HP's Foreign Land

"Rigrig, look, this thing is pretty good, right?" Rian thrust the magazine in front of Heimdall.

Heimdall looked away.

Ryan turned the magazine around and stuffed it in front of his eyes again.

Heimdall don't start.

Ryan sat next to him with a magazine, and Heimdall looked up and saw the pile of evil bourgeois luxury goods.

"Take it away! Or it will blow up!!" Heimdall stared fiercely.

"What's the matter with you these two days?" Rian asked seemingly aggrieved.

"It's nothing, I was just stimulated." Heimdall ate with a straight face and bowed his head.

"It's weird, can someone irritate you? Shouldn't Krum spit out flames immediately and burn all the knights who tried to save the princess to ashes?" Carlo expressed his heartfelt love for the two of them. With emotion, I can't help but say a few words.

"It's not being stimulated by others." Heimdall said vaguely.

"What is that?" The three friends looked at him at the same time.

What is it?

"I just suddenly realized that life is actually more difficult than I imagined." Heimdall sighed at a plate of purple cabbage.

The three friends looked at each other.

Heimdall quickly finished his plate, took out his pocket watch and glanced at it, then stood up and said, "I'm leaving."

They looked at him blankly and nodded.

Before leaving, Heimdall glanced back at the pile of evil XXX, and suddenly gritted his teeth: "Money is not everything!" The dry words were squeezed out from between his teeth.

Free and easy!So free and easy! !Carlo applauded vigorously.

"Because you need to use your credit card more often..." After saying that, he left sadly.

Three teenagers who don't know what to say: What is a credit card?

***

"Sturlusson, I think it's better for you to give up." The director of the Potion Bottle Design Research Office said.

Haim Dalton paused, and said with a dry smile, "Is it that bad?"

All the staff of the Potion Bottle Design and Research Office were silent, and the answer was self-evident.

The director of the potion bottle design and research office picked up the sketch of the bottle drawn by Heimdall, and his eyes twitched a little: "Your aesthetic taste opened my eyes. To tell you the truth, this thing is too ugly! But if you really want to If you want to do it like this, I won't stop it."

He is an expert, much better than him, and Heimdalton gave up without any struggle.

"Although I don't know why you are suddenly interested in making bottles, your spirit of exploration is worthy of praise. How about I draw a picture for you?" The director of the potion bottle design and research room asked him when he saw his decadent appearance. Some can't bear it.

Then there is no point.Heimdall still has his own insistence on some small details.

"Forget it, thank you, I'm probably born with a lack of artistic talent." Heimdall declined the kindness of the director, and walked out of the potion bottle design and research room with his head downcast.

Another road cut off from the front.

After being hit by a series of zero hits that day, Heimdall had to shift his target. With his current ability, he couldn't even afford to buy that antique pocket watch.Heimdall took the next best thing and decided to do it himself, preferably the kind that doesn't cost money, so the research laboratories immediately became the objects of his patronage.After careful screening, he made several options for himself, and the Potion Bottle Design and Research Office was one of them, but it had already been eliminated in the last second.

It seems that only the broomstick research room is a more reliable option.Heimdall suddenly realized that he had a deep relationship with brooms. The sugar mouse team competition is to make brooms; the single event he participated in is also related to flying broomsticks; he is currently the spokesperson of a broomstick manufacturing company; his boyfriend is Quidditch Varsity team members, future professional league players.In short, he seemed to be messing with the broom all his life.

Just when I was about to run to the broomstick research room to search around, I saw Luce running from a distance, and as soon as he ran in front of him, he opened his mouth and asked, "Your English must be very slick, right?"

"There was no problem with communication," Heimdall said.

"Great, you come with me." Luce dragged Heimdall into the black magic creature research room.

There was no one in the black magic creature research room except the head. Heimdall wondered what they were doing. Luther took him to the table and sat down, and pushed a stack of parchment in front of his eyes.

"You help us translate, our English is really not good."

Heimdall picked up the top one and glanced at it, and found that it was all written exam questions. The one in his hand was about herbology, the bottom one was about astronomy, and there were subjects such as potions and transfiguration below. Everything is available, and all the questions are in English.

"Where did you get this?"

"This is the question used in Hogwarts' OWLs (Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination) a few years ago." said the director of the Dark Magic Creatures Research Office.

"The exchange student exam this time is more stringent than expected." Luce sighed. "Not only do you have to pass the test of your own school, but you also have to take an exam after switching to the other school. The Hogwarts exam standards have been announced, saying that they are based on their OWLs levels, so I managed to get a few copies of OWLs over the years. Exam questions, familiarize yourself with the question types, and see how English magic schools generally ask questions."

Luce's earnestness caused Heimdall to be in a trance for a moment, why did it look like a college entrance examination.

"OWLs has a total of twelve exams. Has Hogwarts announced how many exams exchange students need to pass?" Heimdall asked.

"More than half." Lucy replied.

Heimdall flipped through the exam questions: "Which one are you best at?"

The head of the Black Magic Creatures Research Office laughed, is there even a need to ask?

Heimdall gave him a blank look, interest and expertise are not the same thing, okay?Who stipulated that the head of the Magical Beasts Research Office must be good at the protection of magical creatures? !

"History of Magic." Lucy hesitated. "I like Care of Magical Creatures and History of Magic."

Heimdall was so jealous that his teeth ached. To him, the history of magic was a bible filled with alien languages.

Heimdall immersed himself in translating the history of magic exam questions. As the translation deepened, he became more and more frightened. He found that he could not write more than half of the questions, and the remaining half were not sure whether the answers were correct. .After he finished translating all the history of magic exam questions, he lay down on the table and sighed wailingly.The "fear" of History of Magic made him forget that OWLs were for students over the age of 15, and he was only in Year [-].

The two heads were thinking hard about the topic, and Heimdall said dissatisfiedly to the head of the black magic biology research room: "Hey, is this how you treat guests? Not even a cup of tea?"

"I don't like the house elves running around in my research room, you can do it yourself, the hot water and cups are on the shelf over there, and the tea is in the cabinet." The director of the black magic biology research room handed With a wave, Heimdall was free and easy.

Don't like house elves?Heimdall glanced around, then walked towards a cabinet.

[The heads of the Black Magic Creatures Research Office generally don't like house-elves, almost every one of them is like this, and it has become an alternative tradition. ] The pods appeared out of nowhere and shuttled around Heimdall's feet.

Heimdall has become numb to its ability to appear and disappear, and it is self-defeating. This cat is tricky.

Heimdall pursed his lips noncommittally, and opened the cabinet door——

so quiet.

Too quiet.

A pale-faced man sat paralyzed in a dark corner, his eyes closed, and he was silent and lifeless.

Heimdall's pupils constricted sharply, and it was difficult to breathe for a moment. The sound waves in the world quickly left him like a receding tide, and he could only stare at the dark corner with sweaty palms, dumbfounded.

Suddenly laughter came from behind, and the voices of the teenagers woke him up.

He thought that time had been frozen for a long time, but in fact it was only an instant.

The people in the corner are still there.

Heimdall tried to move his fingers, but found that he was still able to move. He numbly raised his hand and picked up the tea pot on the top shelf, took two steps back mechanically to distance himself, and quickly and decisively pulled out his wand and said: Casting the expulsion spell, and before something else conjured up in the dark corner, he flicked his wand vigorously, and the cabinet door closed in front of his eyes with a "pong".

This considerable movement caused the two room chiefs to look up at the direction where he was standing, and then lowered their heads again after finding nothing unusual.

Heimdall's subsequent actions were completely mechanized, and his thinking ability returned to normal when he sat down again and took a sip of tea with his teacup in his hand.

Looking down, he saw that his hands were shaking slightly, and quickly put the cup back on the table.Is he afraid?Maybe.The chill in his heart made him unable to deceive himself.Heimdall smiled wryly. What he saw today was exactly the same as what he saw in a closet in Knockturn Alley many years ago. After so many years, he has not improved at all.He cherishes the present too much, and is afraid of the past that took everything away from him, always thinking that maybe one morning when he wakes up, he finds that he has returned to that hospital bed again.

Heimdall didn't pick up the cup again until he calmed down completely.

[Who is that? ] Pod asked, standing over his shoulder.

Heimdall was silent for a moment: That's the dead me, the me in my previous life.

[How did you die? ]

Heimdall stared at the pod in surprise: Do you believe it?

[Why don't you believe it? ]

Most people don't...

[Don't regulate me with inherent human logic! ]

Heimdall froze for a moment, then smiled: Well, I underestimated you.

[How did you die? ] Pod asked again.

Died of illness, I was a Muggle in my previous life.

[You only remember things from your previous life? ]

...In fact, this is already against the sky. You think I am a god, and I remember clearly how I live and die every life.

The pod cat suddenly fell silent and stopped making any sound.

"Sturlusson, don't be lazy, there are still a lot of questions that have not been translated!" Probably Heimdall's idleness stimulated the two people who were determined to be strong, and the two room chiefs gave him orders with depressed faces.

Heimdall drank the tea in the cup slowly and deliberately, then put down the cup slowly, and took a piece of parchment under two pairs of fierce eyes...

When Heimdall left the black magic creature research room that afternoon, the head of the research room touched his nose and said to Luce: "I forgot to tell Stulusson just now, there is a Boss in the cabinet he opened." Gert."

"Your taste is really as bad as ever!" Luce criticized him unceremoniously.

"People in our laboratory are used to being scared every day, so I didn't think of it at the time." The director of the black magic biology research laboratory was a little annoyed.

Luce thought about it for a moment: "He seemed to be acting quite normal, not like he was frightened."

"Didn't he recite the expulsion spell later, and he recited it very smoothly, so it shouldn't matter." The head of the black magic biology research room pondered whether to apologize, but felt that it was unnecessary. The person in charge of the laboratory should be scared.

It's just a Boggart, and with the ability of Chief Strulusson, it's easy to deal with, and it feels like an insult to his IQ to apologize.

Luce agrees: "Sturlusson didn't say anything the whole time, just forget about it."

The head of the black magic creature research room nodded, and after a while, he whispered: "What do you think he will see?"

Luce shrugged and spread his hands.

***

In the end, Heimdall exchanged free inspections for the broomstick laboratory before the holiday in exchange for the right to freely enter and exit the laboratory and collect materials by himself.

Fortunately, he also thought of a bunch of reasons why the broom was made, but the head of the research room didn't say a word about it.

What's more, they didn't expect that they would have a huge backlog of brooms. After the agreement was finalized, they all moved out. Heimdalton felt powerless as if he had fallen into a trap.

"You can't be so shameless," Heimdall said to their room chief.

"It doesn't matter, we are used to it." The head of the room smiled indifferently.

"I'm not worrying about you."

"It doesn't matter, we are used to this."

Heimdall throws up his hands in surrender.

The day before the official holiday, Heimdall received a letter from Draco. The content of the letter was very brief, ordering him to go to England and wait for him at his home.

The date of the final exam has not been changed due to the cancellation of the winter vacation. The first thing Durmstrang students will face after returning to school after the Christmas break is to summarize the exams in the first half of the school year.

When Heimdall packed his luggage, he not only packed all the textbooks, but also packed all the unfinished broomsticks and a series of free tools and materials. He was going to continue to work hard after arriving in the UK and arrive in time for January 1st. complete it before.

As the holiday approached, the boyfriend became more clingy than before. In the end, he bravely gnawed Heimdall from forehead to neck against Rommel's white eyes and increasingly ugly face, and used A French kiss ended reluctantly and sent him to the carriage.

Until the carriage took off and plunged into the sky, and the school on the ground could no longer be seen, Heimdall was still dazed and stuck against the window for a long time, unable to recover.

Rommel clenched his jaw, quickly restrained all his sullenness under his son's uneasy gaze, and tried to smile.

Heimdall lowered his eyes cautiously, unmoved by his attempt.

then.

No surprise.

Silence fell.

Damn Krum!It's all his fault!Rommel said to himself with certainty.