HP's Foreign Land

one,

Big eyes and small eyes.

"Honey, this is Sage, the house elf that Grandpa Rommel chose for you." Heimdall observed with interest for a moment and then broke the silence.

A dazed look appeared on Mionir's face, and his eyes remained on Sage.

Little Sage wanted to avoid the staring gaze, but Dodoma's gloomy gaze forced the little elf to give up his thoughts, and raised his head with his chest up and his stomach in. After a while, tears of grievance appeared in his eyes .

The adults couldn't help laughing, Krum, his son and Snow who came running over heard the movement, watched quietly and forcefully.

Another 5 minutes passed, and one big and one small were still staring.

Heimdall thought that the child probably didn't understand the meaning, so he said, "Sage will be Mionir's Hina in the future, and she will take care of you like Hina."

Baby Xiaomi finally understood the meaning.

Without thinking, he said, "Mionir, Hina."

The residents of the Knights Building, who were used to his concise and concise expressions, quickly heard the implication. Baby Xiaomi said that he would be fine with Hina.

This is an affirmation of the house elf's professional skills and work attitude.Young master... Hina was moved to tears.

The others couldn't help laughing when they figured out the meaning.

"Xina is your little father's house elf, not yours." Snow said amusedly.

Baby Xiaomi was even more confused, "Papa's...Mionir's..."

"Who said your father's is yours?" Rommel also joined the ranks of teasing the children.

Mionier's mosquito-repellent coils circled his eyes.

Heimdall glanced at her husband, and Victor took over naturally.

The master came to Mionier's side, motioned everyone to be silent with his eyes, and then patted his son's immature shoulder.

"If Mionir is willing, Sage will be your partner in the future, and he will always be with you. Hina is the partner of little daddy. Doesn't Mionier want to have his own partner?"

Only they themselves know how violent such an explanation has created in the hearts of the two young house-elves.The young and ignorant Sage felt that this statement sounded good, and immediately turned from worry to joy, with a look of anticipation on his face. He no longer remembered that Dodoma told him to be obedient and obedient in everything before he came.

When Dodoma saw his nephew's unrestrained expression from the Mariana Trench heading straight for Mount Everest, he knew that the brat had lost his mind again, but now he had no choice but to sigh.Dodoma looked haggard, and sighed that his family was unlucky, his family was unlucky...

Mionir didn't react as quickly as the adults, and he pondered for a moment with a serious face, which made Sage, who was opposite him, raise his chest and abdomen again, improving his mental outlook.

Just when Heimdall was wondering what major national affairs this child was considering, Mionnier asked such a profoundly thought-provoking question, "What's the use of a partner?"

"It can take care of you," said the master.

"Xina." Baby Millet reminded.

"...it can play with you." The master said again.

"The four are not the same." Baby Xiaomi was categorical.

"..." The master adjusted his mood. "Guarantee your safety."

"Rig."

"swim."

"Rig."

"Turn the soil to catch earthworms, plant flowers and vegetables."

"Rig."

"Read a storybook."

"Rig."

"Go out and play."

"Rig."

The room fell silent, and the master and the baby looked at each other in blank dismay.

The master smiled wryly.

Baby Xiaomi hugged Xiaobaba's leg with a joyful cry, rubbing his fleshy face on it intoxicatedly, "Lige!"

Master Krum almost didn't hold it.

Under the wild laughter of the adults and the bitter gaze of the house-elf, Mrs. Sturluson, who is holding the back of his son's head, can't help but laugh. It turns out that he is the universal plaster Doraemon.

two,

Under the persuasion of the two fathers, Mionier reluctantly agreed to accept Sage's younger brother, but he didn't know that Sage, who was not willing at first, was inspired by the young master's disapproval. He clenched his fists and vowed to get the young master's approval as soon as possible. Become the first partner next to the young master.

Mionier couldn't wait to introduce his new partner to his good friends, so he turned around and ran to the yard after saying hello.The grandson accuses Pulov to follow in a hurry, even more dedicated than Hina.Sage didn't react at first, until Dodoma yelled angrily, "Follow up!", and then yelled "Master, wait for me" and ran out in a hurry.

Dodoma looked like he was about to faint.

Who told you to be so blah, blah, blah, blah? !Who gave you the guts not to hide? !Who allowed you to blatantly run with your legs instead of teleporting? !Hina watched her boyfriend worriedly.Heimdall was also a little worried. Dodoma's face was like a palette, and he looked in urgent need of a quick-acting rescue pill.

On the other end, Pulov chased his grandson to the small courtyard, and Mionier, who was running in front, suddenly stretched out his arms and shouted, "Grandma!" and rushed all the way to the small gate connected to the outside of the courtyard.

Anna stood on the other side of the door, through the railing, and gently touched Mionier's little face.

"You're here." Plov smiled happily.

Anna casually hummed, all her thoughts were on her grandson.

Plov looked at the closed iron door with difficulty. It is not easy for him as a visitor to break the lock spell of the master's house.

Anna saw Plov's hesitation, "I just walked around to take a look out of curiosity, I'm going through the front door." As she spoke, she pinched her grandson's cheek and Apparated.

Pulov has gotten used to Anna no longer seeing himself as the whole world, so he lowered his head and asked Mionier, "Shall we go to pick up grandma?"

"Okay." Baby Xiaomi obediently grabbed Grandpa's hand.

Comrade Sage, the mini-scene board, continued to move silently, still without the consciousness of invisibility.

three,

After Anna sat down in the living room, she noticed the small figure hovering behind Mionir.

"it is……"

Dodoma, who had been hiding in the dark and steadfastly abided by the working principles of house-elves for decades, had a mouthful of blood choked in his throat, and Hina hugged it quickly, lest it would do something outrageous in front of its masters.Little Sage, who didn't realize that he was about to die at a certain moment, blinked his big eyes, and bravely looked back at Anna's gaze.Its distinctive "boldness" made Anna laugh out of surprise.

"The private house elf chosen by Rommel for the baby?"

Ana likes to call Mionier "Baby".

Heimdall said: "It's called Sage." Then he said to Sage: "This is the young master's grandma."

Sage gave a stiff salute, and said in a soft voice, "Sage has seen grandma."

Before everyone could recover, Dodoma's roar rang in their ears.

"What did you just say?!" With a ferocious look, he wished he could drag Sage to kill himself.

Sage quickly hid behind Heimdall and shivered. The little one didn't look very smart, but his sixth sense was quite effective, and he knew who to turn to to avoid the limelight.

Anna laughed out loud, and the others exchanged amused looks.

Mionir still had that silly expression, he didn't have the concept that house-elves were born slaves, and he didn't think there was a problem with Sage's salute.

Dodoma couldn't bear it anymore. The magnanimity of the masters could not be used as an excuse for the house-elf to be content with the status quo.Sage must be rebuilt, no, it's better to stuff it back into its mother's stomach and regenerate it again!Dodoma thought bitterly.Sage's presence is a blot on his flawless career.

Rommel agreed to Dodoma's request, allowing it to train Sage for three hours a day, and stated that he did not expect Sage to become as strict as Dodoma, at least be more reliable.Dodoma is grateful, smug, and high-spirited, with the light of the small universe bursting out from his body.

Anna who was talking to the couple suddenly paused, and smiled slightly under the strange eyes of the couple.

"Kreacher said it wanted to join too."

"Kreacher is here too?" Heimdall asked.

Anna nodded.

"Let it come out."

Anna said, "Did you hear that?"

Before he finished speaking, the old Kreacher appeared in front of everyone.

"Master." Kreacher looked at Heimdall with teary eyes, and before the latter could speak, it had already run to Mionir. "Little master..." Kreacher called affectionately, his nose dripping with excitement.

"Kerry!" Mionnier always couldn't pronounce Kreacher correctly, and Kreacher thought it was the nickname the little master gave to him.

"Little master still remembers Kerry...Kerry thought that little master no longer remembered the old guy Kerry...Little master has been smart since he was a child, has a good memory and looks good, Kerry is so happy...Kerry wants to come Serving Little Master...Kerry better than all of them...Kerry taking Little Master back to Grimmauld Place to meet his mistress...Little Master should live in the Blake house...should be called For Master Blake...don't deserve to live in such a shabby house...oh yes, and that house-elf bastard who is such a fool...doesn't know anything...that's abominable..."

It seems that Kreacher's problem of talking to himself has not been cured, and he will relapse when he gets emotional.

One of the reasons why Heimdall was reluctant to allow Kreacher to have too much contact with Mionnell was because he was afraid that Kreacher would smuggle Mionnell to England behind their backs—to meet the hysterical portrait mistress.Although this possibility was unlikely—a house-elf wouldn't dare to do it a hundred times—Kreacher could only make up his mind and dare not go his own way, but Heimdall didn't want to take any risks.

Kreacher's murmur was still sharp and unpleasant, and everyone's interest was disturbed by it, and it dropped a street away.

"If you want," Heimdall interrupted Kreacher's muttering loudly, and successfully attracted the attention of the old guy Kreacher. "I'll give you a chance, you can help Dodoma train Sage."

Kreacher's big gray eyes burst out with vitality, "The young master said Kreacher can stay here?"

"No, I can allow you to stay in the 'shabby' Knights Building for three hours every day." Director Sturluson actually held a grudge.

Kreacher didn't feel anything, ecstasy surged inside it, and it couldn't help dancing.

"Kreacher can stay in the Knight's Tower...Kreacher can stay in the Knight's Tower...Kreacher can serve the little master..."

Heimdall gave the master a numb look, and the master couldn't help but laugh.

The master said to Dodoma, who had a constipated expression: "Then Mr. Dodoma, please convey our intention to Kreacher." The hot potato was thrown to Dodoma.

Dodoma bowed sadly and said, "Dodoma's honor."

Hina quietly held Dodoma's hand, and Dodoma, who was an old tree and blossomed, was shocked. Only daughter-in-laws are good in the world-as if they forgot that they still don't have certificates.

four,

That night, the crazy Mionnier insisted on sharing a bed with the papas. The dissatisfied Mr. Krum agreed to his son's unequal treaty with humiliation, and watched as the little monkey jumped into the room and occupied their double bed. .

After reading the first volume of "The Adventures of the Gingerbread Horse", which has been popular in the wizarding world in recent years, three times, Mionir finally snored contentedly.Victor tucked up the quilt for his son, kissed the bulging cheek that he had finally raised, put down the curtain, and walked lightly to the bathroom.

As soon as I came to the door, I heard whispering voices coming from inside.According to the master's usage experience, the mirror in the Knight's Tower is not noisy, so the master opened the door curiously.

Chief Sturluson wears baggy gingerbread man pajama bottoms, a purchase bonus for The Adventures of Gingerbread Pony, shirtless, posing in front of a fussing mirror, tilting his head, squinting, angry, and grim , the mirror's cadenced words of praise kept coming from my ears.

The head of the room seemed quite intoxicated.

"Mr. XXX, what else do you want to add?" He said arrogantly and coldly; then he said in a rough voice: "Warning you, my patience is limited..." Suddenly stopped and murmured, "Should I Be more low-key? I warn you that my patience is limited... this one is not bad!" He raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, and then put on an angry expression, "No loud noise!" With his right hand, he made a motion of hitting the gavel, and flew into a rage His demeanor was brought into full play.

It's over, it's cool enough, it's over, it's over, Heimdall winked at the mirror, and shivered exaggeratedly, "It's so handsome!"

Now even the mirror, which takes flattering as its own duty, is silent.

The master who witnessed all this couldn't help laughing, leaning on the door frame and laughing.

The head of the room in front of the mirror froze, grabbed the comb and brushed it randomly on his hair, pretending to be nonchalant, "...do you want to use the bathroom?"

"Go on, I'm here to take a shower." Victor walked in with a smile.

No one spoke for a while, and the master was still reminiscing about the wonderful moment just now, and Mrs. Strulusson was full of energy.

Victor took off his pajamas and heard Heimdall stammering, "Do you think I've changed?"

Change?Victor turned around suspiciously, looked up and down several times.

"Which way are you talking about?"

"Don't you think I'm more manly?" Heimdall suggested happily.

Victor was a little hesitant at first, but when he looked at Heimdall patiently and carefully, he found that it was really interesting.Rigg's height has grown, his skin has faded from the whiteness of an otaku, and it has a healthy creamy luster.Victor realizes that the child has finally grown up and spends every day together without realizing that the boy has stepped into the ranks of a man.

"Look, I have muscles in my arms." Heimdall excitedly showed off the muscles.

Victor touched his shoulder blades, then slid to his back, and finally to his lower back.

"Still thin."

Heimdall's eyes lit up, "I think so too, get up and exercise tomorrow morning." The six-pack abs are just around the corner, wow.

Victor just smiled and said nothing, not in a hurry to pour cold water on him, and let him flirt, anyway, the premise is that if he can get up in the morning, and persevere.

When the head of the room, Happy, was fantasizing about the bright future of the muscular man, Victor methodically used a spell to arrange the toiletries in a line-the master was somewhat obsessive-compulsive in this regard.

The shower sprayed hot water, and at the same moment Heimdall left the bathroom, a question came from behind him, "Are you still in touch with Grindelwald?"

Heimdall turned his head abruptly, the shower curtain blocking his view.

Fives,

Victor walked into the bedroom and saw Heimdall curled up on the large sofa chair, looking at the scenery outside the room through the gap in the curtains.It was pitch black outside, but the woods at night were not peaceful.

"Why don't you sleep?" Victor asked softly, and sat down beside him.

Heimdall retracted his legs and leaned on the master's back.

"You suddenly said something like that, can I still sleep?"

Victor thought for a moment, "You mean Grindelwald?"

Heimdall snorted complainingly.

Victor laughed, "Not really."

"What do you say?"

"Aren't you used to yang and yin, and you lose sleep when you ask a question? Your psychological quality is not good enough, Judge Strulusson."

"What kind of psychological quality are we talking about with you?" Heimdall said helplessly. "I'm afraid you'll be angry."

"As I said before, I really don't want you to have contact with him, but it's me, the Krum family, who has a grudge against him. I don't want to involve you in our family's hatred."

"It's different. We are married. The Krum family's hatred is also my hatred. You have to bear more with the Sturlusson family."

Victor turned to look at his face, "What if I don't let you have any more contact with him?"

"...It's a bit difficult." Heimdall struggled.

Victor showed a "look" expression.

"Don't get me wrong, it's not that I can't do it. Recently, I entrusted him with something and even borrowed manpower from him." Heimdall finally said it out.

Victor was startled, "What's going on?"

Heimdall briefly described the ins and outs of his erratic encounter with Ludwig Brown in the wizarding pub in Sofia.

Victor frowned, "What is he doing in Bulgaria?"

"I don't know, but people I know have already contacted him, and I believe they will find out the news."

"There's something I want to tell you too." Victor's expression was never relaxed. "That's what I've been investigating for a while."

"Any clues?" Heimdall asked.

Victor began to talk about that visit to the vault, and then continued to talk about the curse of the grandmother's natal family and the prophecy of Cassandra Trelawney.It was obvious that Victor wasn't completely convinced, and he had doubts about many of the details that had now become ambiguous.

"Your family's former financial advisor..." Heimdall said.

"Fatemir Berisha?"

"Yes." The room chief didn't remember the name.

"What's up with him?"

"Shouldn't have lied."

Victor's gaze suddenly sharpened, and the air pressure was chillingly low. Even though he knew that he was not targeting him, Heimdall still wanted to stare back reflexively at the first moment.

Heimdall said: "Grindelwald himself admitted that Cassandra's prophecy for your grandparents was arranged by him."

Victor raised his eyebrows, "Have you ever discussed it?"

"Not long ago."

"Why discuss?"

"At first it was to investigate Bock's death, and then I saw a memory about Grindelwald in IW's Pensieve. The memory told me that Grindelwald had a conversation with a certain wizard. The conversation involved your grandfather and Cassandra Trelawney."

Victor was silent.

Heimdall didn't urge him, and tiptoed off the sofa, just as his feet touched the ground, he was pulled back by the master.

Victor hugged Heimdall and said with a complicated expression, "Contact Grindelwald for me."

Heimdall asked cautiously, "Are you serious?"

"Stop talking nonsense, be careful that I will execute you on the spot!" The master threatened softly.

The head of the room laughed recklessly, "Are you angry?"

The master grinned and showed his white teeth, and put his arms back into action.

On the double bed covered by curtains, the sleepy Mionier changed from stretching exercise to tidying exercise, and turned over holding the quilt full of the smell of big and small cakes.

six,

When he saw the drowsy Heimdall in the dining room the next morning, Victor gave him an admiring look without hesitation, but it was a pity that the director squinted his eyes and couldn't see clearly.

There is an advantage to sleeping with my son. This baby wakes up early in the morning and rarely stays in bed like his big daddy. He calmly took over the important task of waking up his little daddy.With Mr. Stulusong's face-saving character, he didn't want to be ashamed in front of his son.

The old man was constantly thinking about how to get the best of both worlds, without affecting the harmonious life at night, and allowing his son to act as a hardworking little rooster logically.

After breakfast, the couple went for a walk in the woods with their son.

Heimdall said wretchedly: "Your father didn't get up, he usually gets up very early. Anna didn't get up either."

Victor said amusedly, "Are you complaining that I didn't work hard enough last night?"

Heimdall changed the subject, "What do you plan to do about Grindelwald? A phone call? A fireplace? Or face to face?"

Victor stopped walking when he heard that, and said with a half-smile: "Okay, Judge Sturluson, you are already so close that the communication channels are diverse?"

The head of the room wants to insert his own eyes.

Seeing Heimdall's bitter face, Victor hugged his shoulders with a smile. The two looked at each other and smiled, and followed the lively little doll to the depths of the woods.

In a corner of the small courtyard behind them, among the rose vines densely covered with thorns, the Bowtruckle slowly woke up from deep sleep shaking its torso, and the silvery sapling buds were round and full, ready to go.

Behind a certain big tree, a little house-elf leaned against the tree, looking around like a thief.Last night, I was taught by Dodoma all night, and my eyes were bloodshot from fatigue.

"Four alike!" Mionier reunited with his best friend, and it was inevitable to have another roll.

Accustomed to seeing their son's rolling and licking movements that made Rommel unbearable, the two fathers watched calmly, looking at him even with sympathy.After Sage's daily three-hour special training was finalized, Rommel decided to give Mionier a set of three-hour daily teaching time, regardless of the teaching content, which can be taught step by step from the shallower to the deeper.Thinking of their son who will start class next Monday, the two fathers decided to continue to let go with a tacit understanding.

There was a rustling sound in the forest, and the message in the wind was not malicious, and the two fathers quickly relaxed their guard.When they didn't realize it, the unicorn father appeared beside them. The two fathers were taken aback, and they secretly rejoiced that they had no quarrel with the unicorn father.

The fathers of the two parties lived in peace and watched together, just like parents waiting outside the kindergarten to pick up their children.

"Your son is very cute." The little father leaned closer.

Big Daddy twitched the corner of his mouth.

The unicorn father is still cool, handsome and domineering.

Chief Sturluson stared at the mane and tail, which were more confident than Rejoice, for a long time, and the salivating eyes made the master unable to stand still, and squeezed his hand hard.

Unexpectedly, the head of the room took this as a signal and asked the unicorn father obsequiously, "Can you give me some fur?"

Grandpa is embarrassing.

The unicorn father finally turned his head to face the head of the room.