HP's Foreign Land

In order not to delay the learning progress of the [-] selected top students (not counting the three students from the German school), this collection and compilation of textbooks and exam syllabus will not last for a long time. , and they followed back home.How wonderful, there is no delay in learning and competition.

According to Chairman Bangor's wishes, temporarily moving the office to the Durmstrang Academy is a self-serving act, and things should not be overdone. The North Tower is where the youth Quidditch Cup teams stay, and they will not occupy the Quidditch Cup. The Diqi League is cheaper.

The two committees agreed and decided to stay at Zijin Kapok Hotel in Kapok Ancient Town.

Draco was quite disappointed, he really wanted to stay in Durmstrang, but unfortunately the current situation was not something he could just play with his temper.Sometimes Master Malfoy had to face reality, too.

Early the next morning, when Heimdall was still having breakfast in the cafeteria, Draco came to him.

Heimdall immediately introduced Draco to the three friends present, who missed the chance to meet yesterday afternoon.

"Why are you here so early?" Heimdall asked.

"I can't sleep anymore." In fact, Master Malfoy was a little sleepy.

Heimdall looked at his face, and said, "Just get used to it. I was not used to the climate here at first."

Draco shrugged, thinking about how to write a letter to fool his mother, before she left, she dragged Draco and refused to let go, as if her son was going to fight a mysterious person to the death, if Lucius couldn't bear to pull her Well, Draco probably won't be able to come this time.

"Great, I didn't miss the time." Hermione Granger, wearing a Hogwarts uniform and robe, hurried over from outside, and all the men followed the little girl's figure with their eyes. After all, it is a flower!

"Miss what?" Draco looked up in confusion.

"Observe, didn't you come so early to be able to attend?" Hermione frowned and stared at him, puzzled by his reaction.

Draco was inexplicable: "What is listening?"

"You don't know?" Hermione raised her voice.

"Will I still ask you if I know?" Draco's eyes flashed with anger.

Hermione opened her mouth, frightened by his sudden outburst, she slowed down, and then said: "The education committee specially allows us to audit in the classroom of Durmstrang's same grade. Of course, this is voluntary. If you don't want to-"

Draco's face changed: "Who says I don't want to!" Then he realized that Granger was holding the Hogwarts Potions textbook and other equipment in his hands, looking like he was about to go to class.

Same grade?Draco reacted abruptly, and turned to look at his cousin: "Are you studying Potions in the morning?"

"Liantang."

Is it an illusion?Hermione glanced at Stulusson, how could he speak weakly.

The time for class was getting closer, and there were fewer and fewer students in the cafeteria. Hermione saw that everyone around them had left, but Strulusson and the others remained silent. She kept rubbing the book with her fingers, and there was a faint mark on the cover——Miss Hermione was thirsty for knowledge, and her pursuit of learning was fully revealed.

"Let's go." Leon put away the books on the table while reminding Heimdall to face reality.

Hermione looked at the covers of those books from time to time just now, but unfortunately those words looked like a Hebrew Bible, which made her eyes darken.

Carlo and Ryan touched Heimdall's head with a smile, got up and walked out after Leon.Heimdall followed with his head downcast.Draco muttered something next to Heimdall.Seeing this, Hermione hurriedly picked up her book and followed, wondering at the same time, what happened to Sturluson?

Durmstrang's Potions classroom had single seats. Although Hermione wanted to sit in the first row closest to the blackboard, she hesitated for a moment and sat in the empty seat on Heimdall's right.When all the second-year students were seated, and the desks and chairs occupied less than half of the entire classroom, Hermione once again deeply felt the gap in the number of students in the two schools.

Professor Roy Laurent walked briskly into the classroom stepping on the hour bell, and greeted the students below with a smile on his face as soon as he entered the door: "Handsome guys! Good morning!"

"Good morning, Professor!" the second graders replied in unison.

Both Hermione and Draco looked unnatural, and they were both Potions professors, so the difference was too great.Especially Miss Hermione, who couldn't help but compare the yuppie-like potions professor in front of her with dear Gilderoy. Hermione firmly believed that Professor Lockhart was more handsome, more likable, and more lovable. ability.

Professor Laurent noticed at a glance that there were two more unfamiliar faces in his class, so he smiled lightly at the two "new classmates" and said loudly, "Handsome guys, are you ready?"

"Yes, Professor."

Professor Laurent sent down the test roll.

Draco and Hermione had nothing to do for a while, so Draco borrowed his Potions textbook from Heimdall to look through. Ryan accosted and borrowed the textbook from him.

The test lasted for one class, and the papers were collected quickly.

The students all looked relieved, only Heimdall looked bitterly.

Then it was time to learn theoretical knowledge, Draco returned the book, and Heimdall lent him a pen and a piece of paper.Hermione also returned the book, because of her limited German skills, her reading efficiency was much worse than Draco's.

While Hermione was returning the book, a slip of paper fell from her desk without her noticing.Heimdall, who was sitting next to her, saw it, stooped to pick it up, and found that the paper was the Hogwarts class schedule, and there were some notes written by her on the side of each class, with messy handwriting and no gaps between words. The logical relationship is like a password, and only the owner of the curriculum can understand it.

It's worth noting that she's drawn all of her Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons in a heart-shaped circle...

"Sorry, that's mine—" came Hermione's voice softly.

When Heimdall saw her blushing cheeks and erratic eyes, he hurriedly returned the paper.

Although Hermione felt annoyed that someone's secret had been broken, Heimdall's indifferent performance immediately made her feel relieved.

Hermione learned a lot from Potions in the morning, not just in terms of knowledge.

First of all, what makes her somewhat balanced is that Sturluson's theoretical knowledge of potions is very weak, and there are always mistakes in the questions asked in class. This is very similar to Harry, but one thing is better than Harry, at least he can't say "I don't know"; Secondly, what makes her very unbalanced is that Sturlusson's practical operation of Potions is very stable, which is very troublesome. He can't make a mistake when stirring clockwise or counterclockwise. Whether it is a circle or a half circle, it is always accurate, and the preparation of potion raw materials in the early stage is also very clean and neat. Cutting, pressing or chopping, no matter what it is, it is decisive, which is much better than Harry.

After class, Hermione couldn't help but said to Heimdall: "Isn't your memory very good?" In Miss Hermione's opinion, endorsement is the easiest thing in the world.

Heimdall immediately showed a dejected expression as if the lamp was exhausted, which frightened Miss Hermione so much that she dared not speak any more.

***

After the lunch break, 23 students were summoned again, and the staff of the Wizarding Education Committee had arrived in Durmstrang, which means that the plan to expand and edit teaching materials had officially kicked off.

Everyone was taken to a large classroom, which was where Heimdall and the others took the exam last time.

When Chairman Garcia of the International Wizarding Education Committee introduced the plan to more than 20 students, Chairman Bangor softly called Heimdall's name from behind. Heimdall turned around and saw him waving at himself.

Chairman Garcia only glanced here, a little bit of letting go, and Heimdall broke away from the main force and walked towards Bangor.

Draco looked back curiously, Garcia in front of him coughed lightly, and looked at the absent-minded Draco warningly, Master Malfoy curled his lips unconvinced, and stopped sneaking.

At this time, Heimdall had already walked to the back of the classroom, and Bangor smiled and said, "You just need to follow me, and don't listen to the nonsense from the Education Committee."

Although he didn't quite understand why, Heimdall felt that he shouldn't be asking too much, so he nodded obediently.

Bangor was pleased with his cleverness.

It didn't take long for Heimdall to secretly rejoice that it was fortunate that Mr. Bangor took him out to start a small business, otherwise he must have been like those students, burying his head in searching for a large number of textbooks and various kinds of textbooks under the supervision of the Education Committee. Counseling book.The revision work of the Education Committee was quite boring at the beginning. Under the premise of a general outline for the future, the mistakes in the existing textbooks were continuously sorted out and corrected, and some things that had been eliminated were all eliminated and replaced. New knowledge and new perspectives.

More than 20 students were dizzy from flipping through books and asking questions. Luce and Draco cast a few bitter glances to the rear respectively.

Heimdall thought to himself, it turned out that these top students were being used as child labor.

"Okay, let's start too." Bangor put down his teacup.

Heimdall couldn't help feeling refreshed. Could it be that we also want child labor?

This huge classroom was invisibly divided into two parts, front and back. Sitting in front of the podium were more than 20 top students, and Heimdall's rear camp occupied a small corner.There is a large open space between the front camp and the rear camp. The education committee and the examination management committee occupy one side and do not interfere with each other. It seems that they want to draw a clear line with each other.

"Leave them alone, they change theirs, we make up ours." Bangor was quite satisfied with his mini camp.

Fewer people means less hassle.

Edit? "Compiled exam papers?" Heimdall asked.

"Writing our textbooks," Bangor said.

"Textbooks?" Heimdall was puzzled, and then he saw Mr. Bangor's assistant, Mary Millerand, take out an old-fashioned camera. "Do you still need a camera to write a book?" Taking pictures as souvenirs?

"Have you ever seen a practical spellbook with illustrations?"

"I've seen it." Heimdall suddenly shook his head. "Those books have detailed dynamic illustrations, but they are just simple animated pictures. Can the camera draw pictures directly?"

Bangor shook his hand: "The ones you read are all low-level stuff. The high-end illustrated spell books are all completed by famous wizards in the world. The demonstration of each spell in the book is done by those wizards. This is better than watching simple cartoons. The effect is much stronger. The magically modified camera can completely record the process of the wizard releasing magic, and it is enough to extract the picture from the camera when recording it in the book later.”

Heimdall nodded: "Are we going to make such a book next?"

Bangor chuckled, "Let me tell you the truth, I like collecting weird things the most in my life, especially weird magic." As soon as Bangor raised his arm, Millerand raised the camera and turned the lens Aim at Heimdall.

Before Heimdall could figure out what he meant, he heard Bangor continue happily: "Sturlusson, give us the fluorescent flashes you released on the day of the practical exam!"

Heimdall was speechless. Mr. Bangor was the examiner in charge of him that day, and he was clearly indifferent that day.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!" Mr. Bangor shouted excitedly like a child.

The steady Miss Milleran showed Heimdall the first smile since entering the room.

"It's okay, that old guy Garcia can't hear what's going on here. Even if you yell out your throat, those kids won't be able to hear a single sound!" Mr. Bangor has already done his tricks, trying to get rid of all Heimdall's concerns. Eliminate all.

Heimdall knew that he had misunderstood, and he didn't care about it. In fact, he was frightened by his cold attitude.

Under Miss Millerand's command, Heimdall's figure was fully included in the shot.

Then, he pulled out his wand, cleared his throat uncomfortably, and suddenly became nervous for some reason.

"Don't take three steps!"

Miss Millerland's sudden warning shocked Heimdall and shrugged his shoulders. He was about to cast a spell. Mr. Bangor frowned at Millerland very unhappy, and Miss Millerland smiled apologetically at him. .

Heimdall rubbed his nose and said awkwardly: "Do you have to take two steps forward?" Can't you just recite the spell on the spot?

Millerand's eyes lit up: "It's best not to move!"

Many wizards like to walk a few steps forward and then draw the wand to release magic. The whole process must be done in one go, otherwise they will be dissatisfied and have to repeat it over and over again. This is a pain for the photographer. Maybe those big-name wizards think this is very cool. Very stylish.

The students who were working hard in front of the boat suddenly became commotion. They noticed a subtle change in the light and shadow in the room. The students looked back together and saw three white light clusters swaying over the classroom, and below the light clusters were waving Sturluson, who seems to be commanding remotely with a wand.

"What's that?" a student asked.

"Luminescence." Draco replied proudly.

"How is it possible!" Many students did not believe it.

"It's indeed fluorescent flashes." Someone in the crowd affirmed.

Draco glanced at the speaker, it was the familiar student called his cousin's nickname.

"How did he do it?" Hermione stared at those balls of light without blinking. Rather than saying that Sturluson was using magic, he looked like he was just playing.

Draco didn't want to talk to him at first, but he also didn't understand something: "He said that the improvement was inspired by a remote control toy car, do you know what that is?"

"Remote control toy car?" Hermione was astonished. In her mind, it was impossible for a pure-blood wizard to know this.

"What's that?" Draco asked.

Hermione looked at him, then said lightly, "Even if I tell you, you won't understand."

Master Malfoy was furious.