HP's Foreign Land

They entered Bernick's home, and before Duncan's back could touch the well-crafted embroidered soft bag on the back of the chair, the house elf from the big manor couldn't wait to call Victor away.Bernick shrugged his shoulders at his cousin and watched him go helplessly.Heimdall shook his hand, a trace of sympathy hidden in his eyes.Duncan was very happy, and didn't mind that he was ignored - he wasn't invited, God knows, he and the old lady couldn't say anything in nine and a half sentences out of ten, maybe this is the so-called culture difference? !

While Rommel unceremoniously reminded Bernick to show his friendship as a landlord as much as possible, he decided to take this opportunity to have a good talk with his son.

"Then go to my father's study. He's working outside now, so he won't be able to use it for the time being." Bernick, who was dizzy under the command, took the initiative to offer advice, and even sent all the drinks and refreshments to the study with the foresight. . "Don't worry, no one in our family will use this room at this time." When the father and son entered the door, he quickly smiled and closed the door intimately from the outside.

Heimdall felt that Bernick would prefer that Rommel stay in this room and not show up again until he left.

This is a very life-like study room, which is quite different from the cold and atmospheric decoration that many big families love. The soft decoration here is colorful and eclectic; Extinguished; it is very clean—both the floor and the table are wiped spotless; there are many books here—books that occupy three entire walls, from the floor to the ceiling, and three wooden ladders with pulleys nailed to them, For the convenience of climbing up and down to take books and periodicals.

Heimdall found that people in this family rarely used magic, and they were more keen to do it themselves instead of relying too much on wands.

"I remember Vidin was quite assertive and had good taste." Rommel frowned critically. "It must have been Daisy's idea, poor Krum." He squinted at the powder blue letter envelope on the desk and the pink cushion on the chair. (Vidin is Bernick's father's name: Vidin Krum)

They sat on the sofa together, and Heimdall picked up a piece of cake on the coffee table and stuffed it into his mouth. "What do you want to tell me?" he mumbled.

Rommel found that he preferred Rieger to be casual and even grandiose in front of him, rather than respectful and low-browed, which would create a sense of alienation between them.Of course, this was only limited to Rieger. If someone dared to do this in front of him, he would definitely let that person spit out all the food he ate.

"You never seem to ask me." Rommel served his son tea and water, wiped his mouth and face, and was very busy, just like a "24 filial piety" father.If his staff or political opponents saw this scene, they would probably roll their eyes while shouting "miracle".

"Why do I ask you?" Heimdall asked puzzled.At the same time, he was flattered by Rommel's caring behavior. Because he was uneasy, he accepted it without any resistance, so that he ate all the pastries that he obviously didn't like, and drank a lot of sweets. tea—presumably his dad thought children liked sweets better.

Rommel was silent for a while, then suddenly reached out and took away the teacup in Heimdall's hand to stop his "self-abuse".

"You don't like fruit pies, you prefer to drink black tea without sugar and milk." Rommel said looking into his eyes. "Actually, you can tell me everything, but you just don't tell me anything."

Heimdall licked his lips and smiled awkwardly.

"Well, this is a learning process. You and I need to participate in it and make progress together." Rommel poured another cup of tea without sugar and milk. "What do ordinary fathers and sons say when they chat? How did you talk to Ivy before? Who needs to talk about a topic first? Or is it derived from something?"

This stumped him.Heimdall took the teacup, lowered his head and sipped, looking for countermeasures while drinking tea.He hadn't spoken to Ivy Malfoy, where did the conversation come from?After pondering for a moment, he raised his eyes and said, "The conversation between father and son doesn't need to be deliberate, just say whatever you want."

"Okay, let me talk first." Rommel, who is used to taking the lead, said first. "I want you to write me a letter, at least once a week. Of course, I don't mind if you write every day."

"Write every day? Doesn't it bother you?" Heimdall said to himself.

"Esper always brags in front of me about the amazing things his three-year-old son has done today. He even memorizes everything he said and recites it to me. I think , my 12-year-old son should be able to do something about it." Rommel thinks he has every reason to believe that his son can do better and be more touching. "I want to tell him that he is not the only one who has a son in this world!" (Espoo is the name of the Minister of Magic of Finland, which has not been used in the scene, by the way)

Heimdall wanted to tell him that his motives were questionable, but seeing how excited he was, he swallowed his words back. "I will try to write to you as often as possible." Helpless, he could only promise.

Rommel was very satisfied with his assurance. "Is Bulgaria fun?" One matter was resolved, and he began to ease the atmosphere, talk about lighter topics, and quietly bring the parent-child conversation into a larger and farther category.

Heimdall didn't answer right away, neither good nor bad.He also began to try to use a more authentic attitude to close the relationship between father and son. From just now, he felt Rommel's intentions, and he was willing to accept and work hard for it.A father and son conversation doesn't need to be adulterated, does it?

"The bathroom here is very interesting. It is unheard of for Muggles and wizards to live here. The commercial street in Sofia is very lively. Daisy is very enthusiastic and the home is very warm..."

Hearing a lot of Heimdallah ramblings, Rommel put his elbows on the armrest of the sofa, leaned into the back of the sofa, and propped his chin with his hands. "No more?" He raised his eyebrows casually.

"That's all I can think of at the moment."

"How about I remind you?" Rommel couldn't hear the tone in his words. "Tell me about that person."

Heimdall stared intently at the pastries on the coffee table, and said casually, "Who is that?"

"Duncan Orville's distant cousin, the one named Kano." Rommel said with exaggerated patience. "Tell me about him. By the way, I heard that he used to go to school in Beauxbatons. Why did he go around in Bulgaria, and France expelled him?"

After a brief silence, Heimdall turned his eyes to Rommel, who looked at him calmly and without changing expression.

"I'm still not honest enough, am I?" Heimdall laughed, unfazed by his pretended indifference.

"How can you be such an idiot to let yourself get close to this kind of person?" Rommel's eyes finally showed sullen color. "Or did you do it on purpose? You deliberately let yourself have some troubles from time to time, so that I, a father, have a chance to perform? I don't mind visiting the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic and getting in touch with Mr. Minister here, but I don't want to, and Very reluctant to visit wizarding medical institutions in this country! More specifically, any medical institution in any country! You'd better remember this for me, Heimdall Strulusson!"

Heimdall guessed that this expression also expressed concern in Rommel's dictionary.

"Understood, Dad, I will remember." He said very obediently.

"Very good, just remember." Father moved his body on the sofa as if uncomfortable.

"Thank you for caring about me so much," Heimdall thought to himself that he might regret his harsh tone just now, so he took his hand and said seriously. "It's not that I don't want to tell you, I just don't want to worry you, and this matter has passed, and he has been punished as he should."

Feeling that a smile was about to appear on the corner of his mouth, Rommel quickly stretched his face. "Tell me what you think." He interrupted Heimdall, but held Heimdall's other hand.

Heimdall looked into his eyes. "...Are you asking me to make a request?"

The latter just looked at him silently.

"After this incident, Duncan's cousin can't stay in France any longer. No school will take him in. Duncan said that the school his cousin wants to go to most in his life is Durmstrang..."

Rommel chuckled softly. "That school is very dangerous, a world-famous black magic factory." He squeezed his son's palm, pretending to be worried and earnest. "I should try to stop it, I have this responsibility, right?"

Heimdall quickly kissed his father on the cheek, and then quickly sat back in his seat. "Thank you, Dad." He said softly.

While Rommel was drinking tea very comfortably, there was a knock on the door, and after a while, Bernick pushed the door open and poked his head in. "Sorry to bother you," he said. "Someone's looking for Rigg."

"Who?" Rommel was not too happy that the conversation was interrupted by external force.

"From the Greek Ministry of Magic."

The father and son in the door looked at each other.

"Let the guests come in." Rommel ordered.

Bernick pushed open the door, and an old man wrapped in a dark blue traveling cloak came in. His white hair under the top hat was messed up everywhere, and he looked tired and depressed. "I'm so sorry to bother you, Mr. Sturluson." The old man took off his top hat and apologized. "I really have no choice..."

Heimdall stood up abruptly. He had seen this old man, the top chimera expert in Greece, and the leader of the expert team that had given Toffee a physical examination. "Did something happen to the toffee?"

"It doesn't eat. There is nothing we can do. We have tried countless methods, but nothing works." The expert said with embarrassment.

"Take me!" Heimdall demanded loudly.

***

He came to the island of twilight again and saw the toffee and the pile of bones.

Not long after the experts put the toffee back on the Twilight Island, it returned to normal, willing to eat and more energetic.This phenomenon makes the experts very embarrassed, because the minister has already issued a military order that this "like" Chimera will be presented as a pet to the son of the Stulusson family. I made a promise swearingly, who would have thought...

Toffee was very happy to see Heimdall, and circled around him a few times. The man and the beast soon got together.Of course, the toffee Heimdall specially prepared for it played an important role in promoting the friendship process.

The experts have no time to marvel at this unprecedented spectacle, how to let this Chimera live freely in the world outside the Twilight Island is the most important thing for them to worry about.

Is it possible to let their children immigrate to the island of dusk? !

"I won't be able to visit you anymore after I'm gone." Heimdall squatted beside the Chimera and threw toffee into its wide-open mouth. "You think it's strange? This is a rule set by us humans. This island belongs to you Chimera beasts. Humans have their own place, and you have seen it before. This is how this world is, each living in its own place."

The Chimera closed its mouth, refusing to eat any more toffee.

Heimdall reached out and stroked its big head. "I don't hate you, don't be angry."

The Chimeramon turned its head to one side, avoiding Heimdall's touch.

"What's wrong with it? There's nothing you can do about it. Everything has to be done according to the rules. If not, the world wouldn't be in chaos." Heimdall patiently worked on it. "Do you like this place? Do you have any friends here?" He tirelessly tried to touch it with his hands, and finally, the Chimera no longer avoided it.

The Chimera looked at him and snorted, looking very frustrated.Its eyes were clear and bright, the cleanest eyes Heimdall had ever seen.

"No? Oh, it's nothing. I've seen those guys too. They're a bunch of rude savages. They can't go with you at all." Heimdall smiled, deliberately downplaying his attitude and tone, the Chimera beast Quickly appeased.

"Would you like to come with me?" He immediately offered the invitation. "Live together as friends, you will be where I am, are you willing?"

The Chimera beast's eyes lit up, but soon dimmed again.It moved its head and looked to the other side - the place where the pile of bones was displayed...

At the same time, the experts exclaimed again and again. "It's really shocking and unbelievable. They are communicating. Can you imagine that humans and Chimeras can understand each other?! This is really..."

"To shut up!"

Rommel only used two words, and all the flattery came to an abrupt end.

Not long after, Heimdall came back, and the leader of the expert group stepped forward and asked, "How did you talk?" After saying this, he felt that the wording was a bit strange, and he couldn't find a better way to say it.

Fortunately, Heimdall didn't mind. He sighed and said, "It doesn't want to go because it doesn't want to leave its father."

The expert stared: "Father? Where is it? This island?"

Heimdall pointed: "That's it."

"Which one? That pile of bones?" The experts squinted their eyes at the snow-white skeleton. "This is impossible! The Chimera lives with its mother, that is, the father left directly after the parents mated, and has never seen any father... Is it really its father?" The experts gradually changed from disbelief to Sheer surprise.

Humans and Chimera beasts can communicate freely, and I have witnessed it with my own eyes, so it seems that it is not worth making a fuss about being brought up by my father.

"We have already discussed, as long as I take its father away, it will be happy to live with me." Heimdall said with a smile.

"But..." The experts were about to say something when Rommel stopped them.

"This is your problem." A certain father said in a calm voice. "Do you need to inform your minister again?"

The experts choked, looked at each other, and bowed their heads in resignation.

Heimdall looked at the toffee quietly guarding the skeleton, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart. "That must be a good father." He sighed softly.

Rommel frowned pretending to be angry: "Am I not good?"

Heimdall looked up at him intently: "You must live a long life."

Rommel grabbed his son's shoulders and hugged him hard. "Don't curse me, I always thought I could live to be a thousand years old." He said very moved.