HP's Foreign Land

"Who allowed you to come in?! I remember telling you very clearly yesterday that today this kitchen is under my management, and idlers are not allowed to enter! I only accept the help of house elves! Are you house elves?"

Molly, Mrs. Weasley stood at the kitchen door and frowned fiercely at them. In the hearts of some housewives, the kitchen is sacred and inviolable. Pots and pans are her wealth, and oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are her children.The placement of each bowl and the arrangement of each bottle of pepper powder are exquisite. After careful arrangement by the housewives, even the angle of pouring the spices is regular.

When people who know nothing about cooking walk into the kitchen, housewives feel that their privacy will be peeped into, and their children will be abducted by people with ulterior motives.

Molly's undisguised rage said it all right now, her red hair and the bright dress she wore just for the day set her on fire.

Sirius and Harry were in a hurry like children who have done something wrong. They didn't dare to argue with Molly at this moment. The most sensible thing was to bow their heads and admit their mistakes, and slipped away with their tails between their legs.

Sirius remembered clearly that once he went into the kitchen and touched a peeled apple that Molly was going to use to make apple pie, and she actually commanded the kitchen knife to chase him down. Sirius was so scared that he almost swallowed the core of the apple.

Under Molly's gaze, Sirius followed Harry with the bottle in his arms, walked towards the door with lowered eyebrows, and heard her say when passing by Molly: "Take those rags away, the kitchen should be tidy, The rubbish shouldn't be left behind."

Sirius grunted, drew his wand, turned and waved it at the pile of torn packages.The garbage was not cleaned up, and there was a piercing sound, like plastic paper being pulled by the paws of a wild cat.The pile of rubbish was messier than before, and spread over a larger area.Golden powder floats like snowflakes in the kitchen, and thin ribbons swirl to cover bacon and leg of lamb.

Molly's eyes twitched.

Harry glanced sideways at Sirius, who looked embarrassed.

Sirius tried a few more times, and the bacon and leg of lamb went up and down in the kitchen, but the ribbon was solidified like a layer of wax.The gold powder was thrown up all over the sky along with the leg of lamb, and the whole kitchen was instantly extravagant and shining.

Sirius did not move, and Harry moved away, away from the godfather, away from the expressionless Mrs Weasley.If he could, he would run away, but Harry was an honest boy, and he didn't have the heart to kill his friends.

Just as Molly stretched out her hand to say something, Sirius grabbed Harry's wrist and walked away quickly.

"I'm sorry, Molly, the shop is too small, so I have to come to the kitchen."

They went back to the teahouse in front, and the teenagers who were invited by Harry were in the fog. Guess, guess, guess, guess.

A teenager Heimdall didn't know pulled his arm vigorously, emphasizing that he knew him.Heimdall was sure that the two had no impression of each other.The young man racked his brains to think about a lot of surnames, but he just couldn't match them.Heimdall is a foreigner. Even if he guessed all the surnames in England, he couldn't find the correct answer, but Heimdall didn't want to remind him at all.

"You guys know each other?" For the sake of his schoolmates, Harry walked over to save the poor clueless Hufflepuff.

The teenager opened his mouth, and then shook his head with a blushing face. The surrounding area was filled with thick fog, so his shameful ejaculation was not obvious.

"This is Heimdall Strulusson." Harry introduced to his classmates.

"Sturluson?" repeated the Hufflepuff.

"I've been to Hogwarts twice, and I stayed there for a long time the second time. Maybe we met back then." Heimdall said seriously.

Hufflepuff found a random reason and disappeared into the fog.

"Maybe he does know you," Harry said sympathetically.

Heimdall gave him a look that Harry found irritating for no reason.

"What's going on?" Harry decided to ask.

"He didn't know me, or he wouldn't have remembered who I was without your introduction."

"but he……"

Heimdall hesitated, "...he is trying to get my attention."

Harry didn't understand it at first, but after a while, so long that Heimdall forgot about it, Harry finally got it.He grabbed Heimdall and said in surprise, "He wants to hook you up?"

Heimdall sighed, "It's good to understand this kind of thing, and you don't need to ask me to confirm it."

Harry was embarrassed, "He really wants to hook you up?"

"Not necessarily, maybe I'm being sentimental."

There is nothing careless about this kind of thing, just like a man flirting with a woman, it's the same thing between men and men.Sometimes if you don't take the initiative to attack, maybe the next second will be another corner. It is logical and natural that the same sex is no better than the opposite sex. It is not easy to find a long-term partner to settle down.

"He has a girlfriend, and that girl has some friendship with Hermione." Harry felt that this incident had a big impact on him.

Heimdall shrugged and said nothing.

From then on, Harry always looked at the boy with some inexplicable emotion, which made Hufflepuff confused and couldn't figure out what offended Potter.

Closer to home.

Someone screamed as the birthday cake was rolled out, sounding like the wacky Weasley twins.The dense fog obscured everyone's vision, and many children heard strange buzzing noises, and short fires lit up in the fog one after another. As the frequency of the fires flickered increased, some children couldn't help feeling panic.

Immediately afterwards, the star-like bright spots flooded like fireflies in the fog, instantly dispelling the fog and making people's eyes bright. The space centered on the birthday cake was clearly displayed in front of everyone's eyes, while other places were still blurred.

Everyone couldn't help walking towards the three-storey birthday cake, and was amazed at its size and exquisiteness.

The magically transformed miniature Hungarian Horntail lit all the candles, and Harry was pushed by Ron to the cake.

The guests applauded and wished him a happy birthday.

Harry smiled shyly, his beautiful green eyes glowing like jewels.

"Happy birthday, honey."

Molly kissed Harry on the cheek, Sirius kissed him too, and Harry was surrounded by friends and family, receiving everyone's blessing.

The colorful ribbons sprayed out around the cake, which was so dazzling that people were dazzled. Countless magic fireworks surrounded Harry, making happy birthday together.

Pleasant screams continued at the scene, and everyone laughed like crazy.

Draco remained expressionless, watching from a distance like an outsider.

Pansy, who obviously prefers to be lively, was by his side without saying a word, watching silently with him.

"Eat or not?"

Draco saw a plate being handed over with a piece of cake lying on it.

Draco was speechless to his cousin with puffy cheeks, "...have you already eaten?"

"If you don't even eat cakes, you're going to die?!" Director Strulusson said as a matter of course. "It tastes good..." he said vaguely. "Do you want to try it?"

Delal shook his head with a thankful and insensitive look.

"I don't eat cake for my birthday, and I don't eat cake for someone else's birthday."

"Why?" Heimdall was surprised.

Pansy is a little girl, and desserts are more attractive to her, so she accepted Heimdall's kindness.

"The birthday cakes in our family are all made by house elves. They are more cautious and start work a month in advance, so that they can be modified many times to meet the owner's satisfaction. I was thinking just now, such a big cake, the house elves How long has the elf been doing..."

Pansy spat out the cake in her mouth onto the plate with a puff, and the whole cake was ruined.

Heimdall didn't feel much at first, but she vomited and disgusted.

"I heard from Ron that the cake was ordered outside." Heimdall could only put the plate on the table next to him, and shook his hand at the apologetic Pansy.

"It's even more unclear outside, it's possible for half a year."

Heimdall and Pansy looked at each other and decided to forget about the cake.

When Director Sturlusson saw those excited babies grabbing cakes and throwing them at others, his eggs hurt.

When the party came to an end, the whole Madam Puddife Teahouse was in a mess, there were cake residues everywhere, oily hanging in every corner of the room, walls, floors, tables and chairs, even the ceiling was not spared.The golden little angels hid behind the balloons in panic. When the atmosphere was the most enthusiastic, they quickly escaped from the room. Unfortunately, some of them were still covered with cream.

Every child who came out of the teahouse had a face covered with cream, and left happily together under the strange eyes of passers-by.

Heimdall carefully stepped across a large pool of paste whose colors could not be distinguished, came to the door, and looked back. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could imagine the surprise of the proprietress when the house was empty. Like screaming.

"Rig." Sirius rushed to stop him. "Are you going to have something to do later?"

Heimdall didn't answer directly, but took out his pocket watch to check the time. It was still early, and the sun wasn't even going down.

"What's the matter?" He looked at Sirius.

"I want to take you to meet someone."

Heimdall blinked.

Sirius shook his head, "I can't tell you."

Heimdall rubbed his nose, "Okay then, I'll let Draco wait for me, will he be back in a while?"

In fact, Sirius wanted to stay with him for one night, but after hearing what he said, he had no choice but to put his thoughts aside.

"Let him go to Honey Duke for a while, there are a lot of new products in the store."

Heimdall turned to Draco.

Draco glanced at Sirius who was standing not far away in surprise, then nodded.

"Don't worry, we're still on summer vacation anyway."

Heimdall is envious and jealous, I have to get up early tomorrow.

"I will let the king follow you."

"Don't, I don't want to be stopped outside Honeydukes." Draco didn't think it was a good idea.

"I'll be with Draco so he won't feel lonely." Pansy held Draco's arm tightly.

"You can go back," Draco said firmly to her.

Pansy turned a deaf ear and dragged him around in a circle.

"I heard that the Literati House has released several new colored parchment papers. Let's take a look later."

"Go to yourself!"

"You said just now that you wanted to buy new parchment."

"...don't hold it so tightly!"

"Then you grab me."

"..."

Watching them go away, Heimdall couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

Sirius waited for Draco and Pansy to disappear around the corner before leaning over.

"Let's go."

"where to?"

Sirius took out a piece of parchment with writing on it, and presented it to Heimdall.

Heimdall glanced at the string of English above, and couldn't help being surprised.It said No. 12, Grimmauld Place and its specific address. Heimdall knew what it was, and looked at Sirius in disbelief.

"This should be very important." Heimdall said hesitantly.

Sirius put the paper away.

"It's the old house of the Black family. I live there now. Although I don't like it very much, I can't leave due to various reasons. I want to find another place to settle down after Harry graduates. Of course , the premise is that if I am still alive at that time."

"...Why are you telling me this?"

Sirius smiled and held out his arm to him, an invitation to Apparate.

Heimdall remained motionless.

Sirius raised his arm very patiently, and finally, Heimdall shook his head and put his hand up.

Heimdall is no stranger to their reappearance, near King's Cross station in London.

"The station is about 12 minutes away from No. 10, Grimmauld Place," before he finished speaking, a car whizzed past not far away, and Sirius looked away. "About 10 minutes on foot."

Walking along the streets behind Sirius, passing by Muggles who are habitually ignored or wizards who always seem to be in a hurry, this road makes the boundaries blurred, and Heimdall feels more and more consciously Take him to familiarize himself with the environment.but why?

After more than 20 minutes, they came to Grimmauld Square. After witnessing the magical extension of No. 11 from No. 13 to No. 12, Heimdall had the urge to run away, and he didn't want to go in.

Sirius decisively blocked the retreat, he stood in front of the dilapidated stone steps, with a black door with mottled paint behind him, and introduced in a flat tone that was completely opposite to his pride and excitement, "Welcome to No. 12, Grimmauld Place. "

There is a very strange smell in the foyer, like opening a bottle of moldy and spoiled strawberry jam, it is not very obvious, when you think it is an illusion, it will appear again, unceremoniously breaking your self-righteousness.Just when Heimdall's attention was attracted by a large ornately decorated table near the entrance, Sirius closed the door forcefully.

His move is quite unwise in No. 12 Grimmauld Place. All wizards who are familiar with this place will complain about his recklessness. Out of the meat pad, Sirius did the opposite today.

It's a pity that Chief Sturluson knows nothing about this.

Heimdall was taken aback when a hoarse scream erupted from behind the two rag-like curtains, and was dumbfounded when those dark portraits screamed desperately one after another.

He looked at Sirius blankly and horrified, there was no other emotion on the latter's face except numbness and helplessness.

"Call it, you won't regret scaring people away." Sirius murmured, and those portraits certainly wouldn't be calmed down by it.

"What's going on?" Heimdall resisted the urge to cover his ears, hoping Sirius could make out what he was talking about in the noise.

"The old lady has a bad temper."

old lady?

"My mother."

When facing Heimdall, Sirius' description of the Blacks would not take too much personal color, always understating as much as possible.Subconsciously, Sirius didn't regard Heimdall and Harry as the same person. He could spit out bitterness to Harry unscrupulously, pouring out all kinds of conflicts between him and his family, as well as those crazy attachments that he thought he couldn't understand for a lifetime.Harry seemed like a continuation of his youth, and he thought Harry would understand him, just like Harry's parents did.But Heimdall was different, so he would never say that to Heimdall.

"I wanted to throw these portraits away, but they were permanently affixed and couldn't be removed, so I had to keep them hanging there," Sirius said.

Thinking of his seemingly deliberate behavior just now, Heimdall asked puzzled, "Why did you provoke her?"

"I need to talk to her. I can't see the portrait I want to see without pissing off the portrait in the foyer."

Heimdall didn't quite understand, and Sirius didn't explain further, but led him around the first floor.The first thing you see when you walk into the restaurant is a cupboard with a very simple color and style, which contains small pots and pans.

"These things are managed by Molly now, and she puts all the things in place." Sirius reached out to touch the door of the cupboard, but suddenly withdrew his hand after thinking of something. "It used to contain the porcelain, silverware and other items with the Black family crest and inscription on them. I lost them when I came back, and Kreacher picked them up secretly. You can ask Kreacher for them in the future. He is very clear about these things. .”

Heimdall paused, what do you mean? !

On the wall leading to the second floor is a row of heads, not deer, not bears, not foxes, not wild boars, but a row of old house-elf heads, which are crumpled and stuck to the wall.

He had heard of this "tradition" of the Black family before, and the shock he saw with his own eyes is hard to describe in words.Heimdall climbed the stairs close to the other side of the stairs, far away from the wall.

"Kreacher's goal in life is to hang his head on this wall after he dies." Sirius raised the corner of his mouth.

Not sure if he was joking, Heimdall pretended to be deaf and dumb.

The second floor has a living room with a slender shape and a high ceiling, giving it a large space.On this floor, Heimdall saw the family tree tapestry of the Black family, which covered an entire wall.According to Sirius, if it weren't for the Permanent Sticking Charm, he would have ripped off this blanket and thrown it away.

Although Sirius didn't judge his family very much in front of Heimdall, he didn't hide his dislike for the family either.

"I'm pretty unpopular at home," Sirius said.

The rooms of Harry, Ron and others were distributed on the third and fourth floors, and it was inconvenient to visit. Heimdall followed Sirius and continued to walk up.The entire visit process has been carried out here, and it doesn't take long, almost like watching flowers on horseback.

The question mark in Heimdall's heart was getting bigger and bigger. He couldn't figure out why Mr. Black brought him here, and he had to risk leaking the news.No. 12 Grimmauld Place is a secret place, and Mr. Black, who owns it, is not the secret keeper of the place, which shows the importance of this property.

They went up another level.

Sirius led him to a door. The carvings on the door were broken and incomplete, and thick dust accumulated in the hollow. The noise made when Sirius turned the doorknob was like two pieces of rusted metal rubbing against each other. Sharp and harsh.

Sirius pushed open the door, and it was a wide and tall room with matching furniture, cabinets, dressing table, four-poster bed, etc. The small door next to the wardrobe led to the bathroom.Judging from the layout of the entire room and the decoration of the carved beams and paintings, it may have been beautiful when the original owner lived here, but now it is dark and dilapidated like a haunted house.The curtains were as moth-eaten as cloth strips, and the carpets couldn't be seen, and they were uneven when stepped on.The patterned grooves of the wall covering are full of black dirt, the chandelier hangs loosely above the head, as if it will fall freely in the next second, and there are spider webs everywhere.

Sirius strode forward and forcefully lifted the dark green velvet curtain on the side of the four-poster double bed against the wall, on which Blake's pattern was embroidered with gold thread.The curtain was overwhelmed and fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Sirius coughed, took a step back, and looked up behind the curtain, where a portrait hung.A lady in her forties, dressed gorgeously and with a yellow complexion, was staring at Sirius with gloomy eyes at this moment.

"Hello, mother."

The woman said nothing.

Sirius seemed to be very happy about this situation, "Only in this way can I talk to you calmly."

The woman's complexion was very ugly, and her sallow complexion was a bit shocking.

Could she not speak?Heimdall couldn't help guessing.

"I'm bringing you a person. You must have known it from the portrait in the hall. This should be the reason why you are finally willing to meet me. After all, your portrait is usually empty."

Sirius brought Heimdall to the portrait, and the lady in the painting glanced over immediately, with sharp eyes that made people feel uncomfortable.

"This is Rieger, my son. I don't know if you have heard, but his mother is from the Malfoy family. Malfoy, do you still have any impression? That is a family that pursues pure blood, yes, just like our family , Of course, it must not be as pure as ours, the Black family will always be pure."

Heimdall bit his lower lip. Mr. Black could be very sharp if he wanted to.

The woman's eyes were full of eagerness.

"What I want to tell you is that there is no need for you to use Kreacher to command those wizards who are still obedient to the Black family. It is absolutely unnecessary. I know what you are worried about," Sirius said as if facing a stranger. "I can assure you that I have no interest in the Black property, so I will not pass it on to anyone, including anyone you fear."

Hearing this, Heimdall would be a fool if he didn't understand.

"Blake..."

Sirius interrupted him, and said directly to Mrs. Black's portrait: "I will leave everything in the Black family to Rigg, and I will not leave a copper Knut myself."

The woman's gaze became even hotter.

"But it's a pity, his surname is Sturlusson, that is to say, everything in the Black family will eventually become the savings of the Sturlusson family." After finishing speaking, the corners of Sirius' mouth twitched happily, laughing in the dilapidated room echoes continuously.

Mrs. Black's eyes widened fiercely.

The author has something to say: I would like to introduce to those who are not familiar with the original work of HP, the secret keeper is the person who uses the "charm of loyalty and loyalty" to seal other people's secrets in his own soul.

A wizard's house usually has a secret keeper, that is, your address is not public, of course, you can make it public.Usually, one's own house is kept secret by oneself, which is the same as having one's own key.Unless the confidentiality person voluntarily leaked it, he would not find that place.

To name a few, the Burrow's Secret Keeper is Arthur Weasley; the Secret Keeper of Shell Cottage is Bill, where Bill and Fleur live after their marriage; the Secret Keeper of Kroom's Rhodope Manor is Vidin, that is, Bernik's father; the keeper of the ancestral home of Sturlusson in Iceland is Elder Bjorn; the keeper of the ancestral home of Sturlusson in England is Snow; the keeper of Rommel's house in Finland It was himself, and so on.In the future, when Li Xiaoge and Wei Xiaoduo have their own home, Li Xiaoge or Wei Xiaoduo will become the secret keeper of that home.

The Secret Keeper at 12 Grimmauld Place, where the Order of the Phoenix is ​​headquartered, is Dumbledore.