HP's Foreign Land

one,

Just when Heimdall was overjoyed by seeing the progress of the incident, he ran to his boss to confess his plan, and asked him to think of a way to watch the Orces Basin openly, because he was thinking about going out in the morning The ex-son acted like a baby out of nowhere, and Victor Krum, who finished his day's work early, was standing on the steps of his small courtyard with a slightly blank expression.

Under the grape trellis, Mionier rolled into a ball with a strange-looking pony.If it weren't for his son's clear and long-lasting laughter, which repeatedly proved that he was not being bullied, Dapapa would never have been so calm and unmoved.

The weird little pony with wings, master, clearly remembers that every time Director Strulusson mentioned it, his expression became particularly distorted—it was completely different.

And Hina's weeping expression when she entered the door also got the answer. The grape trellis, which was still fruitful when she went out, now has bare vines.The head of the room is learning cooking and wine making recently, and this shelf of grapes is what he has been looking forward to for a long time.The house-elf's tears are caused by self-blame.

As for where those grapes went...

Victor wanted to pretend he didn't see the spots on the pony and baby's face and body, and he wanted to pretend he didn't realize that the suspected peels in the yard were actually grape skins.

Mionier found the ridiculous big baba.

"Dad!" He rushed over with his sticky little fat hands, and the dirt on his palms due to the grape juice was all wiped on Victor's wizard robe.

Victor took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands and face for him, putting on a smile.

"I'm in a good mood."

Mionier nodded, turned his head and looked around, probably looking for something different.He couldn't wait to break away from Victor's hand and grabbed Victor's sleeve.

"Father..." motioned Da Papa to go over there.

Victor followed him gently, and they stopped under the trellis.The four look alike but don't know where they are going.

Mionier looked around anxiously, and Xiao Ba, who had been squatting above the grape trellis to monitor the playing situation, suddenly said, "It flew out."

Mionier was anxious when he heard that.

"Let's go out too." Victor picked up his son, unlocked the small door on the east courtyard wall with a spell, pushed the door and walked into the forest.

two,

Sixiang didn't leave, and Victor's appearance reminded him of his mother's advice-be sure to keep a distance from the wizard.When it heard Mionir's loud call from a wizard in his arms, it hesitated.It couldn't help poking its head out from behind a thick tree, and when Mionir saw it squarely, it shrank back in a panic.

Mionir has directed Da Papa to approach it.

A white pegasus descended from the sky and blocked Victor's direction. It raised its hooves and let out a shrill neigh. The hooves stomped vigorously on the soil, splashing a piece of dirt and broken leaves.

It's stopping the father and son, or Victor.

"Mom!" Mionier yelled.

Master has a black thread.

Then he asked amusedly, "Baby, what did you just say?"

Mionir didn't notice it at all, pointed at the beautiful white Pegasus and said, "That...Mom!"

"what is that?"

"That—" Mionier hurriedly pointed to the tall tree.

Mother Tianma couldn't help being anxious, she spread her wings and assumed an attacking posture.

Victor felt unbelievable. If he guessed right, this horse should be a Pegasus breed unique to Central Europe—the Vanilla Pegasus, named after its love of eating fragrant herbs.The droppings of vanilla pegasus can grow magic plants, and it is also one of the favorite sources of nutrients for small animals and insects.

None of the above is the key point, the most important thing is that it is said that the vanilla pegasus is not aggressive, because the habitat of the vanilla pegasus has no natural enemies and animals that can grow into natural enemies.And judging from the skillful fighting posture of the vanilla Pegasus in front of him, it seems that it is no stranger to such a scene.

The master quickly figured out the doubts, "Is it a mother who looks different?"

"Yes, Mom!"

Mionier likes to simplify and succinctly talk, and he usually doesn't think it's bad. Today's incident reminded the master. No wonder Heimdall corrected Mionier's way of speaking all day long.The master used to think that Heimdall was making a fuss out of a molehill, but now he really wanted to praise his foresight.

Victor immediately took office and volunteered to take Heimdall's job.

"Read it to me again, mother who looks different."

Mionier blinked his eyes, "Mom who looks different."

"Good son." The master kissed his son on the face.

Xiaomi giggled.

On the other side, Tianma's mother saw that the two couldn't remember them for a while, so she hurriedly turned around and beckoned the child to leave here with her. Unlike this "bear child" who was lingering under the tree and refusing to leave, Tianma's mother was in a hurry.

At this time, the human father and son finished communicating their feelings and decided to continue to pay attention to them.

Mother Pegasus assumed an attacking stance again, and Victor was a little speechless. If we really want to hurt them, do we have to wait until now? !

A flying rock hits the father and son, and Victor shields the child sideways to avoid it. The flying rock brushes along his arm and falls into the bushes behind him.Immediately afterwards, a large piece of branches and leaves were thrown head-on, and Victor immediately drew out his wand to fight back. The branches and leaves spontaneously ignited in front of him, and turned into nothing in an instant.The surrounding bushes shook violently and made a rustling sound, as if thousands of things were rushing towards them.

Victor was still calmly holding the child in one hand and holding his wand in the other. The strange sound gradually decreased and then disappeared.

There was a movement under their feet, objects on the ground rose from the ground, the master was caught off guard, the soil mixed with stones, leaves and weeds swirled around them, as if they were wrapped in the center of a tornado.Victor threw a spell at the "tornado". The ferocious roaring tornado seemed to be in the polar region. In a blink of an eye, a layer of ice crystals solidified and collapsed. The dead branches and leaves shot away and spread back to the ground.

Mionier lay quietly in Dapapa's arms from the beginning to the end, and put his arms around Dapapa's neck with a little anxiety.

Victor stroked his son's back first, and then waved his right hand, and the mysterious assailant hiding behind the tree was forcibly brought to them.

It's a petite Ponlock.

Its appearance is slightly different from that of the British Ponlock, although it is also covered with messy hair, with messy hair on its head, a big nose, walking on two feet, slender wrists but thick fingers, in addition to these, this only Ponlock has sharp hooked nails and a large nose with a tapered tip.Not only that, but it also had a mouthful of sharp teeth. The reason why the sharp teeth could be seen from the mouth covered with hair was because it was waving its claws at the two at the moment, as if threatening them not to approach.

This is the most "brave" Panglock that Victor has ever seen. This kind of animal usually does not trust humans, and they run away without a trace before humans get close to them.

Of course, in order to protect the horses, Panglock still has a heroic side, such as the one in front of him.But here is the problem, this Panglock was suddenly placed under the eyes of human beings, but he had no fear, instead he was furious.Its previous performance was indeed Ponlock's normal routine of protecting horses, that is, saving the country with curves.

Thinking of this, Victor put the child on the ground, and Mionier hurriedly hugged Dapapa's thigh.Victor patted the little boy on the head, Mionir turned around, and the grinning Panglock hesitated to restrain his movements, but he still did not relax his vigilance.

"Four different things." Mionir found the little yellow group hidden behind by Mother Tianma.

Sixiang stretched his neck to look out, but was pushed back by Mama Tianma heroically.

It seems that they do not welcome themselves very much.

"Daddy is going back, what's Mionier's plan?" Victor asked his son.

Mionir took two steps to the left and then two steps to the right, but he couldn't escape the obstruction of Mother Pegasus.

"Mionir is going back too." Baby Xiaomi resolutely gave up playing hide-and-seek.

Victor picked up his son again and strode back.

Mionier looked back and saw that Sixiang had tried many times to get to the front without success.

three,

"I'm back!" Heimdall yelled all the way from the entrance to the backyard.

The father and son raised their voices, "We are in the yard!"

Little Baba happily rushed into the small courtyard, hugged his son and gnawed a couple of mouthfuls, "What did you play today?" Then he slapped Big Daddy's face twice, "You came back earlier than me today!"

Da Papa grabbed his tie and deepened the kiss.

"What are you planting?" Heimdall found them digging holes in the garden.

Victor winked at Mionnell, and Mionnell drew Heimdall's attention by babbling like in the rehearsal, the purpose of which was to keep him from looking at the grape arbor.To Victor's relief, Heimdall patiently listened to Mionnier's descriptions as usual.The head of the room came home earlier than the master expected.

However, he overlooked a very important issue.

"... four different?" Heimdall raised his eyebrows.

Mionier nodded happily, "I gave it chocolate, and it came in to play with me."

By the time Victor came to his senses, he had already missed the best time to talk.

"Come in?" Heimdall asked. "Come in?"

"In the yard." This kid, Mi O'Neil, had completely forgotten the agreement with Da Papa, and offered treasures like pouring beans.

"Oh," Heimdall nodded. "You and Sixiang are playing in the yard."

Excited, Mionir took out his chocolate and wanted to share it with Heimdall.

"I won't eat it, thank you." Heimdall gently pushed the candy back. "Tell me honey, was it your idea to eat up all the grapes on the shelf, or was it something different?"

The master behind Heimdall looked annoyed, and winked at Mionir vigorously, and Mionir looked at it stupidly, not knowing why.

"My dear, don't make trouble." The head of the room turned his head and touched the master's face, and the master smiled helplessly.

It was only then that Mionier realized that he might have made a mistake, and quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

"This kid!" Heimdall patted his belly funny.

Mionir started giggling again.

"Don't think that you can get away with it just by being stupid. My lord has a lot of things that I don't care about with you." Mr. Sturlusson ran to the grapevine, walked around distressedly, and then muttered to Hina.

On the other side, the big daddy taught the little baby, "This can't be done anymore, there are ready-made fruits and snacks at home, you can take them out to entertain guests, and you can't pick the unripe fruits on the tree."

Mionnier seems to understand half-understand.

Victor couldn't help laughing at himself when he saw it, and why did he say this to the three-year-old child, no wonder Heimdall was so fond of those grapes, but in the end it didn't matter.

After a while, the family of three took care of the Yinhua Huoshu together.

To look after is to see with the eyes.The Bowtruckle is still sleeping, which means that the sapling does not need to drink water or absorb additional nutrients at this time.Heimdall gathered the rose vines lightly.

"Is it my illusion? Why do I feel that the roses bloom for a long time?" Heimdall hesitated.

The roses of the Knights Tower are very common pink double petals. When they are in full bloom, they are full of flowers and colorful. They are dense and patchwork from a distance, but they are fragrant when you approach them.The roses on this wall have almost no tendency to wither. The first wave of blooming flowers is still vigorously occupying the favorable terrain, just like the last wave at the base of the wall.

"It shouldn't be an illusion," Victor said. "Both the flowers and the leaves look bigger than before, and the flower vines are also thicker than before." A vibrant scene.

Could it be that this is also the credit of the Bowtruckle?Bowtruckle-inhabited plants tend to thrive better than those that don't, but they hadn't heard that the effects of bowtruckles are localized.

"It's a good thing no matter what." Victor thought there was no need to get entangled.

Heimdall agrees with him.

The family of three returned to the house and prepared to have dinner.

"The sapling is only a little bit, when will it grow up?" Mionier asked curiously.

"The sapling will grow with Mionir," Heimdall said.

four,

At night, after putting the child to sleep, Victor returned to the bedroom, and Heimdall, who was sitting at the small desk, turned his head.

"You just said that the four-faced mother is a Pegasus?"

That was a topic of discussion during dinner, the master only started, but Heimdall didn’t seem to be interested—maybe he was worried about the disappearance of the grapes, so the master brought the topic to the weekend, and mentioned it in a serious way What arrangements will be made after Rommel arrives and so on.

"Mionir said that, and Mionir heard Xiaoba say that again."

Heimdall frowned, "Did they go to the woods today?"

Victor thought to himself that I didn't intentionally inform...

"I didn't go in deep, I just walked around the periphery, and there I met Sixiang and its mother."

Heimdall accepted Victor's hint of changing the subject, "Its mother is actually a vanilla Pegasus..."

"It's incredible," Victor said. "Judging from the color, I thought it would be a Middle Eastern Pegasus trachoma."

"There's nothing wrong with it," Heimdall said. "Now I'm a little curious about what its father looks like."

"Maybe it's trachoma, but judging from the regional distribution, it's still inconceivable." Victor said, sitting on the cushion in front of the fireplace, reaching for a newspaper that Heimdall left here a day ago.

The full name of the Newspaper is "Santaudeni Wizard Exchange Information", and the local wizards are accustomed to abbreviate it as the Newspaper. It is a highly regional publication, and only wizards living in Santaudini can receive it.A year's subscription costs 10 Sickles, which is pretty cheap.So most of the time it is a bonus of an international publication, but the wizards of Santaudini prefer it to other publications, even those with lurid slogans.

Santaudini’s Newspaper is published once a week, and is distributed to every household by the postal owl every Wednesday afternoon. It is said that the most neat and consistent activities of the neighbors every week are to open windows, look at the sky, and read newspapers in this afternoon. .

This newspaper vividly records the love and hatred of the Santaudini Wizard Village in the past week. The local trivial matters are like scenes of human comedies under the writer's brilliant pen, and the love and resentment are expressed in new and old hatreds. Unforgettable and vivid.

For wizards living in remote villages—especially the elderly who don’t go out very much, reading news papers is equivalent to enjoying a pleasant and cheap pastime.

They don't care about international trends, who is the Minister of Magic, international competitions, or the Muggle threat theory. They only care about what they want to care about, such as whose daughter-in-law is lazy; whose young lady is misbehaving; Whose wife flirts with other men; whose man sees different things and wants to change; whose old man marries a young and beautiful bride; whose child seems to be a squib...

Director Sturluson once said that because of this newspaper, he gave up the idea of ​​moving a TV at home.

Their wedding was also featured in the newspapers, among the hundreds of newspapers and periodicals reporting on it, only the Santaudini Wizard Exchange Information was unique.The fussy and mocking tone hits the newspaper reader's heart directly, the occasional insinuations between the lines are sharp and mean, and the paradox is that the conclusion is often very open-minded, and the words and sentences are impeccably decorated.

Heimdall put away the newspaper properly, planning to frame it and hang it in the living room someday.

Only the Izvestia thinks that their arrival has disturbed the tranquility of San Taudini for hundreds of years, and also implies that their wedding is extravagant and extravagant, which is not what wizards who know how to live should do. The Izvestia also predicts that one day they will be squandered because of their wealth And the relationship breaks down.

"I like the tone of the report," Heimdall said with a smile. "It makes me look like a rich guy, but also a no-brainer, spendthrift type."

In reality, it is impossible for Heimdall to be extravagant, and other people's fantasies satisfy his vanity in this regard.

Pulling away, get back to business.

Victor put the newspaper up and said casually, "Is there any 'exciting' news?"

"It is recommended that you read the column on the right and left, where exciting news is usually published."

"Honey, you know, I don't like watching international news, people can always find a reason to quarrel, it's too annoying." Victor stared at the newspaper and said slowly.

Heimdall laughed, and the news newspaper did an exclusive interview in the last issue: interviewing the elderly in the village, an old lady who hadn't been out of the house for 20 years said such a thing.

"Fine then," said Heimdall. "Then go to the births, marriages, obituaries."

"I see, you drew a circle on the column of birth with a pen, what does that mean?"

"Mrs. Rhodes' grandson was born last Saturday and I'm going to congratulate her," Heimdall said. "She gave us a glass lamp as a wedding present and it's hanging on the double-decker bus now."

"The gargoyle glass lamp?"

"Yes."

Unless it is an old friend who knows everything, the residents of Saint Taudini Wizard Village never ask for the address of others easily—even if it is easy to find out sometimes—if they need to deliver messages or deliver things, they will leave things in the village The only grocery store there.

"Leave this to me." Victor said briskly.

"Great, I was wondering what to give." Heimdall was very happy that the master was willing to take over. "One more thing."

"What?" Victor turned his head at his tone.

"Are you free on Friday?"

"What do you say first."

"I need you to participate in a broomstick training event."

"Broomstick training?"

"Yes, please make no mistake, it's not Quidditch," Heimdall emphasized.

Victor was noncommittal, "Train who?"

"Peter, do you remember?"

"Unforgettable."

Heimdall smiled, "My dear..."

Victor shrugged indifferently, "But I'm just narrow-minded."

Heimdall no longer struggled, and continued, "He brought a group of interns, and these interns had many problems. The biggest problem now is that they can't ride a broom."

"There's nothing strange about it. There are apprentices who are like masters...Okay, I won't talk about it, you can continue."

"Training these interns is not the key, the key is that I need you to drag a staff member by training these interns."

Victor looked at him and said, "Be careful."

Heimdall briefly explained Bock's sudden death for no reason, which is now an unsolved case, and the idea of ​​investigating through the Pensieve.

"There is no clue in the case?" Victor asked.

Heimdall was silent for a moment, "Bock's neighbor in the prison, an old man named Piran, once said that Bock committed suicide and died of a curse, that is, he was cursed to death after leaking the secret."

Another swearing, another curse.Victor's eyelids twitched, he was particularly sensitive to the word curse these two days.

"What do you want me to do?" Victor asked.

"The Pensieve is kept by the police force under the IW. I have already applied to Judge Hollingworth for the right to use it, and I will probably get the approval of the right to use it tomorrow. The Orces Pensiere holds a lot of memories, and I may not be able to get it for a while. Clearly that section belongs to Bock, I need enough time, but the personal use time of the Pensieve is very limited."

"I see, you want someone to hold back the wizard who guards the Pensieve," Victor said.

"Yes, that wizard policeman could have been promoted a long time ago, but the broomstick has been defeated repeatedly, which has caused the promotion to be delayed for several years. I am holding my breath. I have discussed it with Peter. That day, he will actively mobilize his trainees to practice riding brooms, and your appearance may have an intensifying effect, and he will take the opportunity to invite the guard and help him take over with 'kindness'."

"Good plan." Victor laughed.

"I will trouble you then, Mr. Krum."

"No problem." Victor turned his head to read the newspaper, and turned back to ask after a while, "Can you lend me the pansy wizard poker that grandma gave you for a few days?"

"Of course." Heimdall took out the card from the drawer. "Can I ask what you're going to do?"

Victor took it and said: "I don't know yet, but I think it might be useful. Sorry, I still can't tell..."

"It's okay." Heimdall smiled, turned around and continued writing.

Victor stared at his little profile for a long time, then suddenly said, "Honey, what have you been looking at these two days?"

Heimdall didn't look up, "What are you looking at?"

"I mean the bed. You've been reading a book when you've been lying in bed these two days. What's that?"

Heimdall clapped his hands and said vaguely, "It's nothing, it's just books..."

The master looked at him and smiled without saying a word, the head of the office got goosebumps, and finally threw away the pen in despair.

"It's under the pillow, see for yourself!"

The master stood up slowly, then walked slowly to the bed, and slowly took out a brand new hardcover book from under the pillow.

The master turned a few pages slowly, and said, "Yes, it's a good book, why don't you try it now?"