HP's Foreign Land

one,

The applause almost toppled the roof, countless flowers were thrown onto the stage, and the witch singer Mathilde, who was overwhelmed by the whole Zurich, bowed deeply in the applause.The casual smile on her face can only be seen by the audience in the front row. Her eyes are slightly narrowed, and the arc raised at both ends of her bright red lips makes the audience in the front row who have a panoramic view of all this agitated.

What is she implying? !

What is she implying to me? !

She's flirting with me!

Almost everyone in the front row—mostly men—was thinking about it.

The wavy curtain fell, covering the singers with all kinds of styles on the stage.The applause remained the same, and even the curtain could not block the flood of applause and praise.

Backstage staff came forward to congratulate the extraordinary achievements of the performance. Mathilde naturally accepted the eloquent compliments and walked back to his makeup artist under the ardent care of the stage manager.There has long been a sea of ​​flowers and gifts.

Mathilde finished entertaining the manager, and the assistant closed the door.

Mathilde sat absently in front of the mirror, and glanced at the pile of presents through the mirror.

"Have you received an appointment card?" Mathilde asked seemingly casually.

The assistant immediately sent a stack of thick cards.

Mathilde looked up at the assistant, who said awkwardly, "I don't know how to distinguish them."

Mathilde looked away, and the assistant heaved a sigh of relief.

"Is there an appointment card for Bulgaria?" The comb and other things flew up and worked diligently on Mathilde's hair.

Other items in front of the vanity mirror are ready to go.

The assistant was taken aback, "...it seems not."

When he saw Mathilde looking at him in the mirror, he immediately changed his words, "Let me confirm again!"

After 5 minutes, the assistant shook his head.

Mathilde paused, the comb caught a lock of hair, and his scalp was pulled so painfully.Mathilde didn't show it, just frowned slightly, and quickly returned to normal.

The jerky little assistant didn't notice.

"Have you eaten yet?" Mathilde asked.

"No."

"Go and eat, I don't need you here for now."

"But……"

"Are you going to stay and watch me change?"

The little assistant's face was flushed red, and he was at a loss for following the popular female singer. If his grandfather hadn't insisted... the little assistant hesitated, opened the door and left the dressing room.

The staff outside the door greeted him one after another, and of course some turned a blind eye to him. After the baptism of this period, the little assistant got used to it.He walked out with ease.

The security guard at the door saw him teasing, "Are you going to eat that dark drink again?"

"I'm going to eat," the little assistant walked a few steps, and couldn't help but turn around to correct, "That's not a dark drink, it's called Coke!"

two,

Mathilde in the dressing room threw a spell at the door immediately after the little assistant left, and then eagerly picked up the stack of cards. After careful comparison, she threw them back on the table in great disappointment.

There was a knock on the door.

Mathilde frowned, and raised his voice irritably, "Don't bother me, I want to rest."

"Open the door." The voice of the person outside the door was not loud, but concise.

Startled, Mathilde hurriedly picked up the wand at hand and lifted the lock spell.

A man walked in. He was wearing a dress-style wizard robe. He was of medium height and had pale skin. In terms of facial features, he could not attract the attention of others, but he behaved elegantly. He recognized it—ordinary, very ordinary.

But when Mathilde saw him, there was a trace of panic on her face, and she jumped up immediately, as if she was quite afraid of the visitor.

The visitor stepped forward to hold Mathilde's hand in a humble gesture, and placed a light kiss on the back of her hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, madam. Today's performance was quite successful. You made the whole of Switzerland fall in love with you."

Mathilde wanted to take back his hand, but he didn't dare. He could only smile dryly, and couldn't even say a word of entertainment.

It wasn't until the other party backed away that she realized, "You are too polite."

The half-open door closed again under Mathilde's control, and the door-locking spell took effect again.

In an enclosed space.

Mathilde was as quiet as a cicada, and the visitor sat down with his smile unchanged—without any greeting from the host.

"What are your orders..." Mathilde couldn't stand the atmosphere, and said cautiously.

"What can I order, I'm just looking on Henry Dray's behalf."

Mathilde's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly said, "I am not, I did not betray you... I thought..."

"I understand sweetheart, don't worry," the visitor said with a smile. "I don't blame you. What you do for Henry Drey, you do for me."

Mathilde did not relax at all, and said fearfully: "If you are not willing, I will refuse."

"Why bother?" the visitor interrupted her wishful thinking. "A person cannot be loyal to two people at the same time. Since you have chosen Derry, then follow Mr. Dray well. He is a generous boss, and he will let you get what you want."

Mathilde was terrified. She tried to step forward, but she stopped before touching the opponent's sleeve.

"Mr. Brown..." Mathilde begged humbly.

The visitor, that is, Ludwig Brown, who "changed" his face again, said kindly: "What did Dre ask you to do?"

Mathilde hesitated for a while, and she would never know what consequences her hesitation would eventually bring her.Ludwig Brown never had compassion for others.

Ludwig looked at her calmly.

"Mr. Drey asked me to find a way to get close to Plov Krum." Mathilde whispered.

"Krum?" Brown's heart moved. "Krum again? He hasn't given up yet? That's right, the Gringotts vault has been transformed. In terms of hiding things, I'm afraid no one can match the goblin, and the possibility of breaking in again is very slim."

Henry Derry once used Brown's power to pretend to be a saint and stir up troubles all over Europe, and put the blame on the disappearing saints, but the effect was not satisfactory.

Originally, Brown was noncommittal about his approach, and they were not closely related, but the long-term cooperative relationship is not trivial, and the relationship network is inextricably linked. They tolerate and use each other.Even though Brown is not very happy to lend out his manpower again and again, the gain is not worth the loss, but he still lets the other party do whatever he wants and pretends to turn a blind eye.

But Dre's appetite was growing, enough to make Brown reevaluate their plans for a partnership.

This is not the only thing that annoys Brown the most. Dre doesn't remember to say hello to him when he mobilizes people, or Dre doesn't care anymore.With Ludwig Brown's character of vengeance, it is a miracle that he has not turned his face until now.

In the final analysis, Brown has been very idle recently, and the young master of the Sturluson family has not made any big moves recently. The bored Brown wants to find out what Henry Derry is doing behind his back.So he pretended to be ignorant of Dre's little tricks that he thought were invisible. If possible, Brown didn't care to "help" him behind the scenes. We were all old friends.

"What's his purpose for letting you approach Krum's family?" Brown asked unhurriedly.

"Mr. Derry didn't say that."

Brown chuckled.

Mathilde's scalp was numb, "Please believe me, I'm not lying!"

"Well, when you figure it out, don't forget to tell me, I'm quite interested in this plan."

Mathilde felt a pain in his heart, but he didn't dare to refuse.

Brown stood up, and Mathilde felt a lot more relaxed. She suddenly thought of something, and quickly took the opportunity to please.

"Mr. Derry worked a lot of hard work at Krum's house, but all of them returned without success. This time, it is said that there are some clues..."

Before Mathilde finished speaking, Brown said meaningfully: "That kid? I know, and I helped a little at the beginning."

It's not as simple as just being busy, right? !

Mathilde smiled smugly, feeling extremely disappointed for the failure to please.

three,

Walking out of the performance hall, Rommel lit a cigar, and under the smoke, he said to Plov who was reading the performance booklet carefully: "Don't you go to the backstage? Maybe that Mrs. Mathilde can't wait. Impatient."

"Stop joking." Plov said angrily, feeling offended.

Rommel smiled.

The two met in the lounge before the performance. Although the relationship with each other was not warm, after all, because the children became a family, they patiently watched the performance together.

Rommel thought it was unsatisfactory, and he preferred watching stage plays to singing.

Both Plov and Anna like to watch dances, so they don't think it is so exquisite, and they don't understand the surging enthusiasm of the audience around them.

All in all, Mrs. Mathilde and her "new boss" didn't do their homework well from the very beginning. They paid attention to prescribing the right medicine when entering the enemy's rear. They didn't even figure out Plov's preferences. Can an ambiguous wink hook someone up?too young too simple!

Femininity no longer works here in Plov.

"Where are you going next?" Plov said casually.

Rommel looked at the time slowly, then took a breath of cigarettes, and said with a smile, "Go to the Knights House and stay with my son tonight."

Isn't living with your son the same as living with my son? !

Plov never admitted that he got the show off from Rommel's words, nor did he admit that he was jealous and annoyed.

four,

Mrs. Harmon pushed a lock of gray curly hair back from her ears, and patiently let the old ladies chatter about the "shocking news" in the "Santaudenis Wizard Exchange Newsletter" and fiddle with it half-heartedly. Plant bulbs on a shelf.

"Mrs. Morton is selling the white terrier," said an old lady with spectacles on her breast.

"Oh? Isn't that her husband's baby? I heard that their house is often infested by short-tailed beasts." Others chattered.

"Running around with him all day, he is more kind than treating his wife."

Someone happily added, "Mr. Morton said that his hound was eloquent and clever, and he even gave it a name. What is it called?"

"Daimler. Who else would come up with such a silly name now!"

"It is said to be of German variety, bragging that it is the best."

"The best wizard white terrier is in Lithuania, where there is the best training center in the world." Some people were eager to show off her knowledge.

"Man!" An old lady snorted cynically.

The others couldn't help but agree.

Mrs. Harmon was particularly amused, so she turned away and pretended to be busy to hide the expression on her face.

With this turn, the eyes of Heimdall who walked into the grocery store happened to meet.

Mrs. Harmon's smiling face was a little more flattering.

"welcome."

The store immediately fell silent.

Heimdall, who had just walked in, didn't know anything, and nodded and smiled friendlyly with Mrs. Harmon.

"Hello, Mrs. Harmon."

"Hello, Mr. Sturluson. Can I help you with anything?"

"Did the cans I ordered last arrive?" Heimdall asked.

"It's here, I've wrapped it up for you." Mrs. Harmon turned around.When searching on the shelf, I found that the old ladies had changed their attention, and Strulusson, who was peeping outside, gathered around and whispered from time to time.

Mrs. Harmon secretly rolled her eyes and summoned the packed box into her hands.

"You can ask the house elf to get it, why go there yourself." Mrs. Harmon took the opportunity to strike up a conversation and make a close friend.

"I just wanted to go out for a walk, and I made an appointment to meet someone here." Heimdall took the package and thanked him, then shrunk it down and put it in his pocket.

"The man hasn't come yet?" said Mrs. Harmon.

"No."

"Aren't you going to come in and take a look?" Mrs. Harmon asked courteously. "There are a lot of new items in the store."

"...Okay." Heimdall walked around the counter.

The old ladies in the rear panicked briefly, but after Heimdall came to them, they had put on an unquestionably indifferent expression, looking very unreasonable.

"Hello." Heimdall nodded and smiled at them.

Several old ladies responded reservedly, carefully looking at the products in their hands.

Mrs. Harmon was used to their posturing, suppressed the corners of her raised lips, and turned back to the counter.

Heimdall watched the products on the shelves in silence, and smiled when he saw Mrs. Rhodes sitting on a chair eating a cookie covered in sauce.

"Mrs. Rhodes," he walked over, his voice tinged with exaggerated joy. "I have never had the chance to say thank you in person, the gargoyle glass lamp you gave us is so beautiful and our whole family loves it. Thank you for your generosity."

Mrs. Rhodes seemed very happy, she chewed her teeth with some difficulty, and said vaguely: "It's as long as you like it, my dear, it's nothing, it's just a lamp..."

Heimdall just smiled.

Sure enough, Mrs. Rhodes didn't intend to stop there.She maintained an arrogant posture, sat on the chair and raised her eyes to look at Heimdall, but she didn't intend to invite him to sit down.

"Is there anything you fancy?" Heimdall said kindly.

"I'm not here to buy anything, I just got back from my therapist." Mrs. Rhodes seemed a little unhappy, and she didn't try to hide her emotions.

Happily, Heimdall took up the conversation with empathy, rather than pretending not to care.

"Are you unwell?" Shows concern appropriately.

Mrs. Rhodes felt very useful, and the smile lines on her face deepened.

"It's just my appetite. It's always not getting better. I don't feel like eating anything."

Heimdall could only ignore the big plate of cookies and tried his best to keep smiling.

"That's terrible, hope your therapist can help you, is it getting better?"

"Maybe there is," Mrs. Rhodes said with some reluctance. "The therapists now are different from ours. At that time, where we divided this department into that department, there are too many famous therapists to understand. Thousands of problems and thousands of fashionable therapists."

Heimdall asked patiently, "Is it getting better?"

"Caught a good one today, poked me in the back a few times with the wand - like we poke fresh meat to see if it's as fresh as the butcher said it was - and made me a potion... ...Look, I'm sitting here eating a cookie. Would you like a piece?" Although Mrs. Rhodes said that, there was no gesture of sharing.

Heimdall shook his head and declined her "good intentions".

After rambling on for a while, Mrs. Ross stopped complaining, and finally thought of showing Heimdall a favor.

"What about you honey, what do you want to buy?"

"I'm here to get the cans I ordered a few days ago, and I'll wait for someone by the way."

"You guys agreed to meet here?"

"Correct."

Mrs. Rhodes exchanged glances with the sisters who had eavesdropped on the conversation for a long time from an angle that Heimdall couldn't find out—her "can't find out" was a bit presumptuous.

Heimdall smirked and pretended not to notice anything.

"...I don't think that's someone from our village. I haven't seen him before." Mrs. Harmon behind the counter suddenly raised her voice, with subtle joy in her voice, and her eyes didn't blink.

The old ladies in the house immediately rushed to the windows to look out, their legs and feet were extraordinary.

Heimdall walked out, he stopped in front of the shop, and saw a man walking on the path leading to the outside of the village.

Heimdall waved his hand with a smile on his face, and the man raised his hand in response.

In the grocery store they couldn't see, the old ladies had been talking about it for a long time.

"relative?"

"Not quite like..."

"Who says it doesn't look like it, look at those eyebrows."

"No resemblance at all!"

"It must be an acquaintance."

When the two embraced with smiles on their faces, the old ladies were silent for a moment.

Mrs. Rhodes stuffed a cookie into her mouth and said in a daze, "It looks familiar."

It's a pity that no one paid attention to her soliloquy.

A few old ladies couldn't help thinking of a more dangerous word: adultery...

St. Taudini is full of ups and downs of love and hatred all day long. The "little things" of having an affair have long been commonplace for old ladies, but witnessing it with your own eyes is another matter.

They pointed with shining eyes through the window glass, and after a while, they made up one or more thrilling plots, and they were complacent about it.

And the two protagonists of "Cheating" have already walked back happily.

Fives,

"Grandpa." Mionier greeted politely.

Rommel stroked his head with a smile, and took out a small gift box and sent it over.

Mionir glanced at Heimdall, then took it with both hands.

"Father, you have already sent a lot of things." Heimdall said helplessly.

"I'm happy." Rommel remained indifferent as always.

When he saw his little grandson still standing there and staring at him helplessly, he pondered for a while.

"Stop standing there, let's play."

In a few words, Xiaomi was dismissed, and Mionier ran away happily holding the gift box.

Heimdall and Victor exchanged glances.

Rommel was not a caring person.Snow had said so to Heimdall once.Rommel also admitted that he was a heartless bastard with limited patience.

Rommel would not cherish Mionier like Plov, who would not fall if he put it in the palm of his hand, or would melt if he held it in his mouth—absolutely impossible.Rommel's way of expressing love is also very realistic, and he still uses this trick today when he buys things.It's not that he doesn't like Mionnell, he just doesn't care about kids.

This was also one of the reasons why Snow brought Heimdall with him in the first place. Even though he was recorded in Rommel's name, Rommel's parenting method was at best to arrange everything and then let him fend for himself.The reason why father and son can live in harmony is because Heimdall is not a real child.The way father and son get along is not so much a father-son relationship as an exchange between peers.If Heimdall was like an ordinary ten-year-old or 11-year-old child at that time, the relationship between father and son would probably not be what it is now.