HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall once imagined what the Rhodope Manor would be like in his mind, but it was really difficult to imagine it based on his limited witness history of wizarding families.So far, he has only seen the old houses of three wizarding families, the mansion of the Sturlusson family in England, the British mansion of the Malfoy family and the shabby house of the Weasley family... The last one is not worthy of the name of mansion , it might be more appropriate to call it a house.

When a group of people stood in front of the huge building, Heimdall was overwhelmed by its momentum.There are no walls, no wrought-iron fences, no carved gates.With simple horizontal and vertical shapes, rough outer walls, and rock-built homes, the Rhodope Manor truly reflects the thoughts and hopes of the ancestors of the Krum family.It is not contaminated with the glitz of European architecture, no spires, octagonal rooms, fountains, Roman columns, and sculptures.It just crouches on the white snow fearlessly, open its heart to accommodate the world, the towering pine forest is its small potted plant, and the entire mountain range has become its private garden.

Just as Heimdall was carefully watching the row of rough hand-carved patterns on the wooden door frame, the door opened, and a few house-elves with quick hands and feet suddenly appeared to serve them, taking off their clothes, taking their luggage, and serving tea and water. Busy work... At [-]:[-] p.m., Heimdall "inspected" an army of domestic servants (house elves), and he was also "inspected" by these servants.Well-trained and slavishly strong, these elves show no expression, including curiosity.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner, the coats were taken away, the luggage was properly arranged to where they should go, the hot drinks were drunk, and a group of people went through the room to the living room.

After a not-so-short "trek", they finally arrived at their destination.Heimdall was not intimidated by the living room as big as Westminster Abbey, he just felt disappointed. Contrary to the appearance of the manor, the furnishings in the room are completely European style, exquisite, luxurious, and the pursuit of details... Every Both look worth the money.

"My dear grandson—(Paul)" Adeleia Pamper Krum, the current head of the Krum family, who is well-dressed even when she stays at home, stands in front of the fireplace with her arms outstretched, Called enthusiastically, the desire in his eyes was obvious.

Victor casts a quick glance at Bernick, his cousin just shrugs and doesn't move, and then Victor steps forward and hugs his grandmother. "Hi, grandma. (Bao)" He kissed grandma on the cheek.

Mrs. Krum (for the sake of convenience, she will be called grandmother in the future. Whenever Mrs. Krum is mentioned, she refers to this old lady) took Victor's hand and walked to sit on the expensive sofa near the fireplace. Victor takes a step away from her.

"Sit wherever you want. (Paul)" It seems that Mrs. Kroom still knows the way of hospitality, although the obvious neglect is not worthy of praise.

The oval coffee table is filled with small snacks that look more like art than something to chew.Heimdall refused Daisy's offer to bring him some snacks, and he thought it would be better to look at the excitement than to eat.

"How's the road condition? I've repeatedly suggested to the people at the station that they provide the best service. (Bao)" Mrs. Crumb's old face had a trace of sternness, and displeasure flickered in her narrowed eyes. shine.Because of her age, her beauty has long since disappeared. Her impersonal and rigorous personality makes her different from other old people of the same age who look at life in a tolerant and peaceful way. She is more critical, more rigid, and more aggressive. "The Ministry of Magic always doesn't listen to my opinions well, and I will never let it go. I think I need to go to the Ministry of Magic in person and talk to the Minister. (Paul)"

Although Heimdall couldn't understand, he noticed that when Mrs. Krum expressed his opinions loudly, everyone present was silent, and no one echoed her, not even Victor.But Victor did not do nothing. He shook his grandmother's hand and said, "Grandma, the road is very good and the carriage is very comfortable. Bernick, me and our guests are all very satisfied with this journey."

Mrs. Krum finally remembered that she had a grandson, and looked at Bernick just now. "You seem to have put on a lot of weight, Bernick, Durmstrang's diet must suit your appetite." She frowned and said while looking at it.

Bernick's reaction was simple, he just laughed and didn't talk to him.Mrs. Krum seemed to be used to this kind of relationship, and she didn't really want to communicate with her grandson. After a while, her attention turned to Heimdall.

"You are Heimdall Strulusson?" Mrs. Krum's tone was quite polite, which showed that she paid more attention to her own upbringing. In order to make Heimdall understandable, she specially switched to German.

Heimdall felt that she didn't welcome him very much, and he could tell from the way she showed hospitality.

"I remember that Rommel didn't have a family."

"It seems so," said Heimdall.

"That man finally wants to take responsibility?" Mrs. Krum looked at Daisy, her tone full of mockery. "Didn't he always like to use money to solve problems?!"

Facing her mother-in-law's sudden attention, Daisy did not show a trace of panic. "That's because Rommel's mind is much more evolved than you always think." She smiled. "This kid is cute, isn't he?"

Heimdall saw Mrs Krum's eyebrows twitch, her jaw tightened, and she nodded. "Indeed, it's not like his father at all." She made a concluding speech perfunctorily, letting the topic end there.

Heimdall thought she would have a fit, but no.

***

Mrs. Kroom is used to being arbitrary and loves her grandson eagerly, so she actually prepared a table of meals early.As soon as everyone was seated at the long table in the spacious restaurant, the first course was served.

Even the diet is very Western European.Looking at the food, Heimdall almost went to rub his stomach. The food at the station hadn't been digested yet, and the serious dining etiquette made him even more disgusted.

Not knowing if her own thoughts were reflected on her face, Mrs. Kroom suddenly stared at him. "Is the food not to your liking?" she asked.

"I actually ate at the station, ma'am," Heimdall told the truth. "Eating two meals in less than an hour is a little harder for me."

"It means that the food is not to your liking." Mrs. Kroom seemed to confirm this conclusion.

Heimdall looked up at her, and after a long time he smiled. "Perhaps you're right, it really doesn't suit your appetite." He lowered his eyelids and continued, "I don't really like this way of eating."

Mrs. Crume immediately gave her a stern stare when a man and a woman entered the dining room, interrupting what she might say next. "I'm very sorry, we're late." The tall man in a dark brown robe smiled awkwardly, and the woman behind him lowered her head and covered her mouth with a handkerchief and coughed lightly.

"You don't have to come," Mrs. Krum wrote lightly without a trace of emotion.

Her remarks froze the man who was about to sit down. He smiled awkwardly at the others, and helped the woman to sit down.The man and woman sat next to Victor, just as Bernick sat next to his parents.

"Hello, Dad." Victor turned his head to look at the man, both in expression and tone, very polite, even strange.

"Oh, hello, Victor." The man nodded, just like his son, with a strange and polite expression.

"Hello, Mom."

"I'm fine...very fine..." The woman's expression was a little excited.

Compared with the father who is like a stranger, the mother showed a stronger parent-child desire than the father. Since she came in, she has been staring at Victor, as if she could never get enough of it. It is a pity that her son Always low-key, unhurriedly moving the food on the plate, without looking up at her.

Two families of three, diametrically opposed performances.Compared with the warm interaction between Bernick and his parents, a happy little family, Victor and his parents are more like distant relatives who have only seen each other for a long time-know each other, but they are not close.

Then, the "tea party" at the dinner table continued, and as before, Mrs Kroom was still the dominant topic.

"I heard that the old lady of the Orville family is finally getting married?"

"Yes, Mom," said Bernick's father. "Two days ago, I received an invitation from a Frenchman who works at the British Ministry of Magic."

"Her relatives can finally breathe a sigh of relief," Mrs Croom offered her opinion. "If I were the leader of Orville, I would definitely not make a fuss about this matter. Talking about marriage at her current age is not so glorious."

"This shows that Ms. Orville's charm is unparalleled," Daisy said nonchalantly, raising her wine glass, not caring about the storm she might cause. "As long as she wants to marry, there are still people who are willing to marry her even if she is seventy or eighty. You should still remember those anecdotes about their family?!"

To Heimdall's surprise, Mrs. Krum still didn't have an attack, but chose to be patient.Although Daisy didn't talk much, but those two speeches were against her mother-in-law, and her mother-in-law actually tolerated her.Heimdall found it incredible.

"So," Mrs. Crumb tried to bring the conversation back to what she thought was the right direction. "When choosing a wife, you must be careful. Good cultivation is very important. A poorly educated woman can't do it even if she has a pretty face. This kind of woman must not be married as a wife."

Mrs. Kroom's words had something to say, and she used other forms to refute Daisy's point of view and some...deeper things.Her youngest daughter-in-law put down her wine glass, as if she didn't hear her, still smiling.

"By the way, Victor, do you still remember Anita?" Mrs. Crumb turned to her eldest grandson expectantly.

"Is that Miss Slivan?" Bernick had a better memory than his cousin, and immediately realized it.

Mrs. Kroom was glad someone remembered, gave Bernick a appreciative smile, and turned back to help her grandson "restore" his memory. "She came to our house to play last year. She is a very beautiful little girl with a bright smile."

Victor still shook his head, "I don't remember." He emphasized very firmly.

"That's a nice girl." Mrs Crumb was disappointed by her eldest grandson's reaction. "I've been thinking about it, if you can marry her, it would be great for you, me and your parents." As if to prove what she said was true, she glanced at her, whom she had ignored for a long time eldest son. "Yes or no?"

Victor's father twitched his lips, looked at his son's face, and nodded.

For some reason, at that moment, Heimdall sensed Victor's anger. This anger did not originate from his wishful grandmother, but from his father—a father who was like a respondent who did nothing.

Suddenly, a coughing sound broke out from somewhere. Victor's mother covered her mouth with a handkerchief and kept coughing. The sound was loud and harsh, and Mrs. Krum frowned in disgust. "If you can't get out of bed, go back to your room and stay honestly. It's really disappointing!"

"Yes, I'm sorry, Mom..." Victor's mother uttered these words with difficulty, but the coughing continued.

"Send your wife back to the room." Mrs. Kroom waved her hand impatiently and began to yell at people.

The couple left together, just as hurriedly as they came, and as unprepared when they left.

"I also remember that Miss Slivan, who is really good-looking and has a good personality." Surprisingly, Daisy didn't sing the opposite, and even Mrs. Krum stared at her in disbelief.

Daisy leaned forward and lowered her voice, "Has her illness been cured?"

"What disease?"

"It's the problem that I can't stop laughing." Daisy shook her head regretfully. "Her smile is really cute, but that terrible laugh is unflattering, and she seems to have something like madness. I don't know if it is a genetic disease of the Slivan family. If Victor marries her, they Will your offspring also be infected with this problem?" Daisy stared at her mother-in-law without blinking, and said in embarrassment, "Aren't you worried at all?"

The two women looked at each other for only a few seconds, and Mrs. Krum put down the tea cup in her hand with a bang, and the liquid in the cup splashed on the snow-white tablecloth, staining it into brown spots.

Daisy wiped her mouth with a napkin calmly. "Then we are excused, Mom." She pulled Heimdall beside her, showing the most sincere smile since entering the room. "You don't mind if I take Victor with me?" she asked before leaving.

Mrs. Kroom snorted coldly and turned her face away.

"Thank you, Mom." Daisy said sincerely.