HP's Foreign Land

The three of them left the three broomsticks after lunch, and Lupine said goodbye to the Sturlusons. What Lupine didn't expect was that this new position appeared without thinking, and he chose to leave alone.Lupine needed someone to think about it. He was used to loneliness and adapted to it.This trip to Hogsmeade was very worthwhile. As long as tomorrow came, he would be able to meet Harry as he wished—another purpose of his trip, which was also the most worrying concern over the years.It is a pity that Dumbledore did not agree to the request to meet alone, he knew that it was not a good time.Even from a distance, Lupine said to himself.

After walking about [-] meters, Lu Ping couldn't help but look back. The father and son were holding hands and gradually disappeared on the other side of the side road.

This was probably the worst lunch he'd had in a long time, and it was his self-righteousness, Remus Lupine thought to himself.

In any case, Rigg was happy and doing well, which made Lupine both happy and sad.Glad that Rieger is still alive—the life covered in lies is still alive, sad that the gap between them is insurmountable.One thing Lupine had to admit was that Rigg had completely left their world and flown to the North, the Far North.

***

Heimdall did not go along with his father's proposal to go shopping. According to various rumors he heard, Rommel Strulusson was one of the richest men in Scandinavia.As any wealthy person who has experienced or is experiencing it knows, it is very expensive to support the family business.Being able to bring the Sturluson family, which has been in decline for more than a century, back into people's field of vision shows that he does have the economic acumen to accumulate wealth.After Rommel took over the position of patriarch, he set about cleaning up the mess left by his ancestors, paying off the debts, saving various businesses that were on the verge of bankruptcy, resolutely rectifying the dilapidated and corrupt financial system, and removing all the superfluous The labor force was dismissed and replaced with a group of young doers, who were told by letter every month what to do next.In many cases, Galleons are far more powerful than magic.Some people even joked that he could collect money just by waving a magic wand, but it is not known whether this is a kind of "magic".

Heimdall never doubted his father's financial ability, and Snow had implicitly mentioned that his elder brother's inheritance might be considerable.There is no doubt that Rommel can fully afford the extravagance and waste without brain thinking. He has extravagant capital, but Heimdall does not. At least his fragile psychological quality cannot withstand such toss.

Shopping with Rommel Strulusson was a test for Heimdall, and he didn't want to try the horrible experience a second time.

Heimdall took his father back to the Pig's Head Bar, and Aberforth yelled "Welcome" casually without raising his head, just like dealing with an errand.

Rommel walked in the door, glanced around critically, but did not reveal the emotions Heimdall expected.Such as disgust, such as disgust, such as unhappiness, such as being offended.Not at all.

Heimdall glanced at the untouched table scraps left after breakfast, and asked Aberforth, "Have they not returned yet?"

Only then did the latter raise his head, and when he saw Rommel standing calmly in the middle of the store, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

At this moment Heimdall asked again.

"Oh, no, they didn't come back." Aberforth shook his head.

Heimdall smiled lightly, and then introduced: "This is my father, sir."

Aberforth's eyes flickered for a moment, and then a smile spread across his face. Although it was difficult to find the corners of his upturned mouth from behind his tangled gray and white beard, fortunately Heimdall found him There was kindness in his eyes.

"This is the owner of the Pig's Head Bar..." Heimdall looked at the shopkeeper in embarrassment just after he finished speaking.

Aberforth continued: "Aberforth Dumbledore."

Heimdall blinked when he heard this.

Rommel held the shopkeeper's hand and introduced himself: "It's an honor, I'm Rommel Sturluson."

***

The father and son went up to the second floor, pushed open the dark brown rotten wooden door with badly worn corners, and walked into the room.The temperature in the afternoon was just right. Heimdall walked to the window sill and opened the window. The gentle wind was blowing, bringing the unique coolness and comfort of autumn.

Rommel hesitated for a moment between the chair and the bed. Considering the safety of the old crooked wooden chair, Dad finally chose to stand still.

"Just sit on the bed." Heimdall didn't mind, optimistically thinking that it doesn't matter if it gets dirty, just put a new bed sheet on it.

After thinking for a while, Rommel sat down by the bed, and then asked inexplicably, "Where are the sheets?" According to what he saw before, he expressed doubts about the service quality of this bar.

Heimdall tried to sound confused: "What do you mean?"

A faint smile appeared on Rommel's lips, and he said softly: "If you are my subordinate, I will immediately let you know what will happen if you play sloppy in front of me."

Heimdall pouted: "You always scare me."

Rommel smiled and said nothing, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Heimdall surrendered and said: "I sent it for washing." This answer is better than throwing it away, Heimdall thought uncertainly.

Rommel nodded: "In other words, this bar provides room service."

Giving up on lying in front of his father, Heimdall's eyes drifted a bit: "...Victor is in charge of cleaning."

Rommel's eyes suddenly became sharp, and Heimdall's neck shrank, and he lowered his head with drooping eyebrows, not daring to say anything more.

Rommel stood up abruptly, stepped up to Heimdall in a few steps, and stared at the top of his head coldly.Just when Heimdall thought he was going to be cut into a microbe by the eyes, Rommel suddenly pulled away, walked to the window sill and looked at the distant scenery, without saying a word for a long time.

Heimdall glanced at him secretly, but unfortunately he was not standing in an ideal position and couldn't see his father's face.Heimdall tilted his head, rewinding the conversation just now word by word, pondering the real cause of his father's anger, and then he thought of a possibility.

So, Heimdall said cautiously, "It's not what you think..."

"What do I think?" Rommel turned his back to the light that blurred his face.

Heimdall felt that it was necessary to elaborate, so he poured out everything in one go: "Before going to Bulgaria, Victor took me to see a doctor once." As he spoke, he secretly raised his eyes and glanced.

Seeing this, Rommel pressed down the corners of his raised mouth, walked away from the window, and said without changing his expression, "Continue."

Heimdall nodded honestly: "The doctor gave me a lot of advice on health, one of which was not to allow premature sex life, she also warned Victor in person, Victor has always remembered .” Before I knew it, I wanted to speak for my boyfriend.

Rommel stared at Heimdall intently for a long time as if he didn't recognize anyone, and then he squinted his eyes and asked uncertainly: "You mean that Victor Krum took you to see a secret doctor? "

Heimdall secretly stretched out his thumb, Dad is really well-informed.

In fact, Rommel could see everything from his face without his son answering.Rommel closed his eyes with a headache and gently massaged his temples. "This Krum..." Chairman Sturluson could express such ironic emotion. In a sense, Victor Krum won.

"Why did you go to see a secret doctor?" Rommel really wanted to grab his son's shoulder and shake it twice, and he gritted his teeth with a bit of hatred.

"For health." Heimdall said naturally.

"Health? Is it for healthy bed exercise?!" Rommel snorted angrily. "Son, let me tell you, this matter must not be left to chance like this. Do whatever Krum asks you to do. Be vigilant, otherwise you won't even know if you suffer!"

"Disadvantaged? Probably not." Heimdall insisted on singing against him. "Seeing a doctor is really for health. The doctor also prescribed a lot of supplements for me, as well as topical ointments."

Rommel straightened his lips, and his expression suddenly became depressed, frustrated, gloomy, and powerless.

"Is it important who is top and who is bottom?" Heimdall said with a smile. "I'm still young, so don't think about it for now, when I grow up..." The unfinished words were full of reverie, and the bright light flashed away in his eyes.

Rommel laughed secretly and cursed "little scoundrel". He had clearly warned him, but he didn't expect him to be sloppy with him. "It seems that you don't understand at all." Rommel didn't have time to get angry and pursue it, and the relief quickly flooded into his heart. In this way, his son should not suffer a lot.

Just when Heimdall was complacent, Rommel's point of view knocked him back to his original form.

"You haven't answered me what 'Victor is in charge of cleaning' is about." Rommel folded his chest in a relaxed manner. His excellent memory has always been the key to the occasional depression of his colleagues or enemies.

Heimdall's eyes were fixed on his toes, and he faltered to explain why.

It took Rommel a while to figure everything out, and he was happy and angry at the same time.He is happy that his son has grown up, but he is angry that the job that originally belonged to him has been taken over by a boy named Victor Krum without his knowledge.

Dad was sullen about missing an important performance opportunity, but soon regained his spirits in a conversation with his son.

"Will Snow come?" Heimdall missed him a lot.

"To be honest, I'm not sure." Rommel held his son's shoulders and leaned leisurely on the big pillow. "If the various departments of the British Ministry of Magic really have a clear division of labor as their names suggest, it is likely that Snow will not be involved in this matter. He is just the director of the office, not the director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports."

"But he is very busy, traveling all over the world." There was a time when Snow took Heimdall with him every day, so Heimdall was deeply touched.

"My younger brother is a rigid and dedicated person, and his work ethic can move Merlin." Rommel said sarcastically.

Heimdall immediately complained for Snow: "He loves Quidditch, which is worthy of respect."

Rommel's face fell down, and he said bitterly: "My dear Rieger, do you know what I love?"

Heimdall's gaze flickered for a moment, but in the end he couldn't match his father's penetrating gaze, and he muttered, "It hits other people's self-confidence."

"What?" Rommel deliberately raised his voice to make him speak louder.

"Your hobby is to let others down!" Heimdall reported the answer desperately.

Rommel patted Heimdall's tense shoulders and smiled slightly: "Don't be so nervous, my dear, I will never let you down."

Heimdall burst into tears, is it fun to play with yourself?

"I'm different from Snow. He likes Britain and hopes to stay here. I can't. I have no feelings for this country, even though it's the place where I was born." Rommel said gently. "The day I graduated from Durmstrang, my father asked me what I was going to do next, and I told him bluntly that I had no interest in licking the ass of British Ministry of Magic officials..."

"And then?" Heimdall unconsciously urged without waiting for the next article.

"After living aimlessly for a while, I set out for Norway. The trip cost almost all the Galleons I had on me. The old man kicked me out of the house and suggested that I start my own business. Here, I finally rented a small room in Oslo and temporarily settled down...why do you look at me like that?" After receiving Heimdall's slightly surprised gaze, Rommel laughed. "Do you think I was born swimming in Galleon every day? It's actually quite difficult, except for the goblins of Gringotts, it's very difficult for ordinary people to do this."

In Heimdall's heart, Rommel Strulusson was not an ordinary person.

"I've lived in a house several times worse than this." Rommel raised his finger and tapped lightly in the air. "Termite-eaten furniture, tabletops full of holes, half-collapsed walls, and rotten floors, you must be careful when you walk, because stepping on the wrong piece will make you sink directly. For a long time, even if I No matter how careful you are, the hem of the robe will always be stained with white dust, and the only advantage is to improve the use of cleaning magic."

"Grandpa didn't give you any help?" Heimdall said hesitantly.

"That old man? He's been complaining that I'm not good enough to give him a headache, that I'm a disgrace to their branch. Help? No, no, no, that hypocritical old bastard would never do that! He can't control me, Just want to laugh at me in other ways!" When Rommel talked about his father, his tone was very bad, but his eyes contained a touch of warmth that was hard to capture.

"It sounds like you are very similar to him." Heimdall said with a wink.

"I'm not that hypocritical old bastard!" Rommel stared as if offended.

Heimdall said without fear: "You must miss him very much."

Rommel grunted and refused to answer, nor did he deny it.

After a long time, when Heimdall was drowsy from the warmth of the afternoon, Rommel's voice came into his ears: "That old bastard must be smiling in hell now, waiting to see what happens to me. Miserable end, I will not let him get his wish..."

Heimdall smiled slightly.

Rommel looked down at his son, then adjusted his position so that Heimdall could sleep more comfortably.Rommel hugged Heimdall and closed his eyes satisfied.