HP's Foreign Land

Lucius Malfoy raised his face, the howling wind swept across the field, and snowflakes fluttered in the air, falling on his hair and covering his eyelids.He changed his posture, whether it was because he stood for too long or because of the weather, his feet seemed to lose consciousness...

Unforgiving weather, he thought.

This is not the first time he has come to Durmstrang. He has consciously paid attention to this school more than a year ago, or even earlier.By the way, what did he think at the beginning?In the weather that makes people think slowly, only constant thinking can unfreeze the brain.Lucius forced himself into thought.

All for Draco.

Compared with Hogwarts, he admired Durmstrang's teaching methods and unchanging values.It's a pity that Narcissa didn't agree anyway, she didn't want her son to be too far away from them, especially going across the ocean to go to school in this icy and snowy place.Several discussions failed, so I had to give up.Thinking about it now, if he insisted on his own opinion and sent Draco here, wouldn’t this be the case today...

"Mr. Malfoy, please follow me, Mr. Headmaster wants to see you."

The person who spoke for him was finally willing to come back, just when Lucius forced himself to forget the harsh temperature by thinking about his wife and children and reminiscing about the past.He straightened his clothes and habitually showed a smirk.For making him wait so long, damn Igor Karkaroff, Mr. Malfoy cursed loudly in his heart.

On the way to the destination, Lucius pondered what kind of mental outlook he should use to face Karkaroff.After all, they both had the same past that was "unbearable to look back on". Karkaroff got rid of it by "repenting from evil and returning to the right", and he himself, thanks to Merlin, fortunately he woke up in time and was not dragged into the quagmire of eternal doom.If not, he really doesn't know how to face the portraits of his ancestors.

Over the years, he and Karkaroff have consciously avoided each other, and today's meeting is inevitable.The letter sent earlier should have arrived at the principal's office, and Karkaroff also understood why he came here.Praise Salazar!Headmaster Karkaroff finally learned not to be emotional.Lucius curled his lips mockingly.

When the door with the Chimera relief hanging in front of him opened in front of his eyes, Lucius had doubts and incomprehension on his face.It was not the Karkaroff he thought was inside the door, but an old man with gorgeous hair.He pulled his eyes back to the side, only to find that the person leading the way had disappeared.

"Come in, Mr. Malfoy." The old man made a gesture of letting go, and hurriedly continued before Lucius asked: "I'm sorry, Principal Karkaroff is temporarily busy and is not in the school at the moment, so I will receive him you."

Lucius tried his best to suppress the displeasure in his heart, stepped into the room, and sat down.The door closed gently behind him.

"Would you like something to drink?" the old man said slowly and kindly.

"No need!" Suddenly realizing how rude he was, Lucius quickly straightened his mind. "Oh, yes, thank you, please give me a cup of tea without sugar and milk."

"Do you want to add some vodka?" The old man suggested without realizing it.

Mr. Malfoy declined.

While waiting for the tea, Lucius cleared his throat: "Excuse me, I don't know what to call you yet..."

"Kattenin, Felix Katenin." Before he finished speaking, tea appeared on the desk. "You please."

Lucius accepted the other party's kindness, "Thank you."

"I know why you are here."

Lucius was caught off guard by the other party's sudden straight-to-the-point attack. It was not right to drink a cup of tea in his hand, let alone not drink it.

Professor Katenin said with a smile: "As I told you just now, Principal Karkaroff is temporarily out of school and has no resources. Some work has to be handled by others, and the letter you sent is the same. I hope you don't mind."

Lucius lowered his head and took a sip of his tea.Good, he thought, at least someone knows what I'm here for and won't be wasting my time.

"What I want to ask is, how many days off do you plan to take for Mr. Strulusson? After all, the school has just started, and the course work of this semester has not really been on track. It is extremely important for young people to lay a solid foundation."

Lucius put down his teacup and was about to speak when the door opened behind him.

Heimdall Strulusson stood at the door, his forehead beaded with sweat from running. "Professor Katenin." He stepped through the door, then turned to Lucius calmly. "Mr. Malfoy."

The moment Lucius saw him, there was a trace of emotion on his face, and before he lost his composure, he managed to restrain the excitement in his heart.

Professor Katenin still said in his calm and gentle tone: "Sit, my child."

Heimdall took the chair closest to Lucius.

"Surely you already know the reason for calling you here?" Professor Katenin made a cup of tea for Heimdall, and poured in a small spoonful of lemon-flavored vodka.

Heimdall took the tea after thanking him, without rushing to taste it. "Yes," he turned to look at Lucius. "I think I know."

Lucius frowned at his words.

Sensing his confusion, Heimdall put down his glass and took out the "Four Nothings" letter he had just received.

At the first sight of the handwriting, Lucius understood it. "Would you like to go and see him?" He rarely said in a low voice. "In fact, that's exactly what I'm here for. Draco's situation is beyond our control."

This is a plea from the heart of a father, and no one can bear to refuse.Neither can Heimdall.Previously, he was bewildered by this succinct letter, and Mr. Malfoy's arrival was exactly what he wanted.He immediately expressed his willingness to go, and Lucius sighed in relief.

"In fact, I have already communicated with your father, Mr. Rommel Sturluson, before coming here. He told me that as long as you are willing, he will not object."

Heimdall smiled when he heard that.

At this time, Principal Katenin interrupted: "So, can you answer me now?" He reminded me in a good-tempered manner. "How many days off do you need?"

***

The flannel simply packed a few clothes for him. Heimdall followed the impatient Lucius into the carriage without even taking off his school uniform. In order to return to England as soon as possible, Mr. Malfoy invested a lot of money and hired He took a long-distance flying carriage with three strong Pegasus horses.

"What's going on?" Heimdall said anxiously just as he got into the carriage. "How could Draco..."

Lucius rubbed between his brows wearily. "It's not convenient for me to explain clearly now. Anyway, you can go and see. I really have no choice..."

Heimdall noticed that there was no anger or sadness in his words, only slight complaints and helplessness, and even a little laughter in it. This discovery made him even more confused.The heart that had been hanging all this time gradually let go. Could he guess that, in fact, the matter is not as serious as what Draco said in the letter? !

Heimdall sighed and fell back on the soft backrest.At this time, he finally had time to think about other things.Because he left too hastily, he simply explained the situation to Leon, and no one else knew that he had left Durmstrang at this moment.The toffee will also be taken care of by Leon for the time being, but he has hinted that he can take the toffee and walk around the door of the Magical Beasts Lab twice more...

Then he thought of Victor Krum, and also thought of his "strange disease", and a sense of relief surged in his heart. Perhaps after a short farewell away from Durmstrang, his problem disappeared. Can heal without medicine.

Heimdall is looking forward to, looking forward to, looking forward to.

***

The carriage landed in a village called Hogsmeade, not the gate of the school as Heimdall thought.

Lucius told him: "Many times, Hogwarts is not as free as Durmstrang."

Heimdall smiled when he understood what he meant by "do whatever you want".His smile didn't last long, though, as he forgot how approachable the English weather is.Wearing a heavy Durmstrang winter school uniform, he was sweating as soon as he got off the carriage. Heimdall told himself patiently that it would be fine when he arrived at his destination.

[Britain's climate is not conducive to striving for strength. 】The black cat pod is one of the entourage of this "tour", and it has said that it has never been to the British Isle before.

Weird theory.Heimdall decided to ignore it.

Lucius took him to another carriage, the ground-running kind, pulled by a creepy Thestral.When he got into the carriage, Lucius raised his voice in a pretentious manner: "I am very grateful to Professor Dumbledore for lending me a school carriage."

Heimdall felt that Hogwarts had a distinct and individual taste.

From afar, he saw it—a huge castle surrounded by turrets and towers, set between two mountainous mountains.The carriage stopped in front of a huge cast-iron gate. After Heimdall got out of the car, he found two stone sculptures of wild boars with wings standing on the top of the pillars on both sides of the iron gate--flashing teeth and claws, full of movement.

"how dare you?!"

Lucius' low shout sounded a few steps away, his voice full of anger.

Heimdall looked up, and there was a man standing beside the open iron door, with a thin figure, thinning white hair, gloomy and unfriendly eyes, showing vigilance that cannot be ignored.

"The school rules clearly stipulate that all strangers who visit must go through a detailed check." The skinny man said dryly, but his eyes were fixed on Heimdall...the luggage at his feet.

A scrawny cat steps out from behind the man and then sits down, the animal's eyes equally uncomfortable.

[British aesthetics are really strange. ]Seeing this not-so-beautiful fellow, Doudou laughed unceremoniously.

Maybe it misses you too.Heimdall pouted in return.

Pod raised its paw and brushed lightly across his face.

The cat knew how to use violence now, and Heimdall wailed exaggeratedly.At this time, the debate over there made progress, and the skinny man made a concession, that is, he made an exception and stopped checking Heimdall's luggage.

Lucius glanced coldly, and led Heimdall into the gate with his chest raised.

***

The first and most intuitive feeling that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry brought to Heimdall is—a lot of girls!He, a student studying in a "monk" school, couldn't help being moved by the different scenery.

Heimdall took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, guessing whether get out of class was over now, because students wearing school uniforms of different colors could be seen walking around in front of him everywhere.He admired them, and they watched him curiously.The school uniform on Heimdall says it all. From their eyes and expressions, it can be known that not all students understand the meaning of the Durmstrang school badge.

Perhaps, Heimdall thought, they were staring at him also because he was not dressed properly in any way.

While passing through an open-air atrium, Heimdall suddenly spotted an acquaintance. He quickly notified Lucius and turned his head to look at the courtyard planted with tall trees. "Hi! Charpy!" he yelled and waved.

The Hufflepuffs who had gathered under the tree and chatted all turned around, and Shabby, who was leaning on the tree trunk, stood up straight in surprise.

"Wait!" Heimdall made a gesture to prevent the other party from approaching him. "No rush, we'll talk about it later."

Although Shabby didn't quite understand it, he acted according to his words.

Heimdall smiled at him, turned and walked towards Lucius who was waiting aside.

Hogwarts Castle is bigger than expected, with high ceilings and a grand hall. When passing through the intricately carved marble staircase, Heimdall was amazed by the cumbersome patterns on it.Contrary to the majesty and majesty pursued by Durmstrang Castle, Hogwarts pays more attention to the decoration and embellishment of details.

Lucius led Heimdall around the marble stairs to the door on the left.

A man in a black robe stood in front of the door. His pale face made his black eyes colder and deeper. He glanced at Lucius indifferently, and then at Heimdall with slightly sharp eyes.

"I didn't know you'd be waiting here." Lucius said as he walked forward.

The sharpness in the eyes of the man in black robe suddenly deepened. "I have to act like a normal person once in a while, don't I? To remind those cute students who always call me an unreasonable lunatic behind their backs not to forget that I am actually a personal reality." He mocked himself.

The harsh words made Heimdall shudder in his heart, he couldn't be just...

"Rig," Lucius shook his head helplessly, turning to Heimdall. "This is the Head of Slytherin House and Draco's Potions Professor, Professor Severus Snape."

"I'm not your son's governess." Snape blinked slowly, then his eyes narrowed. "So he's the boy?"

Strangely, Lucius understood the nonsensical words. "Yes, he is the boy."

"Excuse me." Flatly rejecting Heimdall's gesture of reaching out to say hello, Snape turned and pushed the door open.

Heimdall put his hands down, followed by dragging his luggage.

"Never mind," whispered Lucius, who was behind him, approaching behind Heimdall. "Don't take it to heart." Mr. Malfoy, who had never comforted others, managed to pick out these words.

"I understand." Heimdall also replied in a low voice, and Ivy's diary had reminded him.