HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 4 Meeting on a Narrow Road, the Brave Wins? ? ?

Arthur Weasley walked quickly into Knockturn Alley.Turning a blind eye to the smoky environment on the street and the frequent cast of unfriendly eyes.The eight consecutive days of uninterrupted raids came to an end, and he was finally able to go home from get off work to reunite with his wife and children.This thought kept him motivated, so that he walked lightly and was not overwhelmed by fatigue.Of course, some highly effective potions also played a key role.

57...57...57...

Searching blindly according to the house number.Since taking office at the Ministry of Magic, he has never set foot here unless work requires him.Gone is the curiosity of my school days about the dark and dark arts, replaced by prudence and suspicion.

"Isn't this Director Arthur Weasley?"

A mocking question sounded in front of him, and Arthur saw a witch with a black ribbon on her head leaning against the wall from her side, and her robe was as dirty as a torn rag.The smile that was squeezed out was not friendly, and the two eye sockets were painted blood red, and there was a circle of strange patterns painted on the corners of the eyes.He knew that some wizards who were obsessed with black magic always liked to put some vicious spells on their clothes or skin. Any reasonable wizard knew that they should try to avoid contact with them as much as possible, and the law also enforced it.

The witch took out a long tobacco rod and took a long puff as if no one was there. She slowly exhaled the smoke ring and said, "A surprise inspection again? I have said countless times that there is no way for prohibited Muggles to be hidden in Knockturn Alley." Items. Perhaps there will never be another person in the wizarding world who shares your love of Muggles and Muggle items."

"Manny darling, maybe I'm the 'second'."

The witch, who was puffing, froze suddenly, and the next second she was choked by the smoke in her throat, coughing and panting.She took out a bottle of potion from her bosom and took a big gulp, her coughing stopped suddenly.The witch whose face was flushed from a violent cough glared at the source of the teasing words——

"Little villain!" It sounded like there was only feigned anger in it.After saying this, the witch turned and left in a swaying manner, as quietly as she had come.

Arthur couldn't help but look at the boy who seemed to appear out of nowhere.Probably no older than 11, about the same height as the youngest son, Ron.Strange pine-needle green hair (caused by potions, which will be explained later), flatteringly good-looking features, bright blue-gray eyes with a straight little nose and a Two slightly raised coral lips.

Arthur sighed and thought: What a cute child.

"Mr Arthur Weasley?" said the boy, looking at him.

"you know me?"

The boy smiled brightly, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Only then did Arthur realize that No. 57, Knockturn Lane was very close.He took his eyes away from the door plate, "Are you Mr. Sturlusson's nephew Heimdal Sturlusson?"

The boy rubbed his nose when he heard the words, and replied in a strange tone of uncertainty, "Did he tell you so?"

Arthur was at a loss, did he make a mistake?

The boy shrugged his shoulders as if he had thrown away something, and then said solemnly, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Weasley. I am Heimdall Sturlusson who will go to your house to eat, drink, and live."

# # #

In fact, the first person to come to the door that day was Osam Dalton, Director of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters.

Arthur and Dalton are just acquainted, not even a nodding acquaintance.The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department is on the second basement level of the Ministry of Magic, while the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters is on the third basement level.The floors are different, and there are very few opportunities to meet each other, let alone talking.Unlike himself, who is hopeless for promotion, Osam Dalton is a high-level talent who needs to be wooed in the eyes of the minister, and he is one of the targets of the ministry.Such a "big man" suddenly came to him, which really caught him off guard and was inexplicable.

"I heard that Mr. Weasley has seven children?" Dalton threw out the words as soon as they met each other.

His wife and children have always been the source of joy and motivation for Arthur. He puffed out his chest and replied proudly, "They are my heart."

Dalton curled his mouth and said kindly: "Your family must be very happy."

His gentle face blushed, and he whispered, "Thank you, I think it's not bad."

"It's like this," Dalton said softly, "I have a distant relative who is going on a business trip recently, and the children in the family have no one to take care of them. The poor boy lost his mother since he was a child, and his father is far away. His uncle has been taking care of him for a long time. , now uncle is leaving soon, so you can see if you can..."

Arthur felt pity immediately, and took over the job of taking care of the children without saying a word.He didn't even think about it, since Dalton is a relative of the child, why didn't he take care of it himself, instead entrusting the child to an outsider?

Dalton was grateful, and then patted Arthur on the shoulder and said, "Wait, I'll let that relative thank you personally."

When Arthur was puzzled, he joked loudly towards the end of the corridor, "Okay, don't be shy, come here quickly, Mr. Weasley agreed."

After a while, a man strolled from the other end of the corridor, his ginger hair was still very eye-catching even in the dim light.

Of course Arthur knew him.Director of the British and Irish Quidditch League Command in the Department of Magical Sports and Sports - Snow Sturluson.Back then, the Department of Magical Sports and Sports' selection of a new director caused a lot of trouble, but in the end it didn't matter.It is said that if Snow Strulusson hadn't voluntarily withdrew before the letter of appointment came down, the current Rodo Bagman would not have been in the position at all.

Many wizards talked about Snow's hypocrisy behind his back, and gave up the opportunity to go to the heights in vain.In the era of "not everyone thinks so", doing something that violates the orientation of interests will be criticized by others.

Arthur thought he really didn't want to do it.

Director Strulusson extended his right hand politely, "Mr. Weasley, my nephew will trouble you, please express my sincere thanks to your wife and all your family members on my behalf."

This was the first time Arthur had heard him speak with his own ears—the director of the command department was a typical activist, and he didn't like to use his mouth at work.

Arthur curled his lips and took the hand.

# # #

Diagon Alley

Before Heimdall left, he was going to visit the old man Ollivander, and Arthur waited while picking at the candy stands along the street.The much cheaper price than in the store made him think that he might be able to bring something home for the children.When he inadvertently raised his eyes and saw someone walking slowly not far away, he lowered his head and grunted.

Apparently, the man saw him too—the brows that were originally stretched tightened, as if he had seen something unpleasant and dirty.

Despite this, Arthur was very aware of Lucius Malfoy's philosophy.He will never take the initiative to avoid it, let alone miss any opportunity to ridicule and belittle "inferior people".Especially the target is his most disgusted "a group of blood-stained scum" - the Weasley family.

"We meet again, Arthur." Malfoy gave a perfectly curved smirk that was a mixture of mockery and indifference.He said extremely politely in a lazy voice: "It's a surprise to see you here, you know, when you left the ministry you were so..." A dramatic drawl and pause, "Well, how about that word?" Are you talking? Returning to your heart like an arrow?"

A snort sounded from behind him, and Lucius moved away with one eyebrow raised.The owner of the voice walked up to Arthur: docile platinum hair, a pair of cold pale gray eyes.

A smaller version of Lucius Malfoy.

"It's an honor to introduce you, this is Draco Malfoy the dog."

Draco pursed his lips, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Weasley."

Arthur twitched the corners of his mouth and said dryly, "Hello, little Mr. Malfoy." Did the kid know that his mouth pursing was almost exactly the same as his father's, full of Malfoy-style arrogance.

"You are here..."

Before Lucius finished speaking, a small figure suddenly came out from Ollivander and stood beside Arthur.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley, for keeping you waiting for so long." Heimdall patted his chest and assured: "When your youngest son and daughter are studying at Hogwarts, I will ask Mr. Ollivander to give you a family affection price."

Good-natured Arthur was about to tell him it wasn't that serious when the unwelcome guest interrupted again—

"Is this the child of one of your 'noble' relatives? I'm sorry to say this: looks quite a bit more respectable than you."

Arthur's face sank, and he gritted his teeth, "It's fine if you pour dirty water on me, don't get involved with the child. Take back your disgusting snobbish eyes! Lucius Malfoy!"

The mocking eyes suddenly darkened.Lucius repeatedly stroked the snake-headed cane—biting cold air shot out from all over his body, as if covered with a thick layer of solid ice.

"I'm Draco Malfoy."

Draco, who was indifferent by nature, took the initiative to greet the child, and Lucius stared at his son in great surprise.

Heimdall looked at the outstretched hand, which was held up without flinching, even though he acted indifferent to it and showed no intention of accepting it.But the perseverance of the owner of the hand is amazing.

"I'm Heimdall," he finally held the slightly trembling little hand, and the cold and wet palm revealed the other party's true state of mind.He smiled at the platinum head knowingly, "Heimdall Strulusson, you can call me Rigg."

Draco nodded without showing any emotion.

"Who are you, Snow Strulusson?" Lucius' voice came from above, with a clear sense of inquiry, and even his tone was strangely relaxed.

"May I not answer, sir?"

The offended Head Malfoy narrowed his eyes in displeasure.

"He's Director Sturluson's nephew. Also, I think this is what Mr. Malfoy wants to know most: his father is Mr. Rommel Sturluson, the chairman of the Finnish branch of the International Federation of Magicians .” Lucius cast a humiliated angry look, but Arthur just stared back coldly. "Let's end this unpleasant meeting as soon as possible. We will not accompany you. Goodbye!" He dropped his words forcefully, and he took Heimdall with a straight face and left without looking back.

Heimdall thought Mr. Weasley was very handsome.

But... is there really Rommel Sturluson? !He thought it was a lie made up by Snow to create his false identity.

# # #

This is really wonderful~~~~

The moment he saw the shabby house, Heimdall said in admiration.

Arthur's whole body immediately flooded with a steady flow of satisfaction. What words can be more beautiful than words that praise his homeland?

"Arthur Weasley———" a high-pitched roar erupted from the room, and then, a chunky lady in a dark floral dress rushed out from the half-open wooden door, with her hands on her waist and brow raised Her face was almost as fiery as her hair.

"What's going on here?" She pointed to a mountain of expensive-looking travel suitcases piled up by the gate, and roared, "You finally don't want to live with me anymore, do you? Finally, you plan to abandon the whole family and find another place." New love? Who is that woman? A beautiful young widow with money?"

"Molly, don't get excited, calm down..." It's a pity that Mr. Weasley's voice range was not wide enough to suppress his wife.

"No?" Molly Weasley suddenly covered her mouth and exclaimed, her eyes were horrified, "Could it be...you are not easy to learn, but you actually learned the dirty tricks of that rascal Dunge, really, really..." Her tone was not Steadily waved his fists and rushed over.

"Your imagination is too outrageous, no, ouch, I said no, ah——" Poor Mr. Weasley was hiding, and he still couldn't avoid being punched a few times.

"Molly!" The head of the family suddenly got angry, but the hostess stopped in a daze.

The male host with a bruise at the corner of his mouth said to the boy behind his wife who had been silent all this time, dumbfounded, "I'm sorry, I made you laugh."

Only then did Molly Weasley realize that her husband had brought a guest back, her face blushed in embarrassment, she quickly wiped her hair and tore at the front of her shirt, put on a kind smile, turned around suddenly, and said cheerfully after three seconds, " Oh, that's so cute, what a lovely kid."

Heimdall laughed dryly, and couldn't help thinking: Could this be what the saying goes, poor and lowly couples are sad about everything?