HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 846

one,

Three days later, Durmstrang Junior College.

Heimdall put down the notepad in his hand, looked around, and could see the expressions of every member of the student union.He had just publicly announced his choice for the next president of the student body, Enrique Lacarini.

The expression of the observant student among the members clearly stated "as expected", and Heimdall's usual behavior showed his decision in advance.Enrique, as the publicity officer of the student union, was always assigned by the chairman to work beyond the scope of his duties, which alone was unusual.

Enrique's astonishment was beyond words. He was not pretending to be a gesture. The authorities did not have a clear view of the bystanders. He always thought that Brother Strulusson was just looking for a follower.

Of course, not all students are calm, and there are many children whose vision exceeds expectations.

Heimdall knew it well, and continued to say calmly: "The reason for my election has been communicated to the principal. Before the start of the next school year, the students will know who will be the next student council president. Dissatisfied with this decision or have a sense of their own Students with higher expectations, you can submit an application to the principal to compete for the chairman of the student union before the end of September, but at the same time, no matter what the election result is, please continue to do your job well during the election period, and don’t put the cart before the horse.”

Under the gaze of the current student union chairman, several eager students lowered their heads one after another, or turned their eyes away unnaturally.

Heimdall still chose to turn a blind eye, "Enrique, you are still a propaganda officer, after September you can do whatever you want, absolutely not now!"

How dare I cock my tail in front of you, you will pull my tail straight away!Enrique didn't dare to reply after all, he patted his head with a dry smile, vividly interpreting the image of a bewildered young man hit by the sudden good news.

That's it!Heimdall thought that to be the president of the student union in Durmstrang, he must have a bit of acting talent, unless he is as unrestrained as Bonasera... Heimdall recalled it, no wonder he had a weird feeling for Maroni Familiarity, that guy is another Edda Bonasera.

Enrique, who thought he had escaped a catastrophe, was baptized by a new round of Mr. Chairman's eyes. With that uneasiness and worry, he quickly examined himself.Wasn't he acting calm enough?Not sincere enough?Not groveling enough?Enrique's little heart was beating helplessly.

and many more!

It suddenly occurred to Enrique that two days ago Heimdall and Carlo decided to use the application to whet Maroni's appetite. Didn't they refer to themselves as the next student union team that will pick up the mess? !Enrique bent forward frustrated.

Everyone in the student union is in pain and happiness.

Next, everyone turned their attention to the directors of the research departments who were invited to watch the meeting.Carlo, the main person in charge of this link, came out to take over from Heimdall to preside over the meeting.

Caro said: "The next week is the end-of-year review week of the laboratory. All the directors are requested to submit a summary of the activities of this school year by this Saturday at the latest. The summary needs to include the following points: [-]. and the funds applied for, as well as the remaining funds; [-]. The competitions and competition results participated by the school on behalf of the school this school year; [-]. The works that I think are not bad this school year; The number of activities and the final results. In addition, there is a list of candidates for the next head of the office in your mind."

The above content is almost the same from year to year, and the confident office heads were stunned when they heard the last one.

The director of the experimental research department sitting in the crowd raised his hand and said, "Isn't the next director appointed?"

The room heads couldn't help being in a trance, when did this guy get mixed up in the team of room heads?By the way, they almost forgot that the chairman of the student union is also the head of the laboratory.Chairman Strulusson has been busy working for the student union this school year, and he is a little bit unemployed in the position of the director of the experimental laboratory. In fact, he has already let go. daily operations.

Little Pepper, who is suspected to be Chug's girlfriend, is not only practicing Quidditch, but also enthusiastically participating in various activities in the laboratory. The two are not only full of energy and get along well with each other, but also full of confidence in their future achievements.

Only when encountering major issues related to the survival of the experimental research laboratory, Heimdall will re-show the hat of the head of the laboratory.Mr. Stulusson, who will receive his graduation certificate in a few months, can't help lamenting that his time is coming to an end.

Closer to home.

"The next head of the department is indeed an appointment," Caro said. "But it does not prevent you from submitting the default list."

"Since the tradition of internal decision is maintained, why bother?"

"In order to facilitate management, report to the principal in advance."

"Down--"

Carlos interrupted him with a half-smile, "Mr. Strulusson, what are you doing? Do you have any objections to the work of the student union? Don't forget that this is the result of our discussion." We bit the word hard of.

You were comrades-in-arms just now, but in a blink of an eye you ran to the opposite side to sow discord, do you know that your husband and children are so smart?

"I look at the problem from the perspective of the head of the office, in order to bring forth the new and strive for perfection, so as to improve the work efficiency of the student union." Head of the office, Stulusong, said that he was confident.

The heads of the rooms felt extremely at ease, what could make people applaud more than the aggressive student union fighting in the nest?

"Do you have any questions?" Carlo decided to cut the mess quickly.

Heimdall took out his pocket watch and looked at it, then replied, "No more." He sat back obediently.

The room chiefs were dumbfounded, is this the end?What about your aggressiveness?What about your innovation and excellence?Haven't asked the key point yet?The real reason has not yet emerged!All the heads of the room despised someone who gave up halfway.

Carlo secretly laughed, and Heimdall would go to the school library next—the application for access to the encrypted library was told this morning that it had been approved, and it was estimated that the discovery time was waiting for no one, so he began to pretend to be deaf and dumb in order to speed up the meeting process.

The meeting lasted until [-]:[-] in the afternoon. As soon as Carlo announced the end of the meeting, the first person to run out of the meeting room was the president of the student union.

Everyone looked in amazement, Mr. Chairman, who had oiled the soles of his feet, looked like a vicious dog chasing after him.

two,

At Lange's invitation, Victor followed him into the potion manipulation room where the students practiced.

"I have applied to the school for a special right to use this room. Unless I agree, house elves are not allowed to enter or leave this room without authorization." Lange neatly stacked several glass bottles soaked with animal organs on the shelf.

"You asked me to help you clean up the house?" Victor asked.

This job is not difficult for the master. He once guarded Heimdall's closet. At that stage, there was no dilemma of not finding clothes, but Mr. Chairman, a houseworker, often packed the closet more crowded.

"My sorting magic is not bad." Lange tactfully denied Victor's guess.

The two sat on two armchairs by the window, and Lange handed out a long wooden cylinder.

"What is this?" Victor took over.

"My father's work record as a pharmacist during his lifetime."

Victor asked in confusion, "For me?"

“It took me three days to sort through this record and pick out the parts that you might be interested in,” Langer said. "I kept the rest. This record was originally one of my father's inheritances to my ex-wife. I didn't want to hand over my father's handwriting to her. I replaced this part with a decent amount of gold galleons. , my ex-wife did not protest the discrepancy until she was killed."

"Why did your father leave the record to your ex-wife?" Victor first thought of this question, shouldn't it be left to his son?

Lange was silent. Victor thought that he had accidentally poked at the other party's mind, and was about to make up another topic. Lange said, "My father hoped that my son would inherit his father's career. Later, the work of the Ministry of Magic has become increasingly Nervous, the profession of pharmacists is slowly disappearing from my field of vision. At the same time, my ex-wife has always been in awe of the profession of pharmacists..." At this point, a wry smile emerged from the corner of Lange's mouth, "To be honest I am not a competent son, my ex-wife has many problems, but as a daughter-in-law, it is almost perfect. My parents like her very much, and my father believes in the admiration she shows from time to time, and often takes her in and out of Estonia. Teachers' Association. I think that's why my father left her the work records."

"Obviously your father was wrong." Victor said softly.

"That's one of the reasons I decided to put up with her and give her the money, just to thank her for going to the trouble of my parents," Lange said.

Lange looked at the unremarkable long cylinder, "Take it back."

"Just give me a copy, and you keep this for yourself." Victor realized how precious the item in his hand was.

"You think I'm going to give it to you? Give it back to me later." Lange shook his head.

Victor shook the thing in his hand, it was very light, and he was not in a hurry to open it.

"Isn't Jeanne going to move back?" Victor asked.

It is no secret that Lange's ex-wife died in a foreign country. Jeanna chose to return home early in order to avoid the entangled ex-minister's wife.

"She wants to stay in a familiar place, and Jeanne's mother also thinks so, and advises her to stay in France, preferably in France." Lange was as troubled and impetuous as an ordinary expectant father at this time.

"Jeanne's physique looks good, don't worry." Victor comforted Lange, this is just the beginning, and now he is at a loss, how will he spend the remaining half a year?

"Oh, by the way, Lenato showed it off to me this morning." Lange smiled. (PS: Lenato is the name of La Carlini Jr.)

"Which day doesn't he show off? Did Professor Harlan kiss him on the cheek this time? Or did they share an ice cream? Or did they spend a sweet and romantic dinner?" The two professors at the mouth were so irritated that they shouted all day long, for fear that others would not know that he was not alone.

"He decided to get married," Lange said.

Victor was taken aback, "Is the bride Marlena Harlan?"

"Otherwise who else?"

"Professor Harlan was finally conquered by him?"

Lange couldn't help laughing at this point, which shows that Professor Lacarini's stalking skills are extraordinary.

"I haven't met him today," Victor asked. "When is the wedding?"

"June or July."

"So fast?"

Professor Racalini wanted to confirm the identity of the empress as soon as possible, otherwise she would feel insecure.

"Congratulations to him." Victor smiled.

"I won't talk about the details, but you must listen to the detailed version when you meet him," Lange said.

Victor looked down and saw the cylinder he was holding in his hand, "What is written in it that interests me?"

Lange was not disturbed by his whim question, and said calmly: "Actually, I don't really understand the above content, you will know after reading it. I hope you can understand."

three,

Victor did not see Heimdall when he returned to Durmstrang, and the room was empty. After waiting for about 10 minutes, Mionir returned under the escort of Laura Manco, a professor of history of magic—— Just finished participating in an interest group activity.Seeing that Daddy immediately forgot about Professor Manco beside him, Mionier clacked and hugged Victor's leg.

Victor smiled apologetically at Professor Manco.

"Aren't you saying goodbye to the professor?" Victor pushed Mionier in front of Professor Manco.

"Goodbye, professor, I had a good time today, thank you." Mionier said pretentiously.

The father and son sent away the professor of the history of magic who was making a fool of himself.

"Who taught you what you said just now?" Victor was sure that Heimdall was not so reckless in educating children.

"Grandpa." The child asked anxiously, "Did Mionier say something wrong?"

Rommel is thousands of miles away, how can he control his grandson to behave?

Victor asked, "Does your little daddy know?"

Mionier had a question mark on his face.

Victor said again, "Every time your little dad writes to your grandpa, does he bring news for you by the way?"

Mionnell understood now, "Mionnell writes to Grandpa, and Rieger sends letters."

The translation is that Xiao Papa will send Mionier's letter together with his letter every time.

Mionnell went on to break the news, "Watch the fireplace on weekends."

Translated again, they will "meet" through the fireplace every weekend.

Victor was ashamed that he didn't even notice what happened around him.

"Big Daddy will watch the fireplace with you in the future." Victor vowed to participate in all interactions between his lover and children, and he cannot be absent from the happy life of a family of three.

"Will grandpa be unhappy?" Mionier was always worried.

"Why do you say that?"

"Grandpa always asked Mionier if he came with the big daddy. Mionier said that the little daddy was with him, and grandpa told Mionier that he finally had a chance to be out of sight and out of mind."

In fact, this child's comprehension ability is very strong, and occasionally his words are outrageously correct.

Victor was speechless, "Your grandpa doesn't want to see me?"

Knowing that asking children this kind of question is not good, the master couldn't hold back after all. Anyway, Rommel didn't hide his dislike for him, no matter who he was, like an old child.

"Grandpa always asks what Daddy is doing recently."

Look, let's just say that the kid's logic is against the sky.

The master patted his son's little shoulder and asked him if he had a snack.

Mionnier likes the snack time after meals the most. He quickly put down his schoolbag, happily climbed into the children's chair specially prepared for him, straightened his waist involuntarily under the gaze of the big daddy, and waited for the snack to be served.

When Heimdall came back, Mionnier swallowed the last mouthful of snacks, happily holding the bottle and sipping.

Heimdall kissed the top of his son's head, and the child's face was covered with milk marks.

"Back?" Victor, who was sitting at the desk and flipping through the parchment, raised his head.

Heimdall walked over to exchange kisses with him, and casually said, "What are you looking at?" He turned to the fireplace, and distributed the snacks and items prepared these days, such as Pepper Naughty Boy, to the animal friends—similar to what a father buys for his children. Toy snacks.

"Hey, how come Sixiang is willing to come in?" Heimdall saw Sixiang tearing a ball of green flower cloth in front of the fireplace.

The flower cloth with the peculiar fragrance of flowers and trees has become like a cat teaser in Sixiang.

Sixiang doesn't like to stay in a place where humans live. Under the coordination of Heimdall, he got the permission of the horse people in the back mountain, and now gets along happily with the horse people.

"That's Hina's favorite tea towel, right?" Heimdall quickly recognized the source of the cloth.

"Xina has already cried, don't mention her sadness again." It's a pity that Victor's reminder was a step late.

There was a vague and sharp cry, accompanied by the friction sound of prying tables and chairs, the screen in front of the double bed babbled and opened and closed, and the couple quickly exchanged glances.

"Xina, this is the gin lollipop I brought for Dodoma, please pass it to him for me." Heimdall put a pack of lollipops on the dining table.

Certain items and shops in the wizarding world are off limits to house elves, and gin and lollipops are among the items that house elves are prohibited from buying.It is said to work more amazingly than butterbeer, and the elf would be so drunk after eating three.Heimdall didn't do the experiment, so I don't know the truth, but Dodoma is a self-disciplined elf, and he will definitely not interfere with his work to satisfy his appetite.

Sheena's cries stopped abruptly, and the lollipops disappeared from the table, and the best way to distract the house-elf was to assign work.

The pods tore the packaging of the little pepper urchin; the king wore the Hulk version of the magic false eye specially customized for him by Heimdall, and looked around the room freshly; Xiaoba got a magically processed recording pen; toffee Xiaobao and Xiaobao each got a skateboard, they both have the desire to ski from high to low, Xiaobao can't wait to step on the skateboard and slide around...

Sixiang dropped the calico, and looked at Heimdall with wide, watery eyes.Sixiang's eyelashes are thick and long, very innocent and cute.

Heimdall stared at it for about a minute, but was still defeated by those big clear eyes.He took out the mini Rubik's Cube he bought for himself from his pocket, found a rope to string up the Rubik's Cube, and put it around Sixiang's neck.Then, regardless of whether Sixiang was satisfied or not, he went straight to the master, leaving his back to Sixiang.

Others have left him behind, showing off the new necklace to Mionnier.

Mionier held the bottle, looked around patiently and posed, and then hiccupped.

Victor put his arms around Heimdall's waist and pulled him towards him.

Heimdall leaned on the armrest of the chair that didn't look very strong. He was not a petite and soft girl, and he didn't dare to sit on it, for fear that it would collapse and throw the two of them off.

"Didn't you just ask me what I was looking at?" Victor said.

Heimdall, who was concentrating on watching the toffee tremblingly pressing on the skateboard, turned his head and asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

"Look at this." Victor held up the parchment.

Heimdall saw this text, written in Russian: ... I plan to look through the information and prepare him a soothing potion with significant curative effect. His condition is very bad... I suspect that he has a serious, um, disease, It turned out that I had nothing to do to pass the time. I read various cases listed in Muggle medical books, and one of them was similar to his condition. They called this disease mental breakdown... Should I hint at him...

Heimdall came to his senses, took the parchment and asked at the same time, "Who wrote this?"

"The work records of Andrew's father during his lifetime."

"Andrew's father?" Heimdall was puzzled.

Victor hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Recently, in order to reduce the interference from the outside world, have you consciously avoided reading and listening to certain sections of the newspaper?"

Some high-tech wizarding newspapers have limited listening capabilities in addition to reading them.

"What's wrong? What's the big deal?" Heimdall thought that his intentional blockade was holding everyone back.

"Andrew's ex-wife died."

"What?!" Heimdall bounced violently, and the chair under him creaked.

The couple didn't take it to heart.

"How did you die?" Heimdall asked.

"The murder of money or emotional entanglements are still under investigation."

"Where's Andrew?"

"He has a good alibi."

Heimdall exhaled, and the first reaction of the couple when they heard the news was so similar.

"It's so good..." Heimdall was at a loss.

"The place of death was in Italy."

"What was she going to Italy for?"

"Andrew guessed it was for spending money and a vacation."

The ex-husbands of the unsuspecting subjects are usually not far from the truth.

"Her husband is very generous." Heimdall cocked his lips.

"Ex-husband."

"what?"

"Before he died, he was single again."

"Could it be that the ex-husband was dissatisfied with the division of property, so he followed him to Italy angrily, and then took the opportunity—" Heimdall said with a knife in his hand.

Judge Sturluson tried to let go of his brain and open up his mind...

"I heard that the former minister didn't give a single Nat." Victor revealed.

In other words, Lange's ex-wife is likely to leave the house-as far as Lange guesses, she will not let it go, or she will not be staring at the estate of her ex-husband's father.As we all know, old Mr. Lange is not rich.

"Go to Italy to squander if you have no money?" Heimdall probably couldn't understand that lady's way of life for the rest of his life.

"Andrew gave her the money," Victor said.

Heimdall was very surprised, his waist and calf were respectively exerting force, "Why?"

Another crunch.

"Let's spend money and eliminate disasters." The complexity is unclear, and Victor tried to get straight to the point.

Heimdall frowned.

"The parchment in my hand was originally one of the relics left by Andrew's father to Andrew's ex-wife. Andrew replaced his father's handwriting before fulfilling the gift agreement. Andrew's ex-wife didn't seem to notice, or pretended not to notice." Wick Say more.

Heimdall stared at the parchment.

Victor added, "The content mentioned in this record is inextricably linked to me. Andrew mentioned it to me today and handed it to me. I sincerely hope that the death of his ex-wife has nothing to do with this, so that The coincidence really makes people sleepless."

Heimdall could not help but lean forward.

Clap!

"what sound?"

Before the husband and wife had time to look at each other, their bodies were empty, and their bodies suddenly fell down.

Screams sounded.

The chair fell apart.

The two fell.

Xiaomi's bottle slipped.