HP's Foreign Land

one,

On the breakfast table a few days later, Heimdall held up the newspaper in his hand, "Is there any money to be an image ambassador?"

In order to obtain the latest developments of Finland's application to host the Quidditch European Cup as soon as possible, the judge of Strulusson subscribed to Finnish newspapers that he could not understand at all, and talked with pictures every day.

Victor stared at the newspaper nonchalantly for a while, then said vaguely, "Probably."

Heimdall looks at him like that and he's sure the master doesn't remember this!

"What did Dad tell you?"

Because Bulgaria did not participate in the campaign to host the Quidditch European Cup this time, Viktor, a Bulgarian wizard, joined the Finnish campaign team without any worries.Heimdall has reason to believe that the old man was lured into it by his father's kinship card - the old man seems to be indifferent, but actually hopes that his father will accept him from the bottom of his heart. The so-called friendly sponsorship is the official explanation for saving money.

"How dare I ask Rommel for money." Victor asked him to leave it alone.

"Why are you embarrassed!" Heimdall insisted. "It's not a bad thing that hurts nature. Isn't it in line with the law of the market that you contribute to the Finnish Ministry of Magic? Are they going to make you a free labor force?"

"I don't think so," said Victor, who was more determined than Heimdall. "Tickets to matches and to official events should be free."

"My dear, although you are no longer number one, but as a world-renowned seeker who is still in the top ten in the league, you can refer to the rich rewards you have received for endorsement of broom companies. In other words, they represent Your current worth."

Victor understood that he was so serious that he was only afraid of losing himself, so he turned to Mionier who was concentrating on sucking the milk bottle in a happy mood: "Being an image ambassador for free is good for strengthening the image of being close to the people, not to mention that your grandpa will never sit idly by during the election and after the election, and even more so Don't let others bully your big daddy."

Mionier pouted his mouth and looked back blankly.

Judge Sturlusson bent forward in frustration, his face full of bullying: "Is it interesting to play with me? Don't tell me if you plan!" Do you want to exercise your brain cells in circles?He knew that his brain cells had eloped with the textbooks recently.

The master nodded seriously, "Interesting."

Heimdall dropped the napkin in his hand, got up and rushed around behind the master, the big and small fathers wrestled together, the scene was extremely lively, and from time to time there were hearty laughter and pretended to be vicious threats.

Mionir saw that the action of sucking the milk bottle became more intense, and when he finally exhausted the "indicator" early in the morning, the fight between big and small poops had come to an end, and it ended with the surrender of big poop.

Mionnier put down the bottle, didn't even have time to wipe his mouth, climbed off the baby chair, pounced on it, and hugged the little Papa's leg.Little Baba was unprepared, her knees were not strong enough, she bent her knees and fell to the ground, and Xiaomi fell on top of him.

Toffee and Bun made things worse, Xiaoba and Doudou also came to join in the fun...

The king nimbly grabbed Mionir by the back collar and dragged him away to prevent the delicate and weak milk baby from being affected.

After a while, Xiao Papa's screams sounded in the room.

Da Papa stayed away from the battlefield, sat back at the dining table, and picked up the Russian version of the "Voice of Eastern European Wizards" newspaper to read. Smiling knowingly at two photos taken from the same angle 20 years later, the headline of this issue reads: The Andrew Lange Shehu Shagari We May Have Forgotten This Time Bloated.

"Voice of Eastern European Wizards" is the second largest newspaper in Eastern Europe. Although it cannot be compared with "Carpathian Wizard Times", which has the highest sales volume, it has a relatively stable audience. The subscribers of "Voice of Eastern European Wizards" are mainly concentrated in middle-aged and elderly wizards, which is the beauty of Shagari's trick.

The "Carpathian Wizard Times" may be able to make more wizards know and understand Professor Lange to a certain extent. The memory of wizards in the region is the key to firing the first shot of the comeback.It's a two-pronged approach to awakening memory while adding a few sentimental touches. One of the contributors to the "We May Have Forgotten" column is a provocative veteran who just pokes at the tears of wizards and evokes the resonance of the age of destiny. It looks deliberately nasty.

Even Mr. Krum, who is not far from the middle age, knows that this article is the first step of "knocking mountains and shaking tigers". After reading "Andrew Lange You May Have Forgotten", he still can't help sighing. The main audience of an article will be more touched than him.

Victor put down the newspaper, turned around and found Heimdall lying on the ground like a boneless one—Mionir followed suit, the father and son commanded the black and white queen wizard chess to "bully" other chess pieces, and watched those poor chess pieces Fleeing around in the square inch of land imprisoned by magic.

"Rig."

"Huh?" Heimdall didn't look up.

"Jeanna may come to you these days."

Heimdall got up immediately, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Victor said lightly. "If she looks for you, try to find time to meet her."

"Jeanna is my friend, why would I deliberately let her get rejected? We have a strong relationship!"

According to Rangna, they are called "girlfriends".

Victor smiled.

two,

What a god.

Heimdall received an owl letter from Jeanne at noon that day, asking him to meet at any place, and the excitement was vivid on the paper.

Are all mothers-to-be like this?

In order to make Na's date, Heimdall canceled the plan to "press on people" at the gathering place of wandering wizards in Liechtenstein. The "shy" wandering wizard has not given an answer so far. Perhaps a few days of relaxation will give the other party enough to think about. time?

After the history of magic review class, Heimdall left school with his son and Pod, who was unwilling to be lonely, and went to the date.

Rangna set the date at the cold drink shop of the Blue Kapok Bookstore. In recent years, Blue Kapok has followed the trend and developed a variety of businesses that attract customers, and the cold drink shop is one of them.Although it can't compare with Florin's cold drink shop in Diagon Alley in terms of variety and taste, and can't catch up with other cold drink shops in the same town, the marketing method combined with books has won some praise for Blue Kapok.

Two people and one cat sat in the booth in the middle of the cold drink shop. When entering the shop, Heimdall gave the choice to his son. Mionnier scanned the half-full shop and chose to paint the picture of Charizard Baby without hesitation. Candy colored deck.Above the back of the sofa is a row of charizard young dragons in different poses and charmingly naive.With Heimdall's consent, he took off his shoes and stepped on the sofa, stroking the soft charizard dolls one by one.

This is one of the secrets of the blue kapok cold drink store’s success in attracting customers. It is linked with the bestsellers or recommended books in the bookstore, and the details of the layout stand out from each other. When you buy a book, you will get a discount coupon for the signature cold drink, or you can choose a book linked dessert in the cold drink store to get it. Book purchase discounts, so as to drive each other to achieve mutual benefit.

Mionier's fire-breathing dragon banana boat and Dopo's dragon egg ice cream balls were served at the same time. Mionier took a bite and didn't rush to eat, but handed it to Dopo. There was a push there.

Heimdall, who was drinking mixed fruit juice, watched their interaction with a smile.

Jeanne walked into the shop.

"Mionir!" The mother-to-be couldn't see a girlfriend in her eyes, except for the child or the child.

"Be careful!" Heimdall twitched his temples when he saw her bouncing around.

Jeanne sat down properly under Heimdall's urging.

"What would Mionier want to eat? Auntie treats you." Jeanna's tone was soft enough to make one's skin crawl.

"Mionir, banana split."

"The baby is so cute." Jeanna was extremely envious. Ever since she knew she was pregnant, she fantasized from time to time that her future son or daughter would be as lovely as Mionier.

"What do you want to eat?" Heimdall asked.

"Let's have a glass of boiled water." Jeanne now pays great attention to her diet structure, and she will only eat during the time when the therapist recommends nutritional intake.

Heimdall didn't speak until the boiled water was on the table.

"I saw the newspaper. It's a great way to ask for directions." It's so witty to use the media to create a sense of presence and awaken the public's memory.

"To be honest, I didn't have a good rest yesterday. I don't know how the newspaper will respond after it is published today." Jeanna said nervously.

"I'm getting nervous now, how will I live in the future," Heimdall reassured. "It's the same sentence, don't burden yourself, there is Andrew. What you have to do is to raise your spirits, at least you can't hold your husband back."

"I know." Jeanna nodded cautiously. "I'm still not used to it. I didn't expect it to turn out like this..." She thought that she would eventually become a peaceful and comfortable professor's wife, and that she and Andrew would spend their lives hand in hand in ordinary life. Even if there were twists and turns, there would be no dramatic ups and downs.

"Regret?" Heimdall asked intentionally.

Not disappointing him, Jeanna gave him a hard look.

"It's for your family." Jeanna took out a pink envelope, the lavender heart-shaped concave-convex texture was cute and playful.

The pod cat finished eating the ice cream balls, wrapped around Heimdall's wrist, and curiously sniffed the fragrant envelope.

"What is it?" Heimdall picked it up. "The wedding invitations have already started to be distributed?"

"The time has been adjusted." Jeanna was a little helpless, but she didn't complain. "The originally scheduled wedding was postponed to August."

"Is this after adjustment?"

"This is specially sent to relatives and friends. After discussing with Andrew, we decided to hold a private ceremony in advance and only invite relatives and friends. The wedding in August may be bigger than expected. It is mainly for the convenience of media reporters and business contacts. The big guy who has to be invited..." Jeanna showed a "you understand" expression.

Heimdall sympathized, "Are you ready to become the wife of Estonia's biggest public figure?"

"Prepare every day and adapt step by step every day."

Heimdall held her hand, "We must go, when exactly?" He hasn't opened it yet.

"next week."

"So fast? Can relatives and friends be contacted?"

"Actually, they are all relatives of my family. There are not many people at Andrew's side. Almost all of them have been contacted and confirmed their attendance."

Heimdall nodded.

"Rig." Jeanna licked her lips and leaned forward involuntarily.

Heimdall, who was looking at the invitation, didn't notice these unusual details, "What's the matter?"

"I would like you to be my bridesmaid at next week's wedding."

"Best man? I'm fine, but you don't mind if I'm married...You mean bridesmaid?" Judge Sturluson's face collapsed.

Jeanna cleared her throat uncomfortably, "I know this request is a bit excessive, but I think you are the only one who meets my expectations for a bridesmaid."

"The bridesmaid's expectations? Be your bride honestly, don't think about it, so as not to torment my future daughter-in-law!" Judge Sturluson was angry.

"Why is it my daughter-in-law? I said it's my son!" Jeanna clapped the case.

Let's just say that pregnant women are moody and upside down!

Heimdall snorted generously, and decided not to remember the villain's mistakes, and not to be as knowledgeable as her for the time being.

Jeanna looked at Mionnier with a serious look, "Honey, do you want to meet your mother?"

Baby Xiaomi was stunned.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Heimdall condemned.

Jeanna ignored him, and whispered directly to Mionier, "As long as Mionier nods, mother will appear at the auntie's wedding~"

Don't bring such foolish children.

If it wasn't for the fear that roughing this woman might affect the fetus, Heimdall wouldn't mind telling her to shut up.

Mionir's mind wandered, his mother... He quickly thought of the beautiful portrait of his mother hanging in his grandpa's blue velvet cabin...

Mionir wavered, "Mom!" He looked at Heimdall with wide eyes, his cheeks flushed with excitement.

Heimdall burst into tears, and he didn't know how to explain to him that he was a man, a man with a handle, and a rough man... I definitely don't have that unique hobby when I wear skirts.

"Wigs, boobs, corsets, skirts, makeup, nails, and scary high heels..." Heimdall muttered curses.

Jeanna was completely immune, and said with a final word, "Then it's settled, try to spare some time these few days, and go try on dresses with me."

Heimdall's expression relaxed when he thought of something, and when he was about to die, Jeanna said again, "It's really impossible to ask Andrew to give you extra lessons, you can change your dress while studying, and there will be someone waiting for you throughout the process, you just need to remember to bring yourself there. "

What else can Heimdall say...

three,

After the master came back at night, he knew that Lange's previous hints were not wrong. After listening to Heimdall's description of the important part of the mosaic, the master joked: "Andrew wants me to be the best man, plus you and Lenato, get married three times at a time. The best man is worthy of being the future Minister of Magic."

Victor didn't hear what Heimdall was vague about, and didn't think about "being unique".

Under the orders of Heimdall, Pod and Mionir promised not to reveal anything.

Since then, the pod's meow has always seemed meaningful, and the overcompensated Heimdall is simply annoying.

Judge Sturluson struggled through the night, and after the second day passed like a repeater, he forgot about it in a blink of an eye, until another owl letter from Jeanne was sent to the school like a series of fatal serial copies.The strength of Inquisitor Sturluson's disguise vanished like nothing.

He met Professor Lange, a busy man in the wizard's robe shop in Milan. Lange followed his wife's instructions to review Heimdall's homework, and the Potions textbook in his hand was as thick as a city brick. Advanced Potions is even more daunting.

"It's not necessary, is it?" Heimdall swallowed.

"For the future of my friend, it should." Lange smiled gently.

Jeanne's stylist urged him to come in and change clothes again, and Heimdall went in disheartened, letting the terrible stylist torment his original beauty.

Lange sat on the sofa chair in the outer room, flipping through the book and marking the key points for Heimdall, so that he could wait for the teaching to start later.

Sitting in the inner room, Heimdall finally finished appreciating a series of wedding dresses, and listened to various comments from Jeanne. He couldn't help being dizzy. The face is in stark contrast to the cheerful Jeanna who is immersed in various beautiful dresses behind her.

I've come all the time, and it's not that I haven't worn it, so what are you afraid of!

Judge Sturluson finally gritted his teeth and stepped forward, allowing himself to blend into the atmosphere.

"No high heels!" he insisted.

"Yes, I don't wear high heels either." Jeanna turned her head and smiled at Heimdall. It would be nice to have a girlfriend for reference.

"Don't touch my nails!" Heimdall said again.

Jeanna thought for a moment, then nodded, "I don't wear nail polish either."

What else is coming...

Heimdall thought of another one, "Don't girdle!"

Jeanna nodded and said to the stylist, "I don't wear a waist."

The stylist wrote it down and said, "Is this friend of yours not wearing a waistband?" Then he critically looked at Heimdall, whose frame was obviously different from that of a weak woman, and showed a proper embarrassment expression.

"Rig." Jeanne made a request to Heimdall.

"Don't don't!"

"Mionir can't see a beautiful mother anymore." With a bucket waist squeezed in a flowing dress, do you have the heart for your son to suffer such a heavy blow?

It's too shameless to use Mionier to increase combat power, and "Pretty Mom" ​​was once again defeated by a scheming girlfriend.

An hour and a half later, Heimdall was placed in front of the full-length mirror by the stylist. Facing the exaggerated screams resounding in the ears of the full-length mirror, the stylist's complacent look made people feel terrible.Judge Sturluson hates rough men with delicate women's hearts the most.

The stylist's beard moved, and he plucked the long black straight hair that was specially grafted for Heimdall—this is Heimdall's obsession. Straightforward, this time finally got his wish.

Judge Sturluson thought to himself that we have reached this point anyway, and we should raise some opinions. We can't sacrifice in vain, and we must carry out the perfect bridesmaid to the end.

"Chest...is it too big?" Heimdall unnaturally supported the turbulent waves.

Some women dislike their big breasts?Oh, by the way, this is a fake woman.

The stylist didn't change his expression, "It's called sexy." He then asked Heimdall to look in another mirror, and Heimdall's face turned green.

The big V goes all the way to the groin, no wonder the back is chilly.

"No, too much exposure!" Heimdall shook his head vigorously.

The stylist loosened his hand, and the long black hair poured down like a waterfall, covering the big V and making the back looming, making it even more addictive.

"It's sexy!" The stylist squinted haughtily, and the bow-shaped gold hair clips pinned to the ears were shining.

Heimdall couldn't help but glanced at the glittering thing several times, and after recovering, he spurned himself...

After changing into a loose dress, Jeanna walked out of the dressing room on soft-soled cloth shoes, and her eyes lit up when she saw Heimdall.

"You are tall and have smooth lines, and the style of the bag is very beautiful!"

Heimdall twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to argue, "You are the protagonist on the wedding day, why should I wear such a bright dress? I think we should switch skirts." He was so satisfied with the dress on Jeanna. It is tightly wrapped, especially the waist is very loose, and the high-waist skirt conceals the lower abdomen, but it is also cute, which is very suitable for pregnant women.

"It's because the bride is worried about the child not being well-dressed, and I'm sorry for the relatives and friends who came from afar, so the gracefulness of the bridesmaid is very important." Rang Na was not moved.

It's so logical.

"Please ask my friend to try a few more pieces." After all, Jeanne did not completely "sell" her friend. "Don't take this off yet, I'll call Andrew in for the staff."

Professor Lange walked into the locker room amidst Heimdall's dumbfounded.

Heimdall didn't know if he should scream and hug his chest...

"Can't you straighten your back?" Lange suggested.

Heimdall had no choice but to raise his chest and stomach, and the stylist found a pair of matching shoes for Heimdall to put on. Fortunately, it was not the messy stiletto heels.

"Turn around, please," Lange said again.

The professor looked very carefully and seriously.

After turning around, Heimdall asked anxiously what was going on, and was led into it unknowingly.

"It's beautiful, but it's not suitable for you." Professor Lange finally talked about his opinion.

The stylist was suddenly a little unhappy, his work was not recognized? !

Tears welled up in Heimdall's eyes. This is a friend who has both sides and is in trouble together. He couldn't help rushing forward to hug Lange.

Lange didn't expect him to react so hotly.

Speaking of this picture of a talented man and a beautiful woman...

Jeanne's complexion changed drastically, and she strode over to pull Heimdall aside, and then patted Lange's chest like dusting.

"It's not that I haven't hugged Lange before, what are you doing!" Heimdall protested.

"Bah, bah, bah," said Jeanna not to be outdone. "My husband will only hug me, don't talk nonsense!"

This woman is unreasonable.

"I want to change clothes, this style doesn't suit me." Heimdall ordered the stylist confidently, and dragged the skirt into the dressing room by himself.

Stubborn, the stylist asked Lange, "Why didn't it fit?"

"I admit that he is beautiful and charming, but you don't know my friend. His temperament doesn't match this dress. Or, this dress didn't fully release the good side of my friend. It's not that the dress is bad."

As a result, Langer's explanation made the stylist even more upset. He is just engaged in image design, so it's about the torn skirt?Negating the overall effect and pointing out that the temperament does not match, isn't it just denying that his work is not at home?

The stylist's universe is on fire.

Heimdall's women's clothing nightmare is lit up.