HP's Foreign Land

It was a delicate Christmas, but both Heimdall and Victor felt very happy, because they were not the two who were fighting secretly.They are the only people who sincerely want to use Christmas to look forward to the future, and the only people who are really celebrating the holiday.So they naturally turned a blind eye to the weirdness around them-even if they had to face it, they pretended to be stupid, and happily planned this year's wonderful time.

Old Mrs. Krum's idea of ​​"family reunion" was disrupted by her eldest son Plov's whim, so she had to force herself to look pleasant and to spend the festive season with the Sturlusson family from Northern Europe.She was very reluctant in her heart, and anyone with a little discernment could see that her disguise was not as successful as she thought.

But, no one cares.

God knows, the Balkans and Scandinavia are separated by more than just continents. There seems to be an insurmountable gap in culture, customs, food, etc. The huge difference makes Mrs. Krum feel that it should be a happy spring. Christmas is soaked in the icy waters of the Gulf of Bothnia.She hated the cold, anything that reminded her of cold.

But, no one cares.

Daisy must be very happy.

The eldest son Plov took great pains in the food arrangement to welcome the guests of the Sturlusson family. He even managed to set up a beautiful cream-colored dining table in the Horntail Dragon's room, which should be used only by his own family.Plov, who has figured out a certain joint, is surprisingly open-minded, as if the previous awkwardness was all everyone's fantasy.

The old Mrs. Krum couldn't understand his behavior. In her eyes, all those courtesies, fawning, and fawning were all hypocrisy, and they were all for Victor.Every time she thinks that her Victor will one day be like Plov, who will make compromises and try to please those even more annoying Nordic guys for the sake of that annoying arrogant British boy, old Mrs. Krum will say Sleeping and eating are difficult, and at night, the dream is the picture of Victor being dragged into the dark ice cave by the blond monster emerging from the sea under the ice.

Perhaps, in the dream, no one still cares.

On the 27th, Victor finally walked into the rental house that Heimdall had described—after repeated instructions from the therapist and Anna, the attic of a strange building that looked leaning to one side.

The master first praised Sheena's impeccable work attitude, which brought tears to the house-elf's eyes, and then he quickly found the bed that he had dreamed of for a long time on the upper floor and lay comfortably on it.The smell of the cornflower soap Heimdall used lingered on the pillow and quilt. Victor took a deep breath, and the green grass lingered in the tip of his nose.He looked out at the high blue sky and white clouds through the huge glass windows that had been immaculately cleaned by Sheena.He was starting to miss his broomstick.

If someone had pointed to his nose at the beginning of the year and said, "Hey Klum, you're going to enjoy some days in the hospital surrounded by therapists and nurses, just like you did when you were a kid!" The fist hit the man's waist and abdomen hard, hitting the man's teeth all over the floor.

But life is so hideous, even if there are signs, it is still hard to guard against.

"What are you thinking?" Heimdall lay on the ladder leading to the upper bed, and looked up at his serious-looking boyfriend, as if he was thinking about matters that only international organizations such as the World Food and Agriculture Organization and the World Health Organization need to think about. matters of human existence.

"If we make love here, can we see the stars?" Victor stared at the sky.

Heimdall smiled, "It's definitely not possible during the day."

Before leaving the treatment center, the therapist came to examine the master, and Heimdall blurted out, "Can I sleep with Mr. Krum?"

The therapist looked back at him deliberately, and Victor looked back at him too.

"That depends on how you plan to sleep." The therapist didn't make a fuss. The doctor who was recruited to work under the door by the treatment center had extraordinary resistance.

Heimdall finally realized what he said, and what hints he gave to others.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean... just sleep, lie on the bed and sleep, nothing else..." The more he said, the weaker his voice was, because there was always a sense of getting darker and darker.

"No problem." The therapist turned around slowly and continued the inspection work in hand.

Just as Heimdall breathed a sigh of relief, the therapist suddenly turned around and told him, "If you want to do something else, please pay attention to his scars. My suggestion is not to use positions that burden Mr. Krum's back. You can rest assured that as long as you operate properly, you can get quite high-quality pleasure, but you must pay attention to how much is enough."

At that time, Mr. Stulusson always wanted to find a hole to go down, and his image of "hungry" was about to become popular.

Thinking of this, Heimdall couldn't help touching his nose, obviously the master also wanted to go together.

"Why don't you say there's still a problem with your posture?" Victor turned his face sideways and grinned at him.

Master Krum really didn't like the hospital, and Director Sturlusson felt it too. After leaving the treatment center, the master's mood became much calmer, like a prairie animal that finally escaped from a confined space, plunged into the sun and rolled among the green grass.And also got back the joking part.Although Victor acted nonchalantly in the treatment center and cooperated with all treatments, it doesn't mean he doesn't reject such a life in his heart.

"Repeat the same old tune? I won't let you succeed!"

Heimdall rushed up quickly, and threw himself on the person on the bed. In order to take into account the scars on the other person's body that were still some distance away from healing, he deliberately threw him aside. The master easily pressed him on the bed and kissed his lips.

The small river facing the back of the rental house is sparkling and silvery, and the swans swim and play in pairs.

On the bank of the river called the Attic, two grassland animals are close together, wrapped in the warm winter sun, and under them are cornflowers swaying all over the mountains and fields.

Elder Lange is nominally retired, but he is still busy with things. Even if he came to Heimdall for a short break, he was picked out of his busy schedule.Lange, who originally planned to stay until the end of the New Year's holiday, had to return early. On the 29th, he decided to meet Solger.

A few days ago, when everyone got together to celebrate Christmas, Lange only had to walk to the other end of the aisle and knock on the door to see Soljere, send a Christmas greeting, and say hello, after all The other party was also a victim of a strange disease, and the grandchildren who had been admitted by Lange himself, no matter what the reality was, it was right to say a blessing, but Lange didn't do that.

Once the old man made up his mind, he was hard-hearted.

Heimdall first sent Victor to the therapist for an examination. This was the promise they made when they left the treatment center—go back to the treatment center every day for the therapist to look at to make sure everything was safe, and then Heimdall came to the critically ill area , He found that besides Lange, his father Rommel was also here.

"dad."

"Hello, son." The father and son hugged each other.

"Do you have something to say to Solger?" Heimdall was a little surprised.

"No, I'm here to deal with the results. My appearance depends on the direction of the conversation. I hope I'm just going through the motions." Rommel said lightly.

"You are the patriarch, and these are your jobs." Lange disagreed with his statement.

"Those who have never served as the patriarch should stop giving orders from the perspective of the patriarch. I am here, isn't it enough?"

Lange snorted condescendingly, as if he didn't have the same knowledge as him.The signal of his disdain is too sharp, beyond the tall fence of adult "calmness", it makes people laugh and cry, like an old child throwing a tantrum.

Rommel and Lange have disliked each other for a long time, and it is nothing new in the family, but this is a personality friction, which is different from Lange's efforts to recommend Rommel as the patriarch at the time - there were many people in the family at that time I thought that the two of them actually had a very close personal relationship, and they joined forces to kill everyone, but the truth is that the two of them behaved like that, and there is no conspiracy theory.

One second they accused each other of each other's way of life, and the next second they would go hand in hand and fight against the enemy for the benefit of the family and common goals. People with enough sense usually draw the boundary between public and private deeply and deeply. clear.

But are they really at odds in private?Perhaps only the two of them can make it clear.

They knocked on the door of the back dragon room, and they were greeted by Palme's surprised expression. Then he welcomed the three of them into the room excitedly, and stood aside nervously. The visit of the great elder made him immediately understand that the three of them were purpose of this trip.

These days, Palme has been describing the bright future of the two of them with Solger. He brought a lot of American newspapers and magazines, read them to him page by page, and circled the content that attracted Solger’s attention. It is convenient to turn it over there for reference in the future.

Palme sincerely looks forward to life in the United States.

Solger, who was lazily leaning on the head of the bed, dropped the candy in his hand as soon as he saw the Great Elder, straightened his waist quickly, and watched the three of them coming to the bed side by side intently. After that, his eyes focused on the elder Fear welled up in the elder's eyes and spread to the surroundings.

"I'll come and see you." The Great Elder sat straight on the armchair.

Soljere panicked even more.

Rommel pulled Heimdall to sit on the sofa a little away from the bed—as he said before, as an uninvolved bystander, the Ridgeback room is very large, not like the Horntail room, the same The furniture looks crowded together.

"How is your illness? What did the therapist say?" The Great Elder said without emotion.

"It's not very good. The therapist said that my disease is more serious than others, and the recovery time will be longer than others, and it may not be cured. I am very scared, and I am afraid that I will spend the rest of my time in the hospital." Solger said low Nodding his head, seeming dejected.

Heimdall frowned, and turned his gaze to Palme's face. As expected, the other side was surprised.Heimdall had previously quietly consulted Solger's therapist, and his therapist did not say so. Although his condition did have certain risks, it was not 'not necessarily curable'.Solger's therapists are optimistic about the speed of the cure.

So, he was lying to the Great Elder.

Heimdall looked at Rommel, who gave him a calm look. Heimdall realized something instantly, so he sighed.

"Oh, that's really regrettable." The Great Elder didn't show the slightest move that Solger expected to see, and this reaction made him completely understand.

In his heart, he cursed the culprit who caused all this. He thought that that person didn't care about the status of reincarnation as he had always shown, and he didn't care about the benefits of reincarnation he enjoyed.fraud!Soljere clenched his back teeth.He bet that that person must have made up a lot of bad things about him, in order to retaliate, and because of his real sinister intentions under the appearance of pretending not to care.

Solger bit his lower lip firmly, reminding himself not to look at the sofa, lest he be caught by that liar, didn't he just take advantage of his momentary weakness to sneak in last time?

"I came to you today, do you understand why?" The elder's tone remained unchanged.

"...I, I understand." Solger couldn't help clenching his hands.

"Tell me your decision." The elder said.

Palme couldn't help taking a step forward, his breath coming shortly thereafter.

"I would like to..."

Palme clenched his fists.

"What do you want?" the Great Elder asked.

Solger raised his head abruptly, with a scorching light in his eyes.

He said in a flattering and humble gesture, "I would like to be the reincarnation in Rigg's place."

Palme closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall.

Rommel rubbed his pocket, he wanted to smoke, and Heimdall, who was actually not addicted to cigarettes, also wanted to have one right now.At this moment, Heimdall finally understood that the look in Solger's eyes when he saw Solger sitting in the garden tearing newspapers that day was not what he thought it was. It was not only resentful, but also burning with the flames of revenge.Solger's eagerness to seize the identity of the reincarnation is obvious. If there is no backing for him to do his best, how can there be revenge?

The Great Elder didn’t seem to be surprised by Solger’s reaction. It can be said that since Heimdall spoke to Palme, Solger’s various reactions have gradually taken shape in the Great Elder’s imagination. So far , exactly.Therefore, the Great Elder did not comment on Heimdall's positivity. Compared with Heimdall's optimism, the analysis of the results extracted from the Great Elder's understanding of Soljer is absolutely pessimistic.

Therefore, the Great Elder was not disappointed, since he had never expected it from the very beginning.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" The Great Elder was like a cunning hunter who lures his prey to reveal more of the truth, inadvertently tempting Solger to tell more of his heart and heart with the most ordinary gesture.

"I know, I know what I'm talking about!"

Solger, who was eager to reveal his true thoughts, had no time to detect the trap ahead. He was eager to tell the Great Elder that he was willing to keep his own place and play whatever role the Great Elder wanted him to play without complaint.That's what he's always done, and Soljer thinks he's done a good job, and he doesn't want to accept the curtain down now, to step down and bow before the thinly sympathetic eyes of the audience.

The elder didn't say anything.

Solger said anxiously: "Rig has his own life, he is a man with a plan, yes, I can see this, it's amazing, he doesn't want his life plan to be destroyed by external factors, so he doesn't want to admit the fact of reincarnation Identity, he just wants to be himself. But someone has to take over that burden, for the sake of the Sturluson family, for the eyes of the clansmen, someone has to do it, I can do it!"

Solger put his hands on his chest, pointed to himself, and said loudly: "I can, I am willing to continue to play the role of reincarnation, play Yolf with more dedication and dedication than before, I will do what you expect! These I did pretty well last year, didn't I? You have to admit it!"

Regardless of whether this is Solger's call from the heart, or his blundering, some things are indeed on point.No matter what the Great Elder said, Heimdall was willing to admit the part that was said.

"You are my good friend's grandson. I don't think I have treated you badly these years, and I have everything you need for food and clothing," the elder thought of his old friend who had passed away, and mercifully gave Sol, who was in a daze, Jay reminds me. "I'm willing to vouch for the rest of your life, so tell me honey, there's nothing you want to talk to me about other than what you just said?"

Solger was taken aback, then shook his head without hesitation.

The Great Elder narrowed his eyes, and Soljeer timidly avoided him under his gaze.

The door slammed suddenly, and it wasn't until Heimdall left the room that Solger realized that Palme had long since disappeared from the room.Something flashed in his mind, so fast that he was in a trance. There was a voice screaming in his subconscious, which made his eardrum hurt, but he didn't know where the sound came from. He felt that the voice might be very important to him. It was like some kind of warning, but he finally stopped searching because of the pain the sound caused him, so he stopped.The sound disappeared and never appeared again.

When Solger came back to his senses, he found that Rommel was standing by the bed at some point, facing the elder and saying, "I thought I just had to go through the motions today."

"It's understandable to put innocence on young people like Lige." The elder snorted coldly.

"You're so mean." Rommel grinned.

"I'll leave the rest to you." The Great Elder stood up and prepared to leave as if he was throwing his hands away from the shopkeeper.

"Grandpa Lange!" Although Solger didn't quite understand what was going on, he instinctively wanted to keep Lange, including Lange's attention.

"It's a pity my child, I gave you a chance, but you insisted that you are not a reincarnation. You have to understand that there are no rules. Since you are not a reincarnation, and you have admitted it yourself, then we must take measures to correct it. This mistake, otherwise how can I be worthy of the former counterfeit? I don’t want to encourage those who have ulterior motives.” The Great Elder told a shocking conclusion with a warm smile.

"...Correction?" Solger trembled all over.

"There is one thing you still don't understand, Guer." The Great Elder said with regret. "Someone found my lost jewel brooch and tried to return it to me, but my jewel brooch is already pinned where it should be. Now that I have found the real one, what do I have to do to fake it?"

After saying this, the Great Elder left the Ridgeback room, and gently closed the door behind Solger's horrified screams.Since then, no one has seen Sorjell Sturluson again—only the healers and nurses who watched him leave the treatment center after recovery. My relatives and friends also seem to have been cast with a forgetting spell.

on the aisle.

Heimdall found Palme, who was not as dead as he thought, except for a slightly gloomy expression, everything was as usual.After experiencing disappointment again and again, it is a fool to have illusions without a bottom line.Perhaps Palme had come to his senses a long time ago, and he allowed himself to give it a go one last time. Although it still ended in failure, he had no regrets.

"I'm going to America tomorrow." Palme smiled at Heimdall. "I accepted a job offer from a Quidditch team in Chicago. They were willing to provide accommodation and arranged the apartment in New York with great enthusiasm. I hope that I will completely surrender under the hem of the American style before I do my best to play for them. .”

"Wow, New York." Heimdall blinked. "It's very busy there, with skyscrapers and lots of people."

"Yes, it's completely different from my current living environment. It's so lively that people don't have time to think about it." Palme smiled wryly. "However, I applied for the size of two people, so the apartment was a bit too big for me."

"Maybe it will be just right soon," Heimdall joked.

"Maybe." Palme laughed, but quickly added: "No, no, no, I'm not going to screw around to heal my wounds. I envy your relationship with Krum. I hope I can have it too. A life like that, I wouldn't... you know what I mean because of Soljere."

"I understand, so you and Willie Danler are completely different types."

"Don't mention that person to me." Palme pursed his lips in disgust. "Do you know that there is a huge difference in the value of the same position in a team in Norway and the United States. I can't give up just for this salary."

"Americans are generous," Heimdall said.

"They are probably the most generous people in the world."

"It's a bit out of bounds. For European wizards, the most generous people in the world are in the Netherlands."

"That's right." Palme laughed. "The average income of a Quidditch player in the Netherlands is the highest in Europe, but I'm sure I'll break that record soon."

"Then I wish you the best of luck," said Heimdall.

"Thank you, you don't have to send me off. I don't have time to cry and say goodbye to you." Palme, who got rid of the burden, began to be "annoying" again. "Actually, I should suggest that Krum also transfer to the United States to develop, earn American wizards' Galleons, and taste the fast food they are proud of, but it is better for him to stay in Europe. I can't encourage him to go to the United States to rob me. limelight."

"Just worry about yourself!" Heimdall complained. "Be sure to find a reliable man or woman this time, and hope that next time you meet you you won't be alone."

The news of Palme's departure only caused a shock among a small group of wizards, most of whom were his fans, as well as some media workers. There is a trace of regret, but most European wizards are unaware of this, or indifferent.

He walked very low-key, and only notified a few friends. When fans heard the news and came to see him off, Mr. Palme was already in the busy streets of Manhattan, and he might bump into an American wizard or witch when he turned around. Will stare blankly or scramble to apologize, not to mention...

Just like the slogan: anything is possible.

On Victor's birthday, all the friends who were invited were absent, which gave him enough face.

Heimdall wrote the address on the invitation as the attic. At 1 a.m. on January 1st, the first group of guests headed by Carlo and Leon knocked on the door of the attic; followed by Duncan and Ryan; and then by Jeanne, Todor, Draco and Ye The third wave, which consisted of Ernie; the fourth wave arrived with Bernick; and finally the group led by Professor Lange, which included Lacarini Jr. and the... amazing Adam Krauss.

Although the room where 14 people gathered was a bit crowded, the hardworking house elves solved the worries for the host.Except for the second floor, all the redundant things on the first floor were cleared out—heimdall didn’t know exactly where it was. When he asked Hina, he looked offended—and vacated all the space that could be vacated.

The wainscoting on the walls had been cleaned to a gleaming, crystal-like finish, and the delicate patterns hidden under the dirt brought out the beauty of the period in which it flourished.The floor was covered with a patchwork rug made of rags that Hina got from the second-hand market. The dazzling effect created by pasting the large carpet was highly praised by Anna, and the house elves danced with excitement that day.

"Oh, Rigrig, I really didn't mean to ignore you." Draco grabbed Heimdall's face and gushed guiltily as soon as he entered the door.

"You've been writing to me. You don't remember? Is this called indifference? Don't create pressure on yourself, Draco." Heimdall poured his cousin a drink.

Draco took a sip, then stared straight at the glass, looking at the glass in surprise, "What is this? It must not be butter beer!"

"Flea brandy that makes you happy like a flea." Heimdall raised the glass bottle in his hand. "That's what it says on the original wine bottle."

As expected of a house elf who once worked in a big family, Hina poured all the wine into the decanter, and filtered the wine when filling it, so as not to let the guests drink sediment or impurities, which would affect the taste. Said, and made the party less than perfect.Although Hina herself believed that such a situation would never happen to the drinks she purchased, everything should be prevented before it happens. This is the vigilance that a qualified house elf must possess.

"I've only ever drank Flame Whiskey." Draco pursed his lips, "It's really exciting."

"I'm surprised you ever drank whiskey? Does your father know?" Heimdall said.

"Are you saying I'll let him know?" Draco took another sip, seeming to really like it.

"Okay, thanks for coming, buddy, I just want to have fun today." Heimdall took the glass bottle and turned to Carlo.

Jeanne and Carlo have established diplomatic relations, after all, they are from the same country.Todor and Jael were busy getting acquainted with some old friends of Heimdall, while Bernick and Duncan were talking about the French medicinal material market, but Heimdall, the master, was ignored and became the younger brother pouring wine.

Raccarini Jr. and Lange are studying the wine in the glass. It is a Christmas gift from Rommel to Heimdall. This Naples wine is famous for its excellent indicators.Heimdall got a bottle from his father, and now Lacarini Jr. is tasting it. Judging by his expression, he seems to be intoxicated.Lange is more reserved than Lacarini Jr., but he can see that he likes it too.

Heimdall didn't feel distressed at all, he thought his father gave it to him for him to drink, and now he invites his Italian friends to drink Italian wine, isn't it just right?Anyway, he himself doesn't understand the culture behind the wine at all, and he can't taste good or bad.To be appreciated by Lacarini Jr. and Lange, it is not in vain to come to this world for a while.

Victor raised his glass to Adam, who smiled and clinked glasses with him.The two did not drink strong alcohol, nor was it Italian wine, just ordinary black currant wine.Victor now pays attention to health preservation, and Adam is a relatively restrained person. Unless necessary, he rarely drinks spirits that can cause people to lose their composure in public.

"The rent of this house is not cheap now, is it?" Adam looked around and found the large glass windows on the sloping roof, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances. "That window is in a good position."

"Indeed." Victor nodded.

Adam shot him a look.

Victor added, "The rent is indeed not cheap, but it has gradually dropped to the previous price in recent days. The windows are also very good," he paused, "very good." The master's eyes and expression really said It's intriguing.

Adam stared at him for a moment, then looked away and took a sip of the cassis wine.Maybe he got it, maybe he didn't, but he didn't mention any more about the windows.

The author has something to say: Do you know why we suddenly became virtuous?Because we are stimulated.We suddenly found that other authors communicate with readers almost every chapter, but our author has something to say that most of the time is blank.We are stimulated, and we also want to communicate.But I don’t know how to tell everyone about God’s horse. Maybe we are a relatively boring person, unlike other authors who always have interesting things to share with you.After thinking about it, it seems that we are only interested in eating and drinking, so we decided to start from this aspect.

Just ignore those who are not interested.

The sour cowpea (sour bean) mentioned in the last chapter is super simple to pickle, easier than Sichuan pickles.I was a tragedy when it came to Sichuan kimchi. I wanted to learn how to do it when I was studying, but I haven’t succeeded until today, not even once.Once I was stared at by a friend and made it step by step, but it was still a bad dish. Maybe I was the legendary messy hand, anyway, I resigned to my fate.

The sour cowpea succeeded once, probably because of the super simple relationship.The specific method can be found by searching the Internet, so I will not introduce it here.The things needed are very simple, fresh cowpea, salt, water and a container for cowpea, and a bowl, that's it.

For pickled sour cowpea, you must choose tender cowpea, the thinner the better, that is, the seeds inside are not bulging, and the color is relatively fresh and tender. The bulging ones are old, and they may not be crispy even if they are fried.

Today’s article talks about wine, and I think of one of my favorite snacks, which is stewed raw pears with wine.

For nourishing the lungs and removing freckles for beauty, female friends can often eat some.It can also eliminate accumulated food in winter.

Method: 10. Wash the raw pears and soak them in flour water for 10 minutes to remove the residual pesticides on the surface. As I said before, flour is a good product for removing pesticides. This method can also be used for other vegetables and fruits; [-]. Wash them thoroughly Then cut into pieces, do not peel, maybe the taste of the skin is not very good, but eating Baili with the skin is harmless, pears are cool in nature, and the skin of pears can resist excess cold for the body, which is good for people with weak spleen and stomach (insert a sentence, if you have diarrhea, pear skin works); [-], put the cut pears into the pot, pour in the wine, cover the raw pears, do not cover the pot, cook on high heat, turn to low heat after boiling, After [-] minutes of fire, it can be taken out and eaten.

Eat it with wine, I personally think it's delicious, sweet and sour, it's a good dessert.

To make this snack, try not to use Xinjiang fragrant pears, you can use crystal pears, Dangshan pears, etc., not to say that Xinjiang fragrant pears are not good, but its effect may not be as good as other pears.

In addition, let me talk about pears, pears are good for nourishing the lungs, but don’t eat pears when you cough, Shenma steamed pears with rock sugar, the pear meat moistens the lungs, the more you moisten the phlegm, especially the cold cough, don’t eat pears, Otherwise it will backfire.For febrile cough, eating pear meat alone is not effective, and it should be eaten together with the skin.

This is the end of today's exchange, pick your nose, have you communicated yet?