HP's Foreign Land

The Hogwarts Dining Hall is located behind the double doors to the right of the foyer and is commonly known as the "Great Hall".Draco told Heimdall that in addition to being used as a usual dining place, the entrance ceremony for new students and various welcome parties are also held here.

As soon as Heimdall passed through the gate, he saw four long tables, which represented four different colleges, and the students of each college only ate at the tables of their own colleges, and there were very few cross-border phenomena.From the Slytherin common room to the auditorium, after a not-so-distance journey, doubts and incomprehensions jumped in Heimdall's heart, and it became more and more intense as time went on.

Except for students in their own house, Slytherin students do not greet students in other houses, and even if they do, they just nod and pass by without talking or stopping to chat.Those students from other schools who passed by them had all sorts of strange behaviors, some passed by in a muffled voice, some rushed suddenly, some turned a blind eye, and some even walked away all the way...

Could it be that Slytherin House is unpopular?Heimdall quietly looked at the expressions of Draco and the other students. They were chatting and laughing at each other, as if they didn't feel all this at all, and they were obviously used to it for a long time.

With questions that could not be answered for the time being, Heimdall walked to the long table of Slytherin under the leadership of Draco.

On the soaring ceiling, there is an intersecting orange-red and dark blue sky, which corresponds to the real weather outside. The sky is high and cloudy, but brighter.Different from Durmstrang’s starting point for casting magical weather, Hogwarts auditorium weather focuses on adding icing on the cake and increasing the atmosphere, while Durmstrang’s dormitory climate is to make the students living inside temporarily forget the snow and ice outside , Not a blade of grass grows.

They sat down at the table.

Heimdall looked at the long tables of the colleges where people were coming and going, and asked curiously, "Have you all finished your daytime classes?"

"Yes, it's free time now," Draco replied.

"What time is dinner?" He only cares about this.

"Six o'clock."

Heimdall glanced at his pocket watch. There were 15 minutes left, and he put the watch back full of anticipation.

While waiting for the meal, the Slytherins took out pens and papers at the same time, and started to do their homework.Draco is no exception, he needs to make up all the homework that he didn't hand in before, and more burdens are still waiting for him later.

Heimdall took one of them casually, and he wanted to back off just by seeing the title, The Terrible History of Magic, and he gently put the parchment back in its place.

Draco looked up, and Heimdall pulled out another copy with his backhand, pretending to read it attentively.

Draco lowered his eyes, trying to suppress the corners of his mouth that kept turning up.

Just when Heimdall was serious and pretending to be deep, a loud voice came from far to near, obviously the owner of the voice forgot to take the occasion into consideration.

Draco curled his lips in disgust, and the other Slytherins exchanged mocking glances, sending each other "telegrams" that only they themselves understood.

The few people immersed in the selfless conversation got closer and closer. When they were close at hand, Heimdall turned sideways and said, "Hello, Ron."

Ron Weasley was busy talking, and glanced reflexively. "Oh, hello, Rigg." The few people who were listening to him were stunned, and they all looked at the long Slytherin table. Only Ron didn't notice it, and was still talking loudly.Until his ass was about to touch the chair, he finally jumped up belatedly.

"Rig?!" Ron yelled and ran to Heimdall, his voice full of unbelievable surprise.

Heimdall secretly heaved a sigh of relief at his friendly expression, it's really great, Ron is still Ron.

"You, why are you at Hogwarts?"

"It's a little personal."

The ambiguous answer didn't make Ron realize anything, he frowned in confusion: "What's a personal matter?" .

Heimdall just laughed, and Ron became more and more confused under his smile.

[What's the use of laughing all the time, it's an idiot. 】When the stomach is hungry, the pod cat is particularly prone to anger.

Am I thinking of words!Heimdall said angrily in his heart.

At this moment Draco dropped the quill with a snap, his expression darkened. "Rig can come and leave as he wants, does this need your approval?"

"I was talking to Rigg, why did you interrupt?!" Ron retorted unwillingly.

Draco couldn't bear it. "I just say what I want, and you need to approve this?"

The two boys glared at each other fiercely.

Heimdall simply pretended he didn't see anything, then he stood up and reached out to a green-eyed black-haired boy beside Ron, who was staring at Draco with disapproval. "I have long admired your name, Mr. Potter."

Harry Potter's eyes widened in surprise. "You know me?" Surprised, he didn't forget to hold Heimdall's hand that was always hanging in front of his eyes.

Draco snorted suddenly: "The savior, who doesn't know."

Harry's face quickly sank due to sarcasm, and Ron was also very unhappy. "How could you hang out with people like Malfoy?" Ron Weasley said without holding back. "He's so unbearable!"

Draco's face turned pale, his chest seemed to be hit by a heavy blunt instrument, and the pain flashed in his eyes. He forced himself to face Ron Weasley's offensive remarks, and quickly looked towards Heimdall.

"You don't take it seriously, do you?" Heimdall told him casually in German. "People of this age tend to talk without thinking, and my magnanimous and well-informed cousin certainly won't take it to heart." He flattered with an exaggerated tone.

No one understood what he said, the Gryffindor children shrugged helplessly, and Draco's suddenly relaxed expression made the Slytherins couldn't help thinking about it.

"What are you doing around here?"

"Gathering a crowd to gamble? Or fight?"

After that, two identical heads squeezed in.

"Wow! George, guess who I saw?"

"Don't guess, because I saw it too."

Fred suddenly made a distressed expression. "Who is that? By the way...what's that name..." Then he covered his forehead dramatically and sighed repeatedly.

Heimdall said kindly, "Heimdall Strulusson."

"No!" exclaimed George. "That's not it!"

Heimdall laughed loudly: "Rig."

"Yes, this is it!" George and Fred surrounded him. "Okay, boy, I don't know how to write a letter to say hello after such a long time. I'm very sad." As soon as George said, Fred immediately followed up: "I'm very sad."

"I did." Heimdall defended himself.

"'Please convey my regards to Fred and George,' is this?" George insisted.

"But we were not conveyed." Fred said very quickly. "You should have sent the letter directly to us with 'Please pass on my regards to Ron' at the end. That would be the most correct thing to do."

"That's right." His twin brother agreed. "We're more secure than Ron."

Ron Weasley, who was completely ignored by his brothers, scratched his nose in embarrassment, his cheeks flushed slightly, and the freckles on the bridge of his nose seemed to become more obvious.

The unhappiness just now was consciously forgotten by everyone because of the interruption of the twins. Ron secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't know what was wrong with him, why he said such things, but when he thought that the other party was Malfoy, he couldn't hold back his face. Apologize.The twins sat down on the long Slytherin table and began to eat without hesitation. They asked Heimdall all the things they wanted to know after he left, and they were also full of curiosity about Durmstrang. People thought to stop them.Ron walked back to the long Gryffindor table in a depressed mood. It was time for dinner, and the delicious food was delivered to the table through the kitchen below.

Ron sighed, realizing that he had no appetite today.

"Is Durmstrang the school that specializes in black arts?" Neville Longbottom asked in a low voice.

Ron ate something sullenly and didn't express any opinions.

Harry was busy explaining what had just happened to Hermione who was late.

"I know, one of the three major magic schools in Europe that is as famous as Hogwarts." Seamus Finnigan took the topic, looked back, then turned his head and leaned against the table, saying mysteriously : "I heard that the school has a bad reputation and is very messy inside. More than half of the dark wizards in Europe have graduated from there."

The Gryffindors opened their eyes wide and expressed their shock.

"But...he doesn't look like a bad guy..." Neville murmured.

"Would a bad guy engrave the words 'I'm a bad guy' on his forehead?" Finnigan said disapprovingly. "You can't just look at the surface."

After listening to Harry's explanation, Hermione frowned when she overheard Finnigan's comment. "Based on those gossip and gossip, how can one of the three major magic schools in Europe be 'chaotic inside' as you said." She added dishes to her plate in an orderly manner. "Durmstrang is a very practical magic school. They have many research rooms. I have read information and books about this. Their research rooms have won countless trophies and medals for the school. There are traces to follow, and they are the results of the students' own research, and the teachers just guide them and do not participate in them."

"What do they study?" The Gryffindors were aroused with curiosity.

"Study everything." Hermione slowly recalled the contents of the book. "Potions, wands, spells, magical animals..."

"What about black magic?"

"Of course there is," said Hermione. "The one sitting at the Slytherin table now is the latest head of Durmstrang's laboratory."

The Gryffindors looked at each other.

"Experimental laboratory?" Harry asked strangely. "What is this laboratory for?"

"Study the results of other research laboratories." Hermione said.

"What do you mean?"

"It is to specifically check whether the results of other research laboratories are qualified, whether there are potential problems and so on."

"It sounds amazing." Neville said with fascination.

Hermione smiled mysteriously. "This laboratory has produced many famous people. Some of them are famous in history, and some of them are notorious for thousands of years. If you think about it carefully, they are indeed very powerful."

Ron raised his eyes suddenly, and looked intently at Hermione, who cast an uncomfortable sideways glance. "What are you looking at?"

"How do you know so clearly? And your attitude has changed." Ron wondered. "At the beginning, you believed the report in the "Daily Prophet". Once we had a big quarrel." In the end, we broke up badly.

"Ordinary people are a vulnerable group. They are easily deceived but don't know it." Hermione murmured unnaturally. "The "Daily Prophet" is not very credible, I know now." Not long ago, she saw a report about Rita Skeeter's lawsuits in another publication, and was sued jointly by several people for defamation. The ironclad evidence was so strong and vivid, that she never believed in that woman who liked to spread rumors ever since.

A Gryffindor student thought of something, and suddenly said: "That Sturlupine should fly very fast, right?"

"It's definitely not slow." Hermione nodded. "He is the speed race champion of Sugar Mouse this year."

"Compared to Harry?"

Hermione looked blankly at Harry Potter, who responded blankly.

"I don't know." Hermione replied after a while.

***

"Quidditch practice?" Heimdall said. "Now?" It was dark outside.

"Not now, after the end of the fourth class tomorrow afternoon, that time period is the Quidditch training time of each college."

"I don't know if I can agree, maybe I will leave tomorrow."

The student who claimed to be the captain of the Gryffindor team immediately widened his eyes with a look of extreme disappointment. "Leave tomorrow?"

Heimdall nodded, not knowing why, his depression would make people feel a strong sense of guilt. "I'm still a student, and I have to go back to school." Heimdall replied in a satisfactory manner.

"I understand." Mr. Captain left with a sigh, and turned back suddenly in the middle of walking. "If you don't leave tomorrow, please agree to my request." He said firmly.

Heimdall nodded repeatedly, guessing that this person might be an avid Quidditch fan. Unlike August, the captain of the school team sometimes values ​​responsibilities and obligations more than Quidditch itself.

Around [-]:[-] in the evening, the students who had dinner gradually dispersed. Many students preferred to go back to the common room to chat, play, read, or go to the library to review their homework and enrich their reading. The large auditorium is not private enough to eat and do homework enough.

Draco had left ten minutes ago, bothering them at the request of their headmaster, and Heimdall guessed that he might be kept for a while.The twins are gone too, hurrying to tinker with their great invention.After seeing off a few more Slytherins, there were only a few people left at the long table. Heimdall got up and walked towards the Hufflepuff long table.

Xiabi had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw him coming, he smiled knowingly.Hufflepuff students are the most cautious of the four houses. They are not as "stupid" as Draco thinks. Perhaps in the eyes of Master Malfoy, who is used to making publicity, being cautious is slightly equivalent to being stupid.

"Hi!" Heimdall sat down beside him.

"Let me introduce you." Xiabi pointed to the students from the same school on the right. "Cedric Diggory, you've seen it before, haven't you?"

"Ollivander in Diagon Alley." Heimdall reported the answer clearly. "Nice to see you again, Mr Diggory."

Cedric took his hand. "Me too." He smiled.

"Does the wand work?" said Heimdall.

"It's much easier to use than the one with a long string of zeros behind it."

Xia Pie waited for them to finish their greetings before asking, "Why did you come to Hogwarts?"

"For Draco." Never said it explicitly, but during the sugar mouse contest, Sharpie should have seen that he had a lot to do with the Malfoys.

The subject was not pursued, and Heimdall thanked him for his understanding.Then, he took out a bulging cloth bag from the pocket of his robe, and pulled out a piece of paper inside, which was written in dense German.This was given to him by the head of the potion bottle design and research office along with the "goods". It recorded the names and specifications of all potion bottles, and attached miniature hand-painted pictures.

Heimdall put his hand into the cloth bag again, and the clanging sound came out from the cloth bag, which sounded dull and dull.He took out a powder-blue swan bottle, put it on the table, and then raised his eyes and asked, "Are there many girls in your college?"

The two Hufflepuffs looked at each other inexplicably. "It should be about the same as the other three colleges..." Xiabi replied.

"Very good." Heimdall nodded confidently.