HP's Foreign Land

Durmstrang loves Quidditch, and the three seniors are highly skilled and flexible members of the school team. They have visited many countries and regions in Europe on behalf of the school.In particular, Victor Krum, a genius Seeker who is known as a once-in-a-century talent, is the "cash cow" of the principal Karkaroff, bringing back a lot of medals and reputation for the school and the principal himself.

Historically, Durmstrang College has been expanded three times, and the funders are all the most influential dignitaries at that time.Maybe this is what Igor Karkaroff is planning. The famous Victor Krum is likely to surpass the previous record. The fourth expansion of Durmstrang is just around the corner.

With such impressive results, coupled with the principal's "endorsement of love", more than half of the students in this school are fans of Victor, and the majority are in the lower grades.

Edmund, who lives in room 019, is one of them.He is one year younger than Senior Brother San. After seeing Victor's heroic appearance on the field, he joined the ranks of fans without hesitation, and even took the lead in forming VK (short for Viktor-Krum), the current team leader.Whenever Victor participates in the competition, even if he travels across the ocean, he will go to the scene to cheer. He is really a hardcore.

Edmund is a very interesting person, he can't help jumping up and down at the slightest excitement, and everyone attributes this to his Latin blood-a passionate Spaniard.

When Heimdall saw him for the first time, he was waving a large banner from side to side, shouting at them from afar.Afterwards, I learned that the head of the fan club was showing their newly made cheering flags to the idols for their review.

What Edmund has done most at school is to grow his team, which is why the lower divisions are by far the majority.He didn't feel ashamed to invite seniors. It is said that the seniors in West Tower behave strangely and have perverse personalities, and they have become worse in recent years. If they can be avoided as much as possible, South Tower and East Tower have become the targets of his frequent running.Basically, the two freshmen after him have all been "brainwashed", and many people have been recruited before and after.

Taking it for granted, this green seedling of Heimdall has naturally become his latest goal - he would rather kill by mistake than let it go.

As long as there is an opportunity, Edmund spares no effort to promote their VK concept of running a group.In short, everything starts from the idol, regardless of winning or losing, and firmly supports to the end, testing and developing VK in every game.Idols are always invincible, if you lose, you win.

Heimdall was rather unimpressed by this. "After all, it is a stereotyped personality cult, which is neither objective nor healthy."

The Spaniard got anxious when he heard this, so it was fine if the kid didn't respond, but he actually belittled it.

"Join us quickly so that it feels like you're alive. (de)"

"Sounds like a cultist. (de)"

"I say Rig—(de)"

"I don't understand, I don't understand..." Heimdall quickly picked up the Russian book, and the old god shook out of the restaurant.At this time, the new semester has passed two months, and the simple German is already catchy, but the articulation of words still needs to be improved.

"He can't always be like this. (de)" Edmund shouted at Victor and the others in frustration, "use this excuse every time he slips away." , It will fail sooner or later if this continues, and it will be up to you when the time comes!" The head of VK's confidence was frustrated, and he couldn't swallow this breath without saving face.

Victor, who was the fuse, was naturally inconvenient to speak.Although he knew that there was a team in the school that was chasing him, he never thought of such a large scale. He felt that he should find an opportunity to talk to Edmund. This is not an option. After all, this is a magic school, not a utilitarian Quidditch country. organize.

Duncan struggled with his scarf steak and said: "Rigg has been receiving intensive training from Alvin Benson for the past two months. The high-load brain operation is easy to cause mental stress. Your 'great' 'The plan should be postponed, at least until this semester."

Bernick hurried to chime in, "Don't let people in the school find a reason to gossip. Chasing the back of a ten-year-old boy's head is not admirable behavior. For your VK, restrain yourself."

Edmund was unwilling to say anything, so he forked a piece of carrot cake and stuffed it into his mouth, humming vaguely, "Let's see how he escapes after September!"

Bernick and Duncan sighed in their hearts at the same time: Rigg (baby), oh Rigg (baby), I have done my best to you, so please do it yourself.

# # #

"Meet the principal?"

"Yes, I have already said hello beforehand."

"That's why I changed my clothes in a hurry?!"

"It's a tradition." Benson bent down and straightened the tie of his robe for him - a tree-shaped dark flower pattern was embroidered on the bow tie.

Heimdall rushed back to the East Tower to change into this silver-gray robe with excellent texture and fabric, because Benson insisted on making him wear a formal wizard robe.Is it doubtful that Igor Karkaroff is worth his labors?

Putting on a heavy cloak with light-colored fur on the collar and cuffs, the two left the [Experimental Research Laboratory].

Since entering the school, Heimdall has not seen the principal in person.On the day Rommel sent him here, he planned to meet the headmaster, but because Bernick finally caught up with the plan, the meeting with the headmaster was dropped.This more or less reflects the mentality of the father-seeing or not seeing is the same!

What puzzled him most was Rommel's "humorous" comment before his departure: "I haven't seen him for a while, but Karkaroff has gone up."

The principal's office is located in the bell tower at the top of the castle.Thanks to the wise words of the first principal that "death teaches everything", every subsequent term has never moved from the nest.Since the establishment of Durmstrang School, even though it has been expanded and renovated three times, the principal's office still stands on the top of the bell tower in Efeng Chuyun.I don't know if I want to use this to face the fear of death, or to race against the passing time.

Benson led him through a winding path.Today is a rare good weather, dark clouds and cold wind finally thought of taking a break.For Durmstrang, which does not see the sun all year round, it can be called good weather without snow.Even if the sun is still shy of seeing people behind thick clouds, even if the temperature outside is as harsh as it is.No more snowflakes in the sky is enough to attract students to go outdoors.

Benson stopped suddenly at the end of the path.

Because of his stature, Heimdall was obscured by a giant fern that was almost half his head taller, so he had no way of knowing what was happening in front of him.

"what happened?"

"We didn't catch up with the time." Benson said angrily, "It seems that Mr. Principal is very busy today, and we are not his only guests."

"Let's go." He gestured to Heimdall to move on.

With the doubt of "Why didn't catch up with the good time", Heimdall followed behind silently.Without the hindrance of the ferns, he saw the majestic clock tower and the crowd gathered in front of the giant arch.A large open space was cleared in front of the bell tower, and several Corinthian stone pillars stood scatteredly on it—with all kinds of pegasus carved on the capitals.Looking around, the whole open space looks like a small square.People stood together in twos and threes, talking about the mountains with ease.He also noticed certain peculiarities. Each small group had a boy about his own age, and the boy would be surrounded by several senior students, or one or more.The expressions of these people are also very strange, but I can't tell where the reason is—everything is weird.

"It's shameful! It's not cattle trading that they are messing around with such crap in broad daylight!"

Heimdall was extremely surprised, because the room chief rarely spoke violently.

At a place ten steps away from the group of people, Benson left Heimdall behind and went up to find the way by himself.Before he left, he explained in a serious manner that if a stranger came to talk to him, he must not answer him.

Heimdall agreed with the obedience of a ten-year-old child.

Looking at the surrounding environment, I immediately found a bulge buried in snow, stepped forward and patted it with my hand, it was a stone.He pulled out his wand and cast a heat spell, melting the white snow covering it until the black rock mass inside was exposed.

It was uncomfortable to sit on, it was hard and cold, and it hurt my butt.

"Look, there's one more missing here. (de)"

Heimdall found that the voice was very close to him, and looked up towards the source of the voice.A student broke away from the original small group and walked towards him.After the student met him, his eyes suddenly brightened, and then he looked at him with a look that can be called inferior. Heimdall was disgusted——Look at the honey like a bear——If honey has a feeling, it must taste like This is now.

"Little thing, why are you hiding here? (De)"

The uninvited guest stretched out his hand, and Heimdall flicked his head.Then he stood up quickly and retreated into the path.At the same time, a thought flashed across him, and he seemed to have a little understanding of what these people were doing.At the same time, I felt unbelievable for my own thoughts-this is a school, a place to receive education and knowledge, and there will be no such dirty things.But Benson's words were still in his ears, Heimdall smacked his lips, and subconsciously took three steps back.

The uninvited guest's face showed anger, and the originally handsome face had twisted and vicious signs.

"Look at you, don't you want to catch big fish? Tell you, those big fish never come here, they have a lot of skills. You 'free-range' people, don't try to climb high branches, you should be matched with whatever status treatment, especially in Durmstrang! (de)”

"Cuco, that's great. You actually said a very logical sentence. Professor Manco will cry with joy. (De)"

The yelling boy named Cuco froze and turned around slowly.

"Is he yours? (De)" There was a strange look on Cuco's face.

"No. (de)" Benson waved to Heimdall, and then said, "I advise you, don't provoke him, you will regret it. (de)"

Cuoco grinned sinisterly, "He's just a 'free ranger'. Everyone has a chance. (de)"

"That's all I have to say." Benson shrugged and pulled Heimdall away calmly.Heads held high, they made their way through the frenzied crowd engaged in some kind of shady business—let's just say it—into the bell tower.

"Did you understand what he said?" Benson asked before climbing the stairs.

"...I can choose not to understand."

"The right choice."

# # #

The door of the principal's office is a huge scroll of views of Durmstrang Castle.What is shown in the picture is not Durmstrang in reality, but in fantasy—green mountains and green waters, dense mist, flowers and trees on the grass in the foreground, colorful butterflies dancing, and everything revived and thriving. The symphonic poem suite of spring.

"Ice cave cellar."

The moment Benson read out the command, Shengchun turned into midwinter in the blink of an eye, and the whole picture scroll suddenly fell into an ice cave, forming a thick layer of solid ice.

"Let's go." Benson walked into the ice first and disappeared.

Heimdall touched his nose and followed.

Neat and strict office, the room is very warm.

There are heavy curtains hanging in front of the three floor-to-ceiling windows, and the old-fashioned furniture with a long history emits a steady light under the reflection of the fire. The huge cast iron crystal chandelier on the ceiling does not work, it just hangs there as a decoration.There is a thick carpet underfoot, and the pattern on it is a map of the Durmstrang campus.

Heimdall had no spare time to visit the principal's office carefully.Because as soon as he entered the door, there were three joint trials waiting for him.Igor Karkarov was sitting behind his desk in a light shorts and trousers. There were other people in the room. To be precise, there were four other people besides the principal.These four people were sitting on four armchairs, two men and two women, looking at him impartially, with scrutiny and exploration in their eyes.

Well, he admits that today's hair color is a bit of an understatement—a groundbreaking grape purple.

To Heimdall's surprise, the "good-hearted person" he had met before was also among them, and he was also on an equal footing with the principal. Could it be that he is some kind of dignitary or relative?After all, Karkaroff's penchant for currying favor with those in power was a well-known secret throughout the school.

Among the two men and two women, he only knew Professor Laura Manko, who taught the history of magic, except for the kind people.Heimdall once took one of Bernick's classes with her, but because of language problems, it was so difficult that she never went again.

"He is your recommended successor? (De)" Although Karkaroff has white hair and is not impressive, he has a warm and melodious voice that does not match the severe cold weather.

"Yes, Professor. (De)" Benson nodded.

The kind-hearted man spoke suddenly.English is used. "Isn't this a small animal from 026?"

"Mr. Lacarini knows?" The principal immediately adapted to the change and switched languages.

"I've seen it twice." The kind-hearted man raised his eyebrows and looked at Benson. "Are you sure you didn't miss it?"

It's inexplicable to change Benson now. "Of course." He said affirmatively.

The well-meaning man suddenly laughed, with a hint of malice. "The current special enrollment is promising."

Special admissions?

The big clock outside the door rang dramatically.When the clock struck thirteen, there was a dead silence in the room.

Benson rubbed his temple exaggeratedly: Rigg, Rigg, what have you done? Why do they all think that you are not a "lawful" person?

"Ewen, you know the rules. (De)" Even though the tone was slightly dark, the headmaster's voice still sounded smooth.

"Mr. Principal, I think I need to make a point—(de)" Before Benson could finish speaking, Professor Manke interjected slightly impolitely. "How could he be a special recruit? Mr. Bernick Klum introduced to me that this boy is a relative of their family. The Krum family has fallen to such a state? Absolutely impossible! (German)"

A wizard in navy blue robes disagrees. "Don't forget, the Krum family is not a top wizarding family in Europe, at most it is a middle class. (Germany)"

"It doesn't matter if it's not top-notch, their family's history can withstand scrutiny and is thicker than those pretentious wizard families!" (Germany)" Since the teaching is the history of magic, Professor Manke naturally does his part when it comes to historical issues.

"That's fine, both of you. Temporarily truce. Since Mr. Benson has something to say, let him finish first."

Who is the real authority in this school?It was not the principal Karkaroff who came out to smooth things over, but a well-meaning person. Those two bickering professors actually followed his example and shut up.

Heimdall thinks the well-meaning man did it on purpose because he has been speaking in a language he understands.

Benson was not in a hurry to express his opinion at the moment, he turned to look at Heimdall.

"How did the elders in your family introduce you at school?"

"Heimdall, or Rig."

"What's your last name?"

Heimdall raised an eyebrow when he heard this, "Is it important?"

Benson laughed.

In fact, this matter is quite oolong.When the three seniors introduced Heimdall to the people around them, they generally only mentioned the name, especially Bernick, who simply introduced the nickname directly, so that many students in Dongta still don't know that Lige is actually a nickname.Due to the language barrier, the scope of daily activities is already self-limited, and as a preparatory student, there is a layer of separation from ordinary students.Students who can't speak English generally don't talk to him, and those who can speak English don't pay attention to the last name. Besides, no matter whether they call "Rig" or "Heimdall", he will respond.All of this leads to the fact that Heimdall's full name is like an electric fan in a box, only hearing the blades turn but not blowing.

Benson said: "Professors and classmates, the person in front of you is not a special student, but a preparatory student."

Preparing to give birth to three words made everyone dumbfounded.

"If he is a preparatory student, why don't I know?" The principal was the first to attack. "Without my approval, the school can't have any prep students!" Since the last prep student graduated, Durmstrang has not recruited a prep student for many years.

"Don't get angry, let him introduce himself." Benson made a gesture of invitation to Heimdall.

How could Heimdall, who was always paying attention to the changes in the situation, not know his hint, and immediately said clearly: "The principal, and all the professors and classmates here, my name is Heimdall Strulusson. (Germany)" In a word, he recited it most proficiently.

The headmaster suddenly stood up, "Sturlusson?"

"Yes, Mr. Headmaster."

The headmaster was silent for a while, and suddenly walked around the desk and stood in front of him, leaning forward with eager eyes and saying, "Your father is..."

Why do they always like to ask him who Lao Tzu is.Heimdall replied calmly, "My father is Rommel Strulusson."

Karkaroff couldn't hide his excitement, and continued to ask, "That means Snow Sturlusson is yours..."

"uncle."

"Oh, yes, a Sturluson, then there is no need to get my approval." Igor Karkaroff wanted to hug Heimdall tightly and kiss him twice, but his reason didn't let him do that. Done, he turned to Alvin Benson, his admiration palpable.

He patted the top student on the shoulder. "Good job Ivan, good job!"

Benson was prepared for this, and he calmly smiled back, "It should be."

"I've never heard that Rommel Sturluson has a son. (Germany)" The kind-hearted person's words seemed to pour cold water into his head, and the headmaster was so heartbroken.

"You can ask the two young masters of Krum's family to verify it. (De)" Benson said in a nonchalant manner: "If you still feel unreliable, I suggest you write directly to the Finnish Ministry of Magic and tell Mr. Stulusson Someone pretended to be his son to cheat food and drink in Durmstrang. (de)”

The kind-hearted man raised the corner of his mouth mockingly after hearing this, and said no more.

Benson said: "Mr. Principal, look at this... (de)"

"Of course there is no problem, there is no problem at all." Karkaroff agreed, and he looked at Heimdall, "It is a matter of course for the Sturlusson family to inherit the experimental laboratory. No one has reason to object."

Is it approved?

Heimdall said loudly in German, "Thank you, Mr. Principal."

A short sneer sounded in his ear—it was the "good-hearted man".

Heimdall mouthed "FUCKYOU" from an angle that only the mocker could see.