HP's Foreign Land

one,

Mionier ran back, Yuanyuan's face was covered with sweat, and he carefully handed over the hat in his hand to Heimdall, and asked Xiao Papa to keep it for him.The little friend not far away called his name again and again, and Mionier immediately responded, turned around and ran back.

Heimdall, who was about to tell him something, was left behind, against the lively background, with a lonely and cold expression on his face.

This weekend, Heimdall took Mionnier to take a carriage to Belgium from Emerald Village outside the Durmstrang Mountains. After they arrived in Belgium, they did not leave immediately. Instead, they went to the Wizard Theater to watch a show similar to "Alice A children's play of "Sleep in Wonderland".Mionir has forgotten about the all-powerful gingerbread man, and his bedtime reading is Mischievous Charizard.

Heimdall originally planned to start again after watching the show, but on the way to watch the play, he found that the show ticket came with a discount coupon for the store inside the theater-this was revealed to him by a lady next to him. The two stayed in the theater store for about half an hour, and Xiao Papa got his wish and bought several children's books that he had been wanting to supplement for Mionier. What is exciting is that they are all lower than the market price.

Heimdall put on a peaked cap with the image of a small charizard in "Naughty Charizard" for his son, and satisfactorily boarded the sky horse carriage to the Netherlands, where the annual wizarding frontier fair was being held at the border between Belgium and the Netherlands .

When the father and son got out of the car, they saw Rommel and Snow walking towards them. Snow smiled and hugged Mionir, and Baby Xiaomi hugged the little grandpa's neck affectionately.

"You're late." Rommel's tone was not accusatory.

Heimdall recounted the previous itinerary, and Snow interjected, "Have you enjoyed yourself?"

Mionier nodded, and kept turning his head to show off the hat on his head. The fire-breathing dragon on the brim flapped its wings vividly.

Rommel bit his pipe again, what else could he say!

Snow walked in front holding Mionnier, Heimdall and Rommel followed behind, loud shouts could be heard from beside him from time to time, owls were rampaging above his head, pets were unscrupulous under his feet, and there were enchanted objects Shuttle back and forth, interspersed with the curses of wizards who were affected by bird droppings, tripped over by pets, or hit by objects, the noise and busyness was comparable to that of the most trafficked Wizard Street.The stalls on the periphery of the fair are all grocery store-style stalls. The things they sell are not fashionable, but the price is close to the people. If you want to buy novelty, fun or priceless things, the central area can meet your needs.

Mionir was attracted by the elf in the cage, showing his teeth and claws. Snow stopped to let him have a look, and the shrewd boss accompanied him to show his hospitality.

Rommel and Heimdall stopped in front of a shop selling flowers.

"Where's Krum?" Rommel said.

"With his grandmother," Heimdall took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. "Probably heading for Brussels now."

"The old woman is willing to go out?" Rommel expressed surprise.

"I don't think she'd like it very much."

Rommel was silent.

Heimdall quickly told the story.

Rommel teased, "Aren't you afraid that she will be furious because you broke your promise? Your Victor will suffer."

"I said that I will not let Mionir see her, but I will not stop her from seeing Mionir. The legs are on her body, and I cannot restrain them." Heimdall picked up a bouquet of flowers. "But I can restrain myself, as long as she can find Mionier, it doesn't matter if we meet."

"But you never thought of meeting her in the first place," Rommel said.

Heimdall just smiled.

"Where's your Victor? Aren't you afraid that the old woman of the Krum family will anger him?"

"Victor would rather see my relationship with Mrs. Krum so bad than anyone else. He knows what I mean, and he never interferes with my decisions. He doesn't even say a good word for his grandmother. So I did not categorically reject Old Mrs. Krum's request to see Mionier. Victor was brought up by the old lady, and his feelings for her cannot be measured. Victor is happy to be by my grandmother's side 'Toss', he needs this process, it will make him feel better."

In his previous life, Heimdall received the edification of filial piety first. This kind of thinking is deeply rooted. No matter how miserable the elders in the family are, they cannot completely deny each other.Heimdall didn't want to make it difficult for Victor. After much deliberation, he could only continue to be a "wicked person"—to be honest, this "wicked person" Heimdall does not reject being a 1-year-old.The master is willing to be "bullied" by him.

Rommel stretched out his hand to hook Heimdall's neck, and kissed him on the forehead.

Dad seldom made intimate gestures outside, Heimdall was a little embarrassed, and put the flowers back in his hand.

"Sir, don't you like our flowers?" The girl who looked at the shop had already looked at Heimdall, seeing that Heimdall didn't seem to want to buy them, and hurriedly sold them.

Heimdall had no intention of buying it at all, and picked up the bunch of flowers when he was absent-minded.

He shook his head.

The little girl looked very disappointed, and turned to look at Rommel, who seemed to have strong purchasing power.

"Sir, don't you want to buy a bouquet for your lover? The fair is held once a year, and it's a rare opportunity." He said as if the whole of Europe would be out of flowers after the fair.

However, Sturlusson and his son didn't pay attention to whether there were flowers or not, but were shocked by the girl's "brain supplement".

The father and son looked at each other, and Rommel was the first to laugh.

The little girl thought that her suggestion had touched Rommel, and quickly introduced the dazzling array of flowers in the shop with great energy.

"No..." Heimdall was about to tell the truth when Rommel blocked him.

"It seems that I am still very young in the eyes of others." Rommel whispered in Heimdall's ear.

It turns out that Dad is proud of this!

Heimdall said: "How do you know she didn't flatter you on purpose, just to get you to buy more?!"

"So what, isn't flattering customers one of the elements of doing business?"

He actually looked considerate, which showed that Chairman Strulusson was indeed very comfortable being complimented.

Their intimacy made the little girl show an extremely ambiguous smile.

Even jumping into the Rhine can't clean it up now.

Heimdall touched his face, no, it is said that his appearance is dignified and upright, and he is not attractive at all, otherwise IW's interview would not be so smooth.But why, as soon as he interacted with a certain man or woman a little more, people who didn't know thought they were having an affair?

Just as Heimdall was making up his mind, Rommel had already boldly bought a bouquet of expensive white roses under the surprised eyes of the little girl, and turned around and stuffed them into Heimdall's arms.

"Don't lose it, I don't accept any excuses for losing it, or you'll be spoiled for choice!"

Heimdall burst into tears, for the praise of a "younger", he even threatened him, what he picked up was what he picked up...

The head of the room said angrily: "He is my father!"

While the little girl was astonished, her gaze towards the two changed drastically.Judging by that expression, it seems that the imagination is overdone, and Heimdall's unnecessary actions have become darker and darker.

Rommel laughed, and left there with his bitter son.

Snow saw the rose in Heimdall's hand, and at the same time noticed that his brother's mood seemed happier than before.

"What's going on? Why is Rommel so happy?" Snow asked.

Heimdall stuffed the roses into the backpack by magic. He didn't answer Snow's question, and after glancing at Rommel, he said nothing.

"Do you need a reason to be in a good mood?" Rommel smiled and smoked his pipe.

Twenty minutes later, with the encouragement of adults, Mionier stepped into the play area for wizard children.He went from dazed, to active participation, to making friends.From that moment on, the little papa became an off-site decoration, and Mionier and his friends happily climbed up and down in the game area.

Although a little lonely, Xiao Papa is very happy that Mionier has made new friends, and his son needs more contact with his peers.After all, animal companions are not human beings. Durmstrang's youngest student is eleven years old, and he can't play with him.

Rommel dismissed his younger brother who was going to go around more, sat on a chair outside the game area, called out the house elves, and confidently proposed that the organizer should provide free drinks for the rest of the visitors and other such suggestions.Heimdall didn't know how he negotiated with the organizers. When he was sure that Mionnier would not hurt himself playing in the game area, and returned outside the game area with his son's hat, an empty table appeared on the table. Two cups of steaming coffee.

It is worth mentioning that coffee appeared on other tables one after another, and most of the resting wizards were surprised.

Rommel took a sip of his free coffee, which was not satisfactory.

"Why does Mrs. Krum want to see Mionier?" Rommel forgot to ask just now. Whenever the old lady of Krum's family is involved, Chairman Struluson's brain will start an automatic blocking program.

"In order to ask her some past events that she doesn't want to recall."

two,

Victor spent more than half a month with Mrs. Krum without any results, and Mrs. Krum's limited patience was quickly exhausted.Her self-righteousness and lack of repentance accelerated the rate of consumption.

The character of the old lady has long been fixed. It is better to let nature take its course if you pin the hope of improvement on her. She is selfish and mean to people outside her family. It may be very happy to be her family, but it will be a headache for those who are not recognized by her.Heimdall has suffered a few times and has a deeper understanding of her stubbornness, so he no longer fantasizes.

Although the old Mrs. Krum was furious because of her repeated attacks, she was not willing to get angry at her grandson who had grown up with her since she was a child. As I said earlier, she protected his shortcomings, and the fault naturally fell on the culprit.Heimdall accepted all her accusations. He was the one who came up with the idea this time. He would be happy to see this matter through to the end. To put it bluntly, he will lead the old lady around until she lies in the grave. that day.

Want to meet Mionnell?All right, as long as you have fate.

Victor is his own grandson. Although his grandmother has a bad record in treating Heimdall, he will not or is not allowed to openly contradict and doubt his grandmother, and he does not want himself to doubt, but in the end he still monitors his grandmother in private. Every move prevents her from becoming angry and making irreversible decisions.

Rommel did not believe that Mrs. Krum still had any credibility at all. He was decisive and frank in protecting his son and grandson.

The old Mrs. Krum competed with Heimdall thoroughly. She didn't do anything out of the ordinary, but she was more urgent than ever to see her great-grandson.People have hope, people are energetic, their brains are alive, and their voices have become louder. The two sons who go home from time to time to fulfill their filial piety, and the old lady who loves to lose her temper and has a loud voice, have been sprayed many times. Dear The son couldn't stand it either.The second son's family seldom hang out in front of the old lady in the past two years, and the less troubles they see, the younger son is happy and relaxed.The eldest son Plov is the main target of the old lady. She can't do anything with Heimdall, why can Plov also do nothing about him? !

"Your son married him, and you are his father. Why don't you let him send Mionier home?" The old lady hated that iron cannot be made into steel.

"Mionir is a child of the Stulusson family. Rommel didn't say anything, why did I speak?" The unreasonable old lady made Plov physically and mentally exhausted.

Seeing the aggressive expression of the old lady, Plov closed his eyes. Why didn't his mother find out that she was the only mistress left in Rhodope Manor.

"How could Mionier be a child of the Strulusson family?" The old lady was furious. "That's obviously Victor's child!"

"Mionir is the child of Victor and Rieger." Ploof was categorical.

"What does the child have to do with Sturlusson? Mionnier looks like Victor's seed!" The old lady was refreshed at this point. "Somewhere a woman must have given birth to him. Where is the mother of the child now?"

"You don't know how Mionir came here?" Plov once hinted that he believed that Mrs. Krum understood at that time, and the disgusted eyes that followed were still fresh in his memory.

The old Mrs. Krum didn't believe Plov's statement, so how could a child like Victor be such a disgusting thing...

"I'm sorry, mother, I can't do it," Plov said wearily. "I don't have the face to tell my children that Mionier is brought up by your side. I can't say it. I advise you to get rid of it. It's true that Mionier is your great-grandson, but his surname is Stulusson. If you are not afraid of offending Longmei You can try to negotiate with Rommel yourself."

The old lady cursed, "Why are you so useless, you are the future head of the Krum family!"

"Bernick is the heir of the Krum family, I'm sorry to say that - after you leave, the head of the Krum family is Vidin!"

The old lady stared and remained silent for a long time. Pulov was a little apprehensive but still bravely looked back at his mother's censure. Vidin, who was watching all this, sighed quietly.

three,

The late Sergey Krum had a house-elf who served him since he was a child. Victor was very surprised when he heard the news. He had never seen this house-elf named Ganlan, so he never I thought that there might be such a person by my grandfather's side—of course, but unfortunately I didn't realize it all the time.

"Where is Ganlan now?" Heimdall asked.

"Not very clear." Victor shook his head.

"Is it still alive?"

"Hope is alive."

Faithful house-elves martyrdom is not common, but not unprecedented.However, martyrdom usually occurs when the owner has no family members. Mrs. Krum should be the second service object that Ganlan takes care of after Sergey.

"I'm pretty sure Granny's house-elf wasn't called Gullan," Victor said.

"Who told you there was such a house-elf?" Heimdall asked.

"Grandpa's lawyer said."

"The one in charge of revising the will?" Heimdall had heard of it.

"I don't know where he learned that I have been tracking down the follow-up progress on the curse. He thinks that the curse is not true. Although he made it clear that he doesn't appreciate grandma, he still thinks that the curse is someone's malicious slander on grandma, because at that time There are plenty of women who want to be Mrs Crum."

"He has integrity," Heimdall said.

"Relatively upright in certain things." Victor showed a meaningful expression. "He was famous when he was young, and famous lawyers usually have nothing to do with selflessness."

"You're a bit cynical." Heimdall grinned.

Victor didn't deny it.

"What are your current plans?" Heimdall asked.

"A Quidditch match." Victor raised his eyebrows.

There are a total of 205 member countries that have joined the Quidditch League all over the world. This year, 202 national (regional) teams signed up for the Quidditch World Cup qualifiers.The qualifiers are to compete for the qualifications to enter the Quidditch World Cup finals, that is, to become one of the top 32.

The defending champion Bulgaria just happened to meet the reform of the competition system and became the first champion after the implementation of the new competition system that had to participate in the competition and could not directly enter the final.

"The day after tomorrow is the last qualifier, I may play." Victor said.

"Based on the current results of the Bulgarian team, one out of 32 has no problem qualifying." Heimdall said enthusiastically.

"The coach proposed to us to strive for the first place in the group."

Heimdall sighed intentionally, "Your coach is really tossing. In order to train newcomers, divert the focus of everyone, and blur the judgment of the enemy, you deliberately lost the game, causing the fans of the Bulgarian team to complain. You also set new lows for your career, and almost got fired. Now It seems that the reason for the few games we lost, we won the first place already after winning all the way."

With a meow, the pod jumped down from the fireplace and landed on the king's head. The king slapped his paw angrily, and the pod jumped away lightly.

"Where have you been all this time?" Heimdall stared at the black cat that ran away from home in surprise.

[Turn around casually, will I still get lost in Durmstrang? ] Pod scoffs at Heimdall's fuss.

"Can't you say something before you leave?" Heimdall was very unhappy.

[It's not that I haven't left. ] Pod didn't quite understand why he suddenly became angry.

"Not as long as this time," the pod rubbed against Heimdall's pant leg, and Heimdall picked it up. "Remember to tell us when you go out in the future, lest we be frightened. Did you see the cat food bowl outside?"

When I mentioned this pod, I got angry, [What are you doing with so many pots outside? ] There is also a portrait of the pod on it, each pot is different, and it will even make a meow like a pod when it touches it, the pod feels old and ashamed.

Heimdall knew that the cat was thin-skinned, bad-tempered, and unforgiving, so he was very happy to see it embarrassed and upset.

"The mice in the school must know that you are lost. Let them help you find it. Mice can find things the fastest." Heimdall winked at the pod.There are toys that Pod usually likes to play with in the basin, and there is a smell of Pod on it.

No wonder the portraits in the castle have subtle expressions when they see it. Not only the portraits, but also the animals are whispering and pointing at it. It thinks it is suspicious, so the root cause is here!

The black cat was so angry that it wanted to scratch his face hard a few times.

Victor walked into the bathroom with the struggling toffee. The master asked the muddy toffee to choose between cleaning spells and water. After hesitating for a long time, toffee chose water.All magical animals resist magic reflexively.

After finishing drawing the talisman—the Potions homework assigned by Professor Laurent, Mionier threw down the small quill and rushed towards the pod.

"Pod!" Baby Xiaomi grabbed the black cat by the tail and hugged it.

The pods begin a new round of misery.

This baby especially likes to touch the tail of the pod. Although it doesn't hurt, the pod can't help but avoid it—just like a boy pulling a girl's braid. Every time he thinks that the black cat's avoidance is playing hide-and-seek with him, baby Xiaomi Have fun.

Heimdall watched them play for a while, then sat down at the desk.

Victor came out of the bathroom, followed by the brand-new toffee.Toffee looked haggard, lying lazily in front of the fireplace to recuperate.The master's gaze swept over, and the animals in front of the fireplace couldn't help but tremble.

His gaze moved to the ceiling as he raised his head.

"Xiao Ba." The master called his name.

"Little Ba is not dirty," the eight-eyed spider carefully moved behind the smaller chandelier, and emphasized again, "Little Ba is not dirty."

Victor said amusedly: "Don't take a hot shower, just rinse with cold water, I promise, you will get unexpected rewards after washing."

Xiao Ba thought for a long time. For a spider, it took an astonishingly long time to think.

"Little Ba, a gift." Xiao Ba obediently jumped down and landed beside Victor.However, the door of the bathroom still made it a little timid, and it took a while to linger before summoning the courage to climb in.

"Little girl, don't think I didn't see you." Victor slipped out the bun buried under the small rug at the door.

After hearing Victor's words, the struggling Bun stopped in frustration.

"Let Rig wash it for you in a while." Victor was always gentle with his "daughter".

Little Bread reluctantly accepted.

Rigg's charm was still great, and Victor let go of Bun.

Before walking into the bathroom, he asked casually, "What are you writing, dear?"

"write a letter."

"Who are you writing to?"

"Professor Snape," said Heimdall.