HP's Foreign Land

Dinner cooking process is simple, but things rich.Mionnier likes to eat fish, and Victor also likes to eat it. In the past, considering Heimdall's taste, he ate red meat more often.Now I have taken advantage of my son.With Heimdall's active participation, fish has gradually become a frequent visitor on the table.

"You are a father, you have to lead by example." Victor said and handed over the "Welsh Green Dragon".

Under the attention of her son, Xiaobaba bit the bullet and chewed the green stems and green leaves. In order not to let her son underestimate it, she had to pretend to be enjoying it.The master finally found a way to cure his "problem".

Victor wiped Mionir's face, almost eating it up to his nose.

Mionier smiled foolishly.

"Why is it so early today?" Victor looked at the little papa who forced a smile.

Heimdall finally swallowed the celery, quickly forked a piece of fish to "gargle", and shook his head after listening to the child's father's words.

"It's hard to say." He was silent for a while, and then said, "Don't talk about such frustrating things when you eat and eat."

Victor was surprised. How did the job with high expectations become a "frustrating thing"?

Heimdall changed the topic, and talked to Mionir, who was feasting, with a smile.

"Baby, is this fish delicious?"

"Delicious." Mionier nodded repeatedly.

Heimdall smiled brightly, what a nice baby, you don't have a partial eclipse, follow me.

What an old shameless father.

After the meal, the two fathers continued to drink tea and chat, and Mionier was going to do the daily essential work - taking care of the frogs.In fact, he just squatted by the keg and watched the tadpoles without doing anything. Mionier was particularly enthusiastic about this, with extraordinary patience and perseverance, he could squat directly until bedtime.

The two fathers saw that he was interested in aquatic animals, so they raised a few goldfish in the pool in the yard. Mionier was very happy, but his favorite was frogs.

"When he was in school, the pets he brought to school were probably toads." Heimdall joked.

"If it doesn't work, there's Sister Pod." Victor reminded with a smile.

"Yes, that's right." Heimdall laughed.

The black cat, who was lying on the cushion and flipping through the latest discount list of the candy chain store, rolled its eyes inwardly.

In the afternoon, accompanied by Heimdall, he went crazy for a while. In addition, the tadpole bulged out two legs. Mionir was particularly energetic at night, and he was still alive and well at bedtime. Heimdall had already read three bedtime stories Looking at the blinking baby lying on the small bed, he smiled wryly.

"You didn't take a nap today, check what time it is, and close your eyes." Heimdall's voice was a little harsh.

Mionier shrank back under the quilt, his eyes lost the expression they had just now.

Heimdall was determined not to be moved.

Mionnier closed his eyes pitifully, and his small mouth under the quilt was shrunken in grievance.

Heimdall leaned over and kissed him on the face, and said softly, "Baby is so obedient, Dad will take you to see the big octopus tomorrow."

Mionir opened his eyes quickly, and grinned happily. As soon as he caught Heimdall's gaze, he quickly raised his hand to cover his eyes, and peeked out through his fingers.

The milk voice whispered childishly: "Mionir is asleep."

Heimdall couldn't help laughing.

Back in the bedroom, Victor was standing by the desk with his shirt off and only a pair of pajama pants, and turned his head when he heard the movement.

"he has slept?"

Heimdall nodded, "This kid is really energetic."

Just as Victor was about to speak, Heimdall took a step forward, "The next thing I want to say is up to you?!"

Victor grinned, and Heimdall's little grinning face flashed before Heimdall's eyes, and his expression became extremely gentle.

"Come." Victor moved in his heart and stretched out his hand.

Heimdall grabbed his hand and was pulled into his arms.

"Are you OK?"

As soon as Heimdall heard it, he knew that the master was very concerned about the few words at the dinner table, so he pinched his thick back muscles, and lightly talked about the situation he encountered in IW during the day.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Victor didn't express any opinion on his question, and smiled and licked the soft flesh on the side of Heimdall's neck. "I must raise you two fat and white."

Chief Sturlusson's lust suddenly rose, and his hands slid back and forth on the master's naked upper body.

"What were you thinking when I came in just now?" Heimdall didn't ignore his actions and demeanor.

"I want to compete. I will supervise an amateur match the day after tomorrow. It's purely for entertainment. Friendship comes first and matches come second." Victor muttered, leaving a few shallow marks on Heimdall's head and neck.

Staring at the pansy wizard card, brooding over the day after tomorrow's favorite amateur Quidditch match?Heimdall didn't see through his perfunctory, and turned to meet his sliding lips.

Between the kisses, Victor asked, "Are you resting tomorrow?"

"...rest." Heimdall took a breath. "I was supposed to work overtime, but I decided to take it off..."

The sound below was muffled.

The two tongues were entangled, and the saliva was handed over to each other. The wet sound that made people feel that their ears had been violated echoed in the room.Victor tasted the juice in Heimdall's mouth, which was light and moist, and more of Heimdall's own breath, which made people addicted and unable to extricate themselves.

Victor swept Heimdall's mouth like an addiction, and soon couldn't hold back, picked him up, and pressed him on the bed.

The master has always been quick and accurate in his strikes, and he stripped someone naked.

……

"Get up, get up, get up—"

The red toy rooster fluttered away from the mantelpiece like clockwork, and flapped back and forth over the double bed, its high-pitched, broken gong screaming outrageously shrill.A hand was lazily stretched out from under the quilt, and the rooster alertly avoided the waving of the palm, and continued to yell loudly with its neck raised.

Victor grumbled in annoyance.

This rooster who never knows how to adapt originally belonged to Mionier, but this baby has no trouble getting up, and the big cock is useless.With the consent of his son, the master put the cock in his bedroom, aiming at a certain judge who likes to lie in bed, but he did not expect that he would have a day of "defying the law with his own body".

Someone worked too hard last night, so he also worked hard, so the vigorous old man lost his energy.

Heimdall, who was also woken up, snickered under the quilt.

The master raised his eyebrows.

The snickering immediately froze and then changed its tone, turning into a low moan.

"I have nothing..." Heimdall said stiffly. "Anyway, rest today...you, can you do it, be careful that you can't even step on the broom, Mr. Kroom..." The master's fingers rubbed his lower body slowly.

"I'm not going!" The master pursed his lips, pressed his body over, and even hugged and rubbed against the quilt.

Rarely did he show such a naive side, and Heimdall laughed out loud.

With the help of Hina, Mionir, who couldn't wait to get up at five o'clock, ran over immediately when he heard the movement, looked through the door panel, and then bent down to stare at the crack of the door.After hearing the good news that little papa was going to take him out before going to bed last night, the baby's excitement has continued until now.He has run back and forth no less than seven times.

Hina's heart aches, she bites the bullet and goes in for a morning call.

On the other side of the door that Mionier couldn't see, the master hugged the quilt and wailed. Judge Sturluson was too perfunctory, and the master was very hurt.

As soon as the door opened, Mionir rushed up and hugged Heimdall's leg with bright eyes, extremely flattering.

Heimdall picked up the child and found that he had even put on the cloak and was still holding the baseball cap that Heimdall bought for him, so he couldn't help but smile.

It's only six twenty in the morning.

"Dad, go brush your teeth and wash your face first. Go to the kitchen and see what you're having today. Dad will consult you later." Heimdall said as he put the child down.

Mionier got the order, turned around and ran away.

Heimdall returned to the room and found that Victor hadn't gotten up yet, so he walked over to pull the quilt funny.

"Honey, wake up."

"I'm on vacation today too!" The master announced sadly and angrily.

"Well, take your time." Heimdall threw down the quilt.

The master flipped off the quilt and jumped out of bed. The whole movement was done in one go. Heimdall didn't realize what was going on. He had already been picked up and went to the bathroom.

"Ah, what are you doing?! Put me down! Victor Krum!" Judge Sturluson screamed as if he had encountered a young girl playing a hooligan.

Lord Krum ignored it.

They entered the bathroom, and the struggling Heimdall suddenly quieted down and closed the bathroom door, the master couldn't help laughing.

More than an hour later, Mionier picked up the vegetable puree in his small bowl, scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth awkwardly, a small part leaked on the rice pocket, and his eyes fell on the empty chair aside , wondering in my heart: Why isn’t the little papa coming?

Hina delivered delicious tacos, and as a signal, Little Papa rushed into the small dining room salivating.

Mionir was finally relieved, and smiled silly at Heimdall.

When Victor walked in slowly, he was very curious to see one big and one small muttering something.

"What are you talking about?"

"Our arrangement for today." Heimdall gave his son a knowing wink.

Mionier beamed with joy.

Da Papa felt like being excluded.

"Where are you going?" Victor made himself look particularly tolerant.

"Just wander around and meet up with Draco. We'll have dinner at Dad's tonight, and you can eat alone at night." Heimdall put a bite of the taco to Mionir's mouth, greedy The baby only gnawed off the vegetable leaves, and kept moving her cheeks, as if the taste of this vegetable leaf was different from others.

The old man picked up the taco sullenly.When I went out to work, I slapped my son hard on the face, and gnawed Mionier until he yelled; he chewed on the mouth of a certain room chief for a long time in retaliation, and then reluctantly let go amidst the yelling of one big and one small leave.

At around 9:30, Heimdall finished explaining to Hina, and came to the double-decker bus in the front yard through the connecting aisle. The bottom floor of the double-decker bus is a warehouse, mainly for storing daily necessities, and the broomstick is also placed here.Heimdall found a household broom that had been modified to carry children under seven.Mionnier followed Heimdall like a tail for a moment.

The household broomstick was provided by Heimdall's former owner, Cloud Broom Company, as a wedding present.It stands to reason that Comet should be more eager to send brooms. After all, Victor is their current endorsement, and Heimdall also filmed commercials for them for free.But Comet, who is rich and powerful, has nothing to do with Xingyunhui, which claims to be a small business. Comet also sent brooms, but basically did not consider Victor's family. Every shot was a broom for racing whose functions were boasted to be miraculous.This thing is not used in ordinary family life.Xingyun is different. They focus on the field of young people, and pay more attention to Heimdall's movements. As soon as they learned that their family had an extra baby, they gave them a household broom specially made for them under the name.

Heimdall accepted it very happily, and he knew the purpose of Xingyun, and it was nothing more than asking him to speak for him.Heimdall has not given a definite answer, but only said that he would consider it.

Since the purpose is to go out and play, the phantom series of magic is naturally abandoned.Mionir was less than three years old, and Heimdall was afraid that he would not be able to withstand the huge burden on his body caused by the transfer.

Put Mionir on the broom, Heimdall urged the broom, and the father and son flew into the blue sky.In order to prevent his son from slipping, Heimdall used the anti-falling ropes that come with the broom to fix his son on his chest. These ropes are made of dragon skin and are very strong.

After flying for about ten minutes, they landed next to Muxi Valley Station, the nearest Tianma carriage transfer station to their home.

As soon as the broom landed, a large group of wizards with small suitcases and baskets swarmed up, loudly selling all kinds of small commodities and newspapers and magazines—the small suitcases and baskets kept changing into dazzling shapes under their operation. items, some with vivid sound and light effects.Mionir's eyes were straightened.Although Heimdall firmly shook his head and refused, they still refused to give up until another wave of strangers arrived and diverted the attention of these people.

Heimdall rushed into an item custody shop with his son in his arms and a broom, and paid 20 silver Sickles in advance, and asked the owner to take care of the broom and do free maintenance by the way—the latter is the key, and the settlement will be made when he comes back to pick up the items .

Muxi Valley Station is a small stopover station, not the starting point, and usually not the end point.The only exception is that every year around Christmas, there will be a long-distance carriage from Bern, Switzerland, which will set here as the terminal. This train stops in big cities such as Berlin, Prague, Vienna, etc., and circles a large circle over Central Europe to Eastern Europe. , the terminal is in Muxi Valley.This long-distance carriage is so infrequent that it runs only three times throughout the year: one on December 12th, one on December 15th, and another on December 12st.Usually can't ride at all.

What Heimdall wants to take today is a carriage departing from St. Petersburg, Russia, to Paris, France. The schedule shows that the carriage will arrive at Muxi Valley Station at around 10:20, and the stop time is only 7 minutes. Afraid of missing this train.If you miss it, the next carriage to Paris will not come until 4 pm, and that trip will take a bigger circle, and the ticket price will be three times that of this trip.

Heimdall bought the tickets and waited in sequence under the simple stop signs. The chalk writing on the stop signs has been erased and rewritten, and now it shows the train that Heimdall is going to take.

At this time, it's time for the hawkers to show their talents.

They bulged their tongues and boasted that a very common sour plum lollipop that can make a hole in the tongue is like a panacea for rejuvenation.Experienced passengers keenly avoid all possible eye contact with hawkers. They know that once they are targeted, it will be more troublesome than getting rid of the harassment called biting vines.

Heimdall is an experienced person. He lived in Knockturn Alley a long time ago, and he went out with Snow several times.Even though Snow is an office director and often travels on business, he is more modest in eating and drinking public funds, plus he has a child, so standing under the open-air stop sign, surrounded by unscrupulous peddlers, is not a little experience at that time.

The small trader took aim at the child in Heimdall's arms, and hooked up Mionir with a fire-breathing miniature toy dragon.

Mionir looked at it carefully for a while, and the small trader thought it was a joke, and complacently prepared to further fool the parents of the children. Mionier took out a vivid Chinese fireball dragon from his small cloak pocket.Mionir pressed the dragon's tail, and the bright fireball dragon spewed out a fiery magical flame that looked like it was real, and the sparks spit out by the black little dragon in the vendor's hand were instantly muted like watered firewood.

Passengers around couldn't help laughing, and the small vendor ran away despondently with his things in his arms.

Afterwards, the peddler who peddled inferior toys never approached again, and the father and son were finally quiet for a while.

With a loud neigh, Tianma dragged a huge carriage down the sky majestically, and finally landed not far from the station, kicking up a large cloud of dust.Tenma kicked its hooves amidst the coughing of the passengers, and entered the station proudly.

"The French have a bad temper!" a passenger murmured in Russian.

The witch who was traveling with him took off the wizard hat on his head and dusted it off, "You have never seen a Hungarian Pegasus, who would suddenly turn and run back in the middle of the run... The worst thing is that they still refuse to refund the money, and explain Ming pulled me to my destination and then pulled me back, isn't that just talking nonsense!"

"Although the Pegasus horses in Western Europe have a big temper, they won't go on strike..." an elderly witch echoed.

"The carriage is fine too," a younger witch admired. "It won't sound like it's about to fall apart, and it won't shake so frighteningly."

"The fare is also expensive," said the wizard who had muttered in Russian before.

Amidst the chatter of the passengers, the carriage got off the passengers in Muxi Valley. The person in charge of the station waved his hand, and the fence blocking the front was raised, and the guests boarded the carriage one by one.

Heimdall checked the ticket and found his seat in the third-to-last row next to the aisle. He sat down and put Mionier on the ground.

The wizarding world has a low birth rate, and in some areas children are very rare.The appearance of Mionir immediately attracted the attention of nearby passengers, and everyone looked at him with good-natured curiosity.Mionir leaned against Heimdall, lowered his head shyly, and played with the fireball dragon toy.

"Is he your brother?" A witch covered in beads couldn't help but strike up a conversation with Heimdall.

"This is my son." Heimdall patted the child's head.

A series of exclamations sounded from around—shocked by his father's age, it can be seen that more than one person paid attention to this matter.

At this time, hawkers selling food took advantage of the short stop time to get on the carriage to sell refreshments. Usually, they would not let go of any opportunity.

There was only Mioneil, a doll in the whole car, so he naturally became the biggest target.

The peddler carrying a basket waved a bottle of discolored cream balls in front of Mionnier’s eyes, opening and closing his mouth because of how good the color and fragrance are, which leave a lasting fragrance in the mouth, not only for eating, but also for playing. Butter balls are so boastful that they can't even compare with fine nectar.

Mionir was attracted by those colorful colors, his eyes widened curiously, but he didn't ask Heimdall.

Heimdall usually deliberately controls him to eat these things, and this child is also well-behaved. If he is not asked to do something, he will not lose his temper or do the opposite.As an adult, Heimdall was somewhat resistant to these snacks from unknown sources, but after seeing Mionier's expression, he decided to buy a bottle.When you are away from home, your mood comes first.

The smile on the vendor's face is like a blooming chrysanthemum.

Heimdall fumbled for a long time, and found that both Nat and Sickle had been spent, so he took out a Gold Galleon.

The peddler looked puzzled, "Oh, I can't find it. You might as well wait a minute, and I'll go around again. I'll bring you the change before the carriage leaves."

Despite the unbelievable sincerity on the hawker's face, Heimdall knew their tricks very well—Turn around?This turn was either impossible to turn back, or a pile of counterfeit coins transformed by magic seemed to be thrown over in a hurry at the last moment before the carriage opened.

"Forget it." He gestured to take the money back.

The peddler's face changed, "No, no, I'll look again, maybe I can find it."

Two minutes later, the peddler got out of the car with a grim look on his face, and curled his lips unwillingly before leaving.

In the carriage, Heimdall opened the bottle under Mionnier's curious gaze, took out a pink ball of cream and put it into the child's wide open mouth.

"Hmm..." Mionir frowned.

"What's wrong?" Heimdall asked knowingly.

"It's unpalatable." Mionier said with a bitter face.

"If Hina knows that you eat snacks from outside and don't eat hers, she must be so sad." Heimdall took the opportunity to educate. "Do you know the taste now? Will you still eat it in the future?"

Mionir shook his head and covered his mouth in pain.

Heimdall thought it would be strange if it tasted good.Although he doesn't let Mionier eat candy very much, but he eats it from regular candy stores like Honeydukes, and with Hina's superb cooking skills, there is almost no need to buy it outside.This kind of cutting corners from the family workshop is pure extortion, and it can't be compared with the craftsmanship of Honeydukes or house elves.

Passengers around laughed when they saw the child's funny appearance.

The carriage bounced slightly, and the passengers looked out in unison, Pegasus stomped its hooves to speed up its pace, then flapped its wings and jumped up.