HP's Foreign Land

Charlie's cooking skills are surprisingly good. The broth is full of aroma, and the mushrooms and unknown cucumbers absorb the essence of the meat and become extremely delicious.Heimdall was full of praise.

Charlie smiled foolishly, "I've been away all year round, and no one cooks for me, so I had to do it myself."

Heimdall insisted that he was being modest. Who said that a person could cook after living alone?Cooking also depends on talent.He himself is a living example, the two he is best at: instant noodles, mixed rice - the toppings for the risotto must be ready-made...

Those present were well aware of his eating style. When adding soup, Sirius picked out a large piece of meat with bones attached to it, and Heimdall took it with a smile on his face.Victor hesitated for a moment, but did not stop him. Chief Sturluson's meat intake has seriously exceeded the limit today.

The master made a careful decision, no matter what, the meal at night must be vegetarian!

Furong is a girl, and her meal is not as bold as these big men. She holds a thin plate, and delicately tears the bread and sticks the soup to eat.Heimdall caught a glimpse of the bread in her hand 15 minutes ago, and 15 minutes later saw that the bread was almost the same size as before, and felt that the little girl was a little girl, eating like a chicken pecking at rice.

When everyone had eaten, Heimdall said to Sirius, "Are you here for a tour?"

Sirius hesitated for a moment, "Well, stop by and see Charlie."

Heimdall felt that the pause was particularly meaningful. He knew that he was not telling the truth, and he didn't care, so he pretended not to hear it.

"Are you here to play too?" Sirius munched on the mushrooms.

"By the way, mainly to see the scene." Heimdall briefly told him about the Kosol Foundation.

Sirius was stunned, thinking how his life was so colorful, thinking back to when he was fifteen or six, it seemed that the focus of his life was all centered on school.Thinking of Harry who is far away in the UK, I feel reluctance and sadness in my heart. If it weren't for that damned mysterious man, Harry's life would be a thousand times or ten thousand times happier than it is now, instead of just thinking about how to live, it would be better battle!

A trace of sadness slipped across Sirius' face, and when he faced Heimdall, who never let the gloom cover his brows and eyes again, it was like a ray of bright sunshine shooting into the cloudy sky.

"You don't have to go to class?"

"You can use your spare time." Heimdall said as a matter of course.

Sirius suddenly realized that he had never taken the initiative to understand, and knew nothing about Rigg's life, aspirations, expectations, etc.

"What are your plans for the future? I remember you were interested in the Wizengamot."

"Well, when I was on vacation, I worked part-time at the Wizengamot to do clerical work. After graduation, I got a certificate and passed the IW assessment to become their official staff."

"You really want to be a judge?" Sirius was surprised by his decisiveness.

"Is the judge not good? He is airy and relaxed, and it is enough to sit and listen to others while working."

The people around laughed when they heard this, and Heimdall looked confident when he said this.

"Those judges are old men and women." Sirius felt that it was too early and too arbitrary for him to make a decision now.

"Judges depend on qualifications, and qualifications will be enough when I become an old man." It seems that he is quite confident in himself, and he does not shrink back at all due to the long battle front.

Sirius took a sip of the soup, not knowing what he was thinking, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Heimdall looked at his side face, a little hesitation flashed in his heart, he ate the last piece of bread and put the empty plate aside.

"Mr. Black."

Sirius returned to his senses, "What?"

"Don't you have a sweetheart?"

Sirius had a strange look on his face.

Heimdall knew that it was a bit abrupt for him to say this. He looked at Charlie, who was talking about Quidditch with Victor with great interest; he looked at Bill and Fleur, well, they were probably flirting, and no one seemed to notice them. , so he leaned towards Sirius.

"I mean you have no intention of getting married? Are you too young to think of it?"

"...Why are you suddenly?"

This is what Heimdall thought after he left the McCarris lawyer's house. Sirius Black is only in his thirties, not even in his forties. He can't even be considered a middle-aged uncle. It's too early to talk about inheritance or not. , did it not occur to the lawyer of the Black family that what would happen in case his employer married?The child born at that time will be the legitimate heir.

"I'm sorry if my question offended you." Heimdall said immediately.

"Nothing, just a little surprised." Sirius paused. "I didn't expect you to say such things to me, I thought you were to me...because your mother...well..."

"She is gone. Besides, I know what happened to you back then. She is my mother after all. I can't accuse her of anything, but I don't think that even if she is still alive, it can't stop you from finding someone you really like."

Perhaps Heimdall's demeanor was too calm, and Sirius couldn't help laughing. This was the first time they talked about Ivy Malfoy openly.Sirius was a little evasive at first, and always subconsciously evaded thinking about this issue. To be honest, after so many years, all his feelings for Ivy Malfoy have faded, including hatred.

Sirius tried to recall Ivy's appearance, and was surprised to find that even the facial features of the woman who made him want to torture him with a curse after waking up in his memory became blurred.This is the Ivy Malfoy whom he has hated for more than ten years?Sirius hesitated for a moment.

"Don't you blame me?" Sirius said slowly.

I am not the one who has the right to be emotional, Heimdall sighed inwardly.

"Ivy is not a good mother, she is not competent as a mother." Heimdall said. "You're not a good father either."

Sirius flinched when he heard this.

"I didn't mean you 'wasn't a good father' in this matter, I don't think you know how to be a father."

Sirius smiled wryly, isn't that right, he can't even take care of himself.

"No matter what, you are Harry's reliance now. I believe you have already started to learn how to be a qualified father."

Sirius almost blurted out, what about you?Then I realized that Rieger’s nominal father was no longer himself. Rommel Strulusson was an absolutely powerful person. It was better for Rieger to get his love and protection than to stay in England and get involved in disputes and worry all day long. .

Sirius kept comforting himself, but still couldn't stop the loss that was spreading in his heart.

"What did you say to Bill Weasley just now? Why so close?"

"Ask him about numerology. Bill has a certificate as a numerologist. How close is it? Delacour is sitting in the middle."

"Why don't you ask me for advice?"

"..."

"Why don't you speak?"

"I don't remember."

"..."

"I won't lie to you, I never thought I could ask you."

"...What kind of image do I have in your mind? With well-developed limbs and a simple mind?"

"As soon as I saw you, I forgot about studying hard every day."

Victor didn't know whether he should be happy or not, why did he look like an Israeli?Master Krum's teeth were sour. In a blink of an eye, he saw Heimdall's face that was secretly amused but pretended to be serious. He squinted his eyes, and caught the slight upward hook of the corner of his mouth, knowing that he guessed. By the way, the evil suddenly turned to the guts, and he jumped up and opened his mouth to bite.

In short, after the meal, the two of them left in such a sticky manner.

Sirius came to Romania to inspect the "recruitment" situation on behalf of the British Order of the Phoenix. After communicating with Charlie, he returned to England with Bill and went to the shabby house together.

Mrs. Weasley greeted her enthusiastically, but the French beauty who came uninvited like Sirius made Molly's joy drop by more than half in an instant.The mistress of the Weasley family watched the beautiful girl and the eldest son walk in the door together, and couldn't help but paused for a moment, and cast a sharp glance at the eldest son who was always so stable that she never worried her.Fu Rong's temperament became the biggest barrier for her to integrate into her in-law's family. Molly didn't like this deserted and arrogant little girl from the first sight.

Molly doesn't think so because she's beautiful but can't be eaten.

Sirius, who was planning to come for dinner, sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and left in a hurry without giving Molly a chance to keep him.

By the time Sirius rushed back to No. 12, Grimmauld Place, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.He plunged into the kitchen, only to be startled by Kreacher who appeared from nowhere.

Sirius had already developed a reflexive dislike for Kreacher, that is, even if he didn't speak or do anything, as long as he stood in front of him and looked at those lifeless bloodshot eyes, he couldn't help thinking Swear.

"Go away!" Sirius glared at it angrily.

Kreacher didn't seem to hear, and turned a blind eye to Sirius, and began to habitually "talk to himself" facing the pots and pans in the kitchen.

"Going to do things for the worthless again, that's what criminals do. The young master of the Black family is proud of being called around by others. Don't you remember the misery you suffered in Azkaban? No wonder the mistress So sad."

Sirius yelled impatiently, "Try saying 'Wordless' again!"

If it can be changed by yelling, it is not the Kreacher who claims to be the most loyal to the noble Black family.

"Indulging those wretches to run rampant in the mistress's house and ruin the mistress's house, Kreacher can hear the mistress' crying every day..."

"She will never be sad for me, let alone cry. If my mother cries, it is because she is finally crushed by her own blaming!!!"

Kreacher screamed, as if he had been offended, the screams of the old house-elf were more terrifying than being bitten by a nest of vixen, like a sharp stone scraping a piece of metal, Sirius couldn't bear it shouted.

But Kreacher suddenly stopped screaming, and said with tears in his eyes: "...the mistress is so pitiful, how can the young master say that about Kreacher's mistress, the young master let the red-haired sow stay in the mistress's house as soon as the young master came back. Li pointing fingers, making the hostess's house beyond recognition, and the old scumbag's stupid kid who only knows how to laugh and laugh, running around in the house..."

"What have you been doing for so many years! The house will become like this because you never worked!" Sirius gritted his teeth irritably. Because others don't agree with some of her practices.

The mother's desire to control is unbelievable, and Kreacher is a blind elf who obeys orders. It will become what it is now, talking to itself, all because of the portrait of its beloved mistress , she tortured its nerves, but it enjoyed it.

Heart-piercing screams came from far outside the kitchen, Sirius closed his eyes, and it was Mrs. Black's "singing time" again.

Kreacher, however, regards "Singing Time" as the sound of nature, and smiles seemingly intoxicated, his wrinkled old face is uglier than crying.This is an extremely precious happy time for Kreacher, and it is also the greatest motivation to suppress loneliness and keep Grimmauld Place for many years.

"The hostess is very happy, Kreacher likes the hostess' happiness..."

Sirius said coldly: "Oh, yes, happy, Merlin, she doesn't have such emotions at all."

Kreacher turned a deaf ear again, "Since Kreacher told the hostess that Master Rigg talked to Kreacher, the hostess is very happy..."

"Wait, what did you just say? Rieger was talking to you? When?" Sirius yelled, hoping to bring it back to its senses.

"When will the master take over Master Rigg? Kreacher should clean up the house, and first drive out the werewolf and the old scum..." Kreacher spoke louder and louder, as dull as a bullfrog The hoarse voice actually revealed a bit of heroism.

Sirius stared at it in amazement, as if it was the first time he knew it, except for the orthodox members of the Black family, he had never seen Kreacher so eager to serve someone.But he wasn't annoyed by this discovery, at most he muttered mixed feelings, oh yes, Rigg is pure-blooded, and the other half is from the Malfoy family--the second only to Black's that Kreacher is willing to admit. A family worthy of its respect.

So Kreacher never forgets Rieger, and tries every means to remind him over and over in front of the portrait of the hostess that if his mother is still alive, she will drive him out without hesitation, because he is no longer important, and Rieger is behind him. up.However, Sirius thought maliciously, Rigg is not Black, he is Strulusson, I am sorry, mother, you will never be able to fulfill your wish, now only I, a traitor of "corrupted blood", is left in the Black family!

"Rig will not come! He will live comfortably in Iceland! With his father! Stay away from England, the dangerous England..." Sirius was silent for a moment, he walked around Kreacher, rummaging through boxes, hoping to find something from the kitchen. Something to eat, he had to forage for himself when Molly wasn't around, and he didn't expect the house elf to serve him wholeheartedly.

Kreacher was still talking, "What color does Master Rigg like, Kreacher can clean up the young master's room, young master, outstanding young master, the best young master to Kreacher, I believe Master Rigg will be happy—— Won't you come?" Kreacher suddenly raised his head, a layer of crystal water was floating in his bloodshot eyes, against the color of the eyeballs, it was like the mucus on the skin of a mangy toad, stuffing it into his mouth. How many days of pastry Sirius looked away disgusted.

Kreacher muttered straight away, "What did the young master just say? You won't come? Why? Is it because of the wretches? Master Rigg certainly doesn't like unwelcome people running around at home. Kreacher must hurry up and drive them away. Werewolves, mudbloods, cubs..."

Sirius swallowed hard, blushing and roaring, "Get out! Don't affect my appetite!"

A sudden panic appeared on Kreacher's face, and he twitched convulsively. Then he froze like a sculpture for a while, and then disappeared in front of a cabinet.

There is a house elf in Malfoy Manor named Tiny, a girl, who replaces Dobby and takes care of the daily life of the Malfoy family of three.Every time the family of three thinks of that whimsical elf, there will always be a period of silence in the room. Maybe they can't find words, or they may be motivated by the Dobby incident. No one can speak at this time.

What is hard to let go is that the culprit who "abandoned" them is now happily working in Hogwarts and living a life of freedom that he dreams of - Salazar, a house elf actually sings the praises of freedom ——It is said that there is still a salary, but the terrible thing is that Dumbledore even gave it a vacation.

Tini knew that Dobby could only work in the kitchen, and could not enter the owner's room, let alone touch the owner's personal belongings. Dobby's departure gave it a chance to take the top position.This is a conscientious house elf, and Mrs. Malfoy is very satisfied with its work attitude. In fact, except for Dobby, every house elf is competent, perfect, and normal.

Narcissa likes that everything is in its place, that everything is where it should be.Narcissa usually doesn't clean up the house by herself, but she has a hobby that is not considered a hobby, cleaning glass bottles. This is one of Narcissa's methods of calming her impetuous mood, and she always wipes it once a week.

So, when Tiny suddenly appeared and brought Kreacher who was only wearing a small cloth around his lower body and saluted respectfully to himself, the glass bottle in Narcissa's hand slipped out, and the plush rug saved the bottle, and it lay sideways Rolled to the corner of a table.

Tiny screamed nervously, and the Kung Fu bottle returned to the table in the blink of an eye.

"Kreacher?" Narcissa looked hesitantly at the familiar yet unfamiliar house-elf. She couldn't remember the last time she saw Kreacher.

"Miss Sissy." Kreacher still called her by the address she used to call her before she got married. To Kreacher, Narcissa was a noble Blake who condescended to marry a passable pureblood.

If possible, Kreacher would prefer to go to Bellatrix.Among Sirius's cousins, Miss Bella was the one whom Kreacher respected the most, followed by Narcissa. As for that Andromeda, Kreacher had already erased the name from his mind.

It is a pity that its most respected Miss Bella is suffering in Azkaban, this is something Kreacher will never understand, in its view Miss Bella must have been persecuted.In desperation, Kreacher chose the second best, and came to the second respected Narcissa Black Malfoy.

"You, why are you so sudden?" Narcissa put down the soft cloth in her hand.

Kreacher leaned his upper body forward, bent his old bulging back, and said to the carpet: "Master, let Kreacher go! Kreacher is going to serve Master Rigg! Kreacher doesn't know the way, what should Kreacher do to serve Rieger?" Master Ge?"

Narcissa was speechless for a long time.