HP's Foreign Land

They didn't live in Malfoy Manor after they arrived in England. His father told him that since their family had a house in England, why would he let his son live in someone else's house, even if that person was Heimdall's real uncle? To me there is no difference.

Dodoma and Hina went to the old house earlier than the father and son, and the old house in Sturlusson had been cleaned up under the instruction of Rommel.After many years of separation, the house-elves in the old house showed their greatest enthusiasm for work to welcome the return of their masters.

Their luggage has been sent away, and Toffee and Olar have also been sent to the old house, and the pod cat is by Heimdall's side as always.Rommel and Heimdall decided to go to Diagon Alley before going home. Heimdall couldn't wait to meet the familiar faces in Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. Of course, Rommel would not refute his son's wish .

Diagon Alley was still bustling and busy.

As soon as the black cat got into Diagon Alley, it ran away without a trace. Heimdall was used to it, so he was not surprised.

The bosses showed great enthusiasm after seeing Heimdall. Rommel had to re-examine his son's previous life circle.

Walking down in a circle, there are a lot of gadgets in my hands, all presented by enthusiastic shopkeepers.

While Rommel was surprised by his son's popularity, Heimdall was equally surprised by his father's constant stops along the road.There will always be one or two well-dressed people emerging from the endless stream of people to interrupt the progress of the father and son. Although Rommel behaved unusually amiably, Heimdall was sensitive to his worsening behavior. mood.

During the greeting time of the adults, Heimdall has always been in a state of staying out of the way. His father did not introduce him to any of them. Although the eyes of those men or women are so obvious, Rommel always pretends to be Deaf and dumb.

In Rommel's mind, Rieger doesn't need to cater to anyone, and he shouldn't be bothered by anything. He only needs to be responsible to his father, his family, his friends, and that... Rommel screwed up Lowering his brow, he quickly erased a certain Bulgarian from his mind.

Even if Rommel Strulusson was in an extremely bad mood—anxiously wanting to avatar all the unsightly people, he still had a way to stand there calmly, listening to those unnutritive people with an aristocratic air. Small jokes, pale and vulgar anecdotes, well-timed nods and smiles in response.

Whenever this happened, Heimdall would suddenly play willful, grabbing his father's hand and making noise and refusing to give up, and dragged his father away from there under the disapproving gazes of his self-important colleagues. After taking a step, turn around and make two grimaces to make a final decision.

The contemptuous expressions of those people who had no time to restrain themselves distorted and deformed unexpectedly.

This result will always make Heimdall feel extremely happy. Children have their own ways, and they should play a role occasionally.

"Are they all officials of the Ministry of Magic of various countries?" Heimdall asked curiously when the father and son were drinking drinks in the Florin's cold drink shop.

"Yes."

The reason why Rommel was able to accompany Heimdall for a long time this time until the holidays was mainly because he took advantage of the regular meeting of the Wizarding Union.According to Rommel, before leaving, their Minister of Magic rolled his eyes at him several times. Chairman Sturluson's shameless means of shaming public affairs for personal gains is already a well-known secret.

When he said this, Rommel was leaning on the chair, there were fine lines around his half-closed eyes, and the corners of his raised mouth curled into a wicked smile.

Heimdall couldn't decide whether to be indifferent or to laugh, and his father's smug look was really funny.

"Your social circle is very wide." Heimdall commented with a smile after hearing a series of embarrassing stories about his colleagues.

Heimdall's words imperceptibly hit Rommel, who changed his sitting position uncomfortably.

Heimdall's smile faded a little.

Rommel didn't want to let the good atmosphere so far go by the wayside. He shook Heimdall's hand and said seriously: "I'm not angry."

Heimdall seemed to realize something, lowered his head and giggled in embarrassment, Rommel reached out and stroked his son's head, his eyes became very gentle.

"Dad." Heimdall called out in a low voice.

"Ok?"

"Do you know the lady sitting at three o'clock? She looked at us no less than ten times." Sixteen times, oh, seventeen times now, Heimdall said silently in his heart.

Rommel raised his eyebrows, and said indifferently, "I seem to have seen it before."

Heimdall looked up and saw that it was a dignified and elegant young lady. Since female wizards are very good at taking care of themselves, Heimdall has not dared to guess a woman's age since he came to this world.

The longing in the woman's eyes was obvious, but Rommel turned a blind eye.Anyone who is familiar with Rommel Sturluson knows that he never deals with women from good families unless it is absolutely necessary. In Rommel's mind, such women and strange germ infections are synonymous.

Under the disappointed gaze of the woman, they checked out and left Florin's Soda Shop.Until walking on the street, Heimdall could still feel the closely following eyes. The lady sat on the small balcony on the second floor of the cold drink shop and stared at it for a long time.

"Haven't you considered finding a partner for yourself?" Heimdall knew that marriage meant nothing to his father.

"Do you want a mother?" Rommel easily thought of that.

"I have a mother, and I'm past the age of needing a mother," Heimdall said.

"Really?" Rommel stopped and looked at him.

"Dad, we're talking about finding a partner for you, not a mother for me." Heimdall emphasized. "It's not the same thing at all."

"Women need to be served, how can I have time to serve others." Rommel said nonchalantly.

"You're talking about marriage as a prerequisite, so find someone to serve you, that is, the kind of girlfriend who doesn't really need to get married."

Rommel showed a wicked smile: "Honey, now I often date the kind of girlfriends who don't need to get married."

Heimdall took out a toffee from his pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper, and stuffed it into his mouth: "You mean a girlfriend who can help you solve some small troubles? That would cost a lot of Galleons, and you can buy it with money. Your service is not a long-term solution, you should find yourself a service that doesn't cost money."

Rommel laughed and pushed him into Lihen Bookstore.

"In fact, the 'little annoyance' you mentioned is not small at all in my opinion, and it is much easier to spend money than to ask for trouble. I like to settle it once and for all, without any worries."

Heimdall didn't answer, because a loud and somewhat exaggerated exclamation came from the bookstore.

"Rommel! What a coincidence!"

Rommel's face suddenly sank two points in displeasure, and he nodded briefly: "Schmidt."

"It surprised me, what brought you to England?" The man named Schmidt was disheveled and unsteady, he squeezed out from the gap between the piles of books, making loud noises and acting rudely Frequent bumping into others, collapsing stacks of books.

Everyone in the bookstore was staring at him, but he himself didn't care about it, and he didn't even give an apologetic smile.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was obviously tired, but his blurred eyes flashed with a strange look.

"Obviously you've been drinking heavily during the day again, and I'm not going to blame you for that, and I'm not sure you'll understand what I'm saying at this moment, but I'll tell you that my reasons for coming to England are the same as yours. Same." Rommel said coldly.

Schmidt didn't care about Rommel's explanation at all, his bloodshot eyes turned to Heimdall.

"Oh, who is that cutie?"

"Are you sure you haven't slept in a coffin for the past two years, Schmidt?"

Schmidt pretended to be surprised and widened his eyes: "What did I miss?"

Rommel hurriedly said before his self-control collapsed: "This is my son Heimdal Strulusson, my dear, this—"

Schmidt laughed wildly in a hoarse voice: "Your son? Don't be kidding, how could you have a son! I don't know you yet. Chairman Strulusson, who was dumped by a woman when he was young and then fell into a slump, would actually Let a hateful woman give birth to a son for you?" After laughing, he shook his head and winked at Rommel. "How does this little bird of paradise taste? Although it is quite different from your previous taste, it is obviously high-end. How much did you spend?"

Rommel's self-control completely collapsed.

"Honey, you go out for a while, let me solve some small problems first." Rommel turned his head and grinned at Heimdall, with unquestionable determination in his eyes.

Heimdall looked sympathetically at Mr. Schmidt, who was still talking nonsense, and said to his father worriedly: "Murder is punishable by imprisonment."

"I won't entrust the rest of my life to prison, and it's not worth going to prison for this man."

When Heimdall walked into the bookstore again, he found that everything was as usual. His father was sitting leisurely on the chair provided by the shopkeeper, with a relaxed and comfortable expression on his face.Everything was intact, all the guests were unharmed, there was no bloody crime scene, and the only thing missing was Mr. Schmidt.

"May I ask?" Heimdall looked at his father.

"Kids don't intervene in adults' affairs."

Heimdall touched his nose.

***

The father and son had dinner at No. 57 Knockturn Alley. That night, Neil smiled at Rommel at the dinner table: "I heard that you took action to teach Barver Schmidt a lesson during the day."

"This is what I'm most dissatisfied with Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley. Everyone knows about a little thing on one street and two streets." Rommel pretended to be bored.

"Baffle? What did this guy do again?" Snow was clearly not interested in this man.

Rommel snorted coldly, not wanting to answer.

"Rig dear?" Snow was not someone who would let it go easily.

Heimdall looked up and told Snow: "Papa was very disappointed with Mr. Schmidt's literary attainments, so he severely criticized him."

"Literary attainment?" Snow was puzzled.

"Well, he said I was a bird of paradise, and Dad wasn't too happy about that."

"In fact, it was furious." Rommel immediately corrected him.

Snow turned cold when Heimdall said the word "bird of paradise".

"You don't need to shoot." Rommel smiled at his brother. "As far as Mr. Schmidt's current situation is concerned, it's not your turn to take action at all. You can wait patiently for a while, and it won't be too late for him to deal with the trouble I caused him."

Snow raised the corners of his lips and smiled, looking very happy, but Heimdall felt that there was something chilling in his smile.

"I'm curious, what did you do?" Neil will not be fascinated by the two brothers. This is the reason why the Struluson brothers are willing to communicate with her. Neil is one of the very few Rommels who are willing to spend time talking to her One of the famous ladies.

"First, I informed his current wife that he was coming to the UK; second, I told his address to several lovers in the UK; finally, I accidentally disclosed his next itinerary to the The creditors who have been played around by him."

"Merlin bless you, I hope Mr. Schmidt can live safely until next year." Neil said sadly.

"I will let him live safely until next year, and on the premise that he is very hopeful." Rommel's tone was quite sharp.

"Rommel, please leave something for me to do." Snow had to remind his brother to "be merciful".

Rommel suddenly removed the mask of indifference and mockery, and there was more trouble in his eyes, as well as some anger and doubt directed at himself.

"Maybe it's all caused by my lack of caution in my daily behavior." Rommel said softly.Before that, he had no scruples at all. When he needed it, he spent a few gallons to find a woman to spend the night with. He never concealed this kind of thing. Could it be that the root of the misunderstanding is here?Misconduct?Bad conduct?Frivolous?Morality?Rommel was extremely entangled.

Neil was dumbfounded: "Merlin, what did I hear, Rommel, are you repenting? You actually have a day of self-reflection! Could it be a miracle before Christmas?!"

"Neil!" Snow yelled back, because his brother's face became more and more ugly.

"I'm sorry." Niall stuck out her tongue.

"But this kind of unpleasant thing has never happened before meeting Mr. Schmidt. The villain with a dirty mind is sure that everyone in the world is the same as himself." Heimdall hinted that his father was completely overwhelmed. "You don't need to deliberately change something because of certain voices. I think you are doing well now, especially every time my classmates mention you, they will involuntarily show awe and admiration, which makes me very proud. "

For the first time, Rommel learned about what it was like for their Minister of Magic to always believe that his son was unique and unparalleled for no reason.Maybe it wasn't Espoo's brains, Rommel assumed.

Rigg turned him into a smirking father, and it's strange that he didn't want to stop it, thought Father--something gleefully.