed the button again, and the elevator started running again.

He turned around and touched the master's face, his eyes narrowed, his smile couldn't tell whether it was provocative or provocative, "Unexpectedly, you are quite innocent."

Victor smiled evilly when he saw his expression: "If you look at me like that again, you will be at your own peril."

The head of the room couldn't help but blush and flirt in a heartbeat, honestly.

After Heimdall got off work, the two brought their son back together, and invited Lange to a new home that had not yet been fully completed on Sunday.

"Dad said that the Danish Ministry of Magic has approved our marriage application, and this weekend will start to implement their first preferential policy. Do you have time this weekend? Go and take a wedding photo. I want to bring Mionier with me, and our family will then The three of them took a group photo. The Great Elder may go, he hasn’t seen Mionir yet,” Heimdall said.

"You have the final say." Victor looked like a nice man.

Heimdall smiled and said to Mionnier: "Big eyes, I will take pictures with my dads on Saturday."

"Taking a photo?" Mionier, who was holding a small ball that bounced automatically, looked up curiously.

"Did you see the photo on the fireplace?" Heimdall pointed it out to him. It was a group photo of the two fathers, enlarged and framed in a beautiful wooden frame and hung above the fireplace.

"Take a picture..." Mionier's eyes began to light up.

"Yes, that's taking pictures."

Mionier dropped the ball, ran to the fireplace and looked up at the photos.

"He seems eager to try it," Heimdall said to Victor,

"I also want to take a few more photos with you." The master said.

"No problem, your photos are so valuable, and I am the one who earns them."

Mionir ran back, his eyes sparkling.

"Big eyes want photos."

"Okay, let's go take a picture together."

Mionier danced and danced.

Victor asked, "Did Professor Lange read you a storybook?"

Mionnier likes to ask his fathers to read storybooks to him before taking a nap. No matter wizards or Muggles, as long as they are storybooks, he can't put them down.

"He reads with big eyes and doesn't understand..." Mionier looked very troubled.

The two fathers couldn't help laughing, they didn't think he could understand all the usual story books.

"Langer asked me to take care of his sneezeweed." Mionier said proudly.

"Our big eyes are so capable." Heimdall feigned surprise.

"Langer also taught me how to make sneezeweed syrup..."

Sneezweed syrup? !Heimdall was taken aback.

Mionir continued: "... Grind the moonstone into powder and add it to the cauldron, stir it counterclockwise three times, and after boiling for 7 minutes, add two drops of the sneezeweed syrup."

Victor said affirmatively: "The palliative formula."

Mionier said distressedly: "Big eyes can't understand."

Heimdall hesitated, "Professor Lange just read this to you?"

"There are others..." He mumbled and started to recite.

Heimdall and Victor looked at each other. On the one hand, they were shocked by the memory of the big eyes; on the other hand, they were amused that Lange read the potion formula as a children's storybook.

Victor said solemnly: "Looking at it this way, at least in terms of potions, Mionir will follow me." He seemed relieved.

Director Strulusong wanted to complain, but he lacked confidence, so he gave up in frustration.