HP's Foreign Land

During the entire trip, the eldest cousin never had a direct conversation with Heimdall, but the two cousins ​​did ask questions from time to time. Of course, after the "education" of the elder brother, the questions they asked were relatively safe, and basically all revolved around Britain. and Hogwarts.

But every time the younger brother's topic deviates from the "safety" category, the eldest cousin immediately put on a look of fear, and secretly looked at Heimdall, as if he was afraid that the younger brothers would annoy him.

His approach to the enemy made Heimdall dumbfounded.

But he didn't correct him, and he didn't spend time and effort to get close to him. Heimdall sometimes believed in his intuition. His intuition told him that some people were destined not to be able to establish friendship with him, just like this man in front of him who didn't know why. next big cousin.

The carriage broke through the clouds and sped down. To the surprise of the five people in the carriage, what greeted them after the clouds cleared was not a vast land, but a blue ocean.

Sturlusson's hometown is on this boundless ocean, not a manor or a village or small town as they thought.

The so-called hometown is actually a small island with an area of ​​less than two square kilometers.

No one paid any attention to England, Holland, or Hogwarts. They were all lying by the car window, chirping excitedly.

Cousin Draco pointed right and left for a while, feeling that his eyes were not enough, and he was very busy.

The moment the carriage landed, after a moment of slight bumps, it stopped.

The scenery outside the car window was finally no longer dizzying backwards.

The little cousin and Draco cheered at the same time, and everyone in the carriage smiled, infected by their childishness.

The door was pulled open from the outside.

The big cousin's smile stayed on his face.

There was a moment of silence in the carriage.

With a slight smile on his face, Rommel quickly glanced inside the car, then waved to Heimdall and Draco, his eyes showing a hint of gentleness.

Draco got out of the carriage, Heimdall turned around and smiled friendlyly at the three traveling companions, got out of the carriage and left.

The three brothers in the carriage were still silent.

The little cousin looked at the first cousin and then at the second cousin, and asked nervously in a low voice: "Who was that person just now? Why didn't you say anything all of a sudden?" He was completely influenced by his brothers, just like him As he said, he is the youngest, and he is a side branch, so many things have not been told to him by his family.

"That's Patriarch Sturluson." The second cousin said in a low voice, and found himself so ridiculous, curled his lips uncomfortably.

"Rommel Strulusson?!" the little cousin exclaimed.

His mouth was covered by the eldest cousin.

After finally breaking free, the little cousin stared inexplicably: "Why panic! Isn't the name just called by people!"

The two cousins ​​were taken aback when they heard this, and smiled wryly. They were right, they were too weak.

***

The sky was very high and blue, and the place where the carriage stopped was a large green pasture, dotted with white and bright yellow wild flowers, and the place where it met the sky was undulating, and one or two raised hills could be seen.

Rows of two-story log cabins stand below the hills, with orange-red sloping roofs and pink-white walls, refreshing and lovely.Occasionally, one or two children would run out of the house, chasing and playing on the pasture with high sky and clear sky.

The scene seemed familiar.

It is immediately reminiscent of the landforms around the old house of Sturluson in England.

After another walk, Draco pushed Heimdall, "Did you hear the sound of water?"

Heimdall nodded, raised his hand and pointed to the distance.

It was a slope more than ten meters high, and the entire slope was full of jagged and angular rocks. The milk-like water curtain poured down from the top of the slope, rumbling and roaring, hitting the shallow pool below the slope, hitting the uneven On the black rocks, water splashes and mist envelops.The water flowed across the lawn, scattered away, and turned into several clear streams that meandered to the distance.Clumps of velvet grass of different heights emerge from the crevices of rocks of different sizes like steamed buns by the stream, and the new leaflets shake their heads tremblingly under the blowing and transpiration of the water mist.

Draco withdrew his gaze and said hesitantly, "I thought your hometown would be similar to Durmstrang."

Heimdall was silent for a moment.

He also thought so, thinking that he would see a "white land is so clean", even if it wasn't snow and wind piercing the sky, at least it should be the first melting of ice and snow, and the earth had returned to spring, who knew that he didn't even see the shadow of a snowflake .

In order to conceal his ignorance, Heimdall looked into the distance pretending to be deep: "It is summer now."

Draco nodded suddenly.

Heimdall coughed uncomfortably.

The corners of Rommel's mouth, who was walking in front, turned up higher and higher.

Draco was completely attracted by the beautiful scenery around him, but Heimdall was thinking about the new discovery just now, and his father was not very happy. Although he didn't show it, Heimdall still felt that his father seemed to be in a bad mood.

I don't know what caused it. Could it be that the family members made him angry?

Just as he was thinking wildly, Rommel, who hadn't said a word, suddenly turned around and smiled at them: "We're here, it's just ahead."

The two teenagers hurriedly looked up.

It was a thick and steady khaki-yellow building, three stories high, with orange-yellow exterior walls on the ground floor, and lemon-yellow exterior walls on the second and third floors.There are nine arched gates inlaid on the outer wall of the first floor... Heimdall squinted his eyes in doubt. There are indeed nine gates. There are two white Lauric stone pillars standing on both sides of the central arch. The most important decoration is a golden clock with no pointer, and there is also a clock squatting in the center of the top of the house. Like the clock on the door, it also has no pointer.

Heimdall heard the rattle of clockwork as he walked through the archway.

Once inside the door, Draco let out a "wow".

Heimdall was also in a daze and couldn't recover.

Different from the simple and unpretentious appearance, its front hall is quite distinctive. The overall style is constructed by porphyry and jasper. Marble pillars of various colors are arranged in rows in the hall, forming a towering and bright space.Every two stone pillars form an arch shape, and each arch is framed by a layer of horseshoe-shaped arches. Magically transformed translucent clouds swim and sway between the arches. The effect is highlighted vividly.

The entire front hall is full of jade pillars, overlapping colorful arches, and the colors are complicated, which is dizzying.

"It is said that this house was designed by the first-generation patriarch himself." Rommel said indifferently.

Heimdall thought to himself that the first-generation patriarch must have an unconstrained zest for life.

Rommel led them through the arches of stone pillars one by one. When they walked through the ninth arch, the stone pillars retreated to both sides like flowing water, like two walls, densely arranged together, and the eyes suddenly opened up.

Heimdall nodded secretly, probably this is the real front hall.

There were already many people standing in the front hall, filled with buzzing conversations, they were like water droplets entering the sea, blending into the crowd without attracting too much attention.

"These are all relatives of your family?" Draco looked around, speechless.

Heimdall had no way to say "yes" or "no", "I don't know." He could only answer this.

After a while, footsteps came from behind, and the three boys who were in the same car just now came hurriedly under the leadership of several adult wizards.

When the adult wizards saw Rommel, they froze for a moment, and after a moment of hesitation, they came forward to exchange greetings.

Rommel's attitude remained the same, but he definitely had nothing to do with "kindness". Instead, the wizards relaxed, and the tension between their eyebrows and eyes faded a lot.

The children stood there, looking at each other speechlessly.

"Let's... introduce ourselves." The little cousin faltered and peeked at the two cousins.

Seeing that the two brothers did not object, they ran up to Heimdall with a smile on their faces and said, "I am Aksu, you can just call me Aksu." He shook Heimdall's hand as he spoke, and then grabbed Draco Shake it.

"This is Barn." He pointed to his eldest cousin.

"That is……"

"Fair," the second cousin took his cousin's words and glanced at Heimdall. "Just call me Phil."

Heimdall and Draco shook hands with him.

"I'm Heimdall."

Although the answer is obvious, hearing it with your own ears has an extraordinary feeling. The three brothers can't help but look at each other.

Heimdall introduced Draco to them again, "This is my cousin Draco Malfoy."

The eldest cousin Barn was taken aback, "The British Malfoy family?"

Although he was taught by his father not to get carried away in front of others, Draco couldn't help asking knowingly, "You know?"

Bahn twitched the corner of his mouth, "I know."

A thought flashed through my mind. I had never heard of a branch of Sturluson getting married to the Malfoy family. It was most likely a relative of Heimdall Sturluson's biological parents. Thinking of what I heard before "My grandmother is from the Sturluson family", Barn couldn't help thinking.

"Why are we standing here?" Aksu was the youngest, with a lively and active personality, and soon became impatient.

He actually ran to the side stone pillar and picked out the rice-sized white jade with his fingers. Bain was shocked and quickly grabbed him and dragged him away from those expensive stones.

In the blink of an eye, Aksu slipped to another pillar to remove the relief on the pier, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, and then his eyes lit up as if he had discovered some new world, and he climbed up the pillar by stepping on the concave and convex relief. .

By the time Bahn and the others reacted, he had already climbed on top of everyone.

This time, everyone was overlooked by him.

Aksu's father's eyes were straightened, leaving behind a thousand people to rush to the pillar and shout angrily.

This movement attracted the attention of the entire hall.

Aksu was quite excited, he didn't know he was afraid at all, and he even waved at his father, scaring his father so much that he didn't dare to yell anymore, he just hoped that his restless son would come down from the top as soon as possible.

Just when Aksu's father went to take out his wand with his backhand, Aksu suddenly danced and screamed, broke away from the pillar, and was slowly sent to the ground.

Just got up with a dazed look on his face.

Aksu's father rushed over to grab him by the back collar in three steps at a time, and slammed his other hand on his buttocks.

Aksu's mouth shrunk, howling heart-piercingly.

Draco stared at the father and son dumbfounded, his eyes were full of disbelief, how dare he disobey his father like this!How could this father beat his son in full view? !

What Heimdall paid attention to was the levitation technique that appeared suddenly. He glanced back.

The Sturlussons around looked sideways or commented on this incident, and Aksu's father smiled at the witnesses in embarrassment, expressing his apology, and facing all kinds of gazes, he still held his head high and his chest was calm.

Heimdall nodded in his heart, having a lot of affection for this father.

The center of the hall suddenly fell silent, and this atmosphere immediately spread along the four corners like a wave.

The entire hall became silent in an instant, and many people did not dare to vent their anger.

The crowd parted from the middle, and a group of old wizards came out. A witch in a maroon robe at the end of the line looked up at the crowd, her gray eyebrows frowned, and she raised her wand against her neck. "Where's Rommel? Why didn't you see him?" The voice was hoarse and slow, just enough for everyone in the hall to hear.

Heimdall was quite surprised. He was already prepared to be "deaf-mute". After all, he could not speak any of the languages ​​of the Nordic countries. He did not expect that the lady spoke English.

Maybe it was to take care of the people who came from afar...

Thinking this way, Rommel flashed out from behind him, and the clansmen in front immediately wanted to give way to him. The smiles on the faces of several people were really flattering, and Rommel all treated them coldly and stayed where they were.

"Well, it's good to be here." The elder obviously didn't want to embarrass him.

When several elders stood still, everyone surrounded them around them.

Rommel still stood there without moving, as if deliberately fighting against the elders.

No one among the elders uttered a word to reprimand him, probably because they are used to it.

When the clansmen saw it, they chattered again in a low voice.

Several elders nodded to each other, and the representative of the witch who spoke just now spoke.

"The reason for calling everyone here today is for a major event. It can be said that it is a major event that our Struluson family has been paying close attention to for centuries..."

Before he could finish his words, Heimdall heard his father sneer suddenly.

He turned his head to look, and Rommel looked ahead with a stern expression and deep eyes.

What happened?

The crowd in front suddenly became commotion, and the female elder's words sounded again, with a hint of uncontrollable excitement in her words.

"Brothers and sisters! We have finally found the descendant of Jolf Sien Sturluson. Blessed by the ancestors, a genius has come to our Sturluson family again!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Rommel's eyes narrowed, his eyes were as cold and sharp as a knife, and they shone coldly.

Draco looked confused, "What Jolf?" He looked at Heimdall puzzled.

Heimdall didn't answer him, but looked straight at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of everyone surrounded by the elders.

That boy is Yolf's reincarnation?

"He looks just like you," Draco whispered.

Heimdall smiled when he heard this, "Why is he like me, I should be like him."

Draco shook his head, "He looks younger than you."

Heimdall just smiled.

No wonder the elders were so excited. It is difficult to describe the appearance of the "reincarnation" just by "likeness". At a young age, with star-like eyes and picturesque eyebrows, to be precise, he is a vivid and shrunken Yolf.

The boy's eyes were indifferent and his demeanor was cold, as if he was not at all moved by the commotion around him.

At first glance, it really looks like a Yolf.

Heimdall's eyes moved away from that face, and slowly moved down to the skirt of his clothes. Then, he raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth turned up, and there was a trace of sharpness in his eyes that he didn't even notice.

A dazzling pendant hangs on the chest of "Reincarnation".

A soaring eagle.

On a chain to the left of the link charm was another item that was also familiar to him.

A ring in the shape of a flying eagle.

"It's really like that." Heimdall kept the words in his mouth.

"What did you say?" Draco asked him to repeat.

Heimdall looked at the noisy crowd in front of him and said with a smile, "I was wondering if I should squeeze in and say 'Congratulations' twice like them."

The author has something to say: Although this article does not match the plot of the UK for the time being, what should happen there will still happen. The changes in the relationship here are mainly referenced from the first part of the thriller movie "Butterfly Effect".

Even if the history is changed, the intended result will still happen.This is a concept brought to people by "The Butterfly Effect"-history has the ability to repair itself. If a certain link in it changes, history will slowly return to the original track little by little.

In other words, the background of Harry's final victory over Voldemort will not change, and it is also to respect the original.

The difficulties and trials that Harry has to endure every school year will not change, but the process will change. For example, the second grade should be the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets and other plots. Lucius, Hermione and others will naturally have other roles. Come on the bench to complete the tasks that should have been done by them, promote the plot, and connect with the final result.

Without Lucius, the diary will still appear, without Hermione, Harry will still go to Fight the Orochi, the result remains the same, what changes is the process.

Rieger didn't know the plot, and didn't intend to correct it, so the effect of the butterfly flapping its wings was weak, and it was impossible to change the result that justice must win.

Perhaps the director of "Butterfly" wanted to express an idea that history cannot be changed. If the result really deviates from the historical trend, it is not history, but a new life has been created.

So our article is fan YY.