HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 513 I Can't Understand Anyway

After the dinner, Heimdall took out his pocket watch to check the time and the sky, and then said to the two masters, "Would you like to have a drink?"

The two old men couldn't help but look at each other, then turned their eyes away as if being scalded by boiling water, and nodded almost at the same time.

Heimdall called his father and uncles and aunts again. Dear Victor, of course, must not forget.

Lucius found that they were back in the goblet again. Facing the familiar dirty and greasy seats, his uncle showed a patient expression. To Lucius, and sat down on a chair next to him indifferently.

At the dinner party, Heimdall saw Narcissa carefully avoiding those oily hands, frowning at some slovenly witches, and the handkerchief never left her palm.Her shoes were always spotless, and even the creases on her wizard robes remained unchanged for hours, but the current situation puzzled Heimdall.Women are wonderful creatures.They race against time and compare pennies and pennies, but sometimes they are more carefree and indifferent than men.

"This is a night of celebration," Chief Strulusson announced to everyone present. "I'll pay the bill tonight!"

Lucius crossed his arms and said unhurriedly, "It's a pity that there is only butter beer here." Uncle seemed to have exposed something.

"Everyone, feel free." Heimdall pretended not to hear anything.

The invitees present looked at each other, and pressed the corners of their mouths to pick up the list handed by the boss. The list verified Lucius' words, and there was only butter beer here.

"Give me a drink of Vitality."

"I want to be alive."

Lucius and Heimdall ordered almost at the same time.

"What is that?" Rommel tried to search on the list, but found nothing.

Heimdall reminded him to look at the reverse side, "Vigor is a Muggle cocktail drink that tastes like Huohuo toothpaste."

Rommel glanced at him and Lucius respectively, with strange eyes, and Lucius cleared his throat unnaturally.

"I want butter beer, made in Belgium." Rommel passed the order to Victor. After a while, Victor and the two old men ordered butter beer. It seemed that they didn't appreciate Huohuocao toothpaste.

After the drinks were served, everyone stood up and raised their glasses to celebrate Victor's award.

The master heroically killed a whole bottle of butter beer, and the head of the office, Strulusson, slapped the little hand redly, and the father could only sigh silently: "It's too big to stay."

"I saw Ms. Kosol talking to you just now, what's the matter? Could it be that she is congratulating you?" Lucius put down his glass with a mocking smile on his face.

Heimdall laughed, and Rommel said at this time: "She invited Rigg to host a party." The pride on Chairman Strulusson's face was obvious, and he did not choose to restrain it.

"Really?!" Lucius blinked in surprise, "Okay, Mr. Sturlusson, you have become a celebrity too." In order to increase popularity and achieve better publicity effects, purposeful evening parties A well-known wizard will be invited to host the party.

"It's not as good as you think," Heimdall shook his hand. "Ms. Kosor said that it was just a small-scale party, and there would be no celebrities, political figures, and famous scholars. Ordinary ones could not be more ordinary. I tried to imagine that there were no celebrities and no pressure, only a group of people. Children who get cared for and kind people who are willing to give, I think I should be able to control that kind of scene, so I agreed."

"When will it be held?" asked Matt Jacobs.

"It's tentatively scheduled for December [-]th. The specifics will depend on the implementation in the early stage and whether the guests are willing to show respect." Heimdall shrugged.

The grown-ups here don't see this as a problem.

"December [-]th?" Matthias Jacob took out his notepad, turned to a certain page, and tapped it with his index finger, "Oh, I'm free that day, maybe I will attend."

"Really? That's great!" Heimdall smiled.

"What are you kidding! It's a UNICEF dinner, why don't you volunteer as a second-rate astronomer!" Mr. Hernando glanced sideways, looking very displeased with Matt Jacobs.

Matt Jacobs sneered, "At the beginning of this year, I gave a voluntary tutoring for the teachers of the teacher class established by the Kosol Foundation. You heard me clearly. Obligation, duty, tutoring, tutoring In other words, I have given them help for free, and they will definitely invite me!"

Hernando frowned, "Why haven't I heard of it?"

"What are you, a third-rate astronomer, well, the study of magical animals has made some achievements, but it's a pity that it's not serious. By the way, you call this a hobby."

Hernando blushed from being choked, but he did not forget to fight back vigorously, "Don't be complacent! Whether you will be invited or not is not sure, you always like to be sentimental!"

Matthias' face collapsed, and the cheerful atmosphere froze immediately.

Seeing that the two old men were about to break up, Mr. Malfoy, known for his tact and habit of dealing with emergencies, decided to change the subject immediately.

"What brought Ms. Kosol to you?" Lucius handed over the task of enlivening the atmosphere to someone who had vowed to treat him.

"Because of an unpopular set of textbooks." Heimdall took over. "Ms. Kosol said that the foundation of the textbook I participated in editing is promoting to remote areas. I think the key is that the price of that textbook is cheaper than other books, because they are slow-moving goods that cannot be sold."

The two old men didn't care about the sales of the books, they cared more about the people who compiled the books.

"Have you edited a book?" Hernando said in disbelief.

Matt Jacobs was also surprised. He was in a daze for a moment, and suddenly pointed at Heimdall and shouted, "Sturlusson!" The other hand slapped his thigh vigorously, "I remember!" Startled everyone else.

"I'm sorry?" Hernando didn't open his mouth like before, but looked at his in-laws with concern, as if they were sick.

Matt Jacobs couldn't help talking to him, and said with a smile: "I remembered, I used the textbooks designated by the foundation when I gave tutoring lessons to those teachers. I did see Sturlusson in the editor column. I didn’t pay attention to this surname at the time, but I forgot it later.”

"You still edit textbooks for astronomy?" Hernando still remembered his evaluation of Heimdall's partiality when they first met.

"No, I only participated in the writing of Charms and Transfiguration, and mainly focused on black magic and a small part of ancient runes involved in it."

Hernando pursed his lips, "I just said you're biased."

Matt Jacobs said with emotion, "If it wasn't for the compulsory tutoring, I wouldn't even know there was such a set of textbooks."

Heimdall said: "The set of books is experimental in nature, and you should have discovered that each subject in it has its own personality. They completely abandon the inherent trajectory of textbooks and are more active, open and full of interest. .”

Also because of its unconventional way, it is difficult to promote it in magic schools, because everyone has textbooks suitable for their own teaching style, and forms an inherent textbook-centered library of the school, and changing the teaching style, It takes courage and time to try to create a new style, and it also requires a "sacrifice spirit". Any principal with normal thinking will never find another way when he is flat.What's more, this set of textbooks also openly includes a very disgraceful subject, which is one of the first reasons why most schools frown on it.

Perhaps only a wizard like Nero Golden dares to emphasize the shortcomings of the existing textbooks in front of the principal and ask the school to make changes for him; The students said, "Don't tell me that you can't understand the textbook I selected. What kind of basic teaching is bullshit. The previous four years were wasted?" I can tell you clearly that whether you understand it or not, I will only use it. In this book, the four-year basic teaching is not for you to learn uncommon words, only idiots can never grasp the key points, because people without brains don't understand that time passes!"

No one in the fifth grade, including Heimdall, dared to refute this. They were unwilling to look like "idiots" and admit that they were brainless.

Pulling away, get back to business.

"It's an interesting set of books." Matthias Jacobs didn't disagree with Heimdall.

And what Hernando didn't know, but Matt Jacobs knew very well?This shouldn't have happened, Hernando couldn't sit still, and said to Heimdall: "Give me a set."

Heimdall couldn't laugh or cry, "I don't run a bookstore," and then added, "If you can, give me your mailing address, and I'll send it to you when I get back."

Hernando nodded, took out a pen and paper to write down the mailing address, suddenly remembered something, and asked with bright eyes, "Let that queen falcon deliver the package to me!"

"It's called Olar."

"You can call it whatever you want, don't forget."

Heimdall smiled.

"By the way, send me some information about the animals in the photos, especially the little Chimera, the more detailed the better. I really can't wait..." Hernando stared at Haim Dahl asked. "When will we arrange a meeting outside the school, I want to meet those animals sooner."

"Let's make an appointment at that time, I can't answer you right now." Heimdall said apologetically.

"Actually, I can't fix the time immediately." Hernando stroked his disheveled hair. Unlike Mr. Sturluson, who seemed to be busy, Mr. Hernando really couldn't help himself.

"Keep in touch." Heimdall raised Hernando's mailing address in his hand.

"That's the only way to go." The old man looked disappointed.

At this time, Matt Jacobs focused his attention on the old man who had been silently listening to him, and his favor for him gradually increased. In recent years, the old guy has been particularly disgusted with those dreamers who only talk about boasting but don't do practical things. A young man like Kedo, who is calm, steady and genuine, is the type that old guys appreciate.

"It's a pity that I don't have a daughter," Matthias Jacob shook his head while staring at Victor. "The only son is already married."

Victor was taken aback by the sudden compliment, and then smiled and thanked him.

"I hope you happen to have no unmarried nephews, nieces, nephews, nieces..." Heimdall looked serious.

Matt Jacobs couldn't help laughing, and the others couldn't help grinning, too.

Victor, with a gentle smile on his face, stretched out his hand to stroke Heimdall's forehead. The latter blinked his eyes and lowered his head to drink his drink, seemingly obediently.

Hernando met and asked, "When will you get married?"

Matt Jacobs gave him a blank look, and sometimes he really felt that this old man was not generally reckless.

At that moment, the master's little heart thumped very hard.

"What are you talking about? There's no proof. How old is my son?" Rommel's face was displeased, as if he found out that his little girl was touched by someone.

Probably realizing that the thoughtless remarks just now were disliked by others, Hernando smiled apologetically at Rommel, and put the topic to rest.

The master is melancholy.

At two o'clock in the morning, the goblin hotel rented out the room.

Victor walked out of the bathroom with a towel on his head, and found that there was no one in front of the fireplace. He walked slowly through the entire bedroom to the innermost double bed, and there was indeed a person here.I saw Heimdall wearing a discounted pajamas from a clothing store - it was printed with strange flowers and plants that could not be named - sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding a large trophy in both hands, lovingly stroking After a little bit of fingerprints on it, wipe it off with your sleeve in a hurry, touch it after wiping it, wipe it again after touching it, and repeat this cycle.

"Are you going to sleep with this broken cup?"

"What a broken cup, it's the best seeker trophy!" Heimdall pointed hard at the handwriting engraved on the edge of the cup, and quickly wiped off his fingerprints with his sleeve after pointing.

Victor doesn't like this trophy now.

"Here, give me the cup." Victor took it away from Heimdall's hand, and Heimdall followed it all the way until Victor placed it on the fireplace.

"This location is not bad, the center of the room, you can see it from any angle." Victor thought to himself that he should get rid of the broken cup now, but he saw Heimdall jumped out of bed and ran over , gestured for a long time in front of the fireplace, and kept moving the trophy.

"What are you doing?" Victor felt the urge to throw the trophy into the fire.

"I can't see the opal on the cup there, and half of your name is covered." Heimdall carefully adjusted it to the best angle he thought. "Look, this is perfect."

"My dear," said Victor. "I need your attention." He stepped forward to hug Heimdall, and made him face himself.

Heimdall shuddered and couldn't help touching his arm.

Victor continued, "Let's go to bed."

Heimdall didn't resist at all, just stared blankly at the master, was led all the way to the bed by the master, then lifted the quilt and lay down.

"I hope you look at me and only at me." Victor whispered in Heimdall's ear.

All of Heimdall's attention was focused on the inexplicable touch brought by Victor's words. The voice turned into an incredible force to crush him, wrap him, touch him, and he could still feel Victor The climax under the restless skin is just like my own.

"I don't understand what you're talking about at all, but that's not important, I think they are wonderful," Heimdall said with a look of intoxication. "It's beautiful French."

"Bulgarian."

"What does that matter?" Heimdall kissed the master's lips. "I don't understand anyway."

Their lips pressed together, the sweetness continued...and then he was suddenly pushed away.

Victor glared at Heimdall who sat up in disbelief, the accusation on his face made people feel sad.

Heimdall said to him: "It will be right away. I just want to make sure that I can see the opal on the trophy from this angle."

"...I'm going to burn it!" The master, who endured the humiliation, finally lost control and roared.