HP's Foreign Land

"Ewen, what is special enrollment?"

After bidding farewell to the enthusiastic principal, the two returned to the experimental laboratory.

Benson put down the teapot in his hand, "Didn't they mention it to you?"

"Bernick and the others? No." Heimdall thought for a while and said, "Can't I know?"

Benson shook his head when he heard this, and said after taking a sip of hot tea, "Maybe they just want to protect you. After all, this is not a matter of honor. In the eyes of honest wizards, the special admissions system is even obscene and unspeakable. A cancer that Durmstrang should have exhumed."

"so serious?"

"How do you feel about flirting with underage prostitutes in public?"

Heimdall choked, and he put the cup back on the table with lingering fear.

Benson said amusedly, "It's crazy, isn't it?"

Can this be described as crazy?This is a crime.

"You mean that the special enrollment system is the system of taking care of minors?"

"It's almost the same, but there are differences." Benson admired his quickness in drawing inferences from the bottom of his heart. "Nowadays, the Ministry of Magic of various countries has laws on the protection measures for underage witches. Some regulations are particularly strict. Once violated, there is no need for trial. It is a capital crime. It is a taboo for minors to be kept in the magic world. From the high officials to the common people, they are afraid to avoid them." Not enough. And then," he paused suddenly. "You also know that our society is like this. When a model is suppressed, a new model will immediately emerge to replace the previous one."

Heimdall suddenly thought of the group of people in front of the clock tower, and said cautiously: "Replace the girl with a boy?"

Benson picked up the teapot again.

"Bold assumption, but absolutely correct."

"That is to say, the special enrollment refers to the boys in front of the clock tower?"

"The ones you see are called 'free-range,' and there is a public judging process, and only boys who are chosen in public can become special recruits in Durmstrang. There is also something called 'captive-raised', 'Captive breeding' can only be traded through an introducer, and it is relatively high-end and expensive, and ordinary wizards cannot afford it. Another point, 'captive breeding' is generally enrolled with the breeder, and does not need to be approved by the principal."

Heimdall now understood what the good man meant that day, which was unpleasant.

"Durmstrang allowed it? And in broad daylight?"

"The fact is that this system has been working for hundreds of years, and as long as there are breeders, I think it will continue to work."

# # #

"Mr. Heimdall Strulusson?"

Just after leaving the experimental laboratory, someone stopped him.

Heimdall blinked and turned to look at the stranger.This person spoke English with a strange tone and a strong accent. If you don't listen carefully, you really don't know what he said.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't dare to be that." The man politely took off his clothes, revealing a head with thinning hair.He was of medium height and a bit fat, with a round and plump face and a small neat mustache.The beard will bob up and down as he speaks, which looks very funny.

"This is Heath, Taylor Heath. It is an honor to serve you."

"I've never ordered takeout."

Hitz's face froze for a moment, and his smile almost fell off: "You are so humorous."

"I never joke around with strangers."

Perhaps it was the sternness in Heimdall's tone that provoked Hitz, and he immediately took a step closer and said, "I know it's very presumptuous of me to come here this time, and I must have disturbed you—"

Heimdall interrupted decisively, "Goodbye."

"Wait!" He hastily pulled him back, and Heimdall gave Heimdall an undisguised look of annoyance. The man immediately released his palm as if it was hot, and said with a dry smile: "You don't know what I'm going to say next , if I knew you, I would never allow myself to be so unreasonable."

This is a bit serious.Heimdall raised one eyebrow, and stared blankly at him.His actions invisibly created pressure on the other party, and cold sweat broke out from the man's back.

The man subconsciously touched his mustache and told himself that the other party was just a ten-year-old child.He calmed down and said: "When I learned that Durmstrang finally appeared as a candidate again after many years, I was very excited. I told myself that another genius was born!"

Heimdall said thank you dryly, due to the flattering eyes of the other party.As if if he didn't do something, their conversation would stall, and he certainly didn't want it to turn out that way.

The man's chants are lengthy and cumbersome, and his proficiency makes one suspect that he has recited them countless times.

Heimdall calmly reminded: "Please make a long story short."

The man was choked when he heard the words, swallowed his throat, then pulled out a disgusting smile, and said in a serious and mysterious way: "Mr. Edda Bonasera wants to know you." Listening to the tone, it seems that he is Carrying some peerless treasure, and Heimdall is the lucky one who will see it quickly.

Heimdall glanced at him with half-closed eyes, and said decisively, "Sorry, I'm not interested."

I didn't expect things to become a big mess.

The next day, as soon as Heimdall entered the cafeteria, before his butt touched the chair, students kept coming up to give him thumbs up.

"So much personality! Well done!"

"That Ada whose eyes are higher than the top should have been taught a lesson long ago!"

"Heath must have lost a lot of hair again."

……

Various languages ​​lingered in his ears, making him dizzy.As soon as he looked up, he saw the surprised eyes of the three senior brothers.

Bernick frowned, "Taylor Heath looked for you?"

"Yesterday, in the corridor of the experimental laboratory."

"You didn't mention it."

Heimdall asked strangely: "Is this matter worth making a fuss about?" I really don't understand, isn't it just that he rejected a bustard who wanted to recommend ducks to him, and the whole school made a fuss like crazy.

"It's nothing worth caring about." Victor said lightly.

"Hey, other people don't think so." Duncan suddenly opened his eyes wide, and raised his chin to signal Heimdall to pay attention behind him.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the entrance of the restaurant in unison, and the noise gradually subsided.

Duncan joked, "Look what you've done."

Heimdall was extremely surprised, and whispered in disbelief, "I thought I rejected a boy."

"He is a male, your cognition is not wrong."

But... Heimdall hesitated.For the first time, he saw the so-called "male and female" beauty with his own eyes.

The charming blue eyes of the blond beauty swept around, and the moment she saw him, she strode over aggressively.Only when he got close to him did Heimdall realize that this beauty was not charming at all, and his height even surpassed him.Except for a face that is too beautiful, there is no trace of a woman's personality in him.

"How dare you reject me? Let me tell you, no one can reject me!" Hard words spit out from his mouth one by one, a kind of grief and annoyance after being humiliated, and more shock.

Heimdall had no choice but to put down the spoon, "That only shows that you haven't contacted enough people."

"Are you laughing at my shallow knowledge?"

"I didn't say that."

"That's what you mean!" The blond beauty calmed down, and then put on a condescending and considerate tone, "I know, some people like to say one thing on the surface and another behind the scenes, for the sake of the family Or their own reputation they have to do this, I have seen this kind of thing a lot, I think I can forgive you."

Duncan and Bernick quietly exchanged an unbearable look.

"However," the beauty wasn't going to let him go. "You caused my reputation to suffer, you are responsible, you must be responsible."

Heimdall thought maliciously: It's not "reputation", but "business".

"What do you want me to do?"

"A public apology. Let the whole of Europe know that you express your sincerest apologies to Ida Bonasera for your inappropriate actions."

Duncan sneered.

The beauty raised her chin in protest.

"If you want me to apologize, I will say sorry to you now. However, I will never do what you think, it is impossible."

The beautiful blue eyes suddenly widened, as if they had heard some terrible news: "Why? I'm already like this...you're so ignorant!"

"As you said," Heimdall pushed away the empty plate, stood up and said, "For the sake of the family and my own reputation, of course I can't do what you proposed. And..." His gray eyes sparkled: "You can't put the same shoe on every foot."

The beauty was blocked by what she said, and coupled with the other party's unceremonious and sarcastic tone, she couldn't hold back her face.He turned around angrily, and before leaving, the beauty roared with a livid face, "You idiot who doesn't know what's good and what's wrong! Don't think I'll let it go! I'll definitely repay you twice the insult I received today!"

Everyone's eyes followed the golden light obsessively until they could no longer see it.

Heimdall frowned in extreme annoyance.He refused to hire a prostitute, and in the end he was pointed at by the prostitute and scolded.

How crazy!

"Today's lunch was terrible." He said lazily, "I watched a farce and became the main character." Heimdall noticed that the atmosphere in the cafeteria was extremely tense, as if he had done something lawless.Maybe he should have pushed the beauty to the ground and beat him up just now, which not only relieved his anger but also satisfied everyone's expectations.

"It's more than that, you've already offended the person you can't offend in this school." Edmund sat down on the empty seat beside him with a glass of apple juice.

"You mean his harsh words? The whole school heard it."

"Of course not!" Edmund's eyes widened in disbelief. "You don't know Edda Bonasera from the second grade?"

Heimdall said: "I didn't know that the British Minister of Magic was Mr. Cornelius Fudge until I was nine years old. Is that guy important enough to be compared with the Minister of Magic?"

Bernick let out a sigh of relief: "Edmund, Rigg was born in England and grew up in England. To be precise, his life circle is all concentrated on the island of Great Britain, not the continent of Europa."

After hearing this, Edmund downed all the apple juice in one breath, put down his glass and said, "Then let me remind you, there are many loyal followers of Ada in this school, you'd better prepare early."

"what to prepare?"

"fighting."

"..."

"Rig."

"what's up?"

"You have been speaking German since just now?"

"Yes."

"Then sign this paper."

"what?"

"A list of applications to join VK, don't worry, I can approve your membership on the spot."

"..."

# # #

"I've heard about it." Director Benson said while moving his tools and materials, "You are really capable of causing trouble, and you made such a big commotion before you officially entered the school."

"It's not that I think so." Heimdall said aggrievedly: "If a person is unlucky, drinking water will be stuffed between the teeth."

"Bonasera is more lethal than plain water, be careful not to stab your throat."

"It's business as usual so far, maybe he's just talking about it."

"That's because you don't know Bonasera, he's not a good talker."

"Isn't it just a special recruit who is eager to climb the dragon and become a phoenix? How big a wave can he make? He will be promoted to the third grade next year. Is it necessary to haggle over every detail with a first-grade kid? He should thank Britain, which advocates gentleman education, if I He's a savage, and he's been grabbing him by the neck and hitting the wall."

"He is not an ordinary special recruit." Benson felt that it was necessary to teach this kid a lot of knowledge: "Although Ada Bonasera was recruited in the name of a special recruit, he is different from those boys. .Historically, the Bonasera family prospered in Sicily, and the family power once spread throughout Italy. Although it was defeated later, its influence is still deeply rooted. Nowadays, almost all the prominent figures in the Italian magic world are the godfather and protector of Ada. people."

Sicily?godfather?Oh, he knows that.Heimdall naturally thought of Marlon Brando and Al Pacino...

"According to what you said, why is he a nobleman who can call the wind and rain, why is he still enrolled in the name of special enrollment?"

"I heard that he asked for it himself. It's quite complicated, and it's inconvenient for outsiders to discuss it..."

Heimdall opened a Russian version of Transfiguration textbook, and said seriously: "I will lick the leather shoes of this Italian prince, provided that he transforms himself into Audrey Hepburn."

"Who is that?"

The boy raised his eyebrows and laughed to himself.