HP's Foreign Land

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The last chapter may have confused a lot of things, maybe my skill is not good enough to express what I want to express.

In fact, in my opinion, Draco Malfoy is a very poor child, the only son, the only heir of a "noble" family. Everything that violates will be obliterated, no friends, no freedom, no autonomy), compared with this, Ron, who is also a pure-blood family, is simply out of happiness.

Therefore, Draco Malfoy is precocious, his inner world is empty and depressed, so when a boy of the same age commensurate with his status suddenly appears in front of him, especially this boy is very pleasing to the eye, his Joy is conceivable...

The last chapter borrowed Calvino's description of hell and heaven in "The Invisible Cities" to reflect Draco's inner world. He is in hell and he wants to find a breakthrough. Therefore, Haier's words are important to him. The equivalent of a revelation, a heart-to-heart confession between friends.

What to do when you fall into hell, there are only two choices: be assimilated, or create heaven!Hug your head! ! !

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The man was indeed a little surprised when he got home.An expression completely out of proportion to his distinguished surname, and it showed on his face.Not only because of Draco who greeted him at the door, but also because of the guests who accompanied his son.

The boy watched him silently, with a reserved and polite smile on his face, as alienated as he was facing thousands of other wizards.There was no trace of emotion in those blue-gray eyes, almost nonchalant.It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't just be like this.He should be more... Lucius gritted his teeth suddenly, forcing himself to shake off this weird thought.

He's not some other wizard, he's Lucius Malfoy, and he has to keep his mind on it.What does it mean for a new generation of the Sturlusons to appear at Malfoy Manor.If this relationship is properly handled, the Malfoy family may win a new companion for themselves.A strong guarantee for the future.

"It's a great pleasure for Master Sturluson to come to Malfoy Manor as a guest. I hope Draco's hospitality did not neglect you, this is definitely not what we want to see." Lucius pulled out a smile.Calmness and gentleness are not suitable for him, perhaps it should be said that everyone in this "palace" is not suitable.

"You are too polite." Heimdall glanced at Draco who was calm. "I'm really flattered that your family is so laborious and mobilizing people."

Lucius was happy, at least in his words and deeds.

"Well then, there is still some time before dinner, how are you going to pass it?"

"Could you please send a letter to the Weasleys, telling them I'm bothering you at your residence and I can't make it back for dinner."

"Of course, it should be." Lucius agreed quietly.

Draco cut in at the right moment, "Father, I'm going to take Rigg to the gallery."

"That's a good idea." Lucius was very satisfied with his son's arrangement, and even volunteered to be the guide, and accompanied them to the gallery.

The gallery is located on the right side of the manor, a long tube-shaped room.Unlike ordinary families who like to brighten their ancestors, the gallery of Malfoy's house is dark and thick, even gloomy.The smoky gray plush carpet laid on the floor has ancient patterns, the walls are hung with silky fabric decorative curtains, and the crystal chandelier on the ceiling is dimly lit.Contrary to the magnificence and magnificence of the entire "palace", the place is shabby and simple, completely inconsistent with the high-profile and gorgeous style that the Malfoy family has always insisted on.

It's no wonder that "happy" families are all alike.Heimdall raised the corners of his lips mockingly.

"Is there something wrong?" Draco asked, who had been secretly watching Rigg's reaction.

In fact, this question was very abrupt and disrespectful, but Lucius did not blame his son for his gaffe, on the contrary, he was happy to see the result.Perhaps this has proved that the friendship-building effect is gratifying.

Heimdall shrugged with a grin. "I thought it was only our family who liked to keep our ancestors in the basement."

The two Malfoys froze.

After a long while, the host struggled to utter the words, "This is not the basement..."

Heimdall quickly suppressed his smile, and bowed unhurriedly, "I understand, I'm very sorry."

Lucius was blocked by these words, and his expression immediately became a little unnatural. Obviously, he didn't often encounter such situations-then he smiled again, and behind the seemingly gentle was the inherent cruelty and insidiousness of this ancient family.

The history of the Malfoy family is long enough to be compiled in a textbook.Of course, it cannot be as thought-provoking as a real history book. What it shows to the world is the irreplaceability of family interests and the ostentatious ostentation.

The Malfoys in the portraits are well-groomed and well-groomed.

Arrogance is a hereditary disease in this family, and it can be seen on every face.

Heimdall walked past them one by one, gradually feeling an inexplicable feeling.These arrogant aristocrats were also his ancestors, and now they only looked at him coldly: a living strange boy; as he looked at them: moving objects.When the portrait of Abraxas Malfoy came into view, he had a hard time convincing himself that the pale, sickly man in the painting could be his grandfather.The Malfoys have been vague about the cause of his death, but there is reason to believe that Abraxas died of dragon wart syphilis.

Unfortunately, Heimdall was not able to see Ivy Malfoy's portrait.Although I knew that the daughter of a concubine could not enjoy such an honor, I still felt a little bit disappointed in my heart.He is not the real Rigg, but he has accepted this dead woman with many secrets as his mother.In a way, she gave him a second life and he took her son's body.

At the dinner table, Lucius finally understood why Heimdall appeared in his home.The answer is not encouraging.Smooth Mr. Malfoy didn't show it.He even suggested that Heimdall often come to visit, and if necessary, he can go to the shabby house to pick him up.

Just at this moment, a house elf appeared, wearing a dirty rag shirt, with big green eyes full of timidity and anxiety, it walked timidly to the side of the manor master, and whispered something .

The man's expression was a little surprised and... puzzled?Heimdall interpreted it in confusion.

After a while, the man nodded calmly at it.The house-elf seemed relieved.Then suddenly there was a plate on the table.It's loaded with cauliflower, celery, spinach, and green beans.Heimdall widened his eyes in horror, as if seeing a Welsh green dragon roaring at him.

"This is..." Narcissa blinked in confusion, then turned to look at her husband.To her surprise, her husband's expression was very relaxed and subtle, and he skillfully raised his wine glass - in order to hide the raised corners of his lips.

Heimdall picked up a fork of celery, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed viciously.While chewing, he muttered, "Cheese, wait for me!" As if to cater for these words, he had an extra glass of thick tomato juice on hand.

Heimdall froze immediately, and screamed strangely in the next second, "There was no such thing before!"

"This is the master's new order." Cheese appeared elusively again.

"I think it's your new discovery!" The voice was gritted.

"The master has no objection. Please rest assured that every action of Cheese has been approved by the master."

The presence of Cheese shocked the Malfoys.A house-elf dared to charge directly at his master, and it was so...neither humble nor overbearing.incredible.It actually wears clothes that fit? !Merlin!Are the Strulusons crazy?

Cheese bowed respectfully to everyone in the dining room, and then disappeared.

Heimdall put the "disgusting" vegetable leaves into his mouth with a bitter face, and looked up to find a pair of protruding, big, round green eyes peeking at him curiously.

Sensitively aware of the guest's new attention, Draco followed his gaze - frowning unhappily.

Fear slipped through the green eyes, and after that, they were gone.

After dinner, Heimdall refused the host's request to stay.He promised to correspond with Draco before leaving.The host decided to personally send him to the entrance of the manor.Similar to the old house of Sturluson, Malfoy Manor is not connected to the Floo network, and there are powerful protective magics around it. Apparition and apparation can only succeed in the outermost periphery of the manor.And if you choose to use the above-mentioned magic on the outermost periphery of the Sturluson old house, you will be transferred directly to your ancestors - every tomb in the family cemetery wholeheartedly welcomes you.

It can be seen from this that the ancestors of the Malfoy family are much more kind than the ancestors of the Sturluson family.

Heimdall didn't think this was a secret worth keeping, so he joked about it with Lucius while waiting for the entrance.

The man only smiled politely, but was extremely surprised by the boy's frankness.

The person who picked him up came quickly.Lucius pulled out a smile that wasn't a smile.Arthur's expression was even more rigid and impatient.The demonstration of the rattling between the rich and the poor is exactly the same all over the world.

"Goodbye, Rieg, I am very much looking forward to our next meeting." Lucius said earnestly like a kind elder.

Heimdall skipped his outstretched palm and gave him a big hug. "Goodbye, Mr. Malfoy." After saying that, he was embraced by Arthur, and they disapparated and left together.

Lucius froze in place.The Malfoys are not good at physical greetings.He looked down at the empty palm, feeling inexplicably disappointed.

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It was past the usual bedtime when he returned to the shanty, and the kind Mrs. Weasley welcomed him back with a warm embrace.After carefully inquiring about Ginny's injuries and confirming that there was no problem, he declined Mrs. Weasley's offer of a late-night snack.

Heimdall went upstairs to the bedroom.

Ron's breathing was long and even, and he seemed to be asleep.

Heimdall sat on the edge of the bed angrily, this guy didn't say anything, just fell asleep like this? !Just as he was planning to get revenge by putting a few marsupials on his bed, Ron sat up abruptly, scaring the guilty boy with bad motives into his face.

"I, I..." The red-haired boy swallowed frequently, with a panicked expression, he staggered and stammered, "I can't sleep, I can't sleep...I have to wait for Rigg to come back...Apologize to him ...I can't sleep, I can't sleep...I didn't mean to get mad at him...I can't sleep, I can't sleep..."

Heimdall bit his lower lip hastily.

"Sleep, I forgive you."

Ron narrowed his eyes blankly, "Rig?"

"uh-huh."

"You forgive me?"

"Yes, old chap, go to sleep, Rigg forgives you."

"Oh... that's great... um..." Ron closed his eyes and fell back. After a while, the sound of long breathing came again.

Heimdall scrambled onto the bed before allowing himself to open his mouth.He buried his face in the pillow, letting the cotton soak up the spilled laughter.The whole process - pain and joy.

When it was almost dawn, he was awakened by the urge to urinate.The eyes are opened a slit, and a face hangs directly above.He took a deep breath and pushed away that hideous face. "Damn it! Scared me to death! Are you brain twitching?!"

Ron stared wide-eyed, shaking his wrists and accusing, "You swear!"

His uncle! "I still want to kill someone!"

Ron lowered his head aggrievedly. "Rig...I want to say...I just...just..."

The kid is more honest in his sleep than his waking.Heimdall rolled his eyes, grabbed his collar with his open hand and dragged him to his face, eye to eye and nose nose, and said: "Fart!" After a while, he pushed the other party away again, and for a long time Take a breath. "Why are you blushing?! If you have time to blush, hurry up and say something, I still have to sleep!"

Now Ron's face was as red as his hair.

"Okay, stop talking." Heimdall wailed unbearably. "I forgive you." After roaring, the quilt fell back on the bed.

Ron stood by the bed pitifully, finally realizing that he was self-defeating.He didn't dare to do anything else, for fear of making the other party's anger even higher.The red-haired boy rubbed his sore eyes, crawled back to his bed, and was overwhelmed by sleepiness again.

Not long after, Heimdall turned over from the bed and sat up.

He grunted and almost forgot to pee.