HP's Foreign Land

one,

The family of three went back to the blue velvet hut with Rommel at night. Mionnier, who had been excited for a day, fell asleep in the arms of the big daddy. The house elf skillfully used magic to clean up the little master and sent him back to the little bed .The couple drank some bedtime drinks with Rommel in the living room, and then went back to their rooms.

Heimdall, whose final exam was pushed to after the New Year, was tidying up his desk while telling Viktor about today's discussion—as he revealed to his father, there were almost no deletions and revisions.

Victor thought about it.Heimdall changed the subject, and talked about his father's gossip with a mysterious face.

Victor, who was still immersed in various conjectures about Henry Dreyer, said absently, "It should be the bodyguard—" suddenly realized what he had said, and quickly shut up. Heimdall turned his head in amazement.

Victor slapped his mouth annoyed in his heart.

"What's going on? What bodyguard?" Heimdall threw away the things in his hand and walked towards him.

"Can you pretend you didn't hear it?" Victor was full of hope.

"No."

After struggling a little, Victor pulled Heimdall to sit on the lazy sofa in front of the fireplace.

"Rommel was once attacked by unknown people." In order to avoid adding psychological burden to Heimdall, Victor tried to be concise and concise, but unfortunately the effect was not satisfactory.

"I don't know at all..." Heimdall said in a daze.

"Rommel told us to keep it secret because he didn't want you to know."

"us?"

Victor was speechless, well, he said the wrong thing again.

"If my guess is correct, that Miss Persephone should be the bodyguard." Victor tried to shift his focus to other aspects.

Heimdall was full of disbelief, "But I heard that this current girlfriend has been with him for a long time."

"Who did you listen to?" Victor asked back.

Heimdall suddenly realized how similar this trick was to Henry Dray's old subtle trick.He recalled Rommel's various performances in the restaurant, and the exquisite acting skills that deliberately distracted others were really amazing. The only thing that was certain was that his father didn't like the Moroccan branch chairman very much.No wonder Dad acted so businesslike in front of his "girlfriend". He thought he just didn't want others to see the joke, and after a long time there was no joke at all.

I believe that not only he misunderstood, but at least the wizards in the Nordic region believed it was true under Rommel's deliberate manipulation.

They lay on the bed after grooming, the lights had been extinguished, and Victor watched Heimdall's distressed face hidden in the darkness by the flickering firelight projected by the fireplace.

"What's the matter? The truth disappointed you?" Victor approached and hugged Heimdall, gently stroking his arm with his palm.

"I thought Dad had finally found a soul mate," Heimdall said.

"Don't you think that lady is too young? Are you afraid that the public opinion will be against Rommel?" Victor deliberately sang against him.

"My father is not afraid. I have nothing to be afraid of. If my father minds that public opinion will negatively affect his image and hinder his career development, he would have married a girl from an innocent family and had children, trying to be a good father and reconcile Father came to cement his unashamedly positive image in the public mind."

It is undeniable that Rommel's "straightforwardness" in his emotional life has been criticized by others. Those wizards who claim to be honest and gentlemen hold up the moral standard every day and shout the loudest.

"To be honest, Rommel neither cheated money or sex, nor did he 'cheat a marriage' in order to advance his career. His contacts were all professional 'public relations people'. Involved in a mess of jealousy, I heard that he has always been recognized as a good client in the "public relations" industry. Rommel has a clear conscience, so he completely ignores those "whispers". Fortunately, his boss is wise not to separate his private life from work. Draw an equal sign." Victor said pertinently.

"You guys are fooling me together!" Heimdall suddenly turned his back and pointed the back of his head at the master. "Father told you about the attack, and you teamed up to hide it from me. In fact, you have a good relationship in private. You pick and choose each other in front of me. It's not a person who put me in the middle. I was the only one who was attacked. Keep it in the dark, you are just watching my joke!"

The head of the room is upset.

"Rig, I'm sorry, but that's not the case." Victor posted, putting his arms around him from behind.

Heimdall was silent.

Victor kissed his hair, "He didn't tell me about Rommel's attack. I heard about it later by chance. I went to verify it. He warned that he must never tell you anything. .I think Rommel just doesn't want you to worry. As for my relationship with him, I think your stuffing may be stuck in your next life."

After finishing speaking, the master quietly raised his upper body, looked forward, and found that the director's small face was puffy, his mouth was grievously pursed, and his expression was obviously loose under the master's candor. In fact, he didn't show that much anger, maybe a little Unbalanced mind.

Victor reached out his hand in front of him in a funny way, and scraped his pouting mouth.

"I found the source, my son learned from you, and he can hang oil bottles!"

Heimdall didn't hold back, and smiled.

"I'm going to find Dad!" Heimdall lifted the quilt and was held down by the master.

"You want to expose me?"

Rommel would know who told Rieger just by thinking with his toes, and he didn't want to be caught by Rommel.

Heimdall quickly calmed down, looking hesitant.

Victor took advantage of the opportunity to bite his neck, then smoothly touched the edge of Heimdall's pajama pants, and quickly stretched them in.

"You don't have to get up early tomorrow, do you?" The master seriously asked for confirmation.

"I'm going to the International Wizengamot tomorrow," Heimdall replied equally seriously, the master sighed, and his actions became listless, Heimdall added slowly, "There's no need to get up early."

The master directly took off his pants.

two,

The atmosphere at the breakfast table has become slightly different from the past. He has always played the role of mediator on the table. The eloquent director of sandwich stuffing Stulusson suddenly changed to a graceful route. Apart from being patient and caring for Mionnier as always, the rest of the time was silent. keep silent.

Victor knew what was going on and pretended not to notice.

Rommel thought that the young couple was at odds, so he wisely decided not to be confused or to get involved. Thinking back when Rieger’s grandfather and grandma were in a cold war for several days because of a disagreement, Rommel, the eldest son, pretended to be ignorant, not to mention own next generation.Chairman Sturluson, who thought he had figured out the key points and chose to turn a blind eye logically, went out neatly after breakfast to meet old friends.

Trying to force Rommel Sturluson to realize the inappropriateness of a certain decision with melancholy expressions and sad eyes, and then reflect on himself, confess his heart to his family, and thus promote the unity and close connection between the family members. Ma's, as expected, is not the most naive, only more naive.

Heimdall lay down on the dinner table and pretended to be dead in frustration, Mionir stared in confusion, and the master couldn't help laughing.

three,

The building of the International Federation of Wizards is decorated with lights and festoons everywhere, leading the representatives of wizards from all over the world to immerse themselves in the joyful ocean of Christmas and New Year.

Next to the huge English letters of the International Wizengamot, two small pots of red and colorful Christmas trees were placed. Magically transformed elves jumped out from behind the tree branches from time to time and swayed non-existent colored candies to passers-by. Any wizard who walks here for the first time will be taken aback by the sudden wave of sweets.

Heimdall was no exception, and retreated one after another reflexively, but nothing happened.This place is located at the entrance of people coming and going, embarrassment can be imagined, he tried his best to look indifferent, touched his head - as if it was hit there, and hurried into IW's office area.

A notice posted on the bulletin board titled "Nominated Candidates" caught the attention of Heimdall, who hadn't set foot in IW for a long time.

He saw his name on it, with the words: Case Filing Office and other words marked behind his name, and the names of the people lined up with him were mostly employees of various departments in IW; through the marking, some of them were from the International Police Force.

Hollingworth, the boss, solved the mystery for him.

"The International Wizengamot is going to hold a Christmas celebration party with the police force. It requires each department to nominate a suitable candidate, and then vote. The one with the highest vote rate will be the host of the Christmas party. Nominated by our filing office It's you," Hollingworth said.

Heimdall was surprised, and said shyly, "You think I'm suitable?"

"You are the only one in the whole office who has a bit of hosting experience." Hollingworth said. "I don't expect you to stand out, just don't say anything wrong at the party, and you don't need to burden yourself. It's just an annual meeting jointly organized by our IW and the police force, not the annual meeting of the headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards. It's not that serious. .”

In terms of Heimdall's position and working time, it is not his turn to attend the most high-end headquarters annual meeting of the International Federation of Wizards.

Heimdall hesitated, "The final voting result hasn't come out yet, right?" Isn't this tone of warning not to make mistakes a bit early?

Hollingworth kept his secret, and Heimdall now understood that the result was almost the same.

"I will do my best not to discredit the filing office," Heimdall declared solemnly.

Hollingworth nodded and brought the topic to the Mendoza incident.

four,

Came out of the filing office and met Peter in the aisle.

"Merry Christmas!" Peter blushed.

Heimdall gestured twice, it seemed that he had grown taller, and it seemed that eating and drinking enough every day would help his secondary development.

"I will host the department's annual meeting this year, and you can save your blessings until that day," Heimdall said.

"Has it been confirmed that it's you?" Peter said in surprise.

"Judge Hollingworth said so."

"you sure?"

"It shouldn't be wrong... What's your expression?"

The sinister smile on Peter's face made people feel vigilant.

"I told you not to be angry, everyone started a game of gambling." Peter whispered after looking carefully.

"You're breaking the law knowingly," Heimdall said.

"There is no gambling money. We bet on wizard poker. We bet on who has the most points. We gamble on afternoon tea."

"Which one?"

"Cream marshmallow four o'clock set meal in the afternoon, a total of three coupons."

Creamy Cotton Candy is a newly opened black tea house in Bruges. The snacks are delicious, and the various teas are also full of praise. The most important thing is that its operator is a beautiful lady, a single male in the International Federation of Wizards From time to time, I went to hold the show.The dramatic thing is that everyone later found out that the proprietress has a master, and that "master" is also working in the International Federation of Wizards. He is not a high-ranking official who is imagined by the males, but works in the maintenance department, an extra-staff department, which is even more exciting. It is the lover of the proprietress who is also a woman.

Despite this, the popularity of creamy marshmallows remains high, after all, just looking at it is pleasing to the eye.

"I win two tickets." Heimdall Lion opened his mouth.

"Two?" Peter's eyes widened.

"Can you win without me? Don't tell me you bet all on me!"

Peter's expression was embarrassing, and Heimdall really understood him.

"I'll take it as if you agreed." Heimdall said to himself and put a full stop.

Peter looked bitter.

Next, they went to the staff cafeteria, chose a small table for two people to sit side by side, and asked the house elf for two glasses of white water.Today's staff canteen is not as leisurely as in the past. It can be said to be very lively. All departments are actively preparing for their respective annual meetings. The employees entrusted with the task of planning are gearing up one by one, and a preparatory meeting is held in the staff canteen beamingly.

The newspaper baskets that were in short supply on weekdays were idly floating back and forth between the tables. The baskets were heavily stuffed with newspapers from all over the world, but it was difficult to attract the attention of the wizards who were passionate about editing.

"What are you going to tell me?" Peter asked.

"Do you know anything about Mendoza?"

"Understood, thank God he was finally taken back by the Portuguese Ministry of Magic." Peter's words were exaggerated, and it can be seen how the police force under IW thinks about this matter.

"Can you get Mendoza's criminal record?" Heimdall asked.

"You mean those '70s cannibalism bills'?"

"No, I mean all his criminal records, including previous ones."

"What do you want those for?"

"Do nothing but look," Heimdall asked. "Can you get it?"

"I don't know if it can be obtained from the headquarters, and even if there is a record, with Mendoza's arrest warrant level, it probably cannot be directly retrieved from the archives. It probably requires various procedures or the signature of a full-time person. This series of You should be no stranger to the process than me."

"Please try it first, and then tell me if it doesn't work." Heimdall knew that things would not be that simple.

Peter suggested, "Instead of asking me to think of a way, why don't you go to the Portuguese Ministry of Magic to find out the situation? They must be determined to dig deep into anything about Mendoza. Without your intervention, the return of Mendoza will be impossible." The trip may cause other waves, maybe, the Portuguese Ministry of Magic is at the peak of emotional fluctuations, [-]% will spontaneously treat you with courtesy, and you should gain something from the Portuguese Ministry of Magic."

"Thank you, Peter." Heimdall was very moved, and he really was a good friend.

"You have to understand," Peter said, grabbing Heimdall's hand, with twinkling eyes. "Only you are my partner. Later, those are nothing, I just play with them casually." An expression that you are true love.

Heimdall couldn't help but laugh. He knew that Peter didn't mean that, so he decided to screen by himself. Even if he strongly protested with Peter about the inappropriate words, he would not take it to heart.

The overstuffed newspaper basket floated lazily past them, and Heimdall withdrew his hand, grabbing the advancing basket.

"Bring me a copy of Bruges Wizard Winter," Peter said to Heimdall.

"Bruges Wizard Winter" is the weekend monthly magazine of "Bruges Wizard", named after seasons, there are four kinds.

Heimdall handed the newspaper to Peter, and continued to scroll down. He saw a report on Durmstrang and others' magic learning in a certain newspaper, so he took out the newspaper, but saw the newspaper under the press. Rommel Strulusson's name was printed on the front page.Heimdall took the newspaper again and let the newspaper basket go.

Heimdall turned to that page according to the page number next to the title, and looked at a few lines blankly. He couldn't understand French newspapers, and he only knew Rommel's name from time to time.

"Peter, what does it say? Is it bad news?" Heimdall asked anxiously.

Why do these colorful and flashing fonts and blurry photos that seem to be secretly taken look so sensational?

Peter took a look at it, and his smile became ambiguous.

He said: "The grandson of the former minister of the Ministry of Magic of Finland is about to enter the sacred hall of marriage the day after tomorrow. The bride's name is Sonia Wits Lavronstadt. The French pointed out in a rather exaggerated tone that she is your father's old lady." One of love."

Heimdall didn't know what kind of expression he should use to face this report. He took back the newspaper with a blank face, and looked at a photo that was obviously taken secretly—the father and the bride in the report were chatting and laughing beside a certain busy street. .

Fives,

After Rommel returned home at night, he found his son looked at him with a strange expression, and his eyes were even a little cautious. He was puzzled, and then with his unrusted thinking ability, he quickly thought of those who were abnormal about his private life. Follow the gossip media.During the day, his younger brother Snow came to find him worriedly with a Finnish weekly gossip magazine, because the content of the report made his younger brother think that because of his duplicity——Snow seemed to use this damn word—he was abandoned again .

again!

Rommel pictured in his mind the scene of balling up the newspaper and stuffing it into the mouth of the reporter who wrote the sensational report. A poor man who gets drunk every night, trying to slow down the pace of his lover's departure by destroying his health.

Rommel made no attempt to explain, but asked, "Are you free the day after tomorrow?"

Heimdall, who was a little at a loss due to his father's gaze, nodded quickly, "You rest that day? Great, we can go camping outside..."

"You really want to go camping?" Rommel snapped sharply at his lame way of feigning ignorance.

Heimdall put the red crayon in his hand next to Mionnier's drawing book and said, "I hate being in close contact with nature."

Rommel ordered, "Even if there is something to do that day, make it available for me."

"At your disposal at any time." Heimdall promised.

"What if Krum makes a similar request to you?" Rommel deliberately made him difficult.

"I promised you first, but I regret to reject Victor." Heimdall did not let Rommel succeed.

"That's what you said."

Heimdall nodded.

Rommel smiled with great relief.

"May I ask what's the plan for that day?" Heimdall hesitated.

"Accompany me to the wedding of my 'old love'." Rommel said with sarcasm.

His father was so calm, it was hard to ask what Heimdall said.

"The former minister of the Finnish Ministry of Magic once vigorously promoted Quidditch in Finland, so he is quite prestigious in the Quidditch world. There will probably be people from the Quidditch world participating in the day after tomorrow, and Henry Derry is one of them." The topic changed here.

"Henry Drey going too?!"

"He's a big name in refereeing right now and he'll definitely get an invitation. That's what I think," Rommel said. "Mendoza's arrest came without warning. Everything came too suddenly. Derry should have received the news. He will send people to investigate, and there will be various conjectures. Instead of hiding from his suspicions, it is better to take the initiative. Attack. But then again, even if there is no conflict with him now, it may not be peaceful in the future."

Heimdall nodded, thought for a while, and said, "Dad, do you have any idea of ​​whoever attacked you?"

Rommel froze for a moment, raised an eyebrow, "Krum told you?"

"He didn't want to tell me, he just slipped his mouth."

"I knew he wasn't trustworthy!" Rommel said angrily.

"Dad, the way you changed the subject was clumsy," Heimdall pointed out.

Rommel stared at him for three seconds, "You brat with your elbows out!"

Heimdall looks at the sky, well, don't want to say it.

After Victor came back, he made the same invitation as Rommel expected, and Heimdall did express his regret for being late.

"Rommel said that Henry Drey would also go?" Victor paused as he took off his wizard robe.

"Dry is the face of refereeing today, and Dad said he'd definitely be invited."

Victor was silent for a moment, then changed into a comfortable old cotton robe, "The old love got married, is there anything wrong with Rommel?"

"I don't think it's right that he's wishing the wedding was tomorrow?"

Victor said with a smile: "It really is an 'old love'."

Heimdall rolled his eyes, "Father is in the study, you can tell him your sharp analysis, and on the other hand, he can tell you his witty counterattacks directly."

"Where are you going?" Victor saw him turn around and walk out.

"Sandwich stuffing is going to go out to get close to nature, and come back after you have finished discussing."