HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 428 Paper Bag

After getting along with each other over the years, Heimdall has experienced Rommel's inner essence more than once. The father glanced at him just now, and he didn't dare to bet even if the father seemed to be indifferent, so And took two steps to meet him.

With a smile on his face, he scolded himself for being hypocritical and flattering.

Aberforth disappeared after noon, and the bar was left to the guests to fend for themselves, and the shopkeeper was really unrestrained.There were no house elves in the sparsely populated Pig's Head Bar. As a guest, Karkaroff brought two of them himself. Right now, one was preparing meals and drinks in the kitchen, and the other was helping to entertain the guests.

After handing over the cloak to the house elf, Rommel opened his arms to Heimdall, and the two embraced.

"Happy birthday." Rommel kissed his son on the cheek.

Heimdall thanked him with a smile, and then found that his father was wearing a particularly elegant dress today. He had seen the new style of robe in Ryan's fashion magazine. The most energetic one in the past ten years, praised by the French wizarding media, his vigorous spirit is impressive.

At that moment, Heimdall admitted that he had the urge to chase stars.

For this coloring page, he bought a magazine from Li An, and the handsome guy generously gave it to him without taking any money.After the master found out about this, he compared the magazines all morning, and then became angry all afternoon.

Although Rommel is not as tender-faced as Mr. Magic, he interprets the masculine charm hoarded by time.

There is a layer of elegant purple floating on the surface of the black fabric, just like the brilliant and ethereal aurora in the night sky. Heimdall couldn't help touching the material of the clothes with his hands, it wasn't the two layers he thought...

Rommel noticed that he had been staring at his clothes, raised his eyebrows, "Does it look good?"

"It looks good!" In order to reflect his unique insight, he answered very sonorously.

Rommel smiled.

Heimdall laughed too.

Rommel narrowed his eyes, "Don't think that I will get amnesia."

"Dad, today is my birthday." Heimdall bravely stared at him.

Rommel put on a look of shock, "Threatening me?"

"Just let me threaten you once. I can go crazy on one day in a year."

Rommel couldn't help laughing, patted his head, and said in a very gentle tone, "Okay, birthday is the biggest."

Heimdall smiled.

"Why don't you just wait one more day." Rommel smiled meaningfully, turned around and walked towards Katenen and the others.

Heimdall pouted, turned his head listlessly, and met Osam Dalton's gaze.

"Did I go to the wrong place? Are you actually someone else who looks like Rigg?" Dalton joked.

"Welcome, Uncle Dalton." Heimdall smiled and hugged him. "Please come in."

Dalton took two steps and suddenly turned around, blinking at him, "I didn't go wrong, did I? You are Rigg, right?"

Heimdall laughed and nodded.

It was Lucius who appeared next, which surprised and delighted Heimdall. At first he thought he couldn't get away, but unexpectedly he came in person.

Lucius is dressed very decently today, no, it should be said that this uncle makes himself look decent all the time, and today is no exception.

Heimdall expressed his regret that Draco couldn't come, Lucius dismissed it, it was easy for the cousins ​​to see each other now.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Heimdall couldn't help lowering his voice and said, "Draco is acting like a baby with you?"

Lucius froze for a moment, and said amusedly, "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

Heimdall asked again, "If he wanted something, what would he tell you?"

Lucius responded quickly, "What do you want?"

Heimdall hesitated for a while, and briefly explained that Lucius was originally interested in trying his skills, but after listening, he realized that there was nothing wrong with him.Rieger had already settled down in Iceland with Rommel. If he wanted to apply for a breeding certificate for a pet, he really couldn't help him. It was under the jurisdiction of the magical animal management agency of the Icelandic Ministry of Magic.

Lucius thought for a while and said, "As a father, I would prefer my son to be frank with himself instead of beating around the bush."

"You are a good father." Heimdall nodded and praised him sincerely.

Lucius seemed to be in a good mood, and made a joke for the first time: "I hope there will be this sentence when Draco reads me a eulogy in the future."

Heimdall hesitated whether he should laugh or not, the joke was really cold...

Mr. Malfoy is obviously not good at making fun of people.

Lucius straightened his face and walked towards the noisy crowd.

"Go back dear."

Snow stood at the door with an unhappy expression on his face.

Heimdall immediately happily held his hand and hugged each other affectionately, "I'm glad you can come."

"I'm also very happy to see you happy." Snow kissed Heimdall's cheek forcefully.

"For your birthday, you can justly ask others to spend money for you." Heimdall said happily.

"I only hope that you will be peaceful in your life." Snow said in a deep voice.

"……You knew already?"

"What should I know?" Snow asked slowly.

"I don't mean to contradict you on purpose. I don't regret my decision at the beginning. On the contrary, I'm very glad that I was involved and I learned a lot." Heimdall's eyes were clear, and there was a bit of stubbornness in his persistence.

"I don't want to see you risk your life to learn." Snow sighed, "The child is grown up and disobedient, and uncle is sad."

Heimdall said with a smile, "I will always be your Rig."

Snow felt hot in his heart, moved and disappointed, he put his arms around Heimdall's shoulders vigorously, and the two turned back and walked into the bar.

***

Heimdall knew that Rommel was just scaring him. In order to let him remember, the day after the birthday passed as usual.

In the afternoon, the father and son met again in the Three Broomsticks bar.

Heimdall said frankly that the cliché of the letter was to avoid burdening him, and Rommelton gave him an angry look.

"How can I think my son is a burden? I think you are a burden, so why adopt you?!"

Heimdall rubbed his nose, he must not make any noise at this time, and he must leave an impression on his father that he has changed his past.

"What are you thinking?" Rommel forced him to respond. "Don't think that you can pretend nothing happened by keeping silent."

"I'll reflect on it."

"Can you promise never to do it again?"

"No." Heimdall shook his head firmly. "But I will try to cover up the procrastination until one day I get stabbed out, and you will not be able to get angry because it took too long."

Rommel glanced at him sharply, and Heimdall didn't change his face, or tried his best to look unwavering.

"You said you would reflect on yourself," Rommel reminded him.

"What I reflect on is the regrettable way I dealt with the aftermath, or I didn't try hard to deal with it at all, I just passively waited for the result." Heimdal paused, and said, "Next time It must be improved.”

After a moment of silence, Rommel suddenly smiled, "Arrogance and self-righteousness, indeed a bit of an international Wizengamo style."

Heimdall finally failed and begged for mercy, "Don't entertain me."

"Honey, you are declaring war on your father." Rommel paused every word, without any emotion in his voice.

"No, I'm trying to challenge your intelligence agency."

"Ha!" Rommel gave a short smile and exaggeratedly raised his forehead, "Damn IW, look what you have taught my children?!"

Heimdall said with a smile, "You just think that I have entered the rebellious period."

"A rebel doesn't remind others that he is rebelling."

Heimdall nodded with a look of sudden realization, "Improve next time."

Rommel chuckled, looking very happy, raised his cup and took a sip of tea.

The two chatted for a while, when Heimdall suddenly thought of something and said, "Did you know that Durmstrang will change the professor of Charms next school year?"

Rommel put down his glass, "I've heard the gossip about this," pondered for a moment, "Could it be that you've heard something?"

"Not only did I receive the wind, but I also saw the protagonist of the wind with my own eyes." At this moment, Heimdall was surrounded by a great sense of satisfaction. He did not expect that he would also be able to provide news to his father, even though the source of the information was like a man who was ready to swallow everything at any time. The black hole, which makes him very melancholy.

Rommel did not speak, and waited for the following.

"Nero Golden," said Heimdall.

It would be a lie to say that Rommel was not surprised. A man with a city chest is good at restraining his emotions.

Heimdall stared straight at it for a while, but didn't see anything, and didn't feel any sense of accomplishment at all, so he bowed his head and went to drink tea.

Rommel smiled and said, "You're still young."

Heimdall couldn't refute this.

"Did you get to know him through Professor Katenen?" Rommel quickly came to a conclusion.

"Yes..." There were three more.Heimdall quickly analyzed why he avoided talking about the words that came to his lips, and concluded that he was hesitant towards the three fooled old men.

"What happened to Nero Golden?" Rommel said.

"Huh?" Heimdall snapped back to his senses.

"As far as I know about you, what you are interested in is never someone, but something. When you talk about someone, the purpose is to pull out something behind him, or to say something about this person. thing."

Heimdall patted his head and laughed twice, without denying it.

Rommel shook his head, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"He gave a gift on the day we met." He repeated what Golden said at the time.

Rommel said: "Escape for life is real, if there is no money, there is a question mark."

Heimdall continued, "I opened the paper bag he gave me last night, and there was a large pile of documents inside." He frowned at this point, "I don't understand."

"What do you mean you can't understand?" Rommelch asked.

"The content of the document is written in French, and I don't understand French." Heimdall was very entangled.

"Where is Krum? Where did he go at the critical moment?" The old man aimed at the target and struck with precision.

"It's too late, I let him sleep, he has an exam in two days, I don't want to bother him."

So to bother your father?Rommel's heart was sour, and he was a little emotional.

"Krum doesn't know about this?"

"do not know."

Rommel was in a slightly better mood, and reached out to take the ordinary-looking paper bag, and pulled out the thick documents inside, ordinary white paper, but the line of printed large characters occupying the center of the first page of white paper was not ordinary.

Bold, regular, revealing a businesslike old-fashioned taste.

Rommel half-closed his eyes.

"What's written on it?" Heimdall was a little impatient.

"International Evaluation and Research Institute in the Field of Magic." Rommel played that line. If those old scholars who regarded this institution as a temple saw this scene, they would definitely criticize him most severely.

Heimdall blinked in confusion, "Is that the International Magic Agency?"

Rommel nodded, "You're talking about the abbreviation of the organization for ordinary wizards. Do you know something about what this organization does?"

Heimdall shook his head in confusion, then nodded again, "I know a little bit, but what is this document for? Why did Professor Golden give it to me?"

"I took a rough look just now," Rommel said. "This document is something similar to an application form." As he spoke, he looked down at a few more pages.

Heimdall stretched his neck curiously, but retracted his neck when he saw the paper full of French.

"Application for what?"

"Magical Assessment and Certification."

Heimdall wondered, "What magic?"

"The above mentioned magic can be anything, improved, lost, or self-created. As long as you think you can do the best in the world, you can go to this institution to try your skills." Rommel raised the corner of his mouth, "The Dreamer's cradle."

"Why did Professor Golden give me this?" Heimdall was very puzzled.

"Yeah, why?" Rommel murmured. "Application forms for magic institutions are not available to ordinary people. The number of application forms is quite limited, and magic institutions control them very strictly. But once the evaluation is successful, your name will be written into the internal files of the institution. It’s hard to be famous.”

"You can become famous by writing in the archives?" Heimdall was speechless.

Rommel said: "For example, for example, your improved fluorescent flash. Suppose you pass the improved evaluation of the devil agency. From that moment on, you are the creator of this magic. Once you agree, the agency will Use various channels to introduce this magic to all parts of the world. From now on, everything related to your improved fluorescent flash will be marked with your name, and your name will likely appear in magic schools all over the world."

Heimdall was in a daze.

Rommel closed the file calmly.

After a brief silence passed.

"International Magic Field Evaluation and Research Institute?" Heimdall finished the string of awkward names word by word.

Rommel nodded.

Heimdall's cheek twitched.