HP's Foreign Land

one,

After exchanging pleasantries with a few colleagues who had a good relationship, Victor sat in the small conference hall of the referee council.He spread out his notepad, prepared his quills and inkwells, and used the short time waiting for the meeting to read the letters he hadn't had time to read in the morning.

He took out a small stack of letters, checked the sender and address on the envelope, and when he saw the name of David Gomez, the head of the Dream Alchemy Institute, he stopped flipping through, put down the other letters, and opened them. opened this one.

David Gomez first politely asked him about his recent situation - some stereotyped greetings, Victor did not disclose his name before, although David Gomez knew who the sender was from the beginning, but by the way Pretending to be ignorant of Victor's words, the master and the head of the room inevitably conjectured that Gomez and his little friends had ulterior motives.

Gomez's first sentence when he turned to the topic was to congratulate him on getting another piece of ancient book fragments. Victor wrote to Gomez the day after he got the mysterious man's memory ball, telling him The good news.Gomez's response was completely within the scope of the master's imagination. He wanted to know what plans Gomez had in the future.

Unexpectedly, Gomez mentioned the magical institutions and Durmstrang's mysterious sage room, and hinted that there was something new to be gained from it.

Victor quickly read the letters, pondered for a moment and put them away.

The persons in charge of the referee council entered the conference hall one after another, and there was an uproar of voices all around. With the support of other directors, Henry Derry entered the conference hall tremblingly. They all stood up straight, and Victor, who was sitting in the back seat, hurriedly got up pretending to wake up from a dream.

Derry on the rostrum waved to everyone, and the referees relaxed and sat back.

Unlike those noble colleagues who respect the old and love the young, the master stood up for a few seconds from beginning to end.

After the meeting officially started, Victor took out his pocket watch, and prayed that this routine meeting would not be delayed for too long, and that the brash chief referee Derry would stop putting on airs, and that he would go to Mumian Ancient Town to pick up his baby, his little papa.

two,

Heimdall, who was about to leave school, took off his school uniform and put on his own robe and cloak to keep out the cold. Every time before leaving school, he habitually went to the student union, and then went to the experimental laboratory after leaving the student union.The hustle and bustle of the new semester has now subsided, and all departments and research offices are on the right track. The number of people complaining to the student union has plummeted, and the officers of the various departments of the student union are finally free to handle their own work.

The news that the substitute school team will replace the school team to go to southern Europe to participate in the traditional tour has spread to every corner of the German school, and the portraits are not willing to be lonely.Coach Palme is ruthless and ruthless. After taking office, more than half of the original school team was replaced.Four of the seven members of the Durmstrang school team are currently in the fifth grade. They were all promoted by Palme from the Wannian bench. It is said that they did not get along very well with the former captain Fang Tana. harmony.

After Fontana left the school team, the vice-captain was promoted to captain.The sixth-grade vice-captain was all about following Fontana, and everyone was surprised that Coach Palme didn't replace him, let alone make him the captain.It is said that the vice-captain has outstanding skills, at least according to the coach.The former comrades-in-arms have left the team one after another. Even if he wants to boss him around, he lacks the realistic conditions. The current captain can't find any other platform to realize his self-worth besides concentrating on training his teammates.

I heard that Fangtana, who was eager to return to the team, had a bad fight with him later. This is the latest gossip provided by Carlo Jones.

Heimdall met Palme in the corridor of the research room. He just came out of the broomstick research room, and when he saw Heimdall, he waved with a smile on his face.

"What a busy man, I need to make an appointment to see you." Heimdall joked.

"I didn't deliberately not go to the meeting that day, it was really delayed by something." Palme said embarrassingly.

"I don't blame you." Heimdall asked him to relax.

Palme smiled unnaturally.

Heimdall felt strange, "Do you feel that the work is not going well?"

"No." Palme couldn't understand what he said.

"Our students give you a headache?"

"Those kids, while self-righteous, are generally not depressing, they just lack clarity."

Heimdall thought of the indomitable Robert Maroney and nodded, "I agree with you."

"Is there something wrong with calling me?" Palme looked behind Heimdall more than once.

Heimdall's first reaction was that he wanted to go to the bathroom, but he was looking in the wrong direction.

"I'm sorry for delaying you." Heimdall stepped back.

"No, you misunderstood, I just..." Realizing his incoherence, Palme sighed feebly.

"What's going on?" Heimdall was puzzled. "Did you run into something tricky? Maybe I can help you, if you don't think I'm too busy."

"Thank you for your kindness, of course I won't dislike it." Palmer paused, and then said with difficulty: "I just want to avoid meeting Captain August as much as possible."

Heimdall said in surprise, "Have you fallen out?"

"No! I don't think so, I don't know what he thinks..."

"in argument?"

"No, in fact, I haven't talked for the past two days."

"No wonder I don't usually see you," Heimdall said after thinking for a while. "But Captain August is as usual. I don't see anything unusual about him. Are you overwhelmed?"

"I haven't spoken since I got out of a bed that day..." Palme muttered.

Heimdall thought he had heard it wrong, so he licked his ears.

"Are you serious?" Heimdall asked.

Palme nodded awkwardly.

"Your progress is really fast, and you have reached the stage of physical communication? Didn't you decide to give up on him?"

"I don't know what's going on, probably the atmosphere was very good that day, we were all single, we had dinner together, and then I suggested going to the Goblin Hotel for a few drinks, and he agreed..."

"Is it all the alcohol's fault?"

"We haven't even had a drink yet!"

"That's what you love and I wish. If that's the case, what else do you have to be awkward about?"

Palme became furious, "This is an adult's world, children don't understand!"

"Children still have things to do. It's okay not to listen to such restricted matters, so as not to pollute the pure hearts of children." Heimdall turned around and left.

"Wait a minute," Palme grabbed him and begged, "Who will advise me when you leave?"

"You can figure it out yourself, and I won't help you make suggestions."

"You are the student council president!"

"You also know that I am the president of the student union?! Coach Palme?"

"Sturluson! Don't abandon me at this time, we are old friends! You can't do that kind of treachery!" Palme firmly grabbed Heimdall's arm.

Does this guy know what "breach of faith" is? !

"Anyway, you're used to hiding, so just pretend you didn't meet me today." Heimdall tried to pull out his arm, but failed. The arm strength of a former professional Quidditch player is not something an otaku can easily shake.

"I see, what do you look like if you let go and grab me?!" Heimdall complained.The students coming and going in the corridor looked at them with indescribably ambiguous and strange eyes. Mr. Chairman must maintain his glorious image of integrity.

Palme let go of his hand in dismay.

Heimdall thought for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Are you the one above or the one below that day?"

"……above."

Heimdall gave him a thumbs up, and then said slyly, "The person is right behind you, you can settle this matter yourself, it's not convenient for children to join in the fun."

Palme turned his head in shock, and Heimdall immediately oiled the soles of his feet.

Palme's snarl, realizing he's been tricked, echoed in the hallway.

three,

An hour later, Heimdall came to the ancient town of Mumian, stopped at the entrance of the Green Mumian Beverage Shop along Zhongxia Avenue, pushed the door in, and said to the enthusiastic owner, "Look for someone", and someone stood up from the corner seat and asked He beckoned.

"Sturluson!"

Heimdall and the shopkeeper nodded and walked over.

"Busy people, we have been waiting for you for more than an hour." Little Lacarini said with a smile.

Heimdall shook hands with him, "Sorry, it was my fault. You have never been the president of the student union, so I don't blame you for not being considerate enough."

Several people present laughed.

A lady stood up, and Lacarini Jr. said happily, "I don't need to introduce you, do you?"

"Of course, Professor Harlan."

The gentle Professor Malena Harlan held the right hand he offered, "Hi, Sturlusson, nice to meet you."

Malena Harlan is a junior Potions professor at the Heideggerk School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and she is a colleague of Lacarini Jr., and they are currently in a passionate relationship.

Heimdall looked at the only stranger present. He was very young, with flaxen curly hair, quiet eyes, and upturned corners of his mouth, giving him a friendly impression of being easy to get along with.

"This is Alessandro Marin, the president of the student council of the Umbria School of Magic." Lacarini Jr. introduced.

"Mr. Marin, it's an honor." Heimdall held out his hand.

Marin held his hand and said in English with a distinct accent: "I finally met you. I have always wanted to see the legendary Heimdall Strulusson with my own eyes."

"I'm sorry for making you read such ugly words, and each letter is so long, I hope today didn't disappoint you." Heimdall smiled.

The two had previously kept in touch with each other about their brother schools and their substitute school teams, and they were able to form a brother school. In addition to Lacarini Jr., the president of Umbria’s student union, Alessandro Marin, also came out. A lot of power, Heimdall is very grateful to him.

"If you are still worried about disappointing people, how can other people live?" Marin's flattery was straightforward, and Heimdall didn't know what to do except laugh.

"On behalf of Durmstrang, I would like to express my sincere thanks for the substitute school team that you mentioned unsolicitedly." Heimdall said sincerely.

Unexpectedly, Marin looked at La Carini Jr. with a funny face, and the latter said seriously: "Look, I said that he must sit down and immediately thank you in a serious manner. Professor Krum is the same."

"That's why he and I are a family. You probably don't understand this kind of 100% spiritual compatibility." Heimdall said seemingly contemptuously.

"See, we have to make persistent efforts to avoid being ridiculed by him!" Little Lacarini nags to Professor Harlan, who was stuffed with a piece of snack by Professor Harlan and fell silent.

"Don't provoke bachelors." Marin complained for being alone.

"That's your problem!" Little Lacarini complained about Marin's eccentricity to Heimdall. "Although this guy is not as handsome as I am, he has had many girlfriends before and after, and they didn't last long. Do you know why?"

Heimdall shook his head.

"For breaking up."

Heimdall continued to shake his head in confusion.

"He has a breakup habit, and he falls in love for the purpose of breaking up."

Heimdall expressed surprise.

"It's too exaggerated!" Marin objected. "I just don't have feelings for them anymore? Is this my fault? Every time I fall in love, I am responsible, and I have never stepped on a few boats!"

"Because you can't get it right, otherwise you would have done that." Raccarini Jr. sneered.

Marin gave him an angry look, "Can you save me some face in front of new friends?"

They chatted a few more gossips. Professor Harlan wanted to see the magical plants planted by the shopkeeper. Little Lacarini thought it was his duty to leave the two friends behind and followed the beautiful woman around.

Heimdall and Marin complained in their hearts about his overly graciousness, and at the same time were amused by the vividness in each other's eyes, and smiled at each other.

"Is it interesting to study in Durmstrang?" Marin picked up the menu that floated to his side and asked Heimdall if he needed it.

Heimdall rejected his offer, "I think it's very interesting. It's been seven years, and I can't express my feelings for it."

"I agree with you, and I do the same with Umbria, no matter what others say about it, I only believe what I see."

The two raised their glasses and clinked.

"Regard new friend!"

"Regard new friend!"

"Italy is a fascinating country," Heimdall said. "I've been to Florence once and it was very impressive."

"Your tour guide must have fooled you into a Muggle. Nowadays, knowledgeable wizards hardly go to Rome, Milan, Venice, or Florence. There are too many Muggles." Marin suggested enthusiastically. "If you go to Italy next time, remember to inform me, I will be the host, and keep it so that you will never forget it."

"It's exciting." Heimdall expressed his gratitude.

After a while, Heimdall said: "I read the newspaper not long ago and heard that there was an incident in Naples where an influential wizard attacked Muggles. Is this true?"

Marin froze for a moment.

"I'm sorry if this question offended you," Heimdall said hastily.

"No, I just didn't expect to be asked this. You have a lot of research on Muggles?"

"I used to live in Muggle London, and sometimes uncontrollably pay attention to Muggle-related things."

"What do the newspapers say here?" Marin asked.

"It's very vague. According to the accounts of the arrested wizards, they didn't have any malicious intentions at first. At most, they just wanted to play a prank."

Marin said: "Oh, it seems that the newspapers in various places are similar. We also have a saying over there that those wizards are not a prank, but a purposeful intrusion."

"for what?"

"Probably for some ancient book, you know, the older the book, the more valuable it is, they are sometimes more expensive than jewels."

Heimdall said confusedly, "Looking for ancient wizarding books in the Muggle library?"

"It's not unusual honey," Marin said. "Many Muggles don't know that the things they have kept for generations can only be used by wizards... Am I right?" Marin suddenly spoke a string of Italian with excitement.

Heimdall looked back in a daze, and saw his man, who had arrived at an unknown time, talking with little Lacarini.

"He hasn't been on the field for a long time. It's great that someone still remembers him." Heimdall turned around and took a sip of his drink with a smile.

Marin stared at Heimdall dumbfounded, then slammed the table.

Heimdall was taken aback, "What's wrong?"

"I remembered, you are Victor Klum's boyfriend!"

"Your news is out of date." Already a husband.

Marin hugged his head angrily, why did he think of it now? !

four,

"In a good mood?" Victor asked.

"Meet a very interesting friend." Heimdall said.

"Alessandro Marin?"

"He's very enthusiastic."

Victor sighed, "Too enthusiastic."

Heimdall laughed, "How does it feel to be adored by raving fans?"

"I thought I had forgotten this feeling." Victor laughed at himself.

"You really don't play anymore?"

"It's not yet time, but sooner or later the players and the referee will have to choose between the two, and I plan to choose the latter."

"It's a pity that your playing career is in its golden period, and you will not be able to fly even if you want to fight in another 10 years."

"Honey," Victor grabbed his back maliciously. "I'm only in my early thirties in another 10 years, so you don't have to be so worried."

Heimdall said pretendingly, "I like to think wildly. I'm sorry if I hurt your self-esteem."

"Then think about me more!" Victor said forcefully.

"By the way, do you still remember Palme?" Heimdall suddenly became interested in gossip.

"In your recent letter, his name was mentioned every five lines on average. The high frequency of occurrence once worried me very much." Victor said bitterly and bitterly.

Heimdall grinned and planted a few kisses on the master's lips.

"Palme once asked me about Captain August and seemed very interested. Later, when I heard that August might be bisexual, he quickly dismissed the idea."

Victor said: "Since you mentioned it deliberately, it means that he did not succeed in dispelling it."

"They seemed to spend the night together."

What Heimdall said was cryptic, but Victor still heard the meaning behind the words.

"I really didn't expect..." The master also thought it was sudden.

"Palme is too good-for-nothing. He is obviously the one above, but he hides from Captain August like a mouse all day long, as if he was the one who was taken advantage of."

Victor hesitated, "He said?"

"say what?"

"He's the one up there."

"Correct."

Victor's expression was a little subtle, "Is the captain okay?"

"I think it's normal, if Palme hadn't said that, I wouldn't have seen the slightest difference."

Victor studied Heimdall's expression, "What are you worried about?"

Heimdall said: "As it stands, Palme cares about feelings, and it is gratifying that he still has a longing for love after Solger's terrible incident; I'm more interested in exercising in bed."

"...do you need me to speak to the captain?"

"Don't do that. No one can interfere in this kind of thing. If Palme needs me, I will give him spiritual help and do my best to enlighten and comfort him. That's all I can do."

Rommel's blue velvet cabin is close at hand.

"Rig! Dad!" Mionier, who was guarding the door, pouted his butt immediately, and climbed down the steps in front of the house one by one with his back to them, which was a bit high for the little one.

Heimdall and Victor quickly ran to the steps, looked at him nervously, but didn't come forward to hold him down until he left the steps and ran to the two fathers proudly, who spread their arms in overjoyed .

"Baby is really capable, you can go down the stairs by yourself!" Heimdall smiled and kissed Mionir's face.

Mionier, who was also grinning, drools all over his face.

The son was quickly picked up by the big daddy, Mionir followed suit, and Victor was licked with saliva all over his face.

In a blink of an eye, Heimdall saw Rommel standing in front of the door. The relief on his face was inexplicable, and it also made people laugh.

Heimdall stepped forward, "Hi, Dad."

Rommel kissed him on the cheek and said, "Thank goodness you're finally back."

"what happened?"

"I've been following Mionir to catch bugs for three days without success. If you don't come back, I'm afraid I'll get out of control and burn down the nearby woods and the lake that made me fall in love for 10 minutes."

Heimdall resisted the urge to laugh, "Catch bugs?"

"The homework assigned by his tutor, the ancestors, how do I know whether those bugs are male or female, I think bugs have no gender."

Victor came up with his son in his arms and sneered, "I feel sad for your professor in the Protection of Magical Creatures class."

"What I learned in Durmstrang was to protect magical creatures, not magical bugs."

"Well... of course bugs have males and females, and they also need to reproduce." Heimdall tried to ease the atmosphere.

Victor raised the corner of his mouth, "Your father must think that apart from humans, other creatures can be updated only by imagination, especially bugs."

Heimdall hurriedly looked away, laughing in front of his father would be like adding fuel to the fire.

It's a pity that this can't change the fact that Rommel's face was as black as the bottom of a pot in an instant.