HP's Foreign Land

one,

Draco and Leon followed the secretary into the club chairman's office, but the secretary didn't stop her, and she also had a lot of troubles.

"Mr. Kenny..." The secretary stood at the door, hesitant to speak.

The local tycoon Kenny, who was about to get off work, put the quill pen back into the ink bottle, looked up and said, "If it's related to that persistent couple, don't tell me, thank you, you can get off work."

The secretary was relieved, smiled gratefully at the boss, lowered his head slightly, went out and closed the door.

Kenny looked at the two silent men, "Why do you leave earlier than me every time? You see, I will let the house elves unify the time of the club. I doubt that your time is as good as mine. jet lag."

At the same time, the two responded with calm and relaxed expressions.

Kenny wrinkled his nose and put on his cloak.

"What's that about? What persistent couple?" Draco asked.

"Adam Krause's parents, they seem to be looking forward to a parent-child dialogue here to enhance mutual trust, deepen emotions, and erase past unpleasantness."

"Run here to find your son?" Leon quickly grasped the point.

"Our broomstick technical advisor refused to meet with his parents," the three of them walked out of the office together and said goodbye to the secretary who hadn't left. I don’t understand what makes them think they can find a breakthrough here, their own son doesn’t want to meet them, can the chairman of Ice Ridge Krona see him if he wants to?” In this matter, the local tyrant Jin put on airs, It's a pity that the couple didn't understand the importance of retreating despite difficulties. It seems very moving to persist blindly, but it is actually easy to arouse even more violent rebellion from others.

"If I were them, I'd be ashamed." Draco shook his head.

Leon didn't take it seriously, "For the sake of the so-called easy life, my son will give up as soon as he says he wants to. How many Galleons are he worth?"

"If they had thinned their skins a little bit, it wouldn't be what it is today," Kenny said.

The three of them came to Kenny's slutty carriage. Before getting into the car, Leon said playfully, "If they know that we're going to meet Adam Klaus somewhere next and visit the new house he bought, It all came from an invitation from Adam Krauss himself, I don't know how the persistent couple will feel."

"Probably going crazy." Draco finished, lifting his chin.

Kenny, who was sitting firmly in the carriage, saw through the small window that Mr. and Mrs. Claus were walking towards this side hand in hand. Their meticulous and expensive clothes stood out on the empty parking lot of Ice Ridge Krona. The couple's faces were ugly. Panting heavily, opening and closing his mouth, he seemed to be yelling something, but all of this was nothing to Chairman Kenny.

Apparently no one in the Krauss family wanted to stand up for the couple, and didn't realize that improving their relationship with Adam was the top priority.

Mr. Chairman withdrew his gaze and patted the carriage, "Let's go."

The sturdy mutant Sahara dragged the carriage like an arrow off the string and pulled away from the couple who were walking quickly. The distraught parents of Klaus could only watch the carriage fly into the sky indifferently.

An hour later, a group of people, led by today's host Adam Krause, arrived at his new residence.

Victor looked at the long descriptions in the wizard's real estate agency manual. For this 200-year-old building, the intermediary did not hesitate to praise it.How much is the agency fee?Oh, don't be so direct, let's make friends, talk about money and hurt feelings.

The master raised an eyebrow critically, and said under Adam's smug gaze, "It's too close."

Adam smiled silently with great grace.

Little Lacarini failed to comprehend immediately, "What do you mean?"

"It should be the distance," Professor Langer said. "Here to the Knights Tower."

According to Muggle calculations, the distance between the two is not close at all. It is almost from one end of a city to the other. None of them are out, so it's very close.

"This kind of house meets your fiancée's aesthetic standards?" Victor's eyes fell on the relief at the entrance. The whole building was buried in dust, old and old, as if it would collapse if touched casually.

Adam's fiancée is somehow... well known.

"This is my personal property." Adam said firmly, "Go in and have a look?"

Several elders pushed open the dilapidated door, and waited for the dust to calm down. They raised their wands at their feet and filed in cautiously.

The three of Heimdall chose to stay outside to admire the thriving wildflowers. They walked around the small garden overgrown with weeds for a while and found three goblin holes.

"These things are too troublesome, driving and coming again is endless," Draco kicked the mud beside the cave. "The garden at home has tried countless methods but can't completely remove them. The goblins have bitten my mother's favorite roses bare, and my mother has replanted poisonous flowers and weeds in a fit of anger. The appearance is okay, but the smell is not very good. .”

"Will this help reduce the number of goblins?" Heimdall asked.

"Probably, we don't even open the windows facing the courtyard very much now."

Leon said: "Several kinds of poisonous flowers cultivated by our family are selling well in South America. They can curb the breeding of goblins to a certain extent, and they are also ornamental and have no smell. If you need them."

"Thanks, I think I'll need it."

Leon seemed to have found some kind of plant, took out his wand and stepped forward to check.

The two cousins ​​did not stop, and continued to circle in the small garden.

Draco said: "Did you know that the British Ministry of Magic wanted to conscript Malfoy Manor, and the reasons given seemed sufficient. Although Dad returned to the UK for a long time to report on his duties, he was still a senior official of the Ministry of Magic. I think Dad should lead by example, enjoy the convenience of power and at the same time shed blood for the British wizarding world."

"It is indeed a 'sufficient' reason." Heimdall nodded.

"Dad agreed."

Heimdall expressed surprise, "All the protection spells have been cancelled?"

"Mostly. Dad reported the truth to the Ministry of Magic. After all, some spells are very old... The above didn't take it too seriously. Dad drew a map for them, and circled certain areas in the manor that are not suitable for living people to walk," Della said. Coe stopped here, and continued in a deliberately calm tone, "I think you also know that not all wizards understand the ancient definition, and not all wizards agree with the connotation of inheritance. The Ministry of Magic is no exception. Most wizards don't quite understand and don't bother to understand what a house that a wizarding family has lived in for generations represents, and it can be dangerous for those wizards especially who don't take it seriously."

Heimdall asked, "The other spells? What happened?"

"A wizard disappeared, and my father speculated that he might have 'accidentally' entered the restricted area marked on the map and was thrown somewhere else—I heard that his whereabouts are still unknown; two other wizards had their arms broken; one Young lady 'stumbled' down stairs with two broken ribs..."

"I'm sorry," Heimdall said.

"You don't have to be sorry," Draco said.

"I don't know what to say other than that," Heimdall said.

"Draco: "..."

"The British Ministry of Magic regret it." Heimdall laughed.

Draco gave an odd smile, "They built a morgue behind the manor."

"What?" Heimdall stopped suddenly.

"You heard me right, the morgue." Draco said calmly. "The Ministry of Magic seems to be planning to turn Malfoy Manor into a wizarding hospital. The name has already been named, St. Mungo Malfoy Manor Branch."

"I'm glad the Ministry of Magic still remembers who owns the manor." Heimdall hesitated.

"I'd rather they get rid of Malfoy Manor." As the future owner of the house, the young master begged to be let go. "You can imagine that a large number of wizards come and go in and out of the manor every day, and come and go to the place where I usually live, study and sleep. In case someone tries to steal the sheep... and the crying family members claim the corpse..." The young master was very sad , "The tulips next to the mortuary were pulled out by the angry family members, and the whole flower garden was stained with blood. They had no way to bring the therapist back to life. They could only transfer their anger to the flowers and plants of the manor. The reliefs on the facade could not escape. After one calamity... My Merlin, I don't even want to go back..."

Master Malfoy dared not face life directly.

"Is the date set for going back?" Heimdall had no choice but to change the subject so that his cousin wouldn't get out.

"A week from now."

"I'll go too."

"Are you serious?"

"It's good to lie to you?"

Draco frowned, "It's better to avoid traveling in the mountains and rivers."

"Mr. Black's birthday is coming up," said Heimdall.

"When?"

"November 11."

"It's still early!"

"Celebrate early."

The young master now understood his cousin's determination.

"Hi~~~"

Heimdall, Draco, and Leon, who was squatting not far away and digging grass, looked up at the same time. Little Lacarini waved to them from a window on the third floor. Looking up from this angle, Adam's The new home is not small.They looked at each other for only two or three seconds, and then Lacarini Jr. turned his head and said something inwardly. After a while, several other men came over one after another.

"Don't you think that window is a bit weird?" Draco wondered.

Before Heimdall and Leon could see anything, Lacarini Jr. moved first, holding the open sash in his hand when he retreated from the window, everyone nodded belatedly, the sash fell off... …

two,

After dark, the couple returned home with their children. Before returning home, Victor refused Adam's proposal without hesitation to go back to the Knights House with them, saying that he would stay where it was cool.

Hina placed some melon and fruit snacks in the small courtyard. After changing into home clothes, the family of three sat down at the table under the flower stand.The big and small papas were talking about Adam's new house, and Mionir sat in the arms of the big papa, and built blocks in a decent shape according to the simple drawings that the little papa drew for him.After finishing the cat, Mionier slid from Dapapa's arms to the ground, and couldn't wait to show off the result to Dopod.

Pod squatting on the balcony wagged its tail, looked at the cat with crooked eyes, muzzle and nose, and then turned its head in disgust.

"Mionir, Sixiang has come to look for you." As soon as Heimdall finished speaking, Sixiang leaped onto the wall of the backyard of the Knights Building with flapping wings.

Mionir immediately abandoned the building blocks and pods, and ran towards his friend.

Sixiang rarely showed his face since he returned to the forest of the Knight Tower. Thinking of the fact that he had spent less time with his parents this year, the family of three did not make a fuss.Mionier gradually gained a new focus, and quickly got rid of the little frustration of being lost, and devoted himself to a busy and simple life.

"Rig, Mionir is going out to play." Mionir acted like a baby to Heimdall.

The couple saw the unicorn father on the other side of the wall through the gaps in the tiles. After a little consideration, they agreed to Mionier's request. The unicorn father believed them and handed over the child to them. They also believed that the unicorn father could Protect the baby.

Mionnier took the children's broom sent by Hina, and carried the gingerbread man's small schoolbag on his back, as if he was about to go out for a long journey.

Heimdall kissed his son on the cheek, and said worriedly: "Don't run too far, half an hour at most, or Dad will worry."

Mionier nodded and kissed back, beckoning to Dapapa, the little broom jumped up, flew over the fence and then lowered its altitude quickly, almost touching the ground and moving forward slowly, seemingly bouncing back and forth beside him.Papa Unicorn supervises.

The small courtyard shone with warm light shrunk behind them until it turned into a blur of light and mist.

Mionir rode a broom and ran around behind Sixiang, Sixiang was an energetic baby, and Mionir could keep up with its crazy speed, so the jumping was even more joyful.They hopped and deviated from the straight track and went deep into the dark forest.

The unicorn father paid attention silently, but did not stop him.

The four elephants flapped their wings and flew up to the treetops, and Mionir followed up with all his might, but after falling down again, the four elephants disappeared. Not only that, but the unicorn father was also invisible.Mionnier clenched his broom handle, vaguely aware that he might have lost his way, and was a little frightened when a ball of hair came out of his cloak hat and rubbed against his shoulder.Mionier touched the fluffy balls and gained some confidence.

The forest at night is not peaceful, full of dangers, and unfriendly mysterious echoes from time to time. Mioneer tried to return the same way, but the commotion around him became more frequent.He walked around a tree, something jumped out of the lurking darkness, the hairball rushed out to block it, but was stopped by a palm that suddenly appeared, the strange darkness shrank back in a blink of an eye, carefully hiding its tracks.

"You shouldn't be here." The owner of the palm was wearing a yellow-gray cloak, and his face was vaguely visible in the fluorescent flashes.

The hairball returned to Mionir's shoulder, and bared his teeth at whoever came.The hood of the yellow-gray cloak flipped slightly, and a ball of bumps slid onto the shoulders of the yellow-gray cloak.Mionier blinked his eyes in surprise, it was also a hair ball, and the two hair balls looked at each other one high and one low.

The yellow-gray cloak waved his wand, and Mionir's broom moved with the yellow-gray cloak as if it was pulled by a rope.

Intuition told Mionier that the other party would not hurt him.

Sure enough, the uncomfortable depression was left behind, the crisis was far away, the terrible atmosphere disappeared, the warm light mist changed from blurred to clear, and the silhouette of the Knights Tower appeared in the darkness.Mionier was overjoyed and immediately urged the broom, but was stopped.

The action of the yellow-gray cloak was not rude, he gently stroked Mionir's head, "You are too young, forget all this, when you grow up..."

Mionier's eyes were blank for a moment, and the voice of the yellow-gray cloak was warm and soft, with an indescribable familiarity... When he came back to his senses, he found himself standing in front of the fence in the backyard of the Knights Building with a broom.

"Baby, is that you?" Little Papa called.

Without saying a word, Mionier stepped on the broom and leaped into the wall.

The hairball bounced and rolled to the wall, stopped when passing through the carved wall bricks, turned around and looked into a dark forest, a figure flashed faintly and then disappeared quickly.The hairball jumped off the wall and followed Mionier into the Knight's Tower.The little house elf, who witnessed all this in the dark but couldn't figure out what happened, scrambled back to the kitchen of the Knights Building, opened her mouth to the puzzled Hina, and finally took Hina. work, as before obediently lay hands on.

in the forest.

The unicorn father appeared in front, walking with the yellow and gray cloak.The yellow-gray cloak looked back at the Knights Tower from the edge of the forest, and his eyes showed strong and sincere emotions. He touched his hairballs and stepped into the deeper darkness.

Everything that is about to happen, hasn't happened yet.

This is yet another story.

three,

The Organizing Committee of the Barnabas Finkley Wizarding Awards has decided to launch a brand new link—the nominees dinner, that is, the nominated wizards gather together and allow the wizarding media that have obtained interview permission to interview the nominees for the first time. This will greatly increase the popularity of the nominees, and Barnabas Finkley's own popularity will also reach a new level.

"Barnabas Finkley has always wanted to expand the scale and upgrade it to the International Wizarding Award. It is only limited to Europe, so that the members of the organizing committee who are concerned about the country and the people can feel the emptiness of uselessness. They think that Barnabas Finkley has absolutely everything. Ability to serve wizards all over the world." This was said by Rommel, meant to be sarcastic.

There were many invitees to this nominee dinner, and Heimdall counted them, and all relatives and friends got invitations.Heimdall and his son Mionir will also be present as the family of Viktor Krum, one of the nominees.

A family of three set off in a carriage with their father and uncle.

When talking about Malfoy's upcoming trip to England, Rommel said: "Your uncle and aunt went back early."

"What happened?" Heimdall asked.

"I heard that some fool broke into the basement of Malfoy Manor."

"The basement where the family portraits hang?"

Rommel nodded and said amusedly, "The reason why Lucius hurried back was not because a ignorant person fell under a potentially fatal spell. He had to go back immediately and explain this to his ancestors." Explaining Mal Why did Foo Manor suddenly become a branch of St. Mungo Malfoy Manor.

"He didn't report in advance?" Heimdall thought that his uncle was always cautious.

"So he has tasted the bitter fruit." Rommel did not comment on Lucius agreeing to the Ministry of Magic's expropriation of the manor, but he did not agree with his decision that he kept silent and thought he could get away with it. For the big family, it is a fundamental issue. In fact, the ancestors must be the first to settle.

On the other side, Snow asked Victor, "Are you confident?"

Victor smiled, "To be honest, I don't have much confidence. The Bulgarian team's World Cup results are not ideal."

"Outstanding athletes have nothing to do with winning or losing a team."

"But it has an impact. Most of the wizards who won the award in the past were on the winning team."

Snow is quite optimistic, "Maybe there will be some changes this year."

Heimdall stretched out his head, "At least we won't see that respected chief referee on the referee council seat."

Henry Derry might be being chased to pay back the money at the moment, or he might be busy running away. In short, he would not be free and would no longer be eligible to attend wizarding gatherings related to international awards.But both the big daddy and the little daddy knew that the chief referee Derry was not so easy to bow his head and arrest them. They still had a lot of lawsuits to fight, and the two held each other's hand with a tacit understanding.

"Oh, by the way, you don't know yet, I was also nominated!" Heimdall suddenly announced loudly.

The three men and a milk baby all looked curious.

Snow said pleasantly, "Barnabas Finkley?"

The master was also excited.

"Definitely not." Only Rommel was very calm.

Milkman looks at this for a while, looks at that for a while, and is always busy.

Little Papa, who wanted to tease her, said that she couldn't play happily at all!

"It's this." Heimdall took out a letter and handed it to his father who was closest to him.

Everyone saw the big bold "MUCUS" on the withered green envelope for the first time.

Shushu's whole body is not well, "Slime award?"

For example, if Barnabas Finkley is the Oscar of the wizarding world, the slime award is the golden raspberry in the wizarding world. Welcome steel stamp.But anyway, it's an international award with more coverage than Barnabas Finkley, as bad as it is.

Rommel quickly scanned the letter paper, "Your nomination is the most unpopular club president in the Quidditch range?" Rommel squinted at the little papa, "I thought it would be the worst dressed award."

Shushu and Master's expressions became much more relaxed when they heard the content of the nomination. This nomination is not only not a denial of the achievements of the local tyrant Kenny, but it is taller if it is placed on the local tyrant Jin!

"In all fairness, Kenny's clothes aren't that bad," Victor said.

The look in Rommel's eyes made the master very unhappy.

"I didn't say that because I was in front of Rigg. The local tyrant Kenny's clothes are really... eye-catching, but when you think about it carefully, other than being eye-catching, it's not too unbearable."

"That's because you're used to it." Rommel shook his head, how terrible human habits are.

Can you please stop saying this in front of me... Little Papa feels very hurt.

"Are you planning to go to the slime award show?" Rommel asked, because he didn't see the slightest displeasure in his son.

"Go. This nomination is not very disgusting. Only mediocrity will not be hated by others. It is an international award. It is slightly more famous than Barnabas Finkley. The organizing committee helped me improve my image. Why not go? "Heimdall is in a good mood.

Are you sure you want to boost your image?The three men remained silent.

With a flap of Tianma's wings, the high-altitude carriage landed downwards, and the destination was just around the corner.

Arrived.

Heimdall straightened his son's small bow tie. He was the most handsome lady, and he gave 32 likes in his heart.

After the carriage stopped, the door opened, and Dad and Uncle got out of the car first, followed by Victor.Heimdall sent his son down first, was hugged by the master, and then lowered his head and got out of the carriage.

When he raised his eyes, the flashes of flashes almost blinded his eyes, and Heimdall quickly closed them.

Victor put his son on the ground and held his hand, while the other hand wrapped around Heimdall's waist. Heimdall adapted to the frequency of the flash, turned his head and smiled at Victor.

Under their feet was the gravel path leading to the banquet auditorium. At the end of the gravel path was a flower-colored carpet, and the carpet stretched out, and the golden sign symbolizing Barnabas Finkley hung above the entrance of the auditorium.

Rommel and Snow, who were walking in front, turned their heads, and the family of three quickly chased after them.

"I hope we can all win the prize." Heimdall's smile couldn't hide its brilliance from the meticulous capture of the wizard's camera.

Victor leaned down and kissed his lips.

Heimdall picked up his son, and the couple kissed the milkman's face at the same time, and the milkman smiled from ear to ear.

The flashlight was fired again.

Finish

The author has something to say: Well, the day has finally come.

In fact, I don't feel like it's over, because there are still many things to explain.

The foreign land was excavated on April 2010, 04, and this year is August 06, 2014. Emma actually wrote it for such a long time, which is unimaginable before.But we persevered. To be honest, I wanted to give up several times during the period - because of various reasons such as mood and work, but we persisted. I have a lot of thanks and emotions I want to express, but I feel that I can’t express it in words .

Thank you to all the friends who bought the physical book in a foreign land, thank you to all the friends who voted for Overlord, and thank you to the friends who insisted on following the text and leaving messages.

Thousands of words into one sentence: Thank you for your support, without you, there would be no foreign land today.

Not much else to say, put the extra address:

I don't know how to get a link on my mobile phone. Friends who use the WAP site to read the article click on the author's name, and [Fanwai of Attack on a Foreign Land] is the Fanwai pit.

Attach the first network disk link:

In addition, I would like to tell you about the next update schedule. Because the work is going to be abnormal, I want to take a week off. On the one hand, I don’t want to update intermittently. Make time to stock up on the first article about the debt repayment pit. If the first debt repayment pit has a smooth idea, maybe it will be published together with a foreigner from a foreign land, but it is just a good idea now, whether it can be done is another matter.

So friends, see you on August 8th, everyone =25=

"A Small Theater of Brain Filling in a Foreign Land" Author: Purple Paulownia