HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 884 Divorced

one,

When the pair of "dogboys" who were turned into an extramarital affair by someone who was irritated by someone's brains were empty in broad daylight and their clothes were all faded, Draco waited for a few seconds in the team doctor's office, mainly Leon rubbing against Malfoy Master's tea.Draco's tea is all imported——MadeinBritain, Dr. Blueleg felt that the boss's cousin was weak, so he volunteered to help consume the inventory.Master Malfoy is not a stingy person. Although he is shy with the salary of the internship period, he can afford tea made in England.

After sending Carlo off, Leon returned to the office to chat with Draco.

"You haven't got your diploma yet?"

"No." Speaking of this Draco was a little depressed, in case the certificate was not in place after the internship period, how would he become a regular?

"Don't worry, as long as you can gain a firm foothold in Ice Ridge, the transfer manager won't make it difficult for you." Leon saw it clearly.

The transfer manager is now eager to contribute to Draco and take advantage of this to gain friendship.Draco inadvertently created a deceiving illusion by getting close to Leon at Ice Ridge Krona.Leon is the team doctor personally invited by Chairman Kenny, and he is also a young man who has just graduated. The men and women of Ice Ridge Krona make Leon the chairman's own brain, and Draco, who has a close relationship with Leon, is also logically included. Be a member of the Boss Party.

So Draco's initial annoyance of being out of gregariousness, in addition to his own reasons, also had to not be offended.

Draco didn't use his real name in Ice Ridge Krona, he's called Mercedes Martin here - Mercedes Benz + Aston Martin.Mercedes was thought of by Heimdall, and the surname Martin was not made up blindly.Leon's grandmother's surname was Martin, and Draco's false identity was forged with the help of the Blueleg family.

Heimdall was a little worried when he got the fake identity of his cousin, "Draco's appearance doesn't have South American characteristics."

Leon waved his hand in a rage, "My grandmother's grandfather is of French descent, and it was said to the public that your cousin returned to his ancestors. My mother has mixed blood from several countries. You can tell that I am so handsome. Your cousin is not bad. This There is no flaw in the reason."

Heimdall: "..."

Uncle Lucius must be very irritable when he finds out.

In this way, Draco became Leon's mother's natal family, and the people's imagination of "having an ulterior relationship with the team doctor" became a "fact".

The camera zooms back to the team doctor's office.

"I heard from the boss that you are interested in Quidditch," Leon said.

"Seeker was my childhood dream." Draco didn't object to intensifying the chat with Leon for a simple and crude reason: Dr. Blueleg is a pure-blood wizard.

"On a Quidditch team, the Seeker is always the one to get the most attention, even though he's been idling around until the Snitch comes on."

Draco smiled. "Managing a team is fun too."

Leon was silent for a moment, "Do you like Ice Ridge Krona?"

Draco could hear the meaning in his words, and said cautiously: "I can't talk about liking or disliking, it's too late to cultivate."

"Rig will not be stationed at Ice Ridge Krona for a long time." Leon's eyes were meaningful.

"He's leaving?" Draco demanded.

"No, what I mean is that he initially bought the team to make money, becoming a major shareholder and owner of a club is not in the plan, when he has everything in place and the club is running on the right track, he will go back to wanting to fight. to a lifelong career."

"A lifelong career?" Draco suddenly said, "International Wizengamot."

Leon didn't nod or shake his head, "Ice Ridge Krona is very important, but it's not the first."

Draco fell into deep thought, "...what will happen to the club after Rieger leaves?"

"Isn't there still you?"

Draco blinked in surprise, "Me?"

"Rig will find a trustworthy person to entrust his efforts to before leaving. You are his cousin. No one has a deeper bond than you. There is no doubt that he trusts you. The question is whether you are willing to carry it. In the final analysis, this is not Your responsibility."

"I don't know..." Draco looked down at the glass in his hand.

The clear liquid at the bottom of the cup illuminated his eyes, and at the same time reflected the confusion in his eyes.

"Rig won't put pressure on you, or even show you what he thinks. Take this time to get proficient in business and think about it, boy." Leon put down his glass, "It's almost there, let's go."

Draco was overwhelmed and a little dizzy, "Where are you going?"

"Knight Tower, I heard there is something delicious tonight."

Going to eat again?Leon's thick skin opened Draco's eyes.

"Rig invited me," Leon said as he left the office.

"Don't stress it out, don't worry, it won't change my opinion of you." Draco turned dark.

The two walked towards the boss's office, and a person walked quickly in front of them. Leon immediately pulled Draco and turned to look at the dynamic snow mountain oil painting hanging on the wall. to others.

When the man disappeared, Draco turned around, "Adam Cross?"

"He can get an opportunity for association from us, we have met formally." Leon explained the reason for avoiding it.

"He already knows?" Draco asked.

"It's hard to say." Leon touched his chin.

The two were stopped by the dedicated secretary.

"Let's go back and continue drinking tea." Leon walked smoothly.

Draco wasn't one to stick to the end, and quickly figured it out, nodding in agreement, he didn't want the eye of a needle.

On the way back, Leon smiled and said, "Klaus's outrage is very interesting~"

"Who is the object of your schadenfreude?"

"Of course Klaus, we and the boss have to be on the same page."

"Klaus should have discovered Kenny's true identity by now." Draco was not as heartless as Leon.

"What if you don't find it?"

Draco was silent.

Leon smiled, the little excitement in his heart was like a housewife looking forward to the bloody eight o'clock.

two,

"Rig, you really don't love me anymore. You have been silent for such a long time. You are really a cruel person." While speaking, a figure rushed forward, and the ice cream in Heimdall's mouth almost covered the opponent's face.

Heimdall pushed Peter away vigorously, the tonnage of the werewolf was too much for him.

"You are too weak." Peter felt that his little friend was good at everything, except that his physical fitness was extremely poor.

"Don't confuse me with your particular type." Heimdall wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Peter sat down and dragged over Heimdall's ice cream and bit off a chunk.

Watching the raisin-flavored ice cream ball disappear into Peter's mouth in an instant, Heimdall gave him a lifeless glance. Didn't werewolves only eat fresh meat stained with blood? They're picky eaters, dear.

"I'm starving to death, thank you for inviting me to eat." Peter's children's shoes smiled.

Heimdall said that the same tricks are useless to him, and he must be open and honest and treat each other sincerely.

Peter's face instantly collapsed, "I spent all my savings on the World Cup."

Heimdall was about to speak, but Peter was quick-witted and emphasized, "The shop on the Champagne Bridge has not touched a single Nat."

"You didn't save some for yourself?" Heimdall sighed.

"The more you invest, the more you get back."

"Losing more."

Peter was weeping, and that was the truth.

"Which team did you bet on?" Heimdall didn't say that Bulgaria lost, which was very hateful among gamblers.

"Dominica."

"...The one who made the bet with Bulgaria was also the Dominica?"

"Yes."

Peter occasionally has a great sixth sense, but unfortunately the effect does not last long.Heimdall was there for Dominica's later game against Wales and the result was obvious.

The two quickly left the cold drink shop they had met and came to a rough alleyway. They pushed open the dilapidated door panel covered with oil stains and creepy bloody handprints.The shop is dark, unlike the buzzing or light and leisurely atmosphere of the Wizard Bar, the quiet here is a bit weird.The four walls are covered with dirt, and there are still a few still life paintings pretending to be hung, and the colors of the pictures can no longer be seen clearly.The windows are small and high, casting dark shadows in the house. From time to time, a stench wafts through the shop, mixed with the disgusting smell of blood.

This store is not very friendly, and Heimdall found that more than one person in the lobby looked at him with strange and malicious eyes.

This is one of the strongholds where werewolves trade staple food, and it is obviously an illegal operation.It is true that werewolves are generally unpopular, but the overall environment of werewolf food outlets with legal operating qualifications conforms to normal standards, and the poor sanitary conditions here can hardly make people feel at ease.

Maybe werewolves have a stomach like steel and iron, so they are not afraid that the food will not be fresh?

"Why don't you go to a standard sales place?" Heimdall and Peter had gone to an official sales place before, where there were abundant supplies, and the meat products sold were particularly humanized and marked as cooked, the price was cheap, and the quantity was plentiful.Peter has a police officer certificate from the International Police Force, so he can go shopping in places with good conditions. Most werewolves do not enjoy special treatment, and their lives are miserable.

Is it really okay to know the law and break the law?

"It's cheap here." Peter didn't want to eat spoiled food, but there was no way.

"How much money do you need? I'll lend it to you and pay it back when you're able." Heimdall didn't want his friend to swallow the green-haired meat.

"I probably won't have a time when I'm capable." Peter still knows something about himself, he can't hide money. "I have already borrowed it from the instructor, and the instructor will send me on a mission to repay the debt." So far Peter is relatively satisfied with his prostitution.

"Look who's here. You brought this wizard, Peter?" Standing up behind the counter was a very tall man with stubble covering half of his dark face and a pair of dark blue eyes. The space is full of spirits.

Heimdall guessed that he was a werewolf. Werewolves are usually the salespersons of werewolf food outlets, mainly to avoid unnecessary troubles. Normal wizards are very taboo to get along with werewolves all day long.

"Hello, Oliver." Peter greeted relaxedly, as if he was very familiar with him. "This is Heimdall Strulusson, I told you once."

"Yes, I remember." Oliver held out his right hand. "If you don't mind."

Wizards who are prejudiced against werewolves are unwilling to shake hands with werewolves. Oliver's behavior actually disclosed the truth that he is a werewolf.

"Of course I don't mind." Heimdall held his hand.

Peter looked very happy, and said with a smile: "I said that Rieger is not a superficial person. Although he is sick all day long, he has a good heart."

"Thank you for remembering to speak well of me in front of your friends. I feel very relieved." Heimdall remained expressionless, ignoring the unfavorable comment of "sick all day long".

Peter said to Heimdall: "Oliver is the good buddy I told you about."

"My ugly duckling came from you?" Heimdall's eyes lit up.

"Is she still used to being in your house?" Oliver laughed, only to see his eyes narrowed into a line.

"Amazing, my partner and kids absolutely love her, she's lovely."

Oliver nodded, turned around to look for good information for Peter, and glanced around without any trace. The werewolves who were about to move around immediately tucked their tails and disappeared.

Heimdall, who was always paying attention to the changes around him, quietly relaxed, and pushed back the wand he was holding in his hand.

It would be much easier to have acquaintances around, and Peter bought the goods he wanted.

When leaving the black shop, Peter patted Heimdall's chest, "If the ugly duckling has any problems, come here to find Oliver. He is fascinated by Muggle cars, and he will not refuse your help."

Heimdall asked curiously, "Is Oliver working around?"

Peter scratched his head in embarrassment, "His job is indeed complicated, but his income is still good..."

"I understand, you don't need to say it." Heimdall expressed his understanding. Who doesn't have a secret?

Next, Heimdall invited Peter to have a steak. The bar they chose was priced at a common level, and many wizards patronized it.Not long after the two settled down in the corner seats, several reporter-like wizards wandered around furtively. Peter couldn't help chasing them away, but those suspected reporter wizards rushed over and surrounded Heimdall... …

A reporter wearing a cap squeezed forward: "Mr. Sturluson, there are rumors that Mr. Krum is unfaithful to you. Is the rumor true?"

Not to be outdone, a witch wearing a silk scarf screamed, "Mr. Krum has improper relationships with many Quidditch players and bosses, do you know?"

A short male wizard grabbed the table and faced the difficulty: "Have you agreed to a divorce with Krum? How much property will you share? Can you talk about the specific process?"

Another one: "Who will the children belong to after divorce?"

Another one: "Do you want to fight for custody?"

And another: "Will the kid change his last name to Krum?"

……

Heimdall and Peter were stunned.

three,

"Where did the rumors of our divorce come from?" Heimdall put down the screaming newspaper.

Victor took a bite of the deliciously toasted bread, and his appetite seemed to be good.

Leon, who lived in the Knights House for a few days, suddenly said, "Maybe it's Adam Klaus? He witnessed Klum's derailment that day."

The master glanced at him, his eyes were not very beautiful.

"What do you think?" Heimdall asked Victor.

"The irrational side is yelling in my head that it must be Adam Krauss who can't ask for it. The rational side doesn't see it that way."

"What did the rational side think of?"

Victor said slowly: "If Adam Klaus really wants to ruin my reputation, he won't rush at this time." Klaus is not stupid, on the contrary, he is a man who knows what he wants.

Heimdall agrees. Isn't it obvious that he is the one who stabbed the person involved?

Leon sighed.

"Why are you so lost!" Heimdall stared.

You don't understand the feeling that you haven't seen the bloody drama... The doctor is always melancholy.

"Thinking about it carefully, Adam Klaus has a good face, a tall and mighty figure, a family with money and power, and a career of his own. Apart from not being able to guarantee a marriage certificate, there seems to be nothing to be picky about." Leon clicked his lips.

"Have you taken a fancy to Klaus?" Heimdall raised his eyebrows.

"If only he could have children." Leon is firmly heterosexual.

Victor laughed, "Your hobbies are different." A girl like Adam Cross is absolutely rare in the world.

"You haven't given up on the idea of ​​having a child in exchange for freedom?" Heimdall thought Leon was joking.

"I have to get the kids out before my father announces his retirement." Leon felt that there was plenty of time.

According to Dr. Blueleg, a child is as cheap as a phone bill.

Heimdall said: "I pray for your future children." Such a father is really unlucky.

"The prerequisite for having a child is to have a woman first." The master hit the nail on the head.

"Should I introduce someone to you?" Heimdall asked. "I'll go back and ask Dad, there should be a girl of the right age in the Stulusson family."

"I only want a child, not a child's mother." Leon looked desperate after using it.

"Just pretend I didn't say it." Heimdall refused to push the girl in the family into the fire pit.

"Give me Mionir." Leon said with a smile.

"Ask for a fight."

"Then borrow from the head office?"

"roll!"

Dr. Bruelaig was absolutely out of his mind.

"If you continue like this, you will not be welcome at the Knights Tower." Heimdall squinted.

"I'm moving tomorrow."

Instead, Heimdall was stunned.

"Rig didn't mean that." Victor spoke softly.

"I know, this guy's duplicity all day long." Leon shrugged. "I'm sorry to bother you all the time living in the Knights House. I've already found a house. Don't worry. I'm not angry, and I'm not acting on a whim."

Heimdall winked at him, "I wish you a new and wonderful start to your single life."

Leon said to Victor expressionlessly: "Take care of your man, don't let him wink at other men, I am a decent person."

Heimdall slapped the table, "If you do this again, I will charge you rent!"

Little Baba thinks that paying money is an unbearable burden in life, very ruthless, very cold, very unreasonable.

four,

Draco had changed, not for the worse, his work hours had moved up, and he left by himself after get off work.I learned from the transfer manager that my cousin was serious about his work, and during the lunch break, he grabbed a lot of materials and devoted himself to research. The manager praised Draco for his hard work.

Chairman Kenny was empty and lonely, and his cousin had fewer chances to meet him, and naturally he talked less when he saw less, and he didn't talk more than five sentences in three days.

How is Draco?

Heimdall secretly changed his approach to seek information from his uncle, and the information returned by his uncle was not inappropriate, but his aunt just complained that Draco had lost weight, and had been nagging Heimdall for a long time about Iceridge Krona's food problem, wishing to send some A house-elf sits around the clock.

Heimdall didn't have the nerve to tell his aunt that Ice Ridge Krona had to cut back on expenses due to lack of sources, and the staff in the staff canteen were responsible for the cooking and cooking by the family members of the staff who had been employed temporarily.Once a house elf is bought, it will last a lifetime, and the buyout price is basically astronomical, especially for those elves who originally served rich people, the price can only be seen from a distance.

The problem was later solved by Rommel, who seemed to be omnipotent. When his aunt finally learned that Draco had eaten the oil- and salt-poor rice cooked by wizards for a few days, the little boy who had traveled across the ocean from the old house in Sturluson The elves have settled in the Ice Ridge Krona Club and quickly took over all services.

Draco's strange behavior made his cousin a little uneasy, so he called in the team doctor who was in the office to cultivate himself.

"You've gotten closer to Draco recently, do you know why?" Heimdall asked.

"Probably figured it out." Leon didn't hide anything, telling the whole story about his conversation with Draco.

Heimdall leaned back on the chair with a dazed expression.

"Are you blaming me for being nosy?" Leon laughed.

"...I did have that thought," Heimdall rubbed the space between his brows. "But I don't want to take the pressure on my cousin for granted, and I don't want to give him such hints. Draco has his own ideals and will start his own business in the future. He is the only heir of the Malfoy family. Why should he shoulder my responsibility? It has nothing to do with him."

"You think your cousin hasn't been weaned yet?" Leon raised his eyebrows in a sarcastic arc. "Could it be that he couldn't think of all this? He doesn't have the ability to think? If he doesn't want to, who will force him?"

Heimdall was speechless, he didn't want to make things stand still, let alone alienate him from his friends, he stood up and hugged Leon, and said earnestly: "I know you are for me, I am grateful to you Leon, you are My most important friend, that will never change. Your calm clarity sometimes puts me to shame."

Leon patted him on the back, "I love you Rigg, I hope you are well."

"I know," Heimdall smiled suddenly. "You're embarrassing me for being so frank."

Leon, who seldom reveals his true feelings, is also a little unnatural, "There are also Carlo and Ryan, I love them too, you are all my friends."

Heimdall smiled slightly, and Leon bid farewell to the chairman's office with some embarrassment, leaving in a hurry.

Chairman Kenny sat in a chair for a while, and decided to have a good talk with his cousin on the weekend, and then he connected the fireplace of the goblin consultant.

After the green flame disappears, the fireplace is switched on.

"Hello, Consultant Newland."

Newlon has always been straightforward: [I can introduce you to a good lawyer. Although his private life is not too disgraceful, it does not affect the efficiency of his work. ] "...Thank you, I don't need it for now."

[It is very important to plan ahead, especially in divorce proceedings. 】

"Mr Kroom and I have no intention of divorcing."

[Your newspaper reports are well-organized. 】

"That's a tabloid reporter's forte. I didn't expect you to like to read that kind of wizard newspaper that only catches rumors."

After the rumors of the divorce spread, most of the requests for verification received by the couple came from other tabloids. The real mainstream media did not come to join in the fun, and their relatives and friends wisely ignored it.

Being ridiculed, Newlon immediately corrected his professional attitude: [Northern Comet has no problems with its accounts, and their net worth is clean, but they are very poor. 】The "very poor" that came out of the goblin's mouth should be discounted, that is, it is generally poor.

"That's good." Heimdall completely settled down. It's a bit of a trick to do so, but it's worth the money.

That's right, if you spend money to ask Nulun to check the accounts, the goblin doesn't uphold Lei Feng's spirit.

[Because you are not a stingy customer, we added a free gift. 】Nurem said seriously.

Chairman Kenny expressed his expectation.

[We went to check the accounts of Klaus' studio. 】

"Garon from Klaus' studio won't go to Gringotts." Klaus's studio trusts the wizard bank, maybe the other party is an acquaintance or relative of Adam.

Nulun Kuangba announced coolly and handsomely: [As long as the wizard uses the currency made by the goblin, there is no account that we cannot check. 】Chairman Kenny applauded vigorously, and then asked, "Is there something wrong with the account of Klaus Studio?"

[This is not what I said, I don't know anything. 】Nurem smiled very slyly.