HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall declined the invitation to go to the Hufflepuff common room together. He wanted to stay in the auditorium to set up an "exhibition". The two boys had no choice but to go back to the common room of their college to help encourage their female classmates.

Heimdall took out the potion bottles from his pocket, and put them all on stage, neatly stacking them on Hufflepuff's long table.Afterwards, he shook the empty and fluffy cloth bag, and couldn't help but sigh to himself, so there are so many... Hundreds of potion bottles of different colors and in various poses formed a rather spectacular army of glass bottles. The Hogwarts students who hadn't left the auditorium were attracted by the sight and stopped to watch.They wondered what the boy was up to, and what was the purpose of having so many glass vials here.

In order to render the exquisite workmanship and crystal color of the glass bottles, Heimdall specially enlarged a few bottles with magic as samples. After a facelift, he was honored to be the leader of the samples and was placed at the front.This move came out of his own selfishness, and it was Heimdall's own initiative. There was no "garbage" in the staking list provided by the room chief.Anyway, the room chief won't know, will he? !

The decorative magic manual that he had memorized by heart also had a good effect. In order to increase the atmosphere and set off the clear quality of the glass bottle, he used the magic introduced in the book to conjure a black dark floral tablecloth with silver lace. There are still dots of snowflakes and transparent mini-clouds that seem to be floating above the table. In order to let the Hufflepuff girls see more clearly, he also specially released a few white dots of fluorescent light that he improved. The dots are like little fireflies, circling slowly around the glass army.

Just as he was calming down and thinking about what else was missing, three girls couldn't hold back their emotions and walked over from the Ravenclaw long table.A girl who had been pushed out to represent by two friends smiled awkwardly at Heimdall. "Hi." She said shyly. "We all want to know, what are you putting these bottles for?"

Heimdall rubbed his chin, raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you think of these things? What's your first impression?"

The girl froze for a moment, probably because she didn't expect to be asked a question instead. "They are very beautiful..." the girl praised without thinking and squinted at the table involuntarily, while her two friends had already gathered around to select and point.

Driven by them, girls from other colleges followed suit. They let go of their restraint and scruples. Some girls even held the bottle in their hands to check and compare repeatedly, shortening the distance to zero.The peaceful and silent auditorium seemed to have returned to the bustling and continuous stream an hour ago, but at this moment it seems more appropriate to describe it as "twittering".

"I have a list here." Heimdall's voice brought the absent-minded Ravenclaw girl back to her mind. He took the list and walked to the edge of the long table, then cleared his throat and raised his voice. : "Please do a market survey for me, please choose the three bottles you like the most from these bottles, and then report the answer to me. This is very important to me, and I hope you can cooperate."

"What are these bottles for?" asked a Gryffindor girl.

"The original purpose was to hold potions." Heimdall tried his best to promote the bottle. "Everyone has also seen that these bottles are different from ordinary potion bottles. They are all made by members of the Durmstrang College and the potion bottle design laboratory. They are [-]% handmade. There is no other branch in this one. , Both the ornamental value and the use value are excellent. It is also very safe to be used to hold potions, and those potions that originally need to be filled in special bottles can be filled with these bottles, and there is no need to buy additional ones."

A Slytherin girl said: "Perfume is also very good."

Heimdall nodded. "How to use is up to the individual."

The Slytherin girl said suddenly, "How much?" and tapped a few bottles. "I want these six bottles." At the same time, a piece of paper flew over and landed in front of the girl. She stretched out her hand to catch the paper suspended in the air, and looked at Heimdall inexplicably.

The latter said: "The above is the mailing address of our school's potion bottle design and research laboratory. You can choose to order the service. After the money is settled, they will mail the products you purchased to you directly."

The girl took the paper, folded it carefully and stuffed it into the pocket of her robe. "Can't I buy it today?" She looked slightly disappointed at the beautiful bottles that were close at hand.

"These are samples, not official products. Our potion bottle design and research room can tailor products that are more suitable for you."

The girl had no choice but to smile helplessly, as if she was persuaded.

With the frequent visits of girls, boys came in droves.But unlike women's natural pursuit of beauty, men tend to be more rational or "dumb" in this regard.

"Is it that good?" A Ravenclaw boy looked at the colorful bottles incomprehensibly. "Isn't it just a glass bottle? It's the same as what we use now, except that it's a little fancy and weird."

His remarks were stared at by all the girls present.

Heimdall looked at the boy who was about fourteen or fifteen years old. "These are women's models," he said.

The teenager shrugged disapprovingly.

"May I ask, do you have someone in mind?"

The boy glanced at him, but didn't answer at first, maybe this question involved personal privacy.Since Heimdall kept his face unchanged and didn't make any fuss because others didn't answer, the boy couldn't help but whispered: "Yes." After speaking, he squinted around worriedly, for fear of being overheard. .

"Which type do you think she will like?" Heimdall asked casually.

"I don't know..." The boy said so first, then suddenly his eyes lit up, and he copied the list in Heimdall's hand and scanned it line by line. "Please give me the mailing address of that laboratory." He put the list back into the other party's hand and said impatiently.

Heimdall wrote him the address, and after he took the paper, he lingered at the long table for a while, his eyes resting on some bottles, and then he turned and left.

Heimdall looked back at the long table, and then at the girls who were still chirping there, guessing in his heart that his yearning object was probably one of them.

The potion bottle fair reached its climax when the Hufflepuff girls arrived, and the boys, not to be outdone, joined in the fun.There is a lot of talk and different opinions.The girls held the bottle fondly, while the boys saw a certain "essence" through this "exhibition", and each of them had an idea in their hearts.

Heimdall quickly put together a questionnaire survey with at least 50 participants that he promised at the beginning, and he calculated the rewards that he could ask for afterwards... Just as he was thinking about it, someone patted his Shoulder, Heimdall looked back to see that it was Ron Weasley, and he was alone.

"I'm here...well...I want to say..." Ron stammered, staring at him. "I'm here to apologize!" After finally finishing his sentence, his face flushed instantly.

Heimdall looked at him amusedly. "Apologize to me, I'm fine." He pretended not to understand.

Ron lowered his head and muttered: "You can convey it on your behalf, let me apologize to Malfoy, I can't do that..."

"You are so insincere." Heimdall deliberately teased him and opposed him. "The apology must be sincere, otherwise it will be of no use." He leaned closer to Ron, casually making sarcastic remarks. "Anyway, according to my observations, you Gryffindor House and Slytherin House are not harmonious at all. It is probably commonplace to scold and ridicule. Why don't you apologize and just treat it as usual? ,Am I right?"

Now, Ron's head became a big ripe tomato. "You don't understand..." He faltered in his defense. "Those Slytherins have always been unfriendly to people, and many wizards who have turned bad have graduated from that academy." He raised his eyes and reminded. "Salazar Slytherin, you know, right? I heard he had conflicts with Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Gryffindor House..."

Hatred is hereditary, especially such a generational feud.Heimdall understood a little bit, it must be the entanglement of pure blood and impure blood again.

"You are biased." Heimdall said bluntly. "The school I went to was called [Black Magic Factory] by outsiders, and this name has been used for decades, until now some people still say Durmstrang that way. The students in our school know how outsiders think of us—— More than half of the dark wizards in Europe graduated from this factory, right?"

Ron curled his lips uncomfortably, thinking of Finnigan's remarks just now. "You won't!" He said firmly. "You're not going to be a dark wizard, you're Rig."

"This is also your wishful thinking." Heimdall told him with a smile. "Whoever said that I can't become a vicious person in the future, no one can say for sure what will happen in the future."

Ron frowned unhappy. "You won't..." he repeated.

"Since you can be sure of my bright direction, why do you think that the students who go to the same school as yourself will all become bad guys?" Heimdall really couldn't understand his logical thinking, no, it should be said that way, he couldn't understand The unspoken rules of Hogwarts.

Ron wanted to say something, but his eyes suddenly fixed somewhere behind Heimdall.Before Heimdall could respond, Severus Snape's voice brushed past his ears——

"Mr. Weasley, I think the most important place you should visit right now is the library." Snape said in a cold and deep voice. "Only in this way can you maintain your exquisite potion science concept. I sincerely look forward to the exciting moment when I correct my homework next time."

Ron swallowed, turned around mechanically, and walked away mechanically, as if he was very afraid of this unkind potions professor.Heimdall heard him muttering something in a low voice, like "Hermione", "copy homework" or something...

"Mr. Sturluson."

"Yes, sir."

"When does your, um, exhibit end?"

Heimdall observed his expression carefully, there was a rare lack of expression, not even the sneer full of sarcasm when they first met. "It's actually over," he said with a smile. "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Snape's eyes widened, looking surprised. "I have just been notified that your school's return carriage will arrive at Hogwarts tomorrow afternoon." Although the voice was still cold, the tone seemed a little uncomfortable. "I will wrong you to live in my office tonight."

Heimdall smiled happily.

Professor Snape was "surprised" for the second time. "Well, you seem... very happy, very good, as long as you can accept it." His tone still revealed his discomfort.

"Professor Snape, may I ask Draco..."

"Should be in the library now, he'll be quite busy tonight."

"... when shall I come to your office?"

"You can do it now. No need to go back to get your luggage," Snape stopped Heimdall. "Your luggage has already been delivered." At this time, a ghost that appeared from nowhere collided with the suddenly stopped Heimdall, and he passed through the ghost's body.

"Oh, sorry." The white, medieval-clothed ghost apologized as it floated forward.

Heimdall stared at the various ghosts that were shuttling in the auditorium, not understanding why they were suddenly mobilized.

Snape glanced at his pocket watch, and said, "Normally, there won't be any students staying in the auditorium at this time. The ghosts of Hogwarts will gather here for a 'ghost meeting'."

"What's the use of this meeting?" Heimdall asked puzzledly, and then started to clean up the glass bottles on the table. Make birds and beasts scattered.

"It's an important matter to solve them." Snape moved a bit as he spoke, and then backed away when he noticed the boy's skillful magic operation.

Is there something important that the Ghost needs to fix?Heimdall was wondering while holding the packed cloth bag in his hand.

Suddenly, sharp laughter came from the door, and a small ghost wearing a funnel-shaped hat floated in from outside, holding a portrait in his hand, and the large frame bumped and scratched everywhere, not hitting the wall Just scraping the ground, the armored knight in the portrait roared angrily: "Peeves! I want to duel with you! Duel!" Behind the knight was a pudgy horse with a ridiculous shape, which was jogging behind the knight.

"Then come out!" The ghost called Peeves laughed like a scream. "I accept your challenge, ser!"

Then, the ghosts began to argue about this.Peeves didn't care, just caring about his own pleasure, and he threw the portrait back and forth, scraping glass windows several times or smashing it to pieces on the hard ground.The knight in the portrait was tormented by it, but he was helpless and helpless. He could only vibrate his armor desperately to make a "clinking" friction sound, and vent his anger by yelling.

For a moment, the entire auditorium was like a vegetable market, full of voices, no, ghost voices.

Heimdall was dumbfounded. "Is Hogwarts this lively every day?" He looked at Snape and asked in disbelief.

A furrow formed between Snape's brows, and he tried very hard to smooth it out. "It's just an isolated phenomenon." He replied dryly with a tense voice.