HP's Foreign Land

In Heimdall's view, the short life of Jolf Sijn Strulusson is simply a new version of "Les Miserables", which is even more unlucky than the British savior Mr. Harry Potter, and he hastened to add Last sentence: I'm sorry, Harry, I didn't mean it, I just couldn't find another reference object for a while.

Little Yolf has never seen his mother since he was born, because his mother was diagnosed with severe mental disorders, suffering from postpartum depression-like symptoms, agitated and even aggressive, not suitable for raising children, so she had to stay in bed every day to recuperate.There were regular staff to take care of him, and he was not allowed to see outsiders. Little Yolf was allowed to meet his mother when he was four years old. He stood outside the door and knocked on the door.

He didn't speak, although he wanted to say "Mother, I'm Jolf", but he found he couldn't because he couldn't speak.

That time, he didn't get any reply.

Two years later, their mother died of illness, and they still could not see each other.

Jolf saw his mother's face, heard his mother's voice, and it was through his mother's portrait that the house-elf who served him secretly took him to the gallery, where he stayed for the night.

The next day, the portrait was gone, the gallery was gone, and the house-elf was gone.

Little Yolf suddenly discovered that as long as there was a change in him, there would be an unusual change around him, and it was an unusual change that he didn't want to see.So he learned to be quiet and withdrawn, learned to ignore others, worked hard to read, and started to read from the simplest books. With the accumulation of reading day by day, he found that his memory was very good, so he devoted himself to reading. Let him forget the unpleasantness of reality.

He forced himself to draw circles and distance himself from everyone. The result of doing so was arrogance, unkind judgments, and suffocating loneliness. He needed a way to solve these problems, and now he found it. --Book.

The doctor who had been responsible for guiding him to speak was completely rejected, and this situation did not ease until he was about to start his school career.

His father, who has always been indifferent to him, needs a son who can speak and go to Durmstrang College. Judge Sturluson can't afford to lose this man. He needs a "normal" son.

Jolf's father, Osgrim Sturluson, was a respected judge at the International Wizengamot.His business ability is impeccable, and he is almost demanding in his work, without making any mistakes, just like a precision clock, even the second hand is extremely accurate.

His superiors appreciate him, and his subordinates respect him. Judge Jin Tianping, who is praised by everyone in IW, has received numerous honors. He is an outstanding graduate of Durmstrang College, an international Wizengamo judge Jin Tianping, and the youngest judge in history. Rotating chief, winner of the Imhotep Medical Contribution Award and so on and so forth.

But this great figure in everyone's eyes hated his son so much that he didn't even want to look at him.

"He's sick," Heimdall sighed. "Judge Jin Tianping has a serious mental illness. He has made some achievements in the medical field. He has the ability to save lives and heal the wounded, but he can't heal himself. He hates himself. He hates the blood of magical creatures in his body. He denies his own origin and even Deny blood, deny family, deny everything, even wife and son, because those are a pair of disgusting magical creatures."

For this dream, Victor didn't want to recall too much. Although what he saw was Vasilyevich's life, it could indirectly reflect the life of Jolf Sien Sturluson. Ivan was a lover, so a large part of the later memories overlapped.

Heimdall smiled mockingly, "There is nothing more chilling than indifference."

"You seem very angry. Aren't you unwilling to have something to do with Yolf?" Victor put a glass of vegetable juice to his mouth.

"Hmm! What is this?! Poison?" Heimdall almost spat out.

"Pumpkin and celery juice, baby, please drink this glass of 'poison'." Victor did not budge.

"You know, you are like my dad sometimes." Then he emphasized, "But dad will never force me to eat this!"

"Believe me, Rommel will definitely do this, but he has no chance." Victor smiled. "I'm very happy about this." He reached into Heimdall's clothes and leaned over to lick Heimdall's earlobe. "Dad would do this to you? If so, I'll kill him!"

Heimdall drank pumpkin and vegetable juice quietly, and the malicious hand in his clothes made his scalp tingle, "Please don't create a shadow for me, thank you."

"By the way, where were we talking?" Changing the subject can sometimes seem deliberate, but it works.

Victor backed away a little. "We're talking about Jolf."

"Yes, Yolf." After a pause, "Can you take your hand out?"

Victor smiled at him.

"That's good, keep still, I'll be in a hurry with whoever tells you to take out your hand!" Heimdall yelled cowardly for a while, and then said sincerely and expectantly: "How about we continue talking about Jolf?"

"very good."

"There is a saying that 'a friend is another self'. I think Yolf is a friend. 'Another self' does not mean that he is himself. The two cannot be equated, right?"

Victor smiled and said, "Continue."

"Forced to watch a movie called 'Jorph's life', forced to know everything about him, forced to be equated, forced to share his secrets, even though it made me unhappy. "As the saying goes, you get used to being raped.

"So you decided to put him in the 'friend' category? A friend is an alter ego?"

"I know his childhood life well, know how he spent his schooling career, witnessed the whole process of his meeting and falling in love with the principal, discovered the change in his mood, and saw his death. Isn't that enough? ?Although it is unbelievable, but he is a person who really existed, not my fantasy." Heimdall pursed his lips, "By the way, even the sex is shared with me, I think even the family members do it Not up to this point?"

Having said that, Heimdall nodded with certainty, "Jorph is my good friend."

"You chose the International Wizengamot for this reason to a certain extent? IW can work part-time. You entered IW while retaining the right to choose the future. What do you want to help Jolf prove? Or help him Witness what?"

"I don't know..." Heimdall shook his head with a hint of bewilderment on his face. "Yorf worshiped his father when he was a child. Just like thousands of little boys in the world, he fantasized about a heroic figure with lofty ideals and morals. , In terms of work attitude, that man is really awe-inspiring." He paused at this point, "...Maybe you are right."

Victor said, "Why did Yolf die?"

Heimdall was silent for a moment, "Why do you want to know?"

"I asked for my friend."

"... Vasilyevich?"

"Maybe he doesn't care about it, or he doesn't care about it at all, and he doesn't care about it, but I want to know."

Is this a question 400 years late?

"Jolph found out the real cause of his mother's death and went to confront his father. They had a quarrel. He didn't expect his biological father to kill him. Everything was frozen at that moment."

Victor took his hand and they walked on.

"In fact, Yolf has two younger sisters. This matter is a secret among secrets. There were few people who knew about it at the time, and no one in the family probably knows about it now."

Victor gently rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb, "I guess, half-brother?"

"Yes." Heimdall said, "According to the agreement between Strulusson and Lusalka at that time, once the patriarch marries Lusalka's wife, it means that he has made a promise for the rest of his life, even if she dies. Osgrim's lover is an ordinary person, that is, a Muggle, and his lover gave birth to Jolf in the second year after the death of Jolf's mother. A pair of twin daughters. Maybe it was God's punishment for him-deliberately murdered his wife, or it could be Lusalka's curse-he broke his promise, so it is very ironic that the twins born to him by his lover are A pair of idiots with low intelligence."

Heimdall continued, "Yorf once went to see it secretly. It was really a happy family. The father who regarded him as a waste always had a patient smile on his face when facing a pair of daughters. And even if he did No matter how good he is, no matter how excellent his grades are in school, his father never gives him a good look. At that time, Yolf suddenly realized that in his father's heart, he and his mother were superfluous."

"Jorph is the only one for Ivan," Victor pointed out.

Heimdall nodded, "That's good...well, that's good."

"Then the twins later..."

"After Osgrim died, his lover committed suicide and took his two daughters to hell."

Victor noticed that he was a little depressed, thought for a while, and said, "I have a question."

"What is it?"

"Does your friend have any thoughts on that?"

"Which aspect?"

"sex."

Heimdall was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at him, "Did you say 'sex'?"

"Is he not feeling anything?"

Heimdall said blankly, "Why do you want to know this?"

"Ask for my friend."

The friend card is so easy to play, Heimdall mused to himself.

"I don't think Headmaster Vasilyevich would be fussing about it."

Victor smiled calmly, "Unfortunately, Ivan is my friend, and I know him better than you." Then he said, "Jolph always expresses, doesn't he feel anything? Is it good or bad? Did he get it? satisfy?"

"Stop, stop, stop, I understand what you mean." Heimdall had nothing to say.

Victor waited without flinching, with a smile on his face.

"I think...it should be okay." Heimdall pursed his lips. "At least Jolf didn't show displeasure, and I feel that he is quite happy." After finishing speaking, he couldn't help thinking about it, and after a while he woke up suddenly, and glared at Victor: "How can you make me remember My friend's sex life?! Too madam...too that!" I couldn't find words to describe it for a while.

Heimdall was almost going crazy.

Victor couldn't help but shrugged innocently, "It's what you want."

Heimdalton had a fierce look in his eyes.

***

On the second day, Heimdall stepped into the scene of the second match of the European Asylum Cup Wand and Wand Knowledge Contest by himself, and the supporting role suddenly took over the role of the protagonist, because the protagonist was "hijacked" by his parents.

Before leaving school, Heimdall circled around the carriage. It was past the departure time, but Kant still didn't come. Just when he thought Kant was going to give up the second round, he ran over angrily.

Heimdall saw a distinct slap on his right cheek.

"How did this happen?"

"My mother beat me." Kant was extremely embarrassed, and the so-called family ugliness should not be publicized.

"Why did she hit you?"

"She was actually going to hit my dad. Unfortunately, I got caught when I went up to try to persuade the fight."

Heimdall didn't know what to say. Could it be that he had encountered domestic violence?

"Then today's game..."

"I can't go." Kant sighed. "It should be said that I can't go anywhere for the time being. They won't let me leave school until a satisfactory result is reached. Otherwise, I will bear the consequences. I haven't reached the age where I can take responsibility for myself without my parents."

"...Because of the graduation investigation?"

Kant didn't speak, but Heimdall knew he had guessed right.

"Sturlusson, please run for me." Kant smiled, which may have touched the sore spot, and he grinned a little.

"Myself?"

"You promised to do your best, remember?"

Heimdall rolled his eyes, "Did I say I won't go?"

So here he comes, alone.

After inquiring about the situation in the small living room, he and Kant had signed a daimyo before, no matter who among them, as long as one of them was present, it would be considered that the German school had attended the competition.

The two people in charge of signing in in the living room glanced at each other and murmured, "Today is the wand test."

Heimdall narrowed his eyes, "Is there any problem?"

"Not yet, you go in first." One of the signing duo returned the registration form to Heimdall.

After 15 minutes, Heimdall knew what today's event was, and at the same time he also understood that he could not do it alone. He was hesitating whether to ask someone in the same group to help. The non-professional group in charge of supervising today's event The examiner came over.

"Durmstrang?"

"Durmstrang Academy Wand Lab, sir." Heimdall smiled.

The examiner cleared his throat, "Heimdall Strulusson?"

"Yes."

"It seems a little troublesome for you alone today." The examiner looked at the list in his hand. "Why didn't Mr. Kant come?"

"Well...he's fighting for his future."

The examiner raised his eyebrows, and Heimdall twitched his mouth.

"Okay, I won't pursue the reason for the absence. Strulusson, tell me the truth, can you cope with today's competition alone?"

"If I say no, will you send me back directly?"

"I can only do this after you make a foul." The examiner waved his hand in a certain direction and said, "Don't worry, the competition will arrange an assistant for you."

Heimdall almost lost his composure when he saw the official "follower".

"This is Mr. Patrick Pompeii. The competition sent him to be your assistant in order to complete today's competition." The examiner introduced.

Mr. Pompey smiled faintly at Heimdall, and stretched out his right hand, "This is not the first time we have met, Mr. Sturluson."

"Yes, it's an honor." Heimdall took that hand.

Patrick Pompey, European Asylum Cup wand and wand knowledge competition, the first wand knowledge competition, examiner for the non-professional group.