HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 487

Early the next morning, Heimdall went to Sophia's Gringotts Wizarding Bank and opened an account for her there.Previously, Heimdall had entrusted the head of Gringotts Bank in Switzerland, who had been managing his grandmother’s finances, and now it is logical to take care of him. Buta will deposit a sum of money in this account every month for subscription Publications of the wizarding world.

As for how Muggle currency and wizard currency will be exchanged, and what is the ratio of exchange, Heimdall will leave it to the goblins to deal with it, just like he never dictates how Gringotts handles his money in Switzerland. They are quite famous in the circle of goblins.

The goblins of Gringotts in Switzerland are especially famous for their gossip. They like to gossip about their clients after dinner.Of course, with the dedication of the goblins, they would never reveal how much stock was left in the client's small vault. They preferred to talk about whether the wizard still planned to add something to the vault.

Goblins want to see Galleons pouring into the vaults more than wizards, and goblins hate living beyond their means more than wizards.For a client like Heimdall who hasn't taken a single Galleon for so many years, the fairies are naturally in love with it.Last year, Heimdall was once again selected as the winner of the year-end activity of Gringotts in Switzerland, "Top Ten Clients Most Loved by the President", and received a disc-shaped silver medal plate with a heart engraved in the center signed by the President , Encourage him to continue not taking a single Nat in the coming year.

As of now, he has received three identical prize plates.

He also often corresponded with the goblins in Gringotts, Switzerland, sometimes with the president, sometimes with the bank clerk who was in charge of his own finances.

Rommel always found it inconceivable that any wizard could strike up a conversation with those eccentric and suspicious misers.

In the wizarding world, it is difficult for a wizard without a regular income to open an account at Gringotts, and the goblins think that you "can't afford" their coffers.If you apply as a Muggle, you need to issue a certificate from the local magic department. The procedures are very cumbersome, and the efficiency of the wizarding world is not always fast.

Heimdall was now beginning to reap the fruit of his unseen good relationship with the goblins, and he sent the goblin receptionist with a depressed look as if he had been robbed. 10 minutes later, he took the vault key from the goblin and handed it to Buta - at this moment, Buta was like a hoarse oriole flying out of a cage and being dazed by nature at a loss—and told her how to fill out the rest of the form.

Another 10 minutes later, Buta stood at the gate of Gringotts, looking at the bustling street in front of him, the wizards rubbing shoulders, holding a black brass key with a small sign engraved with 0919 in his hand, and a letter written The account opening certificate with her name is like waking up from a dream.

He didn't leave until noon. When he left, Ko looked sullen, Buta was also a little preoccupied, feeling lonely without Heimdalko, and Buta was empty and unreliable.They seemed to regard him as a guardian, but the focus of guardianship was different.

"It's not life and death." Heimdall patted the big man on the shoulder. "I can't help myself now, but no matter what, I will definitely find time to see you."

Ko rubbed his eyes, pursed his lips and nodded.

Buta smiled shyly, and said "you" to Heimdall excitedly.

Facing the light and heat of the scorching sun at noon, Heimdall waved his sleeves. There was no cloud in the sky, and there were no clouds to pass by. His memory was frozen on the two young faces crying and laughing under the blue sky of Sofia.

At Mrs. Crumb's suggestion, the whole family had dinner at noon. The old lady's original words were "no one is allowed to be absent".Rommel was present on behalf of the Strulusson family.

The farewell party was obviously more lively than the welcome party. Heimdall felt that Mrs. Krum talked more than usual, and nine times out of ten she regarded him as the plague god. He must be very happy to be able to send the old lady away today.

After lunch, Victor proposed to take a walk in the woods with Heimdall to digest food. Everyone looked up at the scorching hot sun outside the big glass window, and then looked at the little white-faced homeboy Stu who obviously often nestled under the eaves Director Lu Song shifted his gaze to Mr. Krum, whose dark brown skin glowed with health and luster, who obviously often sweated under the sun, and then stared at him in silent protest.

The master calmly pulled Heimdall's arm to hook his own, and walked out the door easily and happily.

Walking under the shade of the trees did not feel the heat was unbearable, and there was a gentle breeze blowing, which relieved the heat on his body. Heimdall took a deep breath comfortably, and the master took the opportunity to hold his lips in his mouth and rub his ears and temples for a long time.

"I hired an assistant." Just teasing, Victor took out a photo from his pocket, and Heimdall reached out to take it.

The background of the photo looks like an office. In the center of the photo sits a stern-looking lady who looks about forty years old. She is wearing a well-fitting dark robe with every button neatly fastened. A wrinkle, as if it had been calculated precisely.

"It looks...very efficient." Heimdall commented, and returned the photo to Victor.

Victor laughed, seemingly very happy, "I also think she will not disappoint me."

Generally speaking, the distance between the assistant and the employer is much closer than that between the bodyguard and the employer. It is equivalent to a nanny in official business. Some employers even entrust the work arrangement of the bodyguard to the assistant.Heimdall immediately thought of the free-spirited Peacock Blue...but this was Victor's business, and he quickly put this thought aside.

"Why did you suddenly think of asking for an assistant?"

Victor said: "After officially leaving the campus, the work suddenly increased. The coach suggested that I ask an assistant to make a work list for me and tell me what I should do next at an appropriate time."

Heimdall laughed, "The coach must be worried about your negligence in practice and competition."

"I'm still a player now, what can I do if I don't practice or play?" He said as if he was useless and wronged.

"If you act as an endorsement for others, the money will come in like a splash." Heimdall was always jealous.

The master coughed suddenly when he heard this, and somehow conjured a magazine out of nowhere.Heimdall took the magazine in his hand and took a closer look. There was a brightly colored bookmark on a page that was absolutely hard to ignore. Heimdall raised his eyes and glanced at Victor, who didn't seem to care.Heimdall suppressed a smile, lowered his head and followed the bookmark to open the page.

It was a double-page advertisement, and the character in it was undoubtedly Mr. Victor Klum.

"Ouch, who is this charming gentleman?!" Heimdall bluffed exaggeratedly, his eyes almost stuck to the coloring page.

Victor was silent for a moment, grabbed his chin, and raised his face to his own.

Heimdall turned a blind eye to the master's gaze, raised the magazine in his hand, and almost slapped the master on the face.

"To tell you the truth, he is much more handsome than you. Look at his movements, look at his momentum, look at his demeanor, look at his eyes, look at his coquettish clothes..." Heimdall squinted at the advertisement In the lower right corner, frowning. "Why mints? I thought it was an advertisement for clothes or shoes!" Mr. Kui put on such a sexy pose, with such alluring eyes.

"What's the name of this mint?" Heimdall asked again. "I can't read French!" Whenever I encounter a language I don't understand, I spontaneously classify it as "French".

The master found a sense of balance from Heimdall's words, this kid is just so sullen.

"It's Italian." Wickdo laughed, making a gesture to smoke a magazine, but Heimdall slapped it away.

Victor gave up and hooked his shoulders, "Now I eat this brand of mints for free. I have asked the house elf to pack a copy for you. You can bring it to school and ask your classmates to try it."

"Mr. Krum is quite smart, he advertises for manufacturers in a disguised form." Heimdall very "consciously" accepted the magazine together.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Rommel accompanied Heimdall to the school and turned to find Professor Katenen for tea. Victor didn't stop there, and went to Kapok Town to clean up the rented house.

Heimdall's luggage was sent to the west tower, and if nothing happened, he would live in this dormitory tower for two full school years.Today's Heimdall has slowly learned not to think too much about things. There is nothing foolproof in this world, and everything is possible before the dust settles.

Pushing open the door of the dormitory, I saw the familiar interior furnishings - the internal structure of each dormitory tower is similar - the flames of the fireplace jumped up, ran to the window and looked out, and I could see the messenger shed hidden by the forest Room.

"Rig!" Carlo Jones, wearing a hooded cloak, ran in like a bear waking up from hibernation and jumped at him, venting his joy.

Heimdall rolled his eyes in his delight.

"Your tonnage is more lethal." Heimdall took a deep breath, his calves were trembling and almost collapsed.

Carlo quickly lifted off the cloak, showed off his bucket waist, and posed in a pose that he thought was very chic, "Don't you think I'm more handsome and manly?"

Before he could finish singing, someone patted him on the shoulder, stretched his arm and pushed him aside, "Sorry, this should be about me."

Heimdall and Carlo both opened their eyes wide, looking at this handsome guy who was obviously over 1.8 meters tall, the jealous faces of the two looking up at a 30-degree angle turned ferocious.

Lian enjoyed this moment very much, and pushed down the peaked cap on his head proudly.

"Are you fascinated by this handsome man's temperament?"

"What did you eat?" Heimdall walked around the tall and straight Rian in amazement. Look at this catalyst, which is more amazing than bulking agent.

"I know a medicine," Carlo stroked his chin, and fiddled with his "profound" knowledge again. "Eating it can indeed stimulate bone regeneration, but it has a fatal side effect." As he spoke, he glanced lewdly at Rian's lower body. "It will greatly shrink a man's lifeblood."

Ryan took off his hat, intending to smack the little fat man's face.

"Don't believe it, this potion does exist." Leon, who was the last to arrive, supported Carlo's statement.

There is no more suitable witness than Leon in terms of potions, and Carlo shook hands with him happily.

Who invented this potion?Heimdall was speechless, what a vicious drug.

"I think the market prospect of this drug is quite promising." Carlo's face was deep. "After all, everyone can see their size. It's quite effective to deceive ignorant girls who judge people by their appearance, but their lifelines are not..." He looked at the other person's lower body with no deep meaning.

Ryan jumped up to fight him desperately, and stood still in the middle of the jump. At that time, Carlo made a defensive move in a panic. Seeing him suddenly stuck, he couldn't help but wondered, "What's the matter? Is the root of life really Unwell?"

With a look of grief and indignation, Rian was going to take off his pants to check the body of the root of life, and Leon focused directly on a certain place with a calm face; Carlo rubbed his cheeks and screamed, and slapped Heimdall's eyes.

Heimdall grabbed his hand, "Why are you screaming and covering my eyes?!"

Carlo was at a loss, "It's probably a conditioned reflex..." In fact, he didn't know why it was done in one go.

"I'm not a woman!" Heimdall spat.

"I don't think Krum would want you to see other male dicks," Carlo pointed out.

Heimdall's expression froze, "...I don't intend to look at the lifeblood of other men, and besides, I have the same ones that other men have."

Carlo's eyes almost popped out, he didn't know what he thought of, and he slapped Heimdall on the back forcefully with a face full of embarrassment, "Damn it! It's not serious!"

The bewildered Heimdall almost fell to his knees by his meaty claws.

There is an orientation meeting in the evening, and all teachers and students in the school have to participate. A few children are very excited. At this time last year, their minds were elsewhere. Now they don’t know any of them in the second grade. They just took this opportunity to recognize faces and let them see themselves. For the majesty of the senior brother.

Before going out, Heimdall took out a sack of mints that Victor had wrapped for him. Yes, you read that right, it was a sack.Several buddies looked at the bag in amazement, and when Heimdall took out the boyfriend's advertisement and displayed it around, they were speechless.Heimdall stuffed handfuls into their arms, and kept saying, "Eat, eat, you're welcome, I still have a lot—"

Several buddies couldn't help feeling their teeth sore.

After exiting Sita, several people all shivered and wrapped their fur cloaks tightly around their bodies.

"The weather here is still so damn, it's strange that I have dreamed of this feeling more than once during the whole school year at Hogwarts." Carlo opened his mouth wide to laugh out loud, and the wind and snow poured into his nose mercilessly, The heroic laughter ended without a problem, and the earth-shattering choking cough sounded again from the sky and the earth.

"Because we are Durmstrang," said Heimdall.

"That's right!" Carlo, whose eyes were red from coughing, ignored the thick layer of ice crystals accumulated on the cloak, and hooked Heimdall's shoulder affectionately.

Several children suddenly howled in unison, and ran like crazy towards the Toutian Auditorium where the welcome party was held, a series of indistinct screams and laughter blew in the wind.

On the way to the Toutian Auditorium, we met several streams of people, and everyone asked them about Hogwarts.

"The school newspaper this semester should talk about the Triwizard Tournament." Some students made such a request to Carlo.

Carlo understood that they were drunkards who didn't care about drinking, so he nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry."

The topic turned around to their respective holiday life. When someone mentioned Quidditch, Victor naturally became the protagonist of the topic. Heimdall once again "reluctantly" took out the advertisement to show off, talking about humility, That small appearance is really indescribably elated.

The teeth of several friends started to sour again.

"Sturluson!"

Just as Heimdall was pulling a classmate and pointing at the magazine, a high-pitched yell pierced straight into his ear like a thruster.

Not only him, but everyone in the circle turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.

I saw a tall, burly, blond man approaching aggressively, and the students around Heimdall involuntarily gave way to him. Heimdall could only recognize who he was when he came up to him.

Edda Bonasera?

"Bonasera?" Heimdall smiled slightly. "Long time no see, hello, what can I do for you?"

Bonasera stood upright like a clothes pole, and Heimdall couldn't help puffing out his chest and tucking in his stomach, puzzled by his tangled expression of hesitating to speak and refusing to greet.

"Sturluson!" Bonasera took a step forward and held his hands, his eyes sparkling and his expression earnest. "Heimdall! Rig!"

Heimdall felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, "Please tell me if you have anything to say."

"Please vote for me."

Heimdall didn't understand what it meant, so he heard Carlo bluff, "Foul foul! You can't vote in private!"

Bonasera turned a deaf ear to them, holding hands one by one and staring at each other speechlessly. After staring, the lines were the same, "Please vote for me."

"Vote? What to vote for?" There were also those who were as ill-informed as Heimdall.

"From this school year onwards, the president of the student union will be elected by the students of the whole school." Carlo broke the news. "The principal no longer chooses the president."

Looking at Bonasera, who was going farther and farther away, "affectionately" all the way, someone wondered, "Is he also a candidate?"

Caro said: "It is said that anyone above the fifth grade can participate in the election."

[VII. I don’t know if I should use the title of the horse to express the fifth grade in Paulownia’s heart]