HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 469 Dad, Uncle, Boyfriend

Heimdall stumbled out of the International Wizengamot's office area. After returning from the training center, he took several cultural lessons. The content was all about Hulk. Now he closed his eyes and looked like "Hulk" .

"Heimdall Strulusson!" The sharp roar, set off by the high-heeled shoes, smashed towards the back of Heimdall's head with great momentum.

Heimdall, who had already reached the staff rest area, turned around, and Adelia Firing, holding a parchment, stopped in front of him.

"Why return my documents?!"

"The reason is already written on it." Heimdall glanced at the rolled parchment, and he made a comment at the end. Although it was only symbolic, he also pointed out a few shortcomings.Guessing that she was probably in a hurry to come to ask her teacher for a crime, forgot to read it?

This is indeed the case, Filmin choked for a moment, and forcefully suppressed the urge to watch it on the spot, feeling that it would be shameless to do so.

After eating lunch at noon, Heimdall received a new task from Hollingworth to correct the storage documents.On the surface, he checked the materials submitted by various departments of the IW to be put into storage and to be reviewed. In fact, it was to facilitate him to familiarize himself with the criminal materials openly and aboveboard, and to update them in a timely and effective manner.

Of course, Hollingworth would not hand over all the information to him, and allocated a small part of it for trial operation.After Heimdall took the documents, he flipped through them and found that there was a document waiting to be read by Adeleia Firing.Heimdall decided to carry forward the lady-first gentleman's demeanor, and pulled out Miss Ferring's documents from the back to review first, and the result became what it is now.

It is estimated that Miss Feilin is seldom rejected, even if she doesn't even open the document, she will come to her door in a hurry. Even if people have complaints, they will find a way to communicate in private. This is the way adults pursue.It was spread out to make everyone know that everyone's face is ugly. Fortunately, it's past working hours now, and there are few people on this floor.Heimdall became more and more certain that she really didn't take herself seriously.

"Your report is about the judicial branch of the wizarding world in southern Europe in the 50s. I think you should be more careful in your writing."

Ferrin's face turned green and then pale, and his eyes became even more unfriendly after hearing Heimdall's seemingly teasing words.

Heimdall chose to ignore it, and continued, "Of course, the premise is that you fill in some small omissions first, such as the name of the Minister of Magic of Spain..."

"These are..." Felin seemed to want to say something, but Heimdall didn't give her a chance.

"I don't know how the wizard who was in charge of this part of the work did, but now I take over, I will not pick up typos in every submitted document, I don't have the time, and this is not within the scope of my work , it's my job to put them on the shelf or send them back."

"But Hollingworth..."

Heimdall rushed again, "I'm sorry, I don't know how to get along with beauties, especially beauties like you with outstanding work ability. Judge Ringworth will take care of it all and I am standing by for instructions."

Slight laughter sounded, and Heimdall and Ferring were startled, they didn't notice that there was someone in the staff rest area.

After failing to achieve his goal at Heimdall, Flynn, who was furious, found a new punching bag, "Who!"

The man sat motionless in the shadows. Ferlin took a few steps forward, then stopped abruptly, his face changed again and again, and finally he lowered his head slightly, laughed dryly twice, turned around and walked away quickly, as if something was chasing after him. Hold on.

Heimdall watched Miss Ferring's back disappear into the office area, and then turned around.

The man sitting on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth waved lazily at him, and Heimdall walked over and sat down beside him.

Look at the cigarette in his mouth... It should be a cigarette, Heimdall is a little uncertain, it is as thin and long as a normal cigarette, but it looks more like a light brown cigar, with a row of needlepoints carved on the side gold paint characters.

Mini cigars?Heimdall was eye-opening. It turned out that his father was also a smoker.

"There's no smoking here," Heimdall said.

"So I just suck it in," Rommel grinned, biting a cigarette, "Actually, I'm quitting smoking."

Heimdall returned a sweet smile, then took the matchbox from his hand and stuffed it into his pocket. Rommel raised his eyebrows and did not stop him.

Rommel took the cigarette out of his mouth and pointed to his hand wrapped like a steamed bun, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, the instructors are too nervous after being bitten by an animal." Heimdall shrugged lightly.

Rommel grabbed his wrist and took a look in front of his eyes, but of course he couldn't see anything.

"It's really okay, I'm used to being bitten." Heimdall didn't say this to ease his old man's heart. When Toffee just followed him, he often accidentally bit his hands and arms. Bite a few bloody holes in his legs, and at first he yelled that his face was dismal, but then even Carlo and the others calmly watched him bleed out.

"Well, it's very handy to deceive the upper and lower." Rommel's expression suddenly became unkind, and Heimdall felt that his father's change of face was as elusive as the change of the sky.

"Didn't I take the initiative to confess to you?" The confession should be lenient.

"If I had received some rumors before, even if they were just catching rumors, I wouldn't sit here calmly and go around in circles with you."

Heimdall looked at him cautiously, "Are you really calm?"

Rommel snorted.

Heimdall fell silent.

They walked towards the elevator, and Heimdall took the opportunity to break the silence, "You know Miss Ferring?" He could see clearly just now, and Miss Ferring nodded to him, although her smile was ugly.

"I don't have that honor, and I don't want to know him."

Considering that his father is an international celebrity no matter what, it is not surprising that people know him.Heimdall just found a seemingly convincing reason for himself, and Rommel said again, "It's okay, don't get too close to that woman."

Heimdall doubted this very much. He felt that it would be impossible for him to accomplish this goal in his life.

"Can I ask why?"

"Her sister was La Carlini's lover."

Lombardi Lacarlini?

Heimdall opened his mouth wide, "Does she have a background?!" Heimdall always thought that she was a grassroots class with a pendulous head and a thorn in the buttocks.

"Obviously this young lady doesn't think so. She has always been strong enough to draw a clear line with her sister, but the reason why she was able to transfer to IW so easily, I can't guarantee that there is no Lacarlini involved." Rommel Still holding the cigarette in his mouth, with a playful smile on his face.

They got out of the elevator and walked in the large lobby of the International Federation of Wizards. The drop-shaped chandelier shone brightly above their heads, and wizards kept disappearing into the green flames of the fireplace.

"I'm surprised, Mr. Lacarlini has a lover?" Heimdall couldn't help gossip occasionally - he always firmly believed that it was the influence of Carlo's torment - after all, this matter had nothing to do with the outside world. The touching deeds that have been recited have been quite different.

"His wife has been dead for more than ten years." Rommel pointed out.

"Does he have no plans to remarry? Or is it a novelty to have a lover?" Heimdall glanced around guilty when he said this, for fear that the subject of the topic would suddenly appear and pat him on the shoulder.

"He wants to maintain the tragic image of middle-aged widowed and hopeless, not only to show the public, but also to use this image to persuade his deceased wife's family to support him. For the sake of the future generations of the Lacarini family, I believe him I will continue to act like this, and maybe I will have a good time playing it. You don’t have to be bound by marriage, you can enjoy your single life and be free, the only thing you need to pay attention to is that your underground lover must never be exposed.”

Heimdall thought to himself that this man is really cunning and cunning, on the surface he is sad Liang Shanbo, but on the inside he is the evil wolf Ximen Qing.

"This news should be considered exposed." Heimdall pointed to himself, deliberately putting on a terrified look, "I know all about it."

Rommel patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "I can do it myself."

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During the Apparition, Heimdall brought Rommel back with him. He was familiar with the location of the Apparition. As long as it was not caused by external forces, he would not Apparate to the other side of the mountain.

"I can only use this kind of magic now. Fortunately, the instructors didn't arrange a practical lesson for me today." It's a bit unclear why I didn't bring the wand with me. Besides, Heimdall never forgot the wand, which is what the instructors told me.

"I'm planning to go to England tomorrow afternoon after get off work."

"Go to Ollivander?"

"Ah."

Rommel squinted his eyes in the orange sunset, with an inscrutable expression on his face, and what he said was another matter entirely.

"Give me the matches, honey."

Heimdall felt that he would most likely not be able to hold it back. He kept holding it in his mouth and sniffing the smell of cigarettes at close range, and even if he didn't want to smoke, he would be hooked into an addiction. This method of quitting smoking is unreliable.

"You should eat some sweets and divert your attention." Heimdall tried to enlighten him.

It's a pity that it didn't work, Rommel stared at him intently.

Heimdall slowly took out the matchbox, and Rommel put his face in front of him with a smile, "Come on, help Dad light it."

Dare to pull yourself to be a tainted witness.Heimdall was silent for a while, but still ordered it for him.

Rommel took a puff of cigarette.

Heimdall's nose moved, why does it smell like chocolate?

Rommel smiled at his incomprehensible appearance, and handed him the cigarette, "Do you want to try it?"

Heimdall hesitated for a moment, took a sip, and then coughed until the sky was dark.

"You smoke too fast, but just get used to it." Rommel laughed and patted him on the back.

"Forget it..." Heimdall looked grateful and insensitive.

"Rommel!" Someone screamed, running from the other side of the road, and Heimdall saw Snow at the head, followed by Plov and Victor.

Snow ran up to him, first kissed Heimdall, and then looked at his brother in disbelief.

"How can you smoke him?! How old is he!"

Plov also looked disapproving.

This time Rommel taught his younger brother a few words very honestly, and did not use his sophistry ability.

Victor came forward, Heimdall took his hand and pointed to his arm.Victor shook his head to show that it was okay, and then picked up his steamed bun hand.

"It was bitten by Hulk." Heimdall didn't hide it either.

"Whenever you are so honest with us, we will thank God and thank Merlin." Rommel's cold words came, and Heimdall shrank his neck, and turned to see the two Struluson brothers who did not know when they were united. To the outside world, all of them looked unfriendly.

"They are jealous." Victor seemed to hit the nail on the head inadvertently.

The two brothers were even worse.

"Why is this person so annoying?" Rommel took the cigarette out of his mouth. "The person involved is right in front of us, we must use the third person."

Victor rolled his pretentious eyes, as if he only noticed them at this time, "I really didn't pay attention just now."

Swords are on the verge of breaking out, flying sand and walking stones.

Plov panicked, looking left and right for a while, a little at a loss.

Heimdall regarded him as a life-saving straw, grabbed his arm, dragged him back together, and went to the manor pretending to be deaf and dumb.

"How's your harvest today?"

"……them?"

"It's all right, what good did you catch today? Can you eat it?"

"How do you know how to eat!"

"Only when you are full can you have strength, and only when you have strength can you do things and make money. People are like iron and rice is like steel!"

"..." The honest Plov has never been his opponent when it comes to lip service.

After being watched by the remaining three for a while, the two people's harmonious backs were watched, and no one was in a hurry to rush back.

"When did he and Plov get on good terms?" Rommel was really a little puzzled.

Snow was also puzzled at first, but after hearing his brother's description, he burst out laughing.

What's good about it? !Can you speak?Is this person really the president of a country that is highly respected internationally?Victor was skeptical.