HP's Foreign Land

It was exactly five o'clock in the morning when Tianma flew to the school gate, there was no trace of heavy snow, and everything was silent, only the house elves and the teachers and staff on shifts would make slight noises from time to time.After greeting the teacher on duty who guards the gate, the group entered the castle.

Edmund yawned a lot. He was more conscious of his bed, and he didn't close his eyes during the whole journey. Although the carriage was smooth and comfortable and not bumpy, he just couldn't make himself fall asleep. "No, I have to go back and have a rest." He wrapped the cloak around his body tightly, and walked towards the East Tower with a tired face.

Duncan frowned and watched him go, then turned to look at Victor. "What about you? What are your plans? Do you want to go to the team to see?" The Quidditch school team started morning practice at five o'clock, and it was just in time to go now.But... Duncan rubbed his neck, there was no need to be so desperate, besides, Bernick and the principal were not there.

Victor grabbed Heimdall who turned around and walked away, and glanced blankly. The latter's shoulders collapsed and he stood there motionless.

Duncan's eyebrows twitched.

"I'm not going to the team," Victor told Duncan. "If August asks, just say I'm going back to the dormitory."

Duncan nodded without changing his expression. "What about you?" He lowered his head and asked Heimdall.

A certain boy started to sleep soundly after getting into the wagon. He fell asleep all the way from England, and now he couldn't sleep anymore. "I want to take a walk for a while and exercise my muscles." Heimdall turned his eyes to Victor while maintaining his composure. "Walk alone for a while." He articulated clearly, especially the words "alone" were remarkably sonorous.

After a brief silence passed—

"A little walk alone," repeated Mr. Krum very quietly.

Strangely enough, Heimdall instantly understood the omen behind this calm tone. "Walking, of course, the more people there are, the better." He has always been kind, and he nodded vigorously while talking. "The more people there are, the more lively it is. Lively is good. I like lively."

The pod cat jumped off his shoulders and wandered off, wagging its tail.Durmstrang is a giant cat cage for it, and it can't go wrong even with its eyes closed.Of course, before leaving, he did not forget to laugh loudly at a certain boy twice, and he would never let go of the work of ridiculing others.

Heimdall pretended to be deaf and dumb as usual.

After that, the three of them started to circle Durmstrang Castle.In the weather of minus [-] degrees, against the wind and snow, it is called a walk.

Why are there three people? Duncan's original explanation was that he was going back to the dormitory and happened to be on the way, but it turned out that he was going along the way.Unexpectedly, a casual glance on the carriage made him discover such an incredible thing.Although Mr. Orville looked calm on the surface, in fact, his heart was like a pot of boiling water, steaming out of his breath--gossip is in full bloom.

If this matter came from hearsay, he would definitely not believe it.That was his buddy Victor, the methodical, well-founded, and measured Victor Krum, a decent, polite, and uncompromising pragmatist.Especially when he has a straight face, he will reveal an aura that is not angry but mighty.How could it be... Duncan raised his eyes to look at the buddies he had known for many years, and suddenly felt a little strange.

"Just say what you have to say." Victor had already noticed his eagerness to move. "When did the three of us start playing guessing?"

Duncan was taken aback. Hearing this, he didn't plan to hide it. Thinking of this, there was a trace of hesitation on his face.

Victor ignored him, and continued to stare at Heimdall, who was crunching and stepping forward bravely on the snow, and looked at the boy's posture. This is not a walk, but a march.There was a faint smile on Victor's face.

As if the speculation had been confirmed, Duncan couldn't bear it anymore. "Have you figured it all out?" He said dawdly. "That's Lige..." As if afraid of being heard by the boy a few meters away, he lowered his voice guiltily. "He's a boy."

Victor glanced at him. "I know he's not a girl."

There is no denial, not even an excuse, that is, an admission.

After the initial frenzy, Mr. Orville calmed down, and this time he was really calm.My buddies have said so, what can he do, besides, this is not a big deal.To be honest, he had always thought Victor was an ascetic before, so it wasn't that he didn't want to, but that the time hadn't come yet.Does that mean now is the time? !

"Does Rigg know?" This topic actually made Mr. Orville, who had been among the flowers, feel inexplicably cramped, but he couldn't resist the gossip that was already boiling.

Victor hesitated for a moment, "I don't know the details, it might be better not to know..."

There was a brief break in the conversation between the two, and only the snow crunched under their feet.

Unknowingly, I came to the edge of a pine forest covered with frost and snow, and the big bird squatting on the tree flapped its wings twice.

Duncan suddenly grinned happily, and the bird on the tree screamed and flew into the sky.The sudden double noise made the boy in front of him suddenly turn around, and Duncan quickly waved his hand to let him continue. "Okay buddy," he looked away, elbowed Victor, and smirked teasingly. "At that time, there was a lot of trouble in the city because of a few special recruits who threw themselves into their arms, and everyone knew about it. They thought you were so serious, but it turned out that you fell into the hands of a baby."

A trace of uneasiness flashed across Victor's face. The feeling of being speculated and seen through was very embarrassing. Even if the person peeping at him was a good buddy who had been with him for many years, the displeasure in his heart was still burning.

Duncan pretended not to see it, and kept laughing happily. He had finally found such an opportunity, and of course he had to make good use of it.

Victor quickly calmed down and calmly faced his friend's ridicule.

After all, they are buddies, not ordinary friendship. Duncan felt that the prospect of this matter was not good, so he made plans for his buddies. "What are you going to do?" Even if it was a boy, he was not an ordinary boy.

"I haven't fully figured it out yet." Victor knew what he was worried about, but he didn't think much about it. "Rig is still young, and it's too early to draw conclusions. Take your time, the first task is to remove his psychological defenses, not to resist me, and let him face my existence. As long as he is still under my nose, as long as Still at school in Durmstrang, he can't run away."

Duncan looked at his smug face and sighed, and began to sympathize with Little Rigg. It was really bad luck that he was attracted by a deeply obsessed pragmatist at such a young age.According to Victor's character, if he doesn't sing, he will become a blockbuster, but whatever he decides to do, even if it is as difficult as skyrocketing, he will go all the way to the end.The word obsession is perfect for this Mr. Krum.I hope that doll can bear this persistence, and not be scared away halfway...

Probably because of sharing Victor’s secrets and gaining insight into the hard-won and foreseeable difficulties, Duncan suddenly had the urge to think about and worry about him. In the end, he still hoped that his buddies could think Things come true, can be happy.

After thinking about it, Mr. Duncan decided to take this opportunity to take a good look at Victor Krum. Before that, he had never looked at any male directly. Mr. Orville always believed that his eyes were born for all the beauties in the world. of.

A resolute face, a high nose bridge, deep facial features, and a pair of sharp dark brown eyes.Anyone who sees Victor at the first glance will think that he is not approachable. The sharp outline and unsmiling expression make him look a bit serious. In fact, after a long time, he will find that he is a very easy to get along with.

In Duncan's concept, good-looking men are useless men, such as the proud Italian. He admitted that the guy is indeed good-looking in terms of facial features, but what's the use?Someone who is obviously not high enough in school, but still complacent all day long, is not a man at all!

Victor is not a good looking man.But he is a handsome guy.It is not easy for Duncan to admit that men other than himself are handsome. Mr. Orville, who thinks highly of himself, never admits that other men are more handsome than himself.But Victor is not handsome, he is a handsome guy with a majestic appearance and a heroic spirit. Moreover, the heroic spirit is too... fierce, revealing an inexplicable sense of attack.This kind of feeling is difficult for ordinary people to notice, even if I have been with him for many years, I have just figured it out a little bit. If I hadn't observed him calmly and rationally today, Duncan would not have noticed it.

Duncan looked up.

A white and tender baby, because she is still young and her facial features have not yet developed, but she is clean and refreshing. Looking at the future from the outline alone, you can find that it will not be worse than that Italian product... Duncan frowned, How can Rieger be compared with that "arrogance".

All in all, Mr. Orville began to come to the conclusion that his buddies would definitely not suffer from Rigg's appearance alone, and the great prospect of being accompanied by beauty can basically be guaranteed.As far as future happiness is concerned, Quidditch is a sport that pays attention to physical strength. In addition, an excellent seeker knows how to preserve physical strength and make it last longer. He can guarantee it. Victor is in this regard It will definitely stand the test, and besides, he has been holding it in for so many years, and he may continue to hold it in the future, until... I just don't know if Li Ge's body will be able to bear it in the future.

Thinking of this, Duncan smiled obscenely.

***

When the short pointer on the dial pointed to seven o'clock, Heimdall finally lost to Duncan's treacherous eyes and lewd smile on his face from time to time, and ran into the cafeteria as if fleeing.His sudden return surprised the freshmen who had already arrived at the cafeteria.

Heimdall smiled, sat next to Leon without thinking, took a plate and stuffed it into his mouth early.God knows, it would be his fate not to freeze into a popsicle after walking for two hours in the extreme weather of heavy snow.Along the way, I wanted to divert my way several times and go back, but I didn’t feel ashamed to speak up, and suffered for my inexplicable self-esteem.

It's really getting better and better.Heimdall scolded himself severely in his heart.While cursing, he poured hot tea into his mouth, and he didn't feel refreshed until he drank more than half of the pot.

"I heard you went to Hogwarts?" Carlo Jones used the wide tonnage to push away the students sitting on Heimdall's right. "Is there a problem?"

This guy is still so inquisitive.Heimdall felt very cordial, but he actually felt nostalgic after being separated for more than a day.Looking at the curious peers around him, he slowly smiled.Leaving school for a few months last semester is not as good as it is now.Heimdall thought about it carefully, and Durmstrang's status in his heart was getting higher and higher, and it was becoming more and more important.He didn't feel anything before, but a trip to Hogwarts inspired his "homesickness".

"It's a personal matter." Heimdall said vaguely.

Fortunately, this group of first graders didn't focus on this at all, and they soon had a new focus.

"What is Hogwarts like? Is it as big as our school?"

"I heard that they are still divided into colleges? Why are they divided into colleges?"

"Are they really taking mudbloods and half-bloods?"

……

Chattering questions were thrown at Heimdall, almost drowning him. "Stop, stop!" he had to call a timeout. "Come one by one, please come one by one, I only have one mouth, what do you want me to say first?!"

"Wait!" The handsome boy in the hat, Lian, yelled, broke free from the human wall, and leaned over to Heimdall and said seriously: "There are girls in Hogwarts, right?"

All of a sudden, dozens of pairs of eyes shot at Heimdall, the sharp ones, the sharp ones, which made a certain boy feel pain all over his body.

"Yes." Heimdall nodded.

Ryan went one step further. "And a lot, isn't it?"

"There are four colleges."

"Are there any beauties?"

"I didn't see the ugly one."

Lian beat his chest and stomped his feet, and the other students also looked like they wanted to hit the wall.

Heimdall decided to ignore the dramatic emotional expressions of his classmates. He took out a roll of parchment from his robe pocket and placed it in front of Leon.

The latter frowned suspiciously. "What?" He picked up the top one.

"I brought back information about poisons and potions from Hogwarts." Heimdall picked up the cup and poured himself another cup of tea. "My cousin copied these for me from their library. They are said to be precious materials. You can see if you need them. If not," Heimdall shrugged and took a sip from his cup. "I'll keep it for myself, anyway, no matter what potion science information is to me, it's like the Bible."

After waiting for a long time without any reply, Heimdall glanced sideways, then continued to eat breakfast without saying anything.

"Thank you." After an unknown amount of time, Leon said softly with his eyelids half down.

Heimdall smiled, "I will trouble you with the Potions homework."

Leon gave a short laugh, "I think I understand."

Heimdall praised cheekily, "I knew you would understand."

Carlo Jones spoke suddenly. "It's a pity that you missed the Apparition test because you went to Hogwarts temporarily."

Heimdall froze. "The test is over?"

"Isn't the time announced on the bulletin board? The pre-exam test was yesterday."

Seeing Heimdall's devastated appearance, Carlo Jones comforted, "It's okay, there will be another exam next year, anyway, the pre-exam test is not a formal exam, so it doesn't matter if it takes a few more years. I'm not in a hurry to go Test."

"You didn't take the exam?" Heimdall asked puzzled. "Why?" He always thought that one exam would be less than one exam, so why bother procrastinating?

"My current father is British. My mother changed her nationality when she married him. I am also British now." Carlo Jones poked the ham on the plate sullenly. "Britain has relatively strict regulations on apparition exams, which haven't changed in 200 years, so I plan to do it after graduation." Because of this reason, I started later than other students, which is quite depressing and unfair.

"Aren't British girls cute?"

Heimdall almost didn't turn the corner. He was still depressed just now, and he was fine in the blink of an eye.

Carlo Jones sighed selfishly. "I think I might have been admitted to Hogwarts back then."

"Why didn't you go?"

"Because my dad moves faster than my stepfather."

"Oh."

"But my mom is faster than my dad."

"…Sorry, my understanding is limited."

"That is, when I thought I was going to Hogwarts, my dad told me I should actually go to Beauxbatons, and when I thought I was going back to France, my mother told me I Already a student of Durmstrang. As a result, here I am."

Heimdall laughed dryly. "Haven't your parents communicated?".

Carlo's expression suddenly became ethereal. "It became like this because of the communication."