HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall made up his mind to learn Russian.People around me have different views on this.

Duncan thinks that French is one of the most beautiful and beautiful languages ​​recognized in the world, which is extremely beneficial to court girls.His words sounded constructive, but Heimdall had rational reservations.Duncan was French, and of course he admired his own language.However, according to his own introduction, his French blood is not strong enough, because his father is half German and his mother is a quarter Italian.

Bernik is a language genius, he is not only proficient in Bulgarian, German, can speak English proficiently, but also speak French, Russian and Italian.Because of this, he can't give ideal advice, because Germany, Russia, and France make no difference to him, but he simply chooses one of the three.

Victor is a down-to-earth guy and his advice is down-to-earth - in German.The reason is simple.The German version of the textbooks used by Durmstrang has the widest coverage of all languages ​​and is the most affordable and convenient to buy.More importantly, teachers in Durmstrang generally teach in German. Although homework can be written in Russian or French, if you don't understand German, you don't even know the title of the homework.

German is something that every Durmstrang student should be proficient in, just like you have to be proficient in English to go to Hogwarts, and you must be proficient in French in Beauxbatons.

If I had known it would be today, I should have learned it in the UK.Heimdall said annoyedly: "It sounds difficult. That means I should give up other things and deal with German first."

Only Bernick doesn't see it that way."You can learn both together," he said.

Consider your IQ.Heimdall didn't respond.

Victor asked, "Why Russian?"

Because there is a basis.Heimdall twitched the corners of his mouth, full of nostalgia.In his previous life, he was first exposed to the Russian language, and then received English courses in the nine-year compulsory education.Since I was a child, the radio at home has been playing Soviet songs every day, such as "Evening on the outskirts of Moscow", "Holy War", "Song of the Communist Youth League", "Hawthorn Tree", etc., which have become bedside lullabies.

Relying on memory, Heimdall hummed a few lines of "Cranberry Blossoms".

After he finished singing, Bernick commented pertinently: "It is still very promising to work on Russian. In terms of rhythm—" He paused unnaturally, "Considering that you are still young, there is no rush. Not urgent……"

Heimdall was satisfied.Satisfied enough to ignore the tangled expression of the language genius when speaking.But the problem before him has not been solved. He still needs to learn German. While Russian is encouraged, he does not want to give up this language.How to do it?

Take out the fighting spirit of the college entrance examination.Both study together.

Merlin, help me!Although he doesn't know whether the great magician, who is King Arthur's best friend and advisor, can help him in learning foreign languages.Merlin bless!He still pinned his hopes on it.

Bernick generously lent Heimdall a book that is said to be very helpful for language learning——"Beryl Teaches You How to Learn Foreign Languages".The cover of the book is a beautiful witch who frequently conjures various letters with a magic wand.The meaningless sweet smile, the exaggerated mannerisms, and the chilling winks make up a female version of Gilderoy Lockhart.

When the language genius told him shyly, cherish it and don't dirty it, Heimdall silently put away the book, intending to choose an appropriate time to return it directly.

From that day on, learning foreign languages ​​became the focus of Heimdall's life.

He wrote this matter in a letter and sent it to every friend and family member who cared about him.Of course, it also described in detail his views on the new school and his yearning for future life.It also mentions all kinds of weird flora and fauna in the Durmstrang Greenhouse, including the amazing grass in Greenhouse 6 that can swallow a full-grown stag, and the deadly butterfly that can sing The siren narcissus...

He didn't intend to attract attention when he wrote this, and he didn't think any of his relatives and friends would be interested in these strange things.

He forgot one person.

Mad Girl - Luna Lovegood.

So when an email with the latest issue of The Quibbler arrived in Heimdall's hands, he didn't know he had become a contributor to the paper until he opened it.

Luna's reply was very sincere and sincere. She told him that there was no spare money in the family for her to explore the unknown, and she was happy that she had read this from his letter.She intercepted some passages from the letter and published them in The Quibbler (to avoid trouble, the author's name and location were withheld in advance), and the readers responded strongly.She hoped that he could contribute to "The Quibbler" for a long time, and if possible, it would be best to accompany some more vivid photos.

Heimdall took a moment to read The Quibbler, which had arrived from England.It has to be said that this paper is very...creative.Fortunately, the contents of his letter had not been deleted indiscriminately, which made Heimdall very comforted.

He considered Luna's request and thought it was feasible.And gave himself a pseudonym: Mr.Dragon·Li (Mr. Lihuamao)

After the reply was sent, it occurred to him that it was said that The Quibbler never paid its contributors.

...what a creative and daring publication.

# # #

In the hearts of students, vacations are always short-lived.

The new semester is just around the corner, and students of all grades are returning to their nests one after another.For a moment, Durmstrang seemed to be gnawing vines covered by dragon dung, creaking and commotion.

Durmstrang does not adopt a college system like Hogwarts, and its teaching mode is just like its name - Durmstrang College.The so-called specialization in arts is exactly what this "notorious" school advocates.

Of course there are compulsory courses in school, that's for sure.Black magic is one of the compulsory courses, that's for sure.

Heimdall doesn't think it's necessary for him to get in touch with these things too early. At this stage, he can't even read the textbooks.So when he practically asked the brothers what else to do besides learning the language, Bernick gave the following answer: "You can go to the elective classrooms first. It is said that the eight-year-old cousin Snow did that. of."

Each elective course in Durmstrang has its own fixed classroom.

In this school, in addition to studying black magic, discovering one's own hobbies is also the mainstream.Historically, Durmstrang has indeed produced many famous dark wizards, including Gillette Grindelwald, a legendary wizard who has always been at the top of the blacklist.But people ignore the other side of it. Durmstrang College has also cultivated a large number of leaders in various fields.Government officials, broomstick designers, garment manufacturers, authors, magical animal breeders, potions experts, internationally renowned Quidditch players, and the list goes on.

Only pay attention to what you want to pay attention to.People do it all the time.

# # #

Heimdall walked through the various classrooms one by one.In his hand, he held the name of the elective classroom for the English-German comparison written by Bernick.

The broomstick research room, the black magic creature research room, the magic injury research room, the magic plant research room, the magic wand research room, etc. are mainstream.There are also some uncommon ones, such as the potion bottle research room, the medal medal research room, the wizard chess design research room, and so on.

He even saw the centaur research room.

The Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control of the British Ministry of Magic has this office. It is said that the department has no staff and is in name only.Suppose you are transferred to the centaur office, which means you will be expelled from the Ministry of Magic.

He finally stopped in front of the [Experimental Research Laboratory].

Unscrewing the doorknob, the old door panel creaked open, and the inside was dark without a trace of light.

"Hello—"

The dark room was always silent.

I just look, just look.Thinking of this, he widened the angle of the door and poked half of his body in.

"If I were you, I would never run in without authorization. (De)"

The sudden voice made Heimdall almost scream.He turned around quickly and found that it was the uninvited guest he met in the cafeteria that day.

The speaker looked him up and down slowly, his eyebrows slightly raised, and his dark eyes were full of scrutiny.

Heimdall didn't like the look in the man's eyes, either at first sight or now. It reminded him of Dartmoor - the rough rocks exposed to the wind and rain, and the depths that lure the beasts and devour them. swamp.

"Why did the little animal of 026 come here? Durmstrang is not a place for you to hide and seek. (German)"

Heimdall nodded in salute, then turned to draw his attention back.

The people behind obviously didn't appreciate his impeccable gentleman's etiquette, and there was a mocking snort in his nose.

"According to the laws of nature, small animals with curiosity don't live long. Didn't those three upright companions warn you? (De)"

Heimdall turned around again.He took out a small book, opened it and stammered, "Where are the people here?"

The man stared at him in surprise.

Heimdall figured he must have rarely done that, because his face was so hard-lined.

"You don't speak German?"

Smart guy.Actually changed to English in an instant, not anything else.

"Yes, sir."

"Where did they find you?"

"them?"

"Krum, or Orville."

"I was not approached. Durmstrang, to be precise, attracted me."

There was a hint of confusion on the man's expression. "Your introducer asked you to come by yourself?"

Introducer? "You mean my father?"

The man's expression became even weirder, and the contempt was fleeting in his eyes. "The introducer is your father?"

Heimdall suddenly understood that their conversation had fallen into a strange circle.It is commonly known as the chicken talking with the duck.Immediately, he lost interest in continuing the conversation, and said in a dispirited manner, "Sir, can you tell me where the students in the experimental laboratory have gone?"

Maybe his slow tone angered the other party, and there was anger and more intense disdain in his dark eyes.

Well, if you don't disdain, don't disdain.Whatever came to his mind, Heimdall only wanted his answers.

Heimdall showed his impatience on his face, it was very obvious.

The flames in the black eyes were soaring vigorously, and the owner of the eyes held back for a long time before tightening his jaw. "He must be in the North Tower right now." Before his self-control was on the verge of collapse, he turned and left.

Heimdall stayed where he was for a while, guessing which way to go to the North Tower.

# # #

Very atmospheric place.It's a pity he didn't care to appreciate it.

Before leaving the castle, Heimdall cleverly cast a waterproof spell on himself, but the result was counterproductive. This spell actually increased the burden accumulated on his body, because the snow would not melt after touching his body.

The ruined walls were buried by thick snow, and the mountains were flying, all white.Visibility was not high in the heavy snow, but fortunately, the road under our feet was very clear, perhaps it had been cast by magic to prevent the students from getting lost.

As soon as he found that the door of the North Tower was close in front of him, he hurriedly rushed in.

The structure inside is similar to that of the East Tower - a version of a dangerous building.

The huge twisted body is divided into sections, the upper part is extremely dangerously suspended in the air, and the lower part is inserted askew on the ground.The loss of the magic barrier at the top of the tower exposed poor masonry.Because I can't see clearly from a distance, I can only vaguely see a few piercing holes that have collapsed above, and snowflakes outside the house are flying down through the holes.

The temperature inside was almost the same as outside, and it was dark.

Heimdall felt a lot better when he patted off the snow and found that his clothes were not damp.Maybe he should find a random room and light a fireplace... Just as he was thinking about this, a black shadow suddenly flickered in the corner of his eyes.As he turned, he drew his wand and cast a lumos.The white light shone beside the collapsed stairs, and a mass of black curled up on a stone, trembling slightly up and down.Looks very weak.

Heimdall narrowed his eyes.cat?

With a loud bang, a hole exploded in a wall on the third floor, and a broom flew out from it.Noisy yelling came from the hole in the wall.Then, a few students wearing Durmstrang's winter school uniforms appeared at the entrance of the cave, all of them were ashamed and embarrassed.They were too busy blaming others or yelling at each other to pay attention to the out-of-control broom.

Maybe they know that unless the broomsticks learn to do 180-degree maneuvers in the air, they won't be able to harm them.

The problem is that it endangers him down below.

Looking at the broom that was getting closer and moving at an astonishing speed, self-preservation prompted Heimdall to wave his wand, and blurted out the sound of "shattered bones" without thinking.The consequences can be imagined, the unstoppable weapon turned into powder in the blink of an eye, and scattered on the ground.

A sharp roar sounded.

The students at the upper hole screamed one after another. They stared at the pile of "dust" in horror, and various languages ​​appeared in turn.For a moment, Heimdall thought he was the father-killer of each of them.

There was a sudden pain in the palm. "Damn it!" He shook his hands vigorously.

The weak black thing suddenly and inexplicably attacked.Heimdall found that the outside of the palm was bleeding, and two rows of tiny bite marks were clearly visible.

The bite is really hard.

Just as he was about to teach that damned beast a lesson, the students on the third floor had already moved quickly to the bottom and approached him aggressively.

the fat is in the fire.He stood where he was consciously, swallowing his saliva.