HP's Foreign Land

Suddenly there was a short and rhythmic knock on the door outside, and everyone's expressions turned serious. They felt that they should not be disturbed right now, so they felt somewhat unhappy and conflicted.

Katerina smiled apologetically, "I asked him to get it." She said, taking the box from Bjorn. "It's more reassuring to hand over such an important thing to him."

Who is this "he"?

There was a murmur in everyone's mind, and they couldn't help but look at the slightly opened door. They listened and listened with all their strength, but they couldn't hear anything clearly except for a few intermittent words.

Can't help but gritted his teeth and began to slander.

Two unkind old fellows!

At this time, Snow had already sat down.

It should be said that he calmed down.

It is understandable for others to think wildly. Most of the people here have never seen Rieger, but he is different. He can be sure that the "he" Katerina said is Rieger, and Rieger is outside the door at this moment.

Hearing the series of indistinct but extremely familiar voices, Snow suddenly calmed down.

At this moment, he thought a lot.

Thinking of when the child was a little older, one day he was suddenly injured all over by the cauldron, uncharacteristically stopped being stubborn, and obediently followed him home.Perhaps at that time, he had a faint premonition that Lige was no longer the original Lige. The reason why he didn't let himself think about it was that subconsciously he was more willing to see this change, or to be close to this sudden obedience. child.

Although sometimes it is unavoidable to think of the original Lige, that vague and strange child, a little disappointed and guilty...

The fragments of previous life gathered in my heart bit by bit, and finally rushed like a wave.

"Rig should have accepted it?" He heard his own dry voice.

"how is this possible."

Snow looked up in surprise.

Rommel's tone was dull, but there was an undisguised flying look on his brows.

"Don't you understand the child you brought up? Is he so 'resigned to his fate' that he would easily 'catch him without a fight'?"

Snow opened his mouth and blurted out, "Sometimes he is quite negative, as long as he doesn't touch the bottom line, he will let it go."

Rommel laughed, "I'm really jealous of you, you really know him quite well."

Snow's mood brightened suddenly, with a hint of complacency, "Of course, he has lived with me since he was a child."

As he spoke, he fell silent suddenly, and murmured, "Does it mean that he has accepted the new identity by accepting what belongs to Yolf?"

"What is a new identity?" Rommel's voice was mocking.

Snow frowned.

"Shit reincarnated!"

Snow sighed helplessly after hearing this, "You also heard it just now..."

"So what?!" Rommel looked aggressive. "So what if he was reincarnated, Rig is still Rig, Heimdall is still Heimdall, none of this will change because of that reincarnation, his biological parents are both British, and now he calls me Dad, you are his uncle, Lucius is his uncle... Will these be obliterated? Because there is an extra title belonging to Yolf for no reason, will these facts not exist?"

Snow was speechless after being robbed by him.

"I only believe in one reason, that Yolf is dead." Rommel's face sank. "I don't want someone to whisper in my ears. How can someone who died hundreds of years ago come back? Even if he came back, he would not be the original Yolf. Heimdall Strulusson is Heimdall Sturlusson Sturluson!"

Following Rommel's gaze, Snow found that these words were actually addressed to Bjorn, Katerina, and the clansmen present who were forced to know the truth.

Everyone present couldn't help feeling tense.

This is the current patriarch's warning and his attitude towards this matter.

Everyone knows what to do.

Snow let out a long sigh of relief, that's right, just like what the elder brother said, Rieger is Rieger, and this will never change.

"I've heard his Potions grades have been poor."

Everyone was stunned.

It's Hoffs again.

Rommel didn't look angry at all, his eyes showed a touch of tolerance and helplessness, just like a loving father who worried about his son's academic performance.

Everyone was surprised when they saw it. They didn't expect that Rommel really treated the child as his own son. As he said, treating the child well has nothing to do with Jolf.

It is only natural for a father to show love to his son, and there is no need for any bullshit reason at all.

Rommel's words were imperceptibly consolidated once again, and at the same time, it also made everyone see clearly what kind of class status Heimdall Strulusson had in the hearts of their patriarchs.

"Rommel, you are too rude, you didn't inform us when you had a son." Someone said jokingly.

More people echoed.

With Rommel Sturluson's social status and family status, it would not be an exaggeration to make a formal adoption ceremony, and it would not be an exaggeration to "celebrate the whole world and join in the grand event", but he did the opposite, except occasionally hearing that Some people joked that apart from his "child control" disease, other times he was more peaceful than the slightly stagnant water.

Everyone's hearts moved, could it be that he knew the child's extraordinaryness long ago, and deliberately kept it secret?

All kinds of doubts, associations, and guesses are like snowballs, getting bigger and bigger.

Bjorn and Katerina exchanged a look, and they were satisfied with the development of the situation. At least, they said what they wanted to say and what they could say, and achieved the purpose of talking quickly.

From this point of view, those who stayed were indeed sensible people in the clan, and the next thing should be handed over to Rommel. They could retreat behind the scenes and wait and see what happened.

The two old men thought they had done a good thing, but in fact Rommel scolded them bloody in his heart.

I want you to be troublesome! ! !

This made Chairman Sturluson, who disdained to go back and only focused on the present, feel even more disgusted with the theory of reincarnation.

"Rommel, take me to meet your baby Rieger. I've heard about it for so many years, but I haven't even met him once." Hofs generously proposed.

"It's because you don't know how to seize the opportunity. There is a family gathering at the beginning of the month." Rommel raised the corner of his mouth.

"Can't you see it now?" Hoffs glanced at him.

Rommel stood up.

Hofs nodded with a smile, he knew that Rommel agreed to his request.

The others also stood up and asked to go together.

"What are you doing! Why are you so excited all of a sudden? It will scare my son!" Rommel feigned displeasure.

The crowd burst into laughter.

After changing the tension and dullness just now, the atmosphere became more relaxed.

After asking about Heimdall's location, Rommel led a group of people to the small reception room downstairs.

The clansmen whispered behind them, talking about Heimdall.

His glorious deeds were naturally discovered one by one, about sugar mice, about Bangor's favor, about his outstanding achievements... Discordant notes such as potion science and history of magic, everyone has a tacit understanding Harmonized them.

Anyway, let's talk about it.

The more you know about Heimdall, the more face you will have. People who don't know or know little can't help but feel dejected, complaining that they are too closed.

Hoffs could not help but laugh.

Ambiguity is even more heart-wrenching than a public announcement that takes a lot of effort.

Everyone has this problem. When a matter is settled, it will not attract much attention. After the uproar passes, it will quickly subside.

The results that seem to be true or false often make people feel up and down, followed by never-ending debates and never-ending conjectures.

Specious rather than confusing.

Believe it or not.

Regardless of whether Rommel did it intentionally or unintentionally, his trick of "advancing through retreat" is really good.

Hofs thought to himself, nine out of ten of these tribesmen have already believed 60.00%.

When they entered the living room, they were surprised to find that it had been transformed into a small library, and furniture such as sofas, coffee tables, and corner cabinets were replaced by rows of tall and heavy bookshelves.

In order to incorporate sufficient light, small trident-shaped candlesticks connected in parallel with three candles are suspended in the air, and the chandeliers and floor lamps are replaced with bright and soft wall lamps.

The room was filled with the aroma of paper and ink, washing away the lazy atmosphere filled with the aroma of wine.

"In order to facilitate Rigg's reading, Katerina moved all the books in the library here." Rommel explained lightly and in a low voice.

The clansmen looked at each other, seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Rommel pricked up his ears and listened, then stepped forward.

The people behind saw it and quickly followed.

The beige carpet sucked up most of the footsteps, and when Rommel found Heimdall, he didn't realize that he was already surrounded by a large group of people.

"Rig." Rommel looked up and smiled.

The clansmen behind them also raised their eyes.

I saw a boy sitting sideways on a scaffold-like roller ladder that was almost as high as the bookshelf, with his head down, holding a book in his left hand and a magic wand in his right. Surrounded by three open books, he seemed to be interacting with each other. In contrast to reading, right now he is directing the pages of these books with his wand.

Looking intently, the boy was wearing a white shirt on his upper body, a sweetheart-neck sweater vest with lemon yellow inlays and brown-green two-color checks, a pair of dark brown trousers on his lower body, black cotton socks on his feet, and two leather shoes were left behind. below the ladder.

Hearing Rommel's call, he immediately turned his head.

Looking at the face that resembled Yolf, everyone felt dazed for a while.

"It's really like..." Someone couldn't help sighing.

Hofs couldn't help but think amusedly, now 60.00% should almost become [-]%...

Meanwhile, Heimdall had climbed down the ladder and was quickly putting on his shoes.

Everyone was annoyed to find that they could only watch him getting closer and closer, and they didn't know what to say or what to say in the face of this situation.

Those who are usually eloquent have become clumsy and clumsy.

Heimdall stopped in front of his father, suddenly faced with so many people, and said that he didn't feel anything at all, that must be fooling people.

"My son, Heimdall Strulusson." Rommel's voice echoed in the quiet library room.

Like a thunderbolt, it pierced into everyone's heart.

It seems that he is introducing his own child to Hofs, but he is actually making an announcement to all the clansmen present.

This is Rommel's belated "adoption declaration".

Everyone didn't understand, and their eyes tightened.

"I have known you for a long time. Since you cherish words like gold, I have the cheek to introduce myself." Hofs smiled and held out his hand. "I'm Hoffs. According to the analysis of blood relatives, your father is my uncle, and we are brothers."

"I know you, you are Anar's father." Heimdall held that hand.

Hofs shook it and released it, "That kid is really annoying."

Heimdall said nothing.

Hofs laughed and said, "If he has half of your knowledge, I will die with peace."

Rommel sneered, "Don't take advantage of Lige, you said you were brothers with him just now, why are you comparing him with your son now?"

Hofs ignored him, and said directly to Heimdall: "You are also very annoying, old man."

Heimdall had no choice but to smile.

"When are you going to talk about it, it's our turn!" The clansmen who were left aside complained dissatisfiedly.

"That's right, don't waste your time!"

Facing their enthusiasm, Heimdall was dumbfounded, and wanted to know all of them one by one?

"It's useless to escape." Rommel patted him on the shoulder earnestly, and pulled him in front of the people.

"There is a saying that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."

Heimdall sighed heavily in his heart as he looked at the strange smiling faces eager to try.

Hopefully the ensuing troubles will stop there.

This introduction went on for a long time, at least Heimdall thought it was a long time.

He had to make sure again and again that he remembered his name, and these grandparents, uncles and aunts, uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, nephews and nephews went home contentedly.

Heimdall held his head in pain, feeling that his brain capacity was seriously overloaded.

In less than 15 minutes, he memorized all the names of 49 people, and he was able to call them out verbatim face to face.

Rommel was secretly stunned, but also proud.

Recalling the expressions of shock, envy and jealousy of the clansmen just now, Rommel felt very bright in his heart, and suddenly felt that the world is really beautiful.

Snow rubbed Heimdall's temples. Heimdall was stunned for a while, then suddenly thought of something, and looked at Rommel.

"Dad, I want to go to Oslo tomorrow to watch the Vulcans practice before the game."

When Rommel heard this, a few small dark clouds suddenly appeared in the beautiful sky.