HP's Foreign Land

Where is Director Sturluson now?

Little Lacarini and Adam quickly found someone beside a temporary flower wall. He was talking to a few guests with red faces. One of the groom's calves was shaking.Even so, Heimdall didn't say anything to stop him, he didn't dodge, and he always had a smile on his face.

Lacarini Jr. guessed that the group of big bosses were inextricably linked to the police force or security department.

Facts have proved that Adam Cross has a vicious vision in some respects. These tall and strong men are all officials of the International Quidditch League.

Little Lacarini said suddenly: "One thing you have to admit, I am more handsome than Klum."

Adam responded coldly, "So what?"

Little La Carini shrugged, "It's nothing, that's what I said."

Adam finally condescended to look him straight in the eyes, and said meaningfully: "Rig didn't like you."

"He didn't like me, I'm glad I realized it late..." Little Lacarini changed the subject. "What does my handsomeness have to do with Rigg?"

Adam smiled sarcastically, and some kind of hint was ready to come out.

Little Lacarini would be quite cruel if he was unreasonable. He said with cold eyes: "Take care of yourself first, I can't compare with your situation." I am a person who is about to have a fiancée, don't Confuse his little Lacarini with a dirty-minded person, such as this one.

Adam Krauss can imagine with his toes what's going on in his head.

Adam ignored Lacarini Jr.'s counterattack, and his eyes fell on Heimdall again.White stand-up collar, tie of the same color, snow blue wizard robe overlay, a white calla lily pinned to the chest.The hair has been specially combed, neat and handsome, all the sideburns are combed back, and the contours of the ears and chin can be clearly seen.There is no jewelry or expensive clothing, everything is simple, which complements Krum's tough iron-gray wizard robes.

Looking at such a radiant Heimdall Strulusson, Adam Klaus suddenly felt that it was not unreasonable to ask himself in the past few years, and the occasional misses in the past few years were also justifiable.If he was allowed to dream back at midnight with an ugly memory, he would not even forgive himself.

Heimdall over there bid farewell to the big and round Quidditch League officials for the time being, and another wave of guests surrounded him.It was a group of witches working in the wizarding medical field. Anna, holding her grandson, left the entrance and joined the guests.

Adam walked over, and Lacarini hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to keep up.It was his fever that had dragged Adam Cross in, and he felt it was his duty to watch over him.Professor Raccarini began to regret that he shouldn't have spoken quickly in front of Krum just now.

Standing still, Adam smiled politely at the ladies, earning a well-deserved barrage of accolades, before he greeted one of the main characters of the wedding reception.

"Rig."

"Adam?! Hello, hello." Heimdall shook hands with him warmly.

Adam looked him up and down: "Your attitude is very strange."

"I'll get used to it. I have this attitude towards everyone today." Heimdall waved to Lacarini Jr. in a blink of an eye.

Little Lacarini also waved his hand with a relaxed expression.

"Rig, I saw someone I know." Anna decided to leave the scene to these young people.

Heimdall understood what she meant, and was willing to accept her kindness, and took the child from her.

"I hope you have a good time." Heimdall watched Anna and her party leave, and turned around to find Adam staring at Mionir.

"This is my son." Heimdall introduced.

"I... heard some news," Adam's tone was full of confusion. "I didn't believe it before I came here, but now I have to face this problem squarely. Is this Victor Krum's son?"

"To be precise, it's me and Victor's son." Heimdall didn't mind correcting him.

Adam narrowed his eyes. "How can this be?"

"It means that your understanding of this world is not thorough enough." Lacarini Jr. interjected at the right time.

Adam was expressionless, "Is he implying that I am short-sighted?"

"Professor Lacarini's words are to the point," Heimdall said. "We really don't know enough about the world."

Adam snorted, "I heard that Professor Lacarini is not an easy person to get along with."

Heimdall couldn't help but smile when he thought of the first time they met.

Little La Carini was impatient with Adam's way of talking in circles, and sneered, "How cynical."

"Between the two of us, the cynical one must be you, and I'm just arrogant at best," Adam said.

Heimdall avoided their confrontation by looking down at his son.

Little Lacarini didn't take it seriously, thinking it's no wonder that Krum, who can talk to anyone, becomes taciturn when he talks about Klaus. Same line, but even more outrageous.

"How old is it?" Adam turned his attention back to Mionir.

Heimdall didn't answer, and asked his son with a smile, "How old are you?"

Mionir, who was dressed in the same dress as Master Krum, stretched out his right hand and made a 2. Except for the eyes and hair color, his eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose looked like a shrunken Victor Krum.

"He can't talk?" Adam's attitude was not warm.

"Probably not in the mood." Heimdall said lightly.

Mionier has always been passive in speaking, and when he is in a good mood, he speaks clearly and eloquently, mostly monosyllabic.For example, today, there was basically no sound.After the match 2, his attention fell back to the rubber duck in his hand, and he didn't pay much attention to others.

Heimdall isn't overly concerned about his "passivity"; everyone has a bad day.Children are no exception.

Adam naturally heard the implication of Heimdall's indifference, but he couldn't figure out why his attitude changed.

"Have you tested his mana?" Adam asked.

"No."

"Krum isn't in a hurry?"

"Why the hurry?"

Adam was asked, what if it was a squib?

Heimdall understood what he meant, and looked down at Mionier. After this period of care, the child's face has become rounder, his arms and legs are strong, and his cheeks have a healthy blush.

"If you need it, I will conduct a magic enlightenment test for Mionier at that time." Lacarini Jr. volunteered.

The other two looked at him.

"I am the godfather, and it is my duty." Lacarini said.

"Godfather?!" Heimdall opened his eyes wide.

Adam remained silent.

"I told Klum that I would be Mionir's godfather, and he didn't object." Lacarini Jr. automatically raised "no objection" to "agree."

Heimdall's impression of Racarini Jr. is no longer the same as before. There is nothing wrong with letting him be Mionier's godfather, but I don't know how to operate it. Just a verbal agreement will do?

"I'll discuss it with Victor," Heimdall said.

Little Lacarini hugged Mionier with a smile, "Little one, I will be your godfather from now on, what godfather is covering you." He couldn't wait to upgrade his CPU spontaneously.

Mionier twisted his body uncomfortably in the clumsy embrace of little Lacarini.

Adam took over the child from Lacarini Jr. before Heimdall, and Mionir quickly settled down.

Adam held the child in an orderly manner, and Lacarini Jr. made a fuss, "It seems that you are very experienced."

"I held my uncle's baby," Adam said.

Heimdall thought that Hasler's stepmother had given birth to a son who seemed to be old enough to run and dance, and the "my uncle's child" that Adam said was probably that child.

"Hassler is here too." Heimdall mentioned it by the way.

Adam responded flatly, and returned the child to Heimdall, "This child is not as good as you."

"How?! Mionir is the most beautiful child in the world." Heimdall smoothed the child's hair, with a satisfied smile on his face, and his blue eyes were bright and moving.

Adam was caught off guard, and didn't want to embarrass his willpower, so he couldn't take his eyes off him, lost in thought.

Little Lacarini had a panoramic view of Adam's reaction, turned his eyes away without any trace, and curled his lips: Who is showing the affectionate money now? !

Twelve o'clock on the wedding day.

Duncan Orville, who served as the host of the wedding banquet, stepped onto the beautiful stage built by flowers in high spirits amidst the buzzing whistles of the crowd. After standing still, he didn't say a word, and flung several blown kisses to the ladies gathering place in a coquettish manner. The men present laughed and cursed and threw a few magic water polo.

Duncan hid left and right in embarrassment, and the audience roared with laughter.

At the end of the warm-up, Duncan cleared his throat solemnly.

"Gentlemen and ladies, I am Duncan Orville, the future Mr. Magic of France who has the best chance to win the next championship. Please vote for me, thank you."

Heimdall, who was standing in the audience waiting to go on stage, burst into a smile, and Victor also had an uncontrollable smile on his face.

"Today is a beautiful day, I believe everyone thinks so. Today is the wedding banquet of Mr. Victor Krum and Mr. Heimdal Sturluson. On behalf of the two of you, I would like to welcome everyone!"

Carlo took the lead in howling, and there was a burst of applause from below.

"17 years old, my friends, Mr. Sturlusson is only 17 years old, and he is actually married? Isn't it unreasonable?" Duncan looked fussed. "There are so many handsome men and beautiful men in the world, why can't he think about it so much? Hurry up and invite them up to ask. Two grooms are invited!"

Victor took Heimdall's hand and walked slowly onto the stage.

Flower petals like fragrant snow fluttered over the stage, and beautiful string music rang in the ears, and all the guests stood up and applauded with blessing smiles on their faces.

Thanks to Victor and Heimdall.

"Why did you get married so early?" Duncan asked Heimdall.

"No reason, I want to get married."

"Why don't I want to get married?"

"So you get dumped all the time."

Duncan took an exaggerated step back, his face changed drastically, and the audience burst out laughing.

Duncan made an unbearable wiping motion and regained his strength.

"How did you determine the relationship? Who will fall in love with whom first?" Duncan asked.

Victor glanced at him, and Duncan asked knowingly.Duncan pretended not to see the master's gaze, and smiled calmly.

"I thought I was a normal reaction to puberty," Heimdall said. "When I found out that I didn't like women, I was somewhat upset. I wrote to my father to complain. I would like to thank my father Rommel here. He did not deny or discriminate against my sexuality, and he did not try to redeem it for me. Or cover up, he only did one thing from beginning to end: affirm my choice. Dad, thank you, you are the best dad in the world to me. And Snow who brought me up, without you I am not where I am today. I sincerely appreciate your unconditional tolerance for me."

Rommel and Snow, who were sitting under the stage, smiled respectively.

"Wait," Duncan puzzled. "I still haven't heard how the two of you made a pair."

"To use a clichéd explanation, the two of us met the right person at the right time." Heimdall shrugged.

Victor said, "To put it more vulgarly, there was love between us, and everything came naturally."

Heimdall looked into Victor's shining eyes, "Sometimes it's as simple as seeing the right eye. Do you need a reason to fall in love with someone?"

Duncan sighed exaggeratedly, "Although they were a little bit unwilling, their answers were impeccable. Next is the time for relatives to speak. I invite Mr. Victor Krum's father, Plov Krum."

In the interweaving of laughter and applause, the two grooms stepped off the stage, and Pulov walked onto the stage with stiff steps.

"Your dad is a little nervous," Heimdall said.

"I heard from my mother that my father didn't sleep last night." Victor said.

Just as Heimdall was about to say something, Duncan, who temporarily left the stage, ran down, carefully took out a photo, and handed it to Heimdall.The office manager took a look and saw that it was a photo of himself in a dress—the female version.

The corner of Heimdall's mouth twitched.

"Rig, sign for me." Duncan demanded.

"Sign what? Heimdall Strulusson?"

"Fieria Rinbra!" Duncan gave him a blank look.

Fieria Riembla was the model name used when the dress adverts were published, and although it was a bit deceptive, Heimdall was somewhat comforted by not using his real name.

"My handwriting is not good, so you can take it easy." Heimdall took Duncan's quill and signed it.

The guests laughed, followed by another burst of applause.Plov, who is not good at words, performed exceptionally today, and actually amused the guests.Heimdall saw the warmth in Victor's eyes.

Duncan fiddled with the signed beauty photo for a long time, a little regretful that the row of unattractive letters should not have ruined the picture.

"Rig, I have something to discuss with you." Duncan put away the beauty photo.

"Why do I think it's not a good thing." Heimdall said after "talking to himself". "What's up?"

"After I formally participate in Mr. Magic's campaign, can you let my dear Fairia join my camp and accompany me to canvass votes?"

In other words, let him dress up as a woman and join the cheerleading group.It is said that every candidate for Mr. Magic will choose a beautiful woman as a companion to create momentum for his campaign. Handsome men and beautiful women are an eternal pairing pattern.

Heimdall thought to himself that either he was going all out, or he was trying to increase the topic by doing the opposite. The identity of Fieria Riembla is no longer a secret.

"You have to get my husband's permission." Heimdall kicked the ball to his new husband.

"Don't even think about it." Master Krum shattered Mr. Orville's expectations as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Thank you everyone, thank you very much for coming to my son's wedding banquet, thank you." Plov walked off the stage energetically with his head up and chest out, and he could see that he was extremely satisfied with his performance.

Duncan ran up to the stage in three steps and two steps, "Mr. Rommel Sturluson is welcome."

Rommel put down his pipe and got up amidst all the attention.

Duncan ran off the stage in a hurry, and continued to chat with a new husband.No matter how extravagant he said, the master ignored them all.

Heimdall noticed that Mionier, who was sitting on the blanket and playing with the ball, had somehow grown up beside Mionier. The younger one was Dorit Krum, the youngest daughter of Daisy and Vidin. O'Neill is 7 months old, and now she can walk very steadily. Now she is sitting on the other side of the blanket, playing with the doll that Daisy stuffed her; as for the older one...

Heimdall walked over there, and Victor, who was entangled by Duncan, immediately noticed his actions, got rid of Duncan, and followed Heimdall.

Sensing the sound of footsteps, Sirius turned his head and met Heimdall's eyes, showing a cramped smile.

"Sorry, I am late."

"Welcome." Heimdall smiled. "You've already seen Mionir."

"Yes... I saw it." Sirius' eyes fell on the child again. "He looks really good, very cute." After a while, he came to his senses and said to Heimdall and Victor: "Congratulations, we are all happy for you."

"Thank you," Victor said.

"Actually, we all want to come, but..." Sirius sighed helplessly.

"I understand." Heimdall said.

Sirius smiled.

"Please come inside." Victor said politely.

"No, I'm not going, I'm just here to see," Sirius said, looking at the child again, his eyes full of longing that he didn't realize. "……come and see."

Heimdall stepped forward and hugged Mionir, and said softly to him, "Honey, that's your grandpa Sirius."

Mionir's attention shifted to Sirius, and Sirius couldn't help but his heart beat faster and his eyes were eager.

"... Sirius," Mionir said.

"Grandfather Sirius." Heimdall corrected.

"Grandpa Sirius." Mionir said to Sirius.

Sirius held his little hand emotionally, "Hello, Mionir, I'm Sirius Black."

When they returned to the stage, Rommel did not return to his seat after speaking.

"He's gone?" Rommel said.

Heimdall nodded.

"He values ​​you more than we thought," Rommel said.

Heimdall said nothing.

Rommel feigned displeasure, "I am your father."

Heimdall laughed and hugged his father, "Of course, there is no doubt about it."

Rommel patted him on the shoulder, his body was no longer as thin and short as before.

"You have grown up, son. Congratulations." Rommel's thousand words finally turned into a simple blessing.

After a sumptuous buffet lunch, there is a dance session, usually led by the bride and groom.But today there is no bride but only a groom, and the two decided to adopt another model, inviting each other's mother to form a partner to start the dance.Heimdall has no mother, and Narcissa will do it this time.

Victor and Narcissa, Heimdall and Anna, the four slide onto the dance floor to the mellow string quartet.

Then, the guests joined in one after another.

During this period, the two grooms changed several dance partners in a row and became the busiest people in the dance.

When the gentle waltz sounded, the two rejected another round of dance invitations in a tacit understanding, and slowly spun on the dance floor hand in hand.They looked at each other, silent, the conversations and music around them were mixed with the background in the rotation, at this moment, they only had each other in their eyes.

Victor's dancing posture is very leading, and the technique is not so fancy, but it is steady and powerful enough to make people feel at ease.Under his leadership, Heimdall didn't have to worry about taking the wrong step or hearing the wrong melody, and he didn't have to think about anything, as long as he walked and followed without doubt.His hands rested on Victor's broad shoulders, and the strong and powerful torso only a few inches away from him continued to emit his familiar smell. Heimdall closed his eyes in a pleasant smell that seemed to be mixed with fresh herbs. Eyes, feeling Victor's warm palms supporting his lower back, pulling him closer and closer after each rotation.

He opened his eyes and looked up into those bright brown eyes.

"Today is a memorable day, my dear, and I will never forget it." Victor said softly.

"Jeanne once hinted to me that we should find a better date to get married so that we can remember it more easily." Heimdall laughed.

Women always have anniversaries of one kind or another. If they don’t write them down in their notebooks or remind them with house elves, magic desk calendars, etc., men will forget them in all likelihood.

Victor pondered seriously, "Maybe we can get married again on the 1st of next month."

"I have no objection, but the guests who gave the gifts must not be very happy." Heimdall couldn't help laughing when he thought of such a scene.

Looking at his smiling face, Victor sighed, then lowered his head and kissed his lips.

They stopped in the middle of the dance floor.

Heimdall responded positively to his passionate yet tender kiss, forgetting the environment and the guests circling around them, everything became a blur and gradually disappeared.Heimdall's hand came to his back, stroking the iron-gray clothing warmed by his body temperature, stayed for a moment, then slid to his chest, the heartbeat under the palm was fierce and fast.

The applause awakened the two of them, they shook at the same time, and then separated.

The young guests blow their whistles, and the elderly guests can't help but lament their youth.

Victor and Heimdall left the dance floor hand in hand, leaving space for the guests. At this time, they don't need the stars, they just want to be alone.

Arms of the two were linked together, and they came to the stream. The setting sun in the afternoon sprinkled layers of golden ears on the stream, and the jumping small water droplets flowed into the distance wrapped in the afterglow.

"We will walk down together." Victor held Heimdall's left hand with his left hand, and the two silver rings drew a lingering arc in the air.

There is no need for them to carefully test the groundwork and be considerate and considerate like other newlyweds. They have their own goals in their careers. They have already exchanged vows and regard each other as the only one in this life. It is the most urgent desire at present-that is the destination.

Heimdall said nothing.

He raised his head in the slightly glaring sunlight, and all kinds of past lives, including Yolf, flashed before his eyes, and his eyes were crystal clear.

The familiar melody sounded in my heart.

Maybe holding hands, the previous life may not be easy to leave.

Maybe with the road of companionship, this life will be even busier.

So holding hands, we will walk together in the next life.

So with the road of companionship, there is no time to turn back.

【IX·Phoenix Blooming Seventh Grade】