HP's Foreign Land

The author has something to say: the black cat is not the old devil (the dark king is even more unreliable), since Grindelwald is dead, it is too immoral to dig him out of the graveyard (and this setting is too I have been trying to avoid lightning recently), it is a "super standard" magical animal.

Whether it is HP novels or people’s imagination of wizards before it was born, it can be seen that black cats are good partners of wizards, and witches depicted in many paintings will always be accompanied by black cats, so I decided to let Haier Also take the traditional route. The existence of the black cat has benefited Lige a lot. It knows a lot, and it can enlighten Haier more than textbooks. Something is seriously wrong.

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I thought Grindelwald died in 1945. In fact, he didn’t die. I’m here to correct it and apologize to everyone who read the article. The preparations before digging the pit are still not in place. I will pay more attention in the future. I’m very sorry 15 minutes later, Hai Mdar returned to the experimental laboratory.The cat is still there.Cozy up in front of the burning fireplace, under a ball of soft green silky cloth, his life is a bit too human for a mammalian chordate.

Moreover, that cloth is very familiar...

"My robe!" He screamed and rushed forward, and the black cat jumped away vigilantly.Heimdall picked up the rag-like robe—pleated and tucked into a prunes pile.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Bock...

"Look at what you've done! This is a gift from someone else!" He shook his robe and said through gritted teeth, "Didn't your master teach you what to do and what not to do?" Vegetables,” waving his fists threateningly. "I don't mind fixing you instead of him!"

[You can't ask too much of a cat. 】

Heimdall felt that it was still so arrogant, without the slightest hint of repentance.

"Since that's the case, let's look like a cat!"

"Meow--"

He narrowed his eyes: "...what do you want to say?"

【Didn't you ask me to look like a cat? 】

Heimdall let out a weak breath, and then mocked, "Thank you for remembering my words all at once." "Go back to where you came from. There are many places in school that are more suitable for you, but this is not included."

The black cat turned a deaf ear and stretched itself comfortably, with its long tail raised high, looking free and unruly.

The boy rolled his eyes because of this, Virtue, he really considers himself a human being.

[Is there anyone in the Black Magic Creature Lab? 】

"Yes." Heimdall twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly. "They told me very kindly that I was worrying too much." In fact, those "friendly" classmates slammed the gate directly in front of him. Calculated by acceleration, the toes must suffer.

【Not surprisingly.The students in that research room were always prone to nervousness, especially when a project was coming to an end, they would bite everyone, maybe they wanted to turn themselves into black magic creatures so as to get closer to the new research results. ] Heimdall raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "You seem to understand it very well."

The black cat circles lightly. [I was here a long time ago.Every brick, every crack, every groove, and the number of carvings on the handrails of the corridor, I know exactly how precious it is. 】The wild cats inhabiting the school? "what's your name?"

[...I don't have a name. 】

Heimdall said hesitantly: "May I ask, are you a cat?" But as far as he knows, Animagus does not have the function of 'brain waves'.

The black cat was meowing, but Heimdall thought it was laughing. It felt weird, he knew it, but he felt it that way.

【Tell me what you saw? 】

"A... black cat that ruined my robe!" Thanks to Merlin, he remembered the unpleasant incident again.Heimdall picked up the books that had been placed on the table before, and walked towards the door.

【Are you going to recite poetry again?Do you really think that things written by Muggles will help you in your Russian studies? ] Heimdall paused, "How do you know—" His voice stopped abruptly, because the cat disappeared as quietly as when it came.

The pile of "garbage" made by the lumps of wood was still scattered on the ground, and the bad scene in the house remained the same as before, or even worse!And he wasted all his time on a "ghost cat".Heimdall angrily shuttled through the corridors, and the students who had not yet left the school were frightened by his evil spirit and avoided them all the way.

I remember that the English teacher in the previous life repeatedly warned them: to learn English, you must speak out loud, and don't be shy.It doesn't matter if you say something wrong, everyone will go through this process, the key is to dare to speak.

This principle applies not only to English, but to every foreign language.

Therefore, every morning, he would take a Russian book and read it aloud in a secluded and less crowded place in the school.From the simplest 33 Russian letters to today's poetic novel "Evgeny Onegin", the progress is all on this.Of course, the foundations laid in the past also played a role.

The reading place that Heimdall chose for himself was a small water puddle on the northwest side of Durmstrang Castle—by the Pine Lake—named after the pine forest beside the lake.The puddle is small in size, narrow and oval in shape, and is one of the three small lakes scattered in the castle.As for why he chose this place, because the location of Pine Lake is not good, not to mention being close to the North Tower, there is almost no grass in the surrounding except for a large pine forest, and the teachers and students of the school seldom set foot here.

The ideal place to make a fool of yourself.In fact, he still cares about face.

To Heimdall's surprise, there was someone else besides himself today—an old man.

On his head was a fedora hat with the brim pulled down so that his facial features could not be seen clearly, only a few tufts of gray hair could be seen.The old man was sitting on a bench with a backrest by the lake, wrapped in a big blanket from his neck to his ankles, with a thick cushion folded under his buttocks, and holding a white porcelain cup that was constantly steaming.

Heimdall wondered: Watching the snow?In minus ten degrees of weather?He guessed that it was probably a professor at the school, so he greeted him politely.

"Good morning."

The old man ignored him.

Heimdall rubbed his nose and walked away wisely.He opened the book, today is the tenth chapter——

"He learned to be false early on,

Secretly hopeful, jealous,

To inspire trust, to provoke suspicion,

With a sad and distressed look,

Sometimes gentle, sometimes arrogant,

sometimes caring, sometimes cold;

......"

After reading for half an hour, I stumbled a lot and couldn't understand some words, so I had to stop and read the explanations at the back, but what gave him a headache was that the explanations were also in Russian... so I was very helpless, and only half of the task was completed in half an hour .Heimdall closed the book, wondering if he should change to another one, such as "The Icon and the Axe"... When he was about to leave, he heard——

“Spasibo (thank you)”

It took me a long time to realize that the old man was talking to him in Russian.

"Pozhalujsta (you're welcome)" he replied.

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"Why are you still here?" Heimdall's tone was very unfriendly.

The black cat wagged its tail. [I come whenever I want, and I will leave naturally when I want to leave. ] Heimdall comforted himself that he shouldn't care about animals, so he put down his books and turned to those "garbage".He knelt down to pick up a broom, bare and barely mopped up, all the branches off.

Garbage, he thought, and threw it back.

【Hey!Watch it!Almost hit me! 】The cat yells behind.

Ignore it, ignore it... Heimdall reached out and picked up a robe. It was old and faded and had several holes, but he could tell it was a school uniform—throw it away!Then there is an umbrella with only a skeleton - throw it!A set of cracked test tubes - throw it away! ...Things were picked up one after another, and then discarded, and before they knew it, they were spread out on the ground behind them.Look what it's all about: carafes without caps, wands missing, charred quills, wooden cups without bottoms, and empty brandy bottles - dated 1872 on the label...

"Is that cabinet a trash can?"

【Are you talking to me? 】

"Besides you, are there other...creatures here?"

[This is not certain, there are many strange things in the world, besides, very few people are willing to talk to animals. ] "Who said we were talking? Only I was talking human."

[A fussy brat. 】The black cat snorted and walked slowly to Heimdall. [I also remind you that the cabinet that you finished playing with is called the Scary Bookcase, and it was originally used to hide things. ] "Hiding something?" He picked up a torn woolen glove, full of doubts: "That's all?"

The black cat was unmoved. [Each room chief has different pursuits, and the way of using it is naturally different. You can't discuss it with the ancients, can you? 】Heimdall twitched his lips and threw away the torn gloves.After pulling apart two crucibles full of dirt, he found several books buried under the garbage pile. The covers were full of stains and the contents could not be seen clearly, so he took out one of the thin booklets and opened it.There are two rows of words on the yellowed title page, which are handwritten in various colors——

Lethal black magic/individual

Grindelwald

Merlin's beard! (PS: The general translation is Merlin's beard, I think it's a bit... just go directly to the original text)

Heimdall's eyes widened, staring at the brochure in disbelief: "I thought Grindelwald's stuff was destroyed."

[Obviously those staff did not try their best.It is also possible that they are afraid or unwilling to touch too much what Grindelwald used in the past. 】The black cat's mocking tone is almost the same as that of a human being.

Heimdall carefully moved the notebook out of sight and placed it on the ground aside.

[Don't you want to see it? 】The black cat asked with great interest.

"It's useless to look at it." Heimdall tried to sound a little discouraged. "Generally speaking, black magic is more profound and difficult to understand than ordinary magic. Let's talk about it after I have enough foundation."

[I think your background is enough.There is another one. 】

Hearing this, he took out the second book, and this time it was written——Destructive Black Magic/Large Area Heimdall put this book aside, then stared at the cat hesitantly, "Why do I feel that you are egging me on? ?”

[I just want to remind you that you may have missed something very important. 】

"Missed the opportunity to learn how to kill? Maybe I killed myself in the process of learning." His lowest goal in this life is a centenarian!

There was something like excitement in the big violet eyes, if he read it correctly.But I have to say that the cat's eyes made him uncomfortable, and he even suspected that its eyes would leave scorching marks wherever it went.

Nonsensical speculation, Heimdall thought, and stupid.

[A wizard who doesn't know black magic is not a wizard at all. 】

"It sounds like the slogan of a reactionary organization." Heimdall pulled out the remaining books one by one and put them at his feet. "You can learn it after the school starts. I always feel that the teacher's teaching is better than reading by myself."

[That's different. ] The cat claims. [The school curriculum and what is recorded in the brochure are not the same thing at all. ] Listen to this meaning, does it know what is written in it?

"Where the hell did you come from?" Do normal cats look like this?It's so weird.And scary. "Did I ever feed you?" Heimdall wondered.

It's unbelievable that a cat can have sullen eyes, and it's so obvious at a glance-sullen and vicious.

It was glaring at him viciously.Heimdall was amazed at the chilling aura created by the cat, "Well, I've already received a negative answer, so stop strangling me with your eyes, and spare me as well as yourself."

Merlin, don't you think it's too cruel to let a cat break through the racial barrier and do these "humane" actions?