HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 209 True Lies

Snow looked at his pocket watch. It was less than half an hour before the agreed meeting time. He put the pocket watch back in his pocket and looked around: "Let's review it again."

"No need." Rommel refused without thinking.

"The more resistant you are, the easier it is to reveal your secrets."

"I'm past the age of rampage, and you still need to teach me this kind of thing? I think I changed diapers and fed you for you back then. Alas, the clever little carrot head is gone forever. Every time My brother is very sad to see you now..." Rommel paused meaningfully.

"I'm not dead yet!" Snow said coldly.

"Rather than worrying about me, it's better to worry about him." Rommel pointed to Victor.

Victor raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Snow and I are brothers, so let's tell the truth according to this relationship. What about you? What identity do you plan to use?"

"He's an uncle, that's the case in terms of seniority." Snow didn't hesitate...well, a bit too hesitantly.

Victor's face immediately darkened. If Rieg called him "uncle" in front of outsiders, he would definitely collapse on the spot.

"Just brother." Victor introduced himself.

"Look, don't you want to call me Dad." Rommel laughed.

Heimdall looked at his boyfriend sympathetically. The latter clenched his fist and squeezed out a word between his teeth: "Cousin or cousin."

Snow still had a conscience, and he didn't make any more troubles. He said, "Let's just say that you are the son of our friend and come to England with us this time. Don't add more people to the 'thin population' Black family. We The atmosphere I want to create is that there is no one else in the Black family, no matter whether it is near or far. There is only Rigg, who has only one seedling, and the only seedling has immigrated to Iceland. Got some ideas."

In fact, this is almost the same as the real situation. As Victor emphasized, half-truth and half-false are the highest level of lies.

Several people waited silently in the small living room.

The Malfoys weren't involved, they wouldn't be on stage today, and they won't be.Talking to Mary Cowan yesterday was already the limit of Lucius. Let him play the Muggle that he hates and despises the most in his life.

The doorbell rang, and Snow stood up to open the door. Except for Heimdall, everyone put on a ready posture. For pure-blood wizards, communicating with Muggles is probably more difficult than communicating with dragons.

The door was opened, and Mrs. Cowan raised her head and smiled: "Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, please come in." Snow stepped aside.

Mrs. Cowan thanked her softly and entered the room.

She saw Heimdall on the sofa at a glance, and she covered her mouth with tears in her eyes after a while, and had to temporarily swallow all the words prepared by the few people, because this woman couldn't see anything else except Heimdall at the moment. .

"Can I hug you?" Mrs. Cowan asked tearfully.

Heimdall stood up, arms outstretched.

Mrs. Cowan rushed forward and hugged Heimdall tightly in three steps, "That's great, that's great, I thought..." Mrs. Cowan babbled nonchalantly, seemingly terrified. light. "You have grown up so much, you were only a little bit older at that time..." She gently stroked Heimdall's face, watching with red eyes.

I don't know how long it took before Mrs. Cowan was finally willing to let go of Heimdall. She took out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes, and said with self-loathing: "I forgot a lot of things because of illness a few years ago, and I have been receiving memory recovery training for these years. Treatment, but it didn't work, if I hadn't seen Rieg the day before yesterday, I would really..." As he spoke, he showed signs of crying again.

This should be the latest result of several attempts by the amnestics, and the four wizard comrades suddenly realized something.

Mrs. Cowan sat down under Snow's reminder, holding a handkerchief and wiping the corners of her eyes from time to time, staring unblinkingly at Heimdall's back.

Heimdall endured the pressure without changing his expression, poured a cup of tea and handed it to her, and pushed the sugar and milk jugs forward.

Mrs. Cowan thanked her, and continued to stare wide-eyed.

Heimdall turned his eyes away and poured tea into his cup.

The atmosphere in the room became quite strange and dull for a while, the woman did nothing but look with her eyes.

Rommel felt that it would be better if she saw enough and just leave.

Therefore, Chairman Sturluson doesn't understand Muggles too much. This is a mistake that many pure-blood wizards will make - ignoring the IQ of Muggles.Muggles also have brains and can think. Both IQ and EQ are high. Muggles will never give up until they achieve their goals, and they will be very persistent, especially when they are facing a female Muggle.

"You don't remember me, do you?" Mrs. Cowan said suddenly hoarsely.

"I'm sorry, that's true." Heimdall said decisively and frankly without being pretentious.

Mrs. Cowan bowed her head. "That's fine..." She murmured and raised her head. "It seems that you are much more cheerful than before, so I am relieved. It turns out that you don't like to talk, and you have a dull temper. If you accidentally knocked and got hurt, you wouldn't tell us. You hold back everything by yourself. You Are you still painting?" Mrs. Cowan blinked.

By the way, when he was packing his luggage, he found a few drawing books, and those books were still in the cabinet in Rigg's room.

Heimdall shook his head, pushing everything to "amnesia".

"It's a pity. Mr. Mayo also said that you are very talented in painting. I had agreed with Mr. Mayo that I would send you to their art school when you were older, but Ivy refused." Mrs. Cowan looked up: "Mr. Mayo, don't you remember? He will come every two weeks to give you guidance, but I can't remember his contact information."

These are all things that "Rig" has experienced. Of course, Heimdall doesn't know, so he shook his head happily. It seems that he can't do anything else except shake his head right now.

Afterwards, it was Mrs. Cowan's performance time alone. I don't know whether it was the restoration of this memory that made her too excited, or seeing Rigg made her lose her mind, or maybe both. In short, she sat On the sofa, she kept looking back on the past and chattering. Every time she looked back at a node, she raised her eyes and asked Heimdall if she remembered. As soon as Heimdall shook her head, she continued to talk.

During this period, Snow took out his pocket watch to look at it, and then sighed indistinctly.

Victor listened very carefully, as if he was the one in his memory.

When Rommel wanted to change to a more comfortable sitting position and put down the cup in his hand, Mrs. Cowan suddenly looked at him: "Are you Mr. Sirius Black?"

Rommel almost threw the glass in the woman's face.

By the way, they didn't even have time to introduce themselves.

Although Victor is old, that young face can't deceive anyone, except for Snow and Victor, the rest is of course Mr. Black, the "heartbroker" who abandoned Ivy.

"I am." Although Rommel was reluctant, he didn't show the slightest bit on his face. The expression on his face was indifferent, with a sharp posture of who else than me.

As expected of an acting school, Snow felt bad in his heart.

Mrs. Cowan was overwhelmed by Rommel's aura, and she flinched and hesitated for a moment. It was obvious that Black in front of her eyes was far from the image she imagined.In Mrs. Cowan's mind, Sirius Blake is an irresponsible wretch, and a man who abandons his wife and son is the most shameful.

Mrs. Cowan's pre-prepared temptations and reprimands were all in vain. She lowered her head and took a sip from the cup, her mind spinning rapidly.Mrs. Cowan has a job, experience and insight. She once had a happy family. She is not a simple little girl. The first impression Rommel gave her was quite shocking. Such a man would abandon Ivy and Rieger Heartbroken?

Today, six years later, Mrs. Cowan questioned Ivy's original words for the first time.

"Why did you separate from Ivy in the first place?" Mrs. Cowan wisely did not use the word "abandoned".

"It wasn't separated, she ran away by herself, and I didn't know she was pregnant." Rommel said the truth.

Who should I trust?she does not know.

"Are you really Sirius Black?"

The four wizards were stunned, don't be so sensitive!

Rommel smiled calmly: "What's the benefit of lying to you?"

Mrs. Cowan was at a loss for words.

"Why didn't you show up at that time? Don't you think it's too heartless to let your brother handle all this?" After a moment of silence, Mrs. Cowan looked sharply.

Rommel smiled unhurriedly: "Since my image of a villain has been deeply ingrained in your heart, no matter what you say, it is superfluous."

Mrs. Cowan frowned, although she was dissatisfied but helpless: "You are quite cunning."

"A lot of people say that."

"I hear you're not married yet?" asked Mrs. Cowan.

"Yes, so you don't have to worry that I will treat Rieg badly. He is the baby of our family and the future heir."

"You shouldn't measure family affection with material things!"

Rommel snorted coldly.

Snow wanted to laugh that his great brother would be taught a lesson by a Muggle woman.

"Father is very kind to me, and uncle is also very kind to me." Heimdall hesitated suddenly. "...The Black family is very good to me."

The two Struluson brothers glanced at each other indiscriminately. Even though they knew it was an act, they still felt very upset when Rigg said it.

Mrs. Cowan started eyeing Heimdall again.

"Honey, I brought some cakes, will you take me to the kitchen?" Mrs. Cowan took out a round cake box from her cloth bag backpack.

She wants to be alone with herself?

Heimdall nodded, and the soldiers came to cover the water and soil. As soon as he stood up, Mrs. Cowan couldn't wait to walk towards the kitchen. Of course, leading the way was an excuse.

They entered the small kitchen one after the other.

The entire kitchen is spotless and clean, as if someone has always lived there.

Mrs. Cowan opened the cupboard with ease, took out the plates from it, found the knife and fork from the drawer, and said to herself, "It's really clean, someone should take care of it."

"Honey, eat a piece, this is your favorite brand." Mrs. Cowan handed a small plate containing a small piece of chocolate cake to Heimdall.

Heimdall took the plate and thanked him, picked up a fork and dug a piece into his mouth.

"Well, it's delicious."

Mrs. Cowan's eyes sank: "Who are you?"

Heimdall was stunned, and raised his eyes in surprise.

The softness on Mrs. Cowan's face disappeared: "Aren't you Rigg?"

"I'm Rigg."

"You're not!" screamed Mrs. Cowan. "You're not my Rig!"

Snow, who was leaning against the corner outside the kitchen and listening to the corner, wanted to rush in angrily, but was held back by Rommel. Snow glared at his elder brother, "Shh." Don't be impatient.

Victor didn't care about these, and listened intently to the movement inside.

"I'm Heimdall." Heimdall shrugged and dug another piece of cake into his mouth.

"You are not, Rigg is Heimdall, so you are nothing!" Mrs. Cowan said excitedly.

"How come, what you saw was Rigg's body, Rigg's appearance, of course I am Rigg."

"You're not Rigg!" Mrs. Cowan couldn't hear it at all.

"I've lost my memory."

"Excuse!" Mrs. Cowan raged. "Rig likes to drink tea with milk and sugar, but you are drinking clear tea; Rig doesn't eat chocolate cake, but you are the opposite; Rig is not left-handed, but you always grab things with your left hand; Rig always walks right first foot, you are stepping with your left foot; most importantly, the tone and tone of your speech give me a completely different feeling! Even if I lose my memory, certain things will not change! You are not Rigg!"

"I'm Rigg."

"You..." Mrs. Cowan trembled angrily.

"Don't worry, please listen to me." Heimdall smiled lightly. "I'm Rigg, but not the Rigg you said."

Mrs. Cowan was confused.

"Your Rig is dead."

Mrs. Cowan was struck by lightning. "Dead?" She murmured dumbfounded.

"Otherwise I wouldn't be here."

"What do you mean? What does it mean to be dead?" This news hit Mrs. Cowan too hard, and she didn't dare to think about it. Heimdall's remarks were like a hammer smashing into her heart, making her Suddenly Liushen Wuzhu was at a loss.

"Your Rig died in an accident, and I opened my eyes to find myself in this body."

"You're here, what about Rigg?" Mrs. Cowan grabbed Heimdall's arm hard.

Heimdall sighed, why couldn't she understand, "Your Rig is already with the Heavenly Father, in other words, he is dead, and his soul has gone to heaven."

Maybe the word heaven became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Mrs. Cowan suddenly covered her face and knelt down, sobbing heartbrokenly from between her fingers. The three of them were caught off guard and froze in place. Mrs. Cowan buried her head and brushed past them, picked up her backpack and rushed out the door.

The door suddenly opened wide, and gusts of cold wind blew into the room.

Snow was stunned for a while, then walked over and closed the door.

He turned around and saw Heimdall entering the living room with a plate.

"It tastes good," said Heimdall.

The other three did not speak for a while.

Heimdall lowered his head, a faint despair rose in his heart.

Victor stepped forward to remove the plate, held Heimdall's face in his hands, and lowered his head to bite his chocolate-scented lips.

Rommel suddenly coughed forcefully.

Victor withdrew unwillingly, "Have you reacted?"

Rommel squinted his eyes in extreme displeasure and said, "It's not your turn to say this yet."

Victor shrugged: "I'm still thinking I can finally take Rigg away, if you all give up on him."

"Dreaming!" Snow growled, pointing at his nose.

"Come, come, come to Dad, that Victor is obviously out of his mind." Rommel hugged Heimdall and slipped to the side of the sofa and sat down.

Heimdall raised his eyes and looked at them hesitantly: "Am I still Rigg?"

All three laughed.

Rommel said: "You are our Rieger."