HP's Foreign Land

one,

Another day at breakfast time, the students were still distributed around the cafeteria according to their grades. The first and second students were laughing and joking; Snake mental illness broke out, and the spirit was extremely unstable... All in all, the collective life is colorful and fun.

Apart from being oppressed by graduation and homework recently, Carlo and the others seem to have found something different to pursue—waiting for the owl letter.

In fact, it's not waiting for the mail, but the crooked floor pays attention to the messenger who delivers the letter.Just like now, Carlo, who has confirmed the current time, looks up excitedly with Ryan, who is not worried about graduation, after the first owl flies into the cafeteria on time.

Heimdall is no stranger to his joy in the midst of suffering, and now until the end of the graduation exam, anyone who stumbles or chokes on eating will be taken for fun one by one, and all the seventh graders are entering the maddening sprint stage.Heimdall originally muttered a few words, but he didn't expect Mr. Carlo to become more and more courageous, and Chairman Strulusson was willing to bow down.

"Here we come!" Carlo yelled, his eyes widened, as if looking forward to it.

Lian yelled and yelled together, with his vivid expression and excellent acting skills, people who didn't know would think they had witnessed an asteroid hit the earth...

It was a big bird with a strange shape. It was covered with shiny black feathers. The most attractive thing about its body was its golden beak. Its slender claws looked very sharp. There was a circle above Heimdall, and the sharp claws narrowly brushed Heimdall's hair several times, giving people the illusion of being threatened.

Carlo's face immediately changed. The previous strange messengers were not as tingling as this one.

The strange bird didn't know anything about the changes below, and flew away calmly after completing the circle.

Leon looked at Heimdall, "Or that 'uninvited' pen pal?"

Heimdall nodded, threw the letter aside, and buried himself in the history of magic homework.The "pen pal" in Leon's mouth is the writer of the anonymous email that arrived with Professor Snape's letter, let's call it a pen pal.This pen pal, who Heimdall speculates to be a British wizard, seems to be very enthusiastic about writing letters. Heimdall has not replied to a single letter so far, but this is the fifth letter from the other party.

"Is there still no clue?" Leon asked.

"I don't want to know," Heimdall said.

The easiest way is to ask Professor Snape by letter. If it arrives with the professor's letter, I believe the professor will not be unaware.But inexplicably, he didn't want to understand the reason deeply, and he even had the idea that once it got on it, he couldn't get rid of it.Considering the current situation, Heimdall thinks he's troubled enough and it's not his style to trouble himself.

Most importantly, the professor didn't mention the anonymous letter in the letter. Heimdall felt that this was a tacit understanding between him and Snape, so he kept the status quo and waited and watched.

"If you need to tell me anything," Leon said.

"Need?" Heimdall didn't turn the corner for a while.

"I have a newly developed poison here. Applying it on the letter paper may reduce the effect. I don't think you intend to kill people with one hit, so the effect is quite ideal." Leon is full of confidence in his own potion.

"...Thank you, I don't need it for now." Heimdal paused. "How do you sell the poison? How much is the friendship price?"

Leon compared a number without changing his expression, and Heimdall immediately gave him a lifeless sideways glance.

After finally finishing the history of magic, Heimdall drank pumpkin juice and found that there was still time left before class. He thought for a while, put down his glass, took out his wand, and opened the letter.He dared not be negligent about the letter from this passionate pen pal.

Unsurprisingly, the letter continued in the tradition of discussing academics, as if turning a blind eye to people and things outside of school.The other party talked about his past study experience, complained a few words about the harshness and sternness of the professor, and expounded his thoughts on magic... From these contents, it can be seen that the other party is a student with excellent grades and great talent.In addition, Heimdall could not see the school life of the other party in the letter. He seemed to be the only one in the whole school. concern.

He suddenly thought of a person, and lingered in his mind, until the author habitually added the sentence "May Salazar bless you" at the end of the letter, which proved that Heimdall's idea was not made out of nothing.

Really that person?Heimdall sighed, he was really afraid of what would happen. So far, I can't find anything that can be called pleasant in my recollection of that thrilling trip to the cemetery.

What is this guy up to?Why did you suddenly write to him?Isn't he going to "fight in the nest" with the Dark Lord to gain the final control?Are you still in the mood to make pen pals at such a critical juncture?Is the blessing at the end—for Slytherins, it must be the best blessing—is it an uncontrollable mistake, or a temptation with ulterior motives?Heimdall feels the latter is more likely.

Heimdall glanced at the Potions extra-curricular books that were spread aside, and a few questions in them made his head spin, and he had an idea in his mind.Since the other party has repeatedly played tricks on him, why take the initiative to poke it out, Chairman Sturluson has a lot of experience in pretending to be deaf and dumb.Heimdall took out ordinary letter paper from his school bag—high-end perfume paper to reply?Go dreaming! ——After flattening, I wrote my first letter back to my British pen pal at my desk.

"Leon."

"what's up?"

"What's the most discount you can give me for the potion?"

"Want it again?"

"Be prepared."

"What is the price in your heart?"

"Free gift."

"..."

two,

"Brother Lige, you look more and more handsome!" Little Hans looked surprised.

Mionnier believed it, and looked up at Heimdall's face, trying to find the basis for "becoming more and more handsome" from it, and wondered why his little friend was more perceptive than his son who was with him day and night.

Heimdall couldn't help but laugh, "Thank you, Mr. Boli, but I'm not Mionier's mother, so you don't have to pay attention to flattering my appearance every time you say hello."

"Will Mionier's mother be happy when I say that?" Little Hans obviously didn't know much about Mionir's family situation.

The old man's half-smile face flashed before his eyes.

Heimdall smiled and nodded, "Mionir's mother will be very happy, you can try in person next time."

Little Hans was encouraged to try it out.

"Xiaomi, this is mine." Little Hans opened the cage and took out a snow-white cat lizi.The big forehead is a bit funny, the whole body is covered with soft white hair, it looks smart and pleasant, and it will not be surprised when facing strangers. Surrounded by many advantages, the forehead is not so obtrusive.

Mionier muttered in amazement, and couldn't help but reached out and touched the fur on the cat's back. The animal companions at home are not so "spotless".Mionir felt very novel.

This cat raccoon is obviously white, why did the kid paint the cat raccoon black in the letter?For suspense?Heimdall was amused by Little Hans' "surprise".

With the help of Heimdall, Mionier shyly opened his cage and took out Bun.

Little Bread lay obediently in Mionir's arms, her long scaly tail swaying leisurely.

Little Hans immediately let out an exclamation.

"This is a Chimera?! Is this a Chimera?" Little Hans turned his head and grabbed his father's trouser leg and said cheerfully. "Dad, look, it's a Chimera!"

He is indeed the son of an educator. Even if he loves him a lot, he will never be merciless when it is time to instill it. He knows what a Chimaera should look like at such a young age. Heimdall only knew what a Chimaera should look like when he was 11 years old. It is estimated that the usual education is professional level.

Heimdall looked at Mionier, who was more naive and ignorant than Little Hans, and couldn't bear it after all. Xiaomi was only three years old, and the current enlightenment education is enough, so there is no need to add additional burdens to him.Anyway, after reaching the age of 11, they still need to receive systematic wizard education.Heimdall and Victor had discussed it and planned to develop Mionier's interest in painting. What made the master particularly happy was that Mionier was also very talented in music, and his sensitivity to staves surpassed that of an uneducated The chairman of the student union billions of light years.

Bringing the family pets out to play together is the theme of the two children's meeting today. This is their third face-to-face activity under the supervision of their parents.

Mionir has been admiring Little Hans Gun Gun for a long time, and finally saw it today. Little Hans never thought that Mionier's pet was actually a Chimera, so he was surprised, not to mention envious.The usual fondness for rolling was forgotten by the heartbroken master, and little Hans went straight around the bun, his eyes blinded by the twinkling light.

The two children sat on the grass and played with their animal friends, while whispering and talking about their own little secrets.

The father of the two children watched in silence until Hans Burley broke the silence with a packet of dessert.

"Thank you." Heimdall did not refuse the other party's kindness, and picked up a piece of brightly colored candy.

Mr. Burleigh unwrapped a lollipop and put it in his mouth.

The sharp-eyed little Hans immediately shouted, "Daddy ate my candy!"

"Also," Mr. Burleigh quickly lifted up the bag of snacks. "Papa brought you a lot, Hans will give you one, okay?"

Little Hans thought for a while, then nodded reluctantly.

"There's also millet. Daddy, don't eat too much, or your teeth will hurt." Little Hans ordered solemnly.

Mr. Bo Li was moved to tears, "Daddy only eats one."

Only then did Little Hans feel relieved and continue playing with Mionnier.

Mr. Burleigh calmly faced Heimdall's slightly playful gaze.

"I like to eat sweets, everyone in my family knows it, but as I get older, eating too much sugar is bad for my health, so it's rare to eat a little bit now." Mr. Bo Li said calmly.

Heimdall held back his laughter, Mr. Bo Li said that there is no silver 300 taels here.

not good for health? The "three highs" seem to be far less terrifying to wizards than the Muggle three highs. A certain headmaster in the UK is almost sweet, and the old headmaster is still in good health.

Heimdall put the mints into his mouth, and the next second his mouth was frozen, a layer of white frost formed on the skin of his lips, and wisps of white smoke were still coming out.Mr. Burleigh sucked on his lollipop and had no time to admire his silliness.The frost effect lasted for about half a minute, and half a minute later Heimdall covered his mouth and let out a breath.The frost effect is stronger than that of chili oil, and the tears are almost frozen out.

"Your principal didn't give you any assignments?" Mr. Burley said.

Heimdall opened his mouth slowly after his mouth slowed down, "It's arranged. Durmstrang's educational evaluation has stagnated, and the principal is more anxious than anyone else."

"I don't think you have done much." Bo Li pointed out.

"I'm always on the move."

"Oh?" Bo Li raised his eyebrows.

"Don't you think I was very kind to little Hans? I didn't stop Mionier from associating with him, and I didn't obstruct their friendship in the process."

"You mean you're pleasing me?"

"And have been working on it."

Bo Li laughed loudly, "Your flattery is too subtle."

"But it's not bad," Heimdall added, "I don't think it's bad."

Burley was noncommittal.

Heimdall waited until his mouth was completely clean, and said: "I will not give you a difficult problem. After all, you have your principles, and the Education Evaluation Conference has its own way of working. I don't think I can influence your decision, and then affect European education. Judgment of the evaluation conference. I was just wondering if you could reveal whether Durmstrang is expected to be honored to be a member of the educational evaluation record this time, and whether it is expected to go to the next level?"

Bo Li squinted and said, "Have you memorized these words for a long time?"

Heimdall was as noncommittal as he was before, and he didn't show the slightest anger of being offended.

"You go back and tell Professor Karkaroff that the European Educational Evaluation Conference is not something he can do as he wants. As a principal, the top priority is not to make the school famous, but to consider how to continue the work of teaching and educating people more perfectly. The millennium-year school history of Armstrong cannot be ruined because of his eagerness for quick success." Khabarov was slightly annoyed when he spoke, and the CPU upgrade of the German school has become Karkaroff's obsession. Khabarov resented school principals like Karkaroff.

Without Karkaroff's "quick success and instant benefit", Durmstrang would not even be able to step on the threshold of the European Education Evaluation Conference this year.Heimdall can't refute Burley's self-righteous criticism face to face at this time, and I believe Principal Karkaroff will understand his "acquiescence".

"Can I take your words to mean that Durmstrang is expected to break through the shackles of prejudice this time, be shortlisted for educational evaluation records, and get a fair evaluation?" Heimdall asked.

Mr. Bo Li was a little impatient with his intransigence, and Heimdall didn't back down under his staring eyes. Bo Li finally smiled helplessly, and Heimdall's emotions suddenly rose.

three,

Victor returned to school in the middle of the night again, and Heimdall left a light for him this time—on the side table by the door, the fireplace ignited a flame the moment he entered, and the room became brighter again point.

Victor saw through the firelight that the person who thought he should have fallen asleep was sitting at the desk by the window, the lamp on the desk was not turned on, and the black lamp was staring out of the window in a daze.

"Why didn't you sleep?" Victor asked in surprise.

Heimdall turned around, "You're back."

"What's the matter?" Victor walked quickly without taking off his cloak.

Heimdall let him touch it a few times to make sure he was safe and sound.

"I'm fine." Heimdall patted his hand.

Victor looked at it a few times worriedly before turning around and changing his clothes.

"Why don't you go to bed?" Victor asked, walking to the bed to look at his son.

Mionnier pouted in his sleep, holding a never-before-seen Maolizi doll in his hand.

"Professor Burleigh bought it for him." Heimdall explained.

"Mionir likes cats and raccoons?" Viktor looked like he couldn't put it down when he saw his son fell asleep.

Heimdall saw the little bun in front of the fireplace looking up, his eyes were still bright, as if he was not asleep, Victor's words made his eyes a little more aggrieved.Who would have thought that this girl is so sensitive and holds grudges.

Heimdall said calmly: "It's not like liking, at most it's just curiosity, and novelty comes and goes quickly."

Little Bread, who thought her little actions hadn't been discovered, lay back contentedly.

"Bernick had a kitten when he was a kid," Victor said.

"I heard you said that he was sent away later." Heimdall said.

"Cats and raccoons are not easy to raise. They are very clingy. If they are ignored for a long time, they will get angry and have a bad temper." Victor felt a little emotional.

"The one from Boli's family looks pretty cute, and I don't think it has a bad temper." Heimdall asked Hina to get some more food for Victor.

"How's the result today?" The master changed the subject.

"It's quite gratifying, Principal Karkaroff is very happy." In fact, he was overjoyed.

"How about you?" Heimdall said regretfully. "I should go to the scene to cheer for your team, but recently it's either this or that, and I can't find time."

"Study is the main thing. It's not yet the World Cup finals. It doesn't matter if you watch it or not." Victor expressed his understanding.

"I haven't congratulated you yet." Heimdall walked over and hugged Victor. "Congratulations to the Bulgarian team for qualifying first in the group and becoming one of the top 32 in this Quidditch World Cup."

Victor leaned down to kiss his browbone, then the bridge of his nose, and finally landed on his lips.Heimdall stretched out his tongue to draw the lines of Victor's lips, and Victor suddenly caught the tip of his mischievous tongue, passed over his teeth, and gradually invaded, and the kiss between the two gradually deepened.

When they finally parted, Victor raised his hand to support Heimdall's head, and kissed him heavily on the cheek and forehead.Heimdall looked at him with a smile.

"Are you free tomorrow?" Victor asked.

"I don't have class in the afternoon, I'm free." Originally, I planned to catch up on Potions in the afternoon, but the master was the big one.

"Will it not delay your study?" Victor hesitated again.

"It doesn't make a lot of difference to me now." Heimdall shrugged.

Victor kissed him again, "I'll take you to see Gan Lan."

Cabbage?

"The house-elf who worked for your grandfather?" Heimdall asked.

"that's it."

"It still refuses to leave Orion Village?"

"It's decided to work for me from now on," Victor said.

Heimdall asked curiously, "How did you convince it?"

"I don't remember," Victor said awkwardly. "Don't look at me that way, I really don't know, I just asked a few questions, and when asked what it plans to do in the future, it offered itself and asked if I still needed house-elves."

"How do you answer?"

"I was going to discuss it with you," Victor said solemnly. "Honey, it's all right for us to have another house-elf?"

"What are you going to give it's 'surname'? If it's Krum, we can discuss it ourselves; if it's Strulusson, then report to father first." Heimdall was meticulous.

"Krum."

"I think it can afford it, do I need to pay it?"

Victor shook his head, "Not all house-elves have the unique nerves of the house-elves in the Sturluson family. I'm afraid Ganlan can't stand it."

"Who said that?" Heimdall said disapprovingly. "Xina accepted it easily at the beginning."

Victor whispered in his ear, "Do you think Hina's nerves are normal? For a house elf, she has a very adventurous spirit." For ordinary wizard families, such a house elf is simply Apostasy.

Heimdall smiled and accepted his statement.

"Why didn't Gan Lan stay with your grandmother? After being discovered, she chose you?" Heimdall asked.

"I'm not very clear...Ganlan doesn't seem to be willing to mention grandma, although she didn't show any abnormality when talking about grandma." Victor frowned.

Old Mrs. Krum is really a failure. House-elfs are so cautious and wizard-like creatures don't like her. Probably at that time, her world could only hold Victor's grandfather, and she didn't care about everything other than her husband. false color.

"Does Ganlan know that you are no longer the heir of the Krum family? Maybe it will regret it in the future." Heimdall reminded.

"I've already told it, and it did hesitate, but in the end it chose me." Victor was a little surprised, but also a little proud.

There is nothing wrong with Gan Lan's choice after careful consideration. Compared with Mrs. Krum, the daughter-in-law, no matter who the future head of the family is, Victor will be Krum. There is no doubt about it.

"What does the Jankulowska curse say? Does it have the progress we need to know?" Heimdall asked.

"It gave me a key." Victor hesitated.

"From Gringotts?"

"I don't know yet. Gan Lan doesn't know anything about the origin of this key." Victor said with a headache.

Heimdall changed the subject, "I originally planned to go out of school tomorrow evening, since you have arrangements, it's just a matter of solving it together."

"Are you going out too? Do you have an appointment with anyone?" Victor asked.

"I'm going to see Professor Snape," Heimdall said.