HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 57

The Black family - a family of wizards who are so obsessed with pure blood that they are crazy and obsessed with almost morbidity. The members of the Black family always believe that their blood is noble, unchallenged, and admirable.They discriminate against half-bloods, despise mudbloods, banish blood traitors, and use all extreme actions to ensure the eternal purity of the noble and oldest Black family...

The appearance of Sirius Black is an anomaly, like a reverse car that suddenly rushes out on a one-way road. It seems that he is not afraid of life and death, which is a bit different, but at the same time, he violated the traffic rules and was fined. inevitable.

As a result, he was sent directly to Azkaban? !

Heimdall put down the newspaper in his hand, and was dazed for a while, with a daze and confusion on his face.

Rommel walked up to him and pulled out the newspaper in his hand: "You are my son." His announcement was with irrefutable force.

Heimdall regained his senses and raised his face.

Rommel threw the stack of yellowed papers aside, pulled a chair and sat in front of Heimdall, facing him.

"I can say this, unless there is a new patriarch suddenly, no one in the family has the right to change the genealogy, and your surname will not change in this life." Rommel handed Snow a calm Then he pulled his eyes back and said gently, "Now tell me what you think."

Heimdall shrugged, and said in a nonchalant tone: "Actually, you don't have to be so nervous. The surname Strulusson is quite good, and it's convoluted and rare. I never thought of changing it to any other name."

"Did Ivy tell you something?" Snow hesitated.

Rommel's eyes were fixed, and there was a rare tension.

Heimdall noticed that the attitudes of these two people suddenly became cautious. He thought for a while in puzzlement, and then realized that his father and uncle were afraid that this incident would bring harm to the "young" him. It will leave a bad shadow on his childhood.

"Mother didn't say anything." Heimdall actually wanted to tell them that he wasn't forcing a smile, let alone suppressing his emotions. He really didn't feel anything at all.Apparently, both his father and uncle misunderstood his previous reaction. His bewilderment was not because of the shock that this incident had brought him, but just because of the awkwardness caused by strangeness and distance.

Just like he still didn't know how to treat Ivy Malfoy as a mother, to say something unfilial, fortunately this lady has passed away, otherwise he really didn't know how to face her.He had no experience of living with the woman, and although Rigg had lived with her for six years, he was not Rigg, so he couldn't bring himself to grieve over her, let alone remember.A mother whom he met through a Muggle photograph, what would he want to remember? !

As for this Sirius Black... that's even more trivial.

"Who is my biological father, is it really that important to me now?" Heimdall said calmly.

The two Sturlusons were left speechless by the question, and it turned out that they were the two who had been struggling.

Heimdall suddenly made a decision. He said "wait a moment" and rushed back to the room. After a while, he ran back again.Holding Ivy Malfoy's diary in her hand.An inconspicuous leather book, very ordinary.

Heimdall held up the diary with a normal expression. "I just watched the latter," he said with relief. "If the effect of the love potion is as effective as it is said in the legend, then this Mr. Sirius Black is indeed my biological father." Thanks to Merlin, one Sirius is enough to toss, but luckily no other one popped up who.Heimdall applauds Ivy's paranoid love for the first time.

Rommel touched his chin, raised his eyebrows and looked at his younger brother: "Why am I not surprised at all?"

Snow frowned solemnly: "We can pretend that we don't know anything. Anyway, apart from the three of us, there is no fourth person present." Snow Sturluson made a decisive decision: Return Rieger to that family?no way!Absolutely not!

Rommel was noncommittal, he looked back at Heimdall: "Do nothing?"

"do nothing."

"Just pretend you don't know?"

"Just pretend you don't know."

"Good!" Rommel patted his thigh. "Let's go, let's go, people from the foundation hosted a banquet for us today, son, let's eat and drink for free with dad and uncle!"

Heimdall: "..."

***

After ordering Hina to deliver a message to the senior brothers, Heimdall brazenly followed his father and uncle to eat and drink.Instead of the luxurious feast he thought, what the Sugar Mouse Foundation held was just a fun lunch party, and the venue was chosen in the tent of the organizing committee commissioner.

Rommel and Snow intended to protect him and prevent him from being exposed to the adult world too early, so they implemented a policy of herding cattle and grazing as soon as they entered the tent, leading him to a remote corner with few people and letting him find something to eat by himself.

Heimdall was very obedient, and turned his head to ponder over the food on the long table, studying which ones were delicious and which ones were weird. Finally, the Welsh Green Dragon could be ignored, because the buffet did not provide a vegetarian salad.For this reason, Heimdall opened his stomach happily, picked up the food and stuffed it into his mouth.

After exchanging simple greetings with a few familiar faces, Rommel and Snow still did not leave this deserted corner.Today's buffet party was held for the condolence commissioners sent by the Ministry of Magic of various countries, and with Christmas approaching, the party became a matter of course.

Rommel picked up a plate of snacks, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. The taste that filled his mouth made him frown.After that, he raised his eyes expressionlessly. Although he didn't join the crowd, his eyes lingered there all the time, quietly observing the facial expressions of the people in the field.

Snow silently drank a light drink without saying a word. He turned his head to look at a certain corner from time to time, keeping the boy's position in check at all times.

Although the taste of the dessert was not wonderful, Rommel still ate the second piece, and then he said, "I remember you and Lucius Malfoy are colleagues, right?"

"Of course he is different from me. Mr. Fudge appreciates him very much." Snow said indifferently.

Rommel seemed to be full of interest in this topic, and he said with interest: "In your opinion, what kind of person is this Mr. Malfoy?"

Snow glanced at his brother warily, "May I ask your motive?"

"Does Rigg count as a reason?"

"Your father's love came a little late."

Facing his younger brother's accusation, Rommel smiled: "But at least it's still here."

As far as the thickness of his skin is concerned, Snow has always been self-deprecating. "He is a shrewd and cunning person, and he is also a politician who pursues fame and fortune. The Malfoy family is prospering under his influence. He always only chooses the option that is beneficial to him, and... It is said that he used to be a foodie Dead Apostle." Speaking of this, Snow sighed: "Rommel, he is very similar to you in a certain way, so I don't want Rieger to have too much contact with their family, there is someone like you Father is fine, there is no need to join in the fun."

Rommel was a minute late before replying: "Unfortunately, the shrewd and cunning Mr. Malfoy is standing about ten steps ahead of us on the right."

Snow looked up in surprise. Rommel was not joking. It was indeed Lucius Malfoy. Foo had only to turn his eyes to see Rig hiding in a corner, feasting.

"Why didn't you say it earlier!" Snow felt that Rommel probably did it on purpose.

"There's nothing to hide." Rommel disapproved, feeling that he was making a fuss out of a molehill. "Only people with a guilty conscience who have done bad things are always hiding. Can you guarantee that if you escape today, you can avoid every day in the future? They will always meet." Rommel grabbed the anxious Snow, Don't let him go to artificial interference. "How about leaving everything to God? Isn't it almost Christmas? Let's see how Jesus Christ arranges it."

Snow said angrily, "When did you start believing in religion?"

Rommel smiled back: "Merry Christmas."

***

Jesus Christ must have been busy this year because He hadn't answered Snow's inner prayer.

Just when Snow thought everything was settled, Lucius suddenly turned around, with a look of surprise on his face, a man wearing a perfect mask suddenly changed his expression, which can only mean that he saw enough to make him take it off. People and things under the mask.Obviously, Heimdall was the one who was caught off guard.

To Snow's surprise, Lucius didn't act immediately, he frowned, as if he was thinking, his eyes seemed to be looking for something, and he kept his eyes on Rigg.This discovery shocked Snow, he felt that Lucius was peeling off the white veil that covered his eyes bit by bit.

Snow was in a hurry.

"Maybe we have a blind spot in the way we think."

Snow didn't respond at all, but his ears were listening.

Rommel continued, "Maybe not all Malfoys are indifferent to Ivy, or maybe Lucius Malfoy is an exception."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Snow had a bad feeling.

Rommel raised his eyebrows: "Don't forget, this is God's will." After finishing speaking, he walked towards Heimdall.

At that time, Heimdall was munching on a fruit pie, and Rommel suddenly leaned into his ear and said, "Lucius Malfoy is here, and he saw you too."

Heimdall's back stiffened, and he subconsciously wanted to look back, but was stopped by Rommel.

"Don't look back, once you make eye contact with us, our conversation will have to end." Rommel whispered softly. "Although we had some discussions before, it was against Black. The question before you now is what identity will you use to face Lucius Malfoy."

Heimdall swallowed slowly, and then replied, "I once admitted to him that I am the son of the chairman of the Finnish branch of the International Federation of Magicians."

Rommel smiled: "Actually you are." He observed Heimdall. "Do you want to meet him?"

Heimdall thought for a while and said, "The Malfoy family and the Black family are two different things."

"Is that your answer?"

"Isn't it good to let nature take its course? Could it be possible to run up to him and say, Hey, do you remember Ivy Malfoy? Yes, don't doubt, I am the son of your sister Ivy." Heimdall made a strange Mutually. "Must be like this?"

Rommel took his hand, turned around, and led him strode towards Lucius Malfoy.

"Then leave it to God to decide."

Heimdall was caught off guard by him, and he was surprised while trotting, "Do you believe in religion?"

Rommel couldn't help laughing. "Merry Christmas." He did laugh as he said it.