HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 430 The lingering ghost

Tourism is one of Monaco's pillar industries. Every year, a large number of tourists flock here for the pleasant climate and casinos. In the days approaching Easter, the streets and alleys are crowded with local residents and international friends.

Heimdall was sitting on a step along the street. Batch after batch of tourists followed the brightly dressed tour guide and passed by the alley where he was located. At least eight languages ​​echoed wave after wave at the entrance of the alley.Occasionally, one or two stray tourists will take advantage of the opportunity to look inside, but what awaits them is nothing.

Heimdall walked out of the shadows and changed to a sunny spot. When he sat down, he nodded with the old lady at the other end of the steps. The old lady who was knitting a sweater showed him a gentle smile.

Heimdall raised his eyes, passed through the narrow alley about three meters away, and landed on the opposite side.There is a glass door with a broken handle. On the wall beside the door is a full-body relief of Napoleon Bonaparte. The French emperor sitting on a horse is majestic and magnificent. If the nose and one eye are not missing, it must be It will be more elegant.

It was originally a small memorial to Napoleon, but due to various reasons, it has become a deserted place in an inaccessible alley. In fact, this is the office of the International Referee Council in Monaco. It may be dilapidated outside. Once you pass by there A rickety glass door with a hole in it.

At least that's what Heimdall believed.

Victor is currently conducting a written test inside. After the written test, there will be a practical test immediately, which is to bring the theory into practice to see how much you have mastered.

Heimdall has been sitting in this alley for more than an hour. Except for the little noise caused by groups of tourists passing through the alley without looking sideways, even the wild cats and dogs do not leave here, just like being alone in the hustle and bustle of the world The silent world outside.

Occasionally, one or two wizards in long robes would come out of the glass door, stand in front of the relief of the French emperor and chat, and then either strode away or turned back to the door.

Heimdall noticed that these wizards would nod to his neighbor, the old knitting lady. Was she some kind of big shot?Heimdall turned his head and met the eyes of the old lady.

The old woman smiled, "Honey, are you free?"

Heimdall was puzzled.

She repeated it in English without haste.

Heimdall nodded, "There are."

The old woman held up the colored yarn in her hand, "Can you divide the yarn for me?"

Heimdall touched his nose and moved over.

The old woman put the loop of wool around his raised arm.

"'Why doesn't she use magic?' is thinking that?"

Heimdall laughed, "Is my expression so obvious?"

The old woman winked at him, "I guess."

Heimdall immediately gave a thumbs up.

The old woman spun the wool for a while, and then said: "I have used magic all my life, and I want to move my hands when I am old, otherwise my arms and legs will feel even more uncomfortable."

Heimdall asked, "Are you waiting for someone here?"

"Wait for my husband."

Referee training classes are age-restricted.

"Your husband works in the office?"

"It's not a regular employee, it's an external maintenance and cleaning staff."

Heimdall has seen many people in the magic world praise their own value, which is enviable and attracts attention, but the attitude of this person in front of him makes him feel fresh and new.In her opinion, there is nothing disrespectful about the cleaner who is given the supercilious look by many elites.The old woman's tone was steady from head to toe, neither humble nor overbearing.

"Very hard work," Heimdall said. "A lot of people complain about the weather when they're in a bad mood."

In the magic world, wizards who are responsible for maintenance work often have to take into account the daily weather in the department. Whether it is sunny or rainy, it is up to them to decide.

The old woman laughed: "What about you? Who are you waiting for here?"

"Wait for my boyfriend."

The old woman couldn't help but glanced at him, but there was no change on her face.

"By the way, there is an exam for the bronze medal training class today." The old woman muttered.

"My boyfriend is taking the exam inside." Heimdall echoed her muttering.

"Why do you come here and wait? The office has arranged a reception center, why don't you go there?"

Heimdall said: "That's where I came from. Anyway, I'm just sitting there. It's better to stay here than there. I can see him as soon as he comes out."

The old woman nodded repeatedly, "I can't sit still at home all day by myself."

Heimdall keenly grasped the saying "one person all day long", wondered for a moment, and then thought that maybe the child was not around.

There was a commotion from the glass door, and the old woman said, "It looks like the exam is over."

Heimdall looked at the people walking out in twos and threes, his face covered with question marks, weren't these people in the reception center before?Why did you come out of the office?

The old woman seemed to understand what he was thinking, "The reception center will open the one-way fireplace after the exam, so that wizards waiting outside can arrive at the scene immediately. Don't you know?"

Heimdall was silent for a moment, "If I don't come here, I won't be able to help you wind your yarn."

The old woman laughed dumbfoundedly.

"Why are you waiting here again? Didn't I tell you that you can go to the reception center?" A tall and thin old man walked out of the door, wearing an old but neat robe, complaining, with the opposite expression on his face.

"I've told you many times, it doesn't matter where you stay." The old woman and Heimdall thanked and put away the wool.

The tall and thin old man looked at Heimdall, and the old woman smiled and said, "This is my new friend."

The old man nodded indifferently, and didn't intend to talk further with Heimdall.

"I'm sorry, he is just a dull person." The old woman smiled apologetically.

The old man pursed his lips uncomfortably, and his sparse gray mustache trembled slightly.

Heimdall just laughed, but he didn't understand a word of what they were saying.

"You got off work late today." The old woman said to her husband.

"Something..." the husband faltered.

"...Really, really, it's Victor Krum, he's in the same exam room as us! It's incredible, you didn't notice it?!" A group of eager and energetic young people passed by them . "Monica sat right behind him and ended up writing nothing for the whole test!"

The girl named Monica in the crowd blushed immediately, "But I got his autograph..."

The companions around were very annoyed, and encouraged her to show her signature to open their eyes, and the group walked out of the alley in such a noisy manner.

The old woman turned to look at her husband with a playful gleam in her eyes.

"So that's the case, no wonder I came out late."

The husband forced a calm cough.

"I said why have you suddenly become so positive about the changing weather recently," the old woman continued to tease her husband. "Is Krum satisfied with today's examination room climate?"

The husband's expression became a little frustrated, and it seemed that he hadn't been able to get close to the idol.

The old woman could only pat him on the shoulder, comforting him silently.

"Why are you waiting here? Didn't I tell you that you can go to the reception center?"

These words seem familiar.

The old couple turned their heads and saw Victor Krum walking towards them with a gentle expression, to be more precise towards the young man standing beside them.

"It doesn't matter where you wait." Heimdall spread his hands.

Victor took his hand and leaned over to kiss his cheek.Heimdall also smacked his face hard.

"Did you do well in the exam?" Heimdall asked.

"That's it."

Victor's behavior was okay, Heimdall nodded, and when he turned around, he found the old couple staring at him intently... Victor, who was beside him, immediately reacted.

"This is my boyfriend." Heimdall introduced to her. "His name is Krum, Victor Krum, perhaps you've heard of him."

It's more than just hearing.The old woman glanced at her husband, who didn't change his expression, but his beard shrugged unnaturally, probably in a state of emotional agitation.

"Hello." Victor followed Heimdall and nodded to the old woman.

The husband, who was left out in the cold, suddenly became depressed.

The old woman couldn't help laughing, and was urged by her husband's resentful gaze: "May I ask, are you satisfied with the climate of today's examination room?"

Victor was slightly taken aback, and then said, "Very good, comfortable and pleasant, and I can feel the good intentions of the staff."

Some kind of passionate emotion was fleeting on the husband's face. After a while, he took his wife's hand, nodded to the two, and left together under the watchful eyes of the young couple.

"Who are they?" Victor asked.

"I don't know, but that old gentleman is an external employee of the office. He must be very happy when you praised the indoor climate just now." Heimdall, who can't understand French, doesn't understand the ins and outs of it, and just describes it based on the possibility.

Victor quickly let go of the topic, and reached out to touch Heimdall's forehead.

"Your face is red from the sun, have you been waiting for a long time?"

"soon."

They chatted and left the alley.

***

Maybe it's close to the festival, or maybe the local prices are so high. Monaco's wizard consumption benchmark is three times that of Hogsmeade.At Heimdall's insistence, they received two free lunches in the reception center of the International Referee Council.

They arrived at the stadium early and sat in the stands for lunch.

The free lunch consisted of a rye bread the size of a football with a salad of bacon and an unknown edible magic plant, and a cup of Napoleon coffee.

Heimdall took a sip of the bland coffee, and couldn't help wondering whether the Emperor of the First French Empire, known as the "miracle creator", was really as shabby as this cup of coffee.

"Don't you regret it? I thought you wanted to try your hand at it." Victor handed the bread to Heimdall, who shook his head.

Heimdall had already told him the result of the meeting in the morning.

"It's difficult to apply for a magic institution, but it's not impossible to apply. If the motive is not pure, there will be endless troubles." Heimdall expressed regret, but no regrets.

"You can figure it out yourself." Victor said not too concerned.

Heimdall took his share of bread, peeled off the package and took a bite. The taste was much better than coffee. At least he could know that he was eating bread even with his eyes closed.

"He wanted me to follow in his footsteps and knock down the brilliance that Grindelwald had created one by one, but I have no interest in Inferi, and I have no illusions about surpassing Grindelwald." Speaking of this, Heimdall said to Victor nodded, "Besides, Grindelwald is our enemy, I don't study the Infernal Corpse, and I don't go with him."

Victor, who had frowned slightly, couldn't help laughing.

Heimdall said again, "Your grandfather is my grandfather, right?"

"Of course, baby." Victor looked at him with a smile. "So what kind of 'God' do you want to be? You don't just talk about it?"

Heimdall chewed the bread a few times and asked, "At what age did Yolf start participating in the principal's creation project?"

"You mean..." Victor didn't expect him to have such thoughts.

Heimdall said: "Professor Golden wants to recruit me to join the team to study the Infernal Corpse. What I think about is the creation research that has been put on hold for centuries. I don't know how many years it will take me to be able to preside over the experiment. , independent research and development."

"Why are you suddenly interested in this?" Victor was puzzled.

Heimdall was silent for a moment, and said: "Maybe we can have a child...Of course, everything is still a fantasy, I don't have that ability at all."

"I don't care about the heir, I don't want it to be your burden!" Victor misunderstood Heimdall's silence.

"Victor, listen to me." Heimdall put the bread aside, crawled over and sat on Victor's lap, forcing him to look into his eyes. "I know you don't care. I didn't think this way because I have a burden. However, if it succeeds and we have children, it may improve the relationship between me and your father and grandmother."

Victor wanted to say something, but Heimdall covered his mouth, "I haven't finished yet."

Victor spread his hands helplessly.

Heimdall smiled: "I don't want to see every important festival we spend together in the future surrounded by a group of sturlupines I know or don't know. You never invited me to your house for the festival."

"You must never say this in front of Rommel." Victor muttered.

Heimdall blinked, "Dad won't know."

Victor sighed, "You think everything is too beautiful, I think you should be clear, from an academic point of view, the pod is a black magic creature, assuming that the child really realized it through research, I don't think my grandmother is willing to accept The fact that her grandson is a dark magic creature."

"...Oh, Merlin." Heimdall threw himself on top of him, hugging his neck.

"Yes, oh, Merlin." Victor gently patted Heimdall's back.

After a while, he heard Heimdall say: "I still don't want to give up that research, even if it's not for my children, I don't want to give up. I hope to see this research recorded by magical institutions in my lifetime, and let wizards all over the world know , Hundreds of years ago, there were two wizards who did what only gods could do, they created life."

"Ambition is not small." Victor chuckled.

"You're very kind." Heimdall wanted to leave his embrace, but was pushed back by his boyfriend.

"What's wrong?" Heimdall was puzzled.

"It's nothing, I just want to hug you for a while longer." Master Krum blushed and was out of breath.

Heimdall thought the master was acting like a baby, so he let his boyfriend hug him happily.

However, from an angle that Heimdall could not see, the master was squinting his eyes halfway, looking critically at the man who was surrounded by the crowd and strolling.

With a smile so bright that it was contrived, and a demeanor so bright that it was disgusting, the world's number one seeker quickly identified the man as the latest Mr. Magic in France.

name?Master didn't want to remember at all.

What is this guy doing here?Mister Magic is so leisurely?

In fact, Victor misunderstood Mr. Magic, and he came to work.The background of their actual combat test this time is the folk Quidditch tournament jointly held by France and Monaco.Mr. Magic, as the image spokesperson of France, came to promote the competition, and the excuse of public travel was quite sufficient. Master Krum couldn't calm down because he was busy, so he didn't think of it for a while.

I don't know how long it took, but Heimdall couldn't help crying, "Weiwei, I want to change my position." It was tiring to be covered all the time.

"Baby, let's discuss, can you just keep facing the auditorium until I finish the exam."

"..."

***

Back at Hogwarts at night, Heimdall happily walked into the common room. Before his butt was warmed up on the sofa, Katenin threw something on his knee. Heimdall looked down and collapsed. face.

Professor Golden's psychological quality and speed of action are extraordinary, and the paper bag that was thrown back in the morning has been sent back now.

"Nero asked me to tell you," Professor Katenen put on Golden's slightly gloomy tone, and said, "There is no ulterior motive. I don't pay attention to the application results. This qualification is given to you." You, you can handle it yourself."

Heimdall felt melancholy upon hearing this.