HP's Foreign Land

The business scope of Pig's Head Bar is actually very wide. The first floor is a bar, and the second floor is a hotel. Compared with the outstanding peer in the same village, the Three Broomsticks Bar, it has an additional function of being able to accommodate people. Unfortunately, the actual passenger flow here is a fraction of others. .

Everyone in Durmstrang stepped on the creaking stairs to the second floor, and what they saw before them was a twisted, tube-shaped corridor like an earthworm. The widest part was about two meters, and the walls on both sides were irregularly wavy. Extending to the end of the darkness, dilapidated wooden doors are scattered on the two mottled walls, appearing and disappearing with the arching or recessing of the walls.Some doors face each other across a corridor less than one meter because the walls on both sides are arched at the same time, and the doors are designed to open outwards. If the residents of two rooms open the doors at the same time, Surely no one can get out or get in...

A few cockroaches crawled past the feet, and some wall dust fell from the khaki-colored walls. A smell of rotten eggs drilled into the nose from time to time. I don't know where it came from. The top of the head The glass chandelier was flickering, illuminating the contours of the faces clearly and unevenly. Everyone in Durmstrang had a deep facial features like a knife, but they always looked a little ghostly.The color of the lampshade is an impenetrable mystery. Heimdall thinks it is green, but Victor thinks it is navy blue.

Bernick sighed: "Let's go into the room and have a look." Not knowing if it's too late to check out, Mr. Captain is a little distressed.

Under the unfavorable external conditions, everyone basically had no expectations for the connotation. Bernick pushed open the door closest to the stairs, and the situation inside made everyone heave a sigh of relief.Fortunately, although you don't expect a presidential suite, at least it's standard.

Bernick took a look at the clean and bright room, and waved his hand decisively: "Go shopping! Speed!"

Heimdall followed Daliu Hulala down the stairs and was stopped when he reached the door. The boyfriend stood in front of the door and turned around to look at him. Heimdall blinked blankly.

The boyfriend scratched Heimdall's chin like teasing a small animal: "You don't want to go."

"Why?" Heimdall raised his eyebrows, why should he marginalize me?

The boyfriend laughed: "Black, white, gray, isn't it?"

Heimdall nodded.

The boyfriend said: "This is the end, anyway, you don't have any requirements for the color, I just buy it for you according to the color, so why are you going? Stay in the bar and eat something, it's not good to rest ?"

It sounds reasonable. Heimdall's preferences are indeed as Victor said, as long as the color is right, he will give it casually. Victor has a deep understanding of Heimdall's "color blindness" attribute.Under the affectionate flickering of her boyfriend, Heimdall watched the school team members leave together, and stayed in the bar to eat, drink and rest.

After arriving at the small bluegrass shop introduced by Aberforth, Bernick glanced at the various bed sheets hanging on the shelf, pointed to a striped one among them and said, "Black, white, gray?"

Victor turned a blind eye, picked up a piece of lake-blue fabric under the owner's gracious smile, and said calmly: "There is a situation called 'out of stock'."

Bernick glanced at him, but didn't say anything, and for some reason, he suddenly felt sympathy for Heimdall.

***

"If you're going to the Pig's Head Pub, you'd better bring your own cup." Professor Flitwick, the dean of Hogwarts' Ravenclaw College, once warned his students, but it's a pity that Heimdall came from far away Dems Trang, there was no chance to comprehend the spirit, and the strategy that the Pig's Head Bar has always pursued is not to kill the familiar but to deceive the living. Therefore, when Heimdall asked the shopkeeper to order food from Aberforth, Aberforth threw him a glass of wine. butter beer.

Under the insufficient light, the mouth of the cup can still emit a little bit of dazzling white light. Heimdall looked at the greasy cup with uneven walls and obvious color difference, and couldn't drink it. He felt sincere admiration Played the powerful stomach function of British wizards.

Heimdall took a peek at Professor Katenen, who was sitting opposite him. He was chatting with the shopkeeper, and he never raised any dietary needs from the beginning to the end. This person has already understood the spirit.

Seeing this, Heimdall didn't dare to drink that thing anymore, so he moved to the side without saying a word, trying to take advantage of the shopkeeper's unpreparedness and wait for an opportunity to escape outside for food.

"Is it not to your appetite?" Aberforth suddenly looked at Heimdall, who had to sit upright and stare ahead under his gaze.

Heimdall didn't know what to say, so he smiled silently.

Aberforth's gray beard twitched, his eyes darkened suddenly, and he was unhappy: "Of course I can't compare with the Three Broomsticks here. That woman likes to delve into other people's preferences, and the guests who come to the door still like her, no It’s just that the face is more beautiful, the figure is more beautiful, and the voice is more artificial! Only that idiot Fudge is willing to come to the door every day to give away Jin Galleon for free!”

Heimdall was dumbfounded, and was angered out of nowhere. He didn't know what the three brooms were.

"Aberforth, you are already attacking personally." Professor Katenen said in a neutral tone.

Aberforth turned a deaf ear and continued to "take out the trash" at Heimdall: "Do you know that Muggles have a small pill that can make people's brains go crazy and hallucinations after taking it?"

Heimdall shook his head and said that he didn't know, guessing in his heart, did he mean drugs?

Aberforth didn't care about Heimdall's answer at all, he just needed a platform to connect the past and the future: "I suspect Fudge is taking a lot of this pill!" The tone was very serious.

"We are foreigners." Professor Katenin interrupted suddenly. "It is inconvenient to discuss in public the health of your Minister for Magic and his... mental state."

Aberforth rolled his eyes without hesitation, there were only three people here, and they were in public. "Look how annoying this man is," said Aberforth to Heimdall. "I can't enjoy chatting with him, but I always like to throw cold water on others. To put it nicely, I am doing my own thing to prevent disasters and reduce harm. To put it bluntly, your Principal Katenen is a hypocrite who plays tricks!"

Katenen said something that puzzled Heimdall: "They changed their rhetoric again?"

"Yes, this is the latest evaluation of you by the wizarding police force in France," Aberforth tapped the table with his thin fingers. "The French have always liked to show their uniqueness and generosity. Congratulations, this is the first country in more than [-] years to decide to withdraw the arrest warrant."

"Actually, it's been a long time since I stopped burning, killing and looting." Professor Katenen turned his face and sighed to Heimdall who was already stunned, with a tangled expression on his face. "Look, how stingy these countries are, half a century has passed and they are still chasing after me."

Heimdall couldn't help thinking about what kind of feats someone had created back then, so that the police forces of various countries refused to give up on his record and investigation for decades.Heimdall naturally thought of Grindelwald, and couldn't help being agitated. After holding back, he still couldn't help asking: "Are you and Grindelwald..." The last half of the sentence just couldn't be said, comrade-in-arms?Comrade?partner?alliance?

"Why should I have anything to do with him?" Professor Katenen laughed, as if Heimdall's question was ridiculous. "Seriously, Grindelwald and I should be regarded as competitors in the same industry. You don't know, it's because he made too much trouble back then, and we were all backgrounded by being mixed up with him. Thinking about it, I feel wronged. Wizards in Europe only remember that there was Grindelwald back then, as if a dark wizard named Grindelwald was born on the continent of Europa in that century."

Heimdall was speechless for a while, feeling his throat was a bit dry, so he picked up the cup in front of him, drank it, and then sprayed it.

The strong smell of garlic mixed with the faint smell of mutton reverberates in the nasal cavity...

Seeing this, Aberforth had no intention of introspection at all. He raised his big hand, and the overturned glass stood up, and the wine that had been spilled all over the table and the floor was covered with water, and it was completely collected at the bottom of the glass.

After Heimdall choked, he coughed earth-shatteringly. Professor Katenin patted Heimdall's back lightly, and asked worriedly if Heimdall's discomfort was relieved. More conscientious.

After Heimdall calmed down and his cough subsided, Professor Katenen looked at him and said with a smile, "You don't take it seriously, do you?"

"Fake?" Heimdall looked a little dumbfounded.

"What do you think?" Professor Katenen still smiled, swiped lightly, and asked the question again.

Heimdall choked, and his throat started to itch again. "It's fine if it's fake, it's fine if it's fake." Heimdall murmured repeatedly like Xianglin's wife, but he thought in his heart, fake?Go to hell!

Professor Katenen smiled and touched Heimdall's head, then turned to Aberforth and said, "How is it? This kid is very smart, right?"

Seeing the unconcealable love in Katenin's eyes, Aberforth sighed softly in his heart, and said quietly: "Do I still see the clever boy less often? Tell you boy," Aberforth said. Forth threatens Heimdall. "Those wizards with bad conduct are said to have been praised as 'smart' when they were young! For example, Grindelwald! For example, the sanctimonious old man in front of you! Another example is the mysterious man!"

"You were said to be very clever when you were young." Professor Katenen reminded.

"That's Albus, not me!" A resentful posture eager to get rid of the relationship.

"I heard someone calling my name."

Heimdall hurriedly looked back, only to see that the greatest wizard known as this century was standing at the door of the shop with a friendly expression.

Aberforth snorted coldly, got up and walked away without further ado, and got into the counter.

Heimdall was in a daze for a moment, thinking that Aberforth's appearance was a bit like the greatest wizard of this century...

Katenen was not surprised by Aberforth's behavior, picked up the cup that had been upside down and straightened it upright, and raised it to Dumbledore: "Rare customer, rare customer, do you want a drink?" It seemed that he was the owner of the shop. dispenser's.

Dumbledore nodded to Katenin. "I'm going to Honeydukes." After politely refusing, he turned to Heimdall. "Someone wants to see you, Mr. Sturluson."

"Mr. Principal, you are slapping yourself in the mouth." Professor Katenen propped his chin with his hand in a leisurely manner.

Dumbledore chuckled: "It is the headmaster's right to be inconsistent with words and deeds."

"Well said!" Katenin applauded vigorously without hesitation.

"Professor Dumbledore, may I ask who wants to see me?" Heimdall finally found a chance to interject.

"Of course you'll know when you see it." Presumably it's one of the principal's prerogatives to be secretive.

"The professor..." Heimdall looked at Katenen, asking for the teacher's opinion.

"Go." The latter nodded.

As a result, before going out, the school team members returned with a full load, all smiling, and it seemed that the shopping trip was quite enjoyable.

"Where are you going?" Victor spotted Heimdall blocking the door at a glance. Of course, he also saw the old man with silver hair and white beard.

"Someone wants to see me, and Professor Dumbledore is taking me there."

Dumbledore?Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?This name is resounding. I heard that he is a god-like figure in the hearts of British wizards. The members of the school team couldn't help but stand in awe, and stepped forward to express their respect.

Dumbledore still smiled kindly, and even sent an invitation to the school team members: "Do you want to go with us?"

"Where are you going?" the crowd asked.

"Honey Dukes, it is very popular among Hogwarts students." The old headmaster advertised with a smile.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, it was hard to refute his good intentions, after all, he was "the greatest of this century", so he expressed his willingness to go and have a look.

Ever since, after sending the purchased items back to their respective rooms, the group of people walked towards the candy shop, which is said to be very popular, under the leadership of the headmaster of Hogwarts.

On the way, the old principal asked Heimdall, "Is that cockroach skewer delicious?"

Heimdall was surprised that he still remembered, it seems that the nobleman does not necessarily forget things too much.

The expressions of everyone in Durmstrang were very tangled, but Heimdall nodded without hesitation, expressing that it was not unpalatable.

"It tastes like honey-grass chicken." He also shared his experience enthusiastically. "I heard that some countries in Southeast Asia still eat fried insects, such as fried locusts, fried crickets, etc. There are many varieties." In order to cope with the food crisis that may occur in the future, human beings are really doing their own crimes.

The old headmaster expressed his interest in giving it a try, so he reciprocated: "Honeydukes has recently released new varieties. I personally recommend ice mice and jelly slugs."

Heimdall immediately showed an eager look.

The members of Durmstrang's school team all cast helpless glances at Bernick: What should we do?We already want to go back...