HP's Foreign Land

When Mionier received his first love letter at the age of 16, he was a little excited. It’s not that he also wanted to have a new love with the other party, and the two love each other to enrich each other’s spare time. Just receiving the love letter It was enough to inflate his vanity.

"What did the letter say? You are giggling." Claire's voice sounded.

"Really?" Mionier almost reached out to touch his face, and then he understood Claire's words, and said seriously, "I didn't smirk!"

Claire lowered her head and picked the things in the bowl, not as knowledgeable as he was.

Mioneil was in high spirits that whole day, and it was obviously a happy thing to be in a good mood, but Claire couldn't be happy.When Mionier opened the letter, she saw a red heart added by magic on the back of the envelope, and it was still thumping, ambiguous and provocative, so obvious that it pointed to Clare and could not deceive herself.

After she went back, she frankly told her parents about her decision to choose a school. To be honest, Mrs. Malfoy was not very happy. Her thoughts were exactly the same as Narcissa back then, and she believed that children who went out to study should be as close to home as possible.After discussing with Lucius, Draco asked Claire face to face if he really thought so, and if it was voluntary. After getting Claire's affirmative answer, Draco knew what to do.

On the last day of August of that year, Claire gave up the opportunity to study at Hogwarts and came to Durmstrang among the mountains. With an unknown school career, Claire showed a bright smile when facing Mionir who came to greet him.

"Honestly, I don't know if your choice is correct," Mionier told her to familiarize herself with the campus. "Durmstrang is not very suitable for girls."

"I remember it being a coeducational school," Claire said.

"There are those who can't bear it and run back." Mionier grinned.

"Maybe I'll run back too," Claire shrugged nonchalantly. "You don't know until you experience it."

"One more thing, the girls' school uniform has a skirt design," Mionier said hesitantly. "Our school stipulates that girls must wear women's school uniforms, you should know this?"

Claire, who was fully prepared, did not consider this.

"...Can't you wear pants?"

"You can give your opinion to the student union, after the school starts."

Claire looked like the sky was falling.

Mionier comforted, "Don't worry if the skirt is above your knees."

over the knee?Claire was about to pass out, and she couldn't remember the last time she wore a dress.

"Why are girls required to wear skirts in this weather?!" Claire angrily scolded the unreasonable regulations.

Mionir spread his hands innocently, "Magic is power, so don't get angry at me."

Claire took a deep breath to calm herself down.

Mionier asked curiously, "Hogwarts girls' school uniforms also have skirt designs, what are you going to do then?"

"Papa, please unblock it in advance!" Claire didn't hesitate.

Well, nobles are so capricious.Mionir knew he had asked a silly question.

Mionier patted Claire on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "No way, just try to get used to it first, and I'll help you when you really can't ask the student council."

That's the only way... Claire kicked the gravel road under her feet dejectedly, so she missed the subtle change on Mionier's face, which was a tricky smirk, extremely hateful.

——Excerpt from "Who Pit Who"

one,

Morris asked everyone to sit down, interrupting Junker's endless self-praise. Junker and his grandson Morris were not accompanied, except for Victor and Heimdall. female companion.

"I knew I would come here alone." Duncan didn't care about offending his girlfriend at all.

Sure enough, his female companion protested, "Am I so shameless?"

"I'm afraid you're lonely, baby."

"Who said that~" The female companion rolled her eyes and turned to talk to Heimdall.

Duncan's female companion is no stranger to the wizards present, but she is not an acquaintance. Everyone is familiar with her because she is a well-known advertising model in the wizarding world. She was once elected as the French Miss Magic, and she stood with Duncan, the former Mister Magic. Hate, beautiful words such as a man of talent and a woman's beauty cannot be overstated.

The height of the former Miss Magic is more than 170, it is not easy to stare at people's waist, so I can't guess if she is one foot nine, sandy blonde hair, deep facial features form a beautiful face that people can never forget, and the skin is healthy The honey color is quite different from Duncan's old favorite chocolate color, so it seems that Mr. Orville's hobby has indeed changed.

Heimdall didn't expect that this famous beauty would take the initiative to talk to him, and she was very enthusiastic. Gossip magazines often wrote about this beauty's airs and bad temper. Your Excellency, the judge, was a little flattered.

"I heard that Duncan was going to have a party with his friends today, so I followed with a stern face." The former Miss Magic smiled a little shyly, completely unable to see the flirtatious appearance in the magazine.

"I hope it won't bore you. We are all very ordinary wizards." Heimdall rarely dealt with such wizards, and he didn't know what to say, so he could only let the other party lead the conversation.

"You are too polite, if you call yourself ordinary, there is still a place for me!"

Heimdall felt that her words were too exaggerated, and the meaning was unclear, and she couldn't figure out her intention of flattering him. It was completely useless to say that she was pleasing himself for Duncan. Heimdall's personal preferences had nothing to do with Duncan. Not to mention being able to control the other party.This lady is not a wandering warbler who is climbing the dragon and the phoenix. She is just now popular and has a considerable annual income, which is more profitable than Duncan, a wizard and child therapist who works from nine to five.

"It's you who are being polite, your name is like a thunderbolt." Heimdall said sincerely.

The former Miss Magic smiled happily, and anyone who heard such words would be happy.

"I'm so happy when you say that." The former Miss Magic rubbed against Heimdall like a little girl.

Heimdall hurriedly distanced himself without any trace.

On the other side, Victor, who had finished his conversation with Junker, quickly noticed the unusualness on Heimdall's side. The master wondered to see his buddy's girlfriend kept hopping towards his partner, feeling a little unhappy.

Fortunately, Junker quickly attracted Heimdall's attention and talked with him. The unruly buddy and girlfriend turned into good women again.

"Your girlfriend has always been this cheerful?" Victor asked Duncan.

The latter didn't understand the master's implication for a while, and said casually, "She has a temper, but she is a nice person, and there is no problem that makes people overwhelmed."

"Why doesn't she sit next to you?" Victor asked again.

Duncan wasn't stupid, he quickly figured out the turbulent waves under Victor's calm expression, and suddenly regained his spirits.

"My girlfriend is Rigg's fan, don't you know?" Duncan said leisurely.

"fan?"

"Eternal robbery queen."

"Oh..." But the master didn't feel relieved. Many fans would use their identities to achieve ulterior motives. He knew too much about the dark inside story, so he couldn't relax his vigilance now, and quietly followed each other like a stalker. every move.

Duncan suspected that if his girlfriend suddenly made a slightly intimate move, the old classmates around him would rush out and bite the other's throat like a tiger.

"She likes the Queen of Eternal Tribulation very much. She also asked someone to make a set of Queen's dresses, and hung them at home all day long to admire. Later, she ordered a life-sized Queen's doll, which she hugged to sleep at night." Duncan said with a smile.

The master feels really bad, and the custom-made doll still hugs and sleeps?Isn't this the routine of male fans?

"She can do both." Duncan said with a serious expression.

Victor glared.

Duncan nodded. "Her last lover was a young lady."

Master: "...Are you sure she knows how to distinguish between men and women?"

Duncan laughed loudly, and then whispered, "Rig is her ideal type. She is a man when she is a man, and she is very feminine when she is a woman. She must not be able to handle it anymore." As the current boyfriend, Mr. Orville is not in a hurry. I also have time to watch the jokes of my old classmates.

Victor's brain turned around, and he was almost scolded by Duncan, so he ignored him and ate what was on the plate, but he would still pay attention to Rigg's movements from time to time, in case Duncan's girlfriend had anything to do with him. Extraordinary.

Duncan thought what I said was true, believe it or not.

On the other side, in order to thank Junker for congratulating him on being promoted to the position of judge, Heimdall raised his glass and clinked with him.

"Krum said you plan to live in a village where you can't even find a horse-drawn cart?" Junker asked after putting down his glass.

Heimdall guessed that Victor declined Junker's offer of arranging accommodation for them, and Hua Peacock didn't work hard, so he ran to him to make persistent efforts.

Heimdall said: "It's mainly for vacation, to be far away and quiet, and I also want to take the opportunity to inquire about someone."

"Who?" Junker was straightforward.

Morris cleared his throat, Junker came back to his senses, and changed his words, "If you need it, just speak up."

"Thank you, sure." Heimdall smiled slightly.

When people get older, they will become more enthusiastic. Seeing his grandfather looking disappointed, Morris said to Heimdall: "Who do you want to talk to? Maybe we can help."

Heimdall didn't hold back anymore, "Have you heard of the wizard Doha? He used to be an animal trader, but he quit afterward."

Animal traders are nothing more than a glorification, and those who work in this industry know it well.

Morris and Junker looked at each other and shook their heads respectively.

Heimdall was not too surprised, "I heard that he originally lived in the French countryside, so Victor and I decided to vacation in France. The French countryside has beautiful scenery. Even if there is no harvest, it is good to live for a while."

"Is the hotel booked?" Morris asked.

"It's fixed, it was pushed by Duncan."

Junker immediately said enthusiastically, "I'll arrange it, and I'll make sure you're satisfied!"

"Okay," Heimdall no longer declined. "Please try to arrange a place with as few people as possible, preferably with a larger garden. We have a lot of animal companions."

"I understand," Junker said.

two,

Recently, Mionier has a lot of emails. The first thing he does after getting up every day is to run to the communication center, and then come back with a bunch of them.At this time, Claire would run out to join in the fun with a cup in her mouth and a toothbrush in her mouth. When she spoke, her mouth would be full of bubbles, and Mionier, who followed Victor in terms of liking to be clean, felt uncomfortable and immediately pushed Claire back to the tent. to go.

After a while, Claire ran out refreshed.

"Is it the mail from your father?" Claire sat down beside Mionier.

"Correct."

"Can I take a look?"

"You see."

Claire picked up a stack of photos and found that most of them were the scenery along the way, and every photo with people was inseparable from the passionate interpretation of the loving duo. Claire smiled as she watched, and said enviously, "Uncles must have played well, These places are so beautiful!"

"I hope Daddy will take some pictures and come back to feast my eyes. He also took pictures of himself." Mionier especially wanted to cover half of Daddy's face.

Victor spent money to buy a wizard camera for this trip, and decided to take on the task of taking pictures during the trip. As a result, the style and level of the photos were pursued.The master has been sublimated in taking pictures again and again, and later became a complete selfie maniac, and he never forgets to put himself in any place that needs to be photographed.

Mionnier thinks that his father did it on purpose, and it's okay to be in love with Li Gexiu. It's unbearable to take a picture and show half of his face!Daddy’s camera is actually hung upside down!

Mionir didn't want to admit his envy and hatred, so he could only slander sourly.

"It's really interesting!" Claire was intrigued by Victor's fancy new way of playing, feeling like it opened the door to a new world. "I'll get one another day, and shoot like this!"

"How dare you!" Mionier said smoothly.

"Why not?" Claire raised her chin and squinted.

Mi O'Neill was stunned instantly, "You can do whatever you want."

Claire snorted proudly.

Mionir couldn't figure out why he was so compliant, and why he obeyed Claire's orders. From an angle that Mionir couldn't see, Claire secretly smiled.

three,

The search for the former residence of the couple on vacation in France was not going well. They passed by a farmhouse. Victor stepped forward to ask a few words, but the answer he got was still shaking his head.

"That means this one doesn't exist either." Heimdall scratched out a line on the paper.

"Still looking for it?" Victor picked up the straw hat hanging around Heimdall's neck and put it on for him. The golden sunshine in southern France was so dazzling that people couldn't keep their eyes open.

"No more, we've been searching for a day, and we've gained a lot." Heimdall looked at the scratched-up notebook, "I'm sure that Doha was created out of nothing, and I feel relieved."

"Don't push yourself too hard, Doha didn't do anything." Victor took out the kettle.

Heimdall put away the notebook, "I don't plan to take any action against him, I just can't let go of my doubts," he took a sip from the kettle from Victor. "However, I have to admit that I am afraid that he will be bad for Mionier. If he didn't do anything, it doesn't mean he won't do anything in the future."

"Our son is not so easily abducted." Victor laughed.

"Parents can't help worrying, don't say it so chicly, whether you can't let go of this or that, you are much more nervous than me." Heimdall teased Victor.

The latter smiled slightly and took the other's hand.

The two walked along the edge of the fields.

Ten minutes later, they returned to their residence, and Junker arranged for them a small red brick building, not the luxury hotel they had thought.There are no other residences in the vicinity. The small building is leaning against a row of walls as high as the chest. The walls are full of vigorous green plants. The climbing vines are decorated with heavy fruits, and the golden sunflowers are huge. , toffee and other animal companions come and go within the enclosure from time to time, and the surrounding livestock screamed again and again, adding some fun to the quiet afternoon.

A woman with curly hair raised her head from the fence, and when she saw the husband and wife, she immediately greeted them. She quickly spoke French, and Victor answered her. The woman with curly hair smiled at the two of them, and quickly picked up the buckets, and went into the house to prepare food for them.

This lady was also arranged by Juncker, preparing three meals for the couple and taking care of housework, just like a room attendant.She's a Squib.Heimdall wasn't sure whether this small building was her home or her workplace, so he didn't rush to have an in-depth chat with the other party.We meet by chance, and the time we spend together is limited, so there is no need to cross-examine them too clearly. Junker is an old man, and he has more experience in this area than Heimdall.

"How about we eat in the yard?" Victor pointed to the shade under the climbing vine.

"it is good."

The two sat down under the shelf.

Heimdall eats roasted tomatoes, and spits a piece or two of potatoes on his fork from time to time. That is, in the hot summer, he will take the initiative to eat vegetables. Since his health was worrying ten years ago, he has eaten more vegetables than in previous years.

Victor cuts two pieces of fish for him, and Heimdall fills Victor's empty glass.

They had been walking all morning, and now they had a good appetite.

While eating, Heimdall began to look around. He saw Mrs. Panfa's goat lazily passing by not far away. The bell on the goat's neck rang twice; On the other side; he saw clusters of green grapes, the wine in the small building was brewed by Mrs. Panfa himself, and he guessed that the grapes planted in the yard were used for wine making; he also saw a man lying on the wall and looking here...

Startled, Heimdall quickly turned back.

"What's wrong?" Victor also looked over.

Doha, who was wearing a yellow-gray cloak, stood outside the wall and waved to them, "Hello, I heard you are looking for me?"

Heimdall: "..."

Victor: "..."

Doha looked at them affectionately, "I'm hungry."

Heimdall: "..."

Victor: "..."

Doha said shyly, "The food you eat happens to be my favorite too."

Heimdall swallowed the potato in his mouth, and asked like no one else, "Let him in?"

"No, wait until we finish eating!" The master said firmly.

Doha: Daddy is really bad!