HP's Foreign Land

one,

It was already [-]:[-] p.m. when we returned to the Blue Velvet Cottage. After the interview, Victor was dragged by the old team members to the Wizard Bar for a drink. Enthusiastic fans who came here after hearing the news... The party was always interrupted, and this small drink lasted five hours, which was longer than the Spanish wizard's dinner.

Heimdall carried the sleeping child into the nursery, exited lightly, and returned to the bedroom.Victor slumped on the single sofa chair in front of the window and closed his eyes to rest. He was a little tired from the competition, alcohol and dealing with people coming and going.

Heimdall changed the wizard robe he had gone out, and looked at the time again.

"You rest first, I'll let Hina get something to eat." He turned and walked out.

"Rig," Victor opened his eyes and raised his arms, "come."

Heimdall went to the window and took Victor's hand.

"what happened?"

"Is my performance okay today?" Victor asked.

"I think it's very good, don't you know it very well?" Heimdall stroked his cheek.

"Those guys think I'm useless..."

He would never say this in normal times. Although Victor is not easily influenced by public opinion and ignores mixed reviews, as an ordinary person who eats whole grains, it is impossible for him to be as solid as a rock forever. , motionless.When those words pass through the ears, they will be heard more or less, and they will leave something behind.

"How come? I think you are very useful." Heimdall glanced down deliberately.

The master smiled silently.

"Mionir asleep?" Victor sat up straight and wiped his face.

"Should still be sleeping, I asked Hina to pay attention, I will probably wake up in the middle of the night." Heimdall suddenly gossips when he said this, "I saw your former captain when you came out of the bar, he is not very popular with women Why? Why didn't you see him with a female companion?"

The former captain of the Bulgarian national team is a typical example of eating a bowl and thinking about the pot. Heimdall still remembers the confrontation between his wife and his lover during the last World Cup.Could it be that he realized his mistake and planned to start a new life? !

"His wife has been divorcing him for four years," Victor said. "The captain's condition is not very good. He hasn't made much progress in Quidditch these years. After withdrawing from his old club, he joined a second-tier club in Greece."

"Can you enter the national team if you are not in good condition?"

"It's not that the head coach gave him a back door. He was selected based on his ability. The captain is very capable, just..."

"I didn't focus on my career."

Victor nodded, "He actually doesn't want a divorce."

Heimdall has always been sympathetic to this kind of "afterthought", "Since we are talking about this topic, I think it is necessary for me to express my attitude."

Seeing that he suddenly became serious, Victor quickly sat upright.

With a wave of Heimdall's wand, a stack of letters flew out from the opened drawer, and the letters landed on Victor's open palm.Victor didn't know why.

"These were sent to me by your loyal followers."

Victor raised his eyebrows.

"You can open it."

Victor opened the first letter, and his brows twisted without reading a few lines. He opened the second, third, and fourth letters... He stood up abruptly, and threw the letter into the In the fireplace, let these letters be swallowed by the flames and turned into ashes.

Victor sat back on the chair, hugged Heimdall and said, "Why keep those letters?"

"Challenge yourself."

Grandpa's eyes widened.

Heimdall smiled and kissed his tight lips, "I was really angry at first, and I received threatening letters well... Those people must have read too many novels. I thought this kind of plot would only appear on Muggle TV. One At first, I threw it directly into the fireplace. It wasn’t until I almost blew up the fireplace in Carlo’s room that I realized that your followers’ methods had been upgraded. Out of curiosity, I tried Finding fun, some of these letters are sprinkled with poisonous powder that will cause skin diseases; some are soaked in venom; That being said, your complexion is not very good."

The old man was furious.

"When did you start receiving such letters?" Victor gritted his teeth.

"Let's think about it... It's been several years since I formally established a relationship with you."

The master almost didn't bring it up in one breath. It's been so long? !

"Why never mention it?"

"Didn't I tell you today?" Heimdall rubbed his master's face. "I can solve it by myself. I found it very interesting later. I haven't received it for a while. After the start of the World Cup qualifiers, there are more."

The head of the office regards receiving threatening letters as entertainment in his spare time.

"What if..." Victor couldn't imagine that the hidden danger was actually hidden under his nose, and what people couldn't let go of was caused by himself.

The master's self-esteem was hit like never before.

"I'm not really open-minded and let others slaughter me," Heimdall touched his nose. "The methods were really vicious, so I sent a reply..." Treating the person in the same way as the person, you understand the result.

Victor sighed and tightened his arms, "Why did you suddenly decide to tell me today?"

"I was stimulated by the matter of your captain, plus I received a letter advising me to break up with you quickly. In the letter, the lady firmly foresaw a bright future where you will fall in love with her at first sight, and asked me not to Leaving you in a hurtful way—waving your sleeves without taking away a single Galleon, and magnanimously 'allowing' Mionir to be raised by me, because she will give birth to a dozen excellent heirs for you."

"I don't mind if you should mind, but you are so worried about the letter from a woman who is obviously mentally ill?!" The master felt speechless.

"My point is not this!" Heimdall looked down at Victor. "I tell you Mr. Klum, there is no agreement to break up! No matter what happens in the future, I will never say goodbye to you calmly! I will sleep with you, I will dedicate my youth to you, I will share my property, my house and car I bought it, and the child will be given to you... I will raise it with you! I will hang on this tree of yours and not move my nest! Whoever tells me to move my nest, I will make it look better!"

Victor raised his head in surprise, not knowing which song he sang again.

Emma, ​​my male god and my tree, the head of the office who had finished expressing his true feelings from the bottom of his heart, suddenly felt like a winner in life and wanted to scream up to the sky.

Victor snorted, and then laughed loudly, "I wish for it!"

Now Heimdall is full of surprise, his man actually likes the rhythm of "both die together"? !Thinking about it carefully, since the head of the office and the master met, he has gradually grasped the inner essence of the master, restrained, mature and prudent are sugar-coated bullets, and occasionally he will get a bit of a snake, such as now.

The head of the room thought that this man should really pay more attention to himself, if one day he was hooked up by a witch and wizard without eyes, the consequences would be disastrous.Thinking of this, the chief gnawed hard on his mouth.

Victor, who had finally stopped the impulsive laughter, took advantage of the situation and supported Heimdall's back, deepening the kiss.

Occasionally, the head of the office would have a whim without thinking. It had been a long time since the last time, and Victor felt both funny and nostalgic. It was really a long-lost surprise.

two,

Peter looked around at the entrance of the staff canteen, and soon found Heimdall not far away, who was concentrating on solving a piece of cake.Peter greeted and sat down, Heimdall stuffed the last piece of cake into his mouth, wiped his mouth and burped.

Peter looked at the small dishes piled up on the table, and said with a smile, "Aren't you full at noon?"

Heimdall hiccupped again and said, "I won't be here for a while."

The snacks in the staff restaurant of the International Federation of Wizards are very delicious, and the most important thing is that they are free of charge during the period from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the afternoon.

Peter, already numb, called the house-elf.

Two glasses of boiled water appeared on the freshly cleaned table.

"Are you about to graduate?" Peter asked.

"Correct."

"It's good now, I don't have to wander around alone." Peter released an empty, lonely and cold signal.

"...I'm from the IW, you're from the police force, we're not a department."

"Don't mention that, it hurts feelings." Peter asked again, "What progress have you made about Henry Drey?"

"Don't tell you."

Peter minded badly, "Then why did you call me here?!"

"Tell you I'm starting school, I don't have time to play with you."

Peter looked constipated.

Heimdall was about to say something with a smile on his face, when a man and a woman spoke from far to near, Heimdall followed the prestige and saw an acquaintance.

"Clemenceau?!" Heimdall waved.

"Mr. Strulusson!" The trainee judge Clemenceau, who had served as Heimdall's assistant, immediately got rid of the witch beside him and walked quickly.

Ardelia Firing, who was in the middle of the argument with Clemenceau, followed along, not to be outdone.

Clemenceau took a seat at the table next to Heimdall, and Ferrin took the chair opposite Clemenceau without hesitation, as if he would not give up until he reached his goal.

Clemenceau was always surprised, why did this woman become swollen and courageous?Didn't she always walk around Sturluson?

Clemenceau, who was sent to study and work at the grassroots level, did not know that he had missed many wonderful moments.

"Which country were you sent to this time?" Heimdall asked.

"Nowhere, just in the Wizengamot, Belgium," said Clemenceau.

"Is the work rewarding?" Peter asked.

Because of Heimdall's relationship, Peter is no stranger to Clemenceau, at least he is more familiar than Ferring.

"Well, I don't know..." Clemenceau touched his head.

Flynn sneered.

Clemenceau pretended not to hear.

Heimdall said: "Is there any possibility of promotion? I heard that 'outsourcing' is usually linked to job transfers."

"Don't make fun of me, don't you know me, I've probably been a trainee judge all my life."

"For you are self-aware!" Ferlin sneered.

Clemenceau turned to stare at Ferrin, but Ferrin's eyes were bigger than his. The two were at war, as if they would pull out their wands and throw attack magic at each other in the next second.

"What's the matter with you?" Heimdall asked puzzled.

"Don't worry about it, she's making trouble out of no reason!" Clemenceau looked aloof and unaware of women.

Feilin slammed the table hard, "I'm making trouble for no reason?! Shall I show them the court records you transcribed?"

Clemenceau said goodbye.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Peter was always excited. He liked to watch this kind of drama where men and women pinched each other.

Feilin was ashamed to speak, "I just sent back the record he submitted to ask for a rewrite, but he actually showed me a face and insulted my IQ. If it wasn't for the fear of embarrassing the International Wizengamot, I would I have already copied hundreds of copies of what he wrote, distributed them to the International Federation of Wizards and circulated them up and down, so that everyone can see who the brainless people are!"

"I think my writing is pretty good, obviously you are picky." Clemenceau muttered.

"I won't mention anything else. I'll just talk about one of the most incredible mistakes. The names of the defendant and the plaintiff are reversed or not written at all. Is it because I am too demanding of you, or do you simply not know how to transcribe records?"

Clemenceau bowed his head and fell silent.

Peter looked at Clemenceau, then at Ferring, and made a decision after thinking for a moment.

"Clemenceau, this is your mistake. You must be serious and responsible in your work, otherwise how can you afford to spend a lot of effort to train your old boss, Stulusson?"

old boss? !Heimdall couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't dare to do it. I didn't put a lot of effort into cultivating Clemenceau's ability. It was our common boss, Judge Hollingworth, who cultivated Clemenceau." Heimdall glanced at Peter who was talking nonsense, suggesting that he : Don't bring hatred to me!

Peter looked back resentfully.

Heimdall took a step back and said, "Judge Hollingworth has always been strict, and the trial records should be written as beautifully as possible. At least there should be no mistakes in general. Be careful that he goes to the trial supervision office to review the records on a whim. "

Clemenceau's face changed drastically, "Judge Hollingworth went to check the records?"

"I can't tell, I was raided." Heimdall shrugged. Speaking from experience, he was also dismissed as ugly, and there were a lot of sad blood and tears.

Clemenceau ate his lunch, wiped his mouth indiscriminately, picked up the film and went out.

"Hey, wait, I haven't finished eating..." Filin, who had lost all his strength, was dragged out of the staff restaurant by the anxious Clemenceau, with the teacup in the restaurant still in his right hand.

"Oh, that's right," Heimdall was the first to come to his senses. "You ask Instructor John to convey a word to the vampire captain of the criminal investigation team for me."

"What?"

"How the king will take care of himself in the future, how to spend his old age comfortably, and even the cemetery are all arranged by me. Let him die."

"Why are you talking about this suddenly? He asked you for the king?"

"You don't know, he's very scheming," Heimdall seized the opportunity to speak ill of that man...that vampire. "He has specially prepared a Christmas present for the king, do you know what it is?"

"I'm listening to you tell me."

"A silver key ring, a door key is hung on the key ring, and there is also a decoration that is used as the door and the house number of the Criminal Investigation Team. Look! How sinister his intentions are!" face!

Peter hesitated, "Why do I feel that his motives are quite pure, he has given up, so he sent a special decoration to the king as a souvenir."

"Really?" Heimdall doubted.

"I think so."

The head of the room is unwilling to compromise easily, no matter how you think about it, conspiracy theories are more reliable...

He has been subtly influenced by the shameless master.

three,

"It's not good, it's too bad. You have let down your good time, your father who spent a lot of money on your studies, and your professor's teachings to you. How can you be worthy of your family and friends? Eagerly looking forward?" Heimdall stared ahead, murmured with his eyes empty, and the milk boy next to him turned his head and blinked blankly from time to time: Who is Rieger talking to?

Victor couldn't help stroking his son's head, then knocked on the head of the nagging room chief.

"It's too late to regret it now." Victor grinned.

Heimdall hugged the master's arm, and said sullenly, "Professor Krum, just tell Professor Laurent that during the New Year, in order to improve my Potions performance, you assigned me a lot of exercises, so many that I have to do them all." I can’t finish it, I forgot to sleep and eat day and night, because I was too hardworking and self-conscious, so I forgot to take the make-up exam after returning to school. Do you think it’s feasible, professor?”

The head of the room even unscrupulously hinted that he was willing to accept Professor Krum's unspoken rules...

"No." The master categorically refused to join him, looking extraordinarily high-spirited, and then said, "Since you have worked so hard and done "too much to finish" exercises, a mere Potions exam is nothing to worry about. You say Is that so, Chairman Struluson?"

Master Krum, who knows how to hide the rules, said that there is no pressure, and he will sneak into him tomorrow.

Heimdall looked up bitterly, hugged his son and shouted, "Mionir, what should I do, your big daddy doesn't love me anymore!"

Milkman's eyes widened, as if he had lost his chance.

"You fouled." Victor laughed.

Heimdall couldn't go on acting anymore, hugged the master's arm again and laughed loudly, then kissed his son's face hard.

Mionir blinked and restarted.

what happens?Xiaomi's eyes were full of question marks.

After they arrived at the school, they first went to Heimdall's dormitory.

Toffee and the others had already run away, but the king didn't join in the fun with the group of unscrupulous ones, and stayed in the dormitory waiting obediently. The animal friends arrived earlier than the family of three.

Heimdall and the king lingered for a while, and then gave up the position to Mionir. For some reason, although they didn't get along for a long time, Mionir liked the king very much, even more than toffee.Of course, the good friend Sixiang is an exception, but Sixiang's heartbroken guy has completely climbed the wall and joined the team of Toffee, and is outside all day. Mi O'Neil wants to stay with Sixiang for a while and has to apply in advance.

The king is different, Hulk was born specifically for wizards.

The dormitory was quiet, Leon hadn't arrived at school yet.

"You'd better not run to Durmstrang this semester," Heimdall felt sorry for the master running around. "I have to teach and compete, so why not live in Heideggerack, where the environment is good."

Victor placed a kiss on his hair, "I know my body well, I won't force myself if I can't bear it."

Heimdall looked at him for a while, "Okay, I will be in charge of watching you then."

That is to say, he will continue to live in the castle with Dapapa and Xiaomi this semester.

Victor squeezed his hand.

Someone knocked on the dormitory door, and a student from the same grade stuck his head in from the half-open door.

"Sturluson, the headmaster is looking for you."

"what's up?"

"It seems to be related to the teaching evaluation," the student at the same grade saw the master's eyes brighten, and ran in three steps at a time. "Brother, sign for me!" He said, unbuttoning the wizard's robe, revealing the inside cyan crew neck shirt. "Sign here, sign bigger!"

Teaching Evaluation? !Professor Karkaroff has been thinking about upgrading Durmstrang's teaching evaluation for so many years.

Heimdall put down the things in his hands and said, "I'll go to the principal's office first."

"Go, go~" The student at the same level waved his hand.

Victor and Heimdall looked at each other, and then smiled at each other.