HP's Foreign Land

It is said that every guest who enters the tavern will be held back by the owner and listen to him bragging about his bathroom, bragging is bragging, but he will not invite others to wash. If the two sons of the Krum family are not frequent visitors here, Not so generous, in other words, Heimdall has benefited from Victor.

The tavern owner was standing at the door of the sauna with a Muggle timer the size of an egg, and Heimdall couldn't figure out what it was for.Afterwards, the owner of the tavern said something to them, but Heimdall didn't understand. Then, he belatedly realized that it wasn't that he suddenly understood Bulgarian, but that they had been talking in Russian all the time.

Victor replied something, and the owner of the tavern showed a dazed expression, and said in Russian again, "Today is the lowest temperature day since winter."

Victor shrugged nonchalantly.Heimdall frowned in confusion, what do you mean?

The tavern owner raised the timer in his hand. "Do you still need this thing?"

"No." Victor said.

The tavernkeeper closed the wooden door.

The outermost room of the sauna room is very small, a dim chandelier that is not bright enough hangs above the head, a row of metal hooks for hanging clothes is nailed on the wooden wall, and two wide long benches are leaning against the wall.After taking off all the clothes on his upper body, Heimdall felt cold. The airtightness of the outer door was not up to standard, and the chilly wind blew in through the gaps from time to time.He looked at Victor, who didn't respond at all, his expression was normal and his hands and feet were quick.When Victor hooked up all his clothes and turned to look at him, Heimdall remembered to speed up.

Saunas are boring, just sit on a hot log and wait for your body temperature to rise.The sauna room is much brighter than the outside room, and the wooden boards on the walls are also very clean. The owner of the tavern pays great attention to maintaining his precious bathroom.

Nothing to do, only chat.Heimdall expressed his previous doubts: "Are the people in this village Russian immigrants?"

"Russian immigrants, and other countries," Victor said. "When the war broke out in the wizarding world, the Muggle world was also at war. In order to escape the war, the residents of the city began to migrate to the mountains. There were not only Bulgarian wizards and Muggles among them. The first refugees from outside Eastern Europe were From Russia, then Western Europe, Southern Europe, and the whole continent of Europa."

Heimdall exclaimed: "There were so many people living here? It's unimaginable..."

"The reason why the Muggles and wizards here can get along well is because of the emotions cultivated by supporting each other and sharing weal and woe." Victor sighed. "At that time, no matter wizards or Muggles, everyone had a very difficult time, and the harm of war to human beings was devastating."

Heimdall suddenly had an idea in his mind.He had seen a hand-painted map in that hall as big as Westminster Abbey before. Although he couldn't understand the text on it, he still remembered the shape of the map. He only knew it after asking Bernick briefly. The secondary map outlines the territory of the Krum family, that is, how much land their family owns in Rhodope.

very big.This is Heimdall's only and most direct feeling.If the information reflected on the map is accurate, then the refuge chosen by the European refugees at that time was not actually an unmanaged barren land. This land had its owner, and it belonged to Krum.

"Victor, the village we're staying in is built on your family's land, isn't it?"

"The village was owned by the government the year the war ended, and the land occupied by the village also belonged to the government," Victor replied. "But it was Krum's fault before that," he added.

Victor's words further confirmed Heimdall's thoughts.

Perhaps... Heimdall guessed, perhaps this was the reason for the unfortunate death of old Mr. Krum.Just imagine, when a war that almost involves all human beings breaks out, is there still a place on earth where we can sleep peacefully?However, one day, someone discovered that the Rhodope Mountains were uninhabited and inaccessible. In the eyes of the homeless and displaced people who were devastated by the war, it was undoubtedly a place like the Garden of Eden.In order to escape from hell, wizards and Muggles ran towards the paradise with their families.

The owner here chose to be silent and did not shut out the people.When the first batch of refugees entered his territory, he did not respond at all; when the second and third batch of refugees came one after another, he remained silent; At home, he still kept silent...

The old Mr. Krum's secret and non-reporting will inevitably anger the "power" who is just as powerful as he is in the sky, and it will only be a matter of time before he gets burned.There is no impenetrable wall in the world, no matter how secret it is, there will always be a day when it comes out.

Of course, this was all Heimdall's wild imagination, and he didn't dare to use his guesses to find a Krum for an answer.That's rubbing salt in someone's wounds.He is even more afraid of direct grandchildren like Victor.

With the rising body temperature along with the chaotic thoughts, Heimdall suddenly felt dark in front of his eyes and had difficulty breathing.

"Let's go out for a while." Victor pulled him up from the log. "I think you're going to pass out."

good idea.Heimdall nodded.

Before he walked out the door in a daze, Victor suddenly said to him, "Tie the bath towel around your waist."

Heimdall picked it up mechanically.

Victor sighed and bent down to tuck in the towel for him. "Ready?" he said, straightening up.

Heimdall directly pushed open the wooden door as a reply, and a gust of cold wind blew in his face, and he immediately let out a long and comfortable breath.

"How's the temperature?"

"very good."

At the same time as his body temperature dropped, Heimdall's mind was working again, and he stared at the woman standing in front of them with wide eyes.Nearly brown red hair, square face, ordinary facial features, but bright eyes, she looks like a straightforward woman.Heimdall looked down at the well-wrapped bath towel around his waist, and secretly thanked Victor for his "nosy", otherwise, he might be a hooligan.

Different from the awkwardness of a certain boy, Victor behaved very generously, chatting with the woman familiarly.She is the proprietress of the tavern, a true Bulgarian.

"Look at this child's delicate skin and tender flesh." After exchanging pleasantries, the brown-haired woman began to study the unfamiliar Heimdall. "It probably won't last a few minutes inside."

She really guessed it.Victor thought.

Heimdall pursed his lips. "Can you see that too?"

"Of course." The brown-haired woman smiled. "I knew it at a glance. Your first impression is that of a young master who has never suffered."

Heimdall was at a loss for words. In fact, he had nothing to refute. What Snow provided him was a relatively good life, and he really didn't suffer.

[This woman's eyes are quite vicious. 】

Facing the black cat that suddenly came into view, Heimdall almost yelled. 【Where did you go? 】 He asked loudly in his heart. [As a pet, don't you think you are too arbitrary? ! 】The black cat squatted in the snow, shaking its long tail. [I just wander around, this is the habit of animals, in order to better integrate into the environment. 】【Come on!What do you think you are?lion?Or a tiger? ] Heimdall sarcastically said. [You don't need to expand your territory to gain more dictatorship, you are a cat, just remember to come into heat in spring. 】The black cat arched its back with a "meow", its hair all over its body pointed upwards, and it screamed loudly with its teeth and claws.

Heimdall looked around unhurriedly, and picked up a pine branch. When he shook the pine branch, the black cat suddenly became quiet, and its big violet eyes stared intently at the handful of dark green pine needles at the end. , the tail swayed left and right with the rippling of pine needles.

When it couldn't hold back anymore and jumped straight at the pine branch, Heimdall chuckled softly. "After the beginning of spring, don't forget to find a beautiful girl for yourself. Of course, connotation is also very important." He dropped the pine branch and said softly.

The black cat lay motionless on the branch, until Heimdall walked back to the sauna, it didn't raise its head and make a sound.

"When did you start keeping pets?"

"Last semester."

***

After finishing the sauna, they went to the further room for the next step - taking a bath or shower.The tavern owner's sauna room has been simplified. The real Russian-style steam room is more complicated than this, and there are more steps. Russians have regarded bathing as a pastime and entertainment, and they like to wash and have fun when they have nothing to do.

The pool is made of stones, and the water temperature is not high, so it is more comfortable to soak.White water vapor filled the entire cabin, and even the transom glass above the wall was covered with a layer of white mist. The mist covered part of the natural light, and the light became dense and hazy.

Leaning against the stone wall of the pool, Heimdall said in awe, "What did you eat to grow up?" He poked the muscles on Victor's arms with his fingers, and even squeezed them curiously.

"I didn't start like this," Viktor grabbed the mischievous hand, and the way Heimdall twitched his shoulder blades reminded him of the way the cook at Bernick's family deboned an elbow. "I was very thin when I was a child." When he found that the boy still wanted to continue his research, he simply put the hand that was about to move under the water.

"That's why I wanted to find out your secret." Heimdall became even more curious after hearing what he said. "How did you grow up to be so big?"

"Exercise," Victor said. "And potions."

"What potion?"

"As long as it can strengthen the body."

Heimdall frowned. "Sounds like he ate a lot."

"It's a lot. At that time, I almost ate potions for food."

"why?"

"In order to let me have enough physical strength to fight the pain."

"I'm sorry..." Heimdall said hesitantly. "I don't quite understand. Do you mean you have ever suffered from any disease?"

Victor fell silent, and Heimdall thought he didn't want to talk more, and planned to say something else to change the subject, but at this moment he suddenly said: "I used to have the possibility of getting sick."

***

Victor's mother, Ana Rumelia Klum, was ill, her illness was documented, and it was a "relic" left to her by her ancestors.

Unlike the family genetic diseases in the Muggle world, most of the family medical histories in the wizarding world evolved from magical injuries or magical animal injuries.A certain generation of ancestors left the root of the disease for some reason, and the root of the disease will be hidden in his blood and develop from generation to generation, eventually forming permanent damage that can no longer be cured.Magical damage and magical animal damage are not incurable, as long as they are treated properly, they can be completely eradicated.However, not all physicians in the wizarding world have outstanding medical skills and benevolent hearts.

The wizarding world's avoidance of family genetic diseases is like Muggle's fear of AIDS.No one likes to admit that there is something wrong with them.

There was no sign of genetic disease in Mr. Lumelia's generation. When he rashly thought that the family medical history was finally over in him, his daughter Anna showed obvious symptoms, and the severity was more severe than that of the previous generation.No wizarding family is willing to accept a girl with a genetic disease as a daughter-in-law. This is a joke about their own offspring.Seeing that their daughter has reached the age to discuss marriage, the couple are very anxious.

Coincidentally, the eldest son of the Krum family has also reached the age of marrying a wife. The Rumelia couple did not dare to expect extravagant expectations, but they received an invitation from Mrs. Krum. The content of the invitation was concise and clear. She wanted to see Lu Miss Millia.

***

Mrs. Krum devoted her entire life to the Krum family. Her husband died young, and the burden of life did not give her time to hide in bed and shed tears. In addition, her two sons were still young. In order to survive and for the children, she did not Ignoring the "goodwill" advice of her natal family-remarrying, she gritted her teeth and took on the burden of the family business, and shouldered the rise and fall of a family's honor and disgrace on the shoulders of a woman.

After the initial difficult time passed, everything began to go smoothly, and before I knew it, the eldest son Plov reached the age of marriage.As a mother, Mrs Krum certainly knew Plov, an honest man who was too meek.She doesn't smoke or drink, and her biggest pastime is walking and reading. In the past 20 years, she has never seen her son say a single harsh word, let alone swear.This was precisely what worried Mrs Kroom most.

Never let a girl who is too powerful come in.When Mrs. Crumb was looking for a partner for her eldest son, she made such an action plan.Sooner or later, I will delegate power to my daughter-in-law. If the daughter-in-law is too powerful, Pulov will definitely not be able to suppress it. After a hundred years, the family will not be turned upside down.

The Krum House, which had finally been propped up, could not be allowed to collapse from her hands.

By a coincidence, Mrs. Crumb heard something about Anna, the young lady of the Lumelia family. People who met her praised her for being knowledgeable, well-educated and gentle--both well-bred and well-bred can be called an excellent marriage partner.

Mrs. Krum doesn't care that Anna is just the daughter of a businessman. Rumelia has a good reputation in the industry. Although she is just an ordinary small family, Mrs. Krum believes that Anna must be taller than those with eyes higher than the top and nose up to the sky. The daughter of a wealthy family is much cuter.Most importantly, she will not rely on her strong family background to make trouble.

After much deliberation, Mrs. Crumb sent Mr. Rumelia an invitation, concise and earnest.From the moment the letter was sent, she began to look forward to the day of the meeting.