HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 60

A group of people walked towards the tent unhurriedly. There were many people on the road, and various languages ​​drifted into their ears from time to time.Heimdall felt the palm of Snow's grip on him suddenly tense, looked up, and found that he moved his mouth soundlessly, looking in a bad mood.

"Oh, that's not... (Polish)" Just as Rommel and Lucius Malfoy were discussing several major issues of general concern in the magical circles of various countries in recent years, a high-pitched voice broke through the air. "My goodness, it's really...Director Sturluson! (Bo)"

Then, the sound of heavy footsteps approached.

Snow suppressed a sigh, turned around, trying to look as pleasant as possible.He had just heard the voice that could almost fill the entire Quidditch pitch. Maybe the other party did lower his voice, but at least half the pitch could still be heard.

"Director Stuluson! (Bo)" The speaker walked up to them quickly.Rommel and Lucius glanced at each other without interrupting their conversation. Narcissa stayed by her husband's side with her chin raised high, silent.

Heimdall recognized him. This person was a member of the Polish national selection team, and he was still talking to him yesterday.

"I definitely didn't mean to disturb you, but I just didn't expect to see you here. (Bo)" The other party stopped abruptly, with a smirk of surprise on his face.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Krakow (Bo)," Snow said.

"I told Mr. Chairman that I saw you just now, but Mr. Chairman didn't believe it. (Bo)" Krakow turned sideways and took a step away, and Heimdall saw Musta, who was blocked by his huge torso. chairman.

Hassan Musta showed a helpless smile, Snow immediately let go of Heimdall, and shook hands with him.When the two got close due to etiquette, Mustafa whispered in English, "Although his mind is empty and he likes to chatter, his eyes are sharp."

Snow pointed out without changing his face: "He is a Seeker, and he is born with good eyesight."

Afterwards, Rommel and Lucius shook hands with Mustafa respectively.

"Mr. Krakow, (Bo)" Snow started before the man could speak again. Based on his experience, it would be very scary not to let Krakow lead the conversation. "Excuse me, we still have important things to do, you see... (Bo)"

"Oh," Krakow cleared his throat, put on an expression of "of course, I understand very well", and nodded seriously. "I also said that I didn't mean to disturb you, since you still have something to do... why are you here? (Bo)"

Faced with Krakow's suddenly raised volume and the ensuing questioning and staring, Heimdall was simply inexplicable—because he couldn't understand, he could only rely on instinct to judge what he was talking about, but the other party's angry expression and The act of planning to poach himself is not at all appropriate.

Snow quickly turned cold: "Is there something wrong with my nephew here? (Bo)"

Krakow didn't notice the displeasure of a certain director, and stared at him: "Is he your nephew? (Bo)"

"Gomul," Mr. Chairman called Krakow's name, reminded, "I told you the name of this child, don't you remember? (Bo)"

Krakow still looked ignorant, and Mustafa had to remind again: "This kid is here now, you don't want to talk to him? You should remember your own thoughts, right?! (Bo) "

"He couldn't understand what I said! (Bo)" Krakow frowned thinking of this.

Mustafa said patiently: "I can understand, and Director Strulusson can understand too. Both of us can speak English, and any one of us can translate for you. (Bo)"

There was a look of joy on Krakow's flat, square face. "We're working on a new generation of hitters there, and I want him in our club. (Bo)"

"No!" Snow refused to translate even a single word.

"why?"

Heimdall tried to scratch his ears, and Krakow's voice rumbled overhead.

"No reason, please don't mind. The main reason is that Heimdall's mind has evolved to an advanced state. (Bo)" Snow said solemnly, "I don't think he would be willing to choose the option you like, that's right It's too difficult for him, of course, I won't suggest you to understand what is difficult, after all, you look happy, don't you. (Bo)"

During the disturbing silence, Snow remained polite; while Rommel and Lucius both chose a more gentlemanly approach—pretending not to hear anything; Narcissa picked up a silk handkerchief to cover She covered her mouth, wondering if she understood the language, and the veil blurred her expression; Musta assumed the posture of a kind old man, smiling nonchalantly.

Heimdall is the subject of the topic, because he doesn't understand what they are talking about, so there is more embarrassment.He squinted at Krakow, who scowled in confusion.

Krakow approached Mustafa, and asked in his "whispering voice" that was not low: "Mr. Chairman, do you understand what Director Sturluson is saying? (Bo)"

Musta took a deep breath: "Understood. (Bo)"

"What did he mean by that? (Bo)"

"His nephew's playing style doesn't suit your club. (Bo)"

"Are you sure? (Bo)"

"One hundred percent sure. (wave)"

Krakow sighed and turned to Snow with a look of frustration and loss. "That's really a pity. Since Director Sturlusson thinks so, it must be reasonable. I have always admired you for your vision and knowledge of Quidditch. It's a pity... (Bo)" Carat Cove looked at Heimdall with great nostalgia, and then walked away with Mustafa's company.

Before leaving, Mustafa said to Heimdall: "Mr. Strulusson, congratulations on making it into the top ten of the total score. I think you can let go of your hands and feet." Mr. Chairman made a ride on a broom Do a funny dive and wink at him. "Be more casual."

***

"I think Mrs. Malfoy should already understand the reason why we invited you here." As soon as everyone sat down, Rommel straight to the point.

Narcissa had taken off her hat, and her blond hair had been brushed back to a shiny, meticulous finish, and her long hair was pulled back into an intricate bun.She sat gracefully on the soft sofa, with her back straight and her chin raised slightly, looking unattainable.

After waiting for her reply for a long time, Lucius couldn't sit still: "Xixi dear." He leaned forward to remind. (Sissi is Narcissa's nickname, English is Cissy)

"I'm thinking, dear." The hands folded on her legs moved slightly, and Narcissa turned her eyes to look at her husband lightly, and then cast her eyes on Rommel again. "The Black family is no longer something that my married daughter can interrupt. Even before she gets married, the money is not up to me to talk about."

"That's why we invited you here." Rommel said that he didn't care much as he had expected this.

"What do you want to know from me?"

"Don't you want to fight for something for your son?" Rommel did not answer directly, but mentioned Draco, her only son and the heir of the Malfoy family.

Narcissa was no longer indifferent, she squinted her eyes, it can be seen that Rommel's curve strategy is very effective.

"The Black family is by no means as simple as you think!" She suddenly said loudly.

"Sissy?" Lucius was stunned, he had never seen his wife lose her composure like this.

"What do you want to do? Do you think it's really that simple? You can just move your lips here? It's ridiculous!" Narcissa's breath was slightly flustered, her hands were tightly clasped together, her jaw was tense, and her whole body seemed to be shaking. stiffen up. "What I can tell you is that the Black family will eventually be inherited by Sirius Black. Regardless of whether he can come out of Azkaban in this life, it is a certainty, because except for him..." She suddenly looked back To Heimdall. "... Apart from him, there are no other male heirs. The Black family has never handed over the family property to women. This is a family tradition."

For some reason, Heimdall felt that the tone of her last sentence sounded weird and meaningful.

"As for Draco," Narcissa suppressed her excitement and took a deep breath and said, "He will get all of the Malfoy family. My husband is not a person who will be stingy with his own children. I have nothing to do with it." Dissatisfaction."

After hearing what his wife said, Lucius' slightly sunken brows and eyes widened again. "Xixi." He squeezed his wife's hand.

"That means the Black family will eventually become history." Rommel smiled "I'm sorry I said that" and said, "Your cousin doesn't have any other heirs?"

Narcissa frowned, and a strange smile spread from the corner of her mouth. "He is very close to James Potter. After he ran away from home when he was a teenager, he went to live with the Potter family. Sirius once mentioned that if Potter had a child, he must be the child's godfather."

"What a great Potter family!" Lucius said with an artificial tone in his voice.

"That's good."

The adults were stunned for a moment, and they all looked at Heimdall, who shrugged and continued, "Isn't he the savior? It is easier to save the world with money. Although money is not omnipotent, without it it is absolutely impossible." Yes, I think the savior also needs to eat."

Narcissa sneered suddenly. "Harry Potter's mother was a Mudblood, if I remember correctly, and if a Mudblood's son got the money from the ever-pure Black family, it would be a big deal in British wizarding circles."

Lucius was startled. He felt that Narcissa's spirit seemed abnormal, which had never happened before, because his wife had always been reserved, noble, and indifferent.

Of course, Rommel would not care about his wife. Right now he only wants to care about his son. "You don't seem too keen, son."

"I don't think it's necessary at all." After holding back for so long, Heimdall finally expressed his exact thoughts. "Siris Black is not responsible for this matter at all. He is a victim, Ivy...Mother was not arrested or summoned by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for using the love potion without authorization. She should thank Merlin."

Heimdall thought Rommel would say something, so he waited silently, but Rommel turned to Lucius nonchalantly, spread his hands and said, "That's it, Mr. Malfoy, let's call it a day."

Lucius no longer had the heart to care about other things. He was worried about Narcissa's weird state. He nodded slightly, "We'll talk about it later, sorry, excuse me." He pulled Narcissa up and said, "Sissy dear, Let's go back."

Narcissa glanced at him, then at Heimdall, and finally held her husband's hand, and the two walked out slowly.

Rommel looked at Snow and said, "You don't seem too enthusiastic about it." Perhaps he thought this uncle was not very competent.

"I'm not interested in the Black family's money," Snow said, and poured Rommel a cup of tea. "Before we clearly agreed to ignore it, it's not that I'm not keen, it's that you change your mind too easily."

Rommel took a sip from the teacup, and after drinking the warm tea, he relaxed a lot. "Well, if you can't get it, you can't get it. It's not a rare thing." He said indifferently.

Heimdall was speechless, so why did you act so eager to try before, as if you wanted to get it.

"Am I poor?" Heimdall suddenly thought of this, so his father was so eager to get him money.

"By the way, what is the total amount of property that this kid can inherit now? Have you done an assessment?" Rommel asked Snow.

"No." Snow shrugged. "If the money in the Muggle world is evaluated in the way of the wizarding world, it will be very troublesome. Although there is an underground black market to operate this business, considering that Rieger is still young, it has been delayed."

Heimdall wrinkled his nose in confusion: "What do you mean by Muggle money?"

Rommel finally decided to face up to his question. "Let me tell you the truth. The pocket money you are using now is your mother's share, and the share your mother inherited belongs to your grandmother. Now that both of them are gone, it will naturally become yours."

Heimdall was surprised. "I thought Snow gave me all my pocket money... No wonder he's so generous..."

"Hey, what do you mean, kid?!" Snow stretched out his palm and pinched the back of his neck, and said angrily on purpose.

"But what does this have to do with Muggle money?" Heimdall was still curious.He had always used the currency of the wizarding world.

"Margaret's money is in Swiss banks in the Muggle world," Rommel said.

"Margaret?" Heimdall said, "Is that my grandmother's name?"

Snow interjected, "Whether it's children or grandchildren, she always insists on being called by her first name. She thinks those names like aunt and grandmother are too uncharacteristic and sound the same. She doesn't like it."

"What a woman with personality." Heimdall commented. "But," he said strangely, "Swiss banks don't seem to be able to deposit money from the wizarding world? Do they have this business?"

"Of course not, what Margaret left behind was Muggle money." Rommel revealed: "Your grandmother with personality married herself to a rich Muggle when she was 40 years old, and the money was It was left to her by her old and frail husband, and now the wealth is yours... Oh, yes, I remember that there seems to be a manor."

"...She seems to live a very casual life." Heimdall thought for a long time, and only came up with this word to describe it.

"She is a very self-centered person with a weak sense of family affection, so we were really surprised when we learned that she left all her inheritance to you before she died," Rommel said.

"When did she die?"

"The second year of your birth."