HP's Foreign Land

The author has something to say: the school uniform in the last chapter is indeed a big BUG, ​​let me apologize, thank Mr. lx for your correction, thank you.After all, the movie is an artistic reprocessing, and there will definitely be discrepancies with the original content. We plan to refer to the movie based on the original work, and refer to the movie for some places that are not specifically mentioned in the original work.

There is also a BUG, ​​which I found when I was flipping through the book this morning, so I will correct it myself.

Hogwarts has an Easter holiday, and Britain believes in Christianity, so the British pay more attention to this festival.Easter is set on the first Sunday after the first full moon after the vernal equinox every year (very complicated...), and the date is not fixed.Christian schools will be closed one to three weeks before and after this holiday.Hogwarts is no exception, and summer term begins after the holidays. (Can it be seen as a "winter holiday" in the UK?)

In the fifth book, Mrs. Weasley sends Harry an Easter present—a chocolate-covered egg.

The question of holidays was once raised by Mr. fallendown. I remember when we answered that school H celebrates Halloween... I am very sorry, as you mentioned, the main focus should be Easter.Halloween is only popular in English-speaking countries (we are dazzled by their festivals), except for the holidays in Ireland (the school is closed for one day), there are no holidays in other parts of the UK, and neither is Hogwarts. I am here to correct it And description.

Our original Durmstrang is neither Halloween nor Easter. The students of School D come from all over the world and have different religious beliefs, so basically all religious holidays except Christmas (but it means that it is not public, you can celebrate in private).Foreigners attach great importance to religious beliefs, and conflicts among pagans are also a serious problem.Well, let me emphasize again that the Malfoy family in this fanfic does not have veela blood. Their family thinks highly of themselves and is a pure-blood wizard family, so it is impossible to have "monster" blood.

In this regard, we will respect the original setting.

***

Behind the door on the left side of the stairs is a ladder leading down.The light inside is very dim, and there is only a flickering lamp hanging above the head from a long distance away.Leaving the stairs and walking through an equally dim corridor, Professor Snape stopped in front of a blank wall with nothing on it.

He said to the wall: "Pure blood is supreme." (The password for the second grade in the original book is: pure blood, which was used by us in advance)

There was a crack in the stone wall, and the stone door hidden inside was slowly opened... All you can see is a human skull.

Heimdall blinked, and Pod was amazed on his shoulder: [Wow, that's so cool! 】The shape of the Slytherin common room is long and narrow, and the floor height is low, giving people a sense of treachery.The whole space looks green, even the rough stone walls reflect a dull green light, and the light from the round lamps hanging from the ceiling and tied with iron chains is also icy green.

Using colors that represent life to create a strong eerie atmosphere, Heimdall expressed his admiration for Salazar Slytherin.

The students gathered in the common room all focused on it by coincidence. When they saw their headmaster, the students sitting on the sofa immediately stood up, nodded to Snape and sent serious greetings.

Snape responded with a curt nod.

The Slytherins looked curiously at Heimdall behind him. Compared with the many undisguised and well-intentioned inquiries received outside just now, the students of this academy are more reserved and have a higher attitude.

Heimdall didn't have time to look at the gorgeous sculpture passing through the wall, so he hurriedly left the common room behind Dean Slytherin.Lucius followed closely behind without saying a word, with a tense expression on his face. He secretly guessed what new "circumstances" happened to Draco during the time he was away...or there were other "whimsical ideas" idea.

Snape led him to the entrance of a room, blocked by a tightly closed wooden door.

"Mr. Malfoy," Snape knocked rhythmically on the door, which Heimdall felt was entirely symbolic. "Please open the door, Mr. Malfoy," he said aloud with restrained impatience.

Lucius hurried to the door. "Draco! Open the door! Don't make me say it a second time!" The snake-headed cane made a few muffled sounds on the wooden door.

"Please, Father, let me be quiet!" Draco's voice came from inside, sounding like he was restraining some violent emotion. "Leave me alone, don't bother me!"

"You wayward boy." Snape spat out the words coldly. "This is not Malfoy Manor where he can do whatever he wants." He turned to Lucius. "How old is he? Did the rebellion in adolescence come earlier?"

Lucius' face was full of displeasure. His son rarely disobeyed him, and it never happened.

Heimdall walked around from behind the two men to the door and put the luggage aside. "Draco Malfoy, you are your way of hospitality? Let me come all the way to eat your closed door?!" He slammed on the door as he unbuttoned his school uniform robe. "Open the door! Otherwise, break up the relationship!"

There was a flurry of footsteps coming from the door, the sound stopped abruptly in front of the door, and then silence returned.

Heimdall slammed his fist on the door angrily. "I know you're at the door!" He took off his heavy robe and threw it on the suitcase.

There was no more sound from inside the door, and the people inside seemed to have fallen asleep.

Heimdall twisted the handle, but remained motionless.

Professor Snape took out his wand, Lucius didn't object, and the former whispered, "I should have done this earlier." Mr. Malfoy pursed his lips into a straight line.

Heimdall stared at the door, ignoring Snape's voice asking him to get out of the way. He raised an eyebrow and took three steps back. The two men also backed away because of his actions, and guessed the reason for his actions.When he stepped back to the fourth step, Heimdall clenched his fists and took two big strides forward in one go, then kicked his legs hard.

The wooden door made a loud whine when it touched, and then opened... No, the door fell, and it fell inward with a babble, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground resounded in my ears.

The expressions of the two grown men froze for a moment.

The Slytherins crowded in the "listening corner" not far away turned into statues, stunned.

Faced with such a result, Heimdall was speechless.This barbaric trick was imitated by Carlo Jones who "desperate everything for food". Mr. Jones used this method to deal with the gate of 017 with great results.After that time, Heimdall understood the truth that magic is not the most effective and timely at certain times.

However, 017's door was only knocked open at that time, not as fragile as the one in front of him.

"Forgive me." Heimdall did not forget to send his apology to Head Slytherin.

Snape glanced at him casually, neither speaking nor angry.His wand had another use, and the wooden door was soon up again, unscathed.Of course, this time it was on.

"Can I speak to him alone?" Heimdall turned to Lucius for his permission.

The latter nodded.

Bean Pod jumped back to the ground understandingly, Heimdall walked in the door alone, Snape pushed lightly, and the wooden door closed again.

***

During the short time Heimdall walked in, Draco's face showed a moment of panic, and he tried to suppress the leaked emotions, making himself look more composed.

Heimdall pretended to be ignorant, and then began to look left and right, looking at the furnishings in the room intently and fascinatedly, as if even the dust had become a priceless treasure in the museum.

Draco, who didn't get the attention he deserved, was depressed and his face became more and more ugly.When his cousin was finally willing to turn his attention, thankfully, to him, the question was such that Draco almost jumped out of his chair.

"Britain is too hot." Heimdall complained, frowning. "It's hotter than the temperature in memory."

"England isn't hot at all, and besides, you've only been away for a year or so, don't make it seem like you've been away for a lifetime." Draco squeezed the words through his teeth and stood up unbearably. "Why don't you ask me about my situation, and talk about the damn weather as soon as you open your mouth. Am I not as good as the weather in February?" He asked with a long face.

"It's a matter of etiquette, isn't the British very particular about it?"

"That's for strangers, or friends you don't know very well!" Draco growled. "Am I a stranger?" He poked his finger in his chest. "Am I an unfamiliar friend?"

Heimdall looked straight at him, looked straight at him unmoved, until Draco flinched at the look.

Heimdall suddenly looked away. "It's exhausting all the way, and I can't even take care of eating and resting. It's enough to be sent to the door eagerly to make trouble and listen to people scolding." He muttered "in a low voice". "Where's the cafeteria? What time does Hogwarts open?" He walked towards the door.

Overwhelmed by his utterly defiant demeanor, Draco forgot to close his mouth in surprise, watching him open the door and walk out in a daze.When Draco came to his senses, he found himself running out of the room following Heimdall, passing by his sullen father and the squinting dean, and the voyeurs who squeezed past him and scattered, chasing after him all the way. In the common room.

Heimdall sits on the sofa in the lounge, rummaging through boxes for weather-appropriate clothing.He couldn't help smiling when he found that the careful flannel had prepared a summer school uniform for him that had almost no chance of appearing.

At this moment, Draco sat down uninvited, and Heimdall glanced at him.Just when the latter was about to say something to make up for the gaffe just now, Heimdall pulled out a book from the suitcase and threw it into Draco's hands.

The words that came to his mouth had to be swallowed back again, Draco lowered his head awkwardly, and couldn't help being extremely surprised when he saw the words on the cover clearly. "Bible?" He raised his eyes and said hesitantly, "Why give me a Bible?"

"It is used to save the soul, hoping to gain the favor of the heavenly father." Heimdall said sarcastically. "I knew it would be like this, so why should I make a fuss."

"Super, super?" Draco asked blankly. "Why? Who's dying?"

Heimdall couldn't help being a little annoyed, he patted the "death notice" into Draco's arms. "Are you under a spell? Or amnesia?"

A second later, Draco screamed. "How did this damned letter get to you?" He stared at the letter in his hand with vicious eyes like staring at a father and enemy.

"Didn't you send me 'the damn letter'?"

"I didn't!" Draco flatly denied.

"Didn't you write the letter?" Heimdall said inexplicably. "But the writing on it belongs to you."

"I wrote the letter, but I never sent it out!"

The two boys fell silent and looked at each other.

"I sent it..."

Draco looked fiercely at the source of the voice. A black-haired girl poked her head out from behind Snape and looked at Draco timidly. When she saw Draco's murderous gaze, she trembled and quickly Retracted behind the dean.

"Pansy Parkinson!" Draco snarled at her furiously, and if Heimdall and a few other students didn't try to stop him, he would definitely tear the girl apart.

Lucius watched the excitement with his arms folded, without any intention of dissuading him.After these days of "torture," he's glad it all subsided.

"Mr. Malfoy!" The Dean's warning eyes stopped Draco's impulse.

"What right do you have to touch my things?!" Draco could only whip her verbally.

Parkinson's face was pale and his eyes were wide open, obviously frightened. "I, I thought you'd be happy..." she said tremblingly.

"Wait!" Heimdall stood in front of Draco, blocking his gaze. "In other words, you are actually fine, nothing is wrong, and you are not terminally ill or dying?"

"Of course!" Draco gritted his teeth.

Heimdall brought the terse letter to him. "Then why did you write this?" Then he turned over the paper and pretended to look at it. "Oh my God, what a horrible wording."

An unnatural blush appeared on Draco's face, and he forgot to keep firing.

Pushed by the dean, Pansy Parkinson covered her mouth and ran back to the dormitory in shock.She was extremely frustrated and thought, why in front of Draco, she always took the blame and always did bad things with good intentions?

***

Later, under Draco Malfoy's intermittent and stuttering description, Heimdall used his relatively perfect "patchwork" ability to integrate the cause and effect.To put it simply, Draco was humiliated in front of everyone, and his reputation was damaged irreparably. He even felt that he was discrediting the name Malfoy.

"Pousse thought I was flying well, and he recommended me to the captain, so I went." Draco looked to the side and pointed out to Heimdall which one was Pussy.The latter nodded towards Heimdall.

"And fell off the broom in front of the Slytherins?" Heimdall continued with a sigh.

"No!" Draco burst out suddenly. "It was in front of all the students. I don't know how those people knew. During the selection, there were countless bystanders. The hateful thing is that even Gryffindor, those idiot Hufflepuffs who never join in the fun, actually Here we come...and the Ravenclaw Quidditch players!"

"Okay," Heimdall nodded graciously. "So what if you fell off the broom in front of the whole school?"

"Then, what, how, what, what?" Draco yelled word by word. "So what if you said that? How could you say such a thing?"

Heimdall looked at others in bewilderment, hoping to get some hints from them. The Slytherins watching the excitement immediately began to pretend to be busy, so Heimdall had to look away.

"It's really embarrassing to fall off the broom, I can understand that." Heimdall said, looking at Draco. "But according to you, when the sugar mouse contestants fall off their brooms, they don't live? That's humiliating in front of the whole world."

Draco looked away silently, Heimdall didn't accept his passive resistance, and he just pulled his head back with his hand. "Watch me answer, Draco Malfoy!"

Draco slowly raised his eyes. "I know what I did was stupid, unreasonable, and lacking in self-reflection." He faltered and muttered. "But you also know that once an uncontrolled impulse has been acted on, it can't stop, or you will look even more stupid."

Heimdall sighed heavily, and hugged him tightly. "Draco, Draco, you are really... really... I don't even know what to say about you..." Heimdall simply bowed down.

Draco hugged slowly back. "One more thing..." he said hesitantly.

"As long as it's not reading the Bible for you."

Draco rolled his eyes. "It's the rose you sent me. I don't know why, no matter how hard I try, it just keeps withering."

"That's my fault. You didn't let the flower go, did you?"

"No."

"Just take it out to meet the sun." Heimdall shrugged. "I didn't know the Slytherin dormitories couldn't get sunlight until then."

Draco smiled, with a hint of shyness that wasn't noticeable.

Lucius, who was always paying attention to his son's expression, couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.He thought to himself, I should go home immediately and tell Sisi the good news.Vigorously driven by this thought, he said good-bye to the boys, and hurried off in a cheerful mood.

With a grunt, Heimdall and Draco covered their stomachs at the same time.

"What time does Hogwarts open?" Heimdall asked impatiently.

"Let's go," Draco said, pulling him up from the couch. "Take you to taste our school's food, um," he raised his eyebrows, and turned back into the domineering young master Malfoy. "Don't expect too much, that's all."

The black cat Pod quickly jumped back to Heimdall's shoulder, it was also very hungry.

The other Slytherins weighed in and decided to follow up. They found the situation before them very interesting and once in a lifetime.

"Mr. Malfoy," Professor Snape called to Draco. "Please come to my office after dinner. Your 'unreasonable and lack of self-examination' behavior has already delayed a lot of schoolwork, and you will make up for it through detention this week." He emphasized emphatically. "It is recommended that you plan a reasonable study plan, after all, other professors are also looking forward to your 'recovery' as soon as possible."

Draco nodded stiffly. "Yes, Professor."

Snape strode towards the open stone door, casting a nonchalant glance at Heimdall as he passed. "Bon Appetit, both of you." Then he left the common room without looking back.