HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 496 Look at the food...

Heimdall pushed the door open, and the waiter holding a silver plate greeted him graciously—the walking posture was unhurried, but extremely fast—the two whispered for a while, and the waiter waved his hand in a certain direction, wasn't it more accurate finger pointing.The waiter helped Heimdall take off his cloak, and waved his wand to quickly clean the snow from his clothes, trousers and shoes. Heimdall nodded to him, and they exchanged friendly smiles when they turned around.

Heimdall found today's date behind a screen with a black wooden frame inlaid with oily and colorful shells. The screen seems to be the main method used by this branch store to divide the space. He passed a wooden screen in front of him; Canvas screens in oil painting style; a screen with yellowed old photos on it, and the table reserved by La Carlini Jr. is behind the fourth screen.

The theme of the screen of Chili Swan Kapok branch fits the name of the store, no matter what material or shape, it remains the same.

This space, which is regarded as a box, does not have a couple booth. A simple rectangular black wooden table is placed in the center, and four chairs face each other. The material is the same as the screen frame, which should be an integrated design.The more prominent one, and the first thing Heimdall saw at the same time, was the crystal chandelier hanging directly above the wooden table, covered with thumb-sized swans, and each swan was carved lifelike and lifelike, not because of its small size. Show timidity in craftsmanship.

The crystal lamps are layered on top of each other like a tower, and they are dazzling. The bottom layer, which is the layer closest to the ground, hangs more than one meter above the table. If you are tall, you can hit your forehead if you don't pay attention.

This little La Carlini is definitely a chandelier fan, and he is also a crystal chandelier fan.

While Heimdall was brainstorming, the two people in the box were watching him intently.

Little La Carlini narrowed his eyes slightly, as if his eyes were dazzled by the cold and hard refracted light of the crystal lamp.The face that was always blurred suddenly became extremely clear, and at the same time, the insignificant and short in the impression gradually faded away under the pressure of the new impression until it disappeared into nothing.

Finally, the two faces overlapped, the current one and the one on the poster.

"Hey, let me introduce you!" The girl sitting next to little Lacarlini pushed his arm vigorously, and a pair of unusually exquisitely painted taupe eyes aimed at Heimdall with interest, not at all. Sweeping up and down in a reserved manner.

Heimdall was momentarily dazzled by the diamond brooch the size of a pigeon egg on her skirt.She was wearing a wizard robe that fit her figure very well. The collar was cut very low, making her chest look more turbulent. It was the first time Heimdall saw someone modify a straight-up killer (wizard robe) into tights...

Little La Carlini pursed his lips, and glanced at his female companion lightly, and the woman stared straight back without any timidity.Little Lacarlini raised an eyebrow, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Heimdall.

"I also have a companion, can I invite him to sit with me?" Heimdall's eyes fell on the female companion when he said this, implying that since you have brought everyone, We also demand equal treatment.

"Yes, yes!" It was the female companion who made the first move.

Little Lacarlini rolled his eyes and smiled at Heimdall. Heimdall turned and left. After a while, he returned here with his boyfriend.

The eyes of the tights straightened, as if they were glued directly to Victor with the most powerful adhesive spell.

La Carlini stroked his clothes and stood up——Heimdall glanced at Victor resentfully, why didn't he receive such courtesy when he came here alone just now? !

Victor smiled and touched his cheek.

"Long time no see, Mr. Krum." Little Lacarini held out his hand.

"Yes, hello, Mr. Lacarlini." Victor also stretched out his hand.

The two shook hands symbolically, then withdrew.

"I'm Dalia!" The lady in tights hurriedly stood up, slightly raised her chest and turned sideways, showing her catkin in a very beautiful gesture.

Victor once again pulled out a greeting smile that did not have any meaning, and when he tried to withdraw his hand from the lady, his palm was slightly scratched, like a small sable brush with naughty Passed by with a caress.What this means is clear to a man.

The master put down his hands, without changing his face.

"You can call me Tao Li." The eyes of the lady in tights were shining brightly. "It's the first time I've seen Mr. Krum in person," he said, smiling excitedly. "I am your fan. I believe that all wizards who like to watch Quidditch are your fans. You belong to the world."

Anyone with eyes can see this woman's intentions. Heimdall coughed heavily, and Victor wanted to laugh because he didn't mind being exposed at all.

The master's faint smile gave a wrong hint to a very confident woman, so he tried even harder to flirt.

Little La Carlini wanted to do something to express his emotions, such as rolling his eyes or something. As a male partner of a girl like Dalia, who is always trying to show her charm, it is quite embarrassing. The problem is that he can't hide. Let alone her, the hateful thing is here, privilegeism does not work on her, because she is equal to him in family status, that is, the so-called same class.

La Carlini Jr. thinks it's not bad to fall in love with such a girl and pursue some excitement. If you marry her...he is not so generous, and his heart is not so strong.Many women want to find a safe arm to rely on for the rest of their lives. In fact, men also need a sense of security, sometimes even more urgently than women psychologically.Dalia is not the kind of woman who can reassure her husband, and a man feels insecure if he marries her.

This is what is worrying. A few days ago, his father seemed to want him to fix Dalia down. Perhaps Dalia's parents also had this intention. Recently, this woman clings to her very tightly. It seems that this arranged marriage is not rejected. Of course, her style of work has not improved at all, she still does her own way; she still looks for lovers all over the world; she still gets off this bed and then jumps on that bed...or those beds .

Regardless of expressly implying that this woman could not understand his refusal, or pretended not to understand, so little La Carlini's life has become a mess recently because of his depressed mood.Correspondence with Heimdall was a vent he finally found. Just now, for a moment, he was sincerely grateful to Dalia and his desire to conquer gushed out - he yelled at Krum as if no one else was there.Krum is not an ordinary three-legged cat. Although his background is not as good as that of the Lacarini family, he is still worthy of the stage.They can make a pair, and Lacarlini laughed and applauded in his heart for his vision.

Just when Lacarlini imagined pushing the women around him into Krum's arms, booking rooms for them, sending them to bed, he was even willing to help them book the wedding venue, write and distribute invitations now... …Just as he vented his emotional depression through various brain supplements, and finally got some comfort from it, Heimdall’s cough woke him up—damn, sweet dreams always wake up the fastest, and you can’t see ending.

"Everyone sit down." Lacarlini regretfully faced reality again.

The four of them sat down two by two. Lacarlini Jr. and the lady in tights sat back in their original positions, and Heimdall and Victor faced them.

"Let's eat first." Little Lacarlini called the waiter, who was the one who showed Heimdall just now.

Little La Carlini reported the name of the dishes familiarly, and the lady in tights also said a few things. It seems that these two are regular customers.This is the second time for Heimdall to come here. Rommel ordered for him last time, so he asked for the menu, but the menu that came up was a bit thicker than the city wall - it was extremely ostentatious, saying "Only you can't imagine without us "I can't do it" business philosophy——Heimdall retreated, and according to the old rules, everything was handed over to Victor.

The food served in this restaurant is very fast. Heimdall smiled happily when he saw the dishes that the master ordered for him. There are so many meats~

During the dinner, Raccalini Jr. asked Heimdall about his life in the school. Heimdall was always surprised. He thought that Racarlini Jr. was only doing business with himself and would not put down his airs.Originally thought that their conversation time would not last, who knew that little La Carlini dragged him wildly as if eager to get rid of something, without panting.Today's Lacarlini has repeatedly refreshed Heimdall's established concepts.

Heimdall learned from the conversation that the ceramic chess pieces and the chessboard were made by Lacarlini Jr. in order to please his grandfather.

The man and woman facing each other on the other side were ignored. The lady was a little annoyed at first, but she immediately changed her mind after seeing Victor who was also left out.

The lady in tights tried to create a topic that belonged to them, um, preferably one that could go deep.The hot eyes of the lady in tights circled the master, lingering on him for a long time, seemingly extremely satisfied.But gradually, the lady in tights found that the master seemed to have no unnecessary reaction to her, not even an admiring look, and the lady in tights, who was always unfavorable in the relationship with the opposite sex, couldn't sit still.

Little La Carlini has already moved from Southern Europe to Eastern Europe, and is slowly approaching Northern Europe at the moment. In fact, Director Strulusson can't sit still anymore.Heimdall would like to suggest that he have a conversation with Victor. I don't understand the elegant things he said, and I can't feel the sensibility in the work, let alone the so-called sense of resonance.Heimdall desperately forked the meat into his mouth, trying to divert his attention, otherwise he would yawn.

As he slipped away quietly, his attention began to develop horizontally, and he immediately noticed the small movements of the lady in tights. She took out a small book from the purse she was carrying, and asked Victor to sign it for him.The master was stunned for a moment, and when he took it, the woman touched his little hand...

A heart-wrenching and piercing noise pierced into the ears of several people from Heimdall's plate. Mr. Sturlusson accidentally slipped a metal fork on the gold-painted lake blue porcelain plate just now, creating a gray line. line.

"Sorry." Heimdall immediately apologized to everyone.

Little Lacarlini is not a fool, of course he sensed Heimdall's absent-mindedness, he just pretended not to notice that's all, if he keeps pretending to be stupid like this, he will be really stupid.

Racarini Jr. raised his glass to him and closed his mouth. Heimdall smiled apologetically at him, feeling that this person was not as difficult to serve as he had imagined.

Heimdall put down his knife and fork and reached for his glass.

The lady in tights was the only one among them who was not affected by the noise just now. She seemed anxious to express something, she stood up anxiously and bent forward, brushing the cups and plates on the table with her well-maintained hands, straight to The master touched the door, and the master quickly leaned back.

Someone's movements instantly reached the speed of a god.

There was a sound of "Duh", something was inserted deeply into the table, and the solid high-grade wooden table shook indiscernibly at the moment the hole was formed.The tail of this kind of thing stands up high, straight as a pole, like the wedge used by the exorcist in the middle ages to deal with vampires, with a strong aura of killing demons and killing demons, using violence to control violence, sandwiched between a well-maintained animal Between the catkin's index finger and thumb, it just clasped the hand and continued to move forward, "nailing" it in place.

It was a gleaming silver fork, the front of which was completely submerged into the table—a shocking depth.

The woman's scream was delayed for a moment before it sounded. At this time, the three men present had already prepared accordingly, so they all behaved calmly and calmly at the moment the scream sounded.

Little La Carlini waved away the waiter who had heard the sound.

With the screams still ringing in her ears, Lacarini Jr. closed her eyes, turned to her and said in Italian: "Shut up!"

The screaming stopped abruptly, and the woman stared in horror at Heimdall as he waved his wand.

This action actually didn’t mean anything. Heimdall looked at his hand in confusion, “Huh? Where’s my fork?” Then he glanced casually, and a sweet smile appeared on his face, “Ah! There!”

The lady in the tights shuddered.

Heimdall reached out to pull it out, but of course he couldn't, so he used magic to get the poor fork out.He put away his wand, picked up a snow-white napkin to wipe it lightly, and continued to eat the unfinished plate with it. The understatement made the lady in tights shudder.

The creases of the smile on the master's face seemed uneven from just now, but when he turned his eyes, he found that the baby opposite him was observing him with meaningful eyes. Those eyes made the master feel a sense of crisis. The mood is gone.

After that, the whole lunch came to an end in a calm state.

Heimdall expected the lady in tights to be angry, to be rowdy, to kill with her eyes, or at least to slap the table, but no, nothing happened, as if nailing the fork was an illusion.Heimdall admits he thinks of her a little differently.

After the dessert was served, Heimdall and Lacarini Jr. started talking about the topic, which was unexpectedly quick.

There was the damage report sent by Heimdall to Lacarlini Jr. All the data was clear at a glance, so there was no need to waste words. Racarini Jr. was the head of the room and could fully understand such a report.

"I can only do my best," Heimdall finally said, without making any promises.

Little Lacarlini settled the bill—the previous hole was repaired by the magic of Heimdall, the instigator, and they each took their cloaks from the waiter.Little Lacarlini was even faster than the old man, the Seeker, and snatched Heimdall's cloak from the waiter, stood behind Heimdall and held up the cloak to help him put it on. Heimdall gave him a " "Frightened" expression, the lady in tights looked at him coldly, with some kind of realization.

When the ice and snow hit their faces, they all exhaled.

"It's too cold in here." The lady in tights uttered the first and only complaint since then, and stomped her feet hard.

"Then we'll take our leave." Heimdall and Victor stood together, sending parting smiles to the Italian couple.

The Italian men and women were quite surprised. The men's eyes fell on Heimdall's face; the women's eyes stayed on the master.

"We can find a bar." The lady in tights tried her best to invite. Her straight reddish golden hair was blown everywhere by the strong wind. She covered them in embarrassment, but looked at Victor without blinking. .

"We want to be alone next time." Victor said bluntly, his eyes circled around Heimdall from the beginning to the end, leaving no room for the lady.

The lady in tights suddenly became half cold.

"I invite you to dinner." Little La Carlini didn't want to end like this.

Heimdall shook his head firmly.

Italian men and women had to accept such an arrangement.Raccalini grabbed Heimdall's arm the moment he turned to leave. Heimdall turned his head in confusion, and Raccalini said, "Let's make another appointment, and there will never be anyone else next time." .”

Heimdall thought for a while and said, "Actually, I think that instead of wasting your time on repairs—it may not be possible to repair it, you might as well buy other works of the Cavalry Master. I believe that money should not be a problem with you. "

The Cavalry Master is the master of making wizard chess in the wizarding world. All the works of the Cavalry Master will have the signature "Blue-Eyed Cavalry" on them.No one knows the real name of the master himself, and not knowing the name means not knowing what kind of person he is.The cavalry master has not released a new work for 70 years. Is he still alive? If he has passed away, when did he die?This is one of the great mysteries of the wizarding world so far, and he (or she) is quite a mysterious figure.

The hand on Heimdall's arm tightened, "Let's meet again." Little Lacarlini said firmly.

"Not next week," said Heimdall.

Lacarlini paused for a moment, and let go of his hand, "I can't either." Heimdall was about to say something more, but Heimdall didn't bother, and said bluntly, "Then let's contact by letter." He waved his sleeves , Wood did not take away a snowflake.

La Carlini Jr. watched the two of them walk away from his field of vision, into the boundless snowstorm... hand in hand.

"You want to get rid of me that much?" The lady in tights suddenly spoke to remind him that she was still there.

Little La Carlini turned around, took the woman's hand and hooked it into his arms, and sneered, "Patience dear, I can't bear you, and you don't want to bear me, but one of our jobs is to Playing the closest couple in the world. At least for now, that's what everyone wants to see, and we have to meet everyone's needs." Until the day when it's no longer necessary.

"I'll put up with you, and I think I'll last forever," the lady in the tights leaned closer to him, seemingly sweetly, "for what you'll inherit one day, don't you want to dump me like those bitches. "

Little Lacarlini stared forward blankly, with a bit of embarrassment and self-deprecating tone: "I have doubted myself more than once, why did I rush to get rid of them back then, but I gave you a chance."