HP's Foreign Land

Hina quickly moved two comfortable chairs and brought tea at the same time.

Jean Tanestam took out two parchments and handed one of them to Heimdall. "The next thing you have to do is to get all the directors to sign on it. If it succeeds, the space outside will be yours." He went to the chair and sat down, calmly reading the letter Heimdall submitted in the morning Application report.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and Heimdall felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Nearly half an hour later, Vice-Chairman Tanestam finally finished reading the reports that only took four to five minutes to read through, and looked up.

"Honesty is a virtue, but sometimes virtue doesn't work," he said.

Without waiting for Heimdall's answer, he got up and walked outside the door, facing the abandoned corridor and thinking about it.Heimdall followed closely behind, holding his breath, always paying attention to the behavior and expression of the other party, hoping to get some information from them.Mr. Vice-Chairman turned back into the room again, and unfolded the parchment roll he had brought about one meter in length and width, on which was a design drawing of the research corridor at the beginning of the construction of Durmstrang Castle.The design drawings are made very carefully, the paper surface is smooth and smooth, and the paper is compact and thick.Every headmaster of Durmstrang attaches great importance to these old items that carry the changes of the years.

Time slipped by for another half an hour. During this half hour, Tanestam visited every corner of the experimental laboratory, every wall, every window, every carving, and even the position of the gate was blocked. He checked it many times.

Heimdall finally understood that he was useless, at least until now he had nothing to do.He'd thought the vice-chairman was going to flood him with reports, or a pile of papers for his signature, or a long list of platitudes...

When Heimdall drank his sixth cup of tea, Tanestam sat back in his original position.

Hina immediately replaced him with a cup of hot tea.

Tanestam hesitated, but accepted the elf's offer and drank it down.

Heimdall noticed that his hands were very white, with well-defined knuckles.He is not as strong as he thought, on the contrary, he is tall and thin, although he is as tall as August, he is far from being as burly and strong as the captain of the school team.Heimdall also noticed that his complexion was not good, almost pale.There is often a faint tiredness slipping between the brows, and it often disappears in a flash, which is difficult to be captured by others.If it wasn't for Heimdall's constant staring because of nervousness, he wouldn't have found out.

Weird man, Heimdall thought.The first impression he gave people was that he was so majestic and fierce, overwhelming everything with his aura, and even gave people a false impression.No matter how sick and weak a lion is, it has three points of domineering, which probably means this.

Jean Tanestam took out his pocket watch, and when he raised his head again, he said, "It's almost there, let's go."

The pod lying at Heimdall's feet jumped up and jumped onto his shoulder, looking ready to go.

***

Mr. Vice-Chairman is relatively democratic, because when he left the experimental laboratory, he asked Heimdall if he had an idea. When Heimdall answered no, he turned around and walked ahead.

Heimdall guessed he might prefer to call the shots.

The first target selected by Vice-Chairman Tanestam was the [Potion Bottle Design Research Laboratory], which was located in the third room from the beginning of the corridor of the laboratory, and both the participants and the results were quite satisfactory.No major mistakes have been made, and no special contributions to the school have been made.In the minds of the students, it is also dispensable.The number of participants in this laboratory is also very small, currently only 9 members.

It can be seen that the arrival of Tanestam made the members of the laboratory very nervous. They jumped up from their chairs as soon as they saw him, and they all cowered like frightened birds.

A black-haired student came out from inside. He was relatively short, and like the others, his complexion was not very good-looking.Heimdall guessed that he might be the person in charge here. "What's the matter with you?" he said cautiously.

"The student union should have already conveyed it." Tanestam reminded him.

Another student walked up to the dean with an envelope and whispered something.An embarrassing blush immediately appeared on the face of the head of the office. He hurriedly took the envelope and opened it to read. After that, his face quickly returned to normal, and he let out a deep breath as if he was relieved.

Tanestam looked down at the time again, and frowned slightly displeased. "Your answer." He said straight to the point.

"This... this is too sudden..." the head of the room said dawdly. "Can you give me some time to think about it?"

"The student union gave you countless times to think about it, but none of the results were satisfactory." Tanestam said bluntly. "We trusted you again last semester, but the design you called an 'unprecedented perfect masterpiece' did not bring anything to the school. On the contrary, we paid a lot of extra money. Chairman Dias has already This is quite impatient.”

"It's not my fault!" the head of the room screamed, and Heimdall was taken aback. "It's those people who don't know how to appreciate it. Our design is absolutely flawless, and those ordinary people can't understand our design concept at all!" Heimdall is short but has an unparalleled lung capacity. It took a long time for Heimdall to hold back his hand. Cover your ears.

"But none of those things were sold!" Tanestam said without changing his face.

The head of the potion bottle design and research office copied the glass bottle at hand and wanted to smash it on the ground. Seeing this, the other eight people rushed forward to snatch it, and the scene fell into chaos for a while.

A bottle slipped to Heimdall's feet, and he bent down to pick it up. The whole potion bottle was crystal clear, slender and graceful, with round and cold tentacles, and felt very good in the hand. Fine is not easy.

I heard that besides participating in the design awards held in various places, the most important thing for design research laboratories is to carry forward to the outside world.The Potion Bottle Design Lab is nothing more than that.Every semester, in the name of the school, they sell their design concepts to potion manufacturing companies, private traders, potion researchers, etc. all over the world.Durmstrang has produced several outstanding figures in this field, and has been active in the design industry after graduation. It is said that the limelight was very strong back then.

It's a pity that there have been no similar talents in recent years, so that the potion bottle design and research room is getting worse and harder every year.

"... very beautiful." Heimdall muttered to himself.

The head of the room suddenly stopped his crazy behavior, rushed to Heimdall in three steps at a time, snatched the bottle from his hand, and threw it away indifferently, and then, the cracking sound rang in everyone's ears .

"It doesn't work at all, it doesn't work!" the head of the room growled, with a humiliated expression. "That's rubbish, that's the design." He picked up another bottle on the table and forced it into Heimdall's hands.

Heimdall looked at the one in his hand, and then at the one that had become scum on the ground. No matter how he compared it, he felt that the original one was better.Looking at the expectant eyes of the other party, he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. "You can have a poll in school," he finally recovered his voice after a long while, but he answered irrelevant questions. "After all, the orientation of the masses is the most important thing. The preferences of a small group of people cannot represent the whole world."

"Vote? Here? Durmstrang?"

Heimdall nodded.

"No!" said the room chief decisively. "I designed it for women only, how do men vote?"

Then you still let me compare? !Heimdall was so impressed. "Leave it to me," he recommended himself to the head of the Potion Bottle Design and Research Office. "I'll let you know within a month what types of girls like these days."

The head of the room widened his eyes. "Are you joking?" He didn't believe it.

"How about giving it to me to try? It doesn't cost money. I'm the head of the experimental research laboratory, and testing a girl's taste is also an experiment."

The head of the office took a deep breath, and then said in a low voice: "Actually, there will be a design competition next month. I have been hesitating. I don't know which one to enter."

"I will help you choose within half a month." Heimdall said firmly.

"Really?"

"Try and you won't lose anything."

The head of the Potion Bottle Design and Research Office suddenly smiled. He chose to believe in Heimdall. "What are you doing in a daze?!" He stared at Tanestam and yelled. "Bring that thing quickly, I want to sign it." Whether it was madness or phobia, all of them were cured without medicine.

First one, get it done!

***

Heimdall happily walked out of the potion bottle design and research room. After a few steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw Tanestam leaning against the wall, looking very uncomfortable.

Before and after Heimdall left, he noticed that his face was paler than before.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Tanestam turned his head suddenly when he heard the words, and stood up straight with the wall, as if in order to avoid the eyes of others, he moved very slowly step by step to hide behind a giant stone pillar.He propped his hands on the wall to support his body, lowered his head and panted heavily, cold sweat kept falling from his forehead, forming dark marks drop by drop on the stone floor.

[There may be something wrong with this person. ] The pod nestled quietly on Heimdall's shoulder suddenly made a sound.

"Do you have any medicine?" Heimdall leaned forward and asked. "Need to go to the school doctor..."

"I won't eat that!" Tanestam interrupted him hoarsely.

After a while, Heimdall realized that he didn't take medicine? !

"I'll just take a break, don't make a fuss."

People have said that, what else can he do.Heimdall pursed his mouth straight, muttering in a low voice that one should not hide one's illness from medical treatment. His muttering made the black cat Pod happy for a long time.

As Tanestam himself said, after about 10 minutes, his breathing gradually returned to normal, and his complexion also looked better, but he looked a little haggard, and it was extremely painful to see the suffering just now .

He stood up slowly, and Heimdall wanted to go up to help him, but seeing his indifferent expression on his face, he immediately dismissed the idea.Tanestam picked up a few pieces of paper scattered on the floor, then took out his pocket watch and looked at it. This was the fourth or fifth time he had checked the time so far.Does he like to pinch a little to do things?A certain boy guessed in his heart.

***

The second research room that Tanestam led Heimdall into was the wand research room.

As soon as they opened the door they were treated unkindly. "Get out!" someone yelled at the door. "No matter who comes, if there is anything you don't accept, get out of here!"

"Don't tell me that," Tanestam forcefully opened the door, and walked in leisurely. "I'm just running errands. I suggest that you report directly to Chairman Dias."

To Heimdall's surprise, there was only one person in the door, sitting in a room that looked like a post-war ruin—the long, dark chestnut hair was loose over the shoulders, the messy hair covered his facial features, and he was wearing thin underwear. T-shirts and school uniform robes lay huddled at their feet.

Tanestam stepped over the rickety chair, the unknown wreckage, and the school uniform on the ground, and walked to the head of the wand research room. "Look at this posture, failed again?"

The head of the room scolded loudly.Heimdall listened, but didn't understand.Anyway, not German, he thought to himself.

"It won't take you too much time." Tanestam turned a deaf ear to all the foul language. "I think you should know what I'm here for. What you have to do is very simple, agree or not." He held up the assessment report in his hand.

The head of the Wand Research Office stopped yelling, and then spit out a word: "Get lost!"

"That means you don't agree?"

"Don't you understand human language?" The room chief jumped up, Tanestam backed away because of his unfriendliness, his wrist brushed against the edge of the table next to him, a book was thrown out and fell into the sea Mdar front.

The paper brush fluttered, and Heimdall slowly opened his eyes.

But soon, the book flew back to its original position.The head of the wand research room raised his wand and stared at him unkindly. "Get out!" He said through gritted teeth.

The battle of the first day came to an end here.

Heimdall comforted himself, visited the two directors, and got a signature, which was a good result.

At dinner, when everyone asked him about his impressions, he pretended to be deep and said: "The prospect can still be expected."

After the meal, the students gradually dispersed. Heimdall took the opportunity to hold Edmund and asked him a question.

"The head of the wand research room?" Edmund shook his head immediately. "I don't know him. I don't even know his name. Why are you asking?"

"Isn't he a member of VK?"

"No. I know all the VK members in our school. I can be sure that I have never heard of this person." Edmund suddenly became energetic. "Does he have that intention? Developing senior grades has always been my goal, but unfortunately it is more difficult to achieve."

No wonder the photos in that booklet were all blurry or out of frame.It may have been filmed secretly.Heimdall seemed to understand a little bit.What's wrong with worshiping Victor?Why hide it from others?Just because he is a senior?Embarrassed to boo with a group of lower grade kids?

Heimdall quickly gave up on Edmund. That night, when he watched Toffee licking and nibbling happily on the candy that had been enlarged by him, Heimdall immediately decided to try another method.

That is to find a way out from Victor Krum.

Before dawn the next day, he ran to West Tower and waited at the door wrapped in a thick blanket.Quidditch starts training at dawn every morning. As long as it is earlier than this time, Victor will be intercepted.

The sky paid off, and when the hour hand on the pocket watch moved to the number 5, the Quidditch members came out of the tower.

Heimdall immediately went up to meet him, and they were surprised to see him, especially Duncan, who thought they were delusional.

"I have business with Victor." After greeting them, he grabbed Victor and pulled him aside.

"How long have you been waiting?" Victor held his hand instead, and the cold touch made him frowned. "Why don't you go in and wait?"

Heimdall showed a suddenly realized expression. "Forgot." She was preoccupied with other things.

Victor was speechless, and after a while, he said, "What do you want from me?"

Heimdall said something carefully in his heart, and then slowly expressed his thoughts.

After hearing this, Victor raised one thick eyebrow, looked at him and said, "What do you want me to do?"

"Aren't you his idol?" Heimdall lowered his head and said humbly. "As long as you say something nice, he might sign it when he's happy."

After waiting for a long time for an answer, Heimdall was extremely anxious, complaining about his despicableness and shamelessly hoping for an affirmative answer from Victor. In short, he was very anxious.

"Okay," Victor finally replied. "I'll try, but there's no guarantee it will work."

"It's okay!" Heimdall said ecstatically. "As long as you are willing to try it, I will be grateful!"

Everything went smoothly. Victor took advantage of lunch time and went directly to the door. From the flustered behavior of the head of the wand research room and the light in his eyes, it can be seen that there is no doubt that he is indeed a Adorer of Kedok Krum.

Heimdall watched the two of them walk out of the cafeteria and towards the plant-filled courtyard.After a while, fidgeting, he couldn't help following, but just approaching the entrance of the atrium, Victor had already walked over from the other end of the corridor.

He handed the signed paper to Heimdall.

"It's done?" Heimdall said in disbelief.

Victor nodded.

Heimdall looked at his face, but couldn't see anything. "He didn't ask very harshly, did he?" Only this made him feel uneasy all the time, what if the other lion opened his mouth and made Wick more difficult?

Victor sighed. "He wants me to kiss him."

"……real?

"Ah."

Heimdall was dumbfounded, instantly swallowed by shame and self-blame. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to happen..." he stammered. "You didn't...I mean..."

Victor shrugged. "I kissed."

A certain boy's uneasy conscience was completely overwhelmed.

"To make up for my loss," Victor said slowly. "I file a claim for compensation from you."

"I will pay." Heimdall raised his head up.

"Come on," Victor said, leaning down and approaching him. "kiss Me."

Without hesitation, Heimdall patted his right cheek.

"The position is wrong." Victor grabbed his chin, wrapped his free hand around his waist, lifted him off the ground, and sealed his lips with his mouth.The kiss was fleeting, Heimdall hardly had time to struggle, in fact he forgot to struggle at all.

Victor put him down and retracted his arm.

Heimdall staggered back.Just now, that weird sense of trembling struck again, more severe than before, making his mind go blank. "I, I'm going to class." He said something casually, regardless of the other party's reaction, and turned back.

Victor didn't stop him, and watched him leave in a hurry as if fleeing with deep eyes.

"I'm going to see the school doctor." Heimdall said to himself as he walked around the corridor.He thought he might be a little... not normal.

The author has something to say: Chimera beast

Greek: Χ·μαιρα; Latin: Chimaera; English: Chimera is not original to Rowling, but a fire-breathing monster in Greek mythology.In mythology, Chimera is a female beast, and Rowling used it to extend and expand, making it form a population and become a member of magical animals.

It is rumored that Chimeramon has the front body of a lion, the tail of a dragon, and the third head in the middle is a goat, from which fire comes out.That is to say, it has two heads, and the sheep's head is used to breathe fire. In short, it is very deformed.Because Chimeramon possesses the power of three beasts, it is rumored to be invincible.

This is what it looks like -

Of course, this YY is a bit more difficult, and it doesn’t match Rowling’s description of the lion’s head, sheep’s body, and dragon’s tail, so we made a few more.

Over time, chimeras were thought to have wings, and Homer writes in the Iliad: "The chimera was destroyed by the hero Bellerophon on the pegasus."

If the Chimera has no wings and cannot fly, why would Mao ride a Pegasus to fight? !Someone probably thought so, so many images of Chimeras with wings appeared later.