HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 726 The Disappearing Stew Pot

one,

"I'm back." Standing by the window, Buta looked towards the door.

Gant closed his eyes, opened his eyes, and took off the book covering his face.Fiona fiddled with the dress, smoothing out the wrinkles.

The creaking sound of the rusted iron door entered the room through the thin wooden door. After a while, the teenage boy turned the handle and opened the door.He glanced around habitually, then closed the door lightly.

Seeing that Fiona didn't intend to move, Gant sat aside to make room.

The boy went straight to Buta.

Turning around, Gant found that Fiona was winking at him, as if mocking him for "doing nothing." Gant cleared his throat nonchalantly, and threw the book in his hand on the crooked coffee table with one leg missing.

"Where did you go? You were sweating." Buta took out a handkerchief and wiped Simon Boy's sweat.

Simon revels in Buta's nagging, until the grim Fiona interrupts it all.That's right, Fiona, who is cold-hearted and cold-blooded, can't even compare to Buta's hair.Simon thought angrily, I can't believe there is such a woman in the world, no, girl!

"Don't waste time, Buta, doesn't he have hands? Do you have to serve? You're not a house elf!" Fiona didn't hide the contempt on her face.

Buta has long been used to the cynicism of Fiona, and Simon, who has just entered the hazy and sensitive adolescence, suddenly has a rebellious psychology, but he only dares to take revenge in his mind.Simon is terrified of Fiona, for reasons unknown, not sure why.Maybe it's like love, without reason and inexplicable.

Under Fiona's cold gaze, Buta sat down beside Fiona - Fiona had made room for her.Simon dawdled across from them, and sat next to Gant.His back was straight, only half of his buttocks were hit, and his feet were close together.

"What's going on?" Fiona's voice was devoid of emotion.

Simon stared at the pink leather shoes on Fiona's feet and said, "He asked about you."

Fiona and the others looked at each other without panic, which was expected, and it was strange that Ludwig Brown ignored them.

"What did he ask?"

Simon recalled, "Ask what you like, and what country you're from, and how we get along," he paused. "He also asked Mr. Sturluson."

Buta leaned forward and said anxiously, "What did he ask Mr. Sturluson?"

Her impatience was so obvious that it stung the boy's sensitive little mind. Simon curled his lips in displeasure, and inadvertently caught sight of Fiona's eyes narrowed because of his rudeness.

Buta, ignorant of these subtle changes, raised her voice and repeated her question, and Simon was honest this time.

“Mark asked me how often Mr. Strulusson comes to Bulgaria and if he came to see you,” he said. Simon still likes to refer to one of Brown’s self-reported pseudonyms: Jean-Marc Todt.

"What do you say?" Fiona asked.

"I said that I'm not very familiar with Mr. Sturluson. I don't know how often he comes here. I haven't seen him before."

Buta breathed a sigh of relief.

"Not satisfactory." Fiona's unreasonable evaluation.

Simon lowered his head, not daring to speak out.

"What else did he ask?" Fiona asked. "About the Krum bastard again?"

Simon nodded, "He seems to be very interested in Boyi, and asked a lot of insinuations. He also hinted that I might be the real culprit who made me blame him, and I refuted him. resell to make ends meet.”

Simon looked at Fiona expectantly, thinking that the other party would impress him because of his insight. Unexpectedly, Fiona just urged him to continue talking impatiently, leaving no chance for him to feel proud.

Simon took a breath and continued, "Mark disagrees with my point of view. He is very confident in his own judgment. He said that Boyi is not what we see. Boyi's calm and arrogant is just a deceptive appearance. We—including All the teachers who raved about him -- didn't know him."

Simon was deeply impressed by the words of "Jean-Marc Todt": If it turns out to be the young master of the Krum family in the end, I will not be surprised at all.I have seen many self-righteous impostors in my life, with evil intentions, but insisting on pretending to be a decent person.This kind of thing may not be common, but it is not an exception.Putting blame on you shows that he still has some brains.

If Judge Strulusson also heard Brown's comments, he would definitely give him a thumbs up and say, "Give your self-analysis a thumbs up."

While Buta and Gant debated whether the conclusions point to Boyie being Brown's sham, Fiona mulled over the seemingly casual "imposter" description.Fiona was thoughtful, was the counterfeit a slip of the tongue by Brown, or did she have some deep meaning?If it was intentional, what did it mean?

"Tell these news to Mr. Stulusson." Fiona made a decisive decision.

Gantt and Buta agree.

Everyone was about to split up when Simon suddenly said, "Today is the last time Mark and I meet. He said he is going on a trip and his return date is uncertain."

The three of Buta were stunned.

Fiona gritted her teeth with an ugly expression, "Why didn't you say it earlier?!"

Simon pursed his lips and said, seemingly aggrieved, "How do I know if this news is important..." Of course he would not say that he did it on purpose, and his revenge has finally come true.

Gant sighed, Buta looked helpless.

Fiona stood up with a sullen face, ignoring the unnatural folds on the lace skirt, she leaned into Simon's ear and whispered, "I will definitely make Buta and Gant a pair, just wait and see! "

What surprised Buta and Gant was that Simon's face changed inexplicably, and then fell down on the sofa, rolling and crying.On the other side of the sofa, Fiona straightened her skirt happily.

two,

Buta managed to reassure Simon and lead him out of the room, the crushing cries thankfully gone.

Gant looked at Fiona and said, "You never do that. Did Simon mess with you? Are you jealous because he's always attached to Buta?"

Fiona said frankly, "Maybe there are some factors, but not all of them."

Gant said he was all ears.

Fiona knew that he was a person who would not give up until he reached his goal, so she had to continue to confess, "I never thought that everyone would like me. I can feel that he doesn't like me, but I hate his attitude. He can be justified Expressing his emotions freely, but always pretending that he is willing to get close to me, the aggrieved expression is annoying to see. Pretending to be clever, he misinterprets other people's good intentions, can't distinguish between good and evil, and people who have plans for him know There is one more thing, he is disobedient, we told him not to trust Brown and to be on guard, but look at him. Now I can only pray that he didn't sell us to Brown behind our backs, Let's hope he still thinks about Buta."

Gant said ironically: "Your requirements are understandable for adults. Simon is still a child. He doesn't know what is good or bad. He acts on his own will and takes things for granted. This is the 'privilege' of minors. You ask too much of him. Taller."

"Why are other teenagers able to tell right from wrong without others worrying about it?" Fiona disagreed. "Although Simon is also very unfortunate, he is lucky and has not suffered. I suspect that the reason why Simon takes Buta so closely is that he regards Buta as his mother. I don't want my good sister to fall in love There are many oil bottles for no reason."

Only then did Gant suddenly realize that Fiona was not an adult, and she was still a child.No wonder Fiona doesn't like Simon. Smart people look at problems from the perspective of smart people, and Simon is naturally to blame.

Gant shook his head, "Simon's stealing was a hot topic in the training school. Since you have the evidence that Simon didn't steal, why didn't you tell Simon that you believed him?"

"I didn't investigate for Simon, why did I tell him?" Fiona raised her chin proudly. "I'm training my investigative ability so that I can successfully pass the entrance examination of the Wizarding Police Force or the Auror Command in the future. What Simon thinks has nothing to do with me, he's doing it on his own. He doesn't like Krum's little boy The young master is arrogant, Boyi is the young master of a rich family, and he himself is nothing, not just showing off all day long, half a catty."

Fiona has decided to accept Heimdall's proposal, to be a wizard detective with outstanding case handling ability or an Auror who is not afraid of hardships.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything, don't get excited." Gant patted Fiona's head again.

Fiona slapped Gant's hand off, "I'm not a child anymore."

Gant couldn't help laughing, "Well, it's not a child anymore."

Fiona smiled slightly, and said with a sinister smile, "In a few years, I will be able to give birth to you."

Gant's face turned pale with shock, his ass tightened and his balls hurt.

three,

Heimdall has locked himself in the cubicle of the double-decker bus for more than four hours, during which Hina looked at the door from time to time; Delicious snacks will also wander outside the cubicle—in order to present treasures, they are finally taken away by Plov.

The small compartment of the double-decker bus is located at the end of the first floor, next to the stairs. This part is not well lit. Even if there are two windows, the disadvantages of insufficient lighting cannot be improved.When building the house, Victor and Heimdall decided to separate the rear of the house into a small room for storing sundries.Later, the double-decker bus merged with the Knights Building, and the couple found that the compartment was just aligned with the utility room on the north side of the house, so they removed a small part of the bus body and a small wall of the Knights Building to make the compartment and the utility room merged into one.

The utility room is not small now, it has become the family research room of Mr. Sturluson.

At this moment, Heimdall was sitting on the carpet in the center of the research room, surrounded by various parchments and manuscripts, and two quill pens shuttled around the floating blank book, swipe smartly on the paper under Heimdall's command.There was a copper box lying in front of Heimdall, the lid was opened, and the magic wand in the box was simple and luxurious in appearance, and it looked like something very old.

For four hours, he was making preparations before starting work.He finally stopped chanting, threw away the yellowed parchment, and directed the black quill to write down a series of precautions in the notebook, followed by the green quill to add his personal experience.He picked up Victor's wand, and the wand seemed to sense something, and the tentacles were slightly warm.

"Don't worry, I won't obliterate your existence, I just hope that you can live in harmony with your new friends." Heimdall murmured comfortingly and raised his right hand. The maple gall wand also sensed something, which was similar to the uneasiness released by Victor's wand. Quite different, the little pervert is interested.

"Don't get excited, I won't forgive you if you get angry with it." The "it" Heimdall said was Victor's wand.

Heimdall waved his wand mutteringly, Victor's wand gradually quieted down, and the slightly hot touch gradually cooled down. When it cooled down rapidly to the point where the tentacles were cold, the body of the wand suddenly made a piercing whistling sound, like trembling or excited, and then The entire body of the stick became extremely hot, and it was so hot that the entire palm of the hand was aching.Heimdall took a deep breath and began to compete with the wand core.

He manipulated the maple gall carefully, controlling the magic power, he didn't want to be short of breath before the wand was fused.Victor's wand is also made by a famous expert. To pull out the core of the wand, one must overcome layers of protection, but the number of its protective spells is beyond Heimdall's expectation.

After finally clearing the checkpoint and connecting the stick core, it has been an hour and a half, which greatly exceeded expectations.Heimdall decided to give up the steady and steady strategy, and ordered the maple gall to bite the core firmly.He pumped it out vigorously, and the dragon chant lingered over the research room like a dream or a fantasy.

A group of light and shadow suspected of being a fire-breathing dragon hovered around Heimdall, roaring angrily at him, flapping its wings, with great momentum, trying to severely punish the culprit who demolished its house.It's a pity that its roar is not as shocking as it thinks, and its wings are not as powerful as it thinks.Heimdall sat where he was, safe and sound, picking in a small bucket and picking out a small flat stick.

"Look, there is a dragon pattern on it, so you can stay on it for a while, it has been painted with protective paint, and it has also been cast with magic." Heimdall seriously replaced the stick left over from the dragon's crispy ice with a wand and inserted it into the stick After the core, and stuffed the rod core attached to the stick into the toad pen holder that has been waiting for a long time.

He was actually stabbed in the chrysanthemum by a popsicle stick... the core of the stick was haggard, and his face was full of cows.

While the charizard wand core felt sorry for himself, Heimdall used magic to put the empty wand in the empty wand return box on the shelf, just in case.Next, his eyes fell on Vasilyevich's fire elf wand.

"That thing is terrible, if we are not careful, both of us will be ashes." Heimdall said to Maple Gall.

Feng Muying exploded Yinhua excitedly, looking arrogant and courting death like "why are you still standing there?"

You can't emphasize the importance of safety with perverts, and Director Strulusson has realized life again.

The departure process of the core of the fire elf staff was faster than expected, perhaps in response to Dou Pod's evaluation of "the newborn fire". She has been lonely for hundreds of years, and she will run out whenever she has the opportunity.

The Nascent Fire is taken from the fire spirit Heliopa, but its appearance is not consistent with Heliopa, or it has no specific shape at all.When Nascent Flame leaves the wand, the first thing he sees is Heimdall holding a maple gall and his face is full of vigilance. The Nascent Flame, which looks like a ball of flames, flickers and flickers a few times, and then Heimdall's face appears.Facing his own face made of flames, Heimdall was amazed and amazed.

The nascent fire's childish nature soon got tired of it, but Heimdall and maple gall restrained its actions.Flame Heimdall grinned unhappily and made all kinds of grimaces. The head of the room thought that his facial expressions could be so rich that it was outrageous.

The fire-breathing dragon hiding in circles drew the attention of Flaming Heimdall, who quickly gave up the update of the grimace and moved towards the chrysanthemum dragon that exuded the same kind of breath.Heimdall, who was still worrying about how to let the nascent fire accept the fusion with another staff core, surged, and he stood up abruptly... He didn't do anything, just stood up.

It's better to wait and see what happens and see how the two of them get in touch.

Flaming Heimdall kept walking around the shivering Chrysanthemum Dragon, and seemed to have a good impression of this kind.The reason why Heimdall thought they could be fused at the beginning was because they were all of the fire attribute. Whether it was fusion or one core was assimilated by another core depends on the actual situation.

Judging from the current situation, it is likely that the Chrysanthemum Dragon was assimilated by the flame Heimdall—Heimdall hurriedly erased that image from his mind, and it is probably that the Chrysanthemum Dragon was assimilated by the first flame.

Chrysanthemum Dragon wanted to escape, but couldn't get rid of the popsicle stick. Flame Heimdall happily touched him closely. Chrysanthemum Dragon couldn't bear Heliopa's flame, and the core of the popsicle stick showed obvious signs of melting.

Heimdall murmured that it was not good, but he didn't expect First Fire to be impatient.He frantically took out the unicorn hair that had been refined before, silently encouraged himself, and then cut off the connection with the nascent fire neatly.The sudden freedom made the newborn fire a little at a loss, but it immediately adapted to this state, roaring and rushing towards the Explosive Chrysanthemum Dragon.Even if it's just a stick core, the law of the jungle is also applicable.

The image of the chrysanthemum dragon began to become disordered, and the stick core fixed on the popsicle stick melted faster.

At the same time, the nascent fire, which had been free for less than half a minute, found that its own flame had dimmed. It stopped devouring and stared blankly at its gradually thinning "body".

Heimdall found that such an expression on his face was really stupid, thinking that you are a wand core, and the moment you completely get rid of the wand means the beginning of your own destruction.Although a strong parentage from Heliopa slows down the process of eradication, it doesn't mean you'll be left intact to do whatever you want - like leaving your heart out of your body.

The cries of unicorns reverberated over the roof, they whizzed back and forth like a silver whirlwind, replacing the mournful dragon's chant, blurring the blazing shock of the nascent fire, like a refreshing dose of sobriety, like a dying chrysanthemum dragon Quiet in varying degrees from the overwhelmed fledgling fire.

Heimdall, with a popsicle stick in one hand and a wand in the other, attracted Heliopa, calling for a silver whirlwind.Under his careful maneuvering, the three turned into three gorgeous and strange light clusters, blending and spinning dazzlingly with the maple gall wand as the center...

four,

Mionir sat on a small wooden board with wheels, and was pushed away by Sage's secret manipulation of magic—this baby has become invisible after double training by Dodoma and Kreacher.

Mionir, who had found a new way to play, wandered around the house for a day, and they happened to come to the gate when Victor came home.

"Dad." Mionier dropped the wooden board and ran to Da Papa.

Victor squatted down and spread his arms, picked up his son and bounced around.

"It seems to be heavy again."

Mionier said proudly: "Mionier, a bowl of food."

He meant that he ate a bowl of vegetables at noon.

The master nodded in relief, much more relieved than that.

By the way, who is it?

After taking his wand away in the morning, there was no response. The master stayed in the Vulcan team all day during the day and called out to the magic mirror no less than ten times.Only that one connection failed to answer his questions, and Heimdall absent-mindedly reported that he was safe and then hung up.

Victor asked, "Is little Daddy back?"

"Research room." Mionier pointed behind him.

Victor was about to speak when he heard a violent muffled sound, and the ground trembled briefly.There was a lot of movement this time, and the knights were jumping like chickens and dogs.

Plov, with a pale face, ran down from the second floor and saw his son and grandson relax quickly.

"What's going on?" he asked hastily.

Victor smiled reassuringly at his father and called, "Shina."

Sheena appeared, "Master Victor."

"What happened just now?"

"The master is doing experiments in the research room, and the master does not allow Hina to enter or leave."

"Is that made by Rigg?" Plov hesitated.

"Master won't let Hina in."

In other words, it was made by Chief Sturluson, and Plov asked worriedly, "Is he all right?"

Victor handed his son to his father, "I'll go and see."

Drilling out of the corridor, the master came to the door of the laboratory.

"Rig?" He tried to knock on the door, but before his fingers touched the door panel, the door was opened from the inside.

Heimdall appeared in front of him, with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, looking very embarrassed.

"Are you okay?" Victor looked past him, his eyes widened in surprise, the room was in a mess, all the shelves were tilted here and there, all kinds of utensils were scattered all over the place, and pieces of paper were flying all over the sky.

"It's okay." Heimdall wiped his face wearily, and handed a copper box to her husband.

"Already finished?" After repeatedly confirming that he was safe, Victor took it cautiously, lifted the lid, and the fire elf wand lay quietly in the box.

Victor felt that the wand was slightly different from what he had seen before, but he couldn't think of the difference for a while.

Heimdall pulled Victor into the house, and pushed the door behind him.

"Try it," he said to Victor.

Victor held Heimdall's waist, "You don't look very well."

Heimdall waved his hand indifferently, and said persistently, "Try, now."

Victor reluctantly swallowed the words of persuasion to go to rest immediately, retracted his arm, and picked up his wand... Nothing happened after 1 minute passed.

Heimdall pointed to the hair, "It's tidy."

Victor didn't dare to make fun of his head, and he waved lightly at the overturned cabinet next to his right foot, and the cabinet stood up in a particularly gravity-defying way, just like a slow motion reverse, and the items on the shelf neatly They went back one by one.

Heimdall nodded authoritatively, "Do you feel any discomfort?"

"...It seems that you are not very obedient."

"Then it's not my problem, you guys have to get used to it." The relaxed Director Strulusson yawned big. "Honey, don't let me sleep on the floor." After saying that, she closed her eyes and fell asleep directly.

Victor hugged him quickly, kissed behind his ear, and said softly, "Thank you dear, good night."

Fives,

After finishing his meal, Victor wondered whether to wake Heimdall up and let him eat something before going to sleep.He called Hina and asked her to make some soft soup and rice. The director had a soft spot for rice.The confusion of Hina going somewhere with the stew pot disappears.

"I'm going to see Rigg." Victor said to the adults.

The adults waved their hands and continued drinking, smoking and chatting.

Victor walked into the living room, turned around suddenly when he was going to the stairs, and went back to the fireplace in the living room, only to see that the head of the room who should be sleeping in the bedroom was lying on the sofa with half a piece of meat in his mouth...

He was not mistaken, he was indeed holding half a piece of meat, but the head of the room had his eyes closed, and made a melodious grunt from time to time.The master is not calm anymore.

"Mionir?" He looked at his son who was hiding behind the sofa, just now he jumped to the sofa under his nose, don't think he didn't see it.

Mionier stretched out his upper body slowly.

"You put the meat in little daddy's mouth?"

Mionier nodded.

A smile welled up on his lips, and Victor quickly suppressed it.

"Come here." He ordered his son.

Mionier came out, holding a small bowl in his hand, which he usually used to hold the silt, and now it contained a few pieces of stewed meat, which was the main course of tonight.

"Do you want to feed the baby daddy?" Victor said kindly.

Mionier held the small bowl and said, "Rig said he was hungry."

Victor seemed to understand something, "Did the little dad come down by himself?"

Mionier nodded.

"The little daddy fell asleep on the sofa after he got down, and said he was hungry before falling asleep?"

Mionier nodded again.

Victor patted his son's head and glanced at the bowls, wondering whether he had washed them or not—after all, he couldn't bear to blame him, and when he straightened up, his expression was a bit ridiculous, and he shouted, "Kreacher!"

The old guy Kerry came out reluctantly, hesitatingly refused to call Master Victor directly, but the master magnanimously refused to pursue it.

"Where's the stew pot?" Victor cut to the point.

Kreacher murmured and pointed, and the pot appeared in front of the fireplace.