HP's Foreign Land

one,

The gold was handed over before it was warmed up. After the mission was over, Ron returned to Diagon Alley with the distraught Heimdall. Until the two parted outside the joke shop, Ron didn't understand whether tonight's operation was successful. , what is the goal of their actions...

He asked Heimdall: "The gold doesn't belong to you?"

Heimdall shook his head melancholy, with a gloomy head on his head, and walked away listlessly.

Ron quickly shut his mouth tightly, and Heimdall completely relaxed after he walked away. He couldn't help but linger on the spot, the lingering fear echoing in his chest was digested a little bit, and a smile crept up to the corner of his mouth unconsciously.When Ron turned and pushed the door in, the blush on his face from the excitement had faded, and the light from his eyes was brighter than ever before.

"Ah, ah, you are finally willing to come! Do you know how long you have been late? Don't expect me to turn a blind eye to my brother's sake, the salary that should be deducted will never be merciless!" George stared exaggeratedly Eyes, a look of asking questions.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, then put on a reluctant look, and rushed forward to argue hard as usual.

Ding!Young Master Weasley comprehends the fine-pointing skill by himself, and this skill has been upgraded to the first level.

When the store door was closed, the dark blue sky revealed a thin white light. The twins proposed to stay in the store overnight, implying that it would be convenient for him to "make small moves", but Ron refused.He thought it would be easier to attract unnecessary attention. George wanted to say something, but was stopped by Fred. The twins looked at each other with a tacit understanding, shrugged at the same time, and said no more.

Ron's late return made the trembling Molly worry for a while - when he returned to Grimmer Square, he saw his mother sitting on a chair in daytime clothes, and he was also puzzled by the beginning of the ignorance and the end. After the thrilling, mother's nagging seemed no longer sharp and harsh, and no longer bored him.

Grimmer Square was completely silent, this was the quietest time of the day, no matter how uncooperative the house-elves were, they needed to keep their mouths shut and rest, so that they could continue their efforts after the sun rose.

Without further ado, Molly pulled Ron into the kitchen. She took out an apple pie and brought it to Ron. White smoke came out of the kettle on the fire in a short while, and Molly manipulated the old kettle with a magic wand to pour water into a wooden bowl.

Ron knew what it was. The taste of the cooled oatmeal was even more unbearable than when it was freshly baked. Ron didn't complain. Stir, spoonful spoonful to send to the mouth.

Molly couldn't stop talking, but Ron listened honestly and said nothing until Molly talked about big brother Bill.

"...they want to settle in Izzy, Izzy, oh, I don't remember the name, that city in Turkey anyway, can you believe it? Bill is going to leave England with Delacour! Bill never In this way, Delacour must have said something to him, my Bill was a good obedient child since he was a child, and that high-spirited chick created conflicts between me and Bill, let us have differences, so that she can be blatant Occupy my eldest son, let him leave his family behind, and go to that Izzy place to live with her!" Molly complained until she finally choked up, and Ron quickly dropped the spoon and took the soup from his mother spoon, threw the pot aside, and sat down with Molly.

Molly wiped her eyes, feeling a little embarrassed, Molly is not used to losing her composure in front of her youngest son, she has always been a strong and optimistic woman, occasionally a little aggressive.

Ron was not good at comforting people. To be honest, except for his father and eldest brother, the Weasley family didn't pay much attention to the use of language.

Molly took a deep breath, stood up and patted Ron's head.

Ron thought for a while, then said, "If we're still living in the Burrow, Bill will let F, um, let Delacour live with us. Bill loves us and won't leave us."

Molly laughed, "Thank you, baby." While hugging her younger son, Molly often showed tolerance to Harry, and her actions were very intimate, as if he was his biological mother.Even though he was well aware of Harry's misfortune, Ron still felt sour in his heart. He also enjoyed this treatment today, and the smile on his face was astonishingly bright.Molly was inexplicably sad, and hugged her hard again.

Next, Ron told Molly what he heard from the twins about the ins and outs of Bill's overseas property purchase, and Molly dispelled her worries and displeasure caused by over-imagining.

"Hurry up and go back to sleep." Molly urged Ron to go back to his room to rest after eating.

"I'm fine, Mom. You haven't slept all night. I'm almost finished eating. Go and rest." Ron's unprecedented thoughtfulness made Molly unable to recover for a while, and then she attributed all this to "Xiao Luo At the conclusion that Ni finally grows up", the eyes that looked at Xiang were more gratified.

Unlike Harry, under the influence of the halo of the savior, Harry determined the direction of the way forward early and worked hard for it. Although most of Harry's growth was under pressure from various aspects, as a bystander and one of the participants, Mo Li could not help but want to be nicer to the poor child.In comparison, Ron has always been ignorant and stuck in place, which broke Molly's heart. Under the background of the two excellent friends, it became more and more dim and muddled.

Today's Ron made Molly both surprised and happy, and even had the urge to shed tears. The mother felt the change in her little son—it seemed that she had more beliefs than before, and a motivation to fight for it with all her strength for the rest of her life.

The relaxed Molly didn't reject her younger son's offer, nor was she in a hurry to have a heart-to-heart conversation with her younger son. She left the kitchen with a strange sense of encouragement, and met Hermione at the stairs, who was wrapped in a blanket .The two looked at each other. Molly wanted to say something, but she gave up and walked away pretending she didn't see anything.

Hermione looked at Molly's back in surprise, leaned against the handrail of the stairs and paused for a moment, then entered the kitchen.

Ron had finished his oatmeal and was making himself tea.He saw Hermione and said nothing else, until Dobby popped up and took over the rest.Ron sat back in his seat.

Hermione had been observing him, sensitively aware that there was something on Ron that she couldn't understand after a night.

"Where have you been?" Hermione asked.

"Weasley joke shop, don't you know?" Ron took the teacup that appeared out of nowhere.

"Was there all night?"

"Being there all night."

Hermione didn't seem to believe it, and couldn't think of any other doubts for a while.

"Have you read all night again?" Ron asked.

"The content is so exciting, I can't stop."

Ron was well aware of Hermione's hobby and didn't speak again.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became a little stiff, and Hermione felt embarrassed for the first time, but Ron was distracted and absent-minded.

"...I heard from Professor Moody that the Auror assessment may be restarting soon, are you sure?" It was Hermione who finally broke the silence.

Ron came back to his senses, bowed his head and took a sip of tea.

"Sure," he said.

Hermione seemed pleased with Ron's lack of hesitation, "This way you can attend training with Harry!"

Hermione's confidence in Moody's small stove, Harry's progress is obvious.

"This matter is not urgent." In the past, Ron would have been dancing with excitement.

Ron's cold reaction was unexpected.

Hermione was obviously not used to Ron's calm and composed attitude, she was so confident that she rarely flashed on Ron, Hermione was in a trance.

"I think the joke store is more suitable for me at this stage." Ron was in high spirits, but Hermione was stunned again just after recovering.

two,

Heimdall's early morning was more serious than Ron's. While Ron was eating oatmeal, Heimdall reported to his serious boss, Judge Smeagley Leeds.

At this time, Heimdall did not show any reluctance to seize the stolen goods—all kinds of gold, silver and jewelry. He was holding items that Ron had never seen before. This was the real target of their group.It was an exquisitely carved box, rectangular, with a carved golden panel attached to the cover, and the outer wall of the box body was made into a bulging arc shape, which echoed the cat-like feet. The box, obscured by dust and grime that made it appear unremarkable at first glance, has now been cleaned to reveal its original state of exquisite craftsmanship.

Why not reveal the real goal to Ron, one is to avoid the inexplicable ins and outs that follow after revealing - which involves confidentiality; the other is to let Ron, who is new to the industry, feel that he was being played by his predecessors back then I was in a beautiful mood to play, and then I was concerned about what might happen to Luo · newcomer · Enzhen, so I applied for the part of "not seeking performance but only safety" in this operation.After all, Heimdall, a coward, wanted to take the opportunity to relieve the malicious revenge society accumulated from others, but he flinched at the end.

At this time, the little papa didn’t know yet, because his half-baked newspaper behavior made Ron Weasley firm in his heart to follow suit, and fulfilled Ron Weasley’s road to wizard police, and truly achieved Sublimated others, entangled themselves.

Liz didn't touch the box, "Is this what Ollivander wants to get back?"

Heimdall nodded, "I added something else."

In the secret vault in Scotland, apart from the handed-in gold, silver and jewels, there are also many important manuscripts collected by the Death Eaters in order to please the mysterious person.It is still uncertain whether the mysterious person is aware of the existence of these things. Given the value of these things, if they are valued in the future, it will not be a good thing for the rebels, so Heimdall simply took everything he could. .

Don't look at the flat and small box in his hand, it is actually heavy, pressed by magic, and the paper and other things sprayed out after the spell is lifted can bury the back of the foot.

Liz still didn't do anything else, and it seemed that he really didn't have any other thoughts about these immeasurably valuable seized items.

Heimdall felt that the box was a little hot.

"It's cheaper for the Order of the Phoenix." Liz said bluntly.

The box was returned to Ollivander, which was equivalent to being shared with the Order of the Phoenix. After hearing this, Heimdall handed the box to Peter who was waiting aside, and Peter returned it to the old man.

"How is Ron Weasley?" Liz paused. "Is that the name?"

"Yes," said Heimdall. "Mr. Weasley's performance is remarkable, and he basically solved the dementor."

"Do you want him to stay in the IW-affiliated police force, or go into the international police force?"

"It's his way, it shouldn't be decided by others."

Liz nodded, "I see."

Heimdall thought to himself that we can finally go back to kiss the male god, hug our son, and sleep, right?

Leeds' parting words: "Be careful and hope to see a Heimdall Sturlusson alive and kicking."

Is this the rhythm that hints that he will fight to the death with the mysterious man?

Heimdal's face was full of bullshit, why did he curse him: "Don't worry, I have a lot of experience in escaping."

Liz: "..."

"Boss, if I escape this time and meet you again alive, will the gold I handed in be part of my reward?" IW is a famous Qingshui yamen, so much gold, silver and jewels It's an insult to the tall image, isn't it?

Liz said goodbye to him decisively.

three,

Sleeping until it was time for dinner, and talking to the cheerful Hina for a while, Heimdall dressed and left the bedroom, and lazily spent a while on the sofa in the living room. Dad Rommel came in At that time, he hurriedly sat upright with his hands and feet, and the third generation of the family rushed out and plunged into Xiaobaba's arms.

"Good boy, let daddy give you two kisses." Little Baba hugged the baby and kissed her several times.

Milkman laughed until the corners of his mouth were drooling.

Rommel waited for the father and son to talk about the invitation of the Dalton family.

Heimdall couldn't help but be dazzled.

"What's wrong?" Rommel asked.

"I have no impression of Mrs. Dalton." Mrs. Dalton is the eldest of three sisters, the eldest sister of Grandma Heimdall.

Rommel dismissed his doubts, "You haven't seen it before."

That's why Heimdall finds it strange that the Dalton family is not unknown in the British wizarding world-everyone is acclaimed as the darling of Ravenclaw, but they don't know anything except Osam Dalton.It’s not that Heimdall thinks that Mrs. Dalton insists on getting acquainted with him. He has never seen news about Dalton’s family in the British wizarding media. It has never been involved, and it is unbelievably low-key.

Rommel said nothing, letting Heimdall do whatever he wanted.

When dinner was served, Victor stepped through the door, followed by Draco.After Draco returned to the UK, he volunteered to work as Victor's temporary assistant. Following the master, he naturally dealt with the British Quidditch club, learned experience, and summed up his experience. Still busy.

Heimdall made up his mind to make local tycoon Kenny temporarily disappear from the public eye. The important matters of the team are now decided by Draco. With several high-level assistants who know about it, Draco generally does not hide it from Heimdall. Heimdall Usually just listen and don't ask questions.

"Which Quidditch master have you dug?" Draco's good mood made Heimdall a little curious.

"Don't be naive, England's top Quidditch masters will go to Iceland for no reason?" Draco's eloquence has improved rapidly, and he can provoke hatred casually. He is indeed a natural Slytherin. "If the Quidditch industry in England is in a downturn, the Quidditch industry in the world will be affected. At that time, the first team to go bankrupt will definitely be the Nordic team."

This sounds heartbreaking, but it is the truth.Britain is the leader in the Quidditch world. Without England, there is Scotland, without Scotland, and Ireland, which has reached the World Cup finals for two consecutive times. The three cards are interlocking, and it is difficult to discredit it.

The major shareholder was poked by the CEO and shut up obediently.

Draco came to inform his cousin to attend the graduation ceremony, "The time is this weekend, you must make time on that day, don't run around, if you don't attend my graduation ceremony, I will be very disappointed."

Yo ho, even threatened.

Heimdall squinted, "There really is a graduation ceremony, I thought it was just a joke."

Draco ignored his cousin's naive counterattack. In fact, he had no idea at first. He had been back to England for a while. As the days went by, he thought the graduation ceremony would be yellow, but he didn't expect to receive a letter from Professor Dumbledore this morning. Owl letter.Draco also made a trip to Grimmer Square to confirm that Harry Potter and the others had also received it. After confirming that the news was true, Draco decided to find his cousin. Did not disclose.

Master Krum, who is holding his son and his lover in his arms, has the heroic mind of a winner in life, and he doesn't care about Draco's concealment at all. For him, knowing Rieger is equivalent to knowing it.

Sure enough, Heimdall turned around and asked him if he was free that day, and the whole family went to join in the fun.

"Can I bring my family?" Heimdall asked.

Draco thought to himself that you have even discussed what to bring in the box lunch that day, how can I say no?

"The letter did not specify the number of people. If you are sure to go, I will write your names on the applicants who reply to the letter."

"Go, let's all go." Heimdall raised his hand, then looked at his father, "Is Dad interested?"

Rommel smiled, "You don't have to worry about me."

Heimdall wasn't too surprised, and the family of three's onlooker trip was confirmed just like that.

four,

Osum invited Mrs. Victor Dalton to dinner at the time, but the actual address written on the invitation was not Dalton's house, but the house that Osum rented after independence.Uncle Black Tea doesn't like to buy a house. When you get tired of living in one place, you can change it. Renting a house is much more convenient than buying a house.Move in with your bags, move at any time, don't be too chic for a man like you.

Rommel scoffed, "If he didn't move frequently, the house would be razed to the ground by angry former and current lovers sooner or later."

This sentence contains a lot of information. Heimdall and Victor looked at each other, should they cover Milkman's ears?

The door was opened, and Osam smiled at Rommel: "You never bring your girlfriends back, do you have the same concerns?"

After finishing speaking, Osam smiled at the couple, to be precise, he smiled at Heimdall, and he embraced Heimdall with open arms.

"Hello, Rigg." Osam looked happy.

"Hello." Heimdall didn't have deep contact with him, and he didn't want to pretend to be very affectionate.

Osam saw his reserve and didn't mind.Who can tell that Osam's own enthusiasm came from his heart.

Under Heimdall's guidance, Mionir obediently called for someone, and Osam nodded and welcomed everyone into the room.

Ossam Dalton Bisnow pays more attention to the quality of life, and Bilongmeier cares more about comfort and enjoyment. The interior of the unremarkable house is tall and large, spacious and bright like a museum, showing exquisite luxury everywhere. The living room dazzled Heimdall, and after his eyes got used to it, he saw Mrs. Dalton in front of the vertical window. She was standing against the light, and after meeting Heimdall's eyes, she didn't show any joy, and her face was still expressionless. , like looking at an ordinary stranger.

There was nothing wrong with that, they were strangers who had never met.

There are large glass windows in the living room, with plenty of light, enough for Heimdall to see his grandmother and sister clearly.

Mrs. Dalton was wearing a slightly old-fashioned stone blue wizard robe. Her blond hair was brownish red, her skin was pale, and her eyes were cold. Her facial features were neither ugly nor beautiful. This was by no means a harsh evaluation.Mrs. Dalton is really not beautiful. Against the backdrop of the handsome men and beautiful women of the old Sturluson family, she can even be said to be ugly.Mrs. Dalton was an anomaly.

Later, he got a positive answer from his father Rommel, and Andrea Sturluson Dalton is one of the outliers, to be precise, the three younger sisters of the old Struluson are old enough to hook up men Not very reassuring after age.

Fives,

Dodoma's observation diary, the content is as follows——

Dear Sheena made me a tie in the dahlia pattern that I love, and it gives me a lot of energy to work with.

Norman laughed at my taste, Norman said that only female elves like fancy dahlias.I didn't argue with him, even if I like creepers, Norman can pick a thorn.I want to prove to my master that I am calmer and more decent than Norman. I am the patriarch elf of the Sturluson family. Norman is out of jealousy, for sure.

Dobby occasionally came to talk to me, great-great-great-grandmother, in front of that young and expectant face, I couldn't say hard-hearted words.

Norman seemed curious about Dobby, and I thought there was something I could do...

PS: Norman actually still kept the letter of the female elf. Although we were all losers in that hot-headed pursuit battle, I have come out of the quagmire of the past and found Hina, and won Freshman... I hope Norman can get out of it as soon as possible.