HP's Foreign Land

"Letter from Draco Malfoy to Heimdall Sturluson, November 1990, 11"

Dear Rig,

Please allow me to add this prefix, I can't find anything else more suitable.Mom told me that's okay among friends, although I don't know if you consider me a friend.

I was really happy the day you came to Malfoy Manor.The family seldom receives guests of my age, and there are always serious topics to talk about when adults visit the manor. At that time, I was always isolated.Only by holding a banquet at home can we meet a few children of the same age who satisfy their parents.

For the record, I'm not complaining, the Malfoys never complain.

therefore,

Sincerely look forward to the next meeting.You must think so too.

PS: Forget about my owl, I am very interested in the Olar you mentioned, please make sure to send it back.

Yours sincerely,

Draco

Heimdall couldn't laugh or cry after reading the letter.Just such a short letter, from tone to handwriting, everything shows Malfoy's arrogance.

Well, write back.Probe to look at Olar who is being fed tomatoes by Ron. Its growth rate is shocking.

Maybe it's time to scare the self-conscious Master Malfoy. Thinking of this, Heimdall happily picked up the quill.

"Letter from Heimdall Strulusson to Draco Malfoy, November 1990, 11"

Draco of the Malfoy family who never complained,

Lo and behold, I just found a few differences.It's easy.My friends, don't be so rigid set pattern.These are private letters between two boys his own age, not the Wizengamot's court records.

Your reception that day was very impressive.But forgive me for not being able to bring myself to say compliments against my will: sorry for my insensitivity.In Muggle parlance, magnetic discord.Another day, I invite you to visit the old house of Sturluson, and let you see the style that our family advocates, and then you will understand.

PS: Is my postman cute?Please be kind to it.By the way, it likes tomatoes and bag spiders.

Yours sincerely,

Heimdal

Draco rested his chin on his hand.Although the letter on the table has been read countless times, each word can still generate new interest.

He had to admit, he was intimidated by Rigg's messenger.

It was odd that he, Draco Malfoy, had been molested by a black grotesque, and he wasn't annoyed by it.

However, the weirdness doesn't stop there.

"Letter from Draco Malfoy to Heimdall Sturluson, November 1990, 11"

Rig who may have missed something,

Patterns are not all clichés, and especially for noble and ancient families, certain routines are inevitable and vital.

Your messenger made me worry about your taste, and it even reminded me of the old Sturluson house you mentioned... Well, I confess, I'm damn curious!You make me blunder and absent-minded all day long like an uneducated hyperactive kid.

PS: You mentioned Muggle language in your last letter, which is bad.Instead of showing your erudition, they are more likely to cause you unnecessary damage.The wizarding world doesn't appreciate Muggle-friendly wizards, look around you, that's proof.You should judge the situation more carefully. As your friend, I think it is necessary for me to remind you.

Yours sincerely,

Draco

# # #

It has been ten days and still no reply.This made Draco anxious.He repeatedly recalled the sentence structure of the last letter, thinking that there was nothing wrong with it.He'd even done what a friend would do, kindly admonishing Rieger of the disadvantages of being close to Muggles.

I am not wrong.he told himself so.

So...in that case...why didn't you reply?

Draco glanced at his own reflection reflected on the glass window, smiled provocatively, and suddenly picked up the ink bottle on the table and smashed it.There was a crackling sound.Harsh and sharp.

He frantically stepped forward, staring at the ink-stained shards of glass and hissing——

"Damn it, shut up!"

# # #

Heimdall drew the word November (November) on the palm of his hand, raised his eyes and said, "Is there no other explanation for this word? For example, it can be interpreted as December or something... Alas!" The top of the head was knocked one time.

"You don't seem to want me to come back very much." Snow's words were soothing and peaceful, but full of sinisterness in the ears of caring people.

The boy shut his mouth wisely.

"I heard that you were warmly received by Malfoy Manor not long ago?"

Heimdall pondered for a while, "Are you blaming me for being superfluous?"

"It's a pity that I don't have the right to do this." Snow sighed solemnly, and this action made his handsome face look ridiculous.He pushed open the door of No. 57 Knockturn Lane, and then stayed where he was.Heimdall behind him was blocked and couldn't get in, so he had to poke his spine hard, and the mischievous little hand was caught immediately.They went through the door together.

In the small living room sat a man.Even though his back was towards them, Heimdall could still feel the overwhelming courage from him.

Snow shook his head, looking helpless.

"Don't face me with the expression of attending a funeral, I allow you one minute to correct it." The hard and flat voice was not friendly at all, and it sounded more like some kind of sentence.The man didn't even look back when he said this.

All the muscles in Heimdall tensed up.

Snow, on the other hand, behaved calmly.He pulled Heimdall forward and said, "What brought you here, brother?"

The man sat up straight and turned his head.

Those are the eyes of a careerist.Amber pupils, sharp edges contained in them.He looks very similar to Snow, more angular.His facial features combined the unique charm of the Nordic people, confident and public.Even the ginger-colored hair that should be soft is tough.The snowy hair on the temples slightly relieved the hostility around him, adding a sense of comprehension and wisdom.

This is Rommel Sturluson?Heimdall swallowed hard.

The man crossed his legs neatly, and there was a rustling sound from the cloth of the fine robe. It should be a moment of relaxation for the whole body, but he looked like a beast ready to fight: "I am here to participate in the competition of the members of the International Federation of Magicians. Regular meetings. As soon as I arrived at the basement five of the Magic Command, these friendly Brits flocked to talk about the weather. I told them straight up that I had no interest in whether the country would be blown away by strong winds. Guess what happened next , They even kept on suggesting that I should let my son stay in England to study at Hogwarts." The cold eyes slowly slipped away from Heimdall, and he continued, "I even praised myself for this, and even There is a way to rush to this poor place to ask you. My brother. Maybe you can save my thinking ability that is on the verge of collapse?"

Heimdall stared wide-eyed in awe, thinking: This "father" is definitely a hardliner who cannot be offended.In front of him, the 27-year-old man bowed his head and ears like a naughty boy who was caught playing pranks on the spot.

"This is Heimdall," Snow pushed the boy to the fore. "Heimdall Strulusson, nicknamed Rig."

"Are you fooling me?"

"Don't be so 'humorous', Rommel, he is Ivy's son."

"Ivy? Ivy Malfoy?"

"I'm glad you remember her. Taking care of this child stems from her dying entrustment. Since her father has passed away, it took many days for her letter to fall into my hands. Unfortunately, when I received the letter, she had already passed away. Gone."

Rommel frowned suddenly, looking shocked.Maybe this is very different from his original idea.

"Rommel, Rigg needs an identity. For our family, it is not difficult to provide him with an opportunity to settle down in the magic world, provided that the current head of the family decides."

"My decision?" Rommel raised his face and said with a half-smile: "Do I need to repeat why I came here?"

Snow touched his nose awkwardly.

"If you don't agree, will I become an old bastard who deliberately makes things difficult for young people?!" Rommel laughed at himself, and hooked his finger at the boy. "Come and meet your old man, cheap son."

Heimdall walked over passively, allowing "Lao Tzu" to tug, pinch and knead him, acting very resigned.Just when he wondered if "Lao Tzu" wanted to tear something off him, all the tossing stopped.

"Very good," Rommel said, "everything that should be there is there."

Heimdall was sweating coldly.

"How old is the boy?"

"Ten years old."

"It's time to go to school next year." Rommel raised his eyebrows and looked at his younger brother, "Hogwarts?"

Snow spread his hands easily, as if he was listening and respectful.

Rommel narrowed his eyes, and immediately said to Heimdall: "Our family all graduated from Durmstrang. Although the outside world has mixed reviews about it, I think it is very good." Then he smiled wickedly, "You You will find that what they teach is very practical."

The two didn't notice that a certain "uncle"'s expression changed drastically.

Heimdall shrugged, "I don't care, it's the same wherever I go."

Master Strulusson showed a sincere and warm smile.It made him look much younger.

"Rommel..." Snow hesitated to speak.

The wily master knew that he couldn't pretend anymore, but he ignored him and continued to persuade, "Of course my son should live with me."

"He should have stayed in England!"

"Why?" The father and son said in unison.

A certain uncle's teeth itch because of this.They are not real father and son, so is it necessary to have such a tacit understanding?

"His friends are all in England."

"This is not a problem at all. Besides, even Muggles have said that human beings have entered the information age. Young people should go out more, meet more people in various places, and broaden their horizons and increase their knowledge."

"He was born in England and grew up in England. It may be difficult to adapt to other places, especially Scandinavia, which is terribly cold!"

"Are you talking about yourself?"

"what--"

Snow glared at the ungrateful little bastard who dared to snigger, and the latter quickly bit the tip of his tongue and turned his eyes away.

"Don't scare my son, be careful that I will turn against you." Rommel threatened jokingly. "You can't force an adult's thoughts on a child. This violates our family's ancestral precepts. He should make his own choice." He took out a roll of parchment from his robe pocket and handed it to Heimdall, "The so-called truth must be experienced personally. Only then can you understand the meaning of it.”

As soon as Heimdall opened the parchment, a super shocking three-dimensional image appeared in front of him, accompanied by three rows of large characters——

Let the children devote themselves to self-cultivation, self-affirmation, and self-transcendence. Because of your experience, you believe in Durmstrang College

The various awards, trophies and honorary certificates that have been won are displayed in turn like wheels.The scenes of the professors working in the school were overjoyed and teary-eyed when they received the award were so passionate that all those who witnessed it were proud and moved.Below the audio-visual effect is the text description of the school, including a detailed introduction of the history of the school, school scale, facilities, venues, faculty and staff, and courses taught.

A sensational picture eager to prove himself.

"Haven't you seen it?" Rommel deliberately said lightly: "Hogwarts has never got this kind of leaflets, not once since the school was founded in AD 993. Perhaps the British think that their magic school is already famous. , there is no need to add more superfluous things.”

Heimdall stared unblinkingly at the flyer, Rommel smiled contentedly and sinisterly.

Snow resisted the urge to roll his eyes.Carrying a flyer with you? !Old and cunning fox!

"Okay, put your set away, I understand what you're thinking." A certain uncle declared his surrender.

Rommel shook his head helplessly and said, "Thanks to you being an outstanding alumnus of Durmstrang, the late former principals must be tossing and turning in the cemetery right now."

Heimdall's eyes widened. "Snow is an outstanding alumnus?"

"That's right, let your dear uncle tell you how it feels to experience it personally." Rommel still felt that the instigating power was not enough, and continued emphatically, "I remember that there is also an outstanding alumni medal, and I will give it to you quickly My nephew appreciates it."

Snow sneered angrily, "Which one of our family doesn't have that thing, don't make it seem so strange, don't you have one too?!"

Heimdall was extremely shocked: The hit rate is so high?One per person?

"I'm going to Durmstrang."

The two big men focused in an instant.

I saw the boy holding the "big-character poster" with a smile, and said with great anticipation: "I also want to get a medal to show off."