HP's Foreign Land

"Good morning, Professor Snape." Heimdall called out energetically.

Snape was at his desk packing up homework and materials needed for class, pretending not to notice the greeting.It seemed like a long time before he turned around and nodded briefly. "Good morning." He responded calmly.

"How do you feel?" Snape carefully observed the boy's face, trying to find clues from it.

"I'm fine." Heimdall frowned. "Your pick-me-up potion is working so well, I actually think I can fight a dragon right now!"

"Don't act like a fool with excess testosterone, I've had enough of fools running rampant in school." Snape said mercilessly. "At least it gives me something to look forward to from Durmstrang."

Irony.He obviously took Hogwarts so seriously. "You are a very good teacher." Heimdall suppressed his smile. "A serious and responsible teacher."

Snape snorted bitterly. "I wish the students who judged me as inhuman would feel the same way."

Heimdall tried not to laugh, he thought he was getting used to Severus Snape's way of speaking.Heimdall attributed it to the result of their correcting homework together last night.He had never corrected homework for the school teachers before, but he helped Professor Katenen organize the tutorials needed for class.Of course, sorting out tutorials cannot be compared with batch assignments. Fortunately, Snape didn't intend to embarrass others. After giving the correct answers, he just had to copy them. The most common homework assignments are of high standards and strict requirements.

Because of this, Heimdall thoroughly saw the strange answers and handwriting of the students.Some words are as beautiful as print, but the answer is more like reciting poetry than explaining the function of certain raw materials; some words are messed up and difficult to read, but the content of the answer is completely correct...

Heimdall once took a peek at Snape's correction method, and the result was astonishing. He didn't have the slightest obstacle to those disordered letters, he read very quickly, and he wrote very neatly. More than [-]% of the homework done by him was required to be rewritten.

No wonder he has to stay up late to approve homework, the burden is imposed on himself.Heimdall shook his head helplessly.

"It is recommended that you take a nap during the day, as time permits." Although Snape is a professor of potions, he does not advocate the abuse of potions, which is very similar to some of St. Mungo's ideas.

At around 06:30, Heimdall got out of the office. As soon as he went out, he saw Draco leaning against the door. Seeing him coming out, the cousin quickly came over.Heimdall also noticed that he was followed by a few students, not familiar faces, who had met in the Slytherin common room yesterday, and they were all first-year students like Draco.

"Breakfast starts at seven." Draco announced with a happy smile.

Heimdall looked behind him. "Won't you introduce your friend to me?"

Draco didn't react at first, until Heimdall raised his chin and nodded behind him, he finally understood. "This is Gregory Goyle," he said, pointing to the big man in the front. "That's Vincent Crabbe," he said, pointing to another muscular boy.As for the remaining two... Draco moved closer to Heimdall: "To be honest, I don't know them very well, I just dropped by."

"I'm Nott." One of the tall and thin boys stepped forward. "Theodore Knott." (←The original character, Lao Tzu is a Death Eater)

Not to be outdone, another good-looking boy immediately followed up: "Brace Zabini." Old lady XD)

Heimdall shook hands with them one by one, "It's an honor to meet you, I'm Heimdall Strulusson."

The two Slytherin boys smiled one after another, then looked at each other warily, and both of them lowered their faces, maintaining a high degree of consistency in both expressions and actions.Heimdall found it very interesting, and the novelty that Hogwarts brought him was almost overwhelming.

***

The sense of urgency at breakfast at Hogwarts was no different from that of Durmstrang.

Heimdall drank pumpkin juice leisurely, looked around boredly, and everywhere he could see were male and female students who were struggling with their homework or busy flirting with each other.It's nice to have girls... When a group of girls walked past him laughing and joking, a certain boy couldn't help feeling emotional.

Although he can't get hooked on things like sexual impulse, he still understands the principle of harmony between yin and yang. As the saying goes: a man and a woman can work together without getting tired.The vivid scenery in front of me alone is more than twice as strong as that of the "monk" school.

After returning home, talk to Professor Katenen about this, change Durmstrang's inherent propaganda methods, and try to recruit a few female students next year... Just when he was distracted and thinking wildly, a homework assignment was passed Putting it in his hand, Heimdall raised his eyes to meet Draco's slightly dissatisfied gaze.

Heimdall raised the homework in his hand in puzzlement.

"Help me," Draco ordered.

"I can't imitate your handwriting."

"Who asked you to imitate that." Draco hooked his neck, leaned against his ear and whispered: "You write down the answer, and I will directly copy it later."

That's okay too? !Heimdall looked at him with raised eyebrows, and the latter raised his eyebrows unmoved.

All right.Heimdall picked up the assignment and looked at it carefully. "Is there any textbook on Charms? If there are any, let me have a look." He has only studied the German version, and different people wrote it, so the way of describing the theory of spells must be different. He has to keep a secret in mind. The draft, otherwise it will be easy to get lost if you follow what he has learned when you are interested.

Not long after, Heimdall's quill began to write rapidly on the page. He controlled the writing speed of the quill while flipping through Draco's Charms textbook.

"Is this an automatic shorthand quill?" A Slytherin asked strangely, looking at the pen barrel that was swaying and dancing on the paper.

"Yeah, it's quick to write and easy to use." Heimdall turned another page.

"Easy to use? Only journalists use this damn thing!" the Slytherin said in disbelief. "Just because the writing speed is fast, the written words are very messy, and sometimes even the spelling is wrong, how can it be easy to use?!"

Heimdall frowned. "Really?" He closed the book, shook the quill violently, drew the last stroke, and then fell back to the table with a snap, as if his vitality had been sucked out of him for a moment.

"Written?" Draco raised his eyes in disbelief.

"Okay." Heimdall handed over the paper. "See if it works."

Scanning a few lines quickly, Draco's expression changed from disbelief to admiration. "Fine." He lifted his face and said. "No spelling mistakes." This sentence was directed at the previous classmate.

The boy still didn't believe it, until Draco held the "homework answer" in front of him and let him see it clearly, which made the Slytherin student look beyond doubt.

"I said Draco..." The boy smiled suddenly and approached him. "Can you ask your cousin to write me an answer for my homework too." Under Draco's sudden stare, he quickly added: "I don't ask much, just write me a Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"I have never learned Defense Against the Dark Arts." Heimdall drank the remaining pumpkin juice, put down his glass and continued: "Our school does not offer this course, unfortunately, if it is Dark Arts, I probably still have it." Can help a little." Actually, he only said half of what he said, Durmstrang didn't offer the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, but combined the two courses into one.

The surrounding Slytherins all put on a thoughtful expression.

After that, no one asked Heimdall for homework assignments, and the breakfast time passed quickly, and all the students left the auditorium and went to their classrooms.

Looking at the empty auditorium, Heimdall muttered, "Should I go back to sleep?" The black cat meowed on the table, as if agreeing.

He took out his pocket watch and checked the time.

"A day's plan is in the morning."

The slow old voice sounded in the ear, and Heimdall turned his head to look. It was a tall and thin old man with silver hair and silver beard reaching his waist. Behind the half-moon glasses was a pair of blue sparkling bright eyes. .With a serene demeanor and a kind face, he was standing not far away and quietly observing Heimdall.

Heimdall stood up, involuntarily.The pod cat also seemed to wake up suddenly, arched its back, and jumped back to its "special seat".

"Of course, this refers to people who have slept at night." The elderly wizard smiled at him in a friendly and benevolent manner, and Heimdall was infected by this peace, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

The old wizard came slowly, sat down in front of Heimdall, then reached out and patted the place where he had sat before.A certain boy took advantage of the situation and sat back.

"Are you Professor Albus Dumbledore?" After hesitating for a moment, Heimdall asked the answer in his heart. He couldn't help but squeezed his fists, expressing a little excitement when he saw the rumored figure like Taishan Beidou all of a sudden. .The black cat Pod moved its ears.

Dumbledore's cheerful expression remained unchanged. "Actually I prefer what people call me a stiff old madman."

Heim Dalton paused, and after confirming that he had no auditory hallucinations, he said: "Well, I didn't feel anything when people called me 'hypocritical', at least it shows that I have a more positive image in the eyes of most people. .”

A silver eyebrow raised slightly. "Ms. Skeeter's reasoning is always so frank and sincere."

"Indeed." Heimdall nodded empathetically.

Dumbledore's blue eyes flickered. "How's Hogwarts?"

"Great!" Heimdall praised without hesitation.

"If you were given a chance to choose, would you like to come to Hogwarts to study?"

"I don't want to." This answer was as unhesitating as the previous one.

Dumbledore asked kindly: "Why? Didn't you say it was great?"

"It's really great, but it's not for me." Heimdall thought for a while, and then said: "I think I prefer the teaching environment in Durmstrang, and the atmosphere in the school. Of course, I don't mean Your school is not good." He hastily argued. "What suits me is best for me."

"It's a pity." Dumbledore picked up the fruit biscuits that hadn't been removed from the table, and ate them slowly. "Young people are like this. When they see a goal, they admit death and move on. I want to keep some of the vision I had when I was young, but it's a pity that it doesn't happen. I'm too old to be powerless."

"What's the use of just rushing forward." Heimdall sighed. "The destination is not always ahead." He thought of his failed reserves.

Dumbledore was absently eating his fourth cookie. "My latest wish is to go to South Africa for vacation." The aged principal revealed solemnly.

"Aren't there holidays in school?" Heimdall felt that his wish could be easily fulfilled. "You can go after this semester is over." The principal of his own school ran around even if he was not on vacation.

"I hope." Dumbledore smiled and didn't go to get the fifth cookie. "I just saw you looking at a pocket watch, may I..."

"Oh, of course." Heimdall took out the heavy watch and handed it to the silver-haired wizard.

Dumbledore didn't take it, didn't even reach out to touch it, his eyelids were half closed, and he looked at it calmly for a while. "Very good stuff, it looks old." He raised his eyes and smiled.

[He must recognize the triangle pattern above. 】The pod suddenly danced its tail. [The first owner of this watch was defeated by him. ] Today, Durmstrang's students showed the losers' belongings to the original winners in the Hogwarts auditorium.

Heimdall frowned. 【Fuss. 】He scolded in his heart.

[Indeed, I have never seen it. 】The black cat confessed disapprovingly.

"Mr. Sturluson."

Dumbledore's words drew Heimdall's attention back, and the latter quickly left the pod and turned to the silver-haired wizard. "What is it, sir?"

"This is a return gift." The headmaster with white hair and beard very kindly pushed a small plate in front of him. "I ate a lot of your cookies just now, you can try this cockroach skewer."

Heimdall stared at the plate motionlessly, and the black cat even jumped onto the table and circled around the plate.

"What do you call this?" A certain boy asked uncertainly.

"Delicious cockroach skewers." A certain principal's blue eyes seemed to flash several times.