HP's Foreign Land

one,

After Mio Neal couldn't wait to show the two papas the learning results of the past few days, he went to the study with a serious face and a drawing book, and asked his grandfather to check his homework once a day.

Of course, Heimdall hoped that the intimacy between the grandfather and grandson would increase steadily. Having been a father and son with Rommel for so many years, he could see that his father was actually not as interested in playing the role of a loving father as he appeared to be. It stems from the fact that Heimdall's son played a lesser role than him, which repeatedly hit Rommel's meager desire to be a 24-year-old father.Mionier's situation is completely different from that of Heimdall. His special experience made him sensitive and shy from the day he was born, reacting violently to the troubles around him. Heimdall sincerely hoped that his father would like Xiaomi from the bottom of his heart.

But this kind of thing is not what he wants to do. Judging from the current progress, Rommel does not seem to reject the daily intimacy with Baby Xiaomi.

The two fathers returned to the bedroom, and Victor sat down on the sofa in front of the fireplace, pulling Heimdall to his side and hugging him.

"How was it after you went back that day?" The master's hand quickly burrowed under the room chief's clothes restlessly.

Heimdall talked about the arrangement of the animals, "...Pixie is a thief, I originally planned to let him stay in the castle, but he walked up and down the castle arrogantly and rejected my arrangement. Later, I proposed to let it move to the back mountain. I didn’t expect it to come and protest with me a few hours later, saying that there was a nest of fairies and elves living in the back mountain. After going around so many times, it is the first time I know that there are fairy elves who are said to have migrated to the African continent more than 200 years ago in the mountains of Durmstrang... Finally, it took a fancy to the girls' dormitory building and volunteered to settle in the South Tower. Girls watch the gate."

The embarrassing thing is that this Pixie is a male, and he always likes to go in and out of the girls' dormitory as a gentleman. Heimdall always thinks that his ulterior motives are not drinking. Fortunately, most of the girls are understanding and don't mind letting it A male Pixie acts as the dormitory caretaker.

Victor couldn't hear the bitterness and hatred in the words of the head of the room, and comforted him: "Pixie's gatekeeper can indeed improve the safety of the girls' dormitory and reduce the burden for you."

Heimdall rubbed his face on the old man's chest, and heard the old man ask, "How about Boggart and Red Hat?"

"In place of the often derelict vampire portrait, the Boggart is in charge of guarding Professor Kattenin's room; the red hat is gone by Sophie."

"Sophie?" The master tried his best to recall, but still couldn't find this one from his memory.

Just when the master was secretly worrying about his memory loss, Heimdall's next sentence resolved the master's hidden worries.

"Professor Matviyenko," said Heimdall.

"...She changed her nickname again?" When the master was at school, she still happily introduced herself as Carol.

Valena Matviyenko, Durmstrang's professor of charms, is dressed up all day long, and the most talked about outside of class is not her teaching work, but men.At one point, she wanted to resign from her position as a professor of Charms and apply to be a professor of black magic, but unfortunately, the timing didn't come right. This female professor often had whim, and there was no permanence.

That's the case with her nickname. Her nickname is almost the same for two years, without repetition, and she often tells students to call her by nickname.The girl's enrollment in September made her depressed for several days, and she shed tears dramatically all day long, fearing that she would be compared to the young and beautiful girl.In fact, she was overthinking. Even without those little girls, Professor Laurent would not have any special feelings for Professor Matviyenko, who is old enough to be his mother...

"It is said that Professor Matviyenko's new man likes to call her Sophie, and that wizard only drinks Polish vodka, and eats fruit pies with a layer of icing sugar and fig jam." Heimdall said.

Victor was silent, "...Professor Matviyenko introduced a new way to eat again?"

Heimdall nodded. Whenever Professor Matviyenko falls in love, he sells his new lover’s weird food everywhere. The head of the department has met it more than once. This time the icing and jam are not as good as the creamy ice cream steak with pepper Apple cider vinegar can kill.

"What does she want the red hat for?" Victor was puzzled.

"I heard that the man is interested."

The master quickly became alert.

Heimdall shook his head, "Probably not. Professor Matviyenko is always whimsical, but the bottom line is solid. She never brought her surging life emotions into her work. I think it's probably because she wants to imitate her man." .”

This is also one of the reasons why the two principals tolerated her in many ways.

"What about you? How are you these days?" Heimdall said dissatisfied. "Every time I report my life in detail, and I answer every question. You don't tell me anything, even Professor Karkaroff inadvertently revealed that you got a master's degree!"

Although the master didn't quite understand what "master's degree" meant, he understood Heimdall's complaint.

"I thought you didn't like to listen to trivial matters," the master argued.

"Why do you like to listen to my trivial matters, but I can't listen to your trivial matters?" The director's pursed mouth movement was exactly the same as that of a certain little one.

"I didn't say you can't listen." Victor said submissively, "What do you want to hear?"

"I want to hear everything," said the director.

Victor made a few words in his mind and started to rewind the tape.

two,

At this time, Baby Xiaomi finished checking his homework and received praise from his superiors—Rommel finally understood what he was painting at a glance, and he left grandpa's study happily.Just about to go to the room of the two fathers to show off the picture book in their hands, a gray fluffy ball slowly rolled to the side, without stopping, and continued to roll forward.

Xiaomi opened his eyes curiously, and followed with a notebook in his pocket.

The hairball rolled and rolled, came to the kitchen, looked around, jumped to the top of the fireplace, looked at the dried fruits, flowers, medicinal materials and other things hanging on the beam, and pondered the taste of those things.Soon attracted attention by a pot hanging in the fireplace, Mao Tuan jumped off the fireplace and wandered anxiously in front of the fire, not knowing how to eat the delicious food in the pot.

A black shadow enveloped it, Mao Tuan turned around, and looked at the silly Mionier uninterestedly.

Mionir didn't bother it, just stared straight at it, didn't walk away when he was tired, and squatted down to continue.During this period, the hairball jumped up and down thinking of several countermeasures, and several times almost wanted to overturn the pot. Heimdall's gloomy face like a devil made his heart chill, and he quickly dispelled the idea of ​​doing evil.

Mionnier, who was behind it, had already started nibbling on the second piece of chocolate.

The hair ball smelled the sweet and greasy taste, turned around again, did not dismiss a certain child like last time, and stared intently at the deformed chocolate in Mionier's hand, the longing eyes were self-evident .Mionier licked the chocolate syrup dripping on his fingers, and ate the last bit of chocolate in one gulp in front of the hairball.

The hair ball suddenly became a little fried.

Mionier noticed that the chocolate was dripping on the front of his clothes, and he stood up and ran towards the door, shouting, "Xina, it's dirty..."

Mao Tuanzi struggled in front of the fireplace for a long time before following him out.

Hina wiped off the chocolate stain three times, five times, two times, and in a blink of an eye, she saw the hairball lying carelessly aside. She was a little strange, and suddenly remembered the master's order, so she pretended she didn't see anything, and respectfully disappeared.

Mao Tuan saw Mionier enter the room of the two fathers, and cautiously stopped at the door.

When Mionier entered the door, he saw that the portrait hanging on the fireplace was no longer the full-body portrait of the little papa he was familiar with. The person in the painting had blond hair coiled up high, a colorful crown full of gemstones on his head, and a beautiful red skirt. , staring at himself with a smile, it was unbelievably realistic.At this time, Xiaomi still couldn't tell the difference between a photo and a portrait.Mionir thought she looked familiar, but after thinking about it for a long time, there was no result.

He turned to the two fathers in distress, pointed at the person in the painting and asked doubtfully, "Who is she?"

It was only then that Heimdall noticed the picture, and it was a disheveled scene.

The master immediately raised his hands, "It wasn't my idea, I just discovered it too."

Facing his son's curious and innocent eyes, Director Sturlusson silently ached.

"That's your mother." Da Baba said firmly.

Mionier opened his mouth wide, "Mom?"

"Yes." Da Baba nodded without hesitation, deliberately not looking at the troubled little face of the head of the room.

"Isn't my mother Rigg?" Mionier's curiosity is admirable.

"I'm Dad." Heimdall corrected. "Didn't you call me little daddy?"

Mionier was confused, and at the same time panicked, "Isn't I born by Rigg?" The contradiction in the names of mother and baby father was selectively forgotten.

Just as Heimdall was about to refute, he suddenly came to his senses. If he denied this statement, the child would definitely ask who his mother was. He might not be able to understand it, and it made him unhappy in vain.

So, under the hopeful little eyes of his son, little Papa nodded with difficulty, "You were born by me."

Mionier immediately smiled, with an expression of "I knew it was like this", the master and the head of the room were relieved at the same time.

The head of the room critically stared at the photo of the princess posing, it was all the fault of Grandpa Rommel on a whim.

three,

At night, Mionier, who fell asleep in the gentle voice of Dapapa, made a thin snoring sound. Victor closed the book, walked lightly to the door, waved the magic wand in his hand, and all the lights in the room were turned off. .The bat wind chime above the children's bed rotates slowly—it has the basic anti-spell function; the toys on the shelf also fall asleep one by one; the toy soldiers inherited from the childhood father are lined up in a neat line, and they crawl along the shelf to the ground with live ammunition , Start routine patrols every night...

Everything is so orderly, except that the hair ball that sneaked into Mionir's pillow became the unsettling factor in Serene Nocturne. sleep.

Victor wanted to throw it on the ground several times, but he gave up his original intention because of the hairball's eagerness to get close to Mionir.The eldest dad thought for a moment, shook his head, closed the door, and left his son's room.

The hair ball in sleep is happily drooping and kicking its little feet.

When Victor returned to the room, Heimdall was rolling comfortably on the double bed. Seeing her husband entering the door full of worries, she thought something was wrong with her son, so she turned over and sat up immediately, and asked nervously, "What's wrong?" He pretended to go down to have a look, but was stopped by Victor.

"It's all right," Victor said. "I didn't expect you to bring that hair ball back."

Heimdall was surprised, "Did you see the hairball?"

"They all slept on Mionir's bed."

"I obviously stuffed it in the suitcase and sealed it with a spell..."

Victor said without surprise, "Normal spells don't work on black magic creatures."

It's not that Heimdall hadn't thought about it, but he didn't know it was so awesome.

"Is your son okay?" Heimdall asked worriedly.

Victor smiled, "It's okay, I'm still snoring. I heard from Xina that I was excited all night last night, and I got up at dawn this morning."

Heimdall felt a little distressed, "I hope he gets used to this kind of life as soon as possible."

Victor didn't say anything, kissed Heimdall's lips, and walked to the bathroom.When the master came out of the bathroom, only the lights on the bedside tables on both sides of the bed were still on in the bedroom, so he went to the bed and lifted the quilt.

Heimdall forced his eyes not to leave the boring history of magic notes in his hand, and said, "I plan to visit David Gomez's Institute of Dream Alchemy next week, and I received an invitation from the institute yesterday morning. Letter and business card of Researcher Gomez."

"I have correspondence with him." Victor leaned on the pillow, raised his gaze, and landed on the princess photo above the fireplace.

"When?"

"Just recently."

Heimdall thought for a while and asked, "After that day?"

Victor nodded, "The curse of the Jankulovska family has begun."

"Your grandmother told you?"

"No, I went to find the surviving old man in Jankulovska's family." Victor hadn't mentioned any topic related to his grandmother in front of Heimdall before.

"What is the curse?" Heimdall was still dubious about the so-called curse.

"The Jankurowskas don't appear to be the only wizarding families to be cursed."

By now, Heimdall has learned not to be surprised, and this incident is full of twists and turns.

"What on earth were the Jankulowska ancestors cursed for?" Heimdall said. "If we can know the reason, maybe we can find a way to trace it back." Curse is a very special kind of magic. Under the premise that the caster of the curse cannot be found and the curse itself cannot be known, it is probably the only feasible way to understand the ins and outs of the incident and then prescribe the right medicine. way.

"To be honest, I haven't fully grasped the situation yet, but judging from the secretive attitude of the old people in Jankulovska, it is not a very honorable thing." Victor sighed with a headache.

Heimdall asked cautiously, "How dishonorable is it? Killing people for profit? It's not like digging people's graves, is it?"

After carefully observing Victor's expression, Heimdall was speechless, "It's really killing people and getting money..."

Victor rubbed his eyebrows and smiled helplessly.

In other words, the curse is actually deserved, the older generation commits crimes, and the future generations suffer.

Seeing that this discovery made the master very uncomfortable, Heimdall quickly changed the subject, "What inspiration did you get from Researcher Gomez? Did he provide you with good advice?"

"The reason why I contacted him was not to ask him how to remove the curse." Victor said slowly.

"And why?" Heimdall asked.

"The ancestors of the Gomez family, like the ancestors of the Jankulovska family, were originally part of the team."

"team?"

"I suspect that there is a group of them who are cursed at the same time because of something they don't want to mention. These people know each other and have a tacit understanding. If this speculation is true, there must be some kind of connection between them, even if it seems It seems that they are thousands of miles apart and have nothing to do with each other, but in private there is definitely a relationship that you don't want others to know." Victor pondered. "I checked my grandmother's correspondence records. She sends a huge number of Christmas cards to all over the world every year. I have never seen a small number of addresses. I am tracing the details of these addresses."

"You can ask your grandmother," Heimdall reminded.

"She probably doesn't know much more than I do." Victor shook his head.

Mrs. Krum is obviously the kind of lucky woman who is loved by her parents at home and loved by her husband wholeheartedly after marriage. Therefore, she is relatively emotional in her words and actions, has a stubborn personality, and is not easy to compromise. Over time, he becomes self-righteous and stubborn.

"What are your plans now?" Heimdall put down the notebook, turned over and hugged Victor.

Victor kissed his lips, "I communicated with Gomez anonymously, and now I don't want to waste it. If his family is also cursed, he must have inquired about it. I don't know how much he knows."

"Don't create a psychological burden on yourself until the truth comes to light." Heimdall advised.

Victor smiled, "Listen to you, go to bed early, and take Mionier out tomorrow." He reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.

In the dark, the head of the room dishonestly burrowed into the quilt, and the master held his mischievous hand; the head of the room used his mouth to attack the city, and soon took care of the tough little master. Bad laughter came muffled from under the bed.The master's face gradually contorted, until he couldn't bear it anymore, he lifted the quilt vigorously, and executed someone on the spot.

four,

Without waiting for Heimdall to worry about how to make Mionir establish a friendship with the hairball, Mionir has already named the new partner.

"Chocolate," Mionnell announced loudly over the early-morning dinner table.

Big Baba looked at Little Baba meaningfully, Little Baba pretended not to see it, and praised the baby's name for being easy to pronounce and easy to remember.Grandpa Rommel seemed to be concentrating on reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. He thought to himself that the name was also inherited.

Furball leisurely munches creamy chocolate beside his chair, not caring what the family is talking about.This atmosphere lasted until the toffee passed outside the small dining room, and the fur all over the ball was standing on end-this was the anger of the lord of the territory who was provoked.Toffee quickly received the murderous intent from the hairball, glanced calmly, and non-stop moved towards the backyard with Little Bun, who was looking back curiously, and Little Ba, who never cared about these things.Mao Tuan realizes that his territory has been invaded by more than one enemy, and the whole group is not good.

A window in the dining room opened silently, and Olar flapped his wings into the room and landed on the armchair in front of the window.

"Olar, eat!" Mionier held up the spider-shaped nutritional biscuit.

Heimdall picked up his son and asked him to pass the biscuit to Olar's mouth. The seemingly docile Olar did not open his mouth. Seeing this, Heimdall held Mionier's hand. Olar hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth and swallowed. Dropped the cookie.Mionir, who was oblivious to this small detail, happily stroked Olar's head, muttering something in his mouth, and Olar listened patiently to his childish words.

Victor took the letter from Olar and, like Heimdall, placed a light kiss on its head.

In a corner that none of them noticed, the hairball collapsed into a frustrated ball. How many invaders does it need to eliminate...

Fives,

After breakfast, the family moved to the living room.

"Rommel, are you home tonight?" Victor picked up the magazine on the coffee table.

"I don't know, maybe it's there, maybe it's not." Rommel said ambiguously.

"Stop pretending, you must be at home on weekends, because Rieger is back." Victor had already figured out Rommel's schedule, and he would not spend the night with his "girlfriend" on weekends.

Rommel snorted unhappily and asked the question knowingly.

Victor planned not to be as familiar with him this time, "There is something I want to tell you."

Rommel raised an eyebrow.

"About our family."

"The Krum family?"

"Correct."

"I'm not going home tonight," Rommel announced immediately.

"..." The master was silent for a moment, and then said, "This matter is related to Lige, and it is also related to Mionir."

Rommel looked at him, "Unspeakable?"

Victor suddenly became alert, "It's not that kind of unspeakable secret!"

Rommel nodded seemingly regretfully.

Victor said worriedly: "No, don't talk nonsense in front of Rigg."

Rommel thought angrily, he and this "son-in-law" really don't get along.

After half an hour Victor stood up and started upstairs.When he came to the door of Mionir's room, he pushed open the doorway, "Are you alright?" The stinky Xiaomi had to change clothes before going out, but he didn't get off after half an hour.

Behind the door, Heimdall stood in front of the window with his son in his arms, waving the flag and shouting outside the window.

"What are you doing?" Vic strode forward.

"There's a fight," said Heimdall.

What's up?

Victor looked out, and it turned out that there was a fight between the hairball chocolate and the half-blood unicorn.

Mionier yelled "Come on four different images" for a while, and gave Mao Tuan a move for a while, quite without position.

"Why did you fight?" Victor asked.

"The hairball didn't have time to go to the garden yesterday, and it probably followed the toffees in this morning. I thought it was going to attack the toffees, but you saw it too," Heimdall shook his head. "It's very cunning, and it only looks for the weakest attacker."

It's a pity that Mao Tuan was underestimated. The fact that Sixiang has a pair of wings does not mean that it is as docile as Tianma, and Sixiang has not inherited the blood of unicorn pacifism in his bones.The parents of the four unlikes are heterogeneous in their respective groups, otherwise they would not fall in love across borders, and live in isolation after starting a family.It would be strange for a child born after the union of two different species to be bullied to the head and not fight back.

Victor quickly saw that the flamboyant hairball was not actually better, and he couldn't get results for a while.

"Let's go first, the theater waits for no one, don't you watch 'The Adventures of the Gingerbread Man'?" Victor scratched Mionier's face.

Mionnier looked at the brawl below, and at the poster of "The Adventures of the Gingerbread Man" pasted on the closet, feeling embarrassed.

Baby Xiaomi finally chose "The Adventures of the Gingerbread Man". He has been thinking about the gingerbread man's autograph for a long time.