sinovels Chapter 719 Pros and Cons
Chapter 719 Pros and Cons
one,
In order to verify the results of this period of time, Heimdall entered the kitchen under Hina's reluctant gaze.In the following time, during the clumsy operation of the owner, there were one or two thrilling screams from time to time.
Facing the sensitive and fragile house elf, Heimdall has no choice but to ask Dodoma, who is accompanying his father, to take his girlfriend away quickly.If this continues, the two kitchen knives he commanded will fight each other left and right.
Without further ado, Dodoma took Hina to the other side of the kitchen, away from the fireplace - looking at the pleasant scenery outside the window to make their specialty snacks.
Rommel and Victor had some snacks and tea, and chatted for a while. Afterwards, Rommel, accompanied by Victor, entered the double-decker bus from the north door.
"This floor is filled with broomsticks and other equipment," Victor introduced.
The double-decker bus was refurbished at the same time as the construction of the Knights Building. The inner wall was re-pasted with a layer of white wallpaper with a concave and convex texture. The wallpaper was painted with abstract forest patterns in brown and light yellow.The childlike sun wall lamps are installed between the windows, and the lighting in the bus is very sufficient.
Although it seems to be used as a warehouse, the furnishings are all in good order.
Rommel praised their house-elf.
"Do you need to call Xina out to thank you?" Victor said jokingly.
Rommel pondered seriously, "For the sake of my quality of life in the future, I should be more considerate of my house elf."
He was referring to Hina and Dodoma, and Victor understood what he meant and smiled slightly.
"What's that?" Rommel frowned when he saw a big iron frame.
Things made of two big wheels are not very beautiful.
"Bicycle." Victor explained.
"...I've heard of it." Rommel raised his eyebrows. "Looks like a means of transportation."
"I guess. The term means of transportation mainly depends on the location. Some Muggles use it for transportation, and some Muggles prefer it as a sport."
"This must be Rigg's idea." Rommel was decisive.
"You guessed wrong." Victor said unhurriedly. "I bought this, but Rigg usually rides it."
Rommel was not offended or embarrassed by the failure of his guess – embarrassment?It hadn't visited Chairman Sturluson for a long time, probably after he was 40 years old.
"Why let him ride... this thing is for riding?"
"Like a broom," Victor asked. "Would you like to try it?"
"Do not."
Victor was not surprised.
They went up to the second floor along the widened staircase with handrails.
It's full of trophies, all kinds of Quidditch trophies, medals, medals, and certificates of various honors Rigg has won.When Rommel saw that it was not Krum's glory placed in the most prominent position, but the Sugar Mouse Contest trophy belonging to Rigg, the corners of Rommel's mouth turned up involuntarily.
Victor knew that his persistence was not in vain.
Rommel looked around and said, "Let's go to the yard and have a look. I'm very curious about the silver flower fire tree mentioned in Rieger's letter."
two,
The two walked back to the house from the yard, when they heard a faint commotion.
Victor quickly moved towards the gate, and Rommel followed slowly.
In the living room, Heimdall was happily embracing Snow Sturlusson and saying hello, and Mionnier also had a happy expression on his face.
As they approached, they heard Heimdall asking Snow, "...I thought they wouldn't come."
Snow picked up the child and kissed it, "No one can compare to our Mionir!"
Xiaomi was amused and giggled non-stop.
Victor glanced at Rommel, and Rommel thought calmly: Is it worth making a fuss about?Can the girlfriend match the family?
The dinner was very sumptuous. Fortunately, Heimdall had self-knowledge and did not insist on taking the lead. The staple food was completed by Hina and Dodoma. Heimdall provided some tips during the tasting and helped them perfect the recipe.The pie after the main course was Heimdall's masterpiece. To say it is a masterpiece is a bit exaggerated, but considering the concentration that Director Sturluson used to deal with Potions, it is not too much to be called a "masterpiece".
Minced meat fig pie, the minced meat has been slightly processed, and the aroma of charcoal grilling is just right. Although the time for marinating the figs is not in place, the baking heat of the pie needs to be improved: it loses moisture and taste, and it is not bad for beginners. .
Everyone's unanimous praise made Director Sturluson a little embarrassed. He also ate pie and knew his own level. Their unthinking exaggeration made him both moved and funny.
The most honest one belonged to Mionir—under the earnest gaze of his son, Heimdall gave him a bite of his piece, and Baby Millet didn't ask for a second bite.
After the meal, Hina delivered the drinks, and opened a bottle of light sparkling wine for Heimdall alone——Director Sturlusson, a bumpkin who doesn't know how to appreciate it, drank the fruity sparkling wine as a soda with great enjoyment .
"You don't know that about Rigg, do you?" Rommel took a sip from the cup after finishing speaking, and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly to look at the golden liquid in the cup.
Snow knew who Rommel was speaking to, but he didn't rush to speak.
"How?" Victor, who had paid attention early in the morning, couldn't help asking.
"Well, not bad." It's not easy for Chairman Sturluson to make such an evaluation on the issue of wine.
Victor nodded seemingly calmly.
Only Heimdall knew how proud the master was, and he had spent a lot of thought on this day.
Heimdall temporarily put aside his doubts about Rommel's previous words, and hurriedly spoke good words for her husband.
"Is it really good? I don't know much about wine, so don't say what you mean."
Rommel couldn't hear his son's irony, so he said angrily, "It's really good."
Heimdall smiled, not afraid of his father's face.
"This is a handcrafted hometown wine from Kazanlak. I heard that every family there brews it."
"The Rose Valley in Bulgaria?" Rommel asked.
"Yes, in addition to roses and yogurt, wine is also famous, but only those who know how to know it." Heimdall said happily. "The wine of the ancient city of Veliko Tarnovo is also famous for a long time. The grapes used for wine making in France were transplanted from there. Victor has collected several bottles. Would you like to try it?"
Rommel has long been eager to try it, and he is not afraid of their jokes, complaining, "Why didn't you take it out when you ate just now?"
The Italian wine that Rommel was used to drinking was arranged on the table.
Heimdall smiled, asked Hina to take a bottle, and poured it for Rommel himself.
Rommel shook the glass, appreciating it skillfully and quickly for a while, and took a sip from the glass.
"Very good," Rommel commented. "There is a unique rustic atmosphere, with a unique flavor."
Heimdall was very happy that Victor's vision was affirmed. He stood up and poured a glass for both Victor and Snow.
"You just said..." After Heimdall sat down, he was entangled by Xiaomi who had temporarily stopped entertaining himself. He picked up his son and put him on his lap.
"Your Uncle Snow has a girlfriend, that's all I want to say." Rommel cut to the chase.
"Really?!" Heimdall turned his head to look at Snow, who was so calm that he seemed to stay out of the matter.
Heimdall was a little uncertain.
"...How do you know each other?" Heimdall dismissed the idea of congratulations, it seems that Shushu doesn't need it.
"She's the director of the Quidditch planning office." Snow said concisely, and seemed to have no interest in discussing the topic in depth.
office manager?That is to work in the Ministry of Magic. Without certain qualifications, you can't get into the director level.
"How old? If you don't mind revealing..." Heimdall asked.
Snow said casually, "Two years older than me."
Snow is 33 this year, two years older than him... Heimdall thinks that this is not a problem. In the wizarding world, age seems to be just a decoration, and it is an insignificant decoration.
"How do you look?" Victor asked, but Snow gave him a cold glance.
The master raised the corner of his mouth innocently, oh, is this showing anger?
"It must be a big beauty." Heimdall said sweetly flattering words.
"It's not a big beauty, but it's pretty pretty." Rommel said to himself.
"Being able to say that to Dad means that she is really a beauty." Heimdall suddenly became very confident.
The three men expressed their puzzlement at the same time.
"Dad has had so many girlfriends, so he must have become numb to beautiful women. The evaluation of 'a bit pretty' is definitely not just a literal meaning."
The laughter of Snow and Victor spread, and Rommel's face darkened instantly.
"Who taught you this?"
Does this still need to be taught?Almost every day in the wizarding gossip newspapers involving Northern Europe, there are such and such gossip about Chairman Lu Song.
"I subscribed to the "Nordic Wizard Pictorial" at work." Heimdall tried to confess under pressure.
"It's okay to read that kind of thing!" Looking at Rommel's expression, he knew how much he hated that newspaper.
"Regularly understand the customs of the Nordic wizarding world."
"Gossiping about human favors?"
Heimdall kept a straight face, not daring to show even a hint of a smile.
In fact, "Nordic Wizard Illustrated" is still very interesting. In addition to sensational gossip, real-time comments are deeply rooted in people's hearts, and Heimdall's favorite discount and promotion section is quite impressive.
"In the future, don't read gossip that is speculative." Rommel said while biting his pipe.
"Without that section, what's there to see..." Heimdall didn't finish his muttering, but was stunned by his father's slap in the face, and shut his mouth in embarrassment.
"This unlucky kid is really annoying, whose family!" Rommel complained.
Victor and Snow glared at him in unison.
The old god Rommel was asking and answering himself, "Well, yes, it belongs to my family."
Master Krum wanted to speak several times, but he held back.
"My house..."
Several adults looked towards the source of the sound, and saw Mionier scooping up ice cream with a spoon and stuffing it into his mouth, imitating himself talking to himself: "...my family's... unlucky child... what else is there to see... Gossiping..." The expression really looked like that.
The adults couldn't help laughing, Xiaomi raised his head when he heard the laughter, blinked blankly, and showed a silly smile with great participation.Now everyone laughed more happily.
"That's right, it belongs to your family!" Little Baba kissed Xiaomi's cheek forcefully.
At the same time, I did not forget to warn myself that I should be cautious when speaking in front of my children in the future. If I fail to set a good example, it is hard to guarantee that he will not follow suit.
Xiaomi pouted her lips full of chocolate ice cream, leaving several dark marks on Xiao Papa's face.
three,
"If there is anything that needs to be changed, you can tell Hina." Heimdall said standing at the door.
Rommel looked around and saw him still standing at the door when he turned around, he waved, pointed to the sofa chair in front of the fireplace and said, "Come, chat with me for a while."
"I still want..."
Rommel interrupted him, "There are house elves here, nothing to do with you. Those two people are full of Quidditch now, don't rush to prove their existence now."
Victor took Snow to visit their medal room. With Snow's enthusiasm for Quidditch, he couldn't come back for a while.
Heimdall entered the door with a smile, and sat down under the instructions of his father.
"I'm very satisfied with the layout of the room," Rommel emphasized when he saw what Heimdall was about to say. "I live with my son for a few days, just like home, I will not bear any discomfort."
Heimdall closed his mouth, and said after a while, "If you don't mind, you can stay for a few more days. Victor and I are very welcome. We are also considering connecting the fireplace in the dining room, or directly connecting with your office. connect."
Rommel thought both proposals sounded good.
"How's it going?" Rommel asked.
"That's it. There is no difference between before marriage and after marriage. We are very used to having each other in our lives. The biggest difference is Mionier. Now when we think about problems, we must learn to take care of our children, and we can't do whatever we want like before."
Rommel felt that he himself had not changed since he had a child and when he had no child. Considering that it was Snow who made Ligera bigger, his father was very wise not to tell the truth.
"What about work? Are you comfortable?" Rommel said casually.
How far does this person have to be to be able to sit comfortably in his post?Heimdall smiled slightly at Rommel's humorous approach.
"It's quite comfortable. After becoming a full-time employee, the things I come into contact with are completely different from before. I have gradually seen the unbelievable side of wizard law, and there are some unreasonable legal provisions. Usually, they are enforced."
"Your job is the International Wizengamot, and your foothold is not an ordinary small court. What you see and hear is bound to be more complicated and broader."
Heimdall nodded, and suddenly thought of an "interesting thing".
"A while ago, IW was going to re-examine the old case. I contacted a wizard, of course, in prison. His crime was an attempted suicide."
Rommel was not unusual, "The prisoner isn't young, is he?"
"82."
"There is no 'suicide attempt' anymore."
"Yes." Heimdall said.
Rommel hesitated, "Anything else?"
Heimdall nodded, "Also, some countries in Africa, South America, and the Middle East still implement this: pure-blood wizards are strictly prohibited from committing suicide."
"This is caused by historical reasons. I thought it had been completely banned." Rommel changed his sitting position.
Heimdall laughed and said, "It's funny when you think about it. It turns out that there was a period of time when all the pure-blood wizards in the world were not killed by me. If you succeed in suicide, you'll be fine. If you don't, you'll have to face prosecution."
"And more often than not," Rommel said. "Those who fail to die will not try again."
"That's really unlucky, and he will be sentenced after he survives."
"The wizarding government does not advocate pure-blood suicide." Rommel said solemnly.
Heimdall laughed, and after the laughter passed, his expression became subtle.
"Last month, Victor took me to Rhodope Manor to visit Mrs. Krum."
Rommel waited for the following.
"The old lady said a lot of strange things. I don't know if it's my illusion or some other reason. I always feel that her attitude towards me has changed."
Rommel took down the pipe in his mouth, "Are you implying to me that she has finally realized that the deal is done and decided to open her heart to you?"
"If she had given in so easily, Anna wouldn't have been feigning illness for so many years." Heimdall said calmly.
Rommel smiled, and although he said nothing about his "sharpness" on the surface, he expressed his sincere appreciation for his clear understanding in his heart.
"What did she say? Older people can't help but talk nonsense." Rommel didn't care about the old lady's stereotyped style at all.
"Tell me a lot about the family history of the Krum family, and also mentioned that their family has a lot of land, the achievements of Twin Peaks Mountain, etc... Before leaving, they gave me a wizard card." Heimdall looked blankly, Seems to be in some kind of contemplation.
Rommel frowned, "Are you confused?"
"It wasn't like that," Heimdall recalls. "Some of her behavior... is the kind of incoherent performance, which makes people feel very deliberate, as if she is afraid that others will not know that something is wrong with her."
Rommel thought that if the old woman tried to sabotage by playing tricks, it would probably backfire.As one of IW's key training targets, Rigg received not only the training of judges, but also all-round courses for wizards, police detectives, and Aurors.If you want to play tricks in front of him, you can't do it without certain acting skills.Mrs. Krum's skill is obviously not up to the level of a senior acting school.
"You didn't discuss it with Victor?" Rommel couldn't figure out why, and he didn't want to bother about the old woman.
"No," Heimdall hesitated. "I didn't show the slightest doubt on this matter, nor did I ask any questions about it. Something may have happened to the Krum family recently. He has been very busy."
Rommel narrowed his eyes, "Didn't he tell you something?"
"No." Heimdall didn't seem to take it very seriously, because he didn't notice Rommel's unhappiness. "I guess it might have something to do with money. Since Victor didn't say anything, it's not easy for me to ask, lest people in the Krum family think I have ulterior motives. And I don't tell Victor everything..."
Rommel originally wanted to take the opportunity to teach him a lesson.What is "with ulterior motives"?Jumping to conclusions without knowing anything?Even if it really had something to do with money, could it be that Rommel Strulusson's son still lacked that little money for food and clothing?But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them again.It's all Krum's fault, and he thought he cared more about Rieger, but Lu Yao knows horsepower, so such a trivial matter has been exposed.Rommel irritated Heimdall for taking it for granted, and he kind of hated iron for being weak.
Chairman Strulusson thought about it for a second, he didn't know it was just right, and Rieger didn't care about getting involved.
After realizing it, Director Stulusson came back and quickly explained, "It's not that Victor didn't want to tell me, he said that he needs to find out the ins and outs first, because he himself is at a loss and doesn't know how to say it." .”
In fact, Heimdall himself had some guesses. If it was just an ordinary financial problem, the master would never hesitate.Could it be that there is something unspeakable?
Rommel felt much better. It seemed that Klum was not completely hopeless.
Poor lord, Rommel finally got Rommel to give up "Krum" and call him by his name, but without knowing it, he went back to before liberation.
"After that, Mrs. Krum sent several invitations one after another, inviting me to have a gathering," Heimdall said.
"So positive?" Rommel's conspiracy theory conjecture inevitably swelled.
"……I did not go."
"Not even once?"
"Never once."
"You didn't mean to play your temper, did you?"
"I have to go to work. She always picks a weekday, and I try to write back to her, suggesting to move the time to a weekend, or if she wants, after work, but she is unmoved, confident, and said in stern words that it is overdue No waiting. Maybe she thinks my work is not worth mentioning, and nothing is as important as her invitation." Heimdall smiled wryly.
"Old Mrs. Kroom has sat on the commanding chair for too long, forgetting that the chair is not as high as she thought," Rommel said without hesitation, "If she really intends to have sex with you Letting go of the past, not being stubborn, shows that she has no sincerity, so ignore her."
Heimdall has the idea of going to the appointment, and he has half a day off next Monday.
At this time, Mionier, who was wearing a one-piece pajamas with a plush pattern, ran in with a coloring book.
"Rig, story."
The book was brand new - it was a gift from Snow that Snow had brought to him today. Baby Mi couldn't wait to crawl on the bed after eating. The child seemed to think that storybooks were read on the bed.
"I'll read a story to the child first, you..." Heimdall took his son's little hand.
Rommel waved his hand, "I've heard enough of 'bedtime stories'."
four,
Ludwig Brown put down the newspaper in his hand, and at another table across the row of seats, a child was crying.Several young people surrounded the boy. The child's cries were quiet at first, and then suddenly amplified, sobbing and crying repeatedly.
"...No...I didn't..." Words like "..." came intermittently.
Brown wondered with interest how familiar the scene was, how it reminded him of the past.It was an annoying past, but now he does not object to taking it out and looking through it occasionally, as long as it is within the range he can tolerate.
The young people began to reprimand impatiently. The reckless behavior stimulated the child's already sensitive nerves, and the heart-piercing cries became uncontrollable.
Brown folded the newspaper and placed it on the table.
One young man stood up impatiently, and as a signal, others followed suit, frowning in disgust.The child stubbornly refused to persuade him to stay.The impulsive young people left him, pushed the door and walked away.
The boy lay down on the table aggrieved and cried loudly.
Brown attracted the bewildered female boss—this is a cheap family restaurant, and the female boss delivered the boy a cup of comprehensive banana split, which was a luxury for that age group, within 1 minute.The boy forgot to cry, stopped crying under the patient persuasion of the female boss, and looked at Brown.
Brown's temperament can be deceiving, he can be refined, he can be gentle, he can even be submissive.He won't make people vigilant at the first moment, nor will people be fortified against him, he can come to you quietly.
Adults are still caught off guard, let alone a ten-year-old child.
Brown guessed he was around 12 years old.
Brown came to the boy with the newspaper. The boy paused and did not refuse.
Brown didn't speak, and opened the newspaper to browse the current events.After eating a third of the banana split, the boy put down his spoon and looked up at him uneasily.
"Is there anything you need, sir?"
Brown knew he had made the right choice. This child was not a fledgling under the wings of his parents. He knew the "rules of the river and lake."
"Why are you crying?" Brown was not in a hurry, and spoke in a slightly casual tone, which is usually useful for people who are in a fragile mood.
"Miss Cleaver said I stole something, I admitted it, but I didn't." There were still tears in the boy's eyes.
The boy talked nonsense, but Brown immediately fell into character.
"Why do you admit it?" Brown asked blankly.
"She used some methods... I don't know how to put it... I don't want to admit it, but I can't stand her looking at me like that... Then other classmates started looking at me like that... I can't stand it..."
"I get it, she firmly believes that you stole things, and then hints at this emotion to other people, or she acts as if other people know."
The boy wiped his eyes, "...I don't quite understand what you said, it should make sense, I think you must have understood me."
Brown was noncommittal, "What's missing?"
"A golden quill, that thing is so beautiful, the students in the class are very envious."
Brown thought of something, and his heart moved.
"Whose thing is it?"
"Miss Cleaver's, she is our junior Charms teacher."
"Why did she think you took it?"
The boy hesitated for a while, "I used to steal things...but I can assure you, I have changed it!"
Brown still didn't comment, "What magic school did you go to?"
"It's not a magic school. I'm in a refresher class affiliated with UNICEF." Maybe it felt a lot better to complain to a stranger, and the boy picked up the spoon and ate again.
"What foundation?"
"The Kosol Foundation."
Brown made a look of sudden realization, "My friend's child is also in the Kosol Refresher Class, and I thought it was a magic school."
"The Kosol advanced training class originally only recruited orphans. With the establishment of word of mouth, many children from decent families were also sent to the pre-school tutoring class." The boy asked curiously, "What is the name of your friend's child?"
"George Krum, nicknamed Boye."
The boy's face collapsed, "It's him."
"Do you know?"
"The young master of the Krum family, who in Bulgaria doesn't know about it." The boy curled his lips uncontrollably.
Brown smiled meaningfully, "You don't get along very well?"
The boy blushed slightly, but his tone was very precocious, "We are not the same kind of people, we can't play together."
Brown's smile deepened at his words.
A young girl hurried in and was relieved to see the boy sitting there peacefully.
Brown noticed that she was not one of the group of impatient young men just now.
The girl was dressed like a Muggle, which is a common look for wizarding orphans.
"Simon!" she called, stopping at the table.
The boy raised his head abruptly, and when he saw her, tears of grievance began to flicker in his eyes again.
"Buta..."
"Don't cry, don't cry," Buta took out a handkerchief and wiped his face. "Come back with me first."
The boy quickly dropped the spoon and stood up.
"This is..." Buta looked at Brown warily.
"He's a good man. He bought me a banana split. At the beginning of the year, you said you'd pay me for a banana split, but you haven't bought it yet." The boy's complaints made Buta's cheeks slightly warm, but she ignored it.
"Thank you." Buta thanked the boy, pulling the boy.
"No," Brown waved. "He seems to have been wronged. I'm just a nosy person who likes to fight against injustice."
The boy laughed, "Look, I said he is a good man."
Buta wanted to cover the kid's mouth, and she gave Brown a dry smile.
Brown said empathetically, "You seem to have something to do."
"Ah, yes."
"Let's go then." Brown made a "please" gesture.
Buta hesitated, but experience taught her not to respond rashly to a stranger's behavior.
She nodded and pulled the boy out with a smile on her face.
The boy turned his head reluctantly.
Brown lip-synced to him: Waiting for you here tomorrow.Then blink.
The boy blinked too, and left contentedly.
Brown watched them disappear behind the door with a smile, picked up the newspaper with an unchanged expression, and asked the proprietress to refill a pot of tea.
He has always been very patient in the things he is interested in.