HP's Foreign Land

Rommel walked up to the three steps of the witness stand, Heimdall immediately stepped aside, and Rommel stepped up.

As soon as he stood still, a small voice came to his ears, "I'm sorry, Dad."

Rommel raised his eyebrows, with a slight smile on his face, and quickly touched the top of his son's head, the force seemed to be heavier than usual, Heimdall smiled embarrassingly, and accepted his father's pain without complaint. A gesture of punishment—if that slight, almost imperceptible "strangeness" was indeed punishment.

Heimdall knew why his father "punished" him, and he was off again.

Rommel put the wand into the self-opening locket and swore.

The troll hall was still silent. The wizards in the listening area were always watching the developments in the courtroom. Even the judges couldn't help but wait with bated breath. At this time, Sirius Black in the dock had lowered his head, his facial features were in the shadows. It's ambiguous, and it's impossible to guess what he's thinking at the moment.

The defense attorney looked over his shoulder.

The representative of the British Ministry of Magic just took out a handkerchief and wiped his face when he felt that the atmosphere was not right. He looked up and was startled. All the wizards in the Hall of Trolls were watching him, and they were even more focused than today's defendant.

Everyone is waiting for him to attack.

The representative said bitterly, he didn't want to be a punch, but sometimes you can't help but "don't want to".

"Mr. Chief..."

As soon as the representative got up, he became hoarse, his eyes collided with those of Rommel Strulusson, his heart trembled for no reason, he forgot what he was about to say, and stood there faltering .

"Please speak louder, my colleagues and I didn't hear what you were saying clearly." The chief on duty issued the first warning after the hearing.

The representative nodded hastily, knowing that it shouldn't be like this, but still involuntarily glanced at the witness stand.

Rommel glanced at the representative contemptuously. The representative seemed to have been frightened, his eyes dodged and he did not dare to focus on the witness stand.

"Mr. Representative, you are blatantly ignoring the warning of this court!" The voice of the chief on duty rang in my ears.

The representative of the British Ministry of Magic was startled, came back to his senses, and apologized.

Thinking that he had a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, the chief said casually: "This is not an example. If this kind of situation happens again, this court will issue an expulsion order for you as soon as possible."

The representative of the British Ministry of Magic forced himself to calm down. The original idea didn't help the development of the matter at all. What's worse, it put it on the track to a more unfavorable situation.It's not his fault.The representative wiped his sweaty brow.It really wasn't his fault.It was all the minister's idea, he was just following the rules.

The minister escaped the trial with a fairly high-sounding excuse, and unfortunately he was arrested to act as the bullshit representative. At this moment, the representative of the British Ministry of Magic felt a sense of isolation and desolation.

I heard that Cornelius Fudge was admitted to St. Mungo's Hospital due to physical and mental exhaustion, and he still remembered today's court hearing at the moment of extreme "dangerous" condition, and conveyed his most sincere apology to the International Wizengamot for not being able to attend, and expressed What the representative said was what he had to say.

There was a hint of mockery in Rommel's eyes.

The latest news he received this morning was that the superb medical skills of doctors at St. Mungo's Hospital "saved" the life of Minister Fudge. disease, and today the minister was finally able to get out of bed and walk around under their treatment.

However, it is absolutely impossible to appear in court if it is limited to underground activities.

In fact, in Rommel's opinion, Fudge finally became smarter. Even when he was strong and healthy, his brain was not working well, let alone when he was "seriously ill" when he "suffered from a variety of digestive tract diseases".If the current British Minister of Magic is required to appear in court to defend himself and the British Ministry of Magic behind him, and confront the defense lawyers in the courtroom, it may cause his old diseases to recur, and even affect his brain, causing some even more regrettable things. "complication".

Another point is equally important. The British Minister of Magic's illness is so timely this time. It should be inseparable from the opposition of the British Ministry of Magic. It is the product of the sincere cooperation between the ruling faction and the opposition. But in the face of the same crisis, the first thing to do should be to join hands to defend against foreign enemies, and let the British Ministry of Magic get over the immediate hurdle first.

What the opposition are most worried about is that their "outspoken" minister will screw things up, although, in the current form, Fudge's grievances may be far more unreasonable than they imagined.

But Rommel Sturluson has already appeared in court, and it is impossible to restore it. What can be done now is to minimize the conflict.

The representative of the British Ministry of Magic thought of this, and quickly abandoned the plan that the minister had given him before, and turned to another order that he had received before coming.

He glanced casually at the direction where Osam was sitting. The latter had a calm demeanor without changing his face.

It represents the determination in the heart.

Heimdall is also very determined.

It's not that he was flustered, but that he felt very unhappy.The British Ministry of Magic chose to reveal this matter on such a public occasion. The motive is not pure, and its intentions cannot be ignored.Of course, he would not naively think that this was a touching scene of a parent-child reunion. The reason why he testified in court did not have the slightest dedication to entertaining the public. What he had always regarded as private in his heart was exposed in public, and it was still purposeful. There is a feeling of being stabbed in the back.

So at this time, Heimdall naturally thought of using the right of underage wizards to keep silent.

Heimdall looked up at his expressionless father, and thought with emotion, it's good to have a father to rely on.

The representatives of the British Ministry of Magic became more disciplined afterward, asking questions that were basically the same as Sirius Black's case, and even the tone of voice was so gentle that they were different.

The spectators around were disappointed.

The judges felt relieved, originally, the courtroom is the place where cases are judged, why are you shouting such nonsense!The judge's job is to keep the case going, not let it stall at a dramatic turn of events.

Heimdall "remained silent" as he stated just now, and he never said a word in public. In the face of questions from defense lawyers and representatives of the British Ministry of Magic, he always spoke directly to his father beside him, and then through Longmei Conveyed from Er's mouth.

All kinds of attention in the court have gradually been adjusted to the case.

Rommel's voice echoed over the quiet Troll Hall——

"...he didn't know the identity of Mr. Sirius Black when he first met him."

"Did they not talk?" asked the representative of the British Ministry of Magic.

"Are you sure we're communicating on the same case?" Rommel casually said sharply.

Someone in the listening area let out a giggle.

The representative immediately blushed, yes, Rommel Strulusson just mentioned that Sirius had transformed at that time.

It has since been learned that Sirius Black was an unregistered Animagus.

Can people and dogs talk in human language—or any other language?The answer is obviously no.

"So your son knows about Sirius Black's escape from Azkaban?"

No need for Rommel to say anything, Heimdall has already nodded.

"Where did you know that?" The representative of the British Ministry of Magic quickly turned to Heimdall.

Heimdall glanced at him, then turned to Rommel again, but did not speak directly to him.

"In the newspaper." Rommel could answer this question directly, and Heimdall was there when he first found out.

The representative let out an annoyed cry in his heart.

In fact, he also understands that the questions he asked are all nonsense, which are all empty and boring. He has already obtained consistent and definitely true answers to these nonsense through the previous witnesses. When it is the turn of the last one, it will be even more futile to ask these questions .

"One last question," said the representative of the British Ministry of Magic. "You witnessed the change with your own eyes and you admitted that you knew his status as a fugitive, so why didn't you report it? Did you already understand that Mr. Black was innocent at that time?"

The representative didn't realize that he had even changed his title, and Blake was given the civilized title of "Mr."

Indeed, Sirius Black told him the truth shortly after taking shape.

Heimdall didn't answer that way. After hearing what he said, Rommel unconsciously hooked the corners of his mouth, and then conveyed his son's words to the representative, "He can't remember."

"Can't remember what?" the representative asked.

"Can't remember how to report."

The representative's face fell when he heard it, and there was a burst of snickering in the listening area, no, it was ridicule to be precise.

Wizards who have read the foreign version of the "Daily Prophet" all remember the messy, cumbersome and confusing contact information published in the newspaper. At that time, the British Ministry of Magic had no intention of paying attention to the situation abroad, and was focused on developing carpets in China. The way of searching and publishing reports against foreign countries is entirely out of a gesture, emphasizing to the people of the world the bitterness and hatred of oneself and the ill-fated fate.

Heimdall fell silent. Sometimes silence can be mocking. The representative of the British Ministry of Magic immediately lowered his head uncomfortably, pretending to look through the messy documents on the table.

The rotating chief on the trial seat put his fingertips under his nose in a pointed shape, and stared at everything in the hall together with his 99 colleagues.

After a while, the representative of the British Ministry of Magic organized his emotions, raised his head and nodded in the direction of the court, with a sense of despair, "I have no problem, Mr. Chief."

The defense lawyer on the other side cooperated highly and hurriedly said, "I have no problem, Mr. Chief."

The rotating chief waved his hand towards the witness stand and said, "Thank you for your cooperation."

The small box on the witness stand was opened, and Sturluson and his son took out their wands, and left the Troll Hall in the direction indicated by the guard on duty.

Before going out, Heimdall couldn't help but look back at the witness stand just now. In fact, the last answer was not his initial reaction.

He wanted to ask the representative, if this matter were to be placed on him, would he be very active in reporting his biological father?Although that biological father never raised him...

***

As soon as he entered the room, everyone in the room stood up.

Both Carlo and Ryan were a little at a loss for their subconscious behavior of standing at attention. They looked at each other for a moment, and then sat back awkwardly.

Heimdall found that Carlo's expression was basically normal, and Rian and Anita looked at him with a little caution.

Little Pepper looked over with his eyes open, full of childish curiosity.The monkey always has a dazed expression that does not worry about everything.Their guardian was hesitant to speak.

This situation made Heimdall feel a little funny.

In fact, he did enjoy it.

Everyone's inexplicably tense nerves suddenly relaxed with his smile, and the atmosphere suddenly became more relaxed.

Victor had already strode up to him and took his hand—there was another hand being held by Rommel.

With a slight tug from Victor, Heimdall let go of his father unconsciously, followed his boyfriend a few steps forward, and then suddenly regained his strength and turned around quickly. At this moment, Rommel smiled, Taking a few steps towards her son, she pressed a loud kiss on his face.

Also at this time, Victor's face was a little dark.

They sat down.

Ryan looked at Heimdall and said, "Is that Sirius Black really your biological father?"

Carlo admired Mr. Christian's ability to say this out loud, and he would never ask such a straightforward question without the slightest prelude.

With this question, everyone looked towards Heimdall and glanced at Rommel by the way.

Heimdall nodded happily.

Ryan just said "Oh", and then began to complain in a low voice, "When can we go back? I'm hungry, aren't you hungry?"

The way Mr. Christian changed the subject was always so sudden and natural.

"If you don't mind, I'll be the host later." Rommel said softly.

"Where to eat?" That's what Rian would take for granted. "I heard that the staff restaurant of the Wizarding Union is very famous..."

Rommel smiled, "Sure, if you all want to go."

As a result, except for Victor, everyone else showed a look of coveting.

Heimdall thought to himself that he had to go to the cafeteria after he finally came out?Even though he "despised" him so much, he was still very curious about the legendary staff restaurant with world-class food, so Heimdall also despised himself by the way.

Someone opened the door. It was Osam Dalton.

"Yo, it's all here."

"Don't talk to me, British Ministry of Magic!" Rommel frowned pretending to be angry.

Osam rolled his eyes and looked directly at Heimdall, "Honey, the International Wizengamot's verdict has come down, the verdict was reversed very successfully, and Mr. Black was released in court."

After 12 years, Sirius Black has finally won his freedom back.

Heimdall walked out of the room and saw Sirius in the corridor. He was standing in front of a flower stand directly in front of him, his face was facing the plants on the flower stand, and the dark green leaves shone like jade under the light. , Sirius stood in the sun and stared at them blankly, maybe he himself couldn't believe that one day he would be able to appreciate the lush plants under the sun with an ordinary posture.

There will never be any in Azkaban prison-sunshine and green plants.

The sound of footsteps woke him up, and he turned his head to meet Heimdall's gaze.

None of them spoke.

The monkey was very excited when he saw Sirius. His father grabbed him who was about to rush out, and shook his head at him. It was obvious that this was not the time for the monkey to come out.

Sirius turned his eyes away from Heimdall's face and cast his eyes on the ground.

The news came so suddenly that he didn't know how to react.In his cognition, his son had been buried in that fire and was no longer alive.

Seeing Sirius' unpredictable expression, Heimdall didn't say a word, and the silence didn't last long. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the black-haired boy who was rushing from the other end of the corridor and then stopped suddenly, Heimdall Just looked over there.

Harry was panting from the run just now, his beautiful emerald eyes gleamed with ecstasy, it was an undisguised desire and urgency, it was just this naked desire that saw Heim Dahl froze for a moment.

Heimdall's heart suddenly brightened, and he waved to Sirius. Sirius looked up at him in puzzlement, and he pointed to where Harry was standing.

Sirius turned to look, and Harry's face lit up.

"Harry!" Excitement and joy erupted on Sirius' face and eyes at the same time.

"Sirius!" Harry couldn't help taking a step forward.

Sirius also quickly took action.

Looking at the pair of "father and son" who hugged each other tightly and then chattered, Heimdall was filled with emotion.

This should be a happy ending!

Someone stroked his hair, and Heimdall smiled.

When Sirius Black regained his senses from the great joy and excitement, and looked up again, the blond boy just now had disappeared.