HP's Foreign Land

Before apparating, Victor mentioned that his lawyer was particularly disgusted by the Ministry of Magic, which is a busy and noisy office—a cup was "modified" by an unwilling person to be attacked by illegal elements within a minute after it was dropped on the ground. , not forgetting to highlight his awareness of being ready to die for the country at any time, and the big things make people panic.

Heimdall thought that Mr. Lawyer must be an upright and decent person, who valued privacy, paid attention to seeking truth from facts, and extremely despised falsification.To be honest, such traits should appear in an upright judge, not a lawyer who takes it upon himself to exploit legal loopholes.

The picture that emerged in my mind: wearing a brand-new wizard robe, shiny leather shoes, meticulously groomed hair, always with a formulaic smile on my face, leaning against a large boss chair, in front of me is a well-organized streamlined cherry A large wooden desk, holding a high-grade stone blue feather pen in his hand, and the seat of the ink bottle is embedded with a gold border with high gold content...

When they appeared in front of a piece of tender green sorrel, Heimdall guessed that his previous brain supplements were eight or nine times out of ten.If he was like this lawyer and worked every day in an environment surrounded by greenery and lush flowers and trees, he would also suffer from crowding phobia, and would shy away from institutions like the Ministry of Magic.

Walking through the criss-crossing paths, carefully avoiding clusters of sorrel with small red or white flowers, a sloping-roof cottage is hidden behind the low-hanging flowers and leaves.Pink and yellow flower buds are dotted on the fence wall in front of the house, and green branches pour down from the wall like a waterfall.In front of the fence stands a hollow stone column, the column head is used to place candles for lighting at night, and the Irish elf holding a rainbow cloth bag on the column is carved lifelike.In front of the pillar is a pool of green water, with two bright yellow water lilies floating on the water.

Victor didn't miss the flash of envy on Heimdall's face.

The owner of this place is Enda McCarris, who has served as Victor's personal lawyer for three years.A true Irish wizard, not an impostor like Kenny who had to imitate his accent.It was only then that Heimdall understood why Victor had easily seen through Kenny's disguise at that time, and Chief Sturluson still stubbornly believed that his Irish accent was very authentic.

"Isn't it too rash to come directly to the door without saying hello?" Heimdall asked.

They stood in front of the white wooden door, and Victor knocked on the door.

"This is also his office. There is no 'reckless' in the dictionary of lawyers. They hope that more people will come to them."

"No...thank you...my master does not accept visits without an appointment..." The voice behind the door was shrill and hesitant, and it was hard to hear the content if you didn't listen carefully. As the master here, it seemed too submissive.

It should be a house elf. The two people outside the door looked at each other. Victor's gaze told Heimdall that his guess was correct.

Look, no one will let you in without an appointment.Heimdall smiled and let him make up his mind.

"I'm Victor Krum, is Enda at home?" Victor cut to the point.

There was a scream from inside the door, and the door was quickly opened. Behind the door stood a house elf wearing a striped napkin. His big goose-yellow eyes were filled with tears, and his two bat ears were drooping listlessly. His fingers trembled.

"The teacup didn't know it was Mr. Krum... The teacup didn't mean to keep Mr. Krum out... The teacup failed its owner's expectations... The teacup is too bad, too bad, too bad..."

Seeing that it was about to hit the nearest wall, Victor said calmly, "Don't waste my time, take me to find your master!"

The teacup had to give up its self-harm plan, but it still knocked its head on the ground hard a few times. The humble posture of kneeling on the ground and the muffled sound of "dong dong dong" made Heimdall feel awkward.Fortunately, the house-elf around him never got such an opportunity.

The trembling house elves took them to the sunny room next to the study. The long and narrow room made of all glass is transparent and bright, and potted plants of all sizes surround it into a mini forest. Victor's personal lawyer is squatting in the corner, with his back to the entrance. , Changing pots for plants, the rhombus-shaped stone floor is full of empty flower pots and tools such as soil, feed, and shovels for changing pots.

"I'm resting today. I don't see anyone." McCarris said without looking back.

The house-elf flinched, and didn't know where to put his awkward hands and feet.

"Then I'll change to a private lawyer next year." Victor said firmly.

McCarris froze for a moment, then looked back... and ordered the house-elf without changing his face, "How can you let Mr. Krum stand here, why don't you hurry up and bring the two guests to my office, good tea Desserts to serve you!" There was a bit of hatred in the words, and Heimdall was speechless when he said that the house elf almost killed himself again to apologize.

Sure enough, he relied on three-inch tongues, and his scruffy appearance gave Heimdall a different first impression from that of a lawyer.

When I saw McCarris again 15 minutes later, he changed out of his muddy robe, his torn gloves, his slippers, and his straw hat.Appearing in the study was a well-dressed gentleman in his thirties, with small round glasses hanging from a gold chain on his high nose bridge, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and laying in ambush the lawyer's exclusive trap .

Could it be that people really want clothes?The McAliss in front of him was actually a little more shrewd than Heimdall had guessed at the beginning. Such a lawyer would definitely be aggressive in court and would leave no room for it.For his client, however, such a lawyer feels very secure.

Under Victor's introduction, McCarris stopped making his advertising expression, and the lines on his face relaxed.

"It's an honor." He took Heimdall's hand. "I've always wanted to meet you, and today I finally got my wish."

"It's not a good thing to be missed by lawyers." Heimdall muttered.

"It's not a good thing to be missed by the judge," McCarris said with a smile. "I just want to recommend myself. As far as I know, you don't have a private lawyer yet."

"No, but I will definitely not hire the same wizard as Victor."

"Why? Have you heard rumors about me?"

"The private lawyer knows the client's property status, economic behavior, etc. very well. If one day some evil intentions arise and all the money is gone, who will Victor and I go to?!" Although there is no By name and surname, the meaning is quite clear.

Despite the professional ethics being questioned, instead of being angry, McCarris laughed.For a lawyer in the wizarding world, such a situation will never happen, unless he has the ability to escape the harshest punishment of spells and the never-ending wizarding prison.

"Has he always been this outspoken?" he asks Victor.

"No, he will politely go around in circles for those who don't like it."

"Oh, he's so cute."

"I suggest you don't be sentimental."

"Are you warning your private lawyer who knows all about your secrets? Beware I really ran away with all the money!"

"Normally someone who would 'confess' like this would have the guts of a needle."

McCarris curled his lips, and Victor picked up the teacup calmly.

"Okay, let's talk about business, why do you want to come to me all of a sudden?"

Victor didn't respond, and Heimdall took the unexpected lawyer's letter from his pocket and handed it to McCarris.

"Rig wants to consult with you, please read this letter." Victor said.

"Calculate carefully, I'm embarrassed to count additional consulting fees when I come with you." McCarris said jokingly, and opened the letter to read. After a while, his expression became serious.

After a while, he placed the flattened letter on the smooth desk.

"Before I explain the purpose of this letter to you, there is a question that must be clarified, if it is convenient."

"Of course, please." Heimdall nodded.

"Your real father was Sir Sirius Black of England?"

In fact, this is not a secret in the UK and neighboring countries. Sirius' lawsuit was a sensation. He was the first wizard in British history who was able to regain his freedom through legal channels after successfully escaping from Azkaban.

"Correct."

After receiving a positive reply, McCarris patted the letter on the table, "This letter is from Mr. Black's lawyer."

"I see that clearly," Heimdall said.

"To put it bluntly, it is actually an inheritance dispute that a third party wants to provoke."

"Inheritance dispute? What inheritance? What dispute?" Heimdall looked at him blankly, then at Victor, and found that his boyfriend didn't act too surprised, which meant that what Victor saw was the answer announced by the lawyer.

"About the inheritance of the Black family." McCarris curled his lips. "Such disputes are very common among the pure-blooded classes, especially the aristocratic class who flaunt their purity."

"...I still don't understand," Heimdall said puzzled. "What does the Black estate have to do with me?"

"Pure-blood inheritance." Victor said suddenly.

Heimdall was taken aback for a moment, a vague concept flashed through his mind, and he seemed to have a clue.

McCarris agreed with Victor's words, "You are the biological son of Sirius Black, and you have inherited the blood of the Black family. Your mother is the daughter of the Malfoy family, a pure blood. Mr. Black currently has no other descendants. .If everything in the Black family is not inherited by you, I believe that those lords and wives who took it as their responsibility to defend the pure inheritance of the family will toss and turn in the cemetery."

"But my surname is not Black, I am Heimdal Sturlusson, and my father is Rommel Sturlusson."

"For the wizarding world, there is no contradiction between the two situations you mentioned." McCarris patiently explained. "The aristocracy attaches great importance to bloodlines, and it has reached the point where it is almost pathological. Even if your name is recorded in the family tree of the Strulusson family, for the Black family, this does not conflict with your bloodlines. Your body is still flowing. The blood of their family, your biological father is a good example."

Sirius is a traitor to the family, his name has been erased from the family tree, but now he still inherits everything from the Black family, in the final analysis, because the Black family has no other pure-blood male heirs.

Heimdall let out a breath, "I think I understand the relationship," he looked at the table. "Then what is the purpose of the Black family's lawyer in writing this letter? What do you mean by 'an inheritance dispute that a third party wants to provoke'?"

"That's just my speculation. The specific situation needs to be further confirmed, but I have always been confident in my reasoning ability." McCarris smiled very gracefully. "Now, I need to make a few calls to clarify some details. Please drink some tea and wait a moment."

Call up? !Is it the "phone" he thought it was?

Heimdall couldn't help but turned to Victor, whose smile was very peaceful. Heimdall found himself relying more and more on this calming smile, so he nodded, expressing his respect.

"Mr. Sturlusson, please write me a power of attorney and entrust me to handle this matter on your behalf, so that my name can be justified..." McCarris tilted his head, and the unfinished words had no deep meaning.

Heimdall nodded again. It is better to leave such matters to professionals. He picked up the quill on the table and wrote the power of attorney suggested by McCarris.

McCarris carefully kept the power of attorney, and summoned the house elf to get his phone number.

It was a strange thing with wings... No, a telephone, the microphone was fastened to a rectangular base as big as the microphone, and a pair of kite-like wings made of leather and metal skeletons were inserted on both sides of the base. When it came in, Heimdall thought it was bringing in a living creature.The house-elves seemed to have taken some trouble to find it, or else they wouldn't have waited until Heimdall had eaten the fifth biscuit to show up, given the efficiency of their on-the-go service.

A telephone in the wizarding world is harder to service than a stinger with milk spilled.

The house elf carefully placed the microphone on the table, stepped back and did not leave in a hurry, but waited until the phone was really docile in the owner's hands before retreating.

"This thing is called a phone, and it was just installed last month." McCarris intentionally showed off to the two. "It's a novelty that came from the Muggle world. Although it looks strange, it's very convenient. Just turn the dial on it and enter a series of numbers, and you can connect with the person you want to connect with. Many of my colleagues have Put on the phone..."

Victor listened quietly, without dampening the enthusiasm of the other party, and told them that I was tired of playing.

Heimdall was having fun in his heart, pretending to be deep like Victor.

Seeing that they were not cooperating, McCarris quickly lost interest and fumbled for the restless phone. When it quieted down, he took out a book from the drawer, picked up the receiver, and followed the phone number recorded in the book. He dialed it a little clumsily.

Heimdall has seen the art of going around in circles. Compared with McCarris's colorful and indistinguishable way of speaking, the skills he was proud of before are nothing but trivial, not worth mentioning.

McCarris suddenly let out a series of exaggerated laughs, exchanged some pleasantries with someone on the other end of the phone, put the microphone back on the base seemingly reluctantly, exhaled lightly, and said with a smile on his face: "Okay Yes, I've found out everything I need to know."

Heimdall straightened his back involuntarily, Viktor grabbed his shoulders and pulled him over to lean against the back of the sofa with him.

McCarris didn't make a fool of himself, "This matter is similar to what I inferred. It is almost certain that the lawyer of the Black family insisted on this letter. I am afraid that Mr. Black still does not know that his lawyer wrote it to you behind his back. letter."

"...As Mr. Black's personal lawyer, he shouldn't do this, right? Isn't the private lawyer required to sign a non-disclosure agreement?" Heimdall had vaguely felt this way before, but he felt it was absurd. He didn't expect it to be so.

"As a private lawyer, there is indeed a problem with him doing so, but since he dared to do so, it shows that he has a way out. Judging from the motivation of this letter, the biggest possibility is that the non-disclosure agreement he signed at the beginning was aimed at the entire The Black family, not Mr Black personally."

"Why did he do this?"

"To motivate you to go back and fight for the inheritance." McCarris pointed to the letter. "This gentleman is probably assimilated by the Black family's obsession with pure blood. It seems that he is also a loyal supporter of pure blood inheritance. No wonder the older generation trusts him so much and entrusts all the family property to him."

Heimdall was even more puzzled, "Siris Black is still built."

"Inheritance has nothing to do with his presence or absence."

Heimdall was speechless, "This..."

"Mr. Black had already left the family before he was taken into Azkaban. All his property had no direct connection with the Black family at that time. It was left to him by his uncle. I heard that the amount of property was quite considerable. It may have been released on the eve of being taken away." Due to the innate sense of crisis of pure blood, or other factors that are difficult for others to understand, he left a will under the witness of the Black family's personal lawyer..."

"Wait," Heimdall interrupted him abruptly. "I'm sorry, you just said that under the witness of the private lawyer of the Black family?"

"I understand what you are confused about. It is difficult to explain clearly in words, but the magic world is like this. Lawyers' duties are sometimes out of touch with the world. The Black family exiled your biological father, but it does not prevent the lawyers of the Black family from fulfilling their duties." His duty, as I said earlier, Mr. Black is the legal heir of pure blood."

No wonder this lawyer would write to him. His attitude towards himself was the same as he treated Sirius Black who was exiled back then. For him, heirs are very important. Therefore, Blake's head is also insane.

"Then I will continue," McCarris said after Heimdall nodded, "I said earlier that Mr. Black left a legally valid inheritance before he was arrested in Azkaban. His successor is Mr Harry Potter."

Heimdall was not surprised.

"After Mr. Black regained his freedom through legal channels, the property of the Black family was automatically transferred to his name."

"Pure-blood inheritance," Heimdall said.

"That's right," McCarris said.

Heimdall suddenly thought through the key point, "That is to say, together with the inheritance of the Black family and the property inherited from his uncle, all of this will be inherited by Harry after a hundred years from Mr. Black?"

McCarris showed an approving smile, "This lawyer suddenly wrote to you to explain that you are not the heir stated in the will, otherwise you would not be so eager to force him to make such a move. There are only two possibilities: [-]. The original will wrote It is all property under the name of Sirius Black. Even if the will is not amended, the property of the Black family will also be included; the second possibility is that Mr. Black later revised the will and put the property of the Black family into the original In the will list."

"So what does this have to do with me?" Heimdall was confused again. "Since the will is written."

"Pure-blood inheritance in the direct line." Victor said suddenly, who had been silent all the time. "On the premise that there is a direct heir, another non-direct heir needs to go through a three-year review process. The direct heir can use this time to regain the inheritance right through various means. This law is formulated to maintain and consolidate The interests of the pure-blood class."

"I'm sorry I have to say that, Mr. Potter is of mixed race." McCarris said helplessly. "If Mr. Potter was a pure-blood, the review would not take as long as three years. The laws of the wizarding world are sometimes so blatantly biased, but there is nothing you can do about it."

"You seem to sympathize with Potter." Victor glanced at him.

"I'm not right about people."

Heimdall thought for a while, scratched his head, and asked, "This matter is basically cleared up, so what should I do next?"

McCarris said calmly: "Take out a piece of parchment that conforms to the specifications. At present, you have two choices. One, write down the declaration of the Black family's inheritance on the parchment; two, state that you have decided to give up all inheritance. heritage."

"When will you write it?"

McCarris didn't expect him to be so straightforward, "Have you already thought about it? Don't think about it anymore?"

"As I said earlier, my name is Heimdal Sturlusson, and my father is Rommel Sturlusson."

Victor smiled, having already expected Heimdall's choice.

"When will it be written?" Heimdall asked again.

"That's a lot of wealth, so big that you can't even imagine how big it is." McCarris thought that Heimdall didn't understand the value of the Black family's inheritance, so he could easily move out the mountain of gold Galleons and buy back Merlin Level [-] People with medals are by no means comparable to complacent upstarts.

"Don't you think it would be better for Harry to inherit?"

"I'm not right about people!"

Heimdall decided to put it another way, "Then I'll wait for Mr. Black's notification, if he needs me to sign a declaration of renunciation of inheritance rights."

"If I were Black, I wouldn't tell you. I'll wait until the three-year review period is over."

Heimdall denied this judgment without thinking, "Mr. Black is not such a cunning person."

McAlice's face was broken, what did he mean, but he didn't take it to heart, because Heimdall had already realized what he said, and looked at him apologetically.

"You can ask him in person." Attorney McCarris said with a smile. "If you need to go to court, please be the first to consider me."