HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 694 Saint Taudini

When Heimdall woke up, his face was wet, and he was wondering, when he saw an unknown object pressing towards his mouth, spitting his lips with saliva.Heimdall rolled over and sat up, and retrieved the unknown object that was trying to escape.

"I said what's going on, it turned out to be you." As he spoke, he began to scratch the armpit of the unknown object.

Mionier giggled and hid back and forth, not forgetting to shout, "Rig gets up..."

Heimdall let go of Mionir, and kissed his little cheek.The son gave his first kiss, and Director Strulusson was too embarrassed to stay in bed.

After having a morning chat with his animal friends, Heimdall turned around and said to Mionier, who crawled out of bed and walked around him, "I'm going to officially report to work today, do you have any plans?"

Mionir grabbed Heimdall's trouser leg.

"No." Heimdall resolutely gave up connivance. "I can't take you with me."

Mionir hugged his leg very dog-leggedly.

Heimdall pretended to change his clothes without distraction, deliberately not meeting the child's eyes or looking at his expression.

Wicker, who was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper, saw that the two of them seemed to be in a low mood when they came in. Heimdall behaved the same as usual, saying good morning to himself and kissing; Mionier climbed onto the small bench listlessly.

"What's wrong?" Victor asked in a low voice while pouring coffee for Heimdall.

"I didn't promise to take him to work with me."

Victor smiled helplessly, but saw Heimdall winking at him quietly.Victor frowned, and Heimdall was determined.

Victor said to the lonely Mionier, "Mionir will go to the team with me today and watch Dad train."

Mionier's blue eyes lit up immediately, and the movements of the rice spoon became vigorous.

Heimdall didn't seem to see anything, he ate the toast without changing his face.

There is always a division of labor between the two parents. Heimdall volunteered to be the white face. How could such a painstaking master not know.So, using the dining table as a cover, the master squeezed the more sensitive part of the room chief's waist, and the room chief's icy expression twisted a little at that moment.

As soon as Heimdall came to the office area of ​​the International Wizengamot, he felt that the atmosphere today was very different from the past. The wizards of the maintenance department, who should have finished the arrangement long ago, decorated the walls with clumps of green branches, and the branches were decorated with purple. And the small white flowers add a bit of summer flavor to the deep and depressing IW.

He came to the changing room, opened his closet and took off his robe. When he took out the relatively simple apprentice judge wizard robe, he was surprised by the change in the clothes.

Heimdall looked around with his clothes in his arms, and saw a familiar wizard from another office changing clothes not far away, so he quietly paid attention to the wizard's robes.After several comparisons, a kind of anticipation that shouldn't have been there but just couldn't help but sprang up spontaneously. He suppressed his surging emotions, changed his clothes, and came to the case filing office.

"Sturlusong? Are you on vacation?" Colleagues who arrived before him greeted him warmly one after another.

Heimdall was flattered that his colleagues were not difficult to get along with, but it was no wonder that he was not thinking elsewhere if he was so obvious like today.What they saw in his robe didn't show the slightest difference, only the pair of funny eyes betrayed their mood.

"Good morning, Judge Hollingworth." He went to Hollingworth's table.

Hollingworth looked up at him, and Heimdall couldn't help puffing out his chest and tucking in his stomach, looking forward.

"Good clothes," said Hollingworth.

It's all said and done, and the explanation that I expected to hear has become a burden instead.

Heimdall bowed respectfully, "Thanks for the cultivation of IW."

Hollingworth put down the quill, "You are the third wizard who has been promoted from a trainee judge to a judge since the establishment of IW in less than a year."

"I just did what I could."

"That's right," Hollingworth agreed, and was satisfied with Heimdall's neither humble nor overbearing attitude. "There is a saying that three days are destined. You are lucky, Sturlusson. If this year's Midsummer Festival celebration is still cancelled, you will miss this promotion in all likelihood."

"A Midsummer celebration? The International Federation of Wizards still has this celebration?" Heimdall asked.

"It didn't exist before. It was transferred from the Nordic wizarding circle to the European Wizarding Cooperation Organization, and later became a traditional project of the International Federation of Wizards."

"I never heard."

"It has been suspended for many years. It has not been held since the outbreak of the Great War to the 50th anniversary of the victory of the Great War. Last year, it was shelved after multi-national discussions due to various factors such as the legacy of the Great War. The impact of the attack in the underground conference room a while ago Nasty, although those big shots firmly believe that the culprit has been punished by the god of death and can no longer harm the wizarding society, but whether this is self-deception, we still have no strong evidence. But no matter what, this string is tight It has been decades, and everyone thinks that it should be celebrated, the rotating chairman of the European Wizarding Cooperation Organization and the rotating chairman of the International Federation of Wizards discussed this year, and decided to reorganize the Midsummer Festival celebration.”

This explains why the maintenance department is working overtime.

A southern European country and a central European country were discussing how to celebrate a traditional festival in northern Europe. Heimdall thought to himself that these top leaders who only need to talk are just trying to use their name to hold a party.

"What does this have to do with my job promotion?" Heimdall couldn't find anything to do with it.

"International Federation of Wizards has various commendation activities during the Midsummer Festival Celebration. This year, there is a Best Newcomer Encouragement Award. After discussing with the Rotating Chief Office, your name will be reported. In other words, you will represent IW. This award." Speaking of this, Hollingworth smiled with emotion. "That's why I just said you were lucky. The team in charge of the award review found that you were still a trainee judge. Combined with your outstanding performance and flexible response in the attack on the conference room last time, it notified the matter to the rotating presidency. The Minister of Magic, after discussion, unanimously decided to promote you to be an official judge."

Heimdall quickly put on an embarrassed look.

Hollingworth gave him a blind look, overplaying it.

"I heard that this happened because many people said good things about you. The French Ministry of Magic simply touted you as a savior for a generation, an idol for young wizards all over the world to emulate; the Spanish Ministry of Magic did not jump out and sing the opposite this time; The former Minister of Magic also acquiesced to this decision... The possible resistance disappeared, not only became an official judge, but was also shortlisted for the Best Newcomer Encouragement Award, Mr. Stulusson," Hollingworth lowered his voice humorously, "It's pie in the sky, do you feel it?"

"I can feel it." Heimdall patted the top of his head seriously. "So I'm a little dizzy."

"Do it well, Sturlusson!" Hollingworth encouraged.

Heimdall replied sonorously: "I am born as IW, and I will die as IW's ghost!"

Hollingworth smiled slightly, "That's right. It's the same thing if it doesn't sound good, but I still want to say this, don't get carried away." Then he waved him away, "I don't have anything to do today, so I'll go back in the afternoon."

Heimdall expressed surprise.

Hollingworth said: "Other departments are preparing for the holidays. We IW are so out of place. By the way, although we don't know who the final winner of the Newcomer Award is, just in case you It’s better to prepare the acceptance speech first.”

When he took off the judge's wizard robe, he was a little bit reluctant. The head of the office, Strulusson, who was eager to return home, took advantage of the fact that there was no one around, scratched his head and posed in front of the small mirror in the changing room for 5 minutes, and then reluctantly changed his robe.

After leaving the Wizarding Union building, he hurried to the training base of the Basteto Vulcan team.The security guards outside the base did not embarrass him, and he went all the way to the players' lounge unimpeded.He found the wardrobe that belonged to the master familiarly, and he sat down on the bench in front of the wardrobe. The dustpan and broom parked in the corner jumped out regularly to clean it. During the cleaning, the house elf did not forget to pour him a cup of tea.

Heimdall thanked him, put the cup beside him, and looked down to find a thick stack of magazines on the stool.I picked it up and flipped through it, and found that it was a wizarding house agency magazine.A book was sandwiched between the magazines, which contained densely packed site selection considerations.Heimdall recognized the master's handwriting, and what moved him was that the master always prioritized his preferences without exception.In fact, some of his thoughts were just out of feeling, maybe because of the atmosphere at the time, or maybe it was a whim, but Victor wrote it down meticulously.

The head of the office, Sturlusson, held a notebook and silently talked. The door of the locker room was pushed open, and the players walked in in a hurry.Heimdall seemed to hear Mionnier's laughter, he put down the magazine and stood up.

"Sturlusson is here?!" The players greeted him familiarly, and the unfamiliar new players nodded to him, and their eyes fell on him with curiosity.

Heimdall finally waited for Mionir and Victor. Mionir flew in on a mini-broom. Yes, he flew in—the broom was about 1 meter above the ground and flew very slowly. This kind of broom Heimdall Saw it in the children's section of the broomstick shop, expensive - master staring intently from behind.

At this time, Mionnier had long forgotten the sullenness at breakfast, and when he saw Heimdall, he danced and called out. After leaving the broom with his hands, he almost fell off the broom due to loss of balance, and was caught by the master who was on call at any time.

Heimdall broke out in a cold sweat, and walked quickly to pick up the child. The silly child didn't know the danger of the scene just now, and clapped his hands happily.

"Who do you think he looks like?" Heimdall couldn't help asking Victor.

Victor shrugged, leaned over to kiss him on the lips, and said, "It's so early today."

Heimdall smiled.

"What's the good thing?" The master couldn't help laughing when he saw him like this.

"I'll tell you when I get back." Heimdall beamed.

The female team leader in charge of the aftermath saw the family of three as soon as she entered the door, and hurriedly said, "What's the matter with this child?" I wanted to ask during the practice just now.

"Ours," Victor said.

The female captain was speechless. There is no doubt that the child is very similar to Krum. If you look closely, you can also see the outline of Strulusson, and the more you look at it, the more convincing it is. It is really the crystallization of the two. After hesitating for a long time, she said: "...Congratulations .”

"Thank you." The two fathers smiled brightly.

The female captain scratched her face, relieved, and decided not to worry about it.

After hearing the news, Miss Brandt, the female boss who rushed over, expressed her surprise at the child, changed the subject, and asked Heimdall to fulfill the original agreement to invite her to dinner no matter what.Heimdall stood up with goosebumps on his arms under her gaze.

"Mionir's broom was given by her." Victor whispered quickly in Heimdall's ear.

The refusal that was about to be blurted out circled around his lips and was swallowed back. Heimdall said happily: "We have not forgotten this agreement, if you are willing to wait." He would not talk about the details.

Although Miss Brandt didn't understand why he was so hesitant about treating guests to dinner, she always had great patience and tolerance towards beautiful boys, so she accepted Heimdall's words.

Under Miss Brandt's undisguised scorching gaze, the three left the training base. Heimdall told Victor about his promotion and the midsummer festival awards. Heimdall's shoulder kissed his lips.The two were kissing inseparably, Mionir pursed his mouth unwilling to be lonely, and leaned closer, kissing the big papa for a while, and gnawing on the small papa for a while, the tenderness that had just formed suddenly disappeared.

"It won't be so convenient after you have him." The master expressed great melancholy that he could no longer be in heat anytime and anywhere.

Heimdall couldn't help but laugh.

Passing by a variety of wizard advertisements, Heimdall said, "I saw the sales information you wrote down."

Victor didn't answer, his eyes were full of smiles.

"The wizarding apartments in the city are all left by the original rich families. They are too expensive and not affordable, and I don't like living in the city." Heimdall said.

"I remember you saying you wanted to live by the water." Victor remembered a few good locations.

Heimdall shook his head, "Your notebook says that there is a place called St. Taudini in the southeast of Russia, which is closer to Ukraine, Poland and other countries."

"It is about 3 kilometers away from the nearest Muggle village, and there is a large fir forest." Victor reported the information without thinking.

Heimdall smiled and said, "Don't always accommodate me, let me accommodate you occasionally. Don't argue with me."

"I really want to take off your clothes right now..." The master used the tone of talking about the weather.

"We'll talk about it tonight." Director Sturlusson said calmly.

The two discussed it, and asked Mionier's opinion, and decided that action is worse than action, and immediately went to Santaudini to find out.

According to the records of the International Secret Act in 1689, Godric's Hollow, a village in southwestern England, was the most ideal place for wizards to live in seclusion.It was the birthplace of the great Godric Gryffindor, and some famous wizards chose to live in seclusion in Godric. If each name was taken out, the wizarding world would be shaken continuously.

Santaudini was also on the list that year, ranking fourth.This location is not very eye-catching, just like its own meaning. It is not the birthplace of a famous wizard, nor is it a former residence of a celebrity, nor has any earth-shattering event happened.The reason why it is on the list is that this secluded small village is more attractive to wizards who love to invent and create. In history, several famous wizards who blew themselves up to death during experiments lived here and hung here. .Wizards are occasionally superstitious, and people are becoming more and more shy about this village full of cyclamen blooms every late autumn.

This is exactly what Heimdall wants, a quiet place where he is rarely disturbed. Director Sturluson is usually superstitious when he wants to be superstitious.

They found a staff member in charge of the wizard's house intermediary business in St. Petersburg, and asked him to be a guide, take them to San Taudini, and introduce the local customs.The middle-aged uncle was very surprised by the choice of the two young people and the little doll who obviously didn't understand anything.

In fact, there is a brochure of Santaudini printed in the place where he works, but after much deliberation, the uncle decided to take them there himself. The uncle is very curious whether they are really interested in the ghost village that used to be a holy place where wizards lived in seclusion. Have a good impression.

Victor’s expression when he saw the fir forest let Heimdall know that his decision was right. Heimdall hugged Mionnier and raised his head with the master. The afternoon sun passed through the leaves, and the swaying branches rubbed the golden glow. Kneaded into a river, flowing slowly under the trees.

Under the care of Heimdall, Mionir stepped on light spots and shadows playfully, and there were creaking footsteps in the forest from time to time.The little animals hid, and birds slid across the sky from time to time.A gust of wind blows, like the breath of nature, the green fragrance wafts from the tip of the nose, and Heimdall takes a deep breath.

Mionier followed suit, and Heimdall patted his bulging belly, and Mionier laughed loudly.

"Have you really decided?" The uncle implying that they should not be impulsive.

"We're not buying a house, we're just looking for a place to build our own home. If it's not suitable, it's not too late to change it," Victor said.

"Young people just love to toss around." The uncle shook his head, ready to lead them out of the woods in another direction.

While walking, Heimdall suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Victor asked.

"what is that?"

Victor looked in the direction he pointed, and there was a faint flash of orange-red.

"What's there?" Victor asked the uncle.

"It's nothing, I don't remember what's there, Santaudini hasn't welcomed new residents for a long time, but even if someone moves in, it's impossible for the local wizards to know."

A wizard's house can set a secrecy spell, except for his own family, or a wizard trusted by that family, no one else can see the slightest clue.

Heimdall shook his head, "Since we can find out, it must not be a wizard's residence with a secrecy spell."

The three adults and one doll walked towards the strange color, and the surprise on their faces became more obvious when they saw the whole orange-red picture.

What appeared in front of the four people was an orange-red double-decker bus wrapped in the center by a rather old tree. The outer skin of the bus was stained with rust and was covered with large moss branches. The roof of the second floor was open , the front windshield, lights and other things are intact.

"I thought of the British Knight Bus," Heimdall said.

The uncle didn't have any troubles, and shrugged after being surprised, "You may find all kinds of weird things in Santaudini, don't make a fuss, and don't take it too seriously, this used to be a paradise for experimenters."

Heimdall handed the child to Victor, walked around the double-decker bus with great interest, and then said to Victor with bright eyes: "I like this village, this forest, and this bus. , let's build a house here!"

Victor turned his head to the surprised uncle and said, "Thank you, we have already decided."

When there is hope, there is energy. The master and the head of the room found a lot of books on how to build a house by themselves in the Lankapok Wizard Bookstore. The two learned a lot of magic from the book to easily build a strong house. After reading it, I feel benefited A lot.

The appearance and interior design of the house were done by the master, and Heimdall decided not to seek performance on it, so as not to cause trouble to his fiancé, lest it would be too late to cry in the future.

They nest in the goblin hotel all day long planning the future, all kinds of reveries emerge in their minds, and finally they are transformed into specific plans recorded on paper.From time to time, they also consult Mionnier and animal friends for advice, after all, this is not just their home.

Heimdall opened his eyes, wondering how much trouble the kitchen fireplace had caused, and a new day came again.As usual, the master's biological clock is on time, and the edge is empty.The head of the room lingered in the warm blanket for a while, and got out of bed slowly.Looking at his son who was running around the house on a small broom early in the morning, a question mark lit up in his heart: he seems to have forgotten something.

He scratches his tangled hair and goes into the bathroom, and when the mirror spouts about his hair being postmodern—Heimdall bets the mirror doesn't know what postmodern is—the mirror is full of foam Heimdall's eyes widened suddenly.

After brushing my teeth in a hurry, I summoned the desk calendar to the bathroom. The huge 24 on the desk calendar shone with colorful colors like a circle of colored lights.

Today will be the first awards ceremony of Midsummer Festival, and he forgot to prepare his acceptance speech.In the next second, he threw the desk calendar back to its original position, turned his head and washed his face slowly.

While eating breakfast, Heimdall heard good news.

"Are you going today too?" Heimdall said happily.

"I will represent the International Quidditch Referee Council at the Youth Awards Ceremony." The master filled his cup with hot coffee.

The award ceremony of this Midsummer Festival is divided into three stages in terms of implication. The first stage is the recognition of young people; the second stage is the recognition of middle-aged people; the third stage is the recognition of respected seniors.

"Has your name been selected?" Heimdall asked.

"My name usually appears in Quidditch award ceremonies. It's better for me to restrain myself from the referee's territory."

Heimdall grinned, "I sincerely look forward to the day when you will become a Gold Star referee."

Victor lifted the napkin to wipe the coffee stains from the corner of his mouth, and then corrected Mionniel's gesture of holding the rice spoon while eating.

The two sent the child to Langer as planned, and Hina followed the round-the-clock care.

Mionier was very brave today. Although his little face was sullen and he looked extremely bitter, he still waved his little hands and watched the fathers leave without crying or fussing.

Lange touched his dejected little head and praised, "Good job."

Heimdall changed into the judge's wizard robe, and accepted the "teaching" from his boss energetically.

"Are you ready for your acceptance speech?" Hollingworth had seen too many happy expressions like this, and he would not be surprised when the novelty of the wizard's robe wore off.

"……get ready."

"Don't fool me."

"Not ready."

"Why don't you prepare? Don't use the excuse of 'it doesn't have to be me' to perfuse me. I don't believe you don't want to win the award."

Heimdall wondered, "I forgot... I just remembered it this morning, and the reason after I remembered it was 'I may not be the one who won the award', so I didn't think about it."

Hollingworth had an expression of resentment, and Chief Sturluson shrank his neck and said nothing.

"Forget it, it's almost time, let's go." Hollingworth got up and walked out.

Heimdall was extremely surprised, so let him go?

Each department sent representatives to participate in this Youth Commendation Conference, which was held in a commonly used conference room in the underground conference area.Heimdall was no stranger to it, the room used as the assistant's lounge during the judge's debriefing week.

Following the boss to leave the elevator, the corridors of the conference area were bustling with wizards who had come to attend the awards ceremony, counting the countdown and waiting to enter.

Heimdall caught sight of Victor Krum in the crowd from afar. Master Krum, who was wearing a black referee wizard robe, was handsome and handsome. for a while.

Then he joined the conversation under the leadership of his boss. Seeing that the boss had no intention of stopping him from moving freely, Heimdall walked towards Victor.

Victor has always had good eyesight. After finishing his conversation with others, he turned around and greeted them with a smile.

Noticing him staring at his wizard robes, Heimdall posed in the cool-boy pose the Master had shown on a best-selling poster, and twirled around.

"How is it? Isn't this wizard robe not bad, it suits me well?" The old man put gold on his face shamelessly.

"Very good." Victor said succinctly.

Heimdall felt that there was something wrong with his eyes, and that meaningful look usually meant that what was brewing in his mind was not something that God would like to see.

"What are you thinking?"

Master Krum raised an eyebrow, his expression was exactly the same as that on the best-selling poster.

He said: "I was imagining that if I took off the clothes by hand, would I untie it from the top down, or only halfway, or it would be easier to use magic."

Most of the wizard robes of the International Wizengamot follow a heavy buttoned, solemn and solemn abstinence route, which is particularly challenging in the eyes of some people.

Chief Sturluson: "..."