HP's Foreign Land

My doll has just grown up, and she is finally about to carry her schoolbag. Bernick is a warm and cheerful boy, without any pretensions of a senior or an elder.His eyebrows and eyes are very similar to those of his cousin Victor, but they are softer. Both of them have inherited the deep eye contours, dark brown eyes and high nose bridge of the Krum family. Cousin Victo, every word and deed is full of awe-inspiring masculinity.

Bernick winked and said, "Need to praise Durmstrang's brilliant achievements?"

Heimdall waved the parchment in his hand.

Bernick shook his head regretfully.

"Given that you already have that 'perfect' school briefing, I won't waste my time. In general, the term after the Christmas holidays is all you need to do to familiarize yourself with the school, Get used to life here, get used to the teaching style here, in order to prepare for the start of school in September."

"I think I understand why my dear father let me go to school early." Heimdall muttered to himself.Accompanied by the two seniors, walking in the campus with verandas, what I feel most deeply is the vast difference in the language environment.It's like being in the United Nations building.Some of the passing conversations sounded oddly alien.

What worried him most was that he hardly heard a word of English during the trip, except for the conversation between the three of them.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand." She seemed to know the boy's tangled thoughts.Bernick said thoughtfully: "The official language used by Durmstrang is German, and Russian is also fine... French is fine too."

Heimdall is completely black - the future is worrying.It seems that the language barrier must be removed first, otherwise there will be no need to improve your studies, and greeting people will become a problem.

Footsteps came from behind, and a boy in Durmstrang's beige formal school uniform overtook them, followed by a quick chatter.

Heimdall found sadly that he only understood two words: Victor and Bernick.

Victor replied something, and the boy paused to look at him—the lips were bent into a friendly arc, and the eyes were full of curiosity.The male student has black hair, blue eyes, and a healthy bronze complexion.His facial features remind Heimdall of statues of ancient Roman soldiers—the cheekbones, chin, lips and nose are very classic.Very handsome.His physique looked very tall, and the well-fitting winter school uniform wrapped his strong and lean body, as if his whole body was full of strength.

Heimdall stared at the opponent's strong and straight body in awe.

"Hello." The black-haired boy spat out jerky English, perhaps due to lack of practice, he spoke extremely slowly. "I'm Bernick and Victor's classmate Duncan Orville. I didn't expect the new roommate to be a little doll like you."

Heimdall didn't know whether to correct the obviously misplaced "baby" first, or ask something else.

"Hi, nice to meet you." He hesitated for a moment, then made a choice. "May I move in with you?"

Duncan turned his head and yelled at Bernick, who replied in English, "I haven't had time to tell him." Then he said to Heimdall: "Although there are precedents for preparatory students who enter early, they are rare. Moreover, our school has another convenient system open to the outside world, which is the preschool auditor system. As long as they are willing to spend money, auditors can enter the school to experience life for a semester. But the school will not give too much extra care. Students of normal school age are not fair. Generally speaking, preparatory students will study and live with the fourth grade, whose academic performance is basically stable and has not yet become tense.

Heimdall understood. "You are a relative who is in the fourth grade."

"That's right. Welcome to join us in Room 026 in the East Tower. You will live with the three of us for the next semester."

East Tower.One of the four dormitory towers, it is called the East Tower because it is located near the East Gate.There are four dormitory buildings in Durmstrang, which are scattered in the four corners of the castle.The first and second grade students live in the south tower-a huge glass greenhouse covered with a dome; The stadium and the messenger hut are closer; the north tower is the seventh-grade dormitory—the neighborhood is the most desolate place in the whole school, with almost no other buildings except for a large-scale abandoned open-air auditorium.

Seventh graders in Durmstrang are no longer bound by the boarding house rules.

Teachers who study weird subjects and students who like to do experiments are nestled in the inaccessible northern suburbs. Over time, the North Tower has become a dangerous place that no one cares about.

The three brothers took him to the East Tower, because most of the students had gone home for the holidays as it was approaching Christmas.The East Pagoda is quiet, and occasionally one or two owls can be seen flying overhead.There are two black marble escalators coiled in the center of the tower, which slowly rise and fall in a spiral every second, like two twisted twisted twists.

The top of the tower was enchanted, and the weather inside the tower today is partly cloudy with occasional gusts of wind.

The walls on both sides of the entrance are covered with all kinds of sundries: shrunken old boots, broken pocket watches without pointers, bare quills, leaking cups, broken beads, etc. can be seen everywhere.

Bernick pointed to one of the worn leather gloves, "This is the port key of 026. Of course, you can take the stairs if you want."

All this clutter on the wall is enchanted portkeys.

Heimdall stretched out his arms, stood on tiptoes, and after a long time of hard work, put down his arms—out of reach.

The three senior brothers laughed in public.

The boy thought angrily: I take the elevator!

Victor stretched out his arms and easily hugged Heimdall, closing the distance between him and the Portkey.The tall and burly Quidditch Seeker was amazed by the petite softness of his arms.He tried his best not to let surprise appear on his face, but at the same time he wondered vaguely: Is a ten-year-old boy so tiny?

# # #

"Can I ask a question?"

An orange flame burns in the fireplace, filling the whole room with vibrant colors and making it warm like spring.Heimdall was sitting in one of three armchairs that looked extremely comfortable by the fireplace.

Bernick sat across from him, and Duncan chose the one on the right. Obviously, these three chairs all had their fixed owners.Heimdall quickly left the hand he had occupied.Victor grabbed the boy and placed him in his lap as he sat down.

He didn't know that this move made Heimdall even more restless.

"About your question." Bernick reminded.

Heimdall quickly put aside the embarrassment in front of him, and asked, "Isn't Durmstrang an all-boys school?"

The three teenagers looked at me and I looked at you, then shook their heads.

Then why...

Regret appeared on Duncan's face: "Pretty girls don't want to come to school here."

Heimdall sighed sadly when he heard it: I said why it was so dusty, it turned out to be a school for monks...

"Don't look so sad at Christmas," Bernick joked. "My dear, you need to shout [Hallelujah] a few more times!"

If Christmas can reveal a miracle and teach him a second language, it will not be a problem to repeat "Long live Jesus" three times in the morning, noon and evening.

The three brothers left the armchairs at the same time.

Heimdall was extremely surprised: It's amazing, how do you know I'm hungry?

# # #

The restaurant is on the first floor of the castle, connected to the glass greenhouse.Because it is located in a severely cold place, there is no sunshine outside all year round, and the permafrost under the snow does not grow any grass, so the existence of the greenhouse is very precious.

Durmstrang's greenhouses are world-famous not only because it occupies a vast area, but each greenhouse is divided into extremely detailed areas according to different purposes and needs.Flowers, birds, fish and insects are divided into different categories, and the seasons change differently. There is even a special museum to raise a group of small magical animals that can only be seen in tropical areas.The greenhouse not only meets the needs of teaching, but also provides a good place for teachers and students to spend their spare time.

Just because it is a "monk" school, we should not underestimate the interest in life of Durmstrang's teachers and students. Even if there are no beautiful and attractive women to adjust the monotonous life, the flowers and plants in nature can still cultivate the body and mind.

In the two-story restaurant, Heimdall experienced the romantic aesthetics of European men.

The snowflakes and the vastness of the earth cannot be seen outside the huge Gothic windows.There is a vibrant tropical rainforest composed of various plants and colorful flowers - graceful and clever birds compete to display their colorful feathers in the jungle.

If he hadn't known in advance where his feet were, he would really have forgotten what night it is.

Although it was past lunch time, the students staying at the school still got together in groups of three and two to chat.

The appearance of the foursome has somewhat attracted some attention.

The entire restaurant is a building-in-building structure.In addition to the long dining table, there are scattered square or round small tables around it.Most students would prefer to sit at a small table where they can get closer to each other - the conversation is more intimate.The extra-long table in the center of the restaurant is set up for buffet, which provides a variety of staple food and refreshment cakes.You can sit down and eat it nearby, or serve it to other tables.

The four of them sat down at the long table, all kinds of delicacies were within easy reach.

Heimdall picked up a lamb chop, which rarely appeared on his staple menu.

"The food served in the school cafeteria can't please everyone, and some people prefer to stay in the dormitory," Bernick said.

"Going to bed hungry?"

"Of course not. The house-elves will ask them what menu they can safely eat."

Open a small stove? !The pure-blood admission model is advocated and practiced here, so is it not surprising that privilegeism appears?

After a while, Heimdall became happy again, thinking that he had finally got rid of Cheese's "Welsh Green Dragon"!

Just as he was stuffing the first mouthful of fresh and tender lamb into his mouth with great anticipation, a plate full of green leafy vegetables was placed in front of him impartially.

Heimdall's head shook.While comforting himself, he looked away pretending to be puzzled.

"A child with a partial eclipse will never grow taller."

The smile on Heimdall's face disappeared, and he glared at Bernick viciously.

The latter shrugged innocently and put on a embarrassed expression appropriate to the situation.

"Sorry, this is my sister's order. Given how scary she is, I have to obey."

The other two teenagers looked at each other in silence, and they both saw suppressed smiles in each other's eyes.

Heimdall quickly swallowed what was in his mouth, "Sister Ling?"

"Veronica Klum."

Seeing that the boy was still confused, Bernick further reminded, "My relatives and friends like to call her 'Neil'."

Heimdall stood up abruptly, his tone full of uncertainty, "Is that date freak your sister?"

Precise positioning, Bernick thought.

"Didn't she say that?"

Heimdall sat down a little displeased. "It turns out that the spies have been lurking by my side, it's too scary... No, it's so despicable that everyone is angry!"

Duncan didn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

"What's so funny?"

All sounds stopped abruptly.

Heimdall noticed that the faces of the three senior brothers darkened at the same moment.

The speaker seemed unaware, and sat down on the side of Victor talking to himself.His eyes, like his hair, are black, deep and ruthless as if they can't reflect the sun's rays. Against the backdrop of such eyes, the handsome facial features are blurred and dimmed, and the curve of the lips is gloomy. Eyes bold and haughty—

"Surprised to see three of them over the Christmas break. I thought I was dazzled when you came in."

Definitely not Russian.Heimdall pondered secretly.It's a pity that he still can't tell the difference between French and German, although they are fundamentally different.

Bernick was on alert as he listened.Although Duncan and Victor frowned displeasedly, they were not in a hurry to vent it.

"Are the three people's likings so similar?" The visitor's eyes were sly and cunning, and rashes appeared all over his body.He said slowly: "So similar that no matter what, they love each other and share the same thing?"

Bernick stood up abruptly.

"We have received your greeting, thank you. Now, Mr. Racalini, please leave." Low and dangerous warning.

The man smiled inexplicably.When he stood up, he said something in the direction of Heimdall, and walked away calmly.

"Did that sentence just say to me?" Heimdall turned around and asked.

Bernick's face became more gloomy. "Just pretend you don't know."

Actually I didn't know it.Heimdall shrugged and lowered his head to fight the vegetables.After a while, he felt the silence, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the students around him were tracking him with their eyes and ears... and the every move of the three seniors.

This gave Heimdall the urge to run away.

For the first time in two lifetimes, it was so beautiful.He moved his cheeks and chewed the "Welsh Green Dragon" sullenly.