HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 541 Dad's Blue Velvet Cabin

Heimdall thought that the destination of the trip was the ancestral home of Sturlusson, but the horse-drawn carriage took them to Finland, and they got off at the horse station next to the Helsinki station.

They walked out of the carriage station and came to the street. The Northern City of Daylight, mostly built of unique style of light-colored granite, stood majestically in the snow and ice, majestic and majestic.

"I've been living in Finland all these years," Rommel said. "On the one hand, it is convenient for going to work. On the other hand, I like it here. So far, I don't feel bored. I don't think it will be a problem to live for another ten or eight years." He suddenly took Heimdall's hand and turned into an alley , a few beams of light shoot down from the top of the head from time to time, and light and shadow hover under the feet, alluding to the hint of space transformation.

Occasionally, a wizard in a cloak passed them by, and the wizards nodded to each other whether they saw each other's faces clearly or not.As the scene slowly moved back, they became farther and farther away from the Muggle world, farther and farther away from the silver-clad, spotless city, and farther away from the people wrapped in thick coats or down jackets.

As Rommel led him up a metal staircase that clings to a cold wall, he pushed open one of the doors, revealing an empty room with only a fireplace.

At the door sat a witch reading a newspaper.

Rommel took out a few silver coins and threw them into the wooden box in front of the gatekeeper witch. Regardless of whether the witch could hear what she said, or had any associations with it, he said without hesitation: "But for me None of this can be compared to Reykjavik in terms of quality.”

Heimdall quickly squinted, and the witch, who had been indifferent until now, still looked numb, guessing that she might not understand German.

Rommel grabbed a handful of Floo powder in a jar on the fireplace.

"Do you still remember the place names I taught you when you got off the carriage just now?"

"Blue Velvet Cottage."

Rommel nodded, and the figure disappeared after the sudden burst of green flames.

Heimdall reviewed the place names in his mind and walked into the fireplace.

Heimdall once imagined what kind of environment his father would live in, and based on the rental house in Kapok Ancient Town, he roughly formed an outline in his mind, but the result was not like that at all, far from his imagination.

Blue Velvet Cottage was not a small house, and certainly not on the grand scale of Malfoy Manor, it was about the same size as Victor's personal lawyer's house, maybe a little bigger than that.

All arrangements are based on the premise of comfort, and the soft decoration is mainly based on clear and bright colors, which once again subverted Heimdall's imagination of the main color of the space being heavy and deep.Rommel showed him around all the rooms with great interest, except for the study which looked very expensive - I couldn't find another suitable description for the time being - the other rooms were very ordinary, even Rommel's own bedroom was simple Outrageous.It can be seen that his father is not a pure hedonist, but has some pursuits, such as collecting various spirits.

The entrance to the basement is in a corner of the side hall near the window. Dodoma lifted the carpet, and a square movable door with a handle appeared on the floor.Opening the wooden door, the space below flickered and suddenly lit up.Walking down the wooden escalator connecting the side hall and the basement, they were greeted by the basement of the blue velvet cottage.

There was a vague fragrance in the air, woody, fruity, floral, etc. mixed together. The ground under the feet was covered with white pebbles, and the rough feet stepped on it prompted Heimdall to take off his shoes to do something. The urge for a foot massage.

The entire space is rectangular. Heimdall first saw the four large wine barrels stacked together facing the escalator. Then he saw the whole picture of the basement clearly. He stood dumbfounded in front of the wine cabinet, and the four walls were all made into shelves for wine. , which is currently two-thirds full.It is not so much a basement as a private wine cellar.

After a while, Heimdall recovered his voice, "Drinking too much alcohol will hurt your health."

Rommel patted him on the back with a smile, "Go and see your room, tell Hina if there is anything missing."

Although there is no such possibility, Heimdall still nodded, and when he left the basement, he said embarrassedly: "Can you give me a bottle of vodka? You can make a price." He was dazzled by various vodkas on the shelf just now After a quick glance, I even doubted my judgment on this kind of wine that I was quite familiar with.

Rommel patted his forehead unexpectedly, and there was a crackling sound in the quiet basement. Heimdall didn't feel any pain, but was stunned by the sound, and subconsciously touched his forehead.

"You have many reasons." Rommel looked at him expressionlessly.

Heimdall smirked twice, and left the basement with his tail between his legs.

Rommel arranged his bedroom next to the master bedroom. Although it is not as big as the master bedroom, the living conditions are quite good. Standing by the window and looking out, you can see that Rommel was the first to decide to buy this bedroom. The reason for the house is a shimmering azure lake, and the lakeside is full of grass, flowers, and trees reflected on the clear water.

Heimdall gradually realized the value of this house. The house itself is irrelevant, but the surrounding scenery is unstoppable. The house can be rebuilt, and a season and a scene cannot be copied.

Staring out the window for a long time, Feiyang's mood gradually settled down.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the door. Heimdall looked back and saw Rommel smiling at him standing at the door.

"Here's your luggage, and the animals."

Heimdall followed Hina's guidance to the first floor, walked through a passage connecting the dining room, tea room, and kitchen, and finally walked into the kitchen.When he entered the kitchen, he swore he saw a house-elf, but the other party was more vigilant than he was, suddenly yelled something in a low voice, terrified as if he saw a monster in a horror movie, and disappeared without a trace.Heimdall paused for a moment, and continued walking as planned, allowing himself to ignore what had just happened.

There is also a door in the kitchen that leads to the garden at the back of the house.

Heimdall leaned on the door and looked out through the glass on the door. He saw his luggage lying on the steps behind the door. He pushed the door open, and a black shadow rushed towards him with a piercing scream.Heimdall held the doorknob calmly, and the black shadow hung on his chest, then jumped up lightly with a kick, and climbed onto his shoulder.

[You actually threw me at the baggage check station for the carriage rental! ] The tone of the pod is very resentful, this trip seems not to be very pleasant.

"But you came here safely, didn't you? Nothing is more important than safety." Heimdall evaded the important, turned around and walked down the steps quickly, and the luggage on the ground was picked up by Hina.

Something bumped against his foot, and looking down, it was Bun, who was pulling the laces of his shoes.Heimdall bent down to pick it up, and within a few steps, Xiao Ba fell from the sky, which startled Heimdall.Xiao Ba was hanging on the thick branch of a towering tree, and with a sense of accomplishment, he let out a strange cry that was very close to the hiss of a snake, but deeper than that.

At that time, the eight-eyed prince often made such a sound in front of him. He once thought it was a threat from the eight-eyed spider to warn the enemy, but later found that it was not the case. It was actually just a joyful expression.

Heimdall took a moment to review the incredible journey in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, some fragments flashed in his mind one by one, the memory was still fresh, and a thought flashed in his mind.

Heimdall walked around the happy Xiao Ba thoughtfully.

On the other side of the tree, Toffee squatted on the ground, staring up at the row of birdcages on the branch.Only the first cage contained a beautiful macaw, and the other cages were empty.

The macaw flapped its brightly colored wings and screamed and screamed without stopping for a moment, showing excessive excitement. Later Heimdall found out that it was not excited.

Toffee stared at them with murderous, hungry eyes. Even if the ground was in the air and the terrain was unfavorable, how could a bird resist the momentum of the beast.Heimdall noticed that its tail began to drag slowly, and it hadn't been a day or two with it, and immediately realized that Toffee was preparing to attack, so he quickly diverted its attention by hugging, kissing and nagging , let Hina prepare food for it.

The macaw finally calmed down, but it looked like a chilling cicada.

Toffee didn't go anywhere, but lay down under the tree and gnawed on the beef leg that Hina prepared for it. While eating, she looked up at the birdcage on the tree from time to time, as if she was very interested in the parrot.

Heimdall felt that the bird was very worthy of sympathy, and his hair faded from fright.

Considering that Olar is about to participate in the annual Christmas mail peak and become one of the thousands of parcel delivery staff, although most of the postal parcels Heimdall intends to use professional owl companies to deliver, Relatives and friends around him still need Olar to fly in person, which is a manifestation of intimacy.

Fortunately, Olar's flying altitude is different from that of owls, otherwise he may be involved in the large-scale rear-end accident of owls on Christmas Eve.I heard that in Europe, every year before Christmas, we will face such a dilemma. Owls criss-cross the sky, bumping into each other and making a mess. Wizards who accidentally step into this area will inevitably leave a few puddles of bird droppings on their bodies when they escape. .The owl accident not only affects the quality of the courier and delays the delivery time, but the owl company will also face losses to varying degrees.

Of course, there are other ways to get out of this situation, and Wizard Express is a good choice.However, the manual courier charges are expensive. For ordinary wizards, once or twice is okay, but if there are many times, especially during the gift distribution period at Christmas, it is simply unaffordable.Therefore, the general public is still willing to choose owl, which is economical, cheap and high-quality-for the time being, we will reserve our attitude on Wumart.

With the help of Hina, coupled with the recipes provided by experts, and the food raw materials collected by Heimdall, Olar has recently become taller and taller, his shoulders have become wider, he has gained weight, and his wings have become longer. The Dapeng bird is so vigorous and majestic as it flaps its wings, it goes straight to the nine-fold sky.

Director Stulusson couldn't help flirting...

Closer to home.

Today's Olar has exceeded the adult body length of 110 cm and the maximum size of 320 cm with wings spread given by Mr. Bock back then. Although the growth has been slow, it has continued. Heimdall is full of expectations for its true standard body shape.In other words, queen falcon breeding is actually more complicated than what is recorded in the data, with more knowledge and famous tricks, which are far beyond the thin pamphlets that are said to be out of print that can be bought on the market.

His animal companions seem to be very satisfied with the surrounding environment. At first, they only played in the small garden. After a long time, they became more excited and ran away. When Heimdall went into the garden to look for them, they had long since disappeared. .

The whole small garden seemed to have been plowed by agricultural machinery, the flowers and trees fell down, and the dust was flying.The beautifully pruned climbing vines are rickety and dying, the ground is more green than the branches, and the delicate flowers and colorful fruits have been trampled beyond recognition.

Rommel appeared on the steps, and raised an eyebrow when he saw the garden that was still full of flowers and trees a second ago, but now it was in a mess.

A blush of embarrassment spread from Heimdall's cheeks.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm going to put the plants back in, clean up the garden and get them to bloom again...but I hope you will give me some time to make it happen."

"I'm fine," Rommel chuckled. "The garden is taken care of by Dodoma, he loves gardening."

"...Xina, I'll leave it to you." Chief Sturlusson shirked the responsibility without changing his face.

Xina twisted her fingers in the dark, hesitating whether to tell the owner that she likes to take care of plants with Mr. Dodoma!Although the clansmen couldn't see it, Hina still covered her face shyly because of the "true confession" that had not yet been said.

Boyfriend Dodoma let himself enjoy his girlfriend's shameful ejaculation for a while, then turned to face up to the devastation seriously, and began to wonder whether he should abandon the original gardening route and try to introduce new plants.

Kreacher stared at Heimdall, his eyes glowing with blazing light, muttering in his mouth, thinking over and over again how to get him back to Black's house.

Chief Sturluson sneezed loudly.

After lunch, the father and son went out. The gift list has been handed over to the house elves, but some gifts still want to be purchased by themselves. In Finland, where they are unfamiliar, Rommel’s proposal fit Heimdall’s Needed, the two dressed neatly and went out happily.

Dodoma moved quickly and found nothing when he came out of the fireplace. At this moment, the Christmas tree has been erected in the front hall, and colorful decorations are shining on the tree. It is better to compare which decoration method.House-elves are born to do chores, they are clearly more fluent than wizards, and their shiny decorations are dazzling.

Dinner was eaten at home, and the three house elves racked their brains to come up with their own specialty dishes, and they insisted on displaying their specialty dishes in the most conspicuous place. Squeezing it out, it had no choice but to squat in the corner and scratch the wall cursing in resentment. The husband and wife had already understood its unique whispers to go in from one ear to the other and out from the right.

After dinner, Heimdall presented his own gift. I saw it in a small shop in Helsinki. It took a long time for people to understand what he said, and it was very meaningful.He believed that Rommel would not care whether it was Christmas or not, sooner or later was irrelevant.

Rommel happily opened the box and took out a pocket watch chain. There was no dazzling scene that made people unable to look directly at it. The frosted silver chain with a dull light looked generous and simple. What was different was the chain There is also a strand of black leather rope as thin as hair intertwined in the middle, they are looming around the chain, black and white, hard and soft, light and dark, a unique style combined with completely different materials.

"I see that your leather pocket watch chain is fluffed." Heimdall grinned. "Passing by a store and saw this chain in the window, I thought you might like it."

Rommel had to have a new idea of ​​his son's aesthetic, which was clearly not a style his son would appreciate.

"So you think it looks good?" Rommel asked.

Heimdall shook his head.

Rommel gave up the urge to praise him, if he dared to do the opposite...at least it shows that he is not an idiot and knows how to think in reverse, Rommel comforted himself this way.

I found my son was looking at me all the time, "Don't worry, I can guarantee that you will definitely receive my gift on Christmas Day." Rommel couldn't help but tease.

Heimdall's smile was a little shy, but he didn't mean it that way.

"I want to find some books," he said. "When I went to the street today, I went into the bookstore and walked around a few times, but I didn't find the book I wanted."

Rommel nodded, that's true. Rieger went in when he saw the bookstore, but when he came out, his hands were empty, and all wizard bookstores were without exception.

"So I want to check Yolf's collection of books." Heimdall said cautiously. "May I?"

Rommel covered the box and put it aside: "There is nothing wrong with it. The ban on the use of it by the tribe is based on not knowing how to cherish it. Since you need it, I don't think there is any problem with it."

Heimdall laughed, "Actually, there are many things I want to see with my own eyes. I was too hasty last time, so I didn't think about it for a while."

Rommel watched him for a while, and the latter opened his eyes wonderingly under his focused gaze.

"I have a proposal, you can see if you can consider it." Rommel said. "You should summarize all of Jolf's relics as much as possible, and take back everything you need."

Heimdall was stunned for a moment, and then happily said, "Is it possible?"

"After this generation of reincarnation is past, in the eyes of some people, those things will no longer have the original value to this family, and may be completely reduced to waste products. I believe you don't want to see that happen."

Heimdall was silent for a moment, and did not deny Rommel's statement.

"In that case, take what you need." Rommel couldn't help but smile.

"You look quite happy." Heimdall quickly recovered from the sadness caused by Rommel's openness.

Rommel did not answer and changed the subject.

"Remember to take Hina with you on the day you go to the ancestral house, it must be faster than moving by yourself."

Heimdall always felt that there was something in the words, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Shall I go by myself?"

"It's okay, Xina will take you away, she knows where to take the carriage."