HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 869

one,

Rommel heard laughter when he walked into the dining room, and he stopped until Snow, who was holding a newspaper and laughing, appeared in front of him, and Mr. Chairman stopped thinking about it.Snow was nearly half the age of Rommel, but Rommel found that his brother seemed to have no sense of humor when he was young, and occasionally he was too rigid to look like a Sturluson... You must know that their family has a brother in northern Europe. Ancestor of the burlesque artist who is often featured in wizard jokes.

What poets, writers, playwrights, and singers have also come out of a basket of relatives and hometowns. In other words, it is similar to the family of arts mentioned by others.The ancestors may have made omissions when they were at the end of heaven. The above-mentioned things were not found in Snow. Old Sturlusson once worried that this old man would be difficult to discipline, and his worries had no chance at all. Nuo showed that he was much less troublesome than his brother Rommel when he was a child, and he was a good son who made old Strulusson complacent.

The two sons of the old Struluson are like two extremes, one is domineering - when he was young, he did not hit the south wall and did not look back; the other is open-minded - to put it bluntly, he is boring.

"Your brother has no other interests except Quidditch. I don't see him laughing once in ten days and a half months. What if I forgot to laugh after a long time?" Old Sturluson always nagged Rommel about unreliable things when he was alive. spectrum of worries.

Really wanting the old man to see Snow now, Rommel sat down amidst Snow's continuous laughter.

"What's so funny?" Rommel took a sip from his water glass.

A plate of salad appeared on the table, and Rommel waved his hand, and there were some pink and tender fish on the vegetables.

Snow turned the newspaper to Rommel, and Rommel turned his eyes away when he saw the shocking face.

He said disapprovingly, "It's that sensational local tyrant Jin again?"

Snow's smile faded a little, and he turned back to the newspaper calmly, "This Quidditch desert in Iceland finally has its own topic."

"Through a Russian wizard? Is he Russian?" Rommel snorted. "Frequent vulgar hype, the behavior of local tycoon Kenny will only make other countries look down on Iceland. I really don't know why these media surround a person who only knows how to prove his worth by hanging his wallet. You, the director of the Department of Magical Sports Something should be done."

Rommel believed that this tacky wizard had the opportunity to make a presence in front of his eyes all day long, thanks to the connivance of the Icelandic Ministry of Magic.

Snow was silent for a moment, "You seem to dislike him very much."

"Him? Hmm." Rommel felt annoyed without thinking.

A rare scene of tacit understanding, Mr. 2000 Million in the newspaper never concealed the irritability and impatience aroused by Kenny in front of the media. The overwhelming resistance was exactly the same as the expression that flashed on Rommel's face just now , the father-in-law and son-in-law are holding hands...

Rommel, you will regret it!

The newspaper cleverly blocked Snow's facial expression, forgiving him for his hard work, and Cheese and Dodoma in the dark witnessed Master Snow's frenzied expression at the same time.Dodoma looked at Cheese wonderingly, who turned his head very quickly and rushed out to serve tea and water for his master.

Why did the Sturluson brothers gather together today?

Good day for their Rig - Durmstrang presents Heimdall with this year's Distinguished Alumni Medal.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Snow finally became a bit of a master, although it was not the first time Rommel stayed with him.

"No, the bed in your guest room is just as bad."

This was one of the main reasons why Rommel was reluctant to live here with Snow. Snow's home was not so much a private residence as a hotel room—what it was when he moved in, and it still is.Rommel didn't like the layout of the room in Knockturn Alley before, but fortunately, Rieger and Neil made the house more lively.

"I kindly took you in." Snow was used to his elder brother's pickiness.

"So I can't even complain?" Rommel said calmly.

Snow shook his head, put down the newspaper, and picked up the fork.

At the same time, the knight building of a family of three.

The smile on Heimdall's face didn't stop after he entered the washroom. Victor knew he was in a good mood—receiving the Distinguished Alumni Medal is indeed something to be happy about, but always smiling like this makes the master's goosebumps stick out risk.

"Honey, are you going to squander today's happiness before going to school?" The master couldn't help asking.

Heimdall, who was watching Mionir's smugness in the mirror, turned around, "I've been laughing?"

"You take a picture yourself."

Heimdall saw himself smiling like a spring flower.

"I'm so happy," Heimdall explained.

"I see."

No, sir doesn't understand, and won't understand.

Why Judge Sturluson is in a good mood is inseparable from the medal, but not all.

After waking up, Heimdall flipped through the newspaper on the toilet and learned that he had won the "Refreshing Award" in the quiz session of the latest issue of "VK", a marginalized fan publication. The prize was a limited number of grams made and provided by enthusiastic fans Loom minifigure - wearing only race leggings. PS: Detachable.

The topic of the quiz with prizes in the last issue was: What attracts you most about VK?

In fact, this is a multiple-choice question. The author of the question gave options such as "deep gaze", "charming profile", and "exquisite professional skills", but Heimdall didn't tick them. In the others, it is written: the tool is great, and you can't stop it. Then, his answer was caught by the founder of the publication in the vast sea of ​​replies.

The little master in leggings got it.

Inquisitor Struluson, where's your morals?

The judge said with certainty that he eloped with Jin Jialong in the gradual perfection.

two,

The Outstanding Alumni Medal of Durmstrang College is awarded once a year. The awarding time is at least half a year after graduation, usually before Christmas, which is considered an important ceremony in Durmstrang.

Comparing the list of winners and the dates of the awards over the years, it can be seen that being notified to accept the award right after graduation is definitely a minority, but it is not the only one.Lombardy Lacarlini, who was invited to watch the award ceremony, is an insurmountable banner. The contribution of Lacarlini, including his family, to the German school is enough to make Durmstrang still support him a hundred years later. Thanks to Dade, giving charcoal in the snow is very valuable.

However, Heimdall, the boy with the second highest award record, was so valued, and the school invited all the former awardees who are still alive and willing to attend. So sour.

It's even more sour when you think about it deeply. His son didn't win this award. Duncan Orville, a graduate of the same class who was famous for selling his color, took the lead, and Rommel's heir who came out of nowhere actually won the award. And almost broke his record? !Thinking of this, the old Lacarlini, who felt that he was being compared, squinted at his disappointing son, and found that the latter was happily chatting with Victor Krum and others. The old Lacarlini gritted his teeth in depression.

At this time, Lenato, who is not enterprising, is cooperating with Duncan, the former outstanding alumni winner, to laugh at Victor, who has been cursed by 2000 million.

"2000 million, what do you think?" Lenato's mouth hadn't closed since the moment he saw Victor.

"I can give you 2000 million, let you taste it." Victor said angrily.

"Really?" Lenato held his chest exaggeratedly.

"I just lent it to you to feel it, and I have to pay it back." Victor gave him a blank look. "It's not like I haven't seen Garen before!"

Lenato shrugged, "But no one ever gave me 2000 million for no reason."

"It's for no reason, it's Victor's selling money." Duncan said unwillingly.

"You seem to be envious." Victor sent a suspicious look.

"Charity is a bottomless pit, and there is always a shortage of money." Duncan is very frank.

"Isn't your popularity enough?"

"How can I compare with you."

"I can try to introduce you to Kenny, the local tyrant. In fact, your Quidditch skills are quite good, and it's only a matter of time before you pick them up again." Victor joked.

"Forget it." Duncan looked grateful and insensitive. "My fans won't be able to sell stamps, postcards and wizard robes in my image if they see me disheveled and sweaty riding on a broomstick."

Victor and Lenato laughed. To put it bluntly, Mr. Magic is a dazzling vase. Fans are also attracted to it. The daily task of the vase is to dress brightly and be reported by the media. Where to do good deeds...

"However, if possible, I still hope that you will introduce me to Chairman Kenny." Duncan's words came out of their expectation.

Lenato is okay, Victor's expression of "you're looking for death" is not too vivid.

Now Duncan laughed out loud. There are still people in the world who can force Victor to the point where he wants to cover his ears just by hearing the name.

"You really want to know Kenny?" Victor asked with a frown.

"I think knowing Kenny is the second priority. Let Kenny's vault door be opened for him is the key." Lenato hit the nail on the head.

Duncan didn't deny it, "Isn't he very rich? I think since he's willing to spend 2000 million Galleons to buy a living person, he doesn't care about giving a little bit to save the Squib children who are out of school?"

"That's hard to say," Lenato said. "Not all rich people want to gain fame through charity. Some people are very disgusted with forced charity."

"I don't force him, I expect to persuade him." Duncan was humble.

Victor was hesitant, and took the initiative to contact the local tycoon Kenny, making the master feel as if he was suffocating...

"What are you talking about?" Today's protagonist walked around the venue and came back.

"We're talking about local tyrant Kenny." Lenato said bluntly.

"Oh?" Heimdall asked curiously. "What does he have for gentlemen to talk about?"

"A lot," said Duncan.

Heimdall curled his lips, "Apart from money?"

The three men looked at each other, then laughed.

"It was like we were talking about his money," Lenato said.

"You guys are short of money? No way?" Heimdall asked in surprise.

"I need money." Duncan said frankly, then smiled. "need a lot of money."

Heimdall raised his eyebrows in surprise, then nodded when he thought of something.

Igor Karkaroff's voice sounded in the venue, they interrupted their conversation and leaned towards the other side.

three,

[Time flies so fast, I graduated in a blink of an eye. 】Pei Dinan shook his head and sighed.

"I am very grateful for your support and help." Heimdall bowed deeply to his portrait.

[You child...] Pei Dinan waved his hand, looking very sad.

It was rare to find peace and serenity in the principal's gallery, and the principals unanimously suppressed their talkative nature and showed reluctance.The only headmistress waved a handkerchief exaggeratedly, wiping the corners of her eyes.

Heimdall walked through each of the portraits one by one. Some of the portraits were in a higher position or he was not familiar with them. He still insisted on saying goodbye to each of the principals. This action aroused even more melancholy among the principals. The graduation season is too annoying. !

Heimdall walked up to Principal Beto, and was about to say something emotionally, but Beto told him in a business-like tone, why don't you be a good person after you go out, win glory for the school, don't discredit the school, and take advantage of it. Young people seized the time to get ahead... Heimdall didn't leave school after graduating, but was released from somewhere after serving his sentence.

Beto's colleagues all looked sideways. The old man was so heartbroken behind their backs a few days ago, did he take the wrong medicine today or was his memory written off?

Heimdall's full of sadness was wiped out under the bombardment of Beto's gift.

With Beto's arrogant nature, Heimdall knew that if he didn't take the initiative to open his mind, the headmaster would be duplicity forever.

"Professor, you just wish I could get out of Durmstrang as soon as possible? You don't feel reluctant at all?"

In the past, Heimdall felt that such words were particularly sour and grotesque, and he would sweat all over his body just listening to them, let alone speaking directly with his mouth. It can be seen how much his skin thickness has increased during Tuhaojin's cultivation. amazing.Inquisitor Sturluson feels that he is fearless in the face of storms at any time!

Principal Beto was blushed by Heimdall's shamelessness.

【You child... what are you talking about!What can't bear it! 】

"I miss you very much. After I leave Durmstrang, I will never see you again. I can no longer see you anytime and anywhere like when I was at school."

【... Are you really reluctant to part with me? 】Beto's tone has a trace of unpredictable mood swings.

Heimdall nodded, "I can't bear it, not only you, Professor Ferdinand, Professor Acre, but also everyone."

A wave of emotion and relief quickly echoed in the principal's gallery.

Good boy, really good boy... The principals are all sniffing, their faces full of jealousy.

Beto, who should be immersed in sentimentality, suddenly raised his voice: [Where is Karkaroff?Come here quickly! 】Honorary Chairman Katenen looked at the person beside him.

Karkaroff, who was immersed in his sorrow together, jumped three feet high after waking up, "Come here!"

【hurry up! 】

Karkaroff rushed to the place in a jolt.

[Take things out. ] Beto ordered.

Only then did Karkaroff suddenly realize that he took out an exquisite box from his pocket and handed it to Heimdall.

"This is?" Heimdall took it hesitantly.

【This is for you, take it. 】

"You gave it to me?"

Beto nodded, 【Congratulations on your successful graduation. 】

"Thank you." Heimdall didn't expect Beto to give him a gift.

【open to take a look. ] Beto urged.

Heimdall didn't hear Beto's impatient complacency, and opened the box under the urging of the former headmaster.

brooch?

Heimdall held up the box and looked around. It was a brooch, but it was yellow and blank. What does that mean?The holder is silver, with engravings all over it, and looks as good as the box, it's the one in the middle...

[Are you excited?I will visit you often in the future! ] Beto praised his idea.

Heimdall recalled that this is a picture brooch, which has the same meaning as the portrait brooch he had worn before. It can be used by the characters in the portrait to rely on back and forth, and its function is consistent with that of the portrait.Although the picture is much smaller, it is more convenient to carry.

Heimdall stared at the brooch for a while and was speechless. Is Beto going to settle down with him?

Beto was still laughing triumphantly, when the other principals came to their senses, the principal's gallery was as noisy as the early morning vegetable market.

【Beto, you actually...】

【Beto, you cunning fox! 】

[Beto, get out, we won't play with you anymore! 】

【Jealousy, you are all jealous, look at all of your vitriolic faces! ] Beto felt that the scolding from his peers was lighter than tickling, and it made him feel comfortable.

"Professor Karkaroff?" Heimdall was still a little uncertain.

Karkaroff smiled slightly: "Don't worry, this is Principal Prodi's decision. No one forced him. This brooch has also been approved by the principal's descendants, and a corresponding spell has been cast on it, so just accept it."

[Karkaroff, you traitor! 】

Betto's betrayal by Karkaroff, who provided one-stop service for Beto's brooch, became the target of all the principals' bombardment, and Karkaroff ran away with his head in his arms.

Katenen came over and looked into the box, and said with a smile, "I was also kept in the dark."

Heimdall came to the end of the gallery after the principals chattered. First, he bowed respectfully to Vasilyevich, and then turned to Yolf on the other side. The person in the painting looked back calmly.

"Well," after several years, Heimdall still couldn't get rid of the unspeakable embarrassment when facing Jolf. "I would like to apply for a portrait of you to the Knights House from the old house of Stulusson. Do you think it is okay?"

Before Yulf could answer, Vasilyevich's voice sounded behind him, 【What about me? ] Heimdall quickly turned around and said, "You are welcome to visit the Knights House anytime."

Vasilyevich hummed, and Heimdall didn't know what he meant, so he was a little nervous.

[There is a portrait of two people. ] Yolf said.

"The one in the studio in the old house?"

[Sorrong painted that one. 】

"I see." Heimdall nodded flattered.

Immediately he raised his head at a 45-degree angle and looked melancholy: How would he talk to Elder Bjorn?It's a family heirloom...

four,

What Heimdall didn't expect was that his buddies would come to celebrate him at the same time. Carlo and the others were not invited, so they had to pass the news to the school in the ancient town of Kapok.Heimdall discussed with his family and friends to postpone the original celebration plan, joined the celebration project prepared by his buddies without hesitation, and generously chose a more expensive restaurant as the host.

Meimei ate a meal and promised each other again and again that the friendship between each other would never be consumed by the distance. The distance in the wizarding world is not a problem at all. Under the witness of Durmstrang Castle on the top of the snow mountain, everyone became taciturn , Carlo was the first to turn and leave, followed by Leon, and then Ryan.The four parted ways in front of the post office on Midsummer Avenue.

In the heavy snow, Heimdall tightened his cloak and stared blankly at the calm street. There was a strange sound, and under Hina's reminder, he saw the glass wall of the bookstore across the street. Behind the glass wall, his husband and son were smiling. Beckon to yourself.Heimdall raised the corners of his mouth and strode forward.

Two days later, Heimdall picked out a few photos from the stack of event photos and stuffed them into an envelope, happily wrote Draco's name on the envelope, and handed over the letter to the owl rental shop. messenger.He touched the messenger's feathers, fed it another biscuit, and opened the window to watch it flap its wings and go straight into the sky.

In another room at this time, Mionier, who was actively preparing for the weekend trip to the old house, accidentally pushed open the secret door in the closet. There were so many jewelry in the secret door that the milkman could not keep his eyes open. .Milkman picked up a gold chain with a ruby ​​hanging below it and gestured at himself. The noisy full-length mirror was strangely silent——Nairman didn't notice.

Mionier quickly determined that these shiny things belonged to the fathers, and the milk baby, who didn't understand the value of these things for the time being, quickly lost interest in the cold and hard yellows.He put the gold chain back, closed the secret door, turned around and fiddled with his own clothes, the full-length mirror was like a sticking plaster that was covering his mouth, and yelled loudly, which startled the baby boy.

Hina in the dark began to struggle from the moment Mionier discovered the secret. The master said to keep it a secret, but the master only said that he could not tell Master Victor. The little master found out that the master did not tell Hina what to do.After Mionir put the things back and showed no concern, Hina breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time realized that she seemed to have messed up the master's order.

"Don't talk too much in front of the master." Hina was a rare bully, and Mionir's elf was almost stared at by his uncle's girlfriend.

As long as Master Victor didn't find out, it didn't matter, Hina comforted herself.

Is this really the case?

Heaven knows, Earth knows Paulownia.

Fives,

The Bulgarian national team played against their opponent Lebanon in the final stage. The local tycoon Kenny, who always magnified his words and never realized them, finally appeared in the stands.Originally thinking that it would be another smoke bomb to divert everyone's attention, the reporters quickly gave up on the target they were interviewing or planning to interview, picked up their cameras, and ran towards the rumored location of the local tyrant Jin with their notebooks.

Chairman Kenny of the Cunning Rabbit and Three Caves did not panic. His coaching team divided into three groups and led the reporters to play eagle and chicken. Some commotion succeeded in luring the following reporters, and Chairman Kenny took advantage of the situation to leave the group and went straight to his private room.

When he was about to leave the auditorium in Bulgaria, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. At first, Kenny thought it was a passerby and didn't pay much attention to it. It wasn't until the other party stood still indomitably that Chairman Kenny looked at the other person's appearance.

"Cheng Yaojin" showed him a charming smile.

The local tyrant Kenny slowly raised his hand and bit his cigar.

Kenny didn't know him, but Rigg knew him well.

French Mister Magic Duncan Orville.

"Mr. Kenny." Duncan nodded slightly.

"Hello. Who are you?" It was still the Russian English that made people frown.

"It's an honor, I'm Duncan Orville." Duncan held out his hand.

Kenny didn't even move, and ignored his kindness, and grinned wide while biting his cigar, showing an uneducated, superficial and arrogant local tyrant to the fullest.

"I don't know you," Kenny said nonchalantly.

"Forgive me for my recklessness." Duncan melted the awkward atmosphere with a smile, and his hands dropped naturally, without any abruptness.

Heimdall had never seen Duncan's business expression before, and the local tycoon Kenny was glad that he was blocked by the toad mirror and did not leak the secret.

"Sir, the game is about to start." Kenny reminded.

"Is it my honor to watch today's game with you?" Duncan's smile was so perfect that it made people fascinated.

The local tyrant Kenny swallowed.

Mr. Orville is releasing male hormones vigorously, trying to fascinate the local tyrant Jin, and prostrate himself under his wizard robe and let him drive him?

Duncan said that he was short of money, and before being elected Mr. Magic, his main energy was invested in charity...

Chairman Kenny had an epiphany, could it be, maybe, he was seducing himself?

Mr. Orville, your integrity also eloped with Jin Gallon?