HP's Foreign Land

one,

Seeing that the start of school was approaching day by day, the two fathers decided to discuss the accommodation issue with their sons.

"If there is anything else to discuss, just live with me!" Grandpa Rommel did not hesitate to make a final decision. He did not think that the three-year-old knew what negotiation meant.

"At least say something." Heimdall thought his son was quite smart.

Under the leadership of Hina, Mionir, who entered the door with short legs, spontaneously sat next to Heimdall, wearing a color-changing tentacles hat on his head, and swayed from side to side when he walked around—this is Pulo. One of the toys my husband bought.

Victor found it very amused, took his son into his arms, and sat him on his lap.

Sage naturally followed the young master, and was happily climbing up the back of the sofa, when Dodoma waved his hand expressionlessly, and it fell to the ground with a thud.The fall was so severe that everyone in the room heard it, especially the father and son on the sofa.

"What sound?" Heimdall looked around.

Under Dodoma's ferocious gaze, Sage struggled to hold back tears, and limped into the line of house elves.Hina felt that it was really pitiful, and couldn't help stretching out her hand to comfort it, but was shot off by Dodoma.

Seeing that he couldn't get sympathy, Sage could only accept his pitiful expression, and soon found that besides Kreacher who was always trapped in his own world and couldn't extricate himself, there was also a relatively unfamiliar house-elf.Sage couldn't remember seeing it, dawdling and looking at it.

"Who is that?" Sage finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked Dodoma.

Hina was about to speak when she was interrupted by Dodoma.

It said with a cold face, "That's the private house elf that the master found for the young master."

Hina blinked in surprise.

Of course it was nonsense, and Dodoma glanced at his nephew, who was stunned as he expected, looking shocked.

"I'm the young master's private house elf!" Sage clenched his fists.

"That's what I planned at first, who made you let yourself down." Dodoma said mercilessly. "Choosing you is a honor given to me by the master, but it doesn't mean that the master's choice is only you. You can recall the training results of these days, and I can tell you that the master is very disappointed."

Dodoma's sharp words hit Sage's heart so that he couldn't breathe. In addition, Dodoma Lei's immovable stiff expression was particularly trustworthy. At first hearing, people believed three points without guarding against it.Sage was already terrified of this elderly uncle, but now his self-confidence really shattered.

Sage burst into tears, "Sage is the young master's house-elf... Sage is the young master's house-elf... Sage did nothing wrong... The young master said yesterday that he likes to play with Sage... You can't replace Sage..."

Kreacher was startled in a daze, and screamed, "...they are coming?! Those black-clothed ghosts are coming again?! What should I do? Kreacher is going to hide... No! Where is the young master? Mistress Where is it?" Liushen Wuzhu wandered around, seemingly because of this opportunity to find new ecstasy content.

Dodoma's face turned dark, and he felt like he had shot himself in the foot with a stone.

"Dodoma!" the master called out impatiently.

Dodoma shuddered, conjured a rag out of nowhere, and stuffed it into Sage's wide-open mouth, and his ears immediately became quiet.

"Sage doesn't cry, we don't change." Hina wiped her tears anxiously, glanced at her boyfriend complainingly, and blamed it for looking for trouble.

Originally, Sage was still holding a small easter egg in his hand, which was a gift from Mionir.Sage liked it so much that he couldn't put it down.I didn't pay attention when I was emotionally rolling and rolling just now, and rolled out of my hand, just rolling to the feet of the strange house-elf.

It waited coldly for a moment, until Hina took the rag out of Sage's mouth, and when Sage was emotionally stable, it hooked its fingers, and the egg flew to Sage's eyes.

Sage snatched the egg back and glared at the money-gatherer as he glared at a class enemy.

The latter is blind to its childish emotionality.

Dodoma said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

"It's nothing." The money picker said this, and when Sage took advantage of Dodoma's back to it, he made a face and stuck out his tongue at himself.

"Your nephew is very lively." The eyes of the man who has collected money are slightly curved.

two,

The hosts who were enjoying afternoon tea had a change, and the change came from Heimdall.

"This is..." Heimdall raised his head and looked around. "Cheese, are you there?"

The money picker, that is, Snow's personal house elf Cheese, bowed slightly to Dodoma, then disappeared, and reappeared in front of the sofa where Heimdall was sitting.

"I knew you did it." Heimdall ate the pudding with a smile on his face.

"It's an honor for Cheese, little master Rigg."

Serge broke away from Hina violently, and quickly came to the side of the sofa, holding the sofa tightly with both hands, with a look of gnashing his teeth.

Sage can also make pudding... Sage paused, and then repeated, Sage will also make pudding sooner or later.

"Is it delicious, baby?" Heimdall noticed that Mionir ate all over his mouth.

"Delicious!" Mionier generously picked up a piece and insisted on sharing it with the big papa. Victor, who had already eaten a large piece, opened his mouth helplessly, and ate his son's offering with a smile.

Witnessing all this, Cheese couldn't help but be filled with emotion, remembering that the little master of Lige was not much older than the young master... The days and nights at No. 57 Knockturn Lane are still vivid in his memory.

Seeing the happy scene, Sage scratched the sofa with envy, and was bounced back behind the sofa by Dodoma.

Mionnier finished feeding the big and small dads, and went to feed the grandpa and uncle again. After a lap, he kept walking around with a small plate in his hand, "Sage! Sage!"

"The young master is calling Sage..." Sage bravely knocked Dodoma away, "Sage is here!" Shouting, he rushed towards Mionir.

"Pudin." Mionnier held up the fork, and threw it back into the plate halfway through - Rommel's early childhood education course had achieved initial results. "Delicious pudding." He gave the plate to Sage.

Sage was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes, and in a blink of an eye, he cast a smug look at the calm Cheese.

Cheese, who understood the meaning, endured it for a long time before he stopped laughing. Seeing Dodoma with a haggard face, he felt some sympathy. Having such a nephew really suffered, and this nephew was recommended by itself.

Mionir's actions gave Sage great courage. He tremblingly came to Victor's side, pinched his throat, and tried to speak clearly, "Sage must take good care of the young master, and the elder must not dismiss Sage."

Sage called Victor the Grand Master, Heimdall the Young Master, and Mionnell the Young Master.

Victor looked confused.

Hina immediately looked at her boyfriend, who began to cover his heart again.

"Who said you were going to be replaced?" Victor asked.

Sage blinked, "Don't you plan to fire Sage?"

I didn't hire you, how can I fire you?

Victor didn't want to complicate things, so he said, "I'm not going to do that so far."

Sage danced and danced, and at the end he gave Cheese a smug look.

Cheese thought, Sage might not be smart, but at least he wasn't stupid.

Dodoma, who was not confessed, put down his hand covering his chest, heaved a sigh of relief, and cast an aggrieved look at his girlfriend.

Hina shook her head, seeing that you still scare children in the future!

three,

Eat and drink enough, and start talking about business.

"Baby, big daddy is going to teach in a magic school next month, little daddy is going to go back to school next month, and Mionnier will live with Grandpa Rommel from next month, okay?" Heimdall whispered asked the son.

Mionir looked back blankly.

Heimdall explained patiently, "After the big dad starts teaching, he may not be able to go home every day like now, and the little dad may need to live on campus occasionally after school starts. We are worried that Mionier will guard the house overnight, so we want to send Mionier to Long Grandpa Mel, the toffees will move with Mionir."

Mionier lowered his head, repeatedly pinching the tentacles hat in his hand.

"Mionir, did you understand what little dad said?"

Mionir remained silent.

Heimdall looked at Victor worriedly.

Victor stroked his son's soft hair, "Why don't you talk? Did you understand what the little dad said?"

Mionier nodded slowly.

"Look up at me, talk, understand?" Heimdall's tone was a little harsh.

Mionier raised his head, his red eyes startled the two fathers.

"What's the matter, son? Is something uncomfortable?" Heimdall sat down anxiously, hugged the child, and held him in his arms.

Mionir hugged Heimdall's neck tightly, and the latter immediately felt his uneasiness from the bottom of his heart.

"What's the matter, tell Dad." Heimdall said softly, and gently patted Mionir's back.

Mionier choked up and said, "Mionir is going to be with Dad..."

The two fathers looked at each other.

"Son, did you misunderstand, we just moved to live in another place." Heimdall kissed his cheek, "Mionir has always been our little baby, of course he is with the fathers."

Mionir, who calmed down a little, rubbed his eyes, his little fleshy face looked very lonely.

Rommel, who was across a low table, couldn't help but laugh, saying that I am a scourge.

Victor took his son back from Heimdall's hand, scratching Mionir's pouting mouth with his index finger.

"Ask Hina to bring your little broom, and I'll make sure it can be hung up."

The tearful Mionir laughed through his tears, and when he saw all the adults smiling at him, he turned his head and lay on Dapapa's back in embarrassment.

"You know how to be shy." Heimdall patted his butt funny.

The two fathers sighed in their hearts, this baby is really unusually sensitive.

Victor said to Mionier: "Hurry up and talk to Grandpa Rommel, grandpa thinks Mionier doesn't like living with grandpa."

Mionnier obediently went down, and leaned towards Rommel embarrassedly, his tentacles hat was almost squeezed into a noodle hat by him, and Rommel couldn't help laughing when he saw how small he was.

An honest gentleman on the surface, but a sneaky and treacherous slippery guy behind his back—referring to Victor; a miser who is cold on the surface, repulsed by others, but actually a bit of a dick—referring to Heimdall, who raised an extremely sensitive and somewhat silly child .

four,

The moment Victor saw the car, he was in a daze. The shocking shit yellow color made his aesthetic sense a bit rebellious—on the way here, Mr. Stulusson kept emphasizing how graceful and elegant the new car is, psychic and beautiful...

In fact, Peter was also rebellious, but the head of the room wanted this color, saying that he was resistant to dirt.

Peter throws the car keys to Heimdall.

For wizards, the key is mostly a symbol, and Heimdall fondled the key. This was the first car in his life.We are also a car family!Director Strulusson was so excited.

"Don't you want to try?" Peter asked curiously when he saw him staring at the car keys in a daze.

Heimdall, who came back to his senses, frowned, "I don't know how to drive," and then said in horror. "What should I do, I can't drive!" Where did the wizard learn to drive?The head of the room is crazy, why didn't he think of this at the beginning? !

"Think about it yourself, anyway, you won't die if you hit it." Peter grinned. "The skin grows again when it's gone, the flesh regenerates when it's rotten, and the bone rejoins when it's broken. It's very convenient to regenerate when it's gone."

Heimdall rubbed the goosebumps off his arms.

"Can you drive?" Turning to ask Victor.

"Do you think I can drive?" Victor laughed. "I've never even been on a plane."

What do you mean, show off? !

"I haven't sat down either!"

...There seems to be something wrong.

"Do you still want this car?!" Peter couldn't get over his impatience.

"Of course, I've already paid for it!" Judge Sturluson glared.

"Okay, come here to sign." Peter handed out the parchment.

"What is it?" Heimdall took over.

"Disclaimer. This car will be officially handed over to you starting today, and we will not be responsible for any mishaps in the future."

"Know the law and break the law, Mr. Peter." Heimdall smiled slightly.

Peter said calmly: "The wizarding world has a decree to force the abolition of magic products. Most Muggle products are confiscated, so you can do it yourself."

In a blink of an eye, Heimdall saw the old man circling the car with a philosopher's expression, so he excitedly suggested, "Sit in and try?"

The master politely refused, he was not ready to sit in the dung yet.

"Leave this car here first, and I'll drive it away in a few days," Heimdall said.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Peter quickly grabbed his arm.

"What's wrong?" Heimdall turned around.

Peter scratched his face and hesitated, "...you once said that you wanted to open a branch in Champagne Bridge."

"Yes," Heimdall said happily. "Have you decided to invest?"

"I can't come up with a lot of money, is it okay?" Peter asked nervously.

"If your goal is just food and clothing, it shouldn't be a big problem. Otherwise, you and I will go to Mumian Town with me on the first day of school, and I will show you my shop. Are you free on the 31st?"

Peter took out a work schedule from his pocket, and flipped through it seriously.

"Yo, there are travel records."

Peter gave him a blank look, "I'm a senior police detective."

That high-spirited look made Sturluson's junior judges—junior high school and high school grades judged by work performance and year-end review—hate their teeth.

Fives,

The door to the Flatiron Bar closed behind them.

The bar was dark, and the air smelled of bad wine and rotten bread.From time to time, a mouse that is not afraid of death runs across the upper surface of the shoe with food that it does not know where to get.This bar is hidden in the busy streets of Brussels. On the wall opposite the bar, outside the transom windows with old-fashioned iron grilles, the roar of engines and the continuous sound of footsteps can be heard from time to time.

The arrival of the two made the bustling bar quiet for a second, and soon returned to normal.

The wizard in this bar was quite vigilant, the unnatural silence just now and the sharp and unfriendly gaze cast at the same time were enough to explain everything.

Heimdall came once, and the boss standing behind the bar knew him and waved to him from a distance, pointing his index finger somewhere.

Heimdall nodded, quickly looked around, and didn't notice anything unusual, so he looked at Viktor nonchalantly, and walked towards the direction pointed by the boss.

There were piercing screams in the bar.

"What the hell is that?!"

Hunting the King Hulk turned a blind eye to the wizard's neurotic and rude behavior, and followed Heimdall leisurely, not even bothering to take the time to look at the man.

Heimdall couldn't understand what the man was saying, and his intuition was not a good thing. Just as he was about to speak, Victor's voice sounded.

"Do you have a problem with my friend?"

Victor's tone of voice is not approachable, nor does he smile calmly, he just speaks plainly, with a somewhat rude tone and attitude.Heimdall was a little surprised at the master's unfriendliness, but after thinking about it, there was nothing wrong with it, it was all because of this man's fuss.

Director Stuluson basically considered this matter according to this idea: [-], Victor is always right; [-], if Victor is wrong, you must be wrong; [-], if you are not wrong, it must be you Four, if you are not wrong, as long as Victor denies it, Victor is right; Five, if Victor does not admit it, but you still say that Victor is wrong, then it is your fault; Sixth, if Victor made a mistake, please refer to the first article.

The chief was relieved.

That person didn't seem to have expected that his fuss would annoy the other party in an instant, and at the same time, he was intimidated by the other party's tall and powerful man, who seemed to be not an ordinary person, and was inexplicably familiar... This man didn't really want to stir up trouble , turned around and picked up the teapot that just flew in front of him, and poured tea to everyone at the same table pretending to be hospitable.

"Let's go!" Victor took Heimdall's hand, head held high, and strode forward in a gray and unrestrained way.

The king valiantly followed closely behind.

In the middle of the walk, he was caught by Heimdall who had recalled the memory, and muttered softly, "The direction is reversed."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Hulk of the two turned around in a slightly chaotic manner.

The dim environment concealed the master's red ears, and Heimdall, who was following behind him, unfortunately missed the frontal close-up.

six,

Wick stood motionless at the door for a long time, and the people who were originally sitting on the chair stood up at the same moment they entered the door, and met Victor's uncertain gaze without hiding.Heimdall didn't dare to make a sound, and waved to the king who was equally sensitive to something wrong but was at a loss. One person, one Hulk, tiptoed in and sat down.

Their thieves-like behavior actually fell into the eyes of the two who had been staring at each other for a long time. They couldn't help laughing and laughing, and the suffocating tense atmosphere was weakened.

Victor came to the table without saying a word, and sat down beside Heimdall.

Grindelwald waved his hand without looking at it, and the door closed with a bang, and there was a click sound like a locked lock.

"You look a lot like Sergey." Grindelwald took a sip from his glass.

"...If it wasn't for you." Victor gritted his teeth.

"So, things are impermanent." Grindelwald said leisurely.

Victor instinctively disliked his tone, but had to admit that he was right.

"Let's cut a long story short—"

"Wait first." Grindelwald turned to Heimdall. "any drinks?"

Heimdall was amazed that he could still "think" of himself.

Grindelwald asked again, "Have you eaten yet?"

Heimdall was made uncomfortable by his cold and warm questions, and Lao Caipi was dropped?What's the matter with such amiable eyes and such a gentle and kind expression?Can you imagine the kind Grindelwald?

Heimdall quickly glanced at Victor. Unexpectedly, the old cabbage was so weird that he didn't wait for him to speak again: "What are you looking at him for? Can he still know if you are hungry or not?"

"I'm not hungry yet, let me have some orange juice." Heimdall pretended to be calm.

The orange juice was brought to the table in a blink of an eye, and Lao Caipi waved his palm attentively and easily, using wandless magic to pour it for him.

The master put a hand on the chief's thigh without changing his face.

The head of the room trembled suddenly, Zhen Su was so ecstatic...

Just as Director Sturluson buried himself in the orange juice and pretended that he didn't exist, the conversation between the other two started again.

"Actually, I have already told Rieg about your grandfather's prophecy. I helped find Cassandra." Grindelwald decided to cut to the chase.

"No money? Not a single Nat?" Victor wondered where the considerable sum of Galleons had gone, and his intuition told him that the missing money was related to the prophecy.

"No, no matter how bad I am, Grindelwald, I won't cheat money."

"That is to say, the rumors of the curse back then were true?"

"Most of the time rumors are more credible than facts."

It can be heard that Grindelwald also dismissed those rumors. The great devil who caused a bloody storm on the Europa continent had always sneered at resignation.Although the goddess of fate did not smile at him in the end, he still firmly believes that man can conquer nature.

At this time, Victor strongly agreed with his arrogant remarks, only at this time.

The two were relatively silent for a while.

Heimdall drank the orange juice swishingly, his eyes flicked left and right from time to time.

"Is this hunting the Hulk?" Grindelwald looked at the king who was lying on the ground but did not relax his vigilance.

"Yes." Heimdall didn't expect the master to answer.

"What are you bringing?" Lao Caipi asked with a smile.

"In case your talk falls apart, I'll let the king sneak up on you from behind." The head of the room said honestly.

Victor couldn't help but glanced at the room chief.

Grindelwald laughed, "So cruel."

"Where is it, it is far worse than you."

"You two, I'm the only one, and you still have Hulk, it's too heartbreaking."

"Do you still have a heart to hurt?"

Grindelwald smiled, "What a nasty kid."

"My biggest wish is to be hated by you." Heimdall said calmly. "Don't like me, I'm counting on this life to die."

Victor's expression became more and more complicated as they went back and forth. He could feel that Grindelwald had no malice towards Rigg, but he still didn't want Rigg to associate with him.Master Krum is selfish and full of contradictions.

"About the prophecy, I'll give you a suggestion, since you want to figure it out," Grindelwald suddenly changed the subject. "You might as well just ask the Trelawney family. Maybe they know better."

Victor pondered, "The Trelawney family?"

"I heard Draco say it," Heimdall seemed to think of something. "The professor of Divination at Hogwarts is Sybill Trelawney."

Grindelwald added, "Sybill Trelawney is Cassandra Trelawney's great-great-granddaughter."

Heimdall looked at Victor, "Go to England once before school starts?"