HP's Foreign Land

"Even if he is really the reincarnation of Yolf, there is no need to flatter him. We are the direct line of the first-generation patriarch, and Yolf didn't even have the qualifications back then, let alone this 'brother' who suddenly appeared!"

Heimdall and Draco both turned their heads, Barn and the others were surprised when they heard this, while Anar walked over with a sullen face, his eyes full of sarcasm.

Flattery?Go up and say "Congratulations" and become a flatterer?

Generally speaking, the greater the reaction, the more disturbed the heart is.

Heimdall nodded suddenly, "Is that so? Thank you for reminding me."

Anar was startled when he heard this, but he didn't expect Heimdall to be so "spirited". He was blocked from what he wanted to say next, so he had to smile embarrassingly, and looked at Rommel's reaction in a blink of an eye.

Of course, the result was quite disappointing to him. Mr. Patriarch had a calm expression on his face, and he remained on the sidelines, doing nothing.

Anar frowned, turned and walked away.

Heimdall originally wanted to formally introduce Draco to him, but seeing him like this, he simply gave up and quietly introduced the relationship between his family and the Arnar family to his cousin.

After hearing this, Draco couldn't help but ask, "Who the hell is that Yolf?"

Heimdall thought for a while, and said briefly, "...In short, he is a super genius who has never been seen before or since."

Draco was silent for a moment, then said, "Do you believe it?"

"Believe in what?"

"Trust him when he says he will come back."

Heimdall shook his head, "People are dead, how can they come back, unless they become ghosts, if they really reincarnate and return to the human world, then they won't be the original Jolf." The voice was calm and rational.

"Also..." Hearing what his cousin said, Draco also felt that it was ridiculous to be obsessed with this.

"When dying, people try to comfort the living," Heimdall said. "The concept of reincarnation is too vague. Yolf is not a creator god, so how could he predict what will happen after him? He can tell who is his reincarnation. Perhaps even the great wizard Merlin dare not say that he can reappear in his original appearance. Return to the world."

"That is to say, you don't believe that is the reincarnation of Yolf?" Bahn's voice came.

Heimdall sighed in his heart, he had forgotten that there were three other "listening corners", turned his head to look, and wondered if this big cousin's eyes were a little too bright.

"It should be said that I don't believe that Yolf can return to the human world in full swing."

Aksu said with a confused face: "Is there a difference? You mean you don't believe he is reincarnated?"

Heimdall shook his head and said no more.

He always believed that a person has only one destiny, and a person can only live once.

"Let's go."

Rommel's voice sounded in front of him, and he touched his son's head with a smile on his face, his eyes were extremely gentle, and it was hard to believe that he was the cold-faced and secretive Struluson patriarch just now.

"The excitement is over. After sitting in the carriage for so long, you and Draco should take a good rest. There is no need for my son to go crazy with them."

This is Rommel's conclusion?

Heimdall couldn't help laughing and said, "Hearing what you said, I really have a sore back and legs."

Draco sighed, "I'm so hungry."

Rommel laughed, eyes full of relief.

He and Aksu's father nodded politely, in exchange for a surprise and more polite return from the other party.

Rommel left the tumultuous lobby with the two children.

***

Heimdall and Draco were arranged to live in the ancestral house, and only direct descendants could enjoy this honor, and the big family of the three Barnes brothers did not have this qualification.

In fact, Heimdall would rather live in an orange-roofed hut under a hill. The wild and vast living environment is more attractive than the ancestral house with carved beams and painted buildings.

When Rommel took the two children up the stairs to watch the animals and landscape paintings hanging on the walls, Arnar followed his grandfather to the third floor and entered his room.

Looking at the furnishings in the room, Anar curled his lips, and threw himself on the sofa weakly.

Kroner sat down across from him.

"Still angry?"

Anar pursed his lips, "Every time I come to the ancestral house, I live in the suite next to the small study, why should I give way to that impostor whenever he comes!"

"Because that suite is where Yolf lived the most during his lifetime."

Anar was even more annoyed when he heard that.

"Since this is the case, it should have been locked directly at the beginning. Why do I suddenly remember that it is Yolf's old residence!"

"I heard it means the reincarnation himself." Kroner was still not salty, which formed a strong contrast with his grandson's righteous indignation.

Anal sneered and rolled his eyes.

"You're still too young."

Anar was stunned, and was soon infected by his grandfather's calmness, and his resentment gradually subsided.

"You..." He didn't know how to express his mood at the moment.

Kroner smiled kindly, "Do you think I should express something, wondering why my reaction is flat?"

Anal nodded embarrassedly.

Kroner's fiery temper is well known, and something like today should have been violent.

"Everyone is waiting to see our jokes, do we have to meet their needs?" Kroner laughed at himself.

Anar said eagerly: "Could it be that the imposter will really become the next patriarch?"

Kroner said, "Why do you always say that people are 'fakes'?"

There was a trace of confusion in Anar's eyes, and he shook his head, "I don't know why, I just said so after thinking so in my heart."

"He has the backing of the elders."

Anal didn't speak.

Kroner said again, "Haven't you been befriending that little uncle of yours before? Now it seems that the wind direction of our family is about to change, why don't you go befriending the reincarnation? The elders' rights will eventually overwhelm the patriarch .”

It was almost his own idea to play with Lige. Grandpa had never interfered with his decision, and Anal suddenly blushed a little.

"It's just a counterfeit, what's the big deal..." He muttered, with conflicting words.

"It's fine to say things like fakes in front of me, but you must never mention them in front of others!" Kroner's tone suddenly became severe. "Since the elders have announced it in public, the identity of the reincarnation is confirmed. Unless there is an external force to overthrow this conclusion, otherwise the false will always be true!"

Anar shrank his neck silently.

Kroner returned to his amiable look, and said with a smile: "Heimdall is just an adopted son. Although his grandmother is Rommel's aunt, it cannot change the fact that he is not a legitimate Sturluson. Reincarnation is different. Now, whether he's real or not, he's a real Sturluson himself."

Anar was very unhappy when he heard this: "Do you want me to flatter him!"

"Since you can smile at an 'outsider', why can't you say a few more words to 'All Expectations'?"

Finding that his grandfather's tone didn't mean to blame, but a hint of ridicule, Anar boldly said: "Rig is different, he is Rommel's son."

"I just said that elders have more power than patriarchs."

Anar choked, and muttered, "I'm not happy, what's so great about that counterfeit, I'm no worse than him..."

Kroner laughed.

"Oh, that is to say, the reason why you are willing to stay humble is because you believe that you are not as good as your little uncle from the bottom of your heart, and you don't want to cater to the reincarnation because you believe that you have the ability to be equal to him?"

Anal froze for a moment.

Kroner sighed when he saw it, "That's...that's fine."

Anaal looked confused.

Kroner said calmly: "No matter how many disputes I have with Rommel, no matter how bad the rumors are, it has nothing to do with them. You have to remember one thing," the tone changed and became dignified. "Our family and the British branch are direct descendants of the only surviving first-generation patriarch in the entire family. The quarrels and stumbling between the two families over the years are all housework behind closed doors. In other words, we are the only one family. people."

"Don't worry, I understand." Anar nodded seriously.

***

After seeing the room, Draco came to tell him that the view outside the window was good, and he could see the small waterfall. Heimdall smiled and nodded. There was a wall between their room, and Draco could see him can also see.

Heimdall opened the pet cage and released the toffee. The toffee walked around the small room, and then returned to Heimdall to rub his legs. Heimdall picked it up and put it on the window table. On the small desk.

The pod cat was dozing on it.

Draco took out a piece of toffee from his pocket, and carefully teased the toffee. Now that the toffee was willing to talk to him, Draco was happy and knew how to measure it. He didn't really treat the toffee as a cat or a dog. He offered candy with both hands.

Rommel knocked on the door and asked if they wanted to visit.

The two boys thought they were coming, so they nodded and said they were going.

Bean Pod suddenly stood up, and lightly jumped onto Heimdall's shoulder.

[Finally you can go out for a walk. ]

Heimdall couldn't help but laugh, as if someone had closed it for confinement.

Walking in the ancestral house for a short while, you can deeply understand the unimaginable importance that the descendants attach to that genius.

All the room furnishings related to Yolf have been preserved intact. For hundreds of years, no patriarch dared to be unconventional, and no clansman dared to be disrespectful.

"Inside this wall is Jolf's small study." Rommel knocked on the wall with his hand. On the wall hung a portrait that was as tall as a person. In the background of lush branches and leaves, there was a dozing dog. Cute white owl.

From time to time, there was a slight cry of "coo coo coo".

Draco was speechless, were they looking at the wall or the portrait?

"Master." A voice came from the air, startling Heimdall and Draco.

[It's a house-elf. ] The pod cat told him not to panic.

I know, Heimdall sneered in his heart, because he was suddenly frightened.

"What's the matter?" Rommel said calmly.

"Just now the elders conveyed to me the words of reincarnation. The reincarnation said that he doesn't mind you and your family visiting his room." The house elf spoke neither humble nor overbearing, and Heimdall guessed that he should be Hina's son. My friends are so busy.

"Thank you Mr. Reincarnation for me." Rommel's tone sounded normal.

Because his back was facing them, Heimdall couldn't see the expression on his father's face at this moment.

Draco curled his lips, "He really knows how to put on a show, and it's not Yolf himself."

Heimdall said nothing.

Rommel turned around and smiled, "Well, since Mr. Reincarnation has agreed, we shouldn't refute his kindness, children, come with me."

A door ten meters away opened in response.

Different from the single room where Heimdall and Draco lived, this suite consists of three rooms. Connecting the door is a living room with a fireplace, the middle is a bedroom with a washroom, and there is a cloakroom at the end.

There is also a carved wooden door beside the fireplace in the living room, and behind that door is the small study that Rommel just mentioned.

The study door is closed.

It seemed that the reincarnation didn't intend to let them visit the small study, so a group of three people and two animals walked around the suite.

The decoration in the room can be said to be refined, with a colorful ceiling carved with star-shaped patterns above the head, and the relief stone pillars attached to the walls are exquisite and detailed, covered with exquisite geometric patterns inlaid with gold and silver threads, connecting the bathroom in the bedroom It is covered with blue, green, yellow, white and other mosaic tiles, which are similar to the colorful marble colonnade in the front hall. The whole suite is complicated and gorgeous, fully reflecting the status of Yolf's family.

Even the well-informed young master Malfoy couldn't help being speechless, so that he became more and more curious about the legendary ancestor of Sturluson.

"Master." Dodoma called softly.

Rommel frowned, took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, and then said to Draco and Heimdall: "I have something to do, let's go first, and you can just close the door when you leave later," said He raised his eyebrows. "Unless you guard yourself and steal, you can't get in."

This is a bit...

Heimdall and Draco looked at each other without saying a word.

After Rommel left, the remaining two quickly lost their interest and decided to go back to their room to eat something.

Draco put the photo frame back on the table, turned and left.

I only heard a "click" sound at my feet.

Draco looked down, his face suddenly changed.

"I, I didn't do it on purpose..." He hurriedly squatted down to pick up the broken mini cubes all over the floor.

Heimdall hurried over to help, and the two quickly picked up all the things and put them on the table.

It turned out that the picture in the photo frame was not a painting, but a puzzle.

Heimdall flipped the small squares, which were basically letters, "What's written on the picture?"

Draco shook his head, his face turned pale, "I don't know..."

Heimdall picked up a few pieces and looked at them, he was relieved immediately, they were ancient runes.

"It's okay, I'll fight, I know this."

Draco nodded awkwardly, looking shocked.

Heimdall smiled reassuringly, "It's really nothing, the jigsaw puzzle is supposed to come apart, and then it will come apart."

Ten minutes later, they left the room.

The jigsaw puzzle seemed to be intact in its original place.

Dodoma, who has been taking care of the little master on behalf of the master in the dark, walked over to look up at the jigsaw puzzle, then turned around and returned to his life.

At the same time, another elf appeared in the room, glanced at the desk for a few moments, then left without a sound, and replied to the master exactly what he saw, and his master stood up immediately after listening. stand up.

The owner of the house-elf was the female elder in the maroon-red wizard robe.