HP's Foreign Land

The old Mrs. Kroom knocked on her cane vigorously, with a stern expression on her face that was daunting, "No, I don't agree!"

The gold-plated horseshoe-shaped stick bottom left shallow pits on the 320-year-old wooden floor. The head of the International Magical Injury Treatment Center glanced at the floor without any trace, and screamed with pain in his body.

The Krum family is now gathered in the office of the person in charge, together with Heimdall who was also invited, arguing endlessly about whether Victor Krum will be the first batch of candidates to test new drugs.

Anna was on the side that agreed to join, and Mrs. Kroom was on the side that opposed it.Vidin and Daisy's family of three did not express their opinions, because they felt that their wishes could not change the status quo.In any case, if you want to be the first to receive treatment, you must convince the head of the family.

Plov and Anna have sided together in this matter, and in fact since that unpleasant conversation in the coffee bar, Plov and his mother have hardly exchanged a word, except for a good morning greeting based on habit and politeness. Night.

Old Mrs. Croom needed someone to stand behind her more than she did now, and she missed Frank Fall, his soft-spokenness, his wit, his tirelessness.Compared with the lovely Frank, look at her two sons, one has a weak personality and soft ears, and is complacent about being controlled by his wife in every word and deed; Use your strength to fight against your mother.What a disappointment.

Heimdall seemed to be an outsider, and the position he was in now seemed like a bystander. He was sitting on the armchair on the left hand of the person in charge, facing the Krums sitting on the sofa chair, showing their expressions to the fullest. Take a closer look.

"My grandson won't take potions of unknown origin!" Mrs. Krum protested loudly.

"That's a new medicine for a strange disease, how could it come from an unknown source?" Anna tried to reverse her stubborn opinion.

"Can you guarantee it's safe?" demanded old Mrs. Kroom. "Can you guarantee that it won't cause any harm to Victor's body? Can you guarantee it?"

"Victor is not only your grandson, he is my son!" Anna gritted her molars. "The Association of Pharmacists has done a risk assessment and tested it on volunteers. So far, there are no side effects."

"Let them try a few more times, a hundred or eighty times, until they are sure that nothing goes wrong, but don't hit my grandson with the idea, can they compare Victor?" Old Mrs. Krum didn't think about it. "There are a lot of idle poor ghosts out there, give them some benefits, and watch, they will scramble to stand up as test subjects. There are also civilian working-class people like locusts. Even if there are a few fewer, there will be no loss to the wizarding world. Their ability to reproduce has always been strong."

Anna was speechless, and even the brows of the person in charge who had remained calm all the time twisted.

Heimdall cleared his throat and changed his sitting position.The old Mrs. Krum might be more sensitive to him, so she frowned and glanced at him immediately. Heimdall's eyes "just happened" to stagger him, and looked elsewhere.

Old Mrs. Krum snorted resentfully, and turned her eyes away.

"What's your opinion? Mr. Stulusson?" The person in charge put down his hand on his chin and looked sideways at Heimdall.

"My opinion doesn't matter. When I left the Horntail Dragon's room, I had already told Mr. Krum the purpose of the party, and he asked me to convey his opinion: he is willing to be the first batch of treatment subjects, and he is happy for the birth of the new drug." Sincerely happy."

"What did you say to my grandson?!" Mrs. Krum frowned again. "Did you tell him the danger behind the treatment? You can't hide the truth! You can't lie to him!"

"Do you think your grandson has no brains?" Heimdall said blankly. "Aren't we talking about a cure? Why do you say that you are going to feed him poison? The pharmacists who are racing against time for the development of new drugs and forgetting to eat and sleep are disturbed even in their sleep. Merlin, I sincerely hope They can sleep peacefully. Do you know what the success of a new drug represents? It is a precious wealth created by a hundred pharmacists from all over the world, the crystallization of collective wisdom. Don't you know how to respect the fruits of labor of others?"

"Respect my grandson's life?" Mrs. Krum still didn't think so.

"Then I'll come along too." Heimdall said to the person in charge. "If you don't mind, add me to the treatment list. Mr. Krum takes new medicine every day, before applying ointment, or trying other treatments, try it on me first." He turned back to face Mrs Crum. "Do you think this will work?"

Old Mrs. Krum stared at him tensely, but did not object.

Heimdall smiled slightly, "Now you should rest assured, even if Victor is so unlucky, I will lead him in front."

The treatment center quickly finalized the list of the first batch of patients who received the new drug treatment, and the eyes of the whole world came to focus instantly. Newspapers and magazines were of course no exception. A large number of reporters wandered around the entrance of the treatment center again, anxiously intercepting the people who came out of the door. Every wizard hopes to snatch the opportunity to report on the efficacy of medicine as soon as possible.

Fans spontaneously organized themselves, held up banners full of blessings, and small flags stood silently outside the door. Looking around, the colorful colors added a touch of beauty to the deep winter. Many Quidditch players were admitted to the treatment center. Among them, Victor Krum is the most famous, and the banner blessing him is also the most eye-catching.

Heimdall piled up the gifts from the supporters on the sofa. Seeing that the single sofa was about to be full, he turned around and glanced at the other three full sofas.

"Just let Plov take all these gifts back to your house." Heimdall said to Victor, but found that his boyfriend's face was pale. He dropped the beautifully wrapped gift box, walked quickly to the bedside, held hold the boyfriend's hand.

"Is the potion starting to work?"

Victor endured it for a while, and when the time passed, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It seems so."

"Is it hard?" Heimdall stroked Victor's forehead, brushing away the slightly damp hair sticking to his forehead.

"It's still bearable." Victor feared that he wouldn't believe it, so he said again. "I'm serious, compared to the previous treatment, this one is obviously much more intense, but I would rather it be intense, at least I can feel that they are fighting against the disease." He said, looking at the bedside table. "Where's your medicine? Have you taken it too?"

"Oh, I forgot." Heimdall picked up the medicine bottle, uncorked it, and drank it all in one gulp. After drinking, he babbled. "Today is pineapple juice."

Victor raised his lips.

Just like what he said to Mrs. Krum, Heimdall accompanied Viktor to take the "new medicine" every day, but it was the "new medicine" prepared by Anna for him.

Maybe she was afraid that Heimdall would play insincere tricks like the second son. When the new drug was tested for the first time, the old lady came to the supervision site in person, and she wanted to see Heimdall fulfill his promise with her own eyes.And Heimdall did the same, just like today, he drank it in one gulp, but that day it was strawberry juice.

As soon as the "new drug" was in his mouth, he sensed something was wrong, but he didn't show it—the person who took pains to make this arrangement quietly must not want him to be too honest, until he saw the old lady Krum leave contentedly, Heimdall Only then did he turn his attention to Anna, who had kept secret from beginning to end, and the latter smiled at him.

"I'm Victor's mother, but I'm still a nurse. As a qualified nurse, you can't just sit and watch a good person take potions that you don't need."

"Is the strawberry juice delicious, dear?" Victor blinked.

"Is this your idea?" Heimdall laughed.

"That's right, my mother came to ask for my opinion, and I said to get him some juice every day," Victor dragged his voice deliberately. "I still think vegetable juice is better."

"Oh, Victor, Victor," Heimdall lay on the edge of the bed, hugging his boyfriend's arm. "You're so kind to me, strawberry juice, it's wonderful, but take my advice, there's no vegetable juice in it, nothing at all."

Anna and Victor couldn't help laughing.

The camera zooms back to "Pineapple Juice".

"Go, mother will be here with me," Viktor pushed him. "Rommel and Snow definitely want you to talk to them."

Anna nodded, "They're at the coffee bar."

Heimdall smiled brightly at the two, and without refusing their kindness, he placed a kiss on Victor's lips.

At this time, at the coffee bar on the other side of the floor, Rommel was leaning on the back of the chair with a cigar in his mouth, facing Snow.Chairman Struluson's displeasure was unreservedly shown on his face, and the service staff who had planned to persuade him to put out his cigars were frightened by his chilling demeanor and retreated behind the bar.

Fortunately, there are no customers in the coffee bar now, and the original idea of ​​continuing to flirt with the little nurse after the lunch rush has also been put back together, guarding behind the bar like an enemy, raising his eyes every three seconds Glancing at the door, he was as nervous as a convenience store employee with a gun pointed at his temple in a movie.

"Can you put out the cigarette?" Snow frowned. "I have been smoking secondhand smoke for a long time, so I refuse to stay in the same place with you anymore, and I will go out if I want to smoke."

"Second-hand smoke? It must be what Rigg said. He always has some very Muggle thoughts." Although he was reluctant, Rommel sent the cigarettes into the handheld mini ashtray.

"The strange disease is under control, but you don't seem happy." Snow lowered his head and took a sip of his coffee.

"The emergence of new drugs is encouraging. I was just thinking about Caroline from the Krum family." Rommel said in a sarcastic tone, beckoning the waiter to serve a glass of mint wine.

"Old Mrs Krum?"

"Correct."

"What do you want her to do?"

"Assassination."

"……You are joking?"

Rommel slowly raised his goblet, took a sip of the dark green mint liqueur, and then said: "It's really a joke, isn't it a pity?"

Snow stared at him hesitantly for a moment, "Don't tell me you're serious."

"I admit that there was a moment when I really thought about it, but considering the complexity of the operation and assessing the risks, I still gave up—"

"Shut up your evil smile, Rieger is here." Snow looked behind Rommel and smiled.

Heimdall hugged them respectively, sat down and said, "What are you talking about?"

Rommel said without blushing or panting, "We are discussing Christmas."

"What's the plan? Going on a trip?" Heimdall asked himself a small plate of chocolates. "You're in and out all day, and it's time to give your brain a break so you can go the long haul."

"A longer road?" Rommel smiled. "I'm not long enough now?"

"I thought your target was the chief wizard of the International Federation of Wizards."

Rommel and Snow squeezed their eyes, "Did you hear that?" The latter couldn't help laughing.

Heimdall laughed.

The three chatted and laughed for a while, and Heimdall put the last piece of chocolate on the plate into his mouth, and said, "Can I see the Great Elder during the New Year?"

"It shouldn't be a problem. In fact, he has a lot of free time, unless he doesn't want to see people." Rommel said. "What are you looking for him for?"

"Palme told me something about Solger. I promised to help a little. Whether it will be successful or not is another matter." Heimdall hesitated for a moment. "Soljer seems to have figured out his reincarnation identity."

"you mean?"

"He suddenly grabbed my arm that day and said with certainty that I was the reincarnation, but he used interrogative sentences."

Snow suddenly said, "You should go find the Great Elder yourself."

Heimdall thought for a while, then nodded, "You're right."

Snow smiled.

Rommel found that the two of them were flirting again in front of his face, and he couldn't help feeling a little bit amused.

"Are you connected to Draco Malfoy?" Rommel asked.

"Yes, we have been communicating, and there are other students." Heimdall said. "Draco said he wanted to visit me a long time ago, but his mother wouldn't allow him to leave school, and so did the other classmates. But the letter sent yesterday said he would come during the New Year, and the Pharmacist's Association strange disease is not contagious. The publicity has worked, and people have finally regained their courage to face this terrible world, and I heard that the wizarding commercial streets in various places have gradually returned to their former prosperity. Congratulations."

"I didn't allow it at the beginning." Snow reminded.

"I know." Heimdall put his hand on Snow's.

Snow gave a firm grip.

The attempt failed, and he was marginalized again.Chairman Sturluson took a sip of his wine sullenly.

After entering December, the atmosphere of Christmas is getting stronger and stronger. The streets are filled with lights and festoons, and people's faces are filled with joyful smiles. Whether they know each other or not, they will nod and smile friendly when they meet.Scrooges throw money to beggars on the street for the first time, irritable people learn to restrain their temper, and many miracles are limited to Christmas.

For the European wizarding community, the past year is really hard to look back on. The wizards are eager to turn off the old page and usher in a new sunrise.

Fans of Quidditch players did not forget the treatment center even in the countdown to Christmas. They organized together, wearing colorful wizard robes with portraits of their idols, and went to the entrance of the treatment center to sing catchy songs every day. Sometimes a few Christmas carols are sung to express good wishes.Their singing gradually became famous and became a local scenery in Bruges. Some wizards came all the way not to see a doctor or to visit a doctor, but to listen to a neat little chorus for a while.

As Christmas approached, the treatment center relaxed the restrictions on visiting patients. Heimdall took the opportunity to take the animals in the house to visit Victor in Horntail's room.Victor was very happy to see them, and they also expressed their miss for him with actions.Toffee lays down and rolls into Victor's arms to show off his cuteness; Little Bread nibbles on his sleeve to try to get his attention; the pod meows and jumps around on his shoulder; Little Baben wants to imitate Heim Dahl tucked in the quilt for Victor like that, but "the hand was too heavy" and the cotton wool was tucked out.

Olar often delivered letters for Heimdall, so he saw the master quite a few times. He didn't come to join in the fun today, and Heimdall didn't want to disturb his sleep.

Victor was amused by the live treasures, and Heimdall picked up the "Wizard Athletic" with a smile, and saw the report about the steel parrot ace goalkeeper Willy Danler at first glance, which took up half of the page. Then he noticed that the reporter called him a change, the former Steel Parrot ace goalkeeper.

"Willie Danler left the Iron Parrot?" Heimdall asked in surprise.

It was also the first time for Victor to hear the news, "It's not surprising, he is very healthy. The Iron Parrot has been seriously injured this time, and we don't know when the next competition will be."

Although the International Quidditch League has stopped all competitions, those are international competitions, and national and regional competitions are still held from time to time. As I said before, people who are not sick must continue to live, especially near Christmas. period.

[I heard you just said Willie Danler? 】The hornet dragon who didn't know where to visit suddenly appeared.

"You also know Willie Danler?" Heimdall said in surprise.

"It knows everything." Victor's expression was meaningful.

[Oh, yes, there is nothing I don't know. 】The Horntail didn't hear the master's implication, and seemed complacent.

"What's wrong with Willy Danler?" Heimdall reminded him that it was off topic.

[He is here, just outside the central gate. 】

"Willie Denler?"

[Yes, those nurses said that he was recognized by reporters as soon as he walked to the door, and he is probably being interviewed now. 】Horntail paused. [Aren't you going to take a look? 】When Heimdall went downstairs, he ran into Scarletta who was also rushing to watch the excitement. The two smiled at each other and walked out together.

"Palme decided to go to the United States, have you heard?" Heimdall is still not sure if the girl is interested in Palme.

"I've heard," Scarletta said without noticing Heimdall's temptation. "Some time ago, I asked Mr. Palme for help and asked him to give me an idea. I wanted to give my fiancé a tie as a Christmas present, but I didn't know how to choose. Mr. Palme helped me very enthusiastically. He really A good man."

"Fiance?" Heimdall smiled.

"We are going to get married next year!" Scarletta became excited when she mentioned her sweetheart. "Wait until I get a nurse's license next year... If I don't pass the exam, I'll still get married the year after next."

"Congratulations, I hope you succeed soon," Heimdall said.

"Thank you."

When they walked out of the gate, they immediately saw Willie Danle, who was surrounded by people talking on the steps, shrouded in frequent flashing lights, and looked even more energetic.

Saying goodbye to Victor Krum's Quidditch field, several of the top ten players on the leaderboard are still unable to get out of bed. As one of the only two "survivors" of the Iron Parrot, Willy Denler has become a wizard today A leading figure in the Quidditch world.

Facing the reporter, Willie Danle showed a complex emotion on his face, he said: "...I have done something wrong, I have let down a person who trusted me, in fact, I have been suffering a lot in my heart during this time , I finally mustered up the courage to come here today, I want to convey my apology to that person through everyone's quills and lenses: I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, please give me a chance, let me see you , I don't expect your forgiveness, I just want to tell you my apology with my own mouth. I'm getting married soon, and I long for your blessing."

Next, the reporters took turns guessing who Danle was talking about. The names of men and women emerged one after another, including Soljere Sturluson, but Soljere's name did not get much response.Willie Danler's ex-girlfriend, the one before Solger, was the subject of most speculation by reporters.They didn't even use their brains to filter Dan Le's words. From his words, they could conclude that the "disappointed" person was probably in the treatment center.

It has to be said that Solger is really tragic in this matter.

"Pretentious." Scarletta said disdainfully. "As soon as it was proved that the strange disease is not contagious, he came here. He said it as if it was tear-jerking, but he deliberately did not name his name in an attempt to use 'suspense' to create public opinion and increase his popularity. You scum among men!"

Although Scarletta couldn't understand Solger's words and deeds, and sympathized with the determined Palme, she hated such a sanctimonious hypocrite like Willie Danle even more.

When walking back to Horntail's room, Heimdall saw Solger sitting on a bench in the small garden, frantically tearing up the "Wizard Athletic" of the day. The fierce hatred made the already tortured by the disease hideous. His face became more and more distorted.

On the morning of Christmas Eve, Victor sat on the sofa and read the blessing letters sent by his friends and a long list of gifts. He looked up and saw that Heimdall opened the door of the closet and took off his pajamas—— After staying overnight last night, the master couldn't move his eyes.His gaze moved from the back of Heimdall's neck to his bare back, then to his waist, and he paused for a while at the buttocks...maybe longer than a short stay.

"...What do you think?" Heimdall, who was putting on a sweater, turned his head, and the master's eyes were full before he could take it back.

"What did you just say?" The master pretended to be nonchalant and held up the gift list.

Heimdall turned back to straighten his collar, and the person in the mirror smiled brightly.

"I said your birthday." After putting on the wizard robe, Heimdall sat down beside Victor.

"It doesn't matter if you pass it." Victor put down the list.

"I want everyone to come and have fun. They probably won't be able to come at Christmas, and they might be able to spare time on New Year's Day." Heimdall said enthusiastically.

"I have no problem, mylord." Victor kissed his lips.

[Scarletta Newman's nurse...do you want to tell her to come back later? ] "It's getting more and more understanding." Victor made a face at Heimdall, and raised his voice, "Please come in."

"I'm here to deliver the Christmas tree." Scarletta walked into the room excitedly, and put a [-]-centimeter-high Christmas tree ornament on the low cabinet by the door. Ward ordered one.

"Merry Christmas." Heimdall and Victor sent blessings respectively.

"Merry Christmas. Oh yes, Mr. Sturluson," Scarletta said. "Someone is looking outside."

"Who?"

"Your grandfather."

Isn't the old man already dead?Heimdall wondered, is this also a Christmas miracle?

"I'll go and have a look." Heimdall said to Victor.

Victor also had a thoughtful expression on his face, and nodded after hearing what he said.

The so-called "grandfather" is the great elder Lange.

I should have thought of that earlier, Heimdall sighed to himself.

"Merry Christmas." Lange sat in front of the coffee bar, sipping his favorite barley tea, and raised his cup when he saw Heimdall approaching.

"Merry Christmas." Heimdall leaned against the bar.

"Want some?" Long said.

"No, thank you. I thought you would reply after Christmas." Heimdall had written to him before, but he never heard back.

"Anyway, Christmas is the same every year. I usually don't live with the children. Why go back and squeeze with them, compromise with each other, and obey their schedule."

"We are not together at ordinary times, shouldn't we be together at Christmas time?"

"Why? Because I have no place to go? Pity me, an old guy? I want to show them that even without their 'sympathy', I still have a good life and have a place to go!"

There is also a place to go... that is, to go to him.Heimdall couldn't help but laugh.

"It's great that you are willing to spend Christmas with us." Heimdall said with a smile on his face. "The Krum family will also stay here. To be honest, I'm pretty weak on my own."

"Oh, I see, that stubborn old woman is quite a headache."

Heimdall pursed his lips, "I didn't say that."

"Don't be so careful, it's what I said." Lange took a sip of barley tea and said decisively: "Even if she hears something, I bet she will definitely pretend to be deaf and dumb, and dare not confront me face to face .”

Heimdall laughed, "You make me feel safe when you say that."

"Well, come and rely on me, and perform the responsibilities of a Sturluson." Lange seemed careless.

Heimdall was silent for a moment, he understood the signal Lange wanted to express.

"You should have read the letter I wrote, what do you think?"

"I'll talk to Solger first, I can't come to a conclusion yet. But," Lang put down his glass. "I have a quid pro quo."

"I understand," Heimdall nodded. "I am a Stuluson. I enjoy all the conveniences provided by the family. Some of the conveniences I use but cannot see. This is something I cannot deny, and I don't want to deny it. In return, as a member of the family, I want to fulfill my responsibilities as a Sturlusson, and consider everything for the family and the clansmen."

"Very good." Lange couldn't help smiling. "Very well, my child."

"Tell me about your plan." Lange said again.

Heimdall said: "The current first step is to graduate, and my goal is the Outstanding Alumni Medal, so I still have a big mountain to climb before graduation. In terms of work, I am now a trainee judge, and the first thing is to become an official judge. Judge, I don’t want to be too high-spirited. It’s too early to say this, but I hope to become a judge. People are really strange creatures. When I was a temporary worker, all I could think about was how to become a full-time employee. When I become a full-time employee, What I saw was not the judge, but the judge's chair. Is this normal?"

"I'll have a headache if you don't think about it." Lange held his hand. "My child, you will have full support from Sturluson, so go forward with confidence."