HP's Foreign Land

one,

The door of the lounge was pushed open, and Jeanne walked in lightly, and sat down beside Heimdall.

The couple smiled at her.

Jeanna glanced at the sleeping child first, and said in a low voice, "I came with Andrew. He is afraid that there will be too many people disturbing the child. Let me take a look."

"Thank you, but the matter has passed, and Mionir is not so delicate." Heimdall said.

"How's the preparation going outside?" Victor asked.

"It hasn't started yet. The order of the parade needs to be decided by lottery. The candidates go out first to make a collective appearance to drive popularity." Jeanna paused. "I heard that the matter has been resolved before I came. I mean the brothers and sisters who are not very friendly."

"Are they brother and sister?" Heimdall asked.

"I heard that's the case. Andrew also went to join in the fun."

"Then the siblings don't have a formal invitation letter?" Victor said suddenly.

Jeanna made a strange face, "It seems that they sneaked in. If they make a big fuss and extort money from you, they must first solve their own mess. If anyone reports, the organizing committee is likely to hold them accountable first." come'."

The French Ministry of Magic has always advocated a "lenient" attitude towards doing things. You want to hold others accountable?That's fine, but that doesn't prevent me from pursuing you at the same time.In fact, many wizarding countries in Europe like to come this way.

Heimdall felt that it was necessary for him to complain to his superiors: "The management of the organizing committee is loose, and it seems easy to sneak in."

"Maurice Beru has already gone to give advice." Jeanna said again, "I heard that you are willing to pay for the medical expenses?"

"Have you met Luc?" Heimdall asked.

"Junker, the hunting expert, is not a household name in France, but my parents used this name to frighten me when I was naughty."

The husband and wife looked at each other and smiled.

Victor asked amusedly, "Have you been frightened too?"

"Well, my dad didn't know where to get a picture of a ghost in a wizard's robe, and I firmly believed that it was the legendary Junker who caught disobedient children until I was 14 years old." Seeing them holding back Smiling, he couldn't help being embarrassed, and quickly changed the subject, "Are you really planning to pay for the medical expenses?"

In Jeanne's view, willingness to pay means peace of mind.

"Yes, but before that, I will complain to the organizing committee because of loopholes in their management, which frightened our son." Heimdall looked businesslike.

Jeanne was relieved.

Mionier in Heimdall's arms opened his eyes, but Jeanna didn't approach right away, and asked with a smile, "Are you awake?"

Mionier was still a little ignorant, stared at Jeanna for a while, then nodded.

Victor took out a handkerchief, wet it with magic, and wiped the child's face.

"Are you hungry?" Victor asked.

Mionier shook his head, the hair ball in his pocket squeezed out, and rolled into his arms spontaneously to be cute, Mionier held the hair ball and kissed a few times affectionately.

Victor took Mionier and let him sit on his lap. Heimdall took out the lollipop he carried with him and handed it to Mionier. The child licked the candy obediently.Victor smoothed the child's slightly tousled hair.

Jeanna silently watched the interaction of the family of three, and was especially envious of the tacit understanding between them.

"I've heard all about it," Victor said suddenly to Jeanne. "Congratulations."

Jeanna was taken aback for a moment, a shy and mysterious smile appeared on her face.

"What's the matter?" Heimdall asked curiously.

Jeanna couldn't restrain the corners of her mouth from rising, and said softly, "Andrew and I plan to get engaged."

"Really? When?" Heimdall asked in surprise.

"Next July."

"You'll graduate by then."

It seems that they have talked openly and honestly. Andrew Lange's decision is to start a family with Miss Jeanne Orville. Heimdall is really happy for them.

Jeanna nodded, "Andrew took me to see his mother. His mother is very easy-going. I don't know if she likes me. She repeatedly emphasized that Andrew is a good man. I think his mother is worrying too much. Of course I know that Andrew is a good person." ; Then we went to the cemetery, visited Andrew's father and daughter, and told them the good news." Speaking of this, she curled her lips, "I met his ex-wife the next day."

"Why did you see your ex-wife?" the head of the room gossiped.

"Because of property distribution issues, his ex-wife filed for divorce after Andrew was in prison. At that time, he could not contact the outside world, and he could not even hire a lawyer. I heard that the lawsuit was fought very quickly. The situation was almost one-sided, including property. The pair Andrew is quite unfair. Andrew and I confess that he didn't pursue this issue after he got out of prison just because he was not in a hurry, and now the situation is different, if we are going to start a family, he can't sign the marriage paper empty-handed."

Heimdall jokingly said: "At this time, you should tell him with tears in your eyes that you don't care about things outside your body. The sensitivity of a man who is in love will often drop to a negative number."

Jeanna rolled her eyes at him, "I don't care that Andrew doesn't have money, but the part that belongs to him should be recovered. I support his decision. Even if it's all used to buy raw materials for potion making, it can't be cheap for that vain woman." !"

It seems that the process of pursuing the negotiation was not so smooth, otherwise Rang Na would not react so much.

The head of the room quickly turned his head and said to the master: "Tell Rangna the address of your medicine store, we are so familiar, we must take care of the business!"

Jean Na numbly accepted the business card handed over by the master who couldn't help laughing.

Heimdall said enthusiastically, "Don't forget to send us an invitation card when you get engaged."

"I will not forget," said Jeanne, very regal. "No matter what, I have to hit you hard. Remember to wrap up a good gift for us. If you only want to save money, I will despise you."

two,

Duncan was unlucky, and drew a "2" in the lottery. The silvery Arabic numerals have a subtle feeling similar to the silver medal. After Duncan drew it, it was particularly unpleasant to the eye.Everyone agrees that the later the better, there are a total of 12 candidates, and the earlier the audience, the weaker the impression - for this final canvassing, all the candidates have [-] skills in battle, there is no most impressive, only more impressive .

"Who was the first to parade?" Victor asked.

The parade here is to walk through the entire Wizard Street from beginning to end. The means of transportation used during the parade are determined by the candidates themselves. Walking and riding horses are optional. Apparition is not a violation, as long as you can ensure that the audience on both sides of the street can see it. you.

Duncan smiled gloatingly, "Pascal Kretch."

The head of the room immediately decided to find a favorable terrain to squat, and he would boo Krech as soon as he came out.

"It's a good start. Maurice Bellou was evaluated as the 'most photogenic Mr. Magic' by the French wizarding media in the year he was elected, and his popularity has remained high to this day." Victor looked at the problem as objectively as possible.

So Morris's self-proclaimed "out of date" is actually modest.

"Are you implying that I'm lucky that I was born later than Maurice Beru?" Duncan raised his eyebrows.

Victor said solemnly: "You reminded me. You should thank Bernick and I for stopping your whim at school. One year you confidently declared that you were going to run for Mr. Magic. How old were you at that time? Are you over 15? Mr. Magic must be a French male wizard who is over 17 years old to be eligible to sign up. I remember you were going to lie about your age at the time."

The embarrassing things about the Year of the Monkey were revealed by the master, and Mr. Orville always lost face.

The wizards present couldn't help snickering, and Jeanne was the most unscrupulous one, laughing while hugging Lange.

Under the arrangement of the staff, the group shifted positions and arrived at the end of the parade ahead of schedule.What surprised Heimdall was that he ran into Carlo and his today's female partner—Susan Frey, the female captain of the Heideggerach school team.

Carlo was calm, while Susan was a little restrained.

Heimdall guessed that Susan learned from Pepper that he had seen her purpose.

No one was a stranger, but Carlo introduced Susan to everyone more formally, using the word "friend".Even so, it failed to stop everyone's ambiguous gaze.Fortunately, Duncan was called away by the staff, and Victor followed him, and the pressure of being teased was relieved, otherwise Carlo would probably run away.

Jeanne and Susan seemed to have a good relationship, and quickly started communication activities between women. After a sigh of relief, Carlo came to Heimdall's side and had a non-nutritive conversation with Mionnier.

Sensing Heimdall's scrutinizing gaze, Carlo explained helplessly, "I really have nothing to do with Susan."

They're all called by name...

Heimdall said, "Did I speak?"

Carlo was silent, "Which game will Duncan play first?"

Heimdall couldn't believe he didn't know, but he followed his lame new topic with the answer.

There were screams from the other side of the street, and Pascal Craig was off.

Everyone's attention was drawn, Carlo made an exaggerated expression of relief to Susan, Susan pursed her lips and smiled, Jeanna was puzzled by her abrupt and delicate behavior, this girl is obviously a bold and unrestrained girl.

The slogan Pascal Kreche put forward during his campaign was to urge and cooperate with the French Ministry of Magic to focus more on unemployed Muggle-born wizards and the disadvantaged groups in the wizarding world like Squibs. To be honest, this proposal is very It is easy to catch the eyeballs. At the same time, because of its sensitivity, once it is not handled properly, it will arouse the resentment and protest of the pure-bloods.In any case, offending people is a must.

Craig cleverly caught Maurice Beru. When Beru was in office, he had urged the Ministry of Magic to devote its energy to the employment of Squibs. If you follow the example of your predecessor, you will be able to sit on the Diaoyutai.

If you take the "No. 11 bus", it will take about 10 minutes for the entire Wizard Street to go from the beginning to the end. The organizing committee will give each candidate 20 minutes. ask questions.

The enthusiasm of the onlookers was very high. Most of the questions raised by the participants were far from serious slogans. They were all asking about the "friendship status" of the two beautiful men, and even a bold wizard recommended himself. The pieces of paper were made into paper airplanes, and they used magic to fly to the open-topped sky-drawn carriage that the two were riding in. Halfway through the carriage, the paper airplane was covered with a layer of paper airplanes under their feet.

"Craig is a strong enemy." Carlo said with a deep face.

The director said: "If Victor dares to pick up paper airplanes, I will blow up their wheels!"

Carlo glanced at him, "How can you be sure that someone will throw a paper plane at Krum? How can you be sure that they will be in a carriage?"

Facts have proved that Heimdall guessed the beginning, but missed the result.

It is said that other candidates all used loud and flamboyant cars, Duncan decided to find another way, so he and Victor walked out in a humble and shabby way.

Before the contestants set off, the organizing committee would inform the audience of the names of the contestants and supporters. Victor's name caused a lot of screaming, and Duncan gave him a feigned jealousy.

Walking is definitely closer to the masses than taking transportation. Enthusiastic men and women rushed forward, stuffed the prepared paper airplanes into their hands, and even pouted their mouths to try to touch their faces. What is magic? Mr. is campaigning for votes, which is obviously the scene of a blind date show.The two couldn't move an inch for a while.

Duncan realized tearfully that Morris had insisted on using transportation for Mao.

"Father!" Mionnier thought that Papa was being attacked, and was so anxious that he struggled in Heimdall's arms, and he was going to rescue Papa.

"Daddy's fine, baby, those uncles and aunts are playing with him." The head of the room comforted the child. When he saw a woman trying to touch her husband's face, his face changed, and he almost said to Mionier: Put the hairball!

Therefore, the second group walked very slowly. If it was not for the reminder of the organizing committee and the forced evacuation of the security guards, they would not be able to reach the finish line in 20 minutes.

Victor is not bad, except that his clothes are a bit messy, and he has basically kept Heimdall's territorial sovereignty.Duncan was in a bit of a panic, his face was full of lipstick marks, and he never refused to come, but Mr. Orville was a principled person, and he would never ignore principles for the sake of canvassing votes, that is, he firmly refused the gentlemen's requests for affection.

Victor transferred the invitation requests full of pockets to Duncan, and then walked towards his lover and children without incident, leaving Duncan staring blankly.

"You just abandoned me?!" Duncan yelled.

"I've fulfilled my promise." Victor waved his hand. Today's betrayal is really 100% stabbing a knife for a friend. He thinks that he has done his best.

Duncan waved his hands angrily, hesitated, and stuffed Victor's paper airplane into his pocket. In a blink of an eye, he found that Jeanne winked at his actions. Duncan straightened his clothes as if nothing had happened, touched his hair, wiped off the lipstick marks, and went straight leave.

Although Mionier seemed to be fine and able to communicate normally with strangers, the couple still had a lot of worries and hoped to return home. They quickly said goodbye to their friends and hurried on their way back.

three,

Rommel was a little surprised to see them back, he thought they would play at least until after dinner.

The family of three had dinner, Heimdall and his son went upstairs to take a bath, and Victor went into Rommel's study.

Half an hour later, Heimdall knocked on the door of the study and brought Mionir into the room.

Rommel saw Mionnier in the snowman one-piece baby suit looking at him eagerly, so he smiled softly, "What's wrong?"

Mionier walked quickly and hugged his thigh.

Rommel was a little puzzled by his sudden coquettish behavior, and bent down to pick up the child.

Mionnier whispered against Rommel's chest, "Grandpa..."

Rommel quickly combined Victor's previous description and guessed why the baby made such a move.Thinking of what the child had gone through, Rommel couldn't bear to let him stop yelling at himself.

Rommel asked kindly, "Is Mionier full?"

"full."

"Do you want some juice?"

"want."

"Father!" Heimdall said disapprovingly, it was too late, what if the bedwetting became swollen at night.

Rommel had a look of "doting on his grandson who is better than me", "Don't worry about it."

Dodoma brought the juice and put it in Mionir's feeding bottle, and Mionir happily sucked it.

Victor and Heimdall looked at each other amusedly, which one is this?

Rommel continued to look at his grandson kindly, "Would Mionnier sleep with grandpa tonight?"

The husband and wife knew his plan right away, so why not give the child another bottle, you are going to make a fuss tonight...

Mionier, who was sucking on the bottle, burped and shook his head, "No."

The kind smile on the corner of Rommel's mouth froze, "Why not?"

"Every time I slept with Grandpa, Mionir would fall under the bed."

Grandpa Long's face darkened instantly.

The husband and wife quickly turned their faces away and tried their best to hold back their laughter. It turned out that Rommel was so dishonest in his sleep.

At night, Mionier, who was happily lying on the father's bed, closed his eyes happily. The head of the room was worried. The baby just drank a big bottle of juice...

Victor placed a kiss on Mionir's cheek, and gently lowered the translucent curtain that could block light.

Heimdall sat cross-legged on the carpet in front of the fireplace, staring blankly at the flames jumping in the furnace.

"What are you thinking?" Victor sat down behind him and let him lean into his arms.

Heimdall felt his fingers caressing his face and neck, then he pushed open the hem of his sweater and shirt, and got in to rub the skin on his waist.

"I want to take Mionir to school," Heimdall said.

The hand resting on his waist stopped for a moment.

"Are you afraid that what happened today will leave a legacy?" Victor asked.

"I think Mionir's tolerance is stronger than we expected. One of the reasons for taking him to school is exactly as you said. In addition, I try to let him integrate into the magical world early. I don't ask him to learn anything. Too young, I want him to adjust to the wizarding world through school."

"I don't think our son has a communication disability."

"However, he can't stay under our wings forever." It's a pity that there is no such organization as a kindergarten in the wizarding world, but even if there is, Heimdall may not feel relieved to send his child there.

"Don't forget, Brown is in Durmstrang now." Victor reminded.

"If he dares to touch Mionir under my nose, even if it's just a hair, I will send him to see Merlin." Heimdall gritted his teeth.

"Then you're taking Mionnier to Durmstrang?"

"As I said, we can't protect him for the rest of his life. Facing Brown's existence will be the first step he tries to take. No matter what challenges he will face, I will accompany him."

Victor was silent for a moment, "When are you going to take him there?"

"I plan to talk to Mionier tomorrow morning and arrange the next step after obtaining his consent."

Heimdall turned around and faced the master, their bodies gradually joined together, exchanging lingering kisses.

Victor's hand went straight down, Heimdall tensed up, took a few deep breaths, and then suggested, "... shall we go to the bathroom?"

Victor smiled, "I knew you liked strange places."

"What are you thinking about in your mind! Don't you take a bath? You can't go to bed if you don't wash...Ah!"

The master speeds up the offensive rhythm, it is better to do it than to talk.

four,

Early the next morning, Heimdall conveyed his thoughts to Mionir unreservedly, including the current location of the culprit who made Mionir fearful of pain.Mionir clutched at his clothes in fear, but did not immediately reject Heimdall's offer.

Heimdall stroked the child's hair, kissed his forehead, and then let him pack his luggage to school.Heimdall had never expected to achieve it overnight, and Mionnier needed time.

He waved his magic wand, and the letters and homework on the desk lined up neatly and got into the cloth school bag. After tidying up the desk, he turned around and found Mionier standing behind him.

"What's the matter, baby?" Heimdall scratched the child's little nose, waved his right hand, and the items on the bedside table flew onto the desk.

"Rig, can I bring my homework to school?"

Heimdall lowered his head in surprise, and Mionir opened his big round eyes, and asked seriously, "Can the hairball go to school with me? There are four different things..." The child lowered his head and snapped his fingers, "Mionir's car, the big bug , bells, feeding bottles..." They talked about a pile of bits and pieces, which seemed to be quite a lot, and looked at Heimdall expectantly after counting.

Heimdall squatted down, "Mionir is willing to go to school with Rigg?"

Mionier nodded, "Mionir is going to school with Dad!"

Heimdall smiled at his statement, "Even if there are terrible villains in there?"

Mionir flinched, "...Rig protects Mionir."

"Of course I will protect you, you are our baby."

Mionir grinned in relief, as if in his mind Rigg was omnipotent.

"Mionir can rest assured," Heimdall patted his stomach. "Maotuan and Sixiang will go with us, as well as Toffee, Bun, Xiaoba and Olar, they will all protect Mionir."

The father and son came to the dining room downstairs holding hands.

Rommel had already learned of Heimdall's plan from Victor. He silently watched the expressions of the father and son, and quickly came to a conclusion.

"Since you have already made up your mind, I won't say any spoilers." Rommel folded the wizard newspaper and put it aside.

Victor looked at his son, "Mionir has decided?"

"Mionir is going to school with little daddy!" Baby Mi announced loudly.

"Well, Big Daddy respects your decision," Victor said.

Mionier yelled happily and hugged Da Papa's leg to show off his cuteness.

Heimdall sat down in his seat and said to Rommel: "Father, I don't know how you gave me the early admission procedures. What should I do? As long as I get the consent of Professor Karkaroff May I?"

"Professor Katenin took over your admission procedures, but I believe that as long as you and Karkaroff are frank and willing to let the descendants of the Sturlusson family enroll in Durmstrang, everything else will be fine."

"After I got up, I sent a letter to Professor Karkaroff, asking him to meet outside the campus. When we arrived in Kapok Town, he should have already taken action." Heimdall said.

Rommel glanced at the elated Mionier and smiled, "Maybe he will be the youngest probationary student in Durmstrang's history."