HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 58

Lucius Malfoy stood there very calmly, looking unmoved by anything, if you ignore the whitened knuckles.The boy was the same as he remembered, but it seemed different. The color of the hair, the familiar facial features, and even the inadvertent gaze made Lucius wake up something in his heart—the inexplicable that had troubled him. A sense of loss, a sense of loss that is similar to that of desperately wanting to understand but not being able to find it.

As the father and son got closer, Lucius decided to put these aside for the time being.

Rommel stretched out his right hand: "Mr. Malfoy."

"Mr. Sturluson." Lucius held the hand and said with forced calm, "It is my honor to meet you here." He said, looking down at Heimdall, There is genuine joy in the smile. "And you, little Mr. Sturluson." He held out his right hand to the boy.

Heimdall held it gently, "Hello, Mr. Malfoy."

At this time, Rommel's eyes were suddenly attracted by something, maybe it was a person, or maybe something else, and he nodded apologetically to Lucius.Before leaving, he announced very politely: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He glanced at Heimdall calmly, and then walked away.

Did he let him figure it out?Heimdall naturally understands the meaning of that meaningful gaze. He is always "abandoned" by his father. It was like this when he entered school, and now he has to experience it again?

Lucius was sincerely grateful to the reason for taking Rommel away, he was eager to talk to the boy alone, he wanted to find out what was the trouble hanging in his heart. "How's Durmstrang?" he began, picking a friendly and safe subject.

Heimdall kept smiling: "Very well, it's very nice there."

Lucius sighed regretfully: "Durmstrang was originally my first consideration. I really wanted to send Draco to that school, but unfortunately I couldn't."

"Because Mrs. Malfoy is reluctant?"

"You know?" Lucius lowered his eyelids, subconsciously rubbing the exquisitely crafted snake-shaped head on the top of the cane.

"Draco said it. He is very lucky. I told him so in person. His mother loves him very much. He should thank Merlin for that. Not everyone is as lucky as him."

Lucius' expression tightened, and his forearm muscles tensed from the clenched fists. "Why do you say that? Are you unlucky? It seems to me that Mr. Sturluson treats you very well," he said, taking a deep breath quietly. "And your mother..."

"She's gone."

Startled, Lucius looked intently at the expression on Heimdall's face, trying to find clues from it.

Heimdall responded calmly: "My mother passed away when I was six years old."

"I'm sorry." Lucius murmured.

Heimdall raised his eyebrows, "You don't need to say sorry, in fact this is not good news for you." When Heimdall realized what he said, he suddenly discovered the so-called 'Shunyi Nature' It's just empty talk.Actually I want him to know?Or did I subconsciously decide that it would be to my advantage to identify with Lucius Malfoy?Heimdall quickly analyzed himself.

Lucius became more and more confused because of this remark. He should ignore the incomprehensible and inexplicable remarks. Turning a blind eye and not listening at the right time is also a "virtue" that a well-educated gentleman must possess.Lucius hesitated, embarrassing at the fact that he found himself goddamn bothered.

Heimdall's bright eyes dimmed. "Do you have a half-sister?" After a long pause, the voice sounded again: "It's Ivy Malfoy."

Lucius felt his hand tremble slightly, and he tried not to lose his composure. "Yes, I have a sister." He gritted his teeth and answered.

Heimdall looked away and stopped looking at him. "Rommel Sturlusson is not my biological father. In fact, I was adopted by Snow Sturlusson into their family. It is said that before my mother passed away, she wrote to ask the Sturlusson family to take me in. Save a chance for me to settle down in the magic world." Having said that, he looked up at Lucius again, with a smile in his eyes. "Sorry to tell you now, Uncle Lucius."

Lucius took a step forward and held out his hand, then was embarrassed by his overwhelming excitement.He tried his best to restrain the earth-shaking thoughts, and tried not to let these thoughts reflect on his face.

It was the first time Heimdall had such emotional contact with Lucius Malfoy, who "doesn't forget to pretend to be indifferent when giving love" outside of the diary, and this close experience made him feel kind.

"I thought you would give me a hug." Heimdall said with a smile.

He got his wish.

Lucius Malfoy's embrace is not warm, the high-grade fabric is smooth and cold against the skin, the finely patterned pewter and silver buttons on the placket make his forehead ache, and what lingers around the tip of his nose is the elegant fragrance brought by high-grade lavender spices .A certain boy commented on the style of aristocrats who reject people thousands of miles away.

Unlike Heimdall's uncomfortable experience, Lucius was completely lost in his own thoughts. "I should have thought of that," he murmured.Then, he suddenly lowered his head, held Heimdall's shoulder and said anxiously, "Ivy..." The voice stopped abruptly, his face suddenly turned pale, yes, he thought of it.

Heimdall was silent, his eyelids lowered, waiting for the man to rearm.

As if a century had passed, Lucius' voice sounded again: "Where is she now?"

"The family cemetery of the Sturluson family."

Lucius nodded slowly, he was back to being the Malfoy master again.

***

"Cirius Black?" Lucius was dumbfounded, his mouth gaping open, his second gaffe of the night.

The aristocratic style that lasted for less than half an hour was in a hurry again. Heimdall found it very interesting to see this Mr. Malfoy suddenly change his face. He should be an impulsive person in his bones, but he is too good at acting and regards depression as a habit.

"You mean that Sirius Black?" Lucius repeated mechanically.

"How many Sirius Blacks are there in the British wizarding world?" It wasn't Heimdall who said this, but Rommel.

After an open and honest talk with Lucius, the other two Sturussons quickly joined in. They left the buffet and entered the tent arranged by the organizing committee for the two Mr. Sturusons.

"Oh, my Merlin." Lucius' complexion became ugly. "How could she be with that Blake...it surprised me..." He squeezed his temples with his hands, with a posture of a splitting headache. "Why did Ivy fall in love with that Sirius?"

Heimdall found him a bit incoherent, and it seemed that Sirius Black's name had given him a little irritation.From another aspect, it can be seen that this Blake is not favored in the circle of high-class people. Look, even his cousin-in-law has the expression of eating a fly.Thinking about it, these rich people generally care about their reputation. Family reputation comes first. Who would like to mention that they have a relative who is imprisoned in Azkaban Prison.It must be embarrassing to say it.

"Mr. Malfoy," Rommel decided to bring the topic back in the right direction. "Your wife is from the Black family, isn't she?"

"You mean Narcissa?" Lucius regained his sanity quickly, and his mind also started to move. "Yes, Narcissa is a member of the Black family, and a member of the family whose name is preserved by the genealogy."

In front of several people, Rommel asked without hesitation, "Have you calculated, or do you know the current details of the Black family?"

Lucius narrowed his eyes. "To be honest, it's not very clear. Ever since... you know what I mean, the Black family has been getting worse day by day. Adding that Sirius was imprisoned in Azkaban, it's even more... ..."

Rommel grinned, and the slyness in the smile did not escape Lucius' eyes. The latter's eyes lit up, and he immediately grasped the point, and his eyes were eager to try.

Snow raised his eyebrows slightly, he felt that these two people together was the best portrayal of a gangster.

Rommel said: "May I ask, who is the person who can inherit the Black family?"

Lucius replied without thinking, "Of course it is Sirius Black."

"It's a pity that he is in Azkaban now." Rommel said immediately.

Lucius echoed without sincerity: "It's really a pity."

Rommel added, "According to the trials of the British wizarding community, it seems that Black has no chance of parole."

"Of course," Lucius said with his trademark smirk. "There is no parole in Azkaban."

"If, I mean if," Rommel emphasized in an exaggerated tone, and Lucius immediately gave him an encouraging look of "but it doesn't matter". "If Black dies in prison very unfortunately, where will the Black family go at that time?"

"According to the existing laws of the British magic community, all property is confiscated."

"What a pity." Rommel sighed.

Lucius nodded: "It's really a pity." This time the tone was more than a hundred times more sincere than the previous one.

"That means that the money of the Black family will be filled into the public coffers of the British Ministry of Magic sooner or later."

"Indeed, Black may never get out of Azkaban in his life."

After that, the two big men sighed pretentiously again.

Heimdall, who had been watching their performance, couldn't help sweating, and silently said "Amen" to someone in the prison.

"Mr. Malfoy, if possible, could you invite your wife to come?" Rommel suggested. "I think certain things should be with her consent."

Lucius agrees. "You're right, you should tell her."

"Looking forward to the next meeting." Rommel stood up.

Lucius got up and took the hand he offered, "Each to each other."

Before leaving, Lucius hugged Heimdall again. This time the feeling was better than before. Heimdall cleverly avoided those "hidden weapons" glowing with silver light.

Watching Lucius' back gradually disappearing from sight, Heimdall couldn't help but said, "Is this okay? Is it a bit too much?"

"Don't worry about anything," Rommel ordered. "This is an adult's business."

Snow glanced at his brother, but did not refute. He stroked Heimdall's hair. "I still listen to your father on this matter. He will definitely let you get what you deserve."

Heimdall pouted, is this the value of adults?