HP's Foreign Land

one,

Rommel stood in front of the window of the study with a pipe in his mouth. In the tastefully tidied up European-style garden, the animals jumped up and down among the pruned wild flowers. The essence of the landscape did not collapse half a minute ago. On the grass, it is said that It's his grandson's milk baby and the unicorn cub with paired wings leaning against their heads and whispering...

"Complain to his friend." Victor said softly, holding a teacup.

From an angle that the master could not see, Rommel's brows were twisted together, who would have thought that the four faces would really follow behind brazenly!

"Stay for dinner." After adjusting his facial expression, Rommel turned around and said.

"I'd do it if you didn't tell me." Victor said.

Rommel smiled silently and sat down on the sofa opposite him.

"So Rigg doesn't know that he is already the president of the student union?" Rommel asked.

According to the original plan, the husband and wife arrived together with their children. The master told Heimdall earlier why he couldn't come.

Victor said: "It's probably not fully recovered at the moment."

Mr. Chairman took down the pipe, "Occasionally, a little surprise can exercise courage and nerves."

"You have received the news a long time ago, but you didn't tell him." Victor's tone was very affirmative.

Rommel had a good time, "Surprise, surprise, I said in advance, what is there to say. Today's mutton is good, I will eat this tonight. Although my son is not here, I can't change my mind in front of the guests." The second half of the sentence is obviously Speak to the house-elf.

Victor rolled his eyes. If Rommel Sturluson wanted to change his mind, pointing his wand at him would do nothing.It's a pity that Lige won't be able to eat the roast leg of lamb that he thinks about day and night, the master thought to himself.

At dinner, Rommel said casually: "We are a family, and if you need help, just ask."

Victor was stunned for a moment, he couldn't understand why Rommel said this for no reason.

"What do you mean?" Victor was puzzled.

"It's not interesting." Rommel focused on the Chinese food, and answered lightly.

Confused, Victor turned his head and watched his son clenched the small spoon and pulled the shredded mutton into his mouth. The son with puffed cheeks raised his head and grinned at the big papa, the soup mixed with saliva dripped down the corner of his mouth, Wick Wipe him up quickly.

"Is it delicious?" At the moment when little papa was absent, the master volunteered to take over the same questioner.

Mionier nodded, and suddenly muttered in frustration: "Rig..."

"Don't worry, your little daddy won't be hungry." Rommel said this.

I don't know if Mionier is really so caring, but Rommel's decisiveness successfully made Mionier smile, and he seemed to be a little relieved.

The master suddenly understood something, "You mean the purpose of our trip to Hogwarts this time?"

Rommel shook his head, "Maybe you don't believe it, but I really don't know anything. Rieger didn't tell me anything. He just hinted to me that you might be in some trouble. That's all."

What this means is that no matter what headaches you encounter, as long as I can help, it is absolutely obligatory.

Anyone who knows Rommel Sturluson knows that he is a person who is used to being alone, hard-hearted and slippery. He never takes the initiative to take the initiative. Saying such words, the master didn't think that it was due to the expansion of his own personality charm, and of course he took advantage of Lige.At the same time, the master was indeed a little moved. Rommel could pretend to be ignorant, because with the character of the master, he would never put down his body to ask for help from his "father-in-law" who never gave him good looks.

Victor looked at the child tenderly, and said, "Thank you, I remember."

Rommel tasted the food without changing his expression, as if he hadn't heard anything.

two,

After the meal, Dodoma handed Victor a stack of letters sent to the Knight's Tower. They were all delivered after the family left.

"Thank you Dodoma." Victor smiled.

Dodoma bowed out of Victor's sight and retreated silently.

Victor took out one of them. He was familiar with the words on the envelope. It was written by his grandmother and the recipient was Rigg.

After the grandmother got old, she didn't do much by herself. Except for signing important documents, her assistants would write for her at other times.As far as Victor knows, after the masked man Frank (Peacock Blue) dismissed his grandmother's assistant on his own initiative, he took over the position of assistant logically.Frank changed his orders day and night and did whatever he wanted. At that time, the Krum family's business was almost completely paralyzed, making the wizards who worked for the family miserable.Then a strange disease broke out, and Frank fell into the money trap set by Rieger, and disappeared from his grandmother's sight.Grandma has been depressed for a long time because of this, and it seems that she hasn't recovered from it until today, and she hasn't found another assistant.

Victor was sure that the letter was from his grandmother, in her own handwriting.He knows the pattern of the envelope shell, and it is usually used to invite important guests. Grandma is willing to be so cautious. As Victor, who has been looking forward to the elimination of estrangement, he is very willing to see Rieger and his grandmother communicate with each other heart-to-heart and become a real family. people.

Victor called Dodoma and asked it to deliver the letter to Durmstrang.

three,

Durmstrang's Shell Auditorium is buzzing and brightly lit.The surrounding walls are covered by blood-red school badge curtains. Looking up, the mountains are high and the sky is wide, which is magnificent-the continuous mountains and the pegasus soaring into the sky. These are the scenery drawn by magic based on the scenery of the back mountain. The floor tiles were also enchanted, and each piece shone with silver light in different shades according to the weight of the footsteps.

Some children found it novel and stepped on it several times, almost blocking the traffic.

Heimdall, who was maintaining order in the audience, was familiar with all the first graders. When he found out that Pepper was one in 37, he no longer made a fuss when he first saw a girl on campus.In order to attract girls to come to study, Principal Karkaroff waived their tuition fees and gave away textbooks along with school uniforms. As soon as this was done, the parents of the 21 boys were beating their chests and feet, and their faces were filled with anger. Why didn't they raise a girl in the first place? , giving birth to such a money-losing product.

"The monkey is going to cry," said Heimdall.

"He has already cried." Little Pepper chuckled.

Thinking of her mention of telling the monkey everything, Heimdall shook his head. The monkey probably lost all hope.The small pepper has not grown yet. Compared with the appearance of Mrs. Pepper, I believe her daughter will not be far behind.Here is Durmstrang, where there are many monks and few porridge, but there is no shortage of males. Looking around, they are fat, swallows and thin, of different heights, and you can choose from them.

Mr. Chairman took advantage of his functions to look up and down the young male in the first grade, and was delighted to find that the future can still be looked forward to.

"Mr. Chairman, the orientation meeting is about to begin." Carlo did not dare to get too close this time, and shouted from a distance.

Chairman Strulusson hurriedly put away the overflowing obscenity, and walked towards the backstage in a serious manner.

four,

First of all, of course, it was the headmaster who spoke. Karkaroff had worked hard all summer for his impassioned speech today.Ignoring Mr. Principal’s outrageous shamelessness and endless self-praise, this year he brought 16 flowers to the German school, so the applause from the audience at this orientation meeting hit a new high of sincerity over the years, and everyone came from the heart applaud him.

Karkaroff was so passionate, that sweaty, smooth voice was so loud that it was almost shrill.The first graders who had just stepped into the school had little knowledge, their little hands were flushed, their eyes were bright, and their little faces were rosy. They had already adjusted to the same frequency as the principal's small universe and erupted.The second graders behind them were especially moved.

It was only then that Heimdall noticed that the single-person podium in the auditorium had changed its shape, and the previous pegasus relief became a fire-breathing dragon with its teeth and claws.Karkaroff likes the feeling of being watched by everyone. In the past, before the orientation meeting, the pegasus on the podium would spread its wings and take off, fly around the auditorium and then fall back to the podium, which is extremely cool.The newly replaced fire-breathing dragon is even richer than Tianma. Not only is it big and gorgeous, but the fake fire it sprays out is particularly shocking.

A weak voice sounded behind Heimdall, "It cost a lot of money." This person is Carlos in the sixth grade. He is in charge of finance in the student union. Applications for various funds, etc.The year Bonasera was elected, Heimdall was so annoyed by him that he considered taking the job.

"See, that's the new professor of the Protection of Magical Creatures class in our school." Carlo raised his chin.

Behind the teacher's long table, among the familiar faces, sat an unfamiliar wizard. He wore silver-rimmed glasses with very small mirrors. His skin was pale, his eyes were puffy, his yellowish-brown hair was messed up, and his shoulders drooped feebly. , Mouth words from time to time.The new professor was seated to the left of Astronomy Professor Luis Mansur and Potions Professor Roy Laurent to the right.Professor Laurent greeted him based on etiquette, but he ignored it; Professor Mansour raised an eyebrow when he saw it, and continued to remain silent, pretending that there was no one around him.

"This professor doesn't seem to fit in well." Caro jotted down his analysis in his notebook.

Karkaroff behind the podium made a quiet gesture, and the audience quickly calmed down.

"Professor Ladiri, who is deeply loved by his classmates, is eager to devote himself to special research. He has resigned from his position as a professor of the protection of magical creatures. I have approved that the protection of magical creatures in the new school year will be taught by Professor Patrick Lacey." Karkaroff looked back at the teacher's table full of enthusiasm.

Patrick Lacey turned a deaf ear, still bowed his head and muttered, as if he had swallowed ecstasy.

Karkaroff's face collapsed, and he quickly called out, "Professor Lacey!"

Patrick Lacey was still nodding his forehead.

"Professor Lacey!" Karkaroff raised his voice.

Lacey went her own way.

Karkaroff winked at Laurent and Mansur respectively, Mansur turned a blind eye, Laurent was kinder and pushed Lacey down.

Lacey stood up abruptly, groping her body frantically, "Yes, sir, I'm recording, I'm recording, I'm not distracted..."

The students in the audience roared with laughter, the older students were more or less concerned about the principal's face, and the lower grades were reeling happily.

Karkaroff almost dug the podium out of the hole, forcing himself to care with a big heart, "Professor Lacey, what's wrong with you?"

Lacey raised her head as if waking up from a dream, and the profound blankness on her face stung Karkaroff's eyes. After a while, Lacey said in a daze, "I'm sorry, Professor Karkaroff, I was distracted just now. It's gone." Added worryingly, "It's not falling asleep."

Professor Mansour, who stayed out of the matter, suddenly said: "I can testify to this."

Karkaroff had no strength to care about it anymore, he pulled out an ugly smile, "Professor Lacey, please say hello to the students in the audience."

Reluctantly, Lacey adjusted his gaze and looked down the stage—the crowd of human heads suddenly became dizzy, and the professors on both sides saw his body stiffen dramatically and fall backwards, with a plop, even the chairs were overturned On the ground, I didn't get up for a long time.

At that moment, the entire auditorium was silent.

The professors rushed over to check, and Karkaroff squeezed past in shock.

The school doctor, Mr. Follett, had finished the preliminary examination, and said with a relaxed face, "It's all right, I just passed out."

"Why did he faint?" Karkaroff asked anxiously.

Mr. Follett said slowly, "...scared."

The professors were silent.

"Wake him up?" asked Follett.

Karkaroff waved his hand in pain, it's better to be out of sight and out of mind.

With a wave of Follett's wand, he was carried back to the school hospital.

The professors couldn't help but look at each other, then pretended to be nonchalant and returned to their seats.

The audience buzzed and discussed.

Karkaroff behind the podium even felt like crying, he sighed with frustration, his voice was no longer as gorgeous and high-pitched as before.

"The following is the president of Durmstrang's student union, Mr. Heimdall Sturluson."

From the rear, Carlo said, "I told you to go out and save the field."

"I knew it, good things never happen to me." Heimdall was particularly passive and sabotaged.

"This is the only way to reflect your amazing personal value." After Carlo finished speaking, he kicked Mr. Chairman out with force.

Fives,

Amid the waves of applause, Heimdall rushed onto the stage with his butt pouted, his posture was so distinctive and impressive, snickering came from the audience, Heimdall simply kept on doing nothing He turned around and gestured his middle finger in Carlo's direction.Immediately there was boos from the audience.

Chairman Sturluson straightened his clothes and stepped onto the podium firmly, while Karkaroff stepped aside disheartened.

"Hi everyone, I'm Heimdall Strulusson."

There was another round of applause from the audience.

"I am Heimdall Strulusson."

There was sparse applause.

"I am Heimdall Strulusson."

The students are dead.

Heimdall nodded, "I remember everything? Very good." He pointed at himself solemnly, "What's my name?"

His name was heard one after another in the mix of boos and laughter, and Heimdall grinned nonchalantly, "I am the new president of the student union in Durmstrang, and the term of office is for a whole school year." Said. Pretending to hesitate here, "Isn't it necessary to repeat it three times?"

"No, no, no!" The students yelled seemingly unbearably.

This chairman is more verbose than Tang Seng.

"To be honest, I really don't want to take the job of the student union chairman. In the future campus life, everything from the small door to the dormitory to the major operation of the research room must be supervised by me. To put it bluntly, the student union chairman is just an old lady. , the student union is a group of old mothers."

There was another snicker.

Heimdall raised his eyebrows, "You don't believe me? What are you laughing at?! I'm telling the truth."

The snickering was more and louder.

"Professor Karkaroff has just made a serious and specific exposition about Durmstrang. I won't repeat the eulogy here. No matter how you sing it, it will accompany you until graduation. Whether you love it or hate it is ultimately up to you. Decide for yourself. Anyway, I love this school very much, and I have witnessed countless brilliance," Mr. Chairman looked at the first grade in the front row, and he could glance at the second grade in the back. "Have you heard of the World Junior Quidditch Cup? You have heard of it, yes, yes, then you should know how sensational this event was back then... Hey, you nodded, have you heard of it? You have all heard of it? well!"

Heimdall nodded one after another, "It's good to have heard of it, but it's a pity that you have only heard of it, and you will never have the chance to see how coquettish the school team was that year. Never again!"

The first graders below froze.

Mr. Chairman continued to shake his head, "Do you know about the Triwizard Tournament? You know, yes, the news is so well-informed. That competition is absolutely amazing! Fighting dragons, exploring the underwater world, and bravely entering the maze..."

All the first graders were fascinated by each other.

"It's so wonderful, so unique, it's hard to describe in words." Mr. Chairman looked leisurely and fascinated.

The first graders couldn't help opening their eyes wide.

"But you will never see it again. Something happened last time. I heard that the Triwizard Tournament will be shelved indefinitely again." Mr. Chairman sighed pretendingly.

The first graders cried, and a few who were particularly vulnerable had red eyes and sniffed.

The professors behind Heimdall couldn't help laughing, and the seniors in the audience couldn't help laughing.How envious to bully freshmen so openly.

Mr. Chairman suddenly looked serious, "Why are you crying?! You are so worthless! You, yes, it's you. The female classmates next to you are not crying. Look at what you look like!"

The child quickly suppressed the tears and began to hiccup due to trembling.

"The glory of the past belongs to us and our brothers. Your glory should be created by yourself. Don't you even have this determination and awareness?"

"Yes!" The girl's high-pitched voice sounded, it was Little Pepper.

Immediately afterwards, the little girls clenched their fists one after another to express their determination.

Heimdall stared at the little boys with contempt, and the boys were irritated by his expression, howling heart-piercingly.

"Very good!" Heimdall took the lead in applauding.

The seniors clapped their hands in a show of face, and later even the professors clapped together.

All the first graders had their eyes brightened and their little faces flushed in the thunderous applause.

Heimdall raised his hands, and all the applause receded.

"Today's orientation meeting is over, and students above the second grade can leave." Heimdall raised his eyes and glanced up. "What should you do? Don't mention the name of the school when you lose face. I also want to remind you that the school gate will be closed at 21:30. Please pay attention to the time to return to school. In addition, tonight's bed check will be at 22:30 At the beginning, please also pay attention to the time. The student cafeteria will no longer serve supper after 21:[-]. Alright, you can leave now.”

A fifth grade exclaimed, "I never check my bed on back-to-school day!" Several people around me echoed.

Heimdall said calmly, "Because I wasn't the president of the student union at that time."

Several fifth graders wanted to say something, but were stopped by other students of the same grade, and the group left the auditorium sullenly.

Then the professors left one by one.

When there were only freshmen left in the auditorium, Heimdall turned around and shouted, "Vice President Jones."

"Here we come." Carlo walked up with a small book in his hands.

Heimdall said to the first graders: "Let's get to know each other. This is Carlo Jones, the vice-chairman. Jones has a warm heart that is willing to help others. If you have any questions in the future, just go to him." When it's officially over, Mr. Chairman is eager to be the hands-off shopkeeper.

The lamp on Carlo's face was exhausted, and Heimdall said earnestly: "Those who can do more work."

six,

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Mr. Chairman shuffled back to the seventh grade dormitory.

Roommate Leon was writing hard at the desk. Heimdall looked around and decided not to disturb him. He rolled up his clothes and went into the bathroom. After returning to the room refreshed, he thought that he would have to supervise and check the dormitory at night. It wilted again like a frosted eggplant.

He opened the curtain and got on the bed. After a while, he stretched out a hand waving a wand from the curtain, and summoned the magic mirror in his pocket.

Heimdall hugged the mirror and called Mionir's name. In a blink of an eye, ripples appeared on the mirror, and then the picture suddenly became clear, and Mionier's face appeared in the mirror.

"Baby, can you see Daddy?" Heimdall said immediately.

Mionnier was almost cross-eyed, and when he saw Xiao Papa's face, he immediately laughed and danced.

"Rig, Rig..."

"Yes, baby, it's me." Heimdall couldn't help but kissed the mirror.

Mionier also pursed his mouth and kissed several times, leaving a layer of saliva.

Heimdall looked at his son's deformed face after the sticky water stains and laughed, and all his fatigue disappeared in an instant.

Mionier's small mirror was prepared for him by Heimdall. The frame is inlaid with cute animals, with Toffee, Little Ba, Bun, and Olar as models. On the back of the mirror is holding a feather duster and smiling shyly Shy Hina.The painting is done by the master, and the effect of the production is also checked by the master.

"Where's Big Daddy? Is he still at Grandpa's house?" Heimdall asked.

Mionir stopped the game of sliding his finger on the mirror, and ran to call Da Papa.

By the time Heimdall got out of bed, he had already connected with her husband.

"Is everything going well?" Victor asked.

Heimdall nodded bitterly, "It's okay."

The two of them hugged the mirror and talked nonsense, and the son interspersed with it from time to time. Heimdall was so happy that he wished he could fly to the blue velvet cabin to reunite with them.

"Grandma sent you a letter, I asked Dodoma to send it to you, did you receive it?" Victor asked.

Heimdall walked to the desk, pushed it a few times, and saw the letter the master said.

"It looks very formal." Heimdall looked over and over again.

"This is an invitation letter exclusively for VIPs." Victor hinted.

How could Heimdall fail to understand, "I will go."

In fact, I really treat you as a family, and I will never use such a formal or out-of-the-way method. After all, it is Victor’s grandmother. The master only thinks about it, thinking that this is a desire to break the ice. Heim Dahl decided to hold back, keeping his face cool.

Victor was silent for a moment, and said: "In case there is anything...you don't mind, grandma..." The master frowned impatiently. "Once she becomes stubborn, it will be a headache, and she won't listen to other people's words at all. Don't bear it when it gets to that point..."

Heimdall knew how difficult it was for him to say those words, but it was his own grandmother who raised him and spoiled him.

Heimdall smiled slightly, "Understood."