HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 63

Carlo Jones left in a hurry after learning that his father was about to remarry, and went to his sister to verify the authenticity.At around eight o'clock that night, just as Heimdall was holding a history of magic textbook and forcing himself to write down the long and strange timetables, Jones knocked on his door.Hina opened the door for him and ushered him in.

Heimdall looked at his face and said doubtfully, "You can accept your mother's remarriage, but why can't you accept your father's pursuit of his happiness?"

Jones picked up the teacup and took a sip, the expression on his face was rather numb. If it was normal, he would have already commented on it. "The problem is not this. Am I such a narrow-minded person? Remarriage is their freedom. Even as children, they have no right to stop it at will."

"Since that's the case, don't worry about it. The best tea in Liechtenstein is brewed in your cup, not bad water."

"Really?" Jones' eyes lit up, and he took another big gulp, and after swallowing slowly, he closed his eyes and thought about it for a while. "Hmm~~~ The tea is really good. If it wasn't for your house elf's ability to get home, even the best tea would be discounted." He commented intoxicated.

Yeah?Heimdall looked at his glass, and he thought it all tasted the same.

After tasting the tea leaves, Jones' face collapsed again, as quickly as a face changing in a Sichuan opera. "Do you know how old my dad is?" Jones asked suddenly.

Heimdall shook his head.

"39." Jones continued, "Do you know how old Ms. Orville is?"

Heimdall continued to shake his head.

"56." Jones stared wide-eyed: "Not 36!"

Heimdall reminded him calmly that no one here said that.

Jones fell on deaf ears. "Do you know how old they are? Do you know?"

"17! It's 17!" Before Heimdall could answer, he suddenly roared loudly. "Shouldn't a man remarry find a woman who can take care of him for the rest of his life? By the time my father is 56, that woman will be 73. At that time, my father will have to take care of her instead. What is father thinking?!"

"Your definition is very strange." Heimdall ignored his loss of control and said bluntly: "A man remarries to find a partner who is like-minded and can accompany him for the rest of his life. I think you are talking about a caretaker, Not a partner, according to your logic, your father doesn't need to remarry at all, just help him find a few house elves who work hard."

"Rig, has anyone ever told you that you're annoying." Jones glanced sideways.

"Of course, I think there may be quite a few." Heimdall smiled self-deprecatingly.

Jones looked at him for a while, then suddenly said, "Actually, I didn't like you at first. It's not just me, Thomas and the others think so too."

Heimdall grunted, "Thank you for being so frank."

"I understand. In fact, you are just shy, because when you come to a strange environment and you are not familiar with the place, you will naturally do some things that you would not do before, and say some things that you would not say before. To be honest, you used to be quite out of gregarious Yes. It’s a good thing it hasn’t been hated all the time, this is a good change, please continue to maintain and carry forward.”

Heimdall raised one eyebrow: "You are as old as me." He reminded him not to get carried away.

Jones narrowed his eyes, and the fat on his face twitched. "Do you think my father is a good match for Ms. Orville? Will they be happy?" he said gravely.

Heimdall decided not to expose how badly he had changed the subject, and he was clearly starting to panic. "I haven't seen your father, nor Ms. Orville, what do you want me to say?"

"My father is a good man." A dutiful son said proudly.

"I heard Bernick say that Duncan's aunt is very beautiful and well-known in French social circles."

"I know that men will eventually surrender to beauty, we are born 'weak'..." Jones wailed exaggeratedly while holding his head.

Heimdall finds his tone of shattered and pretentious vicissitudes very interesting, coupled with his white steamed bun-like face, it is very dramatic.

Heimdall didn't know much about Duncan's family background. He only knew that their family was quite famous in France, because the Orville family specialized in beauties, and the general beauty was not enough to describe the women of the Orville family. They were real beauties.

According to Bernick, the women of the Orville family have no worries about marriage.The emperor's daughter would worry about getting married, but in the Orville family, there was no such thing as not being able to get married.The most typical example is an aunt of Duncan who has not remarried since she lost her husband in her 32s. When she was nearly [-] years old, someone proposed to her, and more than one, basically at least four of them would appear every month. The youngest One of the suitors was only [-] years old.It can be seen how attractive and radiant the women of the Orville family are.

"You are pretending to complain here and again, but the truth may not be the case. Maybe it's your father who took advantage of it."

Jones raised his eyes and stared loudly, accusing: "Who are you aiming at?"

Heimdall is really wronged. "I don't ask anyone. In fact, it has nothing to do with me." He pointed to the door. "You interrupted my homework review, please."

Jones immediately picked up the cup and took a sip of the cold tea. "Well, it's really good tea." He said with a bitter face.

***

Jones babbled all night in Heimdall's room, and finally fell asleep on the bed by himself. At dawn the next day, Heimdall stood by the bed with a livid face, watching him lie comfortably I really wanted to Awada him when he was sleeping in his own bed with a happy expression on his face.Because of him, I almost didn't close my eyes all night, and because of him, the original homework progress fell further than before.

"Good morning, Master." Hina appeared in the room with her hands clasped.

Heimdall gritted his teeth. "Don't keep your voice down, even if a tornado blows the entire stadium away, Mr. Jones probably won't wake up!" He said angrily.

Hina flinched.

"I'm going to take a shower." Heimdall shuffled into the bathroom.He still has a race today, a broomstick speed race.Thanks to his excellent performance last time, his ranking broke through the second group for the first time and rose to the leading first group.Although it was only at the bottom, it was still in the top ten.

Heimdall touched his heart and asked himself, how does it feel to be in the top ten?His heart told him: Xiao Mian, it couldn't be better!

Well, he still cares about face.

After taking a shower, he took out his pocket watch to check that it was still early, and then looked at Jones who hadn't shown any signs of waking up on the bed. Heimdall sighed and sat down at the desk again.He took out the letters that Jones had brought him one by one, and to his surprise, that Mr. Quirrell wrote again.

Heimdall raised the envelope and looked at it. It was indeed Quirrell. He thought that this person would never write to him again.He opened the envelope and took out the letter paper. The content inside was very concise, and even a lot of greetings were omitted, which was completely opposite to the previous tedious letter writing style.And... Heimdall held up the letter paper, the sunlight through the light snow blue letter paper rendered a clear brand LOGO, and the reflection was projected on the table, forming a dark flower of different shades, and then he put the letter paper under his nose After sniffing, if there is a faint fragrance, it will follow.

The taste is not the same as before.

Heimdall raised his eyebrows. The letter didn't mention anything about the last time, not a single word, as if he had suddenly fallen under the Amnesiac spell, and perhaps he hoped that Heimdall would be cast under this spell.If the other party doesn't want to mention it or doesn't want to mention it, he is naturally happy to see the result.So, Heimdall immediately picked up a pen and wrote him a reply letter, maintaining his usual style of replying, never writing more than he could.

Mr. Quirrell's question has actually broken the law, and Heimdall will certainly not correct his mistakes like a moralist.The content of the letter is very simple, asking Mr. Lihuamao if he knows a way to buy dragon eggs quickly, the more convenient the better.In fact, you can get it from wandering wizards, but most wandering wizards have no fixed place to live, except for patrolling fixed buyers, they will not stay in one place for too long.The wizarding governments everywhere are not friendly enough to them, chasing and arresting them like rats crossing the street.

Given the mailing address provided on the envelope, Heimdall naturally recommended Bojinbok Black Magic Store to him.

'Please don't give the slightest hint that you're in a hurry to buy things, it's a very unwise attempt. ' Heimdall wrote: 'Don't be disheartened by your first failure either, Bojinbok stores only welcome [old] customers, patience and the right amount of Galleons will surely get you what you want. '

After sealing the envelope, Heimdall asked Hina to send it out for him.He would feel a sense of relief as he watched Sheena take the letter and leave the room.In Heimdall's mind, Quirrell and what he represents have been marked as "abnormal", so he is eager to deal with it.

Heimdall touched his head, turned around and opened those "normal" letters from readers...

***

Heimdall felt that this year's broomstick speed competition was very tossing. After playing Quidditch, it was a juggling show.The hoops were erected one by one, of course, no fire was lit, although he wanted to suggest that it was all like this, so they could just go to the sea of ​​fire with swords and guns.

The eighth round of the competition tests the broomstick riding skills of the contestants.In addition to the prescribed flight route and flight altitude, the review team also gave 2 minutes of free performance time. During this 2 minutes, you can play as you like, and you can fly in any way, as long as you don’t fly out of the competition field and can be seen by the referees.

This time the order of the competition is based on the ranking, Heimdall's turn is the tenth, and the first nine are flying quite well, and they are indeed the vanguard that has led so far.When he was waiting to get on the field off the field, he wondered what he should look like to fly.Heimdall has never been very enthusiastic about flying lessons. Although the professor always reminded him that he should work harder, he still lacked that kind of enthusiasm.The competition experience this time did allow him to find the so-called enthusiasm, which is still a long way from the real HIGH.

He has no original moves of his own, he can only copy other people's skills.The first thing Heimdall thought of was the school team members. Victor has a trick called sudden braking, which is also his most famous trick. No matter what the environment or the weather, as long as he wants to stop, the broom will never be too much. Slide out a millimeter.Bernick's specialty is to let the broom fly up and down, that is, to draw big wavy lines in the air. This trick has no actual combat effect, it is purely for fun.Duncan's trick is 360-degree rotation, and it is the kind that continues to rotate counterclockwise after the clockwise rotation. He himself said that the broom rotation is very effective. When the hands and feet are too late to keep up, he directly uses the broom to hit the ball. The rotation process The broom in the middle of the attack is very powerful.

Heimdall chose the most reliable one, that is, Bernick's big wavy flight.The first nine contestants performed quite well, and their self-created flights were also very creative. One of them could even do a Thomas full spin on a broom—is this juggling or something? !

In short, today's game is destined to be full of jokes and ideas.Entertain the audience and entertain the players.Christmas is the time to serve the people.

Heimdall's prescribed route was flying well, he thought so himself.It didn't deviate from the track, and it didn't add drama without authorization to attract attention. It flew through the whole process very moderately.When he copied the big wavy line, Bernick in the audience stared blankly. He didn't expect that Rigg would choose this for free play.

Compared with the referees on the field and the spectators around, Bernick, as the inventor, has more right to speak and is more authoritative.

"I'll go back and mention it to the captain, how about letting Rigg join the Quidditch school team?" Bernick said suddenly.

Victor shook his head: "Quidditch isn't for him."

Duncan agreed. "Judging from this kid's indifferent attitude towards Quidditch, your proposal is completely useless, you should swallow it."

Bernick said regretfully: "He flies very well."

"I think you think your big wavy line is okay." Duncan immediately poured a basin of cold water over it, and then said dissatisfied: "Why doesn't he learn my trick, 360-degree rotation to catch people's attention, up and down There's nothing to show off if it's turned upside down."

At this time, Edmund stood up from the chair very consciously, and changed seats with Bernick, who couldn't help jumping up and shouting. Then, he continued to watch his game, and the two who became neighbors unknowingly continued to blush. Rough bickering.

***

"Mr. Sturluson?"

Heimdall stopped and turned around. "calls me?"

"Yes!" A thin and small man ran towards him immediately, holding a big black leather bag in his hand, which was bulging and he didn't know what it contained.The man stopped in front of Heimdall, only half a head taller than the 11-year-old Heimdall.He has weed-like dull reddish-brown hair, handsome facial features but pale face, severe dark circles under his eyes, and has been wiping the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief. He looks as tired as if he hasn't slept in a month.

Heimdall glanced at the auditorium, the people had already left, and the players had almost left. "What's your business?" he asked.

The little man was sensitive to his performance, and immediately identified himself: "Hello, I am Drew, a salesman from Xingyun Flying Broom Manufacturing Company."

OK?Heimdall frowned in confusion.

The salesman Drew immediately said cleverly: "We are just a small company, it's normal for you not to know." He in turn comforted Heimdall.

"Do you have anything to do?" Heimdall took the promotional materials he handed over about the cloud broom manufacturing company. He finally knew why the bag was so bulging, and it was filled with promotional notebooks in various languages.

"Can I hold you up for a few minutes?" Drew asked cautiously.

"Please speak."

"Could you please take some promotional posters for our new product?"

"Me?" Heimdall was very surprised. In his 11 years of life, it was the first time someone came to ask him to shoot an advertisement. "why me?"

Drew's original high spirits suddenly faded. He wiped his sweaty forehead with a handkerchief, and said hesitantly, "To tell you the truth, in fact, all the players I was fancying were signed by other companies in advance."

Heimdall understands, because this is the first time he has squeezed into the top ten, and he belongs to those who have not yet sat on the stool. No wonder the original No.10 keeps staring at him today...

"What's your new product like?" Just confessing to him, Heimdall thought he should find out more.

Drew immediately took out a thick stack of new product introductions.

Heimdall looked through it carefully, then raised his eyes and said, "I can't decide this matter, you can communicate with my father." It would be best to hand over this kind of matter to "adults".

The sweat on Drew's forehead became heavier and his face became paler. He asked tremblingly: "You mean Chairman Sturluson?"

"Yes."

Drew immediately showed a painful expression that he was about to take risks in Longtan and Tiger's Lair. After a while, he looked at the new product introduction in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Please lead the way."