HP's Foreign Land

one,

[Henry Derry? 】

"Correct."

Peter at the other end of the fireplace murmured, 【This name sounds familiar. 】

Heimdall deliberately made a fuss and said, "You actually think your ears are familiar?!" Most of the time, this guy only uses smell to identify people. When did the functions of eyes become more abundant?

Peter didn't notice Heimdall's strangeness, and fell into deep thought.

[I really feel familiar. 】Peter himself was also very confused. No matter how he recalled, the name and face did not match, which meant that he could not remember the other person's appearance at all.

Seeing him like this, Heimdall let out a sigh of relief, that's right—the head of the room almost thought of plots like Polyjuice Potion and Brown's counterattack.

Victor, who was by Heimdall's side, suddenly said: "Several new items have been added to the Quidditch gaming industry this year, among which are betting on referees. Henry Derry has been a big hit since the beginning of the year. , it is said that he is expected to become the secretary-general of the next Referee Council."

In IW, apart from the chief wizard of the International Federation of Wizards and the leaders of various departments, only the replacement of the Secretary-General of the Referee Council is the most touching.This incident has been raging since the end of last year, and the hearts of the masses, especially the majority of gamblers, are almost hanging in their throats.

[I remembered! ] Peter yelled. [I bet on Henry Derry, and he made me 17 Galleons. ] "Only 17?!" Heimdall realized something was wrong when he shouted, and quickly put on a look of condemnation filled with righteous indignation, seemingly heartbroken, and said: "You are the hope of the police unit, the pillar of our IW's high hopes, how can you be willing to degenerate? , Participate in what kind of gambling!"

Peter picked his nostrils unmoved, [The latest round of betting ended three days ago, and I voted for you too. 】Heimdall turned his head and said to Victor: "This young man has a bright future, a bright future!"

Master Krum looked blank.

The head of the room happily threw out a series of questions, "What is the content? What are the odds? When will the draw be drawn? Why didn't you say it earlier, I can..."

Dare he still miss it?The gloomy master expressed his resolute resistance to the infiltration of any bad habits.The master coughed loudly, deliberately so sharply that the two young people who were on the other side of the fireplace shrank their necks and fell silent.

"This is not an example." The master squinted at them coldly.

The overwhelming and unquestionable momentum made the two young people nod their heads in agreement.

Victor hummed in satisfaction.

In this way, the two young people didn't bother to ask the master why Mao was so insightful about the gaming industry.

"Henry Derry..." Chief Sturluson tried to break the silence.

[Yes, yes, Derry,] Peter is always a bit jerky in acting. [Dre...well, Dre...what's wrong with Dre? ] Peter was at a loss.

Heimdall cleared his throat under Victor's half-smiling gaze, "Help me find out what he's been up to lately," he said, pausing for a while. "Just bring him a whole set of information."

【no problem. 】Peter agreed very happily, and his job was easy to get his personal resume and so on.

[Rig, when are you coming back? 】

"I'll be back today. Why are you asking this?"

[I haven't eaten enough today. 】Peter was bitter and bitter.

"...Find a store that offers credit, and I'll pay in advance for you when I get back." Immediately emphasized uneasy, "We've agreed, it's just an advance payment."

【My dear, you are so kind! 】Peter wept with joy, flattering the couple, 【You are my parents! 】The master said coldly, "I don't have such a big son."

Office Chief:"……"

Until Harry came to call them with a smile on his face, the three ended their conversation, and the couple left Snape's room - the vice-principal lent out the fireplace in the room.The connection between Heimdall and Peter is through the Floo network within the police force, even if the British Ministry of Magic detects it, it has no right to interfere.

two,

Under the enthusiastic persuasion of Sirius and others, the couple postponed their return and decided to reunite with everyone.They set the meeting place at Grimmauld Place, and Lucius, who had rushed to Hogwarts non-stop after receiving the news, was caught in the air, and gritted his teeth impatiently after hearing Snape's message.

Master Malfoy was soberly aware that this was Black's childish trick, and while cursing in his heart the simple and vulgar way of thinking of the pure-blood shame who did more than fail, he turned around and hurried to the latest updated address.

Fortunately, Black played tricks and didn't dare to let Master Malfoy shut him down.The uncle, who was warmly welcomed by his nephew, gave Sirius a cold look without any trace, and then triumphantly thought that Black must be jealous that he and Rigg are closer, so he tried to prevent them from meeting.

Simple minded and unreasonable, my uncle let out a contemptuous snort from his nose.

"Have you caught a cold?" Heimdall looked at Lucius' complexion.

Lucius was greatly moved to see how much he cared about him, and hurriedly put on a pose with vigor and grace, showing his strong physical fitness, and habitually implying that the Malfoy family never catches a cold.

Heimdall scratched his face, the Malfoys were like Superman, there were too many "never", but it was fine.

"Father." Draco, who arrived with Harry and others, walked towards Lucius.

The father and son had just spoken a few words when the Weasleys arrived.The chattering, chattering, big family who didn't know what their temperament was caused both father and son to show displeasure at the same time.Standing beside them, Heimdall's eyes suddenly lit up, and those searchlight-like eyes were hard to ignore. Master Krum tried to pretend to have no desires several times, but all ended in failure.

He secretly clenched his back molars, his face was as radiant as anyone else's.

At this time, Heimdall stepped forward, "Hello, Bill."

Master's cheeks are stiff, why are you so excited?Can't see people when you stand still?Doesn't Bill Weasley have long legs?Master Krum snarled inwardly without grace.

"Rig, it's great to see you!" Bill naturally opened his arms and hugged Heimdall.

The master's face twitched, and he squinted...does it need to be hugged for so long? !

"You're already an adult," Bill let go of Heimdall and looked him up and down. "He's a handsome guy."

Heimdall's smile was a little more shy, which was genuine and shy from the bottom of his heart.

The master's blood pressure, which had just stabilized, soared again. If it wasn't for sure that Bill Weasley didn't have that kind of meaning for Heimdall—the object of his love was the French girl Fleur Delacour, he would have thrown his gloves away and demanded a duel .

Just when the master gritted his teeth to maintain his demeanor, and was almost insane due to his self-imagining, Percy Weasley joined the conversation between Heimdall and Bill, and Heimdall's attention was also given by the unrestrained and unrestrained brother Weasley. Transferred to the third brother Weasley, whose career was booming.

Master Krum's smile became like a spring breeze.

When the second brother of the Weasley family came over, the topic was naturally led to Quidditch, and Victor also joined the discussion smoothly.What a wonderful world.

It was an eventful time, and the party did not dare to make it too lively. Everyone sat around talking about interesting things, and tacitly said nothing about the increasingly severe situation outside.

Lacking the care of hard-working elves, Grimmauld Square has long lost its luxury and grandeur, just like a rusty pocket watch, which is covered with rust stains when you touch it lightly.Sirius always believed that Kreacher was thankful if he didn't help in cleaning, and now he didn't feel uncomfortable without it.Molly, Mrs. Weasley, came to do cleaning work every now and then. Under Molly's despotic influence, Sirius and others who lived here were assigned various dirty and messy tasks from time to time. Practice made perfect after doing it a few times.

The self-proclaimed Lucius felt uncomfortable, and Snape, who was slightly obsessed with cleanliness, was sitting on pins and needles.In the eyes of the two, Grimmauld Square seemed to be the Pig's Head Bar that Professor Flitwick repeatedly emphasized that he must drink his own cup, and there was hardly a clean place to find.

When Molly waved her wand to serve every guest a delicious drink, Professor Snape folded his arms and turned a blind eye to the wooden cups falling in front of his eyes; Lucius frowned in disbelief, Sirius Black obviously inherited all Industry, why not fix up Grimmauld Place?At least buy a decent tea set!

The uncle, who is quite particular about hospitality, glanced at the wooden cup with a handle assigned to the professor with distaste, and then stared at the porcelain cup in front of him. The cups for entertaining guests are not the same? !The ancestors of the Black family must be lying uneasy in the cemetery, especially Arctus Black, who spent a lot of gold Galleons to buy himself the Order of Merlin.

If it wasn't for Rigg, Lucius didn't think he would set foot here again.He turned his head to look at his son Draco, who was holding a cup and drinking without any scruples, his frown was loosened and raised slightly.

When the husband and wife said goodbye, Lucius said casually, "Do you mind if I bother you for a few days? Go and see the child." And that Blake's envious and jealous eyes.

three,

They returned to the Knights Tower at two o'clock in the middle of the night.

"The child should be asleep." Heimdall couldn't help muttering, knowing that no matter how loud they yelled, it wouldn't affect the second floor.

"I'll go take a look." Victor turned and went upstairs.

Lucius somewhat regretted the impulsive move of following the two children home, and hesitated to leave immediately.

"You can stay at ease." Heimdall seemed to understand his hesitation, "I will send the child to my father the day after tomorrow, and I will ask you to take care of Mionier when we are away. You and aunt can't decline."

Lucius couldn't hear that he was comforting himself, and touched his head with emotion.

"Let's go and have a look too." Heimdall and Lucius went up the stairs.

The two tiptoed to open the door, only to find that Mionier, who was supposed to be sound asleep, was happily chirping at Da Papa, and his little face brightened even more when he saw the two.

"Rig!" Mionir yelled happily.

No matter what Heimdall said, he didn't believe that the master woke him up.

"Why don't you sleep?" Heimdall walked forward with a straight face.

Mionier shrank into Victor's arms, "Dad..."

"I want to know too." Victor didn't like this, and took a picture of his little butt.

Mionier pouted and bowed his head.

Heimdall thought of Hina's hint before they entered the door: "The young master has been staring at the door after lunch." No matter how angry he was, he walked to the small bed.Victor tacitly let go of the child, and Heimdall sat on the edge of the bed, hugging Mionnier.

Kiss his little face, "Have you eaten all your meals today?"

Mionir nodded, then raised his eyes to peek at Heimdall's expression.

Heimdall was amused in his heart, and his face remained calm, "Father misses Mionir too." He said and kissed on the other cheek.

Mionier's pouted mouth turned into a smile. Looking at his son's silly smiling face, Chief Sturlusson's paternal love suddenly overflowed, and he kissed the baby several times, covering the baby's chest and muttering non-stop, "I My son is so good and so cute, what if he is targeted by someone with malicious intentions? But what should I do, the outside is so dangerous and there are so many bad guys, Dad is worried to death!!!"

Victor and Lucius were silent about the fact that they were still howling so seriously.Lucius was too embarrassed to persuade his nephew to plan for a rainy day...

Xiaomi was the only one who followed the little papa's god to make a fortune. The big one and the small one went crazy for a while, until the master scolded him, "How can he sleep when you are like this?" Little papa knew that he had done something wrong. Hurry up and let go of the child, who knows why the son refuses to let go, hanging on him like a koala.

"Mionir will sleep with us tonight." Heimdall looked at her husband.

Facing the big and small ones who were eagerly looking at him, the master couldn't say "disagree".

"Who remembers that?" Heimdall said to Xiaomi.

Lucius, who had been neglected for a long time, finally stepped onto the stage as he wished.

Lucius tried to smile kindly, which was difficult for him.

Xiaomi blinked and watched without moving for a long time.

Lucius' unnatural smile began to froze.

"I gave you so many beautiful clothes and toys, don't you remember?" Heimdall prompted in many ways.

Mionir's eyes lit up, "Grandpa Cloak!"

All kinds of Xiaomi's cloaks are basically made by Lucius.

Even if he explained the relationship between him and Lucius to the child, he might not understand it. Heimdall and Victor simply let Xiaomi call Grandpa Lucius without discrimination.

"Grandpa Cloak?!" Heimdall corrected. "It's Grandpa Lucius."

Knowing that mistakes can be corrected, Xiaomi yelled crisply, "Grandpa Lucius."

Lucius, who usually doesn't deal with such occasions very much, walked up a little bluntly, stretched out his hand a little awkwardly, squeezed Xiaomi's small fleshy hand and shook it up and down, "It's a pleasure to meet you again, Mionier."

Mionier nodded in a dignified manner, "I am also very happy."

Lucius sighed in surrender at last, handed Heimdall the cane he forgot to put down, and picked up the child with a smile on his face.

four,

The Knights House was busy the next day. The owners had left home for about a year, and Hina cleaned up the house early in the morning under Victor's command.

Heimdall, who was holding his son in his arms, saw that he was so motivating, and said, "It's very convenient for us to come back, and we can take Mionier to stay for two days on weekends." Does it need to be like moving?

"I just took the opportunity to clean up." Victor said "don't worry if you don't understand".

He is really not good at this, Heimdall shrugged, lowered his head and continued to laugh and laugh with his son.

While drinking coffee, Lucius shook his head amusedly while reading the newspaper. It turned out that it was not the nephew who was "virtuous" in this family.If he asked his nephew to clean up the house, things would "magically" collect more and more.

"Honey, did you say hello to your friend?" Heimdall asked Mionir.

Baby Xiaomi was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized in a very heartless manner, and rushed to the small courtyard impatiently after breakfast.

Heimdall and Lucius chatted about learning Draco's spells for a while. Lucius put down the newspaper and decided to go for a walk in the village. Heimdall walked into the bedroom, sat down at the desk in front of the window, and opened the drawer on the right— —The drawer on the left contains Victor's things, the one on the right belongs to him—take out the dark brown wooden box.He stared at the wooden box in his hand for about a minute, opened the lid, and took out the memory ball that was shining with a strange light...

Half an hour later, there was a commotion in the small courtyard, and Heimdall, who was stunned by the conch pattern on the wallpaper, was shocked, and hurried to the window to look out.He saw Mionier and Sixiang, and was surprised to find that Sixiang's parents had also come.He tapped lightly on the window lattice, turned back to the desk, and quickly stuffed the memory ball back into the box.When he held up the box and looked around, looking for a hiding place where he could hide things, he changed his mind again, lowered his head and looked thoughtfully at the iris flowers that had changed colors on the wooden box, and after a while, he opened the middle of the desk. Put the public drawer in the wooden box, then closed the drawer calmly, and strode out of the bedroom.

Fives,

Before opening the courtyard door, Heimdall asked the pods that nimbly jumped onto the warehouse windowsill, "What happened?"

[Your son is so charming that Sixiang wants to go with him. ] The pod tells the ins and outs of what it has heard.

go with him? !

Heimdall walked into the courtyard with a feeling of surprise.

Victor rushed to the courtyard one step ahead of him, and when he heard the movement, he turned around and gave him a helpless smile.

Heimdall stared at him exaggeratedly, as if telling him that I was also surprised, then looked at Mionier, who quickly raised his hand and said, "Rig, can Sixiang go to grandpa's house with me?"

"Did your eldest father agree?" The head of the room unjustly threw the hot potato to the master.

Mionier said innocently: "Big Daddy listens to you."

The master has long guarded against his move.

Heimdall turned his head and gave her husband a lifeless look, the latter's gaze was as gentle as if it could drip water.The head of the room sighed while clutching his chest, the beauty is misleading...

"What do you two mean?" Heimdall bravely stepped forward to face the unicorn father and Pegasus mother. The sharp horns of the unicorn father were still so tall and straight, so chilling.

Heimdall thought that the unicorn father would be as domineering and handsome as before, and that he would rely on his own IQ to think so that his brain ached and his brain evaporated. Suddenly, the unicorn father raised his hoof and howled loudly.The howl of the unicorn is different from that of a pegasus, and different from all the horses in the world. It is clearly sharp and shrill, but it is clear and gentle to the ears, like crying.

It was really that the hearer was sad and the listener shed tears, and the husband and wife both felt that moment of heartache.

Heimdall was stunned for a long time, swallowed his throat, and yelled weakly, "Dou Pod, come quickly."

Pods soon appeared on the balcony behind him.

Heimdall apologized, turned to the pod and said, "What does it mean? How do I get the feeling that it wants us to take its son?" Chief Sturlusson was adamant that he was wild and he needed the right sound to wake him up his sanity.

[You're not mistaken, that's what it means. ] The pods don't let him escape reality.

"I think so too," Victor said.

Heimdall was dumbfounded, "Don't worry about them? This is their only child!"

"This question shouldn't be asked of me." Victor turned his body back and continued to face his dissimilar parents.

Heimdall glanced at the four faces who were playing with Mionnier, and then said, "You don't think it's safe here?"

The unicorn father was silent, and the pegasus mother remained as silent as a backdrop.

"I understand." Heimdall nodded. "Since you are willing to trust us, we will take it away and it will live with our son."

The unicorn father suddenly lowered his head and bit Sixiang's mane, and pulled it to the side. Sixiang rolled around awkwardly, then got up, bouncing and following behind his parents, and the family of three seemed to be ready to go back.

The dictatorship and straightforwardness of the unicorn dad is breathtaking.

"We're leaving tomorrow morning, around 10 o'clock, don't forget." Heimdall yelled behind them.

Except for the bouncing four elephants looking back a few times, the couple went straight ahead in their own way.

"Dad, Sixiang is really going with us?" Mionier excitedly pestered Victor to ask questions.

"Yes, it will live with you at Grandpa's house."

Mioni smiled and jumped up and down all the time. The two fathers were also very happy, at least the son would not be lonely anymore.

"I'm going to tell Dad about this, so he won't be unprepared." Heimdall grumbled and walked back.

"Gungu will go with us too!" Mionier's cheers came from behind.

When Heimdall turned around, the master asked a puzzled question, "Gugu?"

"Mushroom." Mionier nodded.

Victor's puzzled eyes met Heimdall's, and the latter shook his head in bewilderment.

"Who is Gushu?" Victor asked.

Mionnier pulled the two of them to the rose vine, pointed to the flowers and said, "Gugu lives in it."

The seedlings of Yinhua Huoshu grew a few inches higher, and the young leaves grew thicker and darker than before.What's disturbing is that the whole sapling is shaking from side to side strangely at this time, and it seems to be crumbling.

Heimdall decisively took out his wand and opened the impenetrable rose vines, only to see that the Bowtruckle was slowly moving the soil under him, and the saplings of the Silver Flower Fire Tree had been uprooted by it, and they were rubbing against each other little by little. Its back—if it has a back—that's why the sapling wobbled erratically.

The husband and wife were speechless.

"Is this the mushroom you mentioned?" Heimdall asked dryly.

"Mushroom." Mionir replied affirmatively.

Bowtruckles are similar in color to a type of shiitake mushroom that Mionier likes to eat.

"It's packing Fire Tree Silver Flowers?" Victor murmured.

The master is on point, but he is just packing.

The Bowtruckle, who was concentrating on his work, finally noticed their existence, and didn't run away without making a fuss like before. The two small eyes on the bark-like funny face just glanced lightly, and continued the ridiculously slow work in his hands.

"You want to come with us?" Heimdall asked.

Of course the Bowtruckle couldn't answer him.

"It doesn't necessarily come with us, maybe it knows that we have to leave temporarily, and is going to find another shelter for itself." Victor analyzed.

"Are you kidding me!" Heimdall gritted his teeth tyrannically. "You want to go out again after entering my yard? It's a good idea!"

Three minutes later, the Bowtruckle that ate the wood turtle that had been fed the drowsiness potion squinted its small eyes and fell asleep. When it woke up again and the surroundings were pitch black, the simple-minded Bowtruckle moved its branch-like fingers, and quickly touched When it reached the Yinhua Huoshu, it hugged it with peace of mind, and continued to scrape the soil under its feet. At this time, the Bowtruckle didn't realize that it and the sapling had moved.

They were stuffed into a big cloth bag by the room chief, and the bag was filled with the soil dug out from the yard. Tomorrow, this cloth bag will settle down with Mionier at the home of Chairman Sturluson.