HP's Foreign Land

one,

Victor stood up after wiping his mouth with a napkin, and stretched out his hand, "Hello, Professor Laurent."

Professor Laurent accepted Victor's hint to change the subject, and held that hand, "Long time no see, Krum."

Heimdall was grateful for her husband's step forward, and in order not to let her husband's efforts go to waste, he tried his best to make himself transparent, but unfortunately things backfired.The professors behind Laurent shook hands with Victor one by one, and one came to the table with a smile on his face.

"Hello, Rigg."

The speaker is Professor Lange's young girlfriend Jeanne, and standing beside her is Andrew Lange himself.

"I thought you only saw your boyfriend, and you forgot about me." Heimdall joked.

"It's more appropriate for me to say that." Jeanna was not to be outdone.

The two smiled at each other.

"Hello, Andrew." Heimdall smiled at Lange.

Lange smiled, "I heard that you got an 8 in the Potions quiz last week."

Heimdall said listlessly: "Don't mention that, it's too disappointing." Immediately, the back of the neck felt a chill, and Professor Laurent, who had eyes and ears, cast a "lovely gaze" on him again.

Heimdall said bitterly, "Can we change the subject?"

Jeanna prevented Lange from continuing to tease Heimdall, she pushed Heimdall, "We haven't seen each other for a long time."

The two moved to the empty seats by the window.

"How are you and Andrew? I think you are developing well." Heimdall said.

Jeanne seized the teapot that floated to the table and poured herself a cup of weak tea.

"Occasionally there are some conflicts, but most of the time Andrew is willing to accommodate me. Generally speaking, it's not bad." Jeanna held the cup.

"your family……"

"My parents already knew."

"Don't they object?" Lange was about the same age as Jeanne's parents.

"My father objected quite a lot. My mother asked me if I planned to marry Andrew? I said I would not consider it for the time being. She seemed to be relieved because she was not going to borrow money for me to file a divorce lawsuit. She exaggeratedly said that it would Spend her savings."

"...Your mother doesn't want you to get married?"

"She wanted me to think carefully. She always complained behind my father's back that she shouldn't have listened to his sweet words and married him hastily. My father thought Andrew was too old and worried that I would be abandoned. He told me that Andrew seduced me. The young me had bad motives at all, and it wasn't until I corrected loudly that I was trying my best to seduce Andrew that he shut up heartbroken."

"Your father loves you very much."

Jeanna made a grimace, "It's the first time I noticed that he was so nagging."

Heimdall smiled.

"Do you still have contact with Todor?" Jeanne asked. (PS: If you don't remember this person, go back to [-]th grade.)

"I haven't been in touch recently, so I don't know what I'm busy with," Heimdall said.

"Todor has fallen in love with broom travel, and plans to develop into the broom travel industry after graduation. By the way, he will visit legendary magical holy places around the world and look for legendary magical animals."

Heimdall said with admiration: "This is hard work. Although the content published in the magazine is lively and interesting, the field inspection process of the writer is very difficult."

"I reminded him, but he was very firm," said Jeanne.

"Good luck to him." Heimdall said sincerely.

"Do you have the contact information of Yael Lavera?" Jeanna said distressedly. "I tried all kinds of methods but couldn't find him. I don't know anything about his recent situation. Is he okay?"

"Very well," Heimdall said cautiously. "I guess people like that don't make their day hard."

"Sturluson." Someone called his name.

Heimdall was silent for a moment, then reluctantly stood up.

"Professor Lacey."

Patrick Lacy looked at Jeanna with a smile on his face, "This is?"

Jeanne stood up quickly.

"She is my friend Jeanne Orville; Jeanne, this is Durmstrang's professor of protection of magical creatures, Patrick Lacy." Heimdall briefly introduced them.

"Hi, Professor Lacey." Jeanna said politely.

Lacey nodded with a smile, "Hello."

Heimdall didn't want Brown, a dangerous person, to get too close with his friends, so he quickly asked, "Why are you here too? Where's Professor Matviyenko? She's willing to let you be alone?"

Cracks appeared in Brown's composure, and he said alertly, "Why mention Professor Matviyenko?"

"Isn't she going to come to the green kapok together? Professor Laurent told me so." Heimdall said nonsense with his eyes open without blushing.

Brown suddenly discovered that this place was not as safe and secure as he had imagined.

Heimdall's attention shifted to the two followers who came with Brown. He was no stranger to the two of them, but it was a bit weird for them to get together.One is the "transfer student" Antonio Blanco; the other is the "old friend" Kane from the experimental laboratory. (PS: It's the smart front room clerk.)

If the situation didn't allow it, Heimdall would have said to Jeanne, look, Jael is here.

"What's the matter with the two classmates?" Heimdall asked.

"We came with the professor." Blanco kept his eyes on, as if he didn't see Jeanne.

Heimdall jokingly said to Brown: "Your favorite student?"

Unexpectedly, Brown did not refute this statement, "They are very interested in the cultivation of magical animals, and they have given extracurricular tutoring in the greenhouse at their request before coming here." In words, he was quite satisfied with the enthusiasm of the two.

Antonio Blanco's performance didn't surprise him. How could he get a tiger if he didn't enter the tiger's den? Why is Kane also interested in magical animals?Heimdall always thought that he spent more time on the research and manufacture of magic products, that is, on alchemy, and had more spirit of research.

"Have a cup of tea?" Heimdall asked.

"Don't drink, you obviously want us to disappear from your sight immediately." Blanco said suddenly.

Jeanne was speechless.

Heimdall secretly praised Yell's participation in the play.

The other two misunderstood Heimdall's reaction, thinking that Blanco's "outspokenness" had embarrassed him in public.

Brown left as if nothing had happened; the moment the two students followed him and left the green wood cotton, and pushed the door out, the expressionless Kane finally couldn't help snickering.

Jeanna stared at Blanco outside the window, and said angrily, "That man is so annoying!"

Heimdall responded vaguely.

two,

After the couple got rid of the crowd, they returned to school and came to the shore of Songhu Lake, the former morning date place.

Victor took a deep breath facing the lake, "I occasionally dream here."

Heimdall sat on the bench, flipping through the newspapers brought back from the ancient town of Kapok, "What's in the dream? Mermaid?"

Victor sat down beside him and blew into his ear, "I dreamed of having sex with you here, but we haven't tried it in reality. Try it today?" He was about to hug Heimdall up.

"You're outside in broad daylight again, you're crazy!" Heimdall slid the newspaper on the ground, laughingly fighting against the evil forces that tried to eat him up.

"There's no one around, don't be shy." Victor continued to mess around, pressing Heimdall against the back of the chair.

"What you said is not the point! Pay attention to your image, Professor Krum!" Heimdall simply wrapped his arms around his shoulders, trying to suppress his continuous misconduct.

Victor bit his lips, "What image do you need?!"

Heimdall jerked his head back, "Are you implying that I'm shameless?"

Victor held the back of his head and pushed forward, "Don't deliberately misinterpret my words at this time." Then he kissed Heimdall's mouth smoothly, and their lips glued together emotionally.

The sound of talking and footsteps approaching startled the two of them, their heads quickly parted, the students looked at each other in embarrassment, then turned around and ran away in a hurry, leaving the room chief and the master staring at each other on the chair.

The master meant to make persistent efforts, but the head of the room resolutely pushed him away and smoothed his clothes.

"My dear, you are too stingy with the winner." Victor complained.

Heimdall touched his little cheek and planted a kiss on it.

"This is what we agreed on at the beginning."

Victor gave him a dissatisfied look, and the latter bent down to pick up the newspaper that had fallen on the floor.

"The newspaper attracts you more than me?" Victor said sullenly.

"You're looking more and more like Mionir," Heimdall hinted.

The master paled in shock, then quickly calmed down, and said nonchalantly, "Son should be like me."

Heimdall showed a helpless expression, successfully amusing the master.

The two snuggled together quietly, and after a while, Victor said, "They wrote to me again."

Heimdall was stunned for a few seconds before he realized, "...David Gomez from the Institute of Dream Alchemy?"

Victor nodded, "He doesn't seem to realize that we have noticed his suspicious motives."

"You mean he still thinks we're ignorant of all this?"

"That's how the content of the letter strikes me."

"What did he write in the letter?"

"The nonsense that conceals the real purpose throughout the article is actually revealing the whereabouts of some of the fragments he guessed."

"Where?"

"A wizarding second-hand goods exchange shop, located on the Pont de Champagne in Belgium."

"If the news is reliable, why did he tell us?"

"I'm guessing he's been there, but found nothing, so pin our hopes on us."

Heimdall thought for a while, "This weekend? Stop by to see the grocery store that Peter and I jointly opened."

"Take your son with you," the master suggested.

"Is there any danger?" Heimdall hesitated.

"David Gomez was only worried about the safety around us until he got the pieces in my hand."

three,

In the early morning two days later, Heimdall called Fangtana down who was sweating profusely on the court, and said straight to the point: "Get ready, the new coach may arrive at the school in a few days."

Fang Ta paused while wiping his sweat: "New coach? Where's Professor Fayman?"

"Professor Fayman believes that he can't devote more energy to improving the performance of the school team, so he resigned as the school team coach yesterday."

"Why don't I know?" Fang Ta said with an ugly face.

"The headmaster approved it," said Heimdall.

Fang Tana had no choice but to swallow his words, "... who is the new coach?"

"He used to be the main force of a professional team, and now he is active in the Quidditch commentary circle, and his writings have been published in major newspapers and magazines."

"What's his name?" Fangtana was moved by Heimdall's words, and had a faint expectation.

"Let him introduce himself when he comes."

four,

Heimdall expects that the new coach of the school team will arrive in Durmstrang as soon as next week. Who knows that he entered the school gate on Friday and opened his arms to the astonished Heimdall energetically.

"Dear friend, we meet again." After speaking, he dropped a kiss on Heimdall's cheek.

Heimdall blinked, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Is this how American wizards greet each other?"

"I'm a passionate person!" Palme emphasized loudly.

That's right, Palme, this is the new coach that Heimdall has hired for the Durmstrang school team. Mr. Chairman believes that the traditional European model is powerless to change the status quo of the school team, so he decided to find another way, from the other side of the ocean. Find new opportunities.I hope that the bold and unrestrained American model can awaken the winning spirit of the school team, it can be regarded as a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"I hope my unfeeling invitation did not cause inconvenience to your life." Heimdall said politely.

"To be honest, I didn't want to agree to it at first, but later you said that you were willing to reimburse the travel expenses between the two places, and Carter suggested that I try it." Palme was very frank.

Fortunately, Heimdall has gotten used to his way of speaking, "Is Carter okay?" (PS: For those who can't remember who Carter is, please consciously turn to the previous chapters.)

"Not bad." Palme smiled. "I've heard what he said. I didn't expect you to get to know each other in that way."

Heimdall would bet that Carter never explained his true motives for being "obsessed with love."

Heimdall decided to test it out, "How about it, have you met a good man and plan to develop it further?"

"No, I don't think I can get along with American Wizards in many things." Palme said indifferently, maybe he had tried before, but the results were not satisfactory.

"Isn't Carter an American?"

"He's my friend, not my boyfriend, so don't talk nonsense." Palme reminded cautiously.

Heimdall observed a moment of silence for Carter.

"Hmm...Rig, can you tell me how is little Gul?" Palme's smile became astringent.

"I don't have to worry about food or clothing, and I have someone to take care of me every day." Heimdall said reservedly.

As far as he knew, Solger would never have the chance to look back on the past in his life. The Great Elder did not take his life. From another perspective, he would live carefree until the end of his life.

Palme nodded, "That's good, that's good..."

Heimdall said nothing.

Palme quickly adjusted his mood and raised a bright smile. "When I left, I told my friends over there that I was looking forward to seeing you again." Then he showed a confused expression, "I don't know Carter Why are you dissatisfied with my statement? Never mind! I'm glad to see your face again!"

"...You wouldn't say the same to Carter, would you?" Heimdall had a bad feeling.

"Is there a problem?" Palme asked puzzled.

With the sharp narrow-mindedness of the American wizard, Heimdall thought that he would receive shouting letters from him every day in the future.

"Since you're here, follow me to the principal, and then I'll show you around the campus." Heimdall suggested.

"Don't rush to visit the school. After meeting the principal, take me to the Quidditch pitch first. I can't wait to meet the German school team you mentioned."

Fives,

The result of the meeting is destined to disappoint Captain Fontana, who is full of expectations. Palme is unknown in the European continent, and perhaps only professional Quidditch commentators have heard of him a little.Palme is indeed famous outside, and this "outside" refers to the North American continent.He has a certain reputation in Canada and the United States, but only in the Quidditch commentary circle, and the average wizard who reads the magazine usually doesn't care who writes the commentary.

The psychological gap caused the mental outlook of the school team to plummet. Heimdalt wanted to complain about whether they could be so realistic...at least superficially!Mr. Chairman is a little ashamed of them.

Fortunately, Palme had made enough mental preparations. He didn't expect to be welcomed by the school team. The deserted scene during the speech did not exceed expectations. He was not a star player in the first place.

At the end of the dry meeting, Palme decided to meet the legendary Captain August who brought the Durmstrang school team to the world at the suggestion of Heimdall.

On the way there, Palme couldn't help but say, "You're very brave."

"Why do you say that."

"With your wrist, you can find a famous player to fill the scene, but you didn't do that."

"Famous players have their own career struggles, and they are in the rising period of their careers. Where can we find the energy to lead our school team out of the predicament? I need a coach who can achieve results, not a personal idol for the school."

"...How do you know I can bring out the results?"

"I don't know, try it, if it doesn't work, change it."

Palme laughed, "It seems that my position is not a small risk."

"You have also seen the situation of the school team," Heimdall didn't hide it. "Now the risk is in your hands, please operate safely."

"I haven't officially started working yet, so don't add pressure to me."

"Speaking of pressure, another coach in Durmstrang has a heavy burden on his shoulders. Maybe you can exchange ideas frequently." After Heimdall finished speaking, he waved his arms and raised his voice, "August Coach, do you have time now?"

August, who was in the air, signaled a pause to the team members, gave a few quick instructions, and flew towards Heimdall on a broom.

six,

The Champagne Bridge on weekends is overcrowded, and there are colorful signs with small light bulbs floating up and down in front of the stepped entrance. It is written in huge letters: Wizards are prohibited from riding brooms on the bridge.Although the signboard is very eye-catching, there are still many wizards who turn a blind eye. They ride brooms and wipe the hair of the wizards on the ground and rush forward. The security guards forcibly dragged him off the bridge.

Mionier was held by Victor in his arms, and he was holding his big daddy's neck. He stared at the cursed and unwilling wizard with wide eyes. When the security guard made the heavy-headed wizard fall to the ground, he blocked the entrance due to the accident. Passers-by who were unable to move forward gave warm applause.Mionier showed a silly smile and clapped along with everyone.

"Mionir, how about this?" Heimdall held a string of balls made of tentacles called biting vines in his hand. This thing is an intellectual toy in the wizarding world. It can be wound faster than a wizard can untie it manually. quick.

Mionir looked at the knot that was knotting itself in bewilderment, and Victor shook his head with a smile.

"Are you buying toys for your son, or for yourself?"

Heimdall looked at the knot in his hand, he couldn't make up his mind, but when he heard Victor's teasing, he turned around and said confidently: "I'll play with it first, and I'll give it to Mionier when he grows up."

The protagonist in the topic, Mionier, was attracted by the jewel crabs in the water tank. They were lying on the bottom of the transparent water tank, and the crab shells on their bodies were colorful and shiny.Mionir looked at it, shed tears...

"Where is your store?" Victor looked around.

"B bar eighteen, a very auspicious number."

The three of them walked slowly on the bridge rubbing against each other.

Victor said suddenly, "I see it."

"What?" Heimdall asked.

"The second-hand goods exchange store mentioned in David Gomez's letter," Victor pointed to the left front, "there are cloaks and bamboo baskets hanging on the sign-Kaiser thrift store."

"I saw it. If that's the case, let's go to that store first?" Heimdall took another look. "It seems that there is not much traffic, and the store may not be crowded."

The two fathers quickened their pace and walked over with Baby Xiaomi in their arms.

The owner, Kaiser, sat on the wooden chair by the door and smoked a pipe. Perhaps he was used to the deserted rhythm, but he just watched passers-by waving to him through the glass of the door; Kaiser smiled at the boy in the man's arms , and raised her hand and shook it, until the other party knocked on the glass door, she hurriedly jumped up.

David Gomez's letter stating that the owner is an elderly male wizard seems to be at odds with the truth.The owner of the pipe-smoking shop was obviously a witch in her fifties, with dark red hair neatly coiled behind her head, and a friendly smile on her face.

"Welcome!" Kaiser graciously opened the store door.

"Hello." Heimdall greeted with a smile.

Mionir imitated the example and said to Kaiser solemnly: "Hello."

Kaiser held Mionir's little hand, and said with a smile, "You are too, sir."

Mionier nodded, "I'm fine."

Keizer laughed.

"Is there anything I need help with?" Kaiser showed a businessman's expression.

"To tell you the truth, we came here just for the name." Victor's smile was very friendly.

Kaiser narrowed his eyes, and always felt that the man holding the child looked familiar...but he couldn't remember it for a while.She patted her forehead in chagrin, disappointed that her memory was no longer active.

Victor's words lifted Kaiser's spirits, and he said affirmatively: "My second-hand goods store has had a good reputation since it opened."

Heimdall quickly looked around, but didn't see anything related to what they were looking for, so he asked, "We are collecting handwritten books. I heard that you have a lot of ancient books here."

Kaiser showed a regretful expression, "Our family has not been in the business of ancient books for many years."

"No more?" Heimdall's disappointment was obvious.

Keizer shook his head, "Before my father died, he asked to stop the business of exchanging ancient books. Until the last batch of ancient books were cleared, I have confiscated manuscripts for nearly 20 years."

"Shards are fine too." Heimdall made no secret of his desire.

"Oh, lovers of ancient book fragments." Kaiser's eyes were full of memories.

"Do you still have fragments of ancient books in your store?" Heimdall asked.

"There used to be, and it was replaced long ago." Keizer said.

"Those are some fragments of ancient books, do you still have any impression?" Victor asked.

"Not a lot, I guess there are only a few pages when I put it together, I was a little girl at that time, and I was not interested in studying those pieces of paper of different sizes," Kaiser said, waving his magic wand, summoning glasses and Put it on, then pull out a booklet to look it up. "I remember the piece being bought by a lady who didn't speak much French, a very fashionable old lady, and that was decades ago."

Heimdall and Victor looked at each other. Could this be the reason why David Gomez failed to check in?

"Can you provide the name of the exchange person? Although it is not realistic, we still want to ask the other party if he is willing to make a move." Heimdall said helplessly.

Keizer thought it was no big deal, and picked up the brochure seriously.

"Oh, I found it!" After 10 minutes, she pointed to the booklet and said. "Those pieces were replaced by Mrs. Hepzibah Smith, which happened in 1950."