HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 507 Miss Manners

This year's Barnabas Finkley Awards Gala was held in a small border town, where the land is sparsely populated, and the land is divided into different sizes and shapes by the rolling hills, just like the stained glass in the church, roughly Thick lines dance across the colorful glass, and the highest symbol of entrusting the spirit and praising the gods is constantly sublimated in the molding of the colored painting, and finally achieves the purpose of listening to the teachings of the gods.

However, the uncanny workmanship of nature can make all skilled craftsmen sigh. Heimdall wanders in the charming scenery of the mountain town and cannot extricate himself. In the golden autumn season, green, yellow and red complement each other, and the harvest is the most refreshing of the year. season.

The awards ceremony was held on a small hill to the west of the town. The rugged mountain roads formed by several small trails were scattered among the hills. At the top of the hill was an ancient relic, which preserved several brick walls and some pillars for three centuries. Since then, it has stood precariously on the top of the mountain.It was older than the local Muggles had lived in it, when there were only signs of animal activity.From a certain angle, this building presents a layered cross shape. The Muggles take it for granted as a sacred place, and set up a fence more than ten meters high around it to protect it from humans and people. Disruption of animal behavior.

In fact, this ancient building, which is said to have been baptized by war, was written by wizards and has hosted countless wizard gatherings for three centuries.When the village under the hill looked up at the ruins with reverence and longing, the wizards were on the top of the hill, singing praises, having fun, or discussing the direction of the future.The town is located in a mountainous area, and at the edge of the border, coupled with sparsely populated, the secrets of the building have not been discovered.It's very safe, and probably always will be.

Today, at the request of the organizing committee, Heimdall rushed to the meeting place on the top of the mountain before dawn. The master who went out together went to the headquarters of the Vulcan team. He will come together with the nominated teammates.After rehearsing and pondering a few days ago, Heimdall fully understood what he was doing.Contrary to the vague statement made by the magic organization at the beginning, he came to be a "Miss Manners", and to put it bluntly, he came to serve people.The organizing committee searched for underage wizards in all major institutions, requiring each member of the "Miss Manners" group to have both ability and political integrity. Of course, appearance is also one of the criteria for judging—Heimdall witnessed many beautiful boys during the rehearsal And girls, there are a few of those who are like fish and wild goose, which make you have serious self-doubt in an instant. Compared with others, you are like a caveman by yourself-after the self-recommendation of the institutions, the organizing committee carefully selects from the waiting list of good and bad Screening, in other words, maybe Heimdall has been figured out by the organizing committee from the inside out.

Boys and girls wearing dresses and gowns with the logo of the organizing committee—the toothed and spotted sea monster—was uniformly distributed and walked around the entire venue under the leadership of the staff, listening to the calloused-out song for the last time. Admonish, disband on the spot.But you can't go far, you must return to the venue and stand by before the guests arrive.

After changing into Muggle clothes, Heimdall and a girl who was also a member of the "Miss Manners" group went to visit the town under the hill. This girl was none other than Fleur Delacour's younger sister , Gabrielle Delacour.The little girl was recommended by Beauxbaton School of Magic, and the organizing committee specially set up a selection point in Beauxbaton, which shows that the legend of Beauxbaton's beautiful women has been widely recognized.

I believe that Gabrielle did not disappoint the organizing committee. Heimdall dared to say that she is the most touching one among all the hostesses.During the rehearsal, many boys and girls in the same group peeked at her. The staff of the organizing committee praised her and knew how to make the best use of it. They arranged Gabriel in the most prominent position to serve a very prominent award presenter.

Gabriel happily jumped across the path, and scared the little yellow (dog) who was resting on the side of the path and ran away. "Muggle pets are really timid." Gabriel stared dissatisfiedly at the direction of Xiao Huang's escape, pouted.

Heimdall couldn't help but laugh, "It's probably a matter of temperament."

Gabriel rolled his eyes at him.

In fact, the situation is similar to what Heimdall estimated. The number of wizards in the town is increasing. This awards show has attracted the attention of many wizards. Even if they cannot enter the venue, they are still interested in participating.There is an easy way to identify them by looking at their clothes.Muggle clothes would look out of place for wizards, and even if they were meticulously dressed, they would still give off a sense of inappropriateness and awkwardness.

During the Quidditch World Cup, the wizards' violations kept causing them trouble. Although Muggles subconsciously do not believe that there is another world besides the world they live in, this does not mean that Muggles do not have the keenness to see everything. Observation skills, so the British Ministry of Magic spent a lot of energy and dispatched a large number of staff to patrol, and immediately implemented amnestics when something went wrong. I heard that this job caused many wizards in charge of patrols to complain, and it was extremely hard to travel back and forth.

However, there is almost no such situation in this small town. One is because the number of residents here is small; There are wizards patrolling every door to prevent accidents.

The organizing committee's thoughtful arrangements basically eliminated the opportunity for Muggles to show their observation skills, and also allowed the majority of wizards to enjoy themselves in the town without changing their appearance.

"Look at that..."

When Heimdall and Gabriel were pointing at the above products in front of a small vendor, familiar voices passed by their ears. Heimdall turned around in surprise and met the eyes of the blond man who was walking hurriedly.Negative emotions disappeared from the man's face, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Rig!" Lucius opened his arms, followed by Narcissa who was walking carefully on the muddy road with the hem of his cloak in his hand, and a smile appeared on Narcissa's face.

"It's great to see you here." Heimdall hugged and kissed with the husband and wife respectively.

"How is Draco?"

"It's not bad, it's just a little emotional." Lucius said that Harry Potter's several nominations for the UK made his son very unbalanced.

"Ha... well, Potter is very special to the British wizarding world," said Heimdall.

Lucius pretended not to notice that he had changed his address, amused by his nephew's cautiousness.

"I heard from Rommel that you will also attend the party." Lucius said with a smile.

Heimdall nodded, and then noticed that the two of them were looking at Gabriel, who was on the side, and hurriedly introduced them.

After the introduction, Gabriel made a decisive decision, "I'll go somewhere else."

"No, no, no." Heimdall wanted to stop her, but Gabriel pushed her away with a smile.

"I know the way, don't bother you, nice to meet you, Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy, goodbye." The muddy water splashed from small puddles on the muddy road stained the hem of her robe mottled, she didn't Care, and leave briskly.

"She's a good girl." Narcissa seldom praised people.

"That's right, it's a pity that I don't have that luck." Heimdall's small face looked very sad, which amused his uncle and aunt.

The three continued to walk forward, with small shops opened by the residents of the town on both sides, strictly speaking, they should be shops.

After a while, Lucius' brows became tighter and tighter during the walk, but Narcissa was looking around, stopping in front of the vendors from time to time.She didn't respond to the unskilled flattery of the street vendor, but just watched with her eyes without saying a word.

At this time, Lucius would appear very impatient, he thought that Muggle things were not worth hanging around, and he even thought it was a mistake for him to stand here.The Malfoys were the only wizards around who weren't wearing Muggle costumes, and they could only turn a blind eye to Lucius' stubborn Heimdall, but luckily they were all wearing cloaks.At the same time, Heimdall was always on guard against any Muggles discovering the secret, so that he could take timely measures.

The sour smell of these cheap goods disturbed Mr. Malfoy. He couldn't understand why Narcissa, who had always been connected with him, was so abnormal.Mr. Malfoy underestimated women's desire to shop, despite the sewage, the muddy roads, the stench of animal excrement in the air, and even being surrounded by dumb muggles and domestic animals that are dumber than their owners, none of this The problem is that what women enjoy is the process of shopping, whether to buy or not is secondary, and the quality of the environment is irrelevant.

Heimdall somewhat understood why Lucius had an ugly face when they met just now. Narcissa had caused him a lot of mental torture.

"I think your complexion is not very good." Heimdall found that Lucius' face was livid, as if he was trying to tolerate something.

"I think I should find a place to have a drink." Lucius massaged his temples with his fingers, as if on the verge of collapse.

"I know a place." Heimdall volunteered.

Lucius used some brute force to pull away his reluctant wife, and couldn't wait to leave the place that made him sick.

This town has opened a wizard bar called Goblet, which is also the only bar run by wizards in the whole town. No one can tell when it was first built, and the old people in the town are vague when they encounter this problem. resignation.One thing is well known to the residents of the town. This bar has almost no customers. It is usually deserted. The opening time depends on the mood of the boss. No one in the local residents likes to go. As for the reason why they don’t like to go, everyone can’t explain it vaguely. So let it go.

Heimdall pushed the door open, Lucius muttered the moment he entered, Heimdall thought he must be relieved, the conditions here are actually not good, it is very different from the bar Lucius used to go to , but for Mr. Malfoy right now, he would rather stay in the wizard's bathroom than stand outside for even a second.

Two-thirds of the people were already seated in the bar, and the three of them sat down at a small round table near the corner. When Lucius asked the owner to deliver high-end wizard drinks, the owner regretfully and frankly told him that the store only Selling little bottles of Butterbeer, and nothing else, unless he was willing to try the Muggle drink, Lucius had a rather expressive look on his face.

After that, Lucius didn't say a word, and Narcissa ignored her stubborn husband and calmly asked for a bottle of butter beer.When Heimdall looked through the list, he found a drink called "Vitality", so he tried to order one.

The owner reminded him implicitly that this is a Muggle drink. Heimdall did not change his mind under Lucius' unbelievable stare. When Vitality was on the table, even Narcissa couldn't help but praise, "Really! pretty."

The transparent goblet contained a peacock-blue clear liquid, exuding a sweet and sour smell similar to a certain fruit, although its bright color made Heimdall a little wary—something that seemed too bright It couldn't be eaten—but he put his mouth to the rim of the glass and tried to take a small bite.

The husband and wife observed his expression nervously, as if he was drinking the most poisonous potion in the world.

Heimdall pursed his lips, and grinned under the unblinking gaze of the two, "It's a bit like Huohuocao toothpaste."

Huohuocao toothpaste is a well-known children's toothpaste in the wizarding world. This product has been around for decades, and it is still a hot-selling product. Its advertising slogan is to let your children kick away sleepy bugs as quickly as possible.Its taste is difficult to describe in words. It is said that this toothpaste can make you feel that your brain is being pried open immediately after you put it in your mouth. There is a hand stirring vigorously in your brain. , it allows you to have an unprecedented brand-new experience, this feeling can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.

Lucius frowned and froze for a while, "Is that okay?" He took a sip of the bright drink under Heimdall's nod, and after three seconds, the disgust and other emotions that Heimdall thought would appear disappeared. Appeared, another glass of Vitality was brought to their table and placed in front of Lucius.

Lucius took a sip expectantly, stroked the corner of his mouth gracefully, which was a sign of satisfaction.Narcissa seemed to know her husband for the first time, and watched him drink one after another in a daze, and ordered the second cup after a while.

Heimdall cleared his throat and tried his best to control his facial expression. It turned out that his uncle was a fan of Huohuocao toothpaste.

It is a pity that Rommel was not seen until Heimdall had to leave early to go to the venue, but this regret did not last long. The staff of the organizing committee seemed very nervous when arranging his work. This sentiment was somewhat contagious to him, although he didn't understand why the staff were nervous.

Their current location is on the square in front of the venue. The venue can accommodate 1500 guests inside, and the outside square is 900 square meters. The guests have to stand on the outside square for a while, and then follow the instructions of the organizing committee to enter the venue slowly. This process is equivalent to walking the red carpet, although there is no red blanket on the ground.

The staff took Heimdall to an inconspicuous corner at the entrance of the square, where every guest would enter. The staff poked their necks and kept looking around, seemingly very nervous.

"Sturluson," the staff said earnestly. "Mr. Hernando will come later, try not to talk too much."

I was not a talkative person, but he listened to what people said, there was no need to argue about such a trivial matter at this juncture, not to mention that the staff member's expression became more and more bitter as time went by.

Heimdall nodded silently, looking obedient, and the staff squeezed out a smile, as if satisfied with his reaction.

After a while, almost all the invited guests arrived, but the legendary Mr. Hernando was still missing, and the small faces of the staff began to show signs of cracking.In order to respect the highly respected Hernando, the organizing committee specially arranged for him to present the highlight of an academic award. If he does not come, it means that the award will be opened.Although his absence from the rehearsal had already prepared the organizing committee psychologically, no one was willing to give up until the end.The helpless move is to temporarily find a guest to replace them, but where can they find a wizard with the same status as Hernando at a critical moment?

The staff quickly thought of several feasible candidates, including Albus Dumbledore. The problem is that Professor Dumbledore has a task today...

The staff took out their handkerchiefs to wipe their sweat, and then discussed the countermeasures with colleagues around them.Heimdall, who had nothing to do, froze, only to be brought back to his senses by a burst of screams.

Led by the chairman of the Quidditch League, the nominated players came slowly, including Victor Krum.

Heimdall was leaning against the corner of the wall, biting his handkerchief, his eyes glowed, and his cheeks were blushing as he watched the handsomely dressed master walk past the entrance calmly. Faced with the frantic questions and flashing lights of the reporters who were blocked by the railings.

Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe it's just a wonderful coincidence. When the master turned his head to face the camera of a certain newspaper, he saw Heimdall standing in the corner like a gecko out of the corner of his eyes. The master paused for a moment. Hurrying to hold on to the wall, I was so excited that I was about to pass out.

The master was amused by his exaggerated behavior, and the smile from the heart was photographed by the reporters who were waiting for a rabbit, and it appeared in the newspapers and publications of the next day, and countless women were fascinated by it.Since then, the number of illegitimate children of the master has skyrocketed, and there are countless women who claim to have had a one-night affair with him, including men.

This is later.

The large troops of the Quidditch League walked over, and then he saw his father Rommel and a few men and women he didn't know walking in. Heimdall smiled and watched his father pass by not far away, as if he was juggling, Rommel, who was originally looking ahead, suddenly turned his head and met Heimdall's eyes.

"It's so handsome!" Heimdall waved his hand.

Rommel chuckled, turned around and continued to walk forward. The men and women beside him withdrew their puzzled gazes. From Heimdall's distance, they seemed to be asking their father something. Rommel's answer could not be answered due to the angle and distance. see clearly.

"It's troublesome..." The staff member took out his pocket watch and looked at it, muttering to himself for a while, and finally made a decision, "Sturlusson, you go in first, maybe you don't need to play, I will find you if I have something to do .”

Without waiting for Heimdall to nod, another female staff member ran towards them excitedly, "Come here!"

The staff cheered up, and led Heimdall along the wall to greet him very low-key.

The two saw an old man in a black wizard robe approaching, and the staff hurried up to hold the other's hand, and said beamingly, "Welcome."

A trace of suspicion flashed across the old man's face, and the staff said again, "This way please, Mr. Hernando."

"I'm not Hernando." The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he withdrew his hand and walked around the staff.

The staff was a little dumbfounded, and the female staff whispered to him: "The one behind is Mr. Hernando."

The staff hurriedly followed the instructions of the female colleague, and saw an elderly man with disheveled white hair dressed in scarlet and colorful markings walking step by step with a cane. However, the temperament of not being close to strangers permeated the surroundings, but it was as obvious as a needle prick. The staff were a little bit discouraged, but they still bravely went forward.

"Mr. Hernando, welcome." The staff tried hard to maintain a bright smile on their faces.

Hernando glanced at him lightly, and the staff immediately fell silent.

"If I don't come, I will become someone else."

The staff immediately blushed, and his female colleague came out to smooth things over by pushing Heimdall out.

"We have arranged for a staff member to take care of you, and he..."

"I haven't entered the coffin yet." Hernando didn't appreciate it, bypassing them and walking straight forward.

The staff member who came back to his senses pushed Heimdall, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Strulusson." He asked uneasy, "What wronged you, please wait until after the party is over, and we will agree to whatever you ask Yes, be smart when dealing with him."

Heimdall glanced at him, and the staff were dazed by his slightly sharp and impatient eyes. When the staff regained their senses, Heimdall had left him and chased after him.