HP's Foreign Land

one,

Mionnier sat on Dapapa's lap, playing with the little dragonfly that Heimdall made for him. He carefully stroked the long and thin wings on the dragonfly's back, impatiently wanting to make it fly.Mionnier struggled to slide off Victor's legs, and was hugged by Heimdall.

"Son, don't you want your father anymore? You can play dragonflies anytime, and you can make as much as you want."

Mionier was tickled and laughed non-stop, giggling and rolling in his arms.

"Don't get him too excited, be careful he won't be able to sleep at night." Rommel said disapprovingly.

Dad, it's afternoon...but the room chief didn't dare to refute.

Heimdall stopped and let Mionnier play by himself.

Victor smiled and stuck to his side, whispering: "Don't be depressed my dear, I'll play with you."

Heimdall seemed to disagree, "What are you playing?"

"That's a lot, those who wear clothes, those who don't, it's up to you."

Heimdall touched the master's little face with a funny face.

Rommel waited graciously for their flirting to stop, then said: "I have invited a few guests to join us for dinner."

"Who is there?" Heimdall asked.

"You guys know each other." Rommel said calmly.

Heimdall looks at Victor, who shrugs.

"Alright then," Heimdall stroked Mionir's hair. "Honey, what's next?"

"Check his homework, and then help him preview the content of the next class." Rommel said impatiently, as if happy that someone finally took over.

Mionir immediately climbed off the sofa, stretched out his stomach, and announced with a high air, "Mionir is going to do his homework!"

The couple laughed.

"Give grandpa two days off, and little daddy will accompany you, what do you think?" Heimdall discussed with him.

Mionier thought for a moment with a serious face, then nodded.

"Thank you baby for giving the little daddy the chance to show off." Heimdall left the living room under Mionier's leadership.

Until they could no longer see them, Rommel and Victor looked away.

Rommel pressed the tobacco in the smoking pot, "Since we both lack the interest to talk about each other when we face each other, try to tell me about your adventures a few days ago."

"You know?" Victor put the teacup back on the saucer.

"Rig didn't hide anything when he wrote to me," Rommel said.

Victor smiled briefly, "I thought he wouldn't tell you."

"Thanks to the ancestor, he always remembered whose son he was, surnamed Stulusson, and no longer thought that hiding everything was the best filial piety to his father. Perhaps it can be said that marriage makes people grow."

"To be honest, I wish he would change his surname, wish he would be childish forever, wish he could only pretend to be me from the day he got married, and never see other people in his eyes."

This is not the first time Rommel has seen his "frankness", "Actually, I wanted to ask a long time ago... Do you like reading third-rate novels or third-rate dramas?! Noisy and crowded performance venues, three performances a day, one It's filled with excited women, chirping and arguing about which male character is more attractive."

Sounds like a signing for the venerable Gilderoy Lockhart.

Victor rolled his eyes, "I like listening to music."

"Third-rate operas are even more terrifying." Rommel can understand it well.

Victor sighed and murmured, "If it wasn't for Rigg, I really don't want to have anything to do with you."

Rommel took a breath and smirked, "Believe me dear, there is no one who agrees with this more than me."

Dodoma came to Rommel to inform them that the guests had arrived.

two,

It is said that there may have been two groups of guests, with Andrew Lange and his girlfriend Jeanne arriving first.

"Papa just refused to reveal the name of the guest." Heimdall shook hands with Lange, and then kissed Jeanne on the cheek.

"What do you think now?" Lange smiled.

"It was a pleasant surprise, so I decided not to blame Dad."

Rommel held the right hand that Lange handed over: "Your arrival has saved the precarious relationship between father and son."

Everyone smiled and walked into the living room.

Victor hugged Mionier who was leaning against the door, and Mionier looked straight at Lange with his big bright eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Sturluson Jr." Lange held out his hand.

Mionier's small hand grabbed his small half of the palm and shook it, "It's nice to see you, Professor Lange."

Xiaowa made the adults laugh with her stern look, pretending to be an old city, and Jeanna kissed Mionier's chubby face several times.

Under Rommel's hospitality, they sat around the fireplace.

Jeanne hugged Mionier and whispered.

After everyone had some gossip, Lange asked Victor, "Are you still planning to participate in the World Cup next year?"

Lange still retained his part-time job in the Vulcan team in addition to being the Potions professor in Heideggerak.

Heimdall was stunned for a moment, and patted his forehead. By the way, next year will be the time for the next Quidditch World Cup, and he didn't expect it at all.

"It's not up to me," Victor said.

"The coach hopes that you can come back to practice. Although he is not the coach of the Bulgarian national team, he does not want you to give up your career as a professional athlete prematurely." Lange said.

"Why didn't he tell me directly?" Victor was a little surprised.

"How long has it been since you two met?"

Victor paused for a moment, "To be honest, I don't remember."

Lange picked a light cigar from the cigarette case Rommel handed him and was in no hurry to light it.

"The coach of the Vulcan team is worried that sending you back to training may delay your career as a referee."

"Did he say so?"

"No," Lange said. "I guessed, in fact, his mind is easy to guess."

Victor smiled, "The coach is a good man, although he doesn't want others to know that."

"Very strict in training, but soft-hearted."

"Yes."

Lange asked again, "How are you thinking?"

"Actually, you really want me to go back to training."

Lange pretended to be relieved: "I'm glad you saw that."

Victor smiled, "Please tell the coach, I will try not to disappoint him, as long as Quidditch still needs me."

Rommel invited Lange to visit the wine cellar to see his newly purchased bottles of wine. According to Grandpa Long, they were not expensive and high-end products, they were all from family workshops, and they were worth the money.Victor was also invited, but the master did not take Joe and accepted it with pleasure.

Heimdall, Jeanne, and Mionier stayed in the living room.

"Is your father looking after Mionnier when you and Krum are away?" Jeanne asked.

"Father usually has to go to work, but in fact, Hina and Dodoma mainly accompany him." Heimdall looked at his son with some guilt.

Mionier accidentally ate a chili-flavored candy, and he wrinkled his face and stuck out his tongue, looking very funny.

His special baby bottle was brought to him by Xina, Xiaowa hugged the bottle in a hurry, sucking the milk in the bottle contentedly.

"He's so cute." Jeanna's eyes were so tender.

"You can have one yourself," Heimdall joked. "I don't think I'll survive... Did I say something wrong?"

Jeanna's expression could not be called joy.

"I probably won't have children," Jeanne whispered.

"...You don't want to have children?"

"Andrew had a daughter before, you know?"

"I know, but it's not very clear. The death of the girl seems to be the most critical factor in the breakdown of their relationship. I heard that Andrew and his ex-wife have a bad relationship."

"He loves his daughter very much. I've seen photos of Andrew smiling very contentedly." Jeanne sighed.

"If you really want to be in love with Andrew for the rest of your life, maybe you should consider having a child for him to make up for his past pain. It can be seen that he likes children very much."

Professor Langer is very kind to Mionnier, and he is also very patient when getting along with children. He is not a person who is used to sweet talk, but he is a caring and comfortable man of action.

"But Andrew didn't want to." Jeanna felt a little sad when she said this.

"He told you explicitly?"

"No, but every time I try to shift the topic to the child, he always avoids it," Jeanna wiped tears anxiously. "Is it because our time together is too short and he doesn't like me enough, so he doesn't want me to give birth to him?"

Heimdall took out a handkerchief, "I don't think Andrew is that kind of irresponsible person, don't think about it, you are not married yet, it's really early to talk about children."

"I want to get married. The reason why I keep saying that I don't think about it is because Andrew doesn't seem to want to, but I think, I really want to marry him from the beginning..." Jeanne grabbed Heimdall's handkerchief and blew her nose vigorously . "Don't look at me as if I am free and easy and casual, but I am actually very traditional. I hope to start a family with the man I love, have children for him, and be a good wife... My casualness is acting, and Andrew needs When I am acting, I am afraid that if I push him too hard, he will leave me..."

"Oh, Jeanne..." Heimdall put his arms around her shoulders and patted her back. "Maybe you should have a frank talk with Andrew. You will go crazy sooner or later if you think so out of thin air. Maybe things are not as bad as you imagined."

Jeanna accepted Heimdall's advice and choked up, "What if that's what he thinks, what if he finds me annoying and wants to break up with me?"

"If Andrew Lange was that kind of person, I would persuade you to leave him without you telling me." Heimdall said firmly.

"I don't believe it. You are friends. You men are all the same. What you say is always more sincere than what you think in your heart."

Heimdall laughed, "Jeanna, don't be too horny, if the man is really like what you said, don't doubt it, you and I must belong to the same country."

Jeanna laughed through her tears, "Yes, our situation is the same."

"Don't draw conclusions so early, Victor and I are fine, and you and Lange will be fine too. Wipe away your tears, Mionir has been watching you for a long time."

Baby Xiaomi gnawed on the gummy candy and the hala came out, his mouth was full of glistening saliva, and his eyes looked at Rangna curiously and puzzled.

Jeanne hastily wiped her eyes.

Heimdall hesitated, but decided not to remind her that she had just blown her nose with the same handkerchief.

three,

The second group of guests arrived around five o'clock. To Heimdall's surprise, Rommel had invited the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, his young wife Veronica Krum, and the minister's daughter.The minister's daughter is about ten years old this year, if Heimdall remembers correctly.

"Do you remember me?" Minister Qianjin said with a smile.

"The scene of the last Quidditch World Cup." (PS: Chapter 352)

"Last time I didn't seem to introduce myself, my name is Mailinda."

The two shook hands.

"Rig, long time no see." Neil hugged Heimdall intimately, and kissed him on the left and right cheeks.

Heimdall smiled and said, "You look pretty good, Mrs. Minister."

Neil stroked his hair as before, turned around and hugged Mionier with an exaggerated expression, chatting with Xiaowa non-stop.

After a while, everyone sat down in the living room.

"This is your son?" Mailinda asked curiously.

"Yes, his name is Mionir," Heimdall said, holding Mionir's hand. "Come on, baby, call me sister."

"Sister." Mionier said obediently.

Mailinda took out a very delicately packaged gift box, "This is from my sister."

In fact, Mr. Minister of Magic has already prepared the meeting ceremony, and the minister's daughter actually prepared one for herself.

Heimdall instinctively wanted to refuse, but Mailinda's eager expression made him give up the words that came to his mouth.Mionnier looked at the bright and childlike gift box eagerly, until Heimdall nodded to him, and he took it with a smile on his face, and said "Thank you sister." Everyone laughed.

"What a clever ghost." Niall gently pinched his face.

Heimdall asked Mailinda if she was in school?

"Next year," Mailinda replied. "Dad is still undecided. I want to go to a public magic school. He thinks the teaching quality of tutors is better."

"I'll make your dad change his mind," Neal said. "Keeping you in the house will keep you safe? Keeping you out of the house won't stop young men from approaching."

Mailinda chuckled, "The purpose of my reading is not to attract young men to step on the threshold of the family."

"But that's what your father thinks." Neil disagreed.

"I heard everything." Mr. Minister said in a neutral tone.

Neil and Mailinda stick their tongues out at each other, and Heimdall is happy to see them getting along.

Langer suddenly said: "How can a father not worry about his children? Although those things may be a bit of a fuss, it cannot deny the parents' hearts."

"I know..." Mailinda murmured with her head lowered.

Heimdall and Jeanne glanced at each other quickly.

The other three men didn't quite understand what was going on in the sudden silence. The Bulgarian Minister of Magic tried to break the silence and said to Victor, "Mr. Krum, I hope..."

"Mr. Minister, I can assure you that I will first conduct a period of special physical training, and then strive to pass the assessment of the Bulgarian national selection team and represent Bulgaria in the qualifiers."

Heimdall asked, "Isn't the champion exempt from pre-selection?"

"The International Quidditch League has changed the rules. Starting from the next World Cup, the champion will also participate in the qualifiers." Mr. Minister said.

"Congratulations, you're about to get busy." Heimdall grinned at Victor.

Victor raised an eyebrow, "Ten years from now, I will be too old to fly, hurry up and win a few more championships, so as not to be ridiculed and not enterprising." Heimdall gritted his teeth, really holding grudges!

four,

"Rig, I haven't finished the homework assigned by the teacher, and I can't sleep." Mionier expressed his concern.

"It's okay baby, we will definitely catch the big bug tomorrow." Heimdall tucked the quilt for him. "Da Papa's eyes are very good, we can't catch him."

Mionir seemed to trust Dapapa very much, settled down, closed his eyes and fell asleep in Australia after a while.

Heimdall left the children's room with a smile and went back to the bedroom.

Victor, who was sitting at the desk, turned his head and reached out to him. Heimdall walked over and hugged his shoulder.

"Is the son asleep?" Victor asked.

"Well, Mr. Krum, I solemnly remind you that you must accompany us to catch bugs tomorrow, and you must catch them."

Victor laughed, "I'll try my best."

Heimdall bent down and kissed him on the lips, then turned and walked towards the closet.

Victor turned back and flipped through a few pages of the book, and after a while he turned back and said, "I received a reply from David Gomez."

"What did the Great God stick say?"

"He suggested that the remaining fragments of the ancient tome were likely to be related to Durmstrang's sage chambers and magical institutions."

Heimdalton paused for a moment, then walked to the bedside table, picked up a letter on it, and the words "magic institution" and so on were impressively written on the envelope.

Heimdall held up the envelope and said, "If I'm no longer sure about David Gomez's ulterior motives, I'll give myself a big shit!"

Fives,

The letter from the magic organization seems very sincere. First, I apologize to the wizards because their renovation took longer than originally planned; What's the difference; that last part is an ad for the junior group Heimdall belongs to.

Because of the short participation time and the small number of tests, Director Strulusson was designated as the junior group by the magic organization.Among the three categories of high, middle, and elementary, the advanced group has the least number of people, followed by the intermediate group, and the junior group has the largest number of people. Heimdall is in the last column of auditions.

"Ah!" Mionir screamed from ahead.

Heimdall immediately dropped the letter and ran over, asking anxiously, "What's wrong, baby?"

Victor, who was patting Mionier's back, smiled and shook his head. The little baby was crying in his arms, and Sixiang was shaking his wings, chewing something slowly.

"What happened?" Heimdall asked softly.

"We caught a big bug and it was eaten by four elephants," Victor said.

The cries that had gradually subsided rose suddenly, deafening again.

"My worm..." Mionir wailed.

This baby has been scrambling in the grass for nearly a week for the homework assigned by the teacher. Today, he finally caught the big bug he wanted, but was swallowed by his friend.Sure enough, he is not afraid of opponents like gods, but teammates like pigs.

"It's okay, it's okay, if we catch it again, there must be bigger ones." Heimdall hurriedly took the four images away.

Sixiang stayed where he was wronged, no matter what good things he said, it just didn't move.

Heimdall smiled wryly. For the first time, he knew that Pegasus likes to eat worms... Or do unicorns actually need protein supplements occasionally?