HP's Foreign Land

They left the "palace" and walked into the white pine forest again.Heimdall couldn't help but feel a sense of relief once he left the exquisite but depressing luxury house, which was very stressful to live in.The temperature in the mountains is a bit low, but no one is wearing a thick warm cloak. Krums are used to this climate, and after Heimdall has withstood the test of the ice and snow in Durmstrang, ten degrees below zero is for him. It's just mediocre.

Moving forward along a clearly visible forest path, the Rhodope Manor was left behind by everyone and became more and more distant until it was completely submerged in the dense forest after a big turn and was never seen again.Along the way, Daisy held Heimdall's hand, and the intimacy she showed was beyond Heimdall's imagination, because they had never met before.

"Where are we going?" Heimdall couldn't help asking.

Bernick, who had been walking in the front, turned his head and said loudly: "Go home." The words contained pride and urgency that could not be ignored.

"Which home do you want to go to?"

"Go back to my house!" He suddenly yelled and started to run.

At the end of the path is a small two-story wooden house.The walls are painted almost white, and pink and red flowers are fluttering in the wind in the flower pots on the windowsill. Obviously, magic has made them forget the common sense that they should sleep in winter and sprout in spring.There are large windows on the walls, the room is very bright, and the burning fireplace makes the room very comfortable and warm.The interior is as inviting as the exterior.

Daisy couldn't wait to drag Heimdall to the fireplace. A colorful tapestry hung on the wall above the fireplace. "That's a blanket I wove myself." She announced happily.

"Very beautiful." Heimdall was no fool, of course he knew what she wanted to hear.Also, the blanket was really well knitted.

Daisy smiled, she was very happy, this praise made her very happy.

Bernick kicked off his wet shoes and sprinted around the room with his bare feet. Hearing their conversation, he suddenly regained his energy. "Mom, don't I have to say good things about this blanket this month?!" Bernick suggested enthusiastically, "I can't make it up anymore, just right, if you let Rigg play it, he will definitely be able to make a better one." More, better, and sweeter compliments." As you can imagine, he didn't escape fast enough this time, and his mother grabbed his ear and twisted it severely.

"You are here as a guest at the invitation of my son, so you are our guest. You can live here with peace of mind this holiday." Daisy said.

When Heimdall heard this, he immediately looked towards Victor. The latter was talking to his uncle, and he didn't seem to notice it.Heimdall rubbed his nose. Anyway, it was Krum, and the result was the same. Thinking of this, he nodded willingly.

"What a good boy." Daisy couldn't help kissing and hugging him. "I'll show you to your room." She took Heimdall's hand and went upstairs.

The wooden stairs creaked under their feet, with unglamorous marble and exquisitely carved handrails. On the wall next to the stairs were enchanted photos of members of the Kroom family. Taking pictures, and a lot of unfamiliar faces also participated in it.

They stopped in the middle of the stairs, and Daisy pointed to one of the dark gold square photo frames engraved with the Strulusson family crest and said, "The one in the middle is Margaret."

This is a photo of the three sisters.At that time, they were all young, with elegant robes, long flowing hair, slim and graceful figures, and bright faces that had not been dyed by the world.Margaret is not the tallest of the three sisters, but she has the calmest eyes among the three sisters. I don’t know how the person who took this photo felt at the time. Heimdall felt that her slender body could not fit her Soul, her eyes reveal too much...

Daisy's fingers slid to the one on the far right. "This is the second sister, Eliza, who married an Englishman."

Heimdall nodded to show that he knew: "I have met Mr. Ossam Dalton a few times."

"Second sister is different from me." Daisy thought for a while and then said, "It should be different from many people in our family. I mean her behavior style. She thinks that the time has come, as a woman, she should get married and have children , so she did it. Her marriage to Dalton is not so much a union between a man and a woman, but rather a merger to do business..." Daisy expressed her incomprehensible confusion. "Anyway, it gives me the feeling that it is completely modeled."

Heimdall blinked, looked at her and said, "Aren't people's marriages like that now?"

"Really?" Daisy asked.

"Big families realize the strategy of joining forces and sharing weal and woe through marriage." Heimdall curled his lips. "And the most important point is for blood."

Daisy said amusedly, "Durmstrang started teaching this in the first grade now?"

Heimdall jokingly said: "Actually, I wanted to skip a grade, but the school asked me to be more disciplined."

***

The room was not big, but it was very comfortable. This size reminded Heimdall of the small bedroom in the alley where the wall was falling with dust. Of course, it was much cleaner and tidy than that.A small wardrobe, two chairs, a small round table, a bedside table and a large bed.The comforter on the bed looks fluffy and colorful.

The luggage had already been put into the closet, and when Heimdall took two steps closer to the closet, the full-length mirror on it suddenly said to him, "Honey, you look great!"

Heimdall replied reflexively: "Thank you, you look beautiful too."

The mirror suddenly screamed, "Oh, what a polite kid, I like polite kids, are you taking this room? Great, so we can..."

The following words were locked in the door, and the moment the mirror called out, Daisy dragged Heimdall out of the room and closed the door heavily.

"Don't follow it." Daisy warned him solemnly.

Back downstairs again, the hostess here began to make people aroused——

"You two young people, what do you look like when you are bored at home, and you still don't take our guests out for a walk?"

Afterwards, two young Mr. Krum and a young Mr. Sturlusson made a Floo trip using an unused fireplace in a room. Thankfully, the fireplace from which they started was clean and the landing point was just piles Burn wood without soot.

After walking out of the fireplace, Heimdall found that it was a tavern, the business was very light, there was no one at the bar, four old men were playing poker around the table, the waitress was sitting on a corner chair and dozing, with a half-turned book on her lap Magazine.

Heimdall also noticed that two of the four poker men had shotguns beside them, and they were also wearing hunting attire and leather hats on their heads. Wizards don't use guns, according to the wizarding community. According to the Animal Protection Regulations, you will be held accountable for killing magical animals at will, and if the circumstances are serious, you may be sent to prison...

"You're finally back!" One of the hunters immediately came over and patted Bernick on the shoulder the moment he saw him. "A few days later, the hunting deadline that the government has delegated will pass."

"Shouldn't the mountain be closed yet?" Bernick said cheerfully. "Your government is too stingy. When you hit a few birds, you have to restrict this and that."

The hunter laughed. "I'm getting impatient with those birds. In fact, I want to see the dragon you mentioned more." He touched the shotgun in his hand, fascinated. "Don't know what me and my old buddies can do."

"Give up! Dragons are protected animals in the wizarding world, and they are just as cherished as your world's first-class endangered species. If you really meet them, the rescuers will definitely just wait by and watch you burn Cheng Heitan, just type up a casualty report and hand it in, since you are just a Muggle, the result is very likely to be cleared, and then nothing will happen."

The hunter was not frightened, but still obsessed with it. "At least I've seen a dragon, and it's worth dying for."

Bernick rolled his eyes, and the others laughed.

Heimdall looks to Victor, seeking an explanation. "they are……"

"Muggles," said Victor.

"Yes, we are the Muggles that you say don't know magic." Another hunter took a big sip from the bottle and smiled nonchalantly. "Do you know what we call you?"

Heimdall shook his head.

"A juggler." The hunter said, and the other two people at the card table nodded.

"It's not meant to be insulting. In fact, we have called each other this way for nearly a century." The person in charge of the tavern said.

The drinking hunter looked at Heimdall and said, "This young master looks unfamiliar, it's his first time here."

"He's a guest at our house," Bernick said. "Come to our house to play during the holidays."

"If you don't go, it will be dark," the hunter put down the wine bottle, grabbed his shotgun and walked out. "I don't want to delay any longer." He muttered dissatisfied. "This year's forest is not as good as last year. Many animals changed their trajectories because of fright. I hate international ski competitions."

"Is there going to be another ski competition this year?" Bernick followed and walked out.

"For entertainment, but also to make money." Another hunter replied.

When he reached the door, Bernick looked back at his cousin, "Victor." He hesitated.

"Remember, Rigg is actually my guest." Victor said meaningfully.

"Oh, then I'm relieved." Bernick smiled and left behind the hunter.

The "abandoned" Heimdall looked at the four-to-two poker table and asked hesitantly, "What are we going to do next?" Playing poker?

"Is this your first time here?" said the bearded tavern owner.

"Yes," Heimdall looked at Victor and then at him. "Do you have any suggestions?"

"Then go take a shower." The owner of the tavern offered this proposal.

While the master was messing around with his self-satisfied steam room and bathroom built with local materials, Heimdall said strangely: "Has the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic never interfered? These Muggles know about the wizarding world."

Victor replied: "Wizards and Muggles have been living here for a century. This village is located in a remote mountainous area. Muggles and wizards rarely come here, except that the royal hunting ground over there will hold some Muggle activities. , other areas are hardly open to the outside world. In fact, the wizarding world has taken precautions and tried to erase the memory of all the Muggles here, but this will not only rearrange the lives of the Muggles who have lost their memories, but also affect the local area. The life of a wizard is like this tavern. Its main source of customers is Muggles. Once it loses its customers, it will have no source of income. If there is no source of income, the owner of the tavern will have to apply for government subsidies, and the Ministry of Magic will allocate funds to these unemployed ...Maybe this extra expense made the Ministry of Magic feel that the gain was not worth the loss, and after finding out that the local Muggles were indeed harmless, they turned a blind eye. But they will send commissioners to investigate every once in a while, so as to take precautions."

Seeing Heimdall's dazed expression, Victor smiled and said, "Do you think it's absurd?"

"This should be considered a special case, and it is a rare special case in the world." Heimdall said. "It's really good to live in peace and harmony, provided that we understand each other."

"It's quite difficult to understand each other," Victor agreed.

"Okay, you can wash up now." The owner of the tavern shouted cheerfully.