HP's Foreign Land

one,

On Thursday, at twelve noon, the door of the reception room of the student union opened slowly, and the students who had been waiting outside the door rushed to squeeze in, and the reception room was in a mess in an instant.

The chairman of the student union led a group of students to sit in their respective positions. Faced with this situation, Mr. Chairman endured for a while calmly, and then he stood up and said: "If you want to have such a lively chat, please let me go." The words are on deaf ears, the reception time is limited today, because I will leave school in the afternoon, and Professor Karkaroff has approved my application." He took out his pocket watch seriously, "Well, there are 36 minutes left."

As his voice fell to the ground, the room became silent.

This is the routine reception time of the student union every day. The purpose is to help students who have difficulties, relieve the distress of being away from home, or give material help within their ability.However, after these few days of contact, Mr. Chairman realized that he was too naive. He thought their work was similar to the Red Cross, but in fact it was equivalent to the neighborhood committee...

"To save time, I decided," Heimdall looked around. "If you suffer from insomnia, anorexia, forgetfulness and feeling uncomfortable, please turn back and go out to find the school doctor; as long as your life is not at stake, please consult the prefects and deputy prefects of each grade. Coincidentally, they are waiting by the side, waiting to serve you."

The prefects and deputy prefects all smiled wryly, their petite waists were already bent by the chairman.

Mr. Chairman turned a blind eye to the accusations of these fake cabbages, waved his hand like a local tyrant, and continued, "If you don't get along with your classmates, go to the prefect; If you don't understand in class, go to the professor; If you are lonely and empty, go to the roommate; Leave your valuable suggestions on the message board; give comments to the student union to find the vice president..."

Carlo glanced at him daringly, but was still ignored.

An officer of the Propaganda Department who is not afraid of death interjected, "What does the president of the student union do?"

He faced difficulties and looked at death as home, and immediately received admiration from all sides.

Heimdall said calmly: "Are you ready for the several new measures that the principal emphasized in his speech at the orientation meeting? I will show the principal to you on weekends."

The officer shook his head.

"Hurry up and write!" The chairman glared.

The secretary sat back disheveledly, and all the officers lowered their heads, pretending to be busy under the scanning of the chairman.

Mr. Chairman smiled warmly, "The chairman of the student union will do this."

Everyone's faces were gray and blue.

Heimdall raised his eyes and said angrily, "Why are you here to join in the fun?!" The people who were glared at were tall and burly seventh graders, who stood out from the crowd of lower grades. Find a sense of presence.

"We can't find our life goals recently." The faces of the seventh graders were miserable.

"Go to your prefects!" Heimdall blurted out.

Those people pointed at him, then at Carlo next to him, and said aggrievedly, "So we lined up in a proper manner."

Heimdall, who understood, couldn't help but hate him. He and Carlo are the deputy prefects and prefects of this grade.

two,

Before leaving school, you have to report to the principal, and your collective life must not be too chic.

"How are you going?" Karkaroff asked.

"Ride in a carriage."

Heimdall wanted to Apparate, save trouble, the problem was with the pods.Bean Pod is not a well-trained king with a special physique, and Heimdall couldn't bear it to suffer, so he decided to take a carriage.

"Already confirmed the itinerary?" Karkaroff asked again.

Heimdall was puzzled by his active greetings, "No, I plan to take the car to Kapok Town."

Karkaroff looked very excited, "Then take the school carriage!"

"...your carriage?" Heimdall didn't think he was always so generous.

as predicted.

"Of course not!" Karkaroff said decisively, and then said enthusiastically, "I mean riding in Durmstrang's carriage, our own carriage."

"Does our school have a carriage?" Heimdall was puzzled.

Hogwarts has a carriage, he knows, and the carriage is pulled by the Thestrals, which have been praised and criticized since ancient times, and they are often pulled.

"This is Professor Lacey's proposal to use the Pegasus in the back mountain." (PS: Patrick Lacey, the new professor of protection of magical creatures this school year.)

"Will those Pegasus be willing?"

"Why not?"

"You don't want to put a rein around your neck and make you drag heavy loads," Heimdall muttered.

"What did you say?" Karkaroff couldn't hear clearly.

"Nothing," Heimdall said with a bright smile. "As long as Professor Lacey is sure that Pegasus will take me to my destination safely."

"Professor Katenen has tried it, and he said it was very good when he came back. The speed is not the fastest, but it is stable."

Hearing that he was not the first person to eat crabs, Heimdall accepted it smoothly.

three,

After the carriage came to a complete stop, Heimdall opened the door and saw Mionir running towards him not far away, and immediately got out of the carriage in great surprise and opened his arms.

"Rig!" Mionir, who ran over from Dian'er Dian'er, was hugged by the little papa.

Heimdall kissed his son several times, "Miss me?"

"Think!" Mi O'Neill drools little Papa's face.

Heimdall let go of the child, and Pod jumped to Mionir's feet, rubbing his body affectionately.

"Doudou." Mionir squatted down and grabbed the soft tail happily.

The black cat screamed miserably: Emma, ​​let go of the brat!

"How long have you been waiting? It's hard to find, isn't it?" Heimdall said.

The place where the carriage stops is located in Helsinki, which is the largest distribution center for horse-drawn carriages in Northern Europe. The wide parking lot is full of people, and carriages of various sizes and colors come and go densely in the sky. The staff wear fluorescent-coloured eye-catching wizards Robes, riding a special broom with a huge warning sign to direct traffic in the air to prevent congestion and collisions.

"I saw your carriage as soon as it appeared." Rommel said afterward.

Heimdall followed his father's gaze to look at the carriage. It was a spacious four-seater carriage. The carriage was painted in eye-catching blood red. A bust was painted on the left and right sides of the carriage. On the left was Karkaroff holding the school badge , smiling coquettishly; on the right is Karkaroff holding up the school badge with both hands piously, especially holy.

As soon as this carriage appeared, Rommel did not dare to recognize it, he did not even have the courage to sit in such a carriage, and his son flew all the way to Finland in it without any psychological barriers.

"This carriage is particularly eye-catching and beautiful." Heimdall said proudly.

Rommel was silent.

They went back to Blue Velvet Cottage.

Heimdall went to visit the animal friends first, and made sure that they were fed, warm and carefree, and then walked into the restaurant to taste the late lunch, accompanied by Rommel and Mionnier drinking drinks.

"You didn't cause trouble for Grandpa, did you?" Heimdall teased Mionnier.

"No..." Mionir puffed out his small chest and shook his head.

Heimdall smiled at him, then looked at his father.

"He is very obedient, and Dodoma is also willing to serve him." Rommel said frankly. "I usually don't have time to accompany him, but the tutor in charge of him praised him for being very smart and able to master it at once." It can be seen that Mionier's cleverness made grandpa very happy.

"Teacher?" Heimdall was very surprised.

"I couldn't leave him alone at home, even if he went to the office with me, I couldn't see him," Rommel said. "I arranged several tutors for him, and they took turns playing with him every day."

Tutors are used to increase knowledge and knowledge, and Chairman Stuluson, who is rich and powerful, will spend money to find professional educators as nanny.

"Mionir can count!" Milkman can't wait to show off.

"Really?!" Heimdall said in surprise, "It's amazing!"

Milkman smiled.

"And he can write." Rommel stroked Mionier's head with a smile.

"...Dad, he's only three years old." Heimdall said distressedly.

"No special teaching, he remembered it by himself while playing with the tutor. Isn't it, Xiaomi?"

"Yeah! Mionir has written!" Mionier nodded vigorously.

Heimdall was speechless. It has only been a few days, and his son can not only count, but also write words.He could no longer imagine how far the milk baby would "evolve" in a year's time.

"Father," Heimdall thought it would be better for them to open the skylight and speak brightly. "I never expect to raise an omniscient genius. I hope that my child will grow up healthy and healthy. I don't expect him to be famous, and I don't expect him to be known to everyone."

Rommel didn't take his words seriously, "Do I just want my grandson to grow old?"

"That was not what I meant……"

"I understand what you mean, so I never try to interfere with your barren and boring expectations, and you don't hinder my vision." Rommel looked down at the child, and found that the latter's wide-open eyes flashed After a little panic.He smiled and touched the back of the child's head. "There is always someone to cheer him up in this family. I don't know what Victor thinks, but I'm sure he won't sing against you. I can guarantee that if the child doesn't like it, he won't force it. All choices are in Mionier. You What do you think?"

Heimdall let out a sigh of relief. Rommel was quite polite when he said this so sincerely. With Chairman Strulusson's desire to control, once he made up his mind, it would be unquestionable.

Heimdall grinned, "I see," then hooked his son's little nose. "Play well with the teachers, and dads will accompany you to count and write together on weekends."

Mionier bared his white teeth happily.

four,

After eating, the three of them moved to the living room.

Heimdall took the tea poured by his father himself, and said, "I received an invitation letter from Grandma Victor on the day I returned to school. I plan to go to the appointment today and take the child with me."

"I know about the invitation letter." Rommel sucked his pipe in his mouth, as some children did when he couldn't light a cigarette and got addicted to it.

The invitation letter was sent by Dodomati Vicdo.

"Plan to take the child to show that old lady?" Rommel asked.

"Not yet decided," Heimdall said, taking a sip of tea. "The old lady has always been indifferent to Mionier, I think it is very abnormal, even if the grandson has a pet dog, it is inevitable to care and nag a few words, let alone a living person. I imagined her because of Mionir's There is a blood gap, but she doesn't seem like a pure-blood supremacist."

"The Jankulovska family is not pure blood. Mrs. Krum's father is of Muggle blood, and her grandmother is a mudblood." Rommel said.

"Oh, then it's not a matter of blood." Heimdall raised his eyebrows. "So I thought that the problem still lies with me. I have a hunch that the truth will be revealed when I meet with her today. Whether Mionir meets her depends on the result of this meeting. If..."

Heimdall shook his head, trying to shake off the haze, the memory in the prophecy ball made him uneasy.

"I'll send you a car," Rommel said.

"No, I'll take the school carriage." Heimdall declined.

Karkaroff's intention was to use Heimdall's running around to achieve the purpose of subtle propaganda. If the carriage arranged by his father was replaced, the headmaster's enthusiasm would be unbearable.

"Place the child in Vidin's house first after we go." Rommel advised him.

"Bernik and the others have gone home?" Heimdall was taken aback.

"Yes, I received a letter from Daisy yesterday that they will stay in Bulgaria for a month and then go to the United States."

Heimdall shook his head, "Their family is too restless, flying around all day." "This kind of life is what Daisy has been looking forward to for a long time."

Afterwards, Heimdall stammered and said: "I...may run into some things and promise some promises that should not be promised, or that can be avoided. That promise may bring some troubles to my life...I hope Don't be offended when something like that happens, because I don't really believe in that."

Such a thoughtless call made even the clever Rommel Sturluson confused.

Mr. Chairman thought for a moment, "That is to say, you may do something wrong, but you hope I won't be angry?"

Heimdall's eyes lit up and he nodded.

"Honey, stop joking! I'm not allowed to be angry if you did something wrong?" Rommel cast a contemptuous glance at him.

However, Heimdall heard the implication of the words—you can tolerate your mistakes, but you can’t guarantee that you won’t be angry, so he said loudly: "Thank you, Dad!"

Fives,

Daisy, who received the news in advance, enthusiastically opened the door and hugged Heimdall.When her eyes fell on Mionir's face, the smile became even brighter.

"Whose little boy is this?" Daisy hugged Mionier and kissed him on the cheek. "Remember me, baby?"

"Grandma Daisy."

Daisy smiled from ear to ear, her skirt was pulled suddenly, she looked down and saw her little daughter staring at her.

"Dorit also wants to see her brother."

Daisy shook her head and put Mionir on the ground.

Dorit held Mionier's little hand with a smile on her face, and hurriedly introduced herself, "I'm Sister Dorit."

Mionier still looked stupid, "Sister."

Dorit grinned happily and kissed her younger brother passionately on the cheek, and Mionier kissed her sister in return.Dorit was even happier. She was the youngest in the family, and she finally had a younger brother, so the elder sister's temperament immediately picked up.She dragged Mionier inside, muttering this and that.

Mionier turned back frequently to look for Xiaobaba, and seeing Xiaobaba smiling at him, he let go of his courage to play with Dorit while feeling at ease.

Heimdall thought that his seniority was wrong, but seeing Daisy's innocent look, he gave up.

"Where are Vidin and Bernick?" Heimdall walked into the small living room led by Daisy.

"They're going fishing, and they're going to treat you to a big meal tonight," Daisy said.

Now Heimdall could not stay without dinner.

After chatting for a few more words, listening to Daisy tell interesting things about the journey, the time passed quickly, and Heimdall looked at his watch and stood up.

"Mionir, please take care of me," Heimdall said.

"You child, why are you saying such polite words to me?" Daisy said angrily on purpose.

Heimdall smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry. See you later."

Daisy turned her head, "Mionir, your little daddy is going out."

Mionier, who was being played with the shape-changing magic building blocks by Dolly, hurriedly dropped the building blocks in his hand and ran over, hugging the little daddy's legs with a stubborn face.

Daisy was a little surprised by his sudden action, and Dorit also rushed over, "Let's continue playing, and we'll be back after we finish building the big house."

Bernick's little sister is a clever child, who knows how to avoid serious problems at a young age.

Mionir turned a deaf ear.

"Daddy will be back soon, how about Mionnier and Sister Dorit playing with building blocks?" Heimdall knelt down to comfort the child. "Father also wants to see the big house built by Mionnier and Sister Dorit."

Dorit is impatient, seeing Mioneil's delay in responding, she wanted to say something, but Daisy grabbed her to prevent her from helping her.

After a while, Mionier said sullenly: "...I will come back after building the house."

"Father promises you." Heimdall hugged his son tenderly.

Before going out, he winked at Daisy, and Daisy nodded to express her understanding. She would hint to her daughter to choose the most difficult pattern.

six,

When he stepped on the steps of the Rhodope Manor, the tall cast iron glass door opened silently. Heimdall never expected Mrs. Krum to come out to greet him. He walked in and handed over the delicately wrapped gift box to The house elves, and led by the house elves, walked through the front hall and the main hall to the tea room, which is also tall and wide, with carved beams and painted buildings.

Mrs. Krum was sitting at a black wooden table in a smoky gray robe, with lingering shadows lingering between her eyebrows. It is elegant, but the dull color makes her old and haggard.This was originally an old lady who was very good at taking care of herself. Heimdall found that she was a bit older than the last time I saw her.

The huge Rhodope Manor is no longer what it used to be. Although there is no laughter and laughter every day, it is really full of guests and endless streams, not as dead as it is now.An old lady guards such a big house, and loneliness makes people old.

Heimdall stopped thinking about this discovery, and stepped up to the old lady.

"Good afternoon, Mrs Crum."

The old lady trembled as if she was frightened, she turned her head in panic, and was relieved to see it was him.

"It's you," she raised her hand wearily. "sit down."

Heimdall obeyed and sat down at her right hand.He was glad to see that the young master was not among them.

After the house elf brought refreshments, the old lady ordered the door to be closed, as if she was not going to make today's meeting public.

Heimdall picked up the cup calmly, looked down at the amber tea in the cup, and thought to himself that there was no reason to hesitate. Could it be that he was afraid of being poisoned?He took a sip, and had just drank tea at Daisy's house, and now that he had no room in his stomach, he could only symbolically take another piece of the incredibly delicate pastry, and put it in his hand to look at it.

"This is an English-style afternoon tea set ordered from the best wizard pastry shop in Bulgaria. Try it and see if it tastes right." The old lady seemed very interested in hospitality.

Heimdall smiled, took a deep breath, and boldly opened his mouth to bite.

"Is the taste okay?" The old lady asked impatiently.

Heimdall nodded indiscriminately, he didn't have the nerve to tell her that he didn't know what an authentic English afternoon tea was like.

The old lady smiled, and Heimdall couldn't figure out whether she was really happy or fake. Her throat was blocked by the English pastry, and she almost couldn't catch her breath. She quickly grabbed the cup and drank tea.

This tea tastes good, Chairman Stulusson commented, it seems to have a digestive effect.

The old lady said lightly, "I wrote you several letters before, but you haven't responded..."

Heimdall put down his glass and sat up straight.

The old lady continued, "I didn't give up. After several attempts, you are finally willing to come to the door."

Heimdall pretended not to understand the old lady's obvious tone of reproach, and said nonchalantly: "You can ask Victor to bring me a message, and it will definitely be more effective than telling me directly from him."

The old lady was silent, and after a while, she said again, "I haven't slept well these days, I've been haunted by nightmares every day, my life is in trouble..."

It's a pity you don't have a prefect.

"I went to several therapists, and they said that this and that made me have a headache. After a long time of treatment, there was no effect. Later, a Yugoslavian therapist talked with me for half an hour and prescribed a bottle of tranquilizer for me. The potion relieved my insomnia."

half an hour?How long did it take? !

"A few days ago, I also had problems with my legs and feet..."

"Just say what you want to do," Heimdall couldn't help interrupting her babbling in an attempt to awaken his sense of guilt. "I'm not a therapist, there's nothing you can do if you tell me this. Let me tell you the truth, I won't tell Victor about today's conversation, so you can rest assured—"

The old lady suddenly raised her voice, "You said you wouldn't tell Victor about today's conversation?"

Heimdall looked at her for a long time, "No."

The old lady was aggressive, "Is your guarantee effective?"

"The Fidelity Curse," said Heimdall.

The old lady laughed, "Okay! That's what you said!"

"That's right, I said it." Heimdall said calmly. "Just tell me exactly what you want to do. Playing hide-and-seek for a long time is too late."

The old lady had never liked his indifference, defiantness, and lack of breeding.The old lady calmed down, and told herself not to piss off the young man in front of her right now, otherwise all previous efforts would be wasted. She finally made it to this point, and she was exhausted physically and mentally, and she really couldn't bear the consequences of failure.

Mrs. Krum took out a piece of parchment. It was exquisite in workmanship, fine in texture, and evenly dyed. After unfolding, the surface was completely different from the color on the reverse side. This was the first time Heimdall came into contact with such expensive parchment.

A quill flew out of the unfolded parchment and floated to Heimdall's hand. The old lady pushed the parchment, which seemed to be a contract, between the two of them.

"As long as you sign this contract, starting today, I will officially recognize your identity, and I will introduce you to relatives and friends in public, and we will become a family." The old lady looked at Heimdall eagerly . "After the contract takes effect, you will get a large sum of Galleons, which is equivalent to the total amount of dowry I brought into the Krum family back then, and equivalent to the entire property of my natal Jankulovska family. At the same time, You can also get a part of Krum's many lands..."

"Twin Peaks Mountain?" Heimdall asked suddenly.

Mrs. Krum was taken aback for a moment, then smiled again, "Yes, my dear, it is Twin Peaks Mountain."

"I've said all about 'dear'. It seems that you really want me to sign it. Oh, please forgive me, this is not a complaint." Heimdall said unhurriedly.

The old lady's smile was so rigid that it was difficult for her to be amiable.

"Let me guess," Heimdall picked up the parchment and glanced at it. "That's how Victor's grandfather, that is, your husband Sergey Klum, signed a contract in this way. Is there any difference in wording between this one and the one back then? Oh, I forgot , the difference from before is that your husband is completely voluntary to protect you from disasters, and you are the one who was kept in the dark."

The old Mrs. Krum, who was sure of the winning ticket, turned pale. She shook her lips and said, "You, what do you know..."

"Not much, but you know everything you need to know, such as about the curse in your family; about your husband transferring the curse to himself without your knowledge; Inheritance; about your eldest son and grandson who will be cursed endlessly for generations; about your midnight dreams of regret;

"Shut up! Shut up!!!" Mrs. Krum cried heartbrokenly.

Heimdall didn't say a word, just watched the old lady cry with tears streaming down her face and couldn't control herself.In fact, he was not completely convinced about the curse. Everyone in the know knew that Sergey Krum was killed by Grindelwald.But what the old Mrs. Kroom did was really chilling. By now, he was already disheartened.Heimdall decided that the long-term pain was better than the short-term pain, and he simply ended it.

"Sturluson..." Mrs. Krum begged hoarsely. "As long as you are willing to sign, I will agree to any request, no matter what, even if it takes my old life..."

Heimdall raised the corner of his mouth, "Your determination to love your family is admirable, but have you ever thought that if I die because of the curse, my child, as my eldest son, will be the first to inherit the curse?"

Old Mrs. Krum avoided his gaze unnaturally.

Heimdall sneered, "It seems that you have thought about it, and are even happy to see it happen. If I am gone, Victor can marry the girl you want him to marry, have a few children, and live a beautiful life. As for That life that will die unfortunately, anyway, Victor has other children, so he will not be sad for the rest of his life."

Old Mrs. Krum lowered her eyes and remained silent.

"You are really hard-hearted, my son is only three years old, he is only three years old... Even if he didn't come into this world through natural human birth, he is indeed the son of Victor and me, and he has our blood in his body. blood..." Heimdall murmured.

Old Mrs. Krum clenched her molars and said nothing, seemingly determined.

"From now on, I won't let Mionier call you grandma, and I won't tell him who you are," Heimdall said mockingly, "I think you don't care."

Old Mrs. Kroom still bowed her head in silence.

Heimdall smiled suddenly. He carefully read the contract several times, and then picked up a quill to sign his name.The flame of the conclusion flickered on the paper, outlining different shades of gold in the column of the name, and finally turned into a golden glow and pierced Heimdall's heart.

Old Mrs Kroom was dumbfounded, and now she had given up hope.

"you……"

Heimdall threw the quill away, then pushed the contract towards her, "Check and see if I've fooled you."

Mrs. Krum snatched the contract with trembling hands, and repeatedly confirmed it several times excitedly.

She looked up, with tears in her eyes, "Thank you child, on behalf of the Krum family, I thank you for your selflessness..."

"I also think I'm selfless." Heimdall said sarcastically.

The old Mrs. Krum doesn't care about his inhumanity at all, she can't wait to hug him and kiss him hard.

Heimdall said: "Follow the promise in the contract, don't forget Jin Gallon and Twin Peaks Mountain."

"Of course, of course!" Heimdall's undisguised philistine made Mrs. Krumgar feel less guilty.

"My dear..." the old lady couldn't help calling out.

"No, you should still call me Mr. Strulusson. It's better for everyone to be unfamiliar."

The old lady's face trembled.

"This contract—" Before the old lady finished speaking, the contract suddenly flew into the air and flew straight to the door.

At this moment, the door of the tea room had been opened, and an unexpected visitor appeared at the door. The visitor was Victor Krum. At this time, he was expressionless, his eyes were cold, and a child was leaning against his legs.

Old Mrs. Krum stood up in surprise, and when she saw the child's face clearly, she cried out, "He is!"

"Our son Mionniel Grana Sturluson," Heimdall raised the corner of his mouth maliciously. "Does he look like a man?"

Mionir's face is simply a replica of Victor's when he was a child. Although his hair color, eyes, chin and other details are more inherited from his younger father, the overall outline can tell who it is.

The old lady Krum couldn't help taking steps, and Heimdall murmured in her ears, "So what about your grandson, he will never know who you are, and he will never know what his great-grandmother did to him."

The old lady felt as if she was being shocked by electricity, she clutched her chest tremblingly, her face was ashen, and she sat down dejectedly.

Heimdall couldn't find any pleasure in revenge. He looked at the dying old man with pity, bowed his head and remained silent.

After a while, he heard Mrs. Krum's hoarse scream. He raised his head hastily and witnessed Victor's pen writing on the parchment.

Heimdall immediately realized what he had written.

The golden radiance was once again brilliant in this room, and it solidified into a beam of light that sank into Victor's body.

Old Mrs. Krum's sobs seemed to be blurred.

"Grandma..." Victor's sigh is poignant.