HP's Foreign Land

"Have you really lived in Knockturn Alley?" Ron asked repeatedly, as if Knockturn Alley had suddenly become Mars, and Heimdall was an alien creature whose head was bigger than his body.

"Not all the time, but I did go back to sleep there in recent years."

Ron's eyes lit up, and the freckles on his face became vivid: "It's so cool, maybe your uncle is the first Ministry of Magic official in the history of Britain who dared to blatantly set up his home in Knockturn Alley."

Heimdall touched his chin: "Remember to remind me to write this in the letter."

"Speaking of letters..." Ron raised his head and glanced timidly at Olar who was soaring under the blue sky.In three days it jumped quite a bit more and is now 26 inches tall. "Are you sure it's not really a dark magic creature? I think your 'owl' might be scarier than [Ugly]."

"The queen falcon is not harmful."

"But people call it a flying yaksha!"

"Oh, dear Ronnie, since you were born, who have you ever heard of the word Flying Yaksha? How many 'people'? Three? Four? Or five or six? Or from "Witch Weekly" Transcribed?" The mocking laughter came from the Weasley twins, who had finished with their new brooms and were going to be with their brother Ronald from now on.

Ron pursed his lips and muttered in aggrieved way, "What's so funny?! I just haven't seen it! How can I know if something is good or bad if I've never seen it?! I should be afraid!"

The twins laughed unscrupulously again.

"How did they do it?" Ron's attention was quickly attracted by something else, and this "something else" was Heimdall's hair. "Why do you change color every day? Do you cast a color-changing spell on your hair every day after you get up?" The problem was that they lived in the same room, and he had never seen Rigg use magic.And the law stipulates that underage wizards cannot use magic at home...

When I first met Rigg, his hair was green, the next day it was ocher red, the third lemon yellow...yesterday it was dark brown, today it was sky blue.

"It's not a spell, it's a potion." Heimdall shrugged. "Drinking a bottle can last for several months, changing one every day, and the color of the same color will not repeat within three days."

"Amazing!" exclaimed Ron.

"Don't think so, kid!" Fred twitched the back of his head. "Mum's going to kill you if you try to get your hair done!" That said, privately he and George admired the potion, which fit perfectly with their quirky purpose.

Heimdall watched the three brothers quarrel with interest, and they started every day with noise.

"I heard that the Weasley family's red hair is a family tradition, and it hasn't changed since the first generation. Is that true?"

"It's almost like that." Ron grinned after being tormented by Fred and George, "Our family—everyone in our family has red hair—ah! Fred, do you want to murder your brother? After the wail, he continued, "Except for Aunt Muriel."

"That old bat's hair is dark brown!" George explained with an ugly grimace. "She is the most annoying relative in our family, a 100-year-old girl. She loves to gossip, pry into other people's privacy, and gossip. Still very self-righteous... Is there anything I missed? If it wasn't for me and Fred putting a big dung bomb under her chair that year to scare her away, I would have to continue to endure her endless picks every Christmas. Pick four. Thanks to Merlin, I did!"

Fred hugged his head with him and "wept with joy", "That's right, brother, thank Merlin!"

Heimdall narrowed his eyes in confusion: "Every wizarding family is like this? Inheriting hair color?"

"Of course not. Not every family with a long history in the wizarding world has hair of the same color." George blinked, wrinkled his nose in disgust and said, "As far as I know, there is another one who is the same as our family." The famous Malfoy family."

Fred stroked his forehead and made a vomit.

"Is there someone in their family who works with Mr. Weasley? It looks very... cocky."

"Have you met Lucius Malfoy? He and your uncle are also colleagues."

"... I've seen it before."

"He's the head of the Malfoy family. The Malfoy family despises all poor people, worships pure blood, and discriminates against non-human creatures." Ron croaked out a series of negative comments, and finally concluded, "A very annoying guy !"

"He has a son." Heimdall rewarded him with a message. "It looks about the same age as you. I'm sure I'll meet you when you go to Hogwarts next year."

"Oh no!" Ron covered his face and groaned.

Heimdall blinked blankly, and the twins snickered beside him.

# # #

Arthur walked alone in the crowded and bustling hall of the Ministry of Magic, surrounded by colleagues in a hurry, which was in sharp contrast to his "self-contained style".

"Good morning, Arthur." Amos Diggory caught up from behind, said hello, and whispered: "Old man, I heard that the nephew of Director Sturluson of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports lives in the Shabby house. Is it real?"

Arthur was startled when he heard the words, and then asked calmly, "Who did you listen to?"

"Everyone in the Ministry is talking about it."

Arthur chuckled, and said lightly, "Since when did the Ministry of Magic become a Muggle flea market? Rita Skeeter's style has become popular. Isn't the minister always disgusted by an overactive working atmosphere?"

After all, they are friends who have known each other for many years. Amos immediately found that he didn't want to talk more, so he said with a pun, "Mr. Minister will definitely express it." In fact, in his opinion, if the Weasley family can get along with Stu It might be a great thing that Lu Song's family got on the line—this would somewhat improve Arthur's predicament in the ministry, and it was more likely that he would be lucky because of it.

What matters is what Arthur himself thinks. His friend always loses the chain at critical moments.

"Good morning, Arthur."

They turned around quickly when they heard the sound, and found three people standing behind them.He was greeted early by Amelia Susan Burns, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.This should not be surprising, Amelia has always been a kind person, she will say hello to almost all the colleagues she knows.It surprised him, no, it should be said that what surprised the people around him was that the director of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters on the right hand side of Director Burns actually greeted him cordially and sincerely——

"Good morning, Arthur."

Arthur smiled back, "Good morning, Ossam."

"It's a terrible day today, isn't it?" Dalton was referring to the Ministry of Magic's weather today: dark cloud cover and blustery wind.

Arthur jokingly said, "Maybe the maintenance department wants to raise wages again." In order to improve the treatment and attention of this peripheral department, all the colleagues in the Ministry of Magic once experienced what a typhoon landed on the spot.

"Oh, don't mention that, it's too scary." Dalton waved his hands exaggeratedly, his eyes suddenly fixed on a certain point not far away.He said politely, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry. It's nice to meet you. Maybe I can find a chance to go out for a drink together someday." After getting the other party's approval, he turned around gracefully, with an expression Su, suddenly raised his voice, "Mr. Rocks, I need to talk to you!"

The dodging figure in the crowd suddenly froze and froze in place, not daring to move.

Amos glanced at the gloomy "sky", thinking that the old man must have been sheltered by Merlin recently.

Lucius stood on the left hand side of Director Burns without saying a word, always keeping a close viewing distance from the "farce" in front of him.It wasn't until Amelia left that she stepped forward slowly.Before that, he even allowed himself an almost friendly smile.The words that followed were still full of Malfoy-style humor——

"I thought the Weasley family would stick to their noble morals until the end of the world." Lucius raised his eyebrows slightly as he passed Arthur, and said lazily, "How does it feel to climb high? Arthur?"

Amos frowned and looked at the haughty back that was fading away, and comforted him, "Arthur, don't pay attention to him. Malfoy just doesn't think others are better than him."

Mr. Weasley laughed at himself, "Better than him? Just like me now?"

Ten minutes later, he came to his office—that is, the dilapidated and dimly lit corridor full of rubbish. He was surprised to find that the light in the corridor became brighter. When he walked around, there was no dust on the top of his head, and the ground was as clean as new. The trash can full of waste paper was emptied... all his stuff was gone!

In its place was a wooden door erected at the end of the corridor.There was a brand new sign nailed to the door, which read [Prohibited Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division].

Arthur hesitated for a moment, opened the door and walked in.All his stuff is here.Old Perkins sat behind a large, wide pine desk, absently reading back issues of Muggle publications.As soon as he came in, he dropped the magazine and shouted excitedly in a voice that didn't match his age, "Arthur, look, I can't believe we have our own office—"

Arthur was in a daze, and finally realized that things might be much more serious than he thought.

# # #

The atmosphere at the dining table today is very dull, as if everyone is holding their breath in their chests.Even the twins who are good at instigating the atmosphere honestly bowed their heads and gnawed at the pie.Every time Ron took a bite of apple pie, he secretly glanced at the others, looking trembling like he was sitting on pins and needles.

The hostess decided to break the deadlock: "Arthur, what's wrong? It's because of work..."

"Honey, don't talk about such boring things in front of the children." The male host quickly cut off the topic, and said with a twitch of his mouth, "Today's vegetable soup is delicious, give me another one."

Must be work related.Molly was so determined, she stood up and walked towards the stove.

Duh, duh, there was a knock on the door.

The hostess opened the door under the gaze of the whole family.

Even though the man outside the door looks tired and dusty, he still looks charming.He took off his hat and bowed gracefully, so perfect that he could hardly make a mistake. "You are Mrs. Weasley, I am sorry to disturb you, but I am—"

"Mr. Sturluson?!" Arthur, who walked behind his wife, widened his eyes in surprise. "Why... you shouldn't be in-"

"Dublin. That's right." Snow calmly agreed.He glanced nonchalantly into the room, "I'm sorry to interrupt your dinner. I won't delay too long, I just want to talk to Rigg—my nephew."

Molly quickly opened the door: "Please come in quickly. Have you had dinner? If you don't mind, you can use it with us."

Snow politely declined.He didn't even step in the door, just stood outside and waited for Heimdall, and then the two of them walked into the small fenced courtyard full of vegetables.

Snow Sturluson silently looked at his "nephew" and let out a sigh, "Look, you look great."

"What are you expecting? Sallow skin? Emaciated? Maybe lying in bed in your pajamas, dying, moaning all day long and saying nonsense—I can't live without you or something?"

"Why not?"

Heimdall was speechless by his "honesty" and found his voice after a while, "Well, let's skip these witty quarrels and be honest. Dear uncle, what makes you put down Back to England for work?"

Snow took out a piece of paper from his pocket, "After you sent me such a letter, how could I remain indifferent."

Of course Heimdall knew what was written in the letter.He stared straight at the letter, "So... what about your answer? Is my guess correct?"

Snow said thoughtfully, "How do you know?"

It turned out to be true.Even if it is confirmed, Heimdall still finds it unbelievable.

"I met Lucius Malfoy and found some... amazing similarities in him and his children."

Snow didn't make a sound.He should have thought that sooner or later the problems left over from the past would have to be faced.

Heimdall thought for a while and asked, "In terms of blood relationship, who is Lucius Malfoy to me?"

"Uncle." Snow decided not to hide anymore, "Your mother Ivy is the illegitimate daughter of Abraxas Malfoy. Because she was born out of wedlock and she is a daughter, she is not taken seriously in the family."

"Where is my father? Who is he?"

"do not know……"

Heimdall raised an eyebrow.

"Don't look at me that way, I really don't know. It wasn't written in your mother's letter, but judging from the emotion in the lines, she may have deliberately blurred the focus and didn't want others to know. Especially you." Snow rubbed the center of his eyebrows, his eyes were deep and distant. "The letter said that she misled you from childhood and managed to make you think you were a Squib. Maybe she wanted you to avoid some people and things, so she thought the Muggle world was safer than the wizarding world. Obviously your magical talent is better than Ivy's lies More authentic."

Heimdall couldn't help but laugh.I see.No wonder he hadn't realized that he was different from other wizarding children all this time, and when Snow vaguely mentioned that he was a Squib, he didn't even know what a Squib was.He is not the original Rig, and there is no psychological obstacle in this regard, so he will automatically reveal some magical signs inadvertently.

Heimdall had read books on this topic before. For an underage wizard, the psychological state during growth is very important, and it will even have a lifetime of influence.A good attitude can help you, and a bad attitude will destroy you.

"So the Malfoys don't know of my existence?"

"They don't even know where your mother is or if she's still alive."

"What about you?" Heimdall suddenly sneered mockingly, "What kind of role do you play here? Just a kind-hearted person who takes care of the son of a father's friend?"

Snow's face was terribly gloomy, and he squeezed out a voice through his teeth, "Heimdall Strulusson, I don't like your tone!"

Heimdall flinched.Although I have seen him get angry before, I still can't help being a little frightened.

Snow blinked his eyes and tried to suppress a smile: "Only when you are really scared will you have a long memory."

Heimdall twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Come, come." He opened his arms, and said in a pampering and stupid tone of a kind elder: "Hurry up and let uncle hug you!"

"Uncle? Isn't it 'uncle'?!" The boy almost screamed. "Lucius Malfoy is my uncle! You told me that! Just now!" Hell, he can't remember what he said?Or drank nonsense drinks?

"In terms of blood relationship," Snow imitated Heimdall's previous tone maliciously. "Ivy is my cousin."

He took a step forward and picked up the boy who was astonished, and slowly smiled. "That is the part I play, dear nephew."

After a moment of silence, Heimdall raised his face in his arms. "Why did you ask me to come to the Weasleys? This is not the only pure-blood wizarding family in the wizarding world."

"Pure blood doesn't constitute a reason." Snow looked down into his eyes. "We think that the Weasley family can help you perceive the whole picture of the magical world more comprehensively. As a starting point to formally participate in this world, a healthy and happy family will not bring you extreme and wrong ideas."

The boy frowned, "Who are 'us'?"

Snow smiled helplessly, this kid's way of focusing on key points is always so sensitive and sharp.

"Me and Dalton."

"...the colleague from the Conciliation Committee on Muggle Questions?"

Snow hadn't corrected it, and in a way, he was right.

Heimdall asked suspiciously, "Is he your friend?"

"Unfortunately, that's exactly the case." Snow put his palm on the back of his neck and rubbed it, "His name is Osam, next time you call him uncle in front of his face, I think it should have a good effect. "

The boy was dumbfounded, "What kind of uncle is he? Damn it! How many uncles do I have?"

PS: Heimdall's parental background has been revealed: his maternal grandmother and old Sturlusson are brothers and sisters, so Snow is Heimdall's cousin.And the old Sturluson has three younger sisters, and Osam's mother is one of them (married into the British Dalton family), so, in terms of blood, Osam Dalton is the same as Snow He is also Heimdall's cousin.