HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 722

one,

Indistinct voices continued to be heard from the other side of the door, and Heimdall was picking and choosing from the cream stew—this thing was finally on the table, while watching the movement over there.He didn't know before that the owner of the Branding Iron Bar was actually Lao Caipi's eyes and ears.

About 5 minutes later, the door closed, and Grindelwald walked back to his seat.

"You are not shy at all." Heimdall stuffed the piece of meat that he had finally picked out into his mouth.

Grindelwald said, "How does it taste?" His eyes were fixed on the plate, eager to try.

Heimdall didn't intend to chase after them. With their identities, many details would become extremely sensitive. It's better to pretend to be confused. After all, it's you who is asking for help, so you have to have an accurate posture.

"There is too little meat." Heimdall showed his dissatisfaction on his face.

Grindelwald curled his lips in amusement.

"I also think cabbage soup is better."

He did it on purpose.Chief Sturlusson's face was full of bitterness and hatred.

Heimdall didn't know what his plan was. Since the other party didn't call off the meeting and just went ahead and ate dinner, he was sure that Lao Caipi wouldn't ask him to pay.

He thought the meal would be passed in silence, but it was not as dull as he had imagined.They may disagree on many opinions and opinions, but they have a topic that can resonate-Durmstrang College.Although the two were enrolled nearly a century apart.

"It's changed a lot," Heimdall said. "I read the school history. At the beginning of the twentieth century, there was no dedicated auditorium. The size of the greenhouse was limited. The Quidditch training ground was only half of the regular field, and there were one-sided goals."

"The main castle is still the same," Grindelwald said.

"Now the back mountain has also been developed and has been 'leased' one after another. The tenants are more satisfied with the environment." As if thinking of something pleasant, Heimdall smiled brightly. "The back hill of Durmstrang is uniquely endowed with a small environment of its own."

"Those nasty chirping beasts are still there?" Grindelwald grinned suddenly.

Heimdall also thought of the past that was really not worth recalling. Looking at the dying old man in front of him, and then thinking of the high-spirited and cruel heart back then, he felt mixed feelings.

"Getting along with a charizard that has relocated itself," he said.

Grindelwald didn't ask about the charizard, assuming he might know, and Heimdall was happy to be deaf and dumb, burying himself in the outrageous dishes.

two,

As soon as the dishes were removed, people came outside.

Wearing a large purple cloak, he is not tall.

He lifted the cap of his cloak, and it was she, not him.

She is very young, with long black hair, and a charming face, incredibly young, with a smoothness that is not limited by time, as if it is difficult for the years to leave clues on this face.Heimdall habitually guessed her age, maybe 25 or [-] years old, or [-] or [-] years old.Incredible indeed, isn't it?

Heimdall chewed and chewed without saying a word.It seems that Lao Caipi's affirmation of women's ability to handle affairs is no less than that of men.

"This is Kay Mortimer." Grindelwald turned to the witch and said blankly. "You should already know what it is. This is Mr. Strulusson. You are temporarily under his command."

The witch stared intently at the ground the moment Grindelwald spoke, and when Grindelwald's voice disappeared, she raised her head to look at Heimdall.Heimdall noticed that the bridge of her nose was straight and slender, and her eyes could achieve the effect of words at will when she was looking at others.

"Mr. Sturluson." The witch bowed respectfully.

After receiving such a great gift, Heimdall immediately got rid of his deaf-mute state, stood up and strode over.

"It's an honor, and I hope you enjoy your cooperation, Miss Mortimer." He held out his hand.

The witch glanced at Grindelwald cautiously, but the latter didn't look this way at all, she hesitated for a moment, and held the hand.She always paid attention to Grindelwald's demeanor, and when she tried to hold the other's hand, she was relieved, and she knew she was right.Then, she understood how far she was going to serve Mr. Sturluson in front of her.

Witches come and go in a hurry.

Soon there were only the two of them left in the room.

"She's young." Heimdall threw himself back in the chair.

Grindelwald lit his pipe, "This has nothing to do with my ability."

Heimdall smiled, "How dare I question the ability of Grindelwald's subordinates."

Grindelwald glanced at him, "I thought you were eloquent, but it seems that's not the case today. You have been silent in front of Krum for a long time?"

"First of all, I didn't choose the right reference object. Can you compare with Victor? He is my husband, and which one are you?!"

Grindelwald asked with great interest, "Who do you say I am?"

Director Sturlusson replied bluntly, "At most, it is a former alumnus who once tried to put me to death."

Grindelwald was expelled from the school, in other words he didn't even receive his diploma.Chief Sturluson always likes to attack self-righteous weak points.The big devil probably didn't care about the graduation certificate.

Before Grindelwald could speak, Heimdall suddenly remembered something, lowered his head and touched his pocket for a long time, and took out a letter.

The sharp-eyed Grindelwald saw Durmstrang's blood-red postmark printed on it.

"The school sent it to you?"

"I received it before leaving get off work, so I didn't have time to read it." Heimdall opened the envelope and took out the letter paper.

Grindelwald waited for a moment, then asked, "What is it?"

"The book list for next school year..." He frowned as he spoke.

Grindelwald didn't say anything more until Heimdall quickly scanned the entire letter and stuffed it back into the envelope.

"It doesn't look very happy." Grindelwald took a drag on his cigarette.

Heimdall came back to his senses, "I'm getting old, so smoke less."

Grindelwald smiled suddenly and put down his pipe.

Heimdall said, "If only you were so obedient in other things."

Grindelwald pretended not to understand what he meant, and extinguished his pipe.

"The book list has changed." Heimdall said distressedly. "I've collected all the books for the seventh grade before. Some of them came from the second-hand books contributed by my seniors, Victor's, and I bought them when the bookstore was on sale. I didn't expect it to change."

Grindelwald froze for a moment, "...Are you short of money?"

Director Stulusson gave him a blank look, it's not a concept, is there any!

Grindelwald couldn't laugh or cry, thinking that only this "little brother" in front of him dared to roll his eyes at him blatantly.Of course, there is another person who dares, but that person is so stable that he will not be "naughty" no matter what.

Heimdall scratched his head, "And what about divination... I haven't studied it before..." At this point, he suddenly raised his head.

Grindelwald didn't know why.

"You know Cassandra Trelawney?" Heimdall asked.

"Why do you ask this suddenly?" Grindelwald said calmly.

"I thought Cassandra had been dead for at least a century."

"Where did you come to that conclusion?"

"Textbooks," Heimdall said. "But you have refreshed the concept left in my mind by the textbook."

"I don't understand."

"I saw you once in the Pensieve of IW, through the memory of a certain criminal. You looked very young at that time, talking to a beautiful lady in black robes, and you talked about Cassandra."

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were empty, as if thinking about it.Probably really well-informed, and indifferent to the memory of criminals preserved in the Pensieve.

"You said that you want Cassandra to do divination for people, and as long as she does so, you can make her die. Is there anything wrong with Cassandra Trelawney? It sounds like she can't die..." Heim Dahl was amazed.

"She couldn't have died on her own," Grindelwald said.

"So she managed to die in the end?"

"But I didn't let her die," Grindelwald said. "It's the 'genetic disease' of the Trelawney family. People with higher prophecy ability will live longer, but this kind of immortality is not the disease-free and disaster-free, eternal youth that people expect, she will gradually grow old, I was tortured by illness, I suffered day after day, but I just couldn’t die.”

Heimdall shivered, "It's terrible." It turns out that death has become a luxury and a relief for some people.

"How did she die in the end?" Heimdall asked curiously.

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow, "Do you believe it?"

"Why are you lying to me?"

Grindelwald smiled.

Heimdall lost interest in asking because he thought of another matter.

"Who is Sergey?"

Grindelwald spared no time to fill himself with tea, "You don't know?"

"You started talking nonsense too."

Grindelwald was not annoyed, "You are married to his grandson, but you don't know who Sergey is?"

grandson? !

Heimdall asked in surprise, "Sergey Krum?"

Grindelwald nodded.

"Victor's grandpa?"

"Yes."

"One of the innocent souls who died at your hands."

Grindelwald was silent.

three,

"Rig!"

Heimdall, who was full of thoughts, followed the sound, and Mionnier, who was around the swimming circle, was running towards him.

Heimdall immediately caught it, picked it up and kissed it three times vigorously, and the depression in his heart couldn't help but dissipated a lot.

"Rig, swim." Mionnier pursed his lips, he was already swimming.

"I'm sorry, Dad broke his promise, let's go for a walk in the woods tomorrow morning." Heimdall promised.

Mi O'Neill thought about it for a moment, and said magnanimously: "Yes."

"Thank you son for giving dad a chance to make amends." Heimdall bit his son's face.

Baby Xiaomi moved forward with a smile, seemingly enjoying being bitten.

Pulov, who was waiting happily behind, walked forward with a smile on his face, "I'm back."

"I'm sorry for coming back late. This kid is very energetic. I hope I didn't cause you any trouble." Heimdall said apologetically.

"My grandson is called lively!" Plov firmly refused to admit Heimdall's statement.

"Is Victor back?" Heimdall walked back with his son in his arms.

"No."

Heimdall said nothing.

They walked into the small courtyard and saw Rommel reading documents under the flower stand, and the stone pillar lamp beside the flower stand brightly illuminated this corner of the small courtyard.

"Rommel has just come back and Snow is in the bus," Plov said.

Rommel turned his head when he heard the movement.

"Good evening, Daddy. Have you eaten yet?"

"I've starved to death waiting for you to come back." Rommel said bluntly.

"Have you eaten yet? Let Hina prepare it." Plov asked.

"I've eaten." Heimdall kissed his father's cheek and carried his son into the house.

Victor got home very late that night.

He tiptoedly lifted the quilt, and just as he lay down and was about to stretch out his hand, Heimdall turned around to find a comfortable position in the master's arms.

"Woke you up?" Victor asked softly.

"No, just woke up."

Victor kissed Heimdall's lips, and explored softly in his mouth, and the two of them took a moment to separate.

"Go to sleep." Victor hugged Heimdall tightly and closed his eyes.

four,

The next morning, Xiaobaba kept her promise, and she was about to wake up in the early morning. She didn't fully wake up until she came out of the bathroom and changed her clothes, and she still looked sleepy.

He just walked out of the bedroom door with his eyes half closed, and the master was still sound asleep on the bed.

Baby Xiaomi was getting dressed, and it felt very fresh to see the little papa calling him, and his voice was much higher-pitched, which seemed a little crazy.

Until Heimdall hinted him to whisper with a stern expression, Mionir hurriedly covered his mouth, and was carried downstairs by Heimdall.

They met Rommel in the dining room.

The stylized conversation ended early, and Heimdall watched Mionier forcefully climb up to his small chair and sit down at the table before turning his head to talk to his father.

"You got up so early, don't you want to sleep any longer?"

"As you get older, you have less time to sleep." Rommel opened the newspaper.

Heimdall noticed that he was reading the Saint Taudini Wizard Exchange Information.

Sensing his son's gaze, Rommel said with a normal expression: "This newspaper is very interesting."

"It's more exciting than the drama you watched." Heimdall turned his head and pointed to the small bowl and asked his son, "Do you want to eat fruit?"

Mionier nodded obediently.

Heimdall wiped the soup stains from his nose with a napkin, and Mionnier chewed intently on the small bowl.He never had to worry about his two fathers when it came to eating. Although he didn't understand dining etiquette at this age, he was basically able to avoid bluffing at the dinner table.The master once proudly stated that this point is up to him, and the head of the room is tolerant because the earth did not argue with him.

"Where exactly are you going after eating?" Rommel saw that they were dressed to go out.

"If you don't go anywhere, just walk around in the woods." Heimdall said.

Rommel was suddenly happy, and turned his gaze to Xiaomi, "Going to see your four-faced friend again?"

Ever since Heimdall gave the name of the strange khaki Pegasus baby "Four Unlikeness", it seems to have become a fixed name.When Mionier saw it, he always called it strange, but that day, the baby horse seemed to respond quite smoothly.

"Have you seen that Pegasus?" Heimdall asked.

"I saw it in the yard yesterday when I went home," Rommel said with a smile. "They all rolled into the flower bed."

Chairman Sturluson saw his grandson and a Pegasus hugging and rolling all over the ground at first, and his mood was very delicate, especially when he found that his grandson was sticking out his tongue to lick each other like a Pegasus, it felt like being struck by lightning Like.He looked at Plov who was laughing happily beside him, turned around and entered the room with a face of forbearance, and decided to keep out of sight.At this moment, Chairman Sturluson realized the profound differences between Northern Europe and Eastern Europe.

Heimdall suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he must have rolled in mud when he swam in the open-air pool so early.

Heimdall didn't mean to blame at all, he stroked Mionir's soft hair with a smile.

"The boy should be tougher. I was worried that the boy's body would not be strong, and I was afraid of sequelae. Seeing him so alive and kicking, I was too happy."

Baby Xiaomi realized that Little Papa was referring to him, and although he didn't quite understand what he was talking about, he still gave him a bright smile.

"You're about to start school." Rommel said after pondering for a moment.

"Yes, what are your orders?" Heimdall said mischievously.

"How will you take care of your children then? Durmstrang is not a shopping street, you can't come in and out at will."

"I want to communicate with the principal. It's not uncommon for the seventh grade to not live on campus. Victor is going to teach in Heidegerak. We are definitely worried about leaving Mionnier alone at home. It's so cold in the Durmstrang mountains."

"Usually let him stay with me." Rommel said.

Heimdall was very surprised. He thought Rommel was not so warm to Mionnier.

Rommel seemed to see through his thoughts, "His name is Mionier Grana Sturluson, and he has your grandfather's name in his name. I will not let it go anyway. I can't put the Sturluson family's The future is handed over to others, and with Pulov's obedient education, I can't imagine what the children will become in the future."

"Mionir is only three years old." Heimdall thought that his father was worrying unfoundedly.

"You can't be sloppy on the issue of children's education." Rommel has no doubts.

Heimdall agrees with this point of view, but...he looked at his son hesitantly, and the son raised his head knowingly, and returned him a silly smile.

To be honest, facing such a small face, Heimdall couldn't imagine his dandy appearance.

"I'll talk it over with Victor," Heimdall said. "As long as you don't get bored."

It can be seen that Rommel doesn't know anything about raising children, and he doesn't care about it. Xiaomi is not Rieger at that time, and it will definitely not work to adopt an adult method for him. It must be Rommel himself who will be so angry at that time.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Rommel held up the newspaper again.

Heimdall was completely puzzled by his surprise move, but the room chief didn't know that Mr. Chairman was stimulated by yesterday's licking and rolling.

Heimdall jokingly said: "You won't train a little Rommel, will you?"

Chairman Sturluson tilted his newspaper, and grinned calmly, "Who knows?!"

Fives,

When Chief Strulusson saw the rolling scene with his own eyes, he somewhat understood why Dad was worried.But he doesn't think it's a bad thing, the child is still young, there is nothing wrong with liking to be close to animals, and it is something to be proud of to make animals like it so much.

So he indulged in watching the two cubs gather together to play, they obviously made completely different voices and spoke different languages ​​- the call of Tianma could be called a language, but they got along well, which was enviable.

Mionnier introduced Heimdall to Sixiang from the very beginning. Although Heimdall had a grudge against Sixiang's "sneaky" behavior, but faced with Sixiang's big watery eyes, he finally threw away his helmet and armor and told himself not to talk to Xiaoxiang. General knowledge of dolls.Only then did he show a gentle smile, comforting Mionir who was watching his every move nervously.

Heimdall is guarding Mionir. The four-faced mother only appeared at the beginning. I don’t know whether to trust him or Mionir, or believe that they will not harm the four-faced image. They disappeared before they found out. .

Sixiang didn't seem to notice it, and happily ate the candy that Mionir handed it.

Heimdall looked at the time, patted his trouser legs, got up from the ground, and yelled at Mionnier to go home.

Mionnier turned his head, and then reluctantly let go, biting his sleeve with his mouth so as not to let him go.

Mionier looked embarrassed.

Heimdall stepped forward amusedly, "Your brat is quite arrogant, please let go."

Sixiang turned a deaf ear and stubbornly tugged at Mionier.

"Well, how about you come home with us and play in the yard?" Heimdall tried to communicate.

Si Xiang seemed to think about it for a while, then let go of his mouth, and looked around.

"Are you looking for your mother? It wasn't there just now. You go back and ask your mother if she agrees, and if she agrees, go directly to our place." I don't know if Sixiang understands, it has been looking around, Haim Dahl repeated it with it twice, but in desperation picked up his son and headed back.

Sixiang suddenly fluttered its wings and flew in the opposite direction. Heimdall thought it was in a hurry to go back to find its mother, but before it could take a few steps, a mournful neigh sounded.

Mionir was so frightened that he hugged Xiao Papa's neck.

Heimdall immediately took out the dragon skin elastic band. Once the elastic band was unraveled, it wrapped Mionir conveniently, and tied the child firmly to Heimdall.Mionier flexibly used both hands and feet, and wrapped around the little poop with the help of elastic bands.

Heimdall held his wand in his hand and quickly groped towards the source of the neighing.

Behind an abrupt and unsightly rock, there is a gray Pegasus horse that has never been seen before. It is tall and majestic, with bulging muscles and strong limbs. At this time, it is flapping its wings and sending a threat signal to attack in a certain direction.At its feet, Sixiang was lying on the ground dying, seemingly seriously injured.

"Father!" Mionir tried his best not to let his panic be too loud.

Even so, the gray pegasus was still aware of their presence, and it flapped its wings and rushed over menacingly.

Fuck, is this really a Pegasus? !

It was the first time for Heimdall to see such an irritable Pegasus. Usually Pegasus would turn backwards when seeing wizards. How could it go forward like this?But this saves the effort of luring the enemy. It’s not that Heimdall is afraid to face the enemy head-on. Using magic to deal with Pegasus is really useless, and human beings should not interfere with the survival of the fittest in nature, although it is too cruel to say so.

Now he regretted not waking up the toffees when he went out, it was another matter for animals to fight animals.

At the same moment that Gray Pegasus rushed towards the father and son, Heimdall saw behind him, the mother Pegasus limping towards Sixiang.With an idea, Heimdall cast out a magic spell to freeze the gray sky horse blocking the way, and then went around it and ran towards Sixiang.

Mother Pegasus was a bit repulsed at their approach at first, especially after seeing the wand in his hand, Sparta was even more powerful, but Mionir's anxious call dispelled its doubts, and Heimdall approached Sixiang smoothly.

He quickly checked Sixiang's whole body. It seemed that it had suffered a huge impact on the abdomen. It tried to move Sixiang's limbs again, and it was determined that its right hind limb was fractured. Other than that, everything was normal.Sixiang's injury was simply treated, relieving its abdominal pain, and then Heimdall showed the injury to Mother Pegasus.Mother Tianma's injuries are not serious, her limbs are not broken, and the wounds on her body are all scratches. It looks scary but not serious.

While healing the wounds of the gradually docile Pegasus mother, Heimdall wondered wildly, could it be that the big gray head fell in love with the beautiful and fierce Pegasus mother, and wanted to be the overlord? !

Just when Heimdall was thinking wildly, the big gray head who had resumed his action jumped up scratching his hooves. Heimdall wanted to let it go, but he didn't appreciate it, and wanted to take revenge angrily.

Chief Sturlusson had all set his posture, ready to make a beautiful counterattack in front of his son, when the ferocious big gray head suddenly let out a wail in mid-air, was hit hard and fell to the ground, and couldn't get up after struggling for a long time.

Heimdall was dumbfounded, and saw that the "culprit" who failed to make him look handsome was standing there unrestrainedly, dismissive of the embarrassed big gray head, and had no obvious resistance to Heimdall, calmly He raised his hooves and walked over.

It lowered its head and licked the four different shapes, and rubbed against the mother Pegasus, looking like it was comforting its frightened wife and children.

"Who is that?" Mioneil's eyes flashed with curiosity.

"...Probably the father who looks like four."

"It's not the same color as Sixiang, and it has horns." Mionier gestured on his forehead.

Heimdall didn't know how to interface, it was the first time he saw a half-breed Pegasus like this - the weird khaki color had an explanation, normal baby unicorns should be golden - who would have thought that its father was actually unicorn.