HP's Foreign Land

On the night of August 27th, the weather was quite pleasant. Although the surrounding fields were completely dark, and no frogs and insects could be heard from the edge of the forest, the noisy popularity drove away the usual silence. Stained-glass lamps of tall owls were lit, and one or two realistic owls could be heard as one walked past them.

Today's birthday star, Solger Sturlusson, was wearing a dark purple dress-style wizard robe with silver thread, and stood at the gate of the ancestral house with a decent smile to welcome guests.

The gorgeous robes are rippling under the light of the night light due to his every move, but they won't steal the limelight from the style of the clothes. At first glance, it looks like layers of layers floating on the lake. The silvery white ripples give the owner of the clothes the luxury and elegance of self-admiration.

Solger's clothes and demeanor immediately caused a small-scale commotion among the invited guests. He was hailed as a very "Jorph", and they all praised him and flattered his horse. Fake.

Although Heimdall's dress is more formal-based on politeness, but because of the formality, it is inevitable that it will be the same. It is more than one level worse than the yellow-robed Solger. Heimdall originally wanted to make his suit a thousand and one pieces Wearing a silver silk robe, my father reminded me "There is no need to take such painstaking efforts".

In fact, it didn't take much effort at all, and there was no painstaking effort at all, but Heimdall obediently changed one.

Victor always said that he looked so good in that color, and how attractive he was, and the result of being attractive was attractive.

Heimdall deeply believed that the robe was actually the "criminal motive" that induced Victor to be "moving", because he was immediately excited when he was motivated.

So much so that later, when Heimdall looked at the color of the robe, no matter how insignificant it looked, he would take it out every now and then to see the light, but now it was completely put in a corner.

The robe must have perception, maybe how wronged it is.

When Heimdall, who was dressed in a well-proportioned black dress and robe, walked in front of Mr. Birthday, the Great Elder standing beside him, who had been entertaining guests with a smile on his face, raised his eyebrows, "Why are you dressed like this!"

Heimdall looked at the clothes, found nothing wrong, and asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

"I thought you were getting married today."

Heimdall rolled his eyes, "Hurry up and take a closer look, I will definitely not invite you to watch the ceremony when I get married."

"Then let's take a picture together later." Lange seemed to be kind.

Heimdall didn't expect him to have such a thick skin!

The clansmen coming and going around were full of surprises. How could Elder Lange joke with a child in such a pleasant manner? !

What is even more surprising is that the child is so ignorant.

When they saw Rommel behind Heimdall clearly, they suddenly realized that it turned out to be the son adopted by the patriarch.

The clansmen thought that they had found an explanation, and their surprise gradually subsided, but some people's sycophantic thoughts grew more and more.

The Great Elder seemed to be in high spirits, chatting endlessly with Heimdall, but the birthday boy was left aside today, which seemed a little desolate.

Of course Solger would not take advantage of it, nor did he have the guts to do so.Seeing that the Great Elder seemed to be having a good conversation with that Heimdall, he turned his eyes and aimed at Rommel who had never said a word.

It has not been a day or two since Soljaer wanted to get close to the patriarch. The problem is that he has no chance to get close. Ever since his adopted son moved out of the ancestral house, Rommel has also left. I heard that the patriarch doesn’t like the patriarch very much when chatting with the patriarch. I heard that the reason why he acted like this was mainly due to the deepening conflict with the Great Elder, so if he could avoid seeing him, he simply disappeared.

Although the group of elders introduced him to the whole family, Solger was still a little dissatisfied. Why didn't the elders want to formally introduce him to Rommel?

Taking advantage of the birthday party, Solger was finally able to show off himself.

But Rommel didn't look sideways and focused on his adopted son, which made Solger secretly annoyed. After his status rose, his temper also improved. It's not accidental to scold the house elves behind his back. It's a little careless. All in exchange for a thunderous rage, which made the house-elves around him panic as if they were going to light a firecracker every time they approached him.

After a while, the conversation over there seemed to be coming to an end. Rommel squinted slightly, and met Solger's gaze. Solger was elated, and his beautiful big eyes were full of excitement. become radiant.

Rommel was expressionless at first, which made Solger's heart pounding. Unexpectedly, the corner of the patriarch's mouth turned up in the next second, and a smile appeared on his face. Solger was almost happy when he saw it. have to pass out.

It's a pity that the exchange of eyes was fleeting. When Solger heard someone calling his name, he turned his eyes unwillingly, and his mood was even worse when he took a closer look. The one who disturbed the situation was the patriarch's adopted son Heimdall.

Heimdall took out a half-palm-sized gift box from the pocket of his robe. The outside had been wrapped and sealed with colored paper and silk thread. This small box was stuffed by his father before he came here.Although the birthday presents have already been handed over to the house-elves, the meeting gift needs to be prepared separately.Heimdall also saw a lot of people in front of him joking with Solger and handing over presents face to face. After finally finishing talking with the Great Elder, he hurriedly took out the presents and handed them in before entering the door. There was already a long line behind him. .

Although the gift box is not big, the outer packaging is exquisite and eye-catching, especially the silk sash tied on it is like sprinkled with gold powder, and the stars are dazzing. Soljeer was very moved when he saw it. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the gift box was taken away by the elder. I took it.

"Yo, that looks good, thank you on behalf of Solger."

Solger's hands froze there, and it was very embarrassing not to move up or down.

Heimdall rubbed his nose, the birthday star is right in front of his eyes, do you still need your old generation to get metabolism?

The surrounding clansmen were not surprised. After listening to their whispers, they realized that the great elder Lange seemed to be "messy" often.

Heimdall was speechless, originally he still wanted to be the Best Actor, but the Oscar Best Actor is already on the list.

Solger quickly returned to normal, and thanked Heimdall with an indifferent smile. In the words of the clansmen who do things according to the wind, it is "ten drops of Jolf".

Heimdall was upset.

He doesn't care about the name of reincarnation. It doesn't mean that he is willing to see others pretending to himself under the name of reincarnation. In addition, he listened to the old man going around in circles these days, and he is extremely tired of talking about reincarnation.Heimdall can be out of sight, out of mind and out of mind, but when everyone comes to him, no matter how calm his heart is, he can't help spitting blisters. He is not a benevolent God.

Isn't it just a show, he will too.

Heimdall's thoughts changed, and the arrogance of a certain young master was immediately reflected in him, and he was imitated ten to ten times. After getting along with his cousin for a long time, he has some experience and experience. The ancestral pretentiousness of the Malfoy family can be seen in his eyes Keep it in mind, it is very familiar.

It's a pity that he was somewhat similar to Draco at first, but then turned around and ran in the other direction without anyone noticing. This is not something he can stop, otherwise he must be more bluffing than now.

Solger was indeed bluffed, to be precise, he was too surprised. After all, there are very few people in the family who don't like him, and it is the first one who dares to show his face face to face. Anar, who was rumored to be the next patriarch, did not dare to be so blatant.

This is the first blatant provocation that Soljeer has encountered since his "debut", and it is still a provocation with a hint of contempt.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him!Of course, Heimdall can't commit murder in public, but the next level is still feasible.

Immediately pulled out a Malfoy-style smirk, with a casual sarcasm in his eyes, and a three-point unattainable awe-inspiring majesty naturally appeared in the eyes, Heimdall narrowed his eyes slightly, and then walked away without looking back into the door.

Solger, who hadn't fully regained his senses, froze completely. If the great elder hadn't coughed deliberately, shaking his sanity back in time, even "ten drops of Yolf" would seem to be out of shape.

Solger quickly gathered himself together, and bravely greeted the next group of guests. Those who are interested can find that the smile is no longer as casual and calm as before.

***

"How is it?" Heimdall asked his father with a smile.

Rommel smiled, patted his head and gave affirmation, "If Lucius is present, he must be in a complicated mood."

The nephew was even more penetrating than his own son when handling the money from the Malfoy family.

"I just don't want to talk to him." Heimdall said happily after being praised by his father, "It turns out that Draco's style is so easy to use!"

Rommel was speechless. How did the self-proclaimed noble temperament of the Malfoy family become a sign of autism once it passed his mouth?

As soon as the father and son stood still in the front hall, their conversation was interrupted by socializing from left to right. The father and son glanced at each other and turned their heads resignedly to cheer up.

Anar smiled and leaned over to talk to Heimdall, and Heimdall found that the three cousins ​​he had met in the carriage had followed behind him.

The youngest, Aksu, was still the same. Whenever he saw Heimdall, he quickly ran forward to say hello. He was naughty and clever like a little boy.

Heimdall has a good impression of him. Aksu is much simpler than his two cousins, and there are fewer twists and turns in his stomach, so there is no barrier in getting along.

Greeting each other friendly with the three cousins, Heimdall turned to look at Anar: "I thought you wouldn't come." The original disapproval was quite obvious.

"You have to show off the surface." Maybe it was Heimdall who was talking, so Arnar was straightforward.

"My grandpa didn't come." Anar said again. "I came with my father." After speaking, he pointed in a certain direction.

Only then did Heimdall realize that it was Hofs who was talking to Rommel.

Before Heimdall could say anything, Anar couldn't wait to come over and said, "I have good news for you, Soljaer will be enrolled in Heideggerach in early September."

Heimdall didn't react for a while, and Arnar became puzzled when he saw it, so he had to go further, "That means he won't go to Durmstrang."

Heimdall seemed to understand a little bit, and couldn't help laughing: "I really didn't think of this at all."

Anar looked at him seemingly jealously, "You are too heartless!"

"If you don't want to be strong."

It was an unintentional remark, but Anar's face froze when he heard it, a little embarrassing.

***

Soljaer was surrounded by the crowd in the center of the hall, in front of him was a birthday cake about one person tall, dotted with layers of colorful sweets and desserts, like a Mount Everest made of desserts.

The moment Solger blew out the top candle, the hall erupted in applause.

The congratulatory sound of "Happy Birthday" echoed in the room for a long time.

There are also those who are indifferent, such as Hofs, such as Arnar, such as Heimdall Strulusson.

He quietly took out his pocket watch and looked at it, muttered a few words to himself, then looked around to find the elder, planning to leave after the showdown.

Who knew that he would be "snatched first" by the Great Elder.

"Back to school the day after tomorrow?"

Heimdall didn't expect him to appear suddenly, he was startled for a moment and then nodded.

Lange said, "How about chatting with me, an old man?"

Heimdall looked around, wondering why his father had disappeared. This doubt rolled in his heart, and then he smiled at Lange, "Lead the way."

Lange took him to his study room, and Heimdall saw the huge painted screen behind the desk at a glance, covered with white snow, and a gray-brown tree branch crossed the upper left of the picture, and the branch was hanging down. An old pocket watch, with a vague Stulu pine tree emblem engraved on the case, the snow on the branches sometimes falls down, and occasionally one or two small animals run quickly from the snow However, leaving a series of fine footprints...

The whole picture is lively and lifelike, and it looks like it was done by a famous artist. Heimdall, who has a negative artistic cell, couldn't help but glance at it several times.

They sat down on the three-seater sofa in front of the large window. The night outside the glass window was as dark as ink, and the two teacups on the coffee table were emitting green smoke. It seemed that they had already prepared for the conversation.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Heimdall was not polite to him, he grabbed a piece of shortbread in the shape of a pumpkin and stuffed it into his mouth.

Langerci smiled connivingly, and Heimdall choked on his laughter, and retracted his paws to grab the second snack.

Lange saw the vigilance on his face, and stuffed another whole piece of pumpkin shortbread into his mouth, and his cheeks became more bulging when chewing. Even if he had a little bit of momentum, he bulged it up now. It's even more fun.

"As long as I, Lange Westner Strulusson, am still alive, I can guarantee with my reputation that Solger will never have any conflict of interest with you in this life."

Heimdall quickly calmed down after hearing this, slowly swallowed the shortbread in his mouth, and raised his eyes after drinking half a cup of tea, "Is it also to fulfill this 'promise' by letting him study in Heideggerach?"

"You got the news very quickly."

Heimdall was indifferent, "Let's just skip the nonsense."

Lange slowly withdrew his smile, and his eyes suddenly became deep and solemn, "He came up with this idea himself, and I have planned it a long time ago, so it can be said that it is exactly what I want."

Solger is more or less self-aware. Fake ones will eventually be burnt to ashes. The more he merges with Yolf's original life trajectory, the easier it is to expose the fact that he is a "fake". Heideggerak is just the best choice. On the other hand, looking at Rommel's sudden impulse to run a school at that time, it became his life-saving straw. If he entered Durmstrang...it's really hard to say what will happen.

After figuring this out, I don't know how Rommel will feel...

Lange glanced sideways at the snow screen without any trace, yes, their patriarch Mr. is sitting behind that screen right now.

"You want to end the legend of Jolf in my generation, don't you?" Heimdall asked.

Lange laughed and took a sip from his teacup, "What you said is part of the plan. The first thing I have to do and must do is to maintain the family's reputation."

There was a trace of confusion in Heimdall's eyes, and he hesitated, "I don't understand what you mean..."