HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 8 Sequelae of Traffic Accidents

This morning, Heimdall said at the dinner table: "Mrs. Weasley, I want to go out for a while today, can Ron accompany me?"

"Okay, anyway, our family Ron has nothing to do all day long, so it's good to go out with you." Molly said casually, "Where are you going?"

"The old house of the Struluson family."

Mrs. Weasley blinked, looking surprised.After a while, she regained her strength. "That... I mean it's still there at Stulupine Manor? No, it's not, um, it still works... oh--" Molly stomped anxiously as she couldn't find a suitable, non-injured human adjective.

Heimdall continued understandingly, "You mean the ghost cemetery rumored by the outside world?"

Ron's eyes widened, probably thinking of something.

Ginny listened so intently that she forgot to put food in her mouth.

Luna also had a face full of concentration, which was the complete opposite of her usual obsession.

The corners of Heimdall's eyes twitched: Is it known to all women and children?

Molly decided to drop the subject, and said solemnly, "Then good luck to you, children."

Ron's face turned blue unnaturally because of these words.

Heimdall wanted to tell her: ma'am, we're just visiting an old house, not fighting You-Know-Who!

After dinner, Ron stood in front of the fireplace and stared at a certain boy uneasily.He swallowed his throat and said, "Okay, I'm ready and I can go."

"Leaving? Where are you going?"

"Aren't you going to your old house? Have you changed your mind?" He wished this was the case.

"No, of course we are going." Heimdall smiled at him maliciously, as if telling him: Little Ronnie, stop wishful thinking.

Ron blushed and scratched his nose uncomfortably, "We don't use the Floo network? It's impossible to apparate, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense until one of us has passed the exam of the Department of Magical Transport." Heimdall signaled him to be calm. "I'm waiting for cheese."

As soon as the words fell, Cheese appeared like a ghost, and respectfully handed over a piece of parchment.

Heimdall held the paper up to the red-haired boy's eyes.

The red-haired boy looked at the row of sloppy handwriting on it, and suddenly reacted.The person who wrote this line must be the secret keeper of the Sturluson Manor.

"Okay, I'm optimistic. Then?"

Holding the parchment, Heimdall turned around and said, "Come out, or I'll burn it right now."

Ginny rushed out from the corner and snatched the paper, then dragged Luna to read it together.

Ron pointed at them and yelled, "Aren't you going too? Mom will be angry!"

Ginny immediately raised her head and said, "Mom has agreed."

"Let me first declare that we are not going into the dragon's den and tiger's lair. Do you understand what I mean? Mr. Weasley. And you, Miss Weasley." After the red-haired siblings nodded shyly, Heimdall continued, " The old Sturluson house is not connected to the Floo network. Apparation can only throw us outside the house... Well, somewhere, trust me, you don't want to experience that feeling. And we can't Use magic. So, ladies and gentlemen, get out your broomsticks."

"Riding a broom?"

"you will not?"

"Of course I can ride a broom!"

Heimdall patted him on the back, and said with an extremely hopeful and sighing expression, "There was once a wizard who flew to the moon on a Sweeping No. 6. Dear friends, this incident tells us that the potential of magicians is infinite, and the possibilities with the broom are endless."

"Really?" A tone of obvious disbelief. "Where did you hear that?"

"There is a new guest in your family."

In the name of Merlin!Ron made a decisive decision: This is definitely a fabrication!

The Weasleys had only one household broom, and since Heimdall gave the twins two Nimbus, they kept the original Sweep 5.Two brooms and four children, so two people must ride one together.Ron was the first to stand up for distribution, and he authoritatively assigned Heimdall to take Ginny, and himself and Luna to ride.

As a result, when he was on the road, he realized that the person riding the broom over there turned out to be his younger sister, and Rigg, who was a man, became an incidental item instead.

"You can't ride?" Ron glared at him and screamed. "I knew I was here to take you!"

"I know how to ride, but I just don't like it very much." The old god Heimdall said, "Even if you exchange, can you rest assured that Ginny and Luna can ride a broomstick?"

Ron choked, curling his lips helplessly.

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Heck!

Heimdall tapped his forehead hard, the mess at the scene made him uneasy.He walked quickly to Ginny and helped her up. Although the little girl was in a mess, fortunately she didn't suffer too much damage.The problem is the other side...

He turned around and saw that the platinum boy had stood up while holding onto the tree trunk, his face was scratched in many places, and the high-grade fabric on his body had lost its brilliance and looked filthy.Heimdall noticed that he frowned, it seemed that he was injured somewhere.

"Merlin! What happened? Oh, I read that right, Ginny!" Ron's high-pitched voice came from the sky. After a while, he lowered his broom and ran towards his sister immediately.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault." Heimdall stood up to face the mistake, "I shouldn't suggest her to take a temporary detour..."

"She does know how to ride a broom, but she learned it all by herself. She's only nine! How can you do that?!" Ron yelled at Heimdall uncontrollably, out of control for his sister.

Ginny wanted to say something, but her brother's terrifying eyes made her lose her ability to speak.

"If I can let your mouth rest for a while, I will praise Merlin from the bottom of my heart." The cold and mean words floated over, mixed with sarcasm. "Ah, red hair, approachable clothes... from the Weasley family." The platinum boy squinted his eyes and looked up and down in disgust, and couldn't help smirking, "I still like to yell when I encounter everything. Is it the characteristic of poor ghosts?"

Ron's face flushed instantly.

Seeing that he was about to fight, Heimdall desperately grabbed Ron. "Sending Ginny back is the most important thing."

Fortunately, Ron was not overwhelmed by his anger. He turned around and helped Ginny up, and the two rode on the broom together.

Luna picked up another Sweeping 5 that was intact on the ground, shrugged and said, "What a pity."

Heimdall understood what she meant. "There will be a chance."

The blond girl smiled kindly at him, "It's not all your fault, don't take it to heart."

Heimdall was a little surprised, then nodded. "Thank you, it made me feel better when you said that."

Ron glanced at him in the sky, moved his mouth, and finally flew away without saying a word.Luna followed closely behind.

Heimdall glanced at the platinum boy's broom, it should still be usable, and said, "I'll take Master Malfoy home."

"My name is Draco." The boy added two words uncomfortably: "Rig."

"You still remember my name, the villain is very frightened."

"Don't talk like that! Master Sturluson!"

Heimdall was surprised by his sudden outburst, and at the same time felt sad for himself—why do people always show me embarrassment recently!

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The gold-painted carved hollow tray, the exquisite and gorgeous hand-made porcelain, and the tempting fragrance wafting from the cup make people salivate.Comfortable sofas, carpets with excellent foot feel, and expensive furnishings with various postures... Carved beams and painted buildings, excellence is like a palace.

Heimdall didn't want to come in at all, and he was already placed in this room before he could react.During this period, he searched his brains to find an excuse to leave, but unfortunately the charming woman across from him didn't give him a chance to show himself.

Narcissa Black Malfoy.The mistress of Malfoy Manor, Draco's mother, the woman he should call his aunt, was smiling serenely at the moment.Heimdall once again lamented that he had a more "decent" surname, otherwise the hostess would never be so condescending, especially since he almost broke the arm of the future head of their family.

The door of the room opened suddenly, and Draco walked in, his injured arm was blocked by the wide sleeve of the flowing silk robe, he couldn't see what was going on, except for his pale face, everything seemed normal.He quickly walked to the sofa, losing his usual calmness and a little restlessness in his steps.

Narcissa blinked at her son's rare gaffe, then relieved.This new guest had already won her tacit approval and admiration, and the boy had a noble status comparable to that of the Malfoys, and she was certainly happy to see their friendship come to fruition.It was that weird and abrupt hair color... She immediately shook off this insignificant little regret.Today's magic world is full of lowly people and traitors with corrupt bloodlines. Ancient families with high dignity are very rare. Such exchanges should be maintained and continued.This benefits both parties.

Narcissa stood up slowly and said to her son, "Honey, if you can, ask your friend to stay for dinner. It would be rude to let him go. I think your father will be very happy."

Before she left, Draco kissed her on the cheek, "Okay, Mother, I'll do my best."

The door closed behind her.

For a moment, Heimdall wanted to rush out the door after her. God knows, the atmosphere in the manor made him breathless.

Draco stretched his legs and sat across from Heimdall, leaned against the armrest and said, "This tea tastes good."

"Thank you, I don't like tea."

"dessert?"

"Thank you, no need."

The future Patriarch stared at him with gloomy eyes, and he lazily said, "Then tell me, what else is there."

Heimdall curled his lips, "Maybe it's rude, but my ancestors taught me to be a wizard who dares to speak: everything here makes me unbearable."

Unexpectedly, Draco chuckled. "I'm so glad we have something in common." There is a hint of depression under the laughter, which is the inescapable helplessness brought about by the prefix "noble" attached to the surname at the top of the pyramid.

A dark mood swing.

Heimdall frowned. "The hell of the living does not exist unless man makes it."

"Sounds reasonable." Draco's eyes lit up, and the light gray eyes burst into a sharp light. "What if I'm already in it?"

Is this a question a 10 year old should be asking?Heimdall sighed, "Facing 'hell', there are only two choices: obey it until you become a part of it; or, create heaven."

Draco's expression was very serious, as if it had been a century, and he asked, "How do you choose?"

"That's not necessary." Heimdall shook his head lightly, his lips curled up happily, "I live in the world every moment."