HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 65

"Diary 1980 January [-], [-]"

I have tried to write to Lucius, and every time I write his name, my courage breaks away.

I wrote to Severus last month.I left the place, made a long detour, and posted the letter in a small village in Ireland.

I am very satisfied with my current life. I have a husband and a child who is about to be born. I feel very happy.

My consciousness will always remind me that I must never let anyone know my whereabouts. I have a terrible premonition that as long as a familiar face finds me, Sirius will leave me.

None of them deprive me of my right to happiness.

***

The night withdrew from the sky, and thousands of rays of light rushed out of the horizon, drawing the outline of the sky and diluting the dying figure of the goddess of the night.Today, there is no longer snow on the top of the head, but green pine branches covered with colorful ribbons.The magic decoration master hired by the Sugar Mouse Organizing Committee is very good. Those illusory ribbons shone like real objects under the orange light. The colorful intertwined and fluttering in the wind is really beautiful.

In front of the points ranking display board of the broomstick speed competition, people were not interested in admiring the beautiful scenery. Everyone was scrambling to be the first, talking about it, and frequently pointing to the string of names and the scores that followed the names.The leading first group hardly changed, except for a slight difference in the order of the fifth to tenth place. After eight rounds of competition, the top five still firmly held their positions.

Heimdall ignored the noise around him, turned around and looked up at the sky, and then, the purple ribbon floating above his head flicked violently, as if shy because of the sudden attention of others.Heimdall was amazed by such a superb anthropomorphism.

The seniors who volunteered to accompany him to see the list were startled, and Edmund said happily, "That's great, we've risen to the eighth place."

Bernick was also delighted. "Keep working harder in the ninth round. No.7 is not much different from your score. It shouldn't be a problem to catch up with him." In front of the same board, the third person on the left hand side had a look of expression after hearing this "prophecy". It became ugly all of a sudden, he didn't stay any longer, he rushed away with aggrieved face, and before leaving, he gave a few free glances to someone who was talking nonsense.

Excitement caused Bernick Klum to stop checking and forget to control the volume.

Heimdall happily walked into the field of the team competition. As always, there were only players and referees, and it was in full swing as always, with sawdust flying and paint splashing as always.

"I heard that you took an advertisement for Xingyun Broom Company?!" Adam squatted on the ground to measure the length of the broom handle and looked up at Heimdall.

"You are well informed." Heimdall automatically walked to the simple wooden table and continued the unfinished work from last time - painting each branch. "This company's products are very good, and they are cheap and good. I think they should sell well."

"With Victor Krum helping to build momentum, even crap will be bought."

Heimdall raised an eyebrow, then smiled again. "I'll tell Mr. Kroom exactly what I said. I didn't expect you to have such a high appreciation for him."

After a brief silence, Adam threw the ruler aside, stood up and strode to the edge of the table, picked up the long wooden pole he had sawed before, and then turned to face Heimdall, with that irritating expression on his face again. mocking smile. "Don't look at me like that," he said. "I won't commit murder in broad daylight, although sometimes I do want to strangle your little neck."

Heimdall swallowed, and continued to apply his paint in suspense.

Xiabi picked up the drawing and fiddled with it twice, and said suspiciously: "That's not right." He leaned over to watch Adam planing away the unevenness on the pole bit by bit, making the whole broom handle more and more slender and round. "The shape you made is different from the drawing," Xiabi patted the beige paper. "The champion's design is obviously a slightly arched bow, why did you make it undulating?!"

Adam said nonchalantly: "Who can understand that his is a bow?"

Sharpie was speechless.Not only did he understand it, but the other teams also understood it. "You don't want to play at will, okay?! This is not a game without a proposition. If you don't follow the blueprint, you are off the topic. A team competition is not a personal performance show, so don't drag your teammates down!"

It was rare to see this Hufflepuff erupt, and Heimdall was surprised and curious. He kept brushing the paint while silently observing the situation.

Adam made an incomprehensible movement, he suddenly lowered his head to cover his nose.

Charpy crossed her arms and squinted at him unmoved.

"My nose must be crooked... What are you looking at? Do you want to appreciate your masterpiece again?" Adam looked up and saw Xiabi's gaze. "I should really show you what happened back then. My mother almost passed out because my nose was bleeding all the time. So that every time I heard you shouting loudly, I felt a pain in the bridge of my nose. Reassuring again and again that nothing is wrong, even though it always hurts."

Sharpy sneered. "Don't think that I will be condemned by conscience because of this. You deserve it. It's just a little nosebleed that is worth your fuss to this day, so what if it hurts, it's because you have a psychological problem, or your nose bridge is naturally sensitive and fragile. It breaks when you touch it."

Adam said, "You want to fight with me?"

Sharpie flung the blueprint in front of him. "Bow!"

Adam grunted and picked up the blueprint, and after a while he threw the blueprint back to Sharpie. "It's more aesthetically pleasing to have a little undulation."

Shabby groaned, "I don't care! Do whatever you want!" He said to Heimdall again: "Be prepared mentally, maybe we can only get back a certificate of participation in this team competition."

***

After the second round of the team competition, Heimdall appeared in front of everyone in a mess. His school robe was covered with large and small paint spots, as well as his head and face.

Duncan joked at the first sight of him, "The content of the team competition has changed? Has it become a paint-splashing competition?"

Edmund sniffed his nose and frowned quickly. "What is this smell?" It was pungent and unpleasant.

"In fact, all the paint smells bad." Heimdall said with a numb face as he tugged on his robe. "Anti-curse varnish is one of the best. This kind of paint doesn't need to have other functions. It can smoke away criminals just by its smell."

Bernick and Victor exchanged glances. "What happened?" Bernick asked.

The team contestants came out one after another, all painted in red and green. Some children seemed to have jumped into the paint bucket, their bodies were sticky, and they could hardly see their original appearance.The people waiting outside were speechless and at a loss. The parents of many children did not dare to go forward rashly. They had to observe for a long time, for fear that a child who was not paying attention would be kidnapped.

"Someone got the spell wrong while packing up." Heimdall sighed. "Then I don't know what happened, the shelf where the paint was placed suddenly lost control, and all the paint was sprayed everywhere, like it was raining paint." He sniffed as he said. "I feel like my nose is not my own anymore, as if I can't smell anything."

"It seems that measures have been taken." Victor found that the paint spots on Heimdall's body were slowly fading.

"This is due to the great referees." Heimdall praised. "The paint itself has magic, so it will disappear slowly, especially the smell may disappear for a while. For the sake of everyone's nose, it is wiser to stay away from me." He said helplessly. "The referees also warned us not to touch the water today, let alone take a bath, because the paints are all mixed together, no one can tell how many kinds of paints have been spilled on their bodies, and some kinds of paints will be very serious when they get wet. Terrible consequences, I am doomed to stink today."

"My Merlin, how long have you been away, and your taste is so bad?"

Heimdall froze for a moment, then turned around.

Draco Malfoy was standing a few paces away staring at him, he looked fantastic, taller, a bit more muscular, with the same meticulous hair, still expensive and well-dressed, with a The iconic smirk.Heimdall felt that this was not a good time to reunite after a long absence, especially under the wrapping of stinking paint.

"Are you here to see me?" Heimdall said.

"I don't know." Draco raised an eyebrow. "Actually, I didn't know why I came here until I met you. But my mother insisted that I come here for Christmas."

Heimdall grunted. "Shake hands?" he grinned.

Draco grunted too.He strode forward and gave Heimdall a big hug without hesitation. "I'm really happy," Draco whispered.

"Even if I stink? Bad taste?"

"Even if you stink and have bad taste."

Heimdall also hugged tightly back. "It's not easy for you kid to tell the truth, so I'll accept your visit reluctantly."

Draco wasn't having a fit, and if anyone else had talked to him like that, he'd have had spikes already.

"This is my cousin, Draco Malfoy." Heimdall introduced to several brothers. (Draco's birthday is June 6th, and I set Haile's birthday on March 5rd, just for easy memory)

Draco shook hands with them one by one, and after a brief greeting, he cast a look at Heimdall.Heimdall understood what he meant, and he was anxious to have a conversation with him, a private meeting with no one else present.

There is no need for Heimdall to talk too much, the brothers have already realized it.Duncan said: "Okay, you can go to free activities, it is inconvenient for adults to participate in children's time."

After the two blond boys gradually walked away, Duncan suddenly said, "It's just the appearance, it's just the hair color, but the facial features are obviously different, and the temperament is completely different."

Bernick nodded in agreement. "You've all seen that Muggle photo. He looks more like his mother."

"Is it important to look like who you don't look like? His surname is Stulusson now, and your cousin is his father." Victor felt that they were really unnecessary. "And, Rigg is Rigg."

***

Carlo Jones was not in the tent, probably looking for his sister again.Heimdall led Draco to his room, and took off his robe with the help of Hina, the stench seemed to be lessened.

Draco took a sip of the special Christmas juice Heimdall strongly recommended to him, still expressionless, neither saying yes nor no.

Didn't he want to talk to himself?After sitting down, Heimdall asked, "What do you want to tell me?"

"How is Durmstrang?"

"So far so good," Heimdall said. "As for whether it will continue to improve until graduation, it's hard to say." He asked him in turn. "How's Hogwarts?"

"Unsatisfactory." A sullen smirk came to Draco's mouth again. "Except for Slytherin."

"I heard that Harry Potter is going to Hogwarts this year, how is he?"

Draco's expression froze for a moment, and he gritted his teeth and said kindly: "Why does everyone ask Potter? What happens to the great Harry Potter? It's none of my business? Slytherins don't care about damned Gryffindors! I don't even want to care about Potter!"

Heimdall was really wronged by this innocent disaster. After a moment of tense dullness, he said calmly, "Let's change the subject."

Draco lowered his eyelids, an uncomfortable blush appeared on his face, and he took a sip from his glass as if to cover up.

"Your father and mother already know about my parentage," Heimdall said. "What I want to ask is that you didn't tell Mr. Malfoy about this?"

"Don't call him that, he's your uncle, we should be closer." Draco reacted strongly to this. "You didn't tell me that you can tell this matter to the outside world. Isn't it what a friend should do to keep a secret?" After speaking, he quickly rolled his eyes away, with a rare gentle expression on his face, which was stiff due to lack of practice.

"Of course we are friends." Heimdall said with a smile. "Thank you for keeping it a secret, cousin."

This topic seemed to unlock the lock on the chatter box for them, and the two quickly integrated into the atmosphere, and the conversation became casual.

The light on the floor moves and changes slowly, and the colorful butterfly flapping its wings on the window has long since disappeared.

Heimdall listened silently, he said very little, just listened.As if he had finally found someone he could talk to freely, Draco poured out all he wanted to say, wanted to say, and could say.The students of each college, the professors of each subject, the situation during class, and the interesting things in the school, such as the stairs that change at any time, various ghosts, the forbidden forest that orders students to stop, etc. Wait, to sum up, the most mentioned one is Slytherin House, and...

"Why don't you become friends with Harry Potter?" Heimdall asked when the topic came to an end.

Draco was shocked as if he was offended. He showed a look of disgust and glared, "Why did you mention that Potter again? Friends? With him?" His voice was harsh and sharp.

"In the conversation just now, you mentioned 'Potter' 78 times; 'Scarhead' 12 times; 'Harry Potter' 2 times; and 'Savior' 1 time."

Draco's expression twisted for a moment, and a look of panic appeared on his face.

Heimdall looked at him sympathetically, thought for a while and said, "Actually, being friends with Harry Potter is of great benefit to your family."

Draco looked up at him.

Heimdall continued, "Is he the savior? The title alone is enough to explain the problem. You can think about this and then talk to Malfoy first..." Under Draco's cold stare, he immediately Change your tune. "Then have a good talk with uncle, and I think he'll be very supportive."

Draco remained silent, and after a long silence, he said flatly: "I only have you, Lige, in this world, and that's enough."

Heimdall sighed inwardly, but said nothing more.Change is easier said than done.