novel-bin Chapter 874 Men Are Visual Animals
Chapter 874 Men Are Visual Animals
one,
The men followed Rommel into the wine cellar and saw the legendary wizard's fine wine-the father's feelings of showing off that had been brewing for several days were finally expressed; Draco didn't care that his cousin didn't have time to talk to him for the time being, and ran to the backyard to exchange feelings with the animal friends happily. The toffee had already fallen from the number one position in the favorite list, and Draco was now concentrating on brushing the king. of intimacy.
Dan Lie's cousin is looking for an opportunity to handle Tuhao Jin's official business.
The response from the Therapist Association was quicker than expected, and Hina took the mail and delivered it to him.
The identity of local tycoon Kenny is a mystery, and the inexhaustible gold Galleons piled up behind him are coveted. During the days when he became famous, he was attacked by reporters and spied on by people with ulterior motives. Digging out his past and present lives... Don't think about it, there must be some.
The secretary who gets along with the boss day and night has not been employed for a long time, and he is a person who can control his mouth and curiosity, so the secretary has never asked Kenny's home address. Mail it to the wizard's self-pickup mailbox rented by the boss.
The wizarding mailbox in the wizarding world is equivalent to the Muggle post box, which is often referred to as the "public pickup box".The existence of post office boxes in the Muggle world is based on the lack of labor force. Sparsely populated areas and countries that cannot afford high labor remuneration encourage local people to support themselves by renting out mailboxes at low prices or even free of charge.
The wizards' self-collection mailboxes mainly take safety as the primary consideration, so there is no need to reveal the real address.Every wizard who signs a self-collection mailbox usage agreement with the wizard post office will receive a confidentiality guarantee from the post office. security.
Before the local tycoon Kenny became the largest shareholder of Ice Ridge Crown, he rented a self-collection mailbox of a certain post office. This method has been used, and it will continue to be used if there are no accidents.
Heimdall read a few letters and was not in a hurry to deal with them. One of them came from OQL, and the sender was an OQL official whom he met on the day of the Bingridge Crown's inspirational ceremony.The official wrote to ask why he missed the appointment — or to question it better.Heimdall thought about it. On the day of the ceremony, the other party seemed to be talking about a party, but this person only missed half of his speech. After listening to it for a long time, he really wanted to pour Veritaserum into the other party’s mouth. Time is impatient.
One thing he remembers clearly is that he didn't make any promises to the other party.
Heimdall threw the letter away, picked up the reply from the Association of Healers, and then, with the help of Dodoma, used the Floo network of the fireplace in his father's study to connect to the location indicated on the reply.
Heimdall, who hadn't heard anything for a long time, thought there was a problem with the Floo network signal if he hadn't been sure to see the face of classmate Leon Blueleg.
"Leon?" Heimdall tried to shout.
【...So you are the local tyrant Kenny? 】
"Don't you struggle a bit?"
[The fireplace has been struggling since it was switched on. 】
"Surprise?"
[A little bit. 】
"I didn't expect Kenny's fame to spread to South America."
Leon immediately shattered Heimdall's narcissism, [I only heard about it when I left home and returned to Europe. ] Heimdall cleared his throat, "I think you are too calm, young people should not suppress their emotions, proper venting is good for physical and mental health."
[I'm not particularly keen on Quidditch. 】
You win, Heimdall gives up his self-promotion.
"How did you think of going to be a therapist? You don't inherit the family business anymore?"
[The family does not need me for the time being, my father is in good health. 】
Heimdall mused, "If Ice Ridge Krona hires you as the team doctor, what if you need to go home one day to inherit the family business? Please don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to curse your family."
[Then I'll hurry up and have a baby while I'm young. 】
"...young man, you actually don't want to inherit the family business at all, do you?"
[It didn't matter at first, but seeing you all doing well and following your family's plan makes me feel extremely boring. I want to try a different path. ] A different path?The drug master changed his appearance into a white-clothed angel who saved lives and healed the wounded, and applied the drug-making technology to the cause of serving the people?
The old-fashioned stalk of reforming the evil and returning to the right is quite touching... Thinking that the dual-attribute angel might settle in Ice Ridge Krona, Heimdall came back to his senses brightly and sadly.
"Let's say the ugly thing first, Ice Ridge Krona can provide employment opportunities, but the premise is that you must get a Quidditch doctor's license, otherwise everything is out of the question. Ice Ridge Krona needs superb medical skills, and everyone hopes to live a long life age."
We say no to "drugs"!
【certainly. 】Leon nodded calmly. [But are you sure you don't need me to show off to the team from time to time? 】"What's the meaning?"
[For example, if you don't like the team, or the team is too strong, I have a way to make them give up the game without anyone noticing. If you want, you can even make them unable to walk upright for the rest of their lives. 】Mr. Blueleg, please respect yourself!
"I'm glad you're so motivated to work, but judging from the development model I've planned for Ice Ridge Krona, such a trump card should not come in handy."
【Oh, what a pity. ] Leon said regretfully.
Heimdall was silent. He had been with Leon for seven years, but he still couldn't figure out how much of the joke-like sentences this classmate said were true or false.
two,
Draco had an inexhaustible desire to share it with his cousin. He didn't stay at Rigg's father's house with his parents on Saturday. After obtaining Lucius' permission, he returned to the Cavaliers with a family of three and a group of animals with a smile on his face. building.
It's a pity that Draco still couldn't speak freely that night, and his cousin asked this and that, and revealed a lot of things that he didn't expect to say beforehand.
After the cousin asked about the Hogwarts graduation ceremony and the recent situation of the British friends, he told Draco who was about to start the chatterbox mode earnestly: the future is long, and we have all graduated.Master Malfoy fell asleep late on Friday night with some insomnia.
Before departure the next day, Draco, who had spent nearly half an hour in the room with Mionir, took his nephew's hand to the living room with a radiant face.
He looked around. "Where did Rigg go?"
Draco was still a little confused when he was eating breakfast - he was in bed, why did his cousin disappear in a blink of an eye?
Victor, who reported the reading, moved the newspaper away, "Rig is a little bit ahead of time, and we will go together later."
When we parted with the parents last night, we made an appointment to go our separate ways the next morning, and we met at the Tianma parking lot in Bingji Kelang.
"What's the rush? There's no one around so early in the morning..." Draco complained in a low voice. What else is more important than the cousin who finally met?
"It's related to Ice Ridge Krona." Victor's nonchalant look frightened Draco, making the young master reflect that he might have made trouble out of no reason.
Draco sat down next to the sofa next to him uncomfortably, holding Mionir on his lap.
After 10 minutes, Victor put down the newspaper, glanced at the clock on the wall, stood up and announced his departure.
three,
"It's not like your style." On the not-so-wide parking lot, Lucius said so.
Rommel said with a smile, "How?"
Lucius frowned slightly, but did not answer.
Narcissa looked at her husband amusedly: "He means that you lack enthusiasm for Quidditch, and my husband has always regarded you as a like-minded partner."
Rommel laughed loudly, "It's my honor. But don't be too obvious in front of Snow. My brother wishes that wizards all over the world are crazy about Quidditch."
The Malfoys smiled at each other.
Snow, who had stopped the carriage, came back at this moment, "What are you talking about? You seem to be in a good mood."
"Of course weekends make people happy." Rommel lightly changed the subject.
Lucius' grunt slipped past Rommel's ears, "...at least Rigg has inherited the sanity of the Malfoy family, and won't yell like a madman."
Mr. Malfoy has seen Quidditch fans who have entered a magical state, as if under some terrible curse, crazy, like a beast, and seem to have lost even the most basic ability to use their brains.Every year of Quidditch competitions—the European Cup and the World Cup, Lucius inevitably worries that his son who loves Quidditch will one day "evolve" into a howling animal. Fortunately, he sees a glimmer of light in his nephew.
Could Rigg's indifference to Quidditch stem from Victor Krum?Get used to watching too much?Uncle had a whim, should he introduce some girls who work in Quidditch to Draco in the future?Make Draco numb too?As soon as the idea came up, his uncle himself Avada, no, the heir of the Malfoy family must have a decent marriage, the only thing that cannot be compromised.
Another carriage landed, and the person they were waiting for finally arrived.
Seeing that there was no one else behind Draco, Narcissa asked after talking to Mionir, "Where is Rigg?"
"He's already here." Snow interjected.
The Malfoy family is inexplicable.
Rommel raised his hand, "Let's go."
"Don't you have to wait for Rigg?" Lucius was at a loss.
"He will find it himself." Rommel smiled.
four,
"I forgot to ask Rieger yesterday, is the Iceridge Krona team the Quidditch team of some local tycoon?" Although Draco was far away from the Scandinavian region, he insisted on paying attention to the trends in the Quidditch world. Ice Ridge Krona is a team with a high exposure rate in recent times, and it is published in British Quidditch publications from time to time.
From the bottom of his heart, Master Malfoy despises such obvious sensationalism. The real powerhouse relies on strength. As we all know, the reputation of Iceridge Krona is not directly proportional to the alliance points.He quickly thought of the Tuthill Tornado team in Wales. This team won the British Quidditch Club Federation Cup by means of coercion, illegal manipulation of broomsticks, and torture of opponents... Of course, Ice Ridge Crown did not To do so, perhaps they are too late to do it.
Thinking of this, Draco twitched his lips, like raccoon dogs!
(PS: The Tuthill Tornados are Cho Chang’s life—the negative news about this team also comes from the original book, which says that Cho has been a fan of the Tornados since he was six years old, and once pinned the team on his robe The team's badge, later Ron quietly complained about the color and style of the badge, guessing that she is a fake fan XD)
Victor suddenly patted Draco on the shoulder, "Let's discuss."
Draco turned his head puzzled, "What?"
"At the arena completion ceremony, pretend to be happy."
Draco said sheepishly, "Is it so obvious?"
"It was almost written on the face," Victor said.
Draco pursed his lips.
"For Rig, try to be as happy as possible." Victor asked again.
"For Rigg?" Draco repeated blankly.
"Listen to me," Victor said. "The future World Cup tickets will be mine."
"Really?"
"real."
Draco cheered up, wasn't he just pretending, Master Malfoy said that he was born with acting skills!
"Here we are, let's go there." Rommel suddenly quickened his pace and walked into the lively open-air venue before everyone else, the ground under his feet turned into soft grass.
The group finally saw the legendary Ice Ridge Krone Arena clearly.
Draco said "Wow", he didn't like Ice Ridge Krona, but it didn't prevent him from admiring the newly completed Quidditch field - it looked like a black ship, so cool!
The wizards admiring the arena didn't know that for this unique arena, Jin, a rich and powerful local tyrant, ruined a wizard engineering team.
"Most of the people present today are officials from the International Federation of Quesques and the European Union, as well as the Ministry of Magic of the Nordic countries." Snow said quickly.
The Malfoys understood, and Lucius's face was decorated with the most familiar business expressions of his British colleagues in a blink of an eye. Under the leadership of Rommel and Snow, he seemingly casually blended into the strange circle.
The arrival of Victor Krum caused some commotion. You must know that this man has been avoiding the crazy "pursuit" of local tycoon Kenny all the time, and today he actually "turned himself into a trap"?The invited media reporters all raised their wizard cameras and frantically pressed the shutter, and the flash light instantly lit up half of the sky.
"Smile." Victor reminded the expressionless Draco.
"Why?" Master Malfoy said that this was the only thing he couldn't accept, and he wasn't just kidding!
Sure enough, it is the result of noble education that ordinary people can only look up to. Even Mionir in his arms spontaneously poses for the camera with a big smile.Only Master Malfoy has an "I'm very upset" look from beginning to end. Every time the wizard's camera is aimed at him, he will be frozen by the master's air-conditioning, and the camera will shift unconsciously.
When the reporters had enough photos, they swarmed up with their cameras, scrambling to get in front of Victor.
"Mr. Krum, may I ask why you are here today?"
Victor smiled lightly, "Come to attend the inauguration ceremony of the Ice Ridge Crown Arena, aren't you also for the ceremony?"
The reporters found that Mr. 2000 million was in a good mood—they didn't have the entangled and displeased face when they heard words related to Kenny, and the "output" of the reporters' quills began to be unconstrained.
Although the Bulgarian Quidditch superstar never puts on airs, and is recognized by all journalists who follow the wizarding sports line as relatively easy to get along with in the Quidditch circle, this superstar is also famous for his tight mouth. You can't be fooled if you beat around the bush - attracting countless peers to compete with you, so it's "relatively" easy to get along with.
"We are here because of work!" A reporter yelled jokingly, and all wizards who had a good understanding laughed.
"Food will be served after the ceremony, you can try it." Victor winked at them, and the reporters made a fuss again.
A female reporter returned to the topic, "Does your coming here mean that you have reached some kind of agreement with Ice Ridge Krona?"
Most of the reporters present today are Nordic journalists. Those who are in this field know that running the Nordic Quidditch line is quite empty and cold. Opportunities to allow teams from other countries to compete in their own arenas are only a dream - the European Cup in 2 years is an opportunity, a superstar like Victor Krum is better than a talking corner Snoring beasts are still rare.
Unexpectedly, they could see Mr. 2000 million in person, and the reporters who had been empty for a long time were all excited.
"I'm here to attend the inauguration ceremony on behalf of the broomstick company." Victor said inscrutablely, which was a line negotiated by the couple.
The reporters looked at each other in blank dismay, and their minds turned quickly to understand something.
"Ice Ridge Kron will work with Boreal Comet?"
Victor laughed but said nothing.
The sound of the quill pen swiping is endless, and the reporters are busy recording. Mr. 2000 million, who is usually tight-lipped, said so, so it should not be a joke.
"Chairman Kenny is here!" someone in the crowd whispered.
The reporters who failed to squeeze in front of Victor quickly adjusted their combat strategy, and rushed in the direction of the local tycoon Kenny, fully armed.
Draco, who was holding Mionir, did not pretend to be any reporter who tried to get close to him. After hearing the low voice, he looked curiously, and when the resplendent human-shaped jewelry stand passed by, he was surrounded by another group of people. Laco let out a breath suddenly, and belatedly realized that he had been holding his breath.
"That's the local tyrant Kenny?" Draco murmured, not knowing who to tell.
"That's right, that's the local tyrant Kenny." Victor, who was decisively abandoned by the reporters, answered him.
Fives,
Officials from the OQL and the Icelandic Ministry of Magic made generous speeches against the back of the domineering black sailboat, and successively issued good wishes for the past and the future. Some officials wiped their tears while talking, and the Nordic media workers finally realized. To the fact that officials who are not theirs are equally pragmatic, there are too few places for them to be sensational.
Wiping a tear can make the Quidditch career in Scandinavia skyrocket?
Believe it or not, the reporters don't believe it at all!
The local tycoon Kenny, the chairman of the Ice Ridge Club, made his final appearance. All members of the Ice Ridge Krona team, including the head coach, followed the chairman and came on the stage. The back serves as a backdrop.The reporters frantically raised their cameras. The boss has always been explosive. The reporters said they have been waiting for you for a long time.
"The speech I originally prepared was finished by the previous speaker," Chairman Kenny expressed his melancholy at the right time. "Then I won't talk nonsense, let's get real."
Under the surveillance of the flashing lights, the officials who had been spat at nonsense tried their best to maintain the upward curve of the corners of their mouths.
The local tyrant Jin paved the way for future convenience by making friends with officials. It does not mean that he is willing to be humble and small. He has made a promise with the upper echelons of the Icelandic Ministry of Magic, and he will never give in beyond the promise.Judging from Tuhao Jin's previous practice in the International Federation of Wizards, the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic are all low bones, and the more they are treated as dishes, the lighter their bones will be.
Except for the family members... The local tyrant Jin silently pierces in his heart.
The flashlights of the reporters became more and more surging.
"Ice Ridge Krona's home stadium has been renamed 'Kronk Knights', please pay attention to the prefix and don't use the previous name."
Then, it's over.
This is "let's get real"?The people in the audience were speechless.
There was sharp applause from the crowd, and the secretary of Bingji Krona, whose face was paralyzed, clapped his hands and yelled, "Aura runs through Changhong! It's touching!"
Ma Dan, can you stop being so flattering? !
Rommel Strulusson, smoking a pipe, was the first to respond to the clap, followed by Snow Strulusson. Lucius glanced at them both calmly, and gave a symbolic high-five, not very sincere.
The applause from the audience fell apart.
It wouldn't be Kenny the local tyrant if he was obsessed with these little details.
"Do you still have any questions? No problem, let's go to cut the ribbon." Chairman Kenny was a little impatient, time is gold Galleons, it's a waste of our Galleons.
Of course there are problems.
The reporters hurriedly corrected their work attitudes.
"Chairman Kenny, there are rumors that Ice Ridge Crown will cooperate with the broomstick manufacturing company Northern Comet. Is the news true?"
"True. Next!"
The reporter who wanted to make persistent efforts choked, and was pushed to the back by other reporters in a daze.
"Chairman Kenny, Mr. Victor Krum is here today. Do you have anything to say to Mr. Krum?"
"If it's a one-on-one time, how could I tell you. Next!"
Another brave warrior overcame the difficulties and broke through the siege: "Chairman Kenny, which team will Ice Ridge Krona invite to the Kron Knight Arena?"
Knives and axes need to be sharpened. According to the usual practice, a warm-up match will be held after the construction of the Quidditch arena as a celebration. The outside world has been speculating about the invitation of Ice Ridge Krona. The Fahsa flag is currently the one with the highest click rate. The original team of the main Seeker Eriksson's former club Henuck Gushu was also selected as a guessing candidate, and some wizards even imagined whether it would be the Danish national team, the old club of the head coach Joachim...Nordic counting There are only a few teams, and the selection is lacklustre.
The local tycoon Kenny said in a tone that the bacon for breakfast tasted good: "If there is no accident, the Basteto Vulcan team."
Which?
Everyone scratched their ears, waiting expectantly for the local tyrant Jin to repeat it triumphantly. Those who are familiar with the local tyrant Jin's speaking style are very sure.
"Are there any other questions? I'll count to three, one, two, three, okay, next is the ribbon cutting." Chairman Kenny led his secretary and Money Tree swaggeringly away from everyone and walked to the arena.
It's too shameless not to bring such a thing!
The reporters looked at each other, should they report this matter?Is it a joke or is it a joke or is it a joke?
Draco exhaled again. For some reason, his breathing function was not smooth when he met the rich Kenny.
"He..." Draco frowned.
"What's wrong with him?" Victor hugged his son and followed behind the large army.
"I don't know how to describe it." Draco was extremely frustrated.
Human beings have been unable to stop the local tyrant gold.
six,
"Sorry, I was delayed by some things, didn't you wait for a long time?" The local tyrant Kenny apologized very consciously as soon as he entered the door.
Everyone had different expressions, and the eyes of Malfoy and his son were as always critical.
Victor put his drowsy son in his arms on the couch, Mionier held the badge of the Ice Ridge Krona, rubbed his eyes sleepily, and a blanket fell quietly on the baby.
After the ribbon-cutting event, Rommel led the family group into the chairman's office as if no one was there. Lucius couldn't help but speculate about the relationship between Rommel and Kenny.
"I have English tea here." After Kenny's words fell, a group of colorful tea sets appeared on the table side cabinet.
The local tycoon Kenny sat on one of the single sofas, enjoying everyone's expressions. Malfoy and his son were very interesting, but it was Mrs. Malfoy who caught his attention the most. Narcissa's calmness impressed him deeply.
Perhaps his gaze was too straightforward, Narcissa put down the cup in her hand: "We already know the whole story from Rommel, let me make a bold guess, you traded those Galleons for the achievements you showed us today? "
"The achievement is not to be regarded as, it can be regarded as a potentially lucrative industry, if the Ice Ridge Krona team is as expected."
Narcissa picked up the cup again, she could tell she liked the tea.
"Instead of watching Sirius dismantle the Black House into pieces and let those uneducated people call their friends and friends to come and go in Grimmauld Place at will, and bring the British Ministry of Magic for nothing a hundred years later, it's better to sell them all into Galleons for you Invest in the Quidditch club." To be honest, Narcissa has given up on herself, and how bad things can be now.
Grimmauld Place is still there, of course, and even if Heimdall eventually gets the title to it, he's not going to sell it for money.
Narcissa remembered that her great-grandfather's sister or sister had been engaged to a Quidditch player... well, that wasn't an excuse, it was better than nothing.
The joy of the two greatly stimulated the Malfoy father and son who were still kept in the dark.
"Sissy dear?" Lucius couldn't help but ask.
"What's the matter?" Narcissa looked back at her husband.
"Why do I hear you talking about Black?"
"What's wrong? My surname was black before I got married, not white." Narcissa made a rare joke, but it was rather cold.
"No, I mean you and Tu, uh, you know Chairman Kenny?"
Narcissa opened her eyes wide, "Didn't you recognize it?"
"Recognize what, Mom?" Draco angrily brushed his presence.
"I should have thought of..." Narcissa murmured, and then smiled at her husband and son that made them want to scratch the wall. "This is Rig."
Malfoy and his son shouted at the same time, "Who are you talking about?"
Laughter broke out in the office, and the laughter came from the Sturlusons and the master who watched the show in silence.
"It's worth it no matter what to see Mr. Malfoy like this in his lifetime." The local tyrant Kenny grinned.
The Malfoys figured it out from Kenny's "normal" voice.
"Rig? The local tyrant Kenny is Rig?" Draco, who had recovered his normal breathing, knelt down to the stunning local tyrant.
It took Lucius some time to accept the reality, and he couldn't hide his haggard look at his stable wife, "How did you see that?"
Narcissa said slowly, "Men are visual creatures."
Lucius: "..."
All the males lay down their guns.