HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 708

one,

"Son, do you want to wash in the bathroom, or go to the yard?"

Mionier thought about it seriously, "The yard."

Heimdall smiled slightly, and called the conscientious Hina to change his son's clothes, and he returned to the master bedroom.

Victor sat in front of the English-style desk and meditated, tapping his fingertips on the table from time to time.

"What are you thinking? The expression is a bit scary." Heimdall joked and took off his wizard robe.

Victor paused, then turned his head and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Not going anywhere. I told you just now, take Mionir to take a bath, and play with him in the yard for a while." Heimdall was a little curious about his absent-mindedness, but he didn't take it too seriously. Lack of skills, naturally there are many troubles.

If Victor didn't volunteer, he never asked.

The master looked out through the window in front of the desk. The gray stone pool in the small courtyard had been cleaned and filled with water. There were washbasins and simple washing utensils beside the water, and one of the small basins was full of rice. O'Neill's bath toy.

At this time the sun has set, the hanging lamps hanging in the decorative holes of the courtyard wall have been lit, and the pool water is sparkling against the backdrop of the shining lights.

The master's heart fluttered for a while, and then he jumped up.

"I am coming too!"

"Don't mess around! The child is here, and it's outside again!" Heimdall knew what he was thinking when he saw him like that.

"You're lecherous." The old man leaned back and embraced his chest dramatically, with a look of shock on his face.

"It's not good to learn from anyone, you have to learn from the French 'heavy weapon'." Heimdall pouted.

Victor hugged him tightly with a smile, and kissed him hard on the mouth.

"Don't be so sure, Rig dear."

Heimdall said calmly: "I have known you since I was ten years old, and I trust my own judgment on some things."

Victor stroked his face with a smile, "I grew so big in a blink of an eye..." He still remembers the scene of Rigg calmly fooling himself and Bernick to buy things when he was a little older. (PS: The plot added in the modified version.)

Heimdall couldn't help but laugh, "Don't talk to me in that hard-working tone. Your son is still changing clothes next door. He's less than three years old this year. It's too early for you to sigh, Father Victor."

Just as he was talking, Mionir, who was wearing floral underpants and a giraffe lifebuoy, ran in with short legs.

"Dad, grandpa."

Don't get me wrong, he didn't mistake his seniority.

Heimdall nodded, "It's late today, so we won't go to Grandpa's place, we will go early tomorrow morning."

Mionir had a "then I'm relieved" expression on his face.

Heimdall felt very amused, turned around and continued undressing.

"Where are the toffees?" Victor, who was changing clothes with him, suddenly realized that the room was surprisingly quiet.

"It's still outside, and we'll be back when we go down." Heimdall took his wand with him when he left the room.

two,

Mionir climbed up to the low edge of the pool, and the smooth surface was rather slippery. Knowing that Hina was watching, the two fathers still stayed close to each other.Until the child stood firmly on the edge, staring at the water with all his attention, then leaning on the lifebuoy, bowed his waist suddenly, pouted his little butt and jumped into the pool happily, splashing a wave.

Victor also sat in the water, splashed water on his face, and patiently grabbed the child's hand and played with him.

Heimdall put Mionir's small towel around his neck, and looked out through the gap in the courtyard wall - looking for the animal friends.The east courtyard wall caught his attention, and he walked over to stare at the vines on the wall in a daze.

"Hina."

Immediately the house-elf was beside him, eyes wide open.

"Owner?"

"Isn't this blood palm heather blooming yet?"

Hina was taken aback for a moment, and then turned pale with shock.

"Xina...Xina didn't know...Xina didn't know...Xina failed to live up to the expectations of the master...Xina is a bad elf, a bad elf..." He knelt on the ground and shook his big forehead Hitting the ground hard, the muffled bang bang bang made the scalp tingle.

"I'm not blaming you, I'm going to be angry if you smash it down again."

Such a tone was immediately effective, and Hina's big eyes were filled with tears, she looked panicked and helpless, and her nose was dripping.

Heimdall had long since given up his plan to transform her, and instead of blaming each other mechanically, he might as well find a workaround by himself.

"I don't blame you." He said calmly.

The master's attitude eased the elf's fear, and Xi Na sniffed, looking grateful.

"The master is so generous, you are the kindest master I have ever met."

Well, this flattering skill is really good.

After this interruption, Heimdall lost his mind about appreciating flowers and plants, and returned to the pool.

"What's wrong?" Victor asked.

Hina's movements made a lot of noise.

Heimdall smiled and hugged Mionnier who was jumping towards him around the life buoy, and handed the little mermaid toy in the water basin to the child, and then said: "There is a blood palm heather planted in the east corner, and in the morning Before I went out, I found that the growth was vigorous, and a few flower buds had bulged... I probably misread it."

The heather was planted by Heimdall himself, so he was extraordinarily vigorous, and the plants all over the yard had never seen him so serious.

"The growth period of the blood palm is very slow, and it is only planted at the beginning of the month. Even if the whole mature vine is transplanted directly, it must be given an adaptation period. It will bloom at the end of next month, which is considered to be very vigorous."

"I understand, I was too impatient." Heimdall said helplessly.

Victor still has a great say in the cultivation technology of magic plants. If he hadn't had a good eye with Judge Sturluson and disrupted the logical direction of progress, he is now a landlord who depends on the sky.However, Victor has not helped his family manage the herb business in recent years. Not only has he mastered the integrated mode of herb production, processing and sales, but he has also learned a lot of planting techniques.When I was in the fourth grade, I used my saved private money to contract a few pieces of land in neighboring countries of Bulgaria, and tried to grow new varieties of hybrid herbs. After these years of research, I have achieved some results.

He does not have a one-stop production-to-sales process like his family does, he does not have that kind of human and financial resources, and he does not have the famous brand of Krum, Bulgaria, and others dare not listen to his one-sided words and act rashly.Victor started trading semi-finished products, that is, the harvested herbs were only subjected to the first rough processing.Roughly processed medicinal herbs are usually sold at low prices in herb shops, and are the first choice of ordinary consumers. In addition, the products he supplies are relatively rare new medicinal herbs, so most of his customers are young potion researchers with little purchasing power. .

It is said that the "Golden Cat Lizi Herb Shop" has a good reputation among young wizards, and gradually occupies the low-end market with low prices and considerate and friendly services.The golden cat raccoon is the name of the herbal shop. I heard that the name was inspired by a blond boy.

Heimdall still didn't understand how he was similar to that nervous little animal with a big forehead...

Mionir's powerful kicking and thrashing made waves roll like a tsunami wherever he went.

"I played outside all day today and didn't take a nap. Where did he get his energy?" Is this still a two-year-old? !Heimdall shook his head.

In fact, Mionier's little friend is what people call "crazy".

"Look, you must be sleepy before nine o'clock in the evening." Victor was very sure.

When the child recovered from his madness, was satisfied, was hungry and wanted to eat, he crawled out of the pool spontaneously—with an expression of "I'm hungry" on his face, looking at the two fathers with saliva.

The two fathers glanced at each other, and couldn't help but leave the pool.

They didn't ask Hina to help, Victor held up a towel to wipe the child's body, Mionier pouted her little butt, and even stretched out her arms to pose for a pose, which made the two fathers laugh out loud.

Heimdall threw the deflated life buoy into the tub, and in a blink of an eye saw several figures of different heights running sneakily against the courtyard wall towards the door.Heimdall whipped out his wand, and his growl rang in his ears.

"You dare to run in the door and try!"

Little Bread was the first to stop, followed by Xiao Ba, and then Toffee, who felt that the three of them were very unscrupulous and cowardly, and meowed unwillingly.

Why did they come back so late, and why were they sneaking around?Because they know that today is the well-loved bathing day of the Knights House, and they come back rolling in mud to protest.

"I count to three, but come at your own risk."

Before Heimdall could count, Little Bread rushed over to rub against his calf.

Heimdall smiled slightly at it, and Little Bread couldn't help but cheer up, without Heimdall's command, he jumped into the pool with a plop.

When they saw Toffee, they cursed at the traitor, and then leaned over as if they were dead.

three,

Judge Sturluson woke up in the middle of the night—suffocated by urination, he dragged his master's arm away in a daze, got out of bed, and walked toward the toilet sleepily.He glanced casually as he passed the east-facing window, and quickly turned back after walking to the door of the toilet, the sleepiness remaining on his face disappeared.

... what is that?Shiny... lights?

Heimdall narrowed his eyes, but unfortunately the heavy darkness interfered with his judgment, no matter how wide he opened his eyes, he couldn't see the outline of the suspicious object clearly.The suspected "lamp" just lingered around the courtyard wall, dangling around, without going any further.He groped for his pocket reflexively, but found nothing, so he turned around and rushed to the desk, opened a drawer and found a telescope.

"What are you doing?" The master, who was a light sleeper, was woken up, raised his elbows, and looked at him suspiciously.

"I'll talk about it later." Heimdall ran back to the window with the binoculars in hand, scanned it over and over again, but saw nothing.

After that, I searched again unwillingly, and even tried all the windows in the house, but found nothing.

"Look at what?" Victor came up behind him and followed his line of sight to look out.

Everything was silent and pitch black.

The master raised his eyebrows at Heimdall.

"I'm probably a little nervous recently," Heimdall put down the binoculars, described the "illusion" just now, and then murmured, "No matter what I see, I think it looks suspicious."

Victor silently took the binoculars away and put his arm around his shoulder.

"Don't think too much, just sleep and you'll be fine."

Heimdall nodded.

Victor asked amusedly, "What did you get up for?"

Heimdall paused as he crawled on the bed, suddenly realized, peed... turned around and ran into the toilet in a hurry.

Victor couldn't help laughing, and when his eyes moved to the window, the smile disappeared.

He walked to the window, frowned slightly, then suddenly thought of something, and loosened his brows.

four,

The baby wind chimes hanging from the ceiling began to flicker one after another, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple - the dwarves raised the tools in their hands and started working energetically.

Mionir opened his big round eyes, and waited until the dwarves finished the first lap and returned to the starting point, he pushed off the quilt on his body, and slid off the bed awkwardly with his calves.If you are acquainted with the child's two fathers, you will find that the child's waking action is exactly the same as his little poop.

Mionier rubbed his stomach and ran to the bathroom.

Hina followed quickly.

When the child came out of the bathroom, he was already a refreshed and handsome boy.

After quickly changing his clothes, he came to the door, and the door opened automatically, and Mionier ran out happily grabbing his baby broom.

From waking up to going out in one go - this is definitely not inherited from the little dad.

At this time, Heimdall was still sleeping soundly while hugging the quilt on all fours.

Mionier walked through the warehouse where medicinal herbs, dried flowers and ingredients were dried, and entered the yard through the door connected to the yard.The fog in the woods in the early morning gradually thins under the rising sun, and the orange light is like a soft gauze looming in the forest.

A group of black shadows jumped from behind and landed on the small drying platform beside Mionier.The pod cat lazily stretched its body in the morning light, Mionier threw away the broom with a snap, and hugged the pod with both hands.Doudou was taken aback by surprise, and died without a problem.

"The pod—" Mionier covered the black cat with all his might, rubbed the cat's hair in a disorderly manner, then forcibly kissed and gnawed at the cat, and kept shouting, "The pod, the pod..."

Doudou struggled hard, but he couldn't break free from the child's hand, so he could only bear the ravages with tears streaming down his face, complaining in his heart that a certain little papa was too "leading by example".Look at this kid, he's actually imitating the example, he's learned exactly how Heimdall teases the pods on a whim.

It's just that I didn't know the severity of the strike, and almost brushed off a layer of cat hair.

The toffees that followed the pods and came to the yard stayed away, and fell far away in the corner, looking for an opportunity to run out with their heads covered.This made Mionir very happy, thinking they were playing with him, put down the pods, stepped on the baby's broom and chased them out.

Toffee and the others couldn't help but look back, they stepped faster, and Mionier also accelerated the speed. Such an adaptable child made Toffee and the others feel melancholy.The early-rising animals in the forest saw that the family was in a mess early in the morning, so they yelled in disdain and turned their heads to start a new day.

Toffee and the others were running, sensitively realizing that the "threat" behind them had disappeared, and when they turned their heads, they saw Mionir sitting on the broom and walking back slowly, no longer chasing after him like a dog, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief , Pulled his legs and went deeper into the dense forest.

Mionir is a good and obedient boy, and the little papa said that he can't run away.When he saw Heimdall's eye-catching signboard by the side of a certain tree, he stopped chasing, looked at the background of the toffee and them, pouted, and decided to wake up the little papa.

Da Baba once praised Mionir for this, and now Mionir especially wants to prove his worth.

When the baby's broom was about to jump over the courtyard wall, there was a strange hissing sound, accompanied by a small grunting pant. Mionier turned his head, and the uninvited guest in mid-air jumped down.

There was a sharp meowing sound, followed by a child's cry. The sound was not clear across several walls and spaces. After accepting the master's morning call, Judge Sturluson, who spent the last bit of time lying in bed, went from The bed jumped up.

The master also heard something, and ran out of the bathroom, only to see the hem of Heimdall's clothes passing by the open window. In the blink of an eye, the white falcon let out a sharp whistle in the air, and swooped down towards the source of the sound.The master followed closely behind.

After arriving in the sky above the scene, the two big birds were dumbfounded.

It is not an invasion by foreign enemies, nor is it attacked by a terrible creature, nor is it an accidental injury caused by a child playing carelessly.

The two big birds released their transformations and landed.

"...Is that a pegasus?" Heimdall hesitated as he stared at a certain yellow animal under the corner.

It looks weaker than ordinary pegasus cubs, and it is also very small.Shouting to kill and fight against such an animal is really invincible.

The reason why the child cried was because the animal chewed his hair like grass, his scalp hurt, and he was frightened like never before.The reason why the pod screamed was also caused by fright—the uninvited guest came too suddenly, it was not mentally prepared, and it was suddenly taken aback.

The two fathers were relieved after understanding the reason why the child was crying.

The master was a little confused, said it was a Pegasus, it has two wings, and what does the bulging tumor on the forehead represent?

"Looks like a baby unicorn without those wings," Victor said.

Heimdall blinked, "The unicorn cub is golden all over, and once it starts to grow horns, the gold will start to fade. What's the matter with its khaki body? It's impossible to want to be a unicorn and go crazy, dye it yourself, right?" ?!"

The real baby unicorn is much prettier than that.

Heimdall could easily think of the baby unicorn he met in the Forbidden Forest during the Triwizard Tournament, which was significantly different from the four-faced unicorn in front of him.

Mionir, with tears in his eyes, jumped up immediately when he saw the two fathers, and pushed hard bravely, stunned, pushing the four-hoofed four-legged figure to stagger, and then threw himself at Heimdall with a face full of grievances.

Heimdall saw that his hair was disheveled and stained with liquid that seemed to be saliva, so he quickly asked Hina to take him to wash.Mionir was frightened and refused to leave no matter what. Heimdall picked up his son, comforted him softly, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his face.The child gradually stopped crying, and his little red nose twitched.

"Crying about something like this, isn't it a man?" Heimdall teased.

Mionir buried his face in Heimdall's neck embarrassingly.

Heimdall patted him on the back, "I was scared just now, right?"

Mionier nodded.

"It's okay, the fathers are here." Heimdall carried the child back to the house, and there was a commotion behind him.

It turned out that the master was trying to get close to the animal. Unexpectedly, Sixiang possessed a vigilance that was completely different from the silly appearance. He quickly discovered the master's intentions, and quickly flapped his wings and flew up without thinking.The master was very annoyed, and he yelled in his heart that it was a pity, blaming himself for not being cautious enough, and alarming the other party.

What Heimdall saw, however, was that he didn't forget to take the sheep by the hand before leaving-biting a vine of blood palm heather and tearing it off, watching it fly away majestically with its carefully cared for plant in its mouth.Judge Sturluson tried his best not to draw his stick, and entered the room with a green face and fangs.

Fives,

After breakfast, they arrived at Rommel's house as planned.

Mionier couldn't wait to grab Grandpa's hand and tell about the adventure this morning, while Rigg's father was responsible for supplementing and explaining some too jumpy descriptions.

"Is there such a thing?!" Rommel couldn't help laughing.

Mionier looked troubled, and coquettishly hugged the opponent's leg, "Grandpa..."

Rommel stroked his head with a smile, and Snow quickly picked it up.

"Are you afraid?" Snow asked kindly.

Mionier nodded first, then quickly shook his head in fear that people would think he was timid.

The adults laughed again.

"It's quite a shame." Snow's eyes turned to Heimdall meaningfully.

Heimdall twitched the corners of his mouth, pretending he didn't notice it, just let him do what he wanted, what's the point of saving face.

Rommel asked Dodoma to make some delicious food for Mionier, and the child quickly diverted his attention and stopped pooping.

Rommel was in a good mood and asked them what plans they had for today's itinerary, and Heimdall looked embarrassed.

"What's wrong?" Rommel asked.

Victor, who has been silent all the time, said, "I have a game to monitor in the afternoon."

The implication is that Heimdall planned to take the children to cheer him up.

"Then let's go together." Snow said indifferently.

Rommel thought about it and did not vote against it.

Afterwards, Heimdall told them about the anecdotes of the Mr. Magic canvassing event in France, and Mionier showed off his smoked crystal brooch triumphantly by the way, which won the applause of the two grandparents.

Dodoma came out and told them that the last guest had arrived.

Heimdall wondered who else his father had invited, and stood up happily when he saw Lange strolling towards him.

"Andrew!" He hugged each other with a smile on his face. "Nice to meet you."

"Me too." Lange shook hands with Rommel, Snow and Victor one by one.

"Little one, how are you doing?" Lange greeted Mionier.

Mionier, whose hands were covered with chocolate sauce after eating, turned around in a hurry, and replied solemnly, "Very good, thank you for your concern."

The grown-ups couldn't help smiling when they saw his kid-like appearance.

Still, Heimdall pulled the child back.

"Don't you know how to say hello when you see the professor? Why can't others remember the greeting? It's so rude!"

Mionir swallowed his throat, wiped his palms with Dodoma's help, came to Lange and said politely: "Nice to meet you, Professor Lange."

Lange didn't say that he didn't mind, nor did he blame Heimdall for doing so.

He held Mionir's small fleshy hand and shook it gently, "Thank you, I am also very happy."

Mionier nodded seriously.

After all this is done, look up at Heimdall and ask for credit.

Heimdall patted him on the back helplessly, "Okay, let's go play."

Mionier glanced at Lange again, smirked inexplicably, and then happily turned around to eat snacks.

Lange and Heimdall looked at each other.

Rommel and Victor didn't say anything. The former was never interested in raising children, while the latter was used to it.Snow, on the other hand, was in a trance. The little baby from back then started to lead the next generation in the blink of an eye.

"You also come to listen to the interesting stories that happened in their family." Rommel invited Lange to sit down casually, and Dodoma brought Professor Lange a glass of good wine from Rommel's collection.

Lange tasted the wine first, and sincerely praised a few words. After that, Heimdall told what happened this morning.

Lange also found it very interesting.

"One more thing." Victor interrupted suddenly, talking about the strange situation in the courtyard that Heimdall saw when he woke up last night.

"Maybe I was wrong." Heimdall had already decided to forget about it.

Lange said to Victor: "What do you think?"

"You already have the answer in your heart?" Victor asked without answering.

Lange deliberately kept it close, "Maybe we have the same ideas."

"What's going on? What are you talking about?" Heimdall was puzzled.

Victor and Lange smiled at each other.

"We're guessing that the bright light you're seeing isn't a lamp," Langer said.

"Of course not, it's probably my hallucination." Heimdall disagreed.

"It's not a hallucination either, you did see something."

"What is it?"

"Bowtruckle."

Heimdall frowned, he didn't expect to hear such an answer.

"But it glows and shines. I've seen a Bowtruckle."

"There are many kinds of bowtruckles," Lange said.

Victor nodded, "That's right, the distribution is so wide and varied that even the wizards who study them can't tell clearly."

Heimdall scratched his head, "There are no trees in our yard... No, the trees that were planted haven't grown yet."

"I suggest that you check it carefully when you go back," Lange said with a mysterious expression on his face. "If you can let the rare Bowtruckle species come to peek in the dead of night before the trees grow, you may find unexpected discoveries."