HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 723 Little Friend Sage

one,

"Cassandra Trelawney..."

Fatmir Berisha shuddered.

Victor stopped thinking and turned to concern, "Do you feel cold?"

"I heard whispers in my grave," Belisha murmured, looking up into Victor's face. "To be honest, young master, I do know more about this matter than ordinary people, but that's all, it's just superficial. It's definitely not as detailed as what you or the person who gave you such a hint said."

Victor did not deny Berisha's guess, he was indeed inspired by President Noka.

"Cassandra died a long time ago, prophesying for her grandmother...it's impossible, it's too ridiculous..." The answer provided by Berisha could not convince the cautious Victor.

"Oh, yes, she's dead long ago," said Berisha calmly. "20 years ago the Bulgarian "Balkan Wizard" published my obituary."

Victor fell silent.

"Dead or alive is just a word of the people. For irrelevant people, how many people will bother to verify the truth because of the life and death of others?"

"Did Cassandra appear because of a curse?" Victor asked. "I've heard rumors in this regard. At that time, there was a lot of buzz and words."

"If you are asking about the whereabouts of the money, I can tell you that Sergey did not pay a single Nat to Cassandra. As for whether Cassandra is really as effective as rumored, it is unknown .No one except Sergey and your grandmother, maybe. No one who knows—”

Berisha's words stopped abruptly, and Victor asked, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, yes..." Berisha said to himself. "How did I forget... I'm really old... I thought that almost no one who knew about it was alive, except me and Jankulovska (Old Mrs. Krum) and one person..."

"Who is it?" Victor asked.

"Gellert Grindelwald."

Victor's expression changed, and he blurted out, "Impossible!"

"There is no gratuitous hatred in the world," Berisha said feebly. "He had a friendship with Sergey. For a while, the relationship seemed to be good. At that time, conflicts had not erupted, and there were no interests involved. At that time, the dispute between good and evil was not so sharp."

two,

Victor walked out of Berisha's office with a heavy heart, his eyes stared at a certain place unconsciously, and he left.

Victor stepped on the comfortable soft red embroidered carpet and pushed the door out.

The old lawyer Luksic stood quietly on the side of the street, shrugging his neck and staring at the pigeons entrenched on the opposite building.

Seeing Victor coming out, he followed without haste.

"Why don't you go in with me?" Victor asked doubts before entering the door.

"I may not tell the truth when I am with him... You must not take my complaint to heart. This is the way I have gotten along with him for so many years. It is just my personal speculation, and maybe it is not the case." Even so However, Luksic showed disapproval. "One thing I can be sure of is that he is not happy to see me. In order to make your conversation fruitful, it is not bad to give up being comfortably entertained and stand on the side of the road to watch the lovely birds that live and sleep like me."

Victor said amusedly: "It's still not about eating and sleeping in the open?"

"Understood." Luke Xiqi said indifferently, after a while he adjusted his mood and asked, "How did you talk?"

"It can be said that there is progress, and it can also be said that there is no progress."

Luksic sneered, "That guy always likes to play tricks, but Sergey just followed his tricks, thinking that he has a strong heart and a well-thought-out plan."

"He just doesn't want to cause trouble." Victor came to a conclusion after only two meetings.

Luksic was finally in the mood to laugh, "Not to mention anything else, you are better than Sergey in this alone, your grandfather has many advantages, but also has many shortcomings - the most troublesome thing is that once you think If this person is trustworthy, he forgets how to doubt."

"Grandpa is a straightforward person." Of course Victor would not agree with his grandfather.

Luksic heard Victor's overtones, and stopped the topic with a smile.

They came to another street.

"A few people want to meet you," Luksic said.

Victor seemed to understand his nonsensical words, "Those things are out of my control, you should find grandma or Vidin and Bernick."

Luke Xiqi refused, "Now that the will has not been changed, you are still the first heir of the Krum family, and you have to continue to bear some responsibilities."

three,

They stopped outside a spice shop, and the dark green door that outlined the golden edge opened in front of them as if they had sensed it.Luksic stretched out his hand, and Victor walked in helplessly.

Every detail of this spice shop has perfectly inherited and preserved the quaint style of a century ago. Its quaintness caters to the psychology of many people who miss the past or are curious, so its business is as lively as in the past.Several wizards in charge of the spice business had been waiting for a long time. Under the recommendation of Luksic, they were about to meet the young master of the Krum family.

The spice business is not the mainstay of the Krum family. It belongs to the kind of dessert that would be regrettable to be missing but does not affect appetite.When old Krum was still alive, their business was thriving and their performance was impressive. After the old Mrs. Krum took over, it completely became a third-rate business that no one cares about.

The store managers straightened up with great interest, and stared frankly and eagerly at the young man who came in behind Luksic—the legend he created had left the Krum family and this circle.

"I believe everyone knows who this is without my introduction?" Luksic joked slowly, obviously quite satisfied with the atmosphere changed by Victor's appearance.

Everyone in the room stood up in unison.

"My pleasure, Mr Kroom."

One after another, the store managers lowered their stance and held out their hands, tactfully addressing him as Mr. instead of Young Master.

Victor shook hands with them one by one, and after greeting them, they sat down again.

The store managers closed their mouths cautiously, and no one was in a hurry to reveal anything.

"Philip told me that you want to see me." Victor spoke first in such an atmosphere.

"Yes," said the oldest wizard among them, leaning forward. "We were eager to find an opportunity to have a talk with Mr. Krum, and after several rebuffs, we found Mr. Luksic."

The store managers first ruled out the possibility of "taking bribes" - there was no shady deal between them and Luksic, maybe Victor hadn't thought of that, and they had to take precautions.

"I trust Philip." Victor said firmly.

Just as the store managers smiled, Victor said again, "But you have found the wrong person, and I have long since stopped doing business. If you have any good suggestions for the spice business, I can arrange for you to meet with grandma."

"No, it's not Mrs. Crumb we want to see," said the store representative. "Old Mrs Krum never valued us, even if we meet, it won't help."

"I will convey your thoughts to my cousin." Victor's tone remained unchanged.

The store managers were disappointed.

"Don't forget what I told you before, do you want me to reveal it? I'm afraid the young master doesn't know yet." Luksic "threatened".

The store managers who didn't know why looked at each other in blank dismay.

Victor was very annoyed, but he couldn't get angry at this old man who dedicated his youth to the Krum family.

"I see," he said. "I have never been involved in the spice trade since I was a child, please show me all the records of these years."

The store managers were so happy that they nodded and bowed hurriedly, as if they knew everything and said nothing.

"One more thing," the store manager representative hesitated. "The spice shop of Krum's family also has secret recipes. The secret recipes are in the hands of the spice masters. Generally, only approved apprentices have the opportunity to get in touch with the secret recipes."

Victor's face sank, "Someone leaked the secret recipe?"

The representative of the store manager was overjoyed, and it was refreshing to work with the owner who had a quick brain.

"Although our spice shop has always been better than the best in the industry, it is an old brand with more than a hundred years of history, and we cannot let these rat droppings ruin its reputation." The representative of the store manager said solemnly.

"So what are the rules set by grandpa? What should we do if something like this happens?" Victor asked.

"Deaf, dumb, or blind, depending on the severity of the violation."

Apprentices who signed a contract with Krum Spice Shop had to bear similar risks. The contract clearly stated that any apprentice who violated the confidentiality agreement must be punished accordingly.Since the old Mrs. Krum took over the business, first, she didn't pay much attention to spices; second, she stopped the original punishment on the grounds that it was too cruel.

The store managers speculated that Mr. Krum might be planning to formulate new measures to deal with it, but Victor's answer without thinking completely denied their imagination.

"As usual."

The store managers were taken aback, "...fine money, drive people away, and smear their resumes?" This is the gentle proposition of the old Mrs. Krum, and it is not serious to put it bluntly.

"According to grandpa's rules, if grandma has doubts, just say it was my idea." Victor turned to Luksic. "It's just right. When the time comes, you will take the opportunity to remind her that what should be changed should be changed quickly."

On this issue, Luksic is habitually deaf and dumb.

The store managers were at a loss, but at the same time, they knew the truth about this legendary young master. Different from the overseeing old man and the smart old lady, he had a cruel heart that was not inferior to the old man.

The store managers stood in a row respectfully watching the young master leave, only to find that the young master stopped suddenly and stared intently at a vase on the corner cabinet.

The store managers all looked at Luksic, who was as dazed as they were.

The shopkeeper here bit the bullet and asked in a low voice, "Is there any room for improvement?"

"The roses in that vase are..."

The shopkeeper suddenly realized, and said with relief, "That's a new variety bred in Rose Valley, called Nightingale."

"nightingale?"

"Its petals vibrate against each other in the moonlight, and it sounds like it's singing."

four,

"How is it?" Peter stood in front of the car that had not been magically transformed, with his arms wide open, as if offering a treasure.

Mr. Sturlusson's expression is full of bitterness and hatred. Could it be that in Peter's eyes, this is the money of the common people?

He ignored the smug Peter, and said to the witch in charge of car remodeling and sales: "This car is not an affordable model, is it?"

The witch looked back in surprise.

Heimdall thought that this woman must have taken him for granted. He had both eaten pork and seen pigs running. The second-hand price of that red sports car with the Prancing Horse logo on it must be the same as that in the wizarding world. Very exciting.

I didn't expect that the wizard's research on the four wheels was so thorough that it was unexpected. Could it be that he looks like a spendthrift two hundred and five? !

"Give me the list, and I'll go through it myself," Heimdall suggested.

The witch gave him the list and let him do what he wanted.

He and Peter were the only two left in the empty and messy venue.

"You don't like it?" Peter thought the car looked classy.

"Can class be eaten?" Heimdall flipped through the list in his hand, and there are quite a lot of similar luxury cars.

Just when Heimdall looked more and more painful, Peter leaned into his ear and said, "I found the contact person of Bock's Muggle wife."

Heimdall flipped through the list and said nonchalantly, "Muggles or wizards?"

"A Muggle, seems to have wizarding blood in his ancestry."

That is, a certain generation suddenly became a Squib and then returned to the Muggle world.

"Is Bowker's wife still connected to the Muggle world after she eloped with Bowker?"

"It seems so, to what extent is unclear."

"Is it male or female?"

"What is male and female?"

"Muggle contacts of Bock's wife."

"female."

"She knows about the wizarding world?"

"The ancestor left a few words about the wizarding world. She didn't believe it like the rest of the family. After Bock's wife got in touch with her, she had to believe it."

"It's really tortuous. What is the Turkish Ministry of Magic doing?!" Heimdall stopped muttering and said again. "Didn't you startle the snake?"

"You still don't believe me?!" Peter squinted.

Heimdall grinned.

"What are you going to do about Professor Brown?" Peter asked.

Heimdall said calmly: "What else can I do?" Taking advantage of the situation, he put on a helpless look. "The higher-ups are talking like that, can I still follow up with the higher-ups?"

"It's not the first time that I've confronted my boss." Peter was thoughtful.

Chief Strulusson was startled, this little guy was quite sharp.

Grindelwald's matter is too complicated, and if it is not done well, it will be dragged down and ruined, especially in their line of work. Heimdall doesn't want to drag Peter into it.

"Let's just say I haven't taken action yet," Heimdall said frankly, looking him in the eye. "It's still in the tentative stage. To be honest, I really don't dare to blatantly challenge the higher authorities. I'm still counting on this year's assessment to get a high score."

Peter shrugged, not sure if he believed it or not.

"I want this one." Heimdall's loud words dispelled the ensuing dullness.

They quickly found the car, with chipped paint and no original color; half of the windshield was missing; one of the rearview mirrors was missing.This is still a problem with the naked eye at first glance. Who knows what kind of decay is inside, maybe it will fall apart as soon as you step on the accelerator.

Peter frowned, "I know you love money like your life, so there's no need to pick it up like this?!"

"As long as it can run, it's a good car." Heimdall is quite satisfied with the civilian price of this car, which is similar to collecting junk.

"The money for the modification still needs to be paid." Peter complained.

"It costs so much to get a modified Ferrari." Heimdall had already planned it.

"You really are not the usual planner."

"It's okay." Heimdall pretended not to understand his sarcasm.

Peter didn't know what to do, so he turned around and went to find someone. It is estimated that such a waste product will not cost a few dollars.

Heimdall circled around his future car several times, and the more he looked at it, the more he was satisfied, and the more he looked at it, the more turbulent he became. Although he couldn't tell the brand and model of the car, this calm and decent model was just like what he saw on TV. The red flags in China have a little bit of kinship.The red flag car is not something that ordinary people can ride in. Mr. Stulusson's head is happy to fill his brain...

The little magic mirror in the pocket moved, and the head of the room happily took out the mirror, and the master's face appeared in the mirror.

Fives,

Along with the crackling sound, Rommel Strulusson, who was off duty, appeared in Santaudini. After a while, his brother Snow appeared not far away.

Rommel stopped, waiting for Snow to catch up.

Snow walked quickly to his side, and the two walked towards the Knights Tower together.

"You've been free these days," Rommel said.

The department that manages magical sports should be one of the busiest departments in the Ministry of Magic.

Snow said: "Next week will start to be busy, the last quiet time before dawn. You are also quite free."

"False," said Rommel numbly. "I can't remember the last time I was on vacation."

"I thought you were on vacation right now."

"No one is looking for a vacation. I'm completely isolated from the world. I can do what I want to do as I like. I don't have to wake up early and stay late, and I don't have to worry about how high the pile of documents is on the table."

Snow laughed, "I envy such a vacation."

The two complained about the workload respectively, and by the way, imagined the beautiful holiday life.

There was another burst of crackling, and the two turned their heads, and the young couple appeared in sight.

Rommel narrowed his eyes slightly, "What is Rieger holding in his hand?"

That big bunch of things that almost drowned half of the person...

"Looks like flowers." Snow raised his eyebrows.

Snow's comprehension ability is not low, it is indeed a flower, a large bouquet of bright red roses.

I don't know if it's the reflection of the gorgeous flowers, or a psychological effect. Heimdall's cheeks were slightly flushed, and the smile on his face showed a rare embarrassment.

"What day is today?" Rommel first worried about what he missed, and at the same time it was definitely not his son's birthday.

"It's not such a day." Heimdall giggled.

Careful people will find that a baby's smirk is exactly the same.

Victor watched in fascination, couldn't help but kissed his mouth, and then took out the carton.Heimdall hesitated, handed over the flowers, and let Victor stuff them into the box.The paper box is small and light, which reduces the burden.Heimdall had such a strong desire to show off, and he couldn't figure out why, so he brought a large bouquet of roses home, not to mention attracting attention, and the purpose of showing off was achieved, so he stopped.

What Rommel and Snow didn't understand was that these two people were showing their affection shamelessly, so they decided to turn a blind eye at the same time.

"Getting off work early, you two," Rommel said.

"I haven't received urgent business recently, and my off-duty time is basically fixed. Victor is rare." Heimdall said and looked up at the master. "He didn't come home until midnight for several days."

Victor put his arms around the shoulders of his sweetheart, everything was silent.

The two adults decided to ignore the twinkling pink light that hovered around them again.

"How do you think about Mionir?" Snow asked.

here you go!Rommel gave a thumbs up in his heart, this topic must curb the further flood of pink.

The Xiaomi baby is full of power, and the pink maze disappears in an instant.

"Rig has already told me." Victor nodded. "It's because we didn't think enough about it. We really don't want to cause trouble for you."

We, you, make people angry.

"Mionnier's surname is Stulusson," said Rommel.

Snow was puzzled by his eldest brother's sudden toughness.

"My father likes Mionir very much." Victor said without changing his face.

"I will not prevent Plov from visiting his grandson." Rommel looked reasonable.

"Fine," Heimdall said. "Plov can stay overnight with Dad, the best of both worlds." Then the three of them stared at themselves, "What's wrong? Am I wrong?"

The three sighed in their hearts at the same time, how could they not know Heimdall's intention to calm down the situation.

"Then I will trouble you." Victor said to Rommel.

"Rommel doesn't know how to take care of children, so it's better to let Mionier stay with me. Rigg was brought up by me." Snow said proudly.

"My son is given to you, and I have to take care of my grandson!" Rommel emphasized without doubt.

Snow turned a deaf ear, "Elder Lange also likes that child quite a bit, maybe he will volunteer."

Chairman Sturluson was furious, why are everyone so worried!

six,

"Isn't your arrangement a bit early?" Heimdall looked at the house elf hiding behind Hina speechlessly. Considering the age of the house elf, he was still a child.

Heimdall didn't expect Rommel to be so fast. Mionnier's house elves were all selected, and he was a child laborer.

"It's the child of sister Dodoma, and the seedling is very good." Rommel sat on the chair and crossed his legs leisurely. "Starting from a young age, you can get used to it when you grow up."

The little house elf quietly stretched out its head, looking around curiously with its big brown eyes. The thought of obedience has not yet formed in it, and its actions still have the inherent vivacity and vitality of a child.

"Sage." Dodoma gave it a stern look.

The little guy shrank his shoulders in fear, and half of his outstretched head disappeared.

"Master," said Dodoma. "Please give Dodoma some more time, the current Sage is still unable to serve the young master."

Dodoma is a perfectionist, and Sage's every move constantly challenges Dodoma's fragile nerves.

Rommel waved his hand, Dodoma had no choice but to shut his mouth temporarily, because Heimdall had already walked in front of Hina.

Hina pulled Serge out hard.

The elf buried her head, her body trembling non-stop.

"Your name is Sage?" Heimdall squatted down, looking as pleasant as possible.

"..."

"What? I can't hear you?"

"Sage's name is Sage."

Heimdall hurriedly suppressed his laughter, and Dodoma's expression was distorted—Rommel glanced at the calm house elf, guessing that it might be so ashamed that it wanted to apologize with death.

"Does Sage know the purpose of bringing you here today?" Heimdall asked again.

Sage raised his head, and hurriedly lowered his head when he saw Heimdall, but soon he couldn't hold back his curiosity and raised his head again.Heimdall's gentleness made it gradually courageous.

Sage's high-pitched voice sounded like a child's, "Sage knows that Master Rommel wants Sage to serve the young master."

"Would Sage be willing?"

Serge looked blankly at Heimdall, then at Hina, and finally his eyes fell on Dodoma who wanted to tear it into pieces, looking away in fear.

Seeing that it was about to retract again, Heimdall hugged it, and Sage turned pale with fright.

The other two house-elves looked like they were about to pass out. In the concept of house-elves, touching the owner's body was tantamount to perverse behavior, let alone being picked up by the owner.

Seeing Dodoma's bleak expression that the end of the world is approaching, Rommel raised the corner of his mouth maliciously.

Fortunately, Heimdall quickly put Sage down.

Dodoma clutched his chest, feeling that the young master was caught off guard, and that he would have to serve Rommel for ten years less.

"Xina, go and call Mionir over."

Heimdall gave an order, and Hina, who had just recovered, led the order.

"I'll call my son, who is the young master you mentioned. You two will get to know each other, and then communicate with each other. Do you want to talk about it?" Heimdall said that everything is negotiable.

Will it dare? !If it doesn't want to... think of a lot of Masparta here.