HP's Foreign Land

one,

Even weirder, Heimdall thought.

They sat for a while in the richly detailed Victorian living room, full of one-on-one conversations between Victor and Otsum, with the rest of the group as foils, and his father Rommel not saying a word.Apart from the initial mutual introduction, Mrs. Dalton ended her only curiosity about Heimdall as if she had completed her mission. Judging from the performance of that lady, "only curiosity" may be just a cover.

Her greetings to Victor were even more blunt and perfunctory. Her eyes stayed on Mionier's face for a moment, just like the emotion she showed when she saw Heimdall, trying to find something through the five senses of the father and son. Looking at something, she inadvertently revealed an incomprehensible pleasure when she looked back, and this fleeting expression of true feelings made Heimdall feel uncomfortable for no reason.

She didn't expect to see herself, and as time went by, Heimdall became more and more certain of her conclusion.

Why?Is her life so leisurely and boring?Trying to pass the time by having a meal with a junior who turned her off from conversation?

Heimdall brought doubts to the dinner table, and the sense of disobedience began to materialize.

If his hearing is correct, this is Osam's solitary residence, which is ridiculously spacious and more than enough for one person, so Victor and Heimdall didn't show any signs of behavior when they saw the long table. Too surprised.The layout of this house was obviously not intended to be a single apartment, the chairs beside the long table could accommodate all the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix.

Today, however, only 6 people dine.The guests all sat on the right side of the host, and Osam sat alone on the left side.The strange feeling came again. Mrs. Dalton sat at one end of the long table as a matter of course—it was the hostess's seat. Rommel, who was supposed to sit with the family of three, seemed to be casually seated by Mrs. Dalton. Under the arrangement, he sat at the other end of the long table, which was the host's seat.

A strange seating pattern had now formed, with the five sitting closer together, with Mrs Dalton farther away from them at the far end.

No one expressed any objection to this, and everyone seemed to accept the arrangement without hesitation. When Osam entered the dining room, he had the house elf - Winky - replace the flower arrangement placed in the center of the table to set off the flowers. The utensils are changed from bottles to metal trays, so that the view on the table is widened.

Heimdall didn't realize the mystery for a while, until he accidentally broke some truth, and the mystery of this move surfaced.Thanks to the training given by the police corps, Heimdall has developed the skill of keeping his eyes open and watching all directions. Mrs. Dalton's attention is obviously not on them. In addition, she has nothing else to do except eat, so she has nothing to do. More opportunities to observe the crowd.

Then he found that the seemingly unreasonable Mrs. Dalton was always looking at someone intentionally or unintentionally. At first he thought Mrs. Dalton was paying attention to Osam, but whenever Rommel and Osam During the conversation, Mrs. Dalton's eyes changed subtly. It was not the way a mother looked at her son, but the way a woman looked at a man.

There were two people who spoke from time to time during the dinner, assuming she wasn't looking at Osam...

Something is about to come out.

What the hell!

Heimdall was startled, and looked at Victor involuntarily. The latter looked at his nose, his nose, and his heart, and the old monk sent food to his mouth as if he was in a trance, as if he was indifferent to everything around him.

Heimdall collected his mind and imitated Victor to concentrate on eating and serving his son.

The lunch was very rich and tasted good, but it was still not very comfortable. Of course, there are human factors in it.

Not long after the lunch was over, Rommel suddenly offered to leave, and he really accepted Mrs. Dalton's invitation to lunch, and left after a meal.Osam didn't seem to be surprised, he didn't say anything about symbolic retention, and Mrs. Dalton didn't have the slightest awareness of showing her kindness to the landlord. After a simple farewell, he watched them leave the living room.

Osam led them all the way to the door, and looked at Heimdall with a smile. After all, Heimdall is not a fledgling idiot. He has a very good superficial skill, and vividly interprets a cousin who is estranged through intimacy.

Osam's smile widened even more.

Rommel seemed to know nothing about the smokeless wrestling between the two, and he said to Osam: "I have seen it before, and I hope there will be no next time."

This is very absolute, and Rommel is not afraid of turning his face at all.

Dad's decisiveness made Heimdall, who had just realized something, have a new understanding.

"Mom has given up a long time ago." Osam's carefree attitude contrasted sharply with the words in his mouth.

"Then show what a 'dead heart' should look like!" Rommel's tone was chillingly cold.

Osam returned to the living room, and Andrea, who was standing by the window, turned around after a while, and Osam sat down without saying a word.Andrea didn't need him to say anything, through that window, she could see that person leave, just like before, she gave up the unique British environment without hesitation, and took root in Northern Europe.

Andrea walked to Osam, and Osam put down the cup as his mother wished, and let his mother's palm touch his cheek.

"Only my Osam is the most similar, and no one can change this." Andrea whispered, the persistence in her eyes made people uneasy.

Osam didn't make a difference. After a while, he took away his mother's hand, picked a piece of candy from the snack plate, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Of course they look alike. Rommel and Snow are uncle’s biological sons. Snow looks more like his aunt. Rommel and his uncle are very similar. His mother, Andrea, is his uncle’s biological sister. It’s not surprising that he looks like his uncle. , since the mother was obsessed and satisfied that he was like Rommel, it was like Rommel, and Ossam had learned not to justify this.

The reason why Andrea finally couldn't bear to see Heimdall was nothing more than to confirm her guess with her own eyes. After today, her heart disease will heal without medicine. The similarity between Heimdall and Rommel is limited. Demi O'Neill is a double of Victor Krum.

Andrea, who was two years younger than Rommel, and Rommel were almost childhood sweethearts. She knew all about Rommel very well. Osam was forced to imitate his cousin since he was a child, especially when it came to dressing and behaving. Family and friends all praised Osam's excellence——Ms. Dalton is an expert in educating her son, who can see through the obsession and sustenance buried deep in her heart that cannot be expressed?

Mr. Dalton, who is in the same bed with different dreams, is kept in the dark. Every time he dreams at midnight, he regrets that he can't stay with his "true love" forever, but he doesn't criticize his son.

The qualifications of Mr. Dalton Jr. are obvious to all.

Only Osam understood that Andrea never positioned him as Master Dalton, he was Rommel's "son".Thinking of Rommel's expression when he saw him for the first time, Osam couldn't help laughing. Seeing the face of that stable cousin change, it was really gratifying to recall afterwards.

two,

They didn't go home right away, they walked along the street for a while, saw the sign of the wizard's cold drink shop, so they opened the door and entered.Mionnier ate a few mouthfuls of milk ice cream and yawned sleepily. Heimdall held the baby and put him on the chair in the booth after the milk boy fell asleep.

Rommel didn't like desserts, so he got up and walked to the cashier. Heimdall drank his drink without a sip. Victor, who was reading the newspapers provided in the store, laughed, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Heimdall raised his eyes, "Do you know something?"

"What are you referring to?"

"Are you still playing tricks?!"

Viktor found it even more interesting to see him blowing his hair, "Krum and Sturlusson are relatives in law."

"So you know?"

"It's not very clear, but there are no absolutes in the world. What happened will always reveal clues. Before I reunited with you at school, I met Rommel several times and heard rumors among relatives." Victor Put down the newspaper. "Actually, it's not the first time I've met Mrs. Dalton. She probably doesn't have much impression of me."

"...she can only see what she wants to see." Heimdall muttered.

"Why did Rommel leave the UK so well? Your grandfather's family was all in the UK at that time." Victor said lightly.

Heimdall suddenly realized, is it a sadomasochistic love, or is it to escape the forbidden scandal?

"Analyzing Rommel as a person, eight out of ten are the latter." Victor said.

Rommel Sturluson's behavior is based on his existing status. Those close to him know that Rommel himself is not a reckless and frivolous person in essence, and he will never go beyond the limits of principled issues. step.Besides, Rommel obviously has no intention of Mrs. Dalton.

In Victor's eyes, Rommel's tolerance for Mrs. Dalton's family is more of a tolerance for his family—of course it is not unconditional and unlimited. From the analysis of today's situation, Rommel's patience is about to end, and his disgust and disgust are undisguised.Otherwise, it is impossible for a slick politician to ignore a person from beginning to end, as if the other party does not exist at all. He does not vent his unhappiness in front of Mrs. Dalton, or to save Mrs. Dalton's face, after all, it is his aunt.

At this time, Rommel came back, and at the same time there was an extra glass of mint wine on the table.

Rommel picked it up and took a sip, "I had a good chat with the boss, he invited me."

All right, I know you have the ability, Victor complained in his heart.

Rommel glanced at his son: "If you have any questions, just say, isn't it uncomfortable to hold back?"

Victor couldn't help laughing.

Heimdall: "..." He thought he was an acting school, and in the eyes of these two people, he was the fifth scum of war.

"I don't have anything in particular to ask." Heimdall whispered.

"Really don't want to ask? Klum's knowledge is definitely not as accurate as mine," Rommel said calmly.

Is this attitude of opening your mind and trying to spit it out really good?Anyway, it's a family scandal, aren't you afraid that grandpa will talk to you about life at night?

"I just realized why you insisted on leaving England in the first place." Heimdall hesitated for a long time, afraid of poking his father's heart.

But Chairman Sturluson has always been as hard as iron, and the drilling machine that breaks rocks will be willing to bow down.

"My departure from England has nothing to do with that woman." Rommel said without hesitation.

They have become "that woman", and they never forget to draw a line with Mrs. Dalton.

Under the watchful eyes of the couple, Rommel said again, "But I did take advantage of this to get the old man, your grandfather, to agree with me to go to Northern Europe to develop."

"Mrs. Dalton doesn't care what kind of person I am." Heimdall was happy to keep a distance from Mrs. Dalton.

"No one can guess Andrea's thoughts, so leave her alone." Rommel disapproved, emphasizing uneasy, "One more thing, it has nothing to do with her if I don't get married."

It might be an attempt to cover up this statement by others, but Rommel himself declared that he was convinced.

Heimdall saw that his father was not in a good mood, so he changed the subject smoothly.

three,

The day of the graduation ceremony was sunny and sunny, and it was a good day to carry on the past and open up the future.

Sirius visited the old house the day before and proposed that the Order of the Phoenix protect them, but the couple rejected them. They might have nothing to do, but the Order of the Phoenix got involved, which aroused the hatred of the Death Eaters.Harry Potter will undoubtedly become the biggest target, and arranging a way out for him is the most important thing.They didn't have to worry about the Order of the Phoenix.

Sirius also understood that his suggestion was out of wishful thinking. On the day of the graduation ceremony, he and Harry arrived at Hogwarts one step ahead of schedule. The family of three followed the schedule provided by Draco, had breakfast with ease, and came to Hogwarts after saying goodbye to his father. Hogsmeade village.On the way to Honeydukes, he was "kindly" taken to a familiar small kitchen by a passerby, and the old man who realized something had a gloomy face.

After leaving the kitchen, what he saw was not the old Caipi that made the master very conflicted. Heimdall laughed and hugged the old man Ollivander.

"It's great to see you safe and sound!" Heimdall beamed with joy.

"Then why haven't you come to see me?" The old man pretended to be annoyed.

"Here in England, I can't do whatever I want." Heimdall said ambiguously.

The old man patted him on the back sighing.

"This is my husband Victor, you should be familiar with it, and our child Mionier." Heimdall quickly introduced.

"No stranger, no stranger," the old man cheerfully stroked the baby's head, "Hello, kid."

"Nice to meet you." Mionier made a decisive move, and it was all he said.

Ollivander held the baby's little hand with a smile, "When you are 11 years old, you must come to Ollivander's wand shop to choose your favorite wand. The wand made by grandpa is the best!" As expected of a businessman, what? Never forget to advertise your store.

After sitting down, Heimdall said, "Are you okay?"

"It's all over." Ollivander said lightly.

Heimdall nodded, and said again, "I'm here to attend my cousin Draco Malfoy's graduation ceremony today."

"I know, I wrote half of the notification letter for the graduation ceremony." Ollivander said heartlessly. "The Order of the Phoenix seems to be quite busy." The notification letter is usually written and sent by the vice principal in the name of the principal.

No wonder Draco went to Grimmer Square to confirm the authenticity, probably because the handwriting on the letter was relatively unfamiliar, and he was afraid of falling into the trap of criminals.

When the old man came back, Heimdall avoided sensitive topics and talked about wand making which the old man was interested in.Ollivander was full of enthusiasm and eloquence, but he stopped abruptly after a while. He said regretfully: "Of course I am reluctant to part with you, but there is someone who is also looking forward to meeting you. He probably has already skipped his feet and scolded me for not knowing you." Anyway."

As if accepting the old man's words, the door leading to another room was opened, and the little face of the old man who had softened a bit turned black again.

On the other side of the door was a study, and Lao Caipi was sitting in an armchair, looking up from his books as they entered.

"I wrote the rest of the notification letter." Grindelwald smiled slightly.

Is this a blatant admission that he was eavesdropping?

Grindelwald’s scourge to Britain is limited. Unlike the dismay on the continent of Europa, British teenagers don’t have a deep impression of his name. Even if they know that the notification letter is from him, it probably won’t make any waves.It's probably going to turn upside down in Durmstrang.

"Hello, Krum." Lao Caipi looked at the master with a smile.

"Thank you, I'm not bad, it would be better if I don't see you." Victor hugged the child, not as knowledgeable as Lao Caipi.

Heimdall reminded himself to be more vigilant in the future, don’t let Victor meet Lao Caipi, Victor couldn’t turn a corner and collapsed Lao Caipi, it’s no big deal—blame him for what he deserved, in case Victor makes a fuss What should I do if something happens, Xiao Papa still feels so distressed.

Heimdall stood beside Victor, supporting his partner to the end, looking at Grindelwald, warning him to act dead.

Instead of being angry, Grindelwald smiled, laughing so that Milkman was confused, and the master's little face was blackened.

Heimdall understands life: Those who are devoted to blackness are moody snakes.

four,

Escorted by Grindelwald, the mysterious lackeys who were ready to move because of the graduation ceremony had nothing to do, and they easily entered Hogwarts.

Heimdall is grateful for that, that's all.

Professor McGonagall was waiting for them in the castle foyer, took them outside the headmaster's office, and thoughtfully reported the order to send them up the spiral staircase.

Professor Dumbledore was not someone who could meet casually, and Heimdall felt that they were under the influence of Sirius Black.After entering the door, he saw Sirius, Luping and others. Professor Snape was also here, and his uncle Lucius was beside him.Professor Snape is a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Being out of place is one thing. After all, he is a partner who goes through life and death together. Although he is not enthusiastic, he will not turn a blind eye.Uncle Lucius's painting style is completely different, bringing the condescending temperament to the extreme, until the eyes of a family of three looking at still life change.

"Mr. Sturluson, Mr. Krum." Dumbledore pointed to the place near the cabinet, where two chairs appeared. "And little Mr. Sturluson. Sit down, please."

Under the watchful eyes of the men, the family of three sat down as promised.

"Is the journey going well?" the old headmaster asked kindly.

Heimdall smiled, "It went well, thank you." They knew why it went smoothly.

Then, when Dumbledore and Victor talked, Heimdall couldn't help looking around, and met a dirty patched hat on the shelf-"four eyes met" because of Heimdall's feeling, the hat It should be looking at him.

A thought flashed through Heimdall's mind, could it be the legendary Sorting Hat?

【Hello. 】

Can talk?Oh, of course the academy can talk if it can be assigned, Heimdall said to himself, complaining that he was making a fuss.

"Hi." Heimdall responded.

"Is there a problem?" Dumbledore's voice sounded, and the interaction between Heimdall and the Sorting Hat attracted the attention of the rest of the men.

【So he is the son of Sirius Black? ] The sound of the Sorting Hat is not very pleasant, but Heimdall is looking forward to its singing. I heard that this thinking hat has its own song.

Sirius said flamboyantly: "If Rieger goes to Hogwarts, he will be a real Gryffindor."

The sound of scoffing came from two people.

[Maybe you can give it a try. 】The sorting hat had a whim.

"Why not?" Dumbledore looked easy to talk, he stood up, without using a spell, took off the hat with his own hands, and put it on the unprepared Heimdall's head.

Heimdall's eyes widened suddenly, and Viktor looked directly at him, and the latter's look of watching the show made him very unhappy.

Just, can't you just put a cleaning spell on the hat regularly?

When Heimdall was thinking about it, the Sorting Hat was already humming on his head.

[Oh that's it, um, ok, ah, what can I do...] The Sorting Hat groaned for a long time, and communicated directly with his consciousness in a very unscientific manner, [Honestly, it's not easy to handle, I haven't hesitated for a long time, Reminds me of Harry Potter's Sorting Ceremony. 】Heimdall thought for a while, and asked the Sorting Hat, 【So Harry was sorted into Gryffindor? 】【I understand, you must be the same, you are Sirius Black's child, I can understand your feelings! 】The "understanding" of the Sorting Hat made Heimdall puzzled. Before he could ask, the Sorting Hat shouted loudly: 【Gryffindor! 】"I knew it!" Padfoot's father was greatly encouraged and clenched his fists in joy.

The faces of the professor and uncle became very ugly.

How the hell is it Gryffindor?Lucius' expression seemed to be stained with something dirty. After thinking about it, it was all Sirius Black's fault, the alien of the Black family, who brought Rigg into the ditch too!

The Sorting Hat continued to be considerate and focused on the three-year-old milk baby, which seemed to mean looking forward to the sorting ceremony when the baby was 11 years old. Victor made it clear that Mionnell would follow his family's expectations and enter Durmstrang.Little Baba couldn't help nodding, and she didn't remember the suggestion that Naiwa would choose by herself.

When he saw his cousin Draco later, Draco had already heard about this and frowned unhappily.

Heimdall said deliberately: "No wonder there is a little more intimacy in the words when greeting the Gryffindor students."

Draco became even more angry, muttering, "Gryffindor! It's Gryffindor?! How could you be Gryffindor?!"

The breakdown on the cousin's face made Heimdall laugh. It is difficult for Durmstrang students to understand the dedication of Hogwarts students to the house, not to mention that it is only divided into a house, and it is not really enrolled.

Heimdall said sternly to his cousin, "I will definitely not discriminate against you."

Upon hearing this, Master Malfoy burst into tears.

Fives,

Dodoma's observation diary, the content is as follows——

Dodoma received another package from the sender "Andrea", which contained a bottle of Flame Whiskey.Dodoma got along with the owner day and night, and learned some wine knowledge from the owner. Judging from the sign, it should not be cheap. Dodoma reported it to the owner as usual, but did not give it to the owner.

Dodoma has a special place to store things signed by Andrea, which are full of all kinds of so-called wishes, and the master never accepts them, and never asks Dodoma how to deal with them.Dodoma still remembered that the last time he received Andrea's package was seven years ago, when the young master came to Sturluson's house.Dodoma thought Andrea had given up, but it seemed that was not the case.

Today, the master suddenly asked Dodoma to wrap a gift for Master Malfoy to celebrate the graduation of Master Malfoy.

The host at the desk said casually to Dodoma, "Just give me the bottle of Flame Whiskey."

Dodoma suddenly understood what was going on.

The owner finally made up his mind to "get rid of" the pile.