HP's Foreign Land

Principal Karkaroff appeared outside the History of Magic classroom with a smile on his face, his eyes swept over the student seats from time to time, and his smile became even brighter when he found Heimdall.

"Excuse me, Professor, I want to see Strulusson."

The students looked at Heimdall one after another.

Professor Laura Manco, who was suddenly interrupted from teaching, glanced down noncommittally, and found that the child was looking at him with inquiring eyes, instead of standing up and walking out indecently.

Professor Manke nodded in satisfaction, and smiled at Heimdall: "Go."

Heimdall got up and put the textbook on Draco's desk, and his cousin smiled back at him: "I'll help you highlight the key points."

Heimdall shook his shoulder: "Please help me remember the homework after class."

Draco made an OK gesture, which he learned from his cousin.

Heimdall followed Karkaroff out of the History of Magic classroom and walked towards the teacher's office area on the second floor of the castle.

"Mr. Principal, could it be that the broom has been found to have new problems again?" He has been a little nervous these days.

Karkaroff laughed: "Don't worry, although it is indeed related to the broom, it is definitely not what you are worried about."

Heimdall slandered Karkaroff in his stomach, it was too unkind, and it was still a trick to walk such a few steps.

They entered Professor Katenen's office. Besides the owner, Heimdall also saw two familiar faces. They were sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee with several other strange wizards, and they seemed to be chatting speculatively.

"Oh, the main character is here." The leader of the advisory team that day put down his cup with a smile.

Cardiff Bangor, who had nothing to do to join in the fun, did not forget his identity as a party spectator. He only ate and didn't talk, and kept touching Professor Katenen's snack plate with his right hand. The latter simply stuffed the snacks and the plate into his hand. inside.

Under Karkaroff's instructions, Heimdall sat down on a single sofa, and a porcelain cup flew up on the table. Heimdall quickly reached out to take it, and looked down to see that the cup contained milk.

Heimdall blinked his eyes without changing his expression, thinking to himself that he was indeed very young compared with these old guys.

The wizards sitting around stared at him, and no one spoke. Heimdall was puzzled until he bowed his head and drank two sips of hot milk because of his restraint.

It turned out that he was being polite to himself... Heimdall couldn't laugh or cry.

A young witch sitting on the left hand side of the team leader leaned forward, with a hint of curiosity and inquiry on her ordinary but fair face: "Mr. Stulusson, I have a question to ask you."

"Don't dare." Heimdall put down his glass and looked at her. "Just say it."

The other strange wizards glared at the witch immediately, as if they were condemning something, but Heimdall knew nothing about their dispute, so he just ignored it.

Those few old guys suddenly became a crowd of onlookers, drinking coffee leisurely and contentedly, stretching their legs, very nourishing.

The witch was indifferent to the glaring cast on her, and said, "Did you invent the reminder spell you cast on the broom?"

The others became even angrier when they heard this. Heimdall didn't understand why they were angry. Just as he uttered a sound, those people's gazes swept over, their eyes full of astonishment.

What... what's wrong?Heimdall looked at Professor Katenen inexplicably.

The latter smiled slightly: "That is to say, you are willing to announce the reminder spell to the world?"

Heimdall froze for a moment: "Why don't you want to?"

"Because this kind of magic similar to a unique spell is the secret recipe of the major broomstick manufacturing companies, and it will not be disclosed easily. They are surprised that you are so selfless." Mr. Bangor said while chewing his snacks.

Bangor's sarcasm embarrassed several strange wizards present, including the witch who asked the question.

Heimdall suddenly understood: "You guys are from the broomstick manufacturing company..."

"We are not from the same company." The witch quickly let go. "I am the representative of the light wheel," she pointed to the others. "They belong to another company."

These representatives immediately revealed their identities, good guys, they are all some well-known big manufacturers, and after introducing themselves, the representatives looked at Heimdall with bright eyes, making Heimdall uncomfortable.

"What exactly do you guys want to do?"

They glanced at each other, their eyes separated in an instant, and in the fleeting staggering, they both saw from each other's eyes that it was inevitable.

"Don't worry, we won't let you suffer, we are willing to openly bid for your spells." The witch took the lead and said.

Others expressed displeasure at her yet another front-runner.

Heimdall shook his head: "No need to bid."

The witch was moved, what a good child, and immediately said with a more emphatic tone: "Please don't refuse, this is what you should do."

The representatives of other manufacturers had no choice but to agree with what she said.

"That's not what I meant. You should know that I can tell you directly—" Heimdall knew that they had misunderstood, but unfortunately he was interrupted by the enthusiastic representative of the light wheel before he finished speaking.

"Even if you don't bid, you can directly set a price."

It turns out that spells can also be sold for money!Heimdall was in a trance, but soon came to his senses, and said solemnly: "Please don't interrupt me, please listen to me."

Manufacturer representatives all shut their mouths.

"I didn't invent this spell. I just changed the effect of the spell according to the needs of the broomstick. Anyone who wants to know, I will tell him." Heimdall stopped and looked at them. "do you understand?"

The manufacturers looked at each other in blank dismay. The result was too unexpected. Fortunately, before they came, they applied to the boss for a small treasury under the name of the company, and were going to compete with other competitors in the same industry.

Bangor didn't care what these wizards were losing their minds, the modified spell Heimdall spoke aroused his strong interest.

"What spell did you use to change it?"

"Iron timer."

"What, what iron?" Bangor was puzzled.

"It's just a tool for ironing clothes." The leader of the advisory group said.

"You know?" Bangor stared at him.

"I have it at home. I use it almost every day. My wife buys it from a Muggle shop."

"Muggle shop?" Bangor still didn't quite understand. "Ironing?"

"It's just a tool for straightening clothes. Muggles don't know magic, so they invent all kinds of trouble-saving and labor-saving tools for the convenience of life."

Suddenly, Bangor turned his head and said to Heimdall, "How did you know about this magic?"

Heimdall said succinctly: "I read it in a magazine."

"What magazine?"

"Wizard life is fast."

Bangor showed a puzzled expression again, which showed that he didn't know this magazine.

"It is said that qualified housewives will definitely subscribe." The team leader whispered in his ear.

Bangor looked at Heimdall speechlessly: "You watch it too?"

"Look!" Heimdall didn't hesitate at all.

Bangor nodded calmly: "What kind of timing spell is that..."

"Iron." The team leader really couldn't stay idle.

Bangor paused unnaturally: "You changed the timing spell of the iron according to the needs of the broomstick?"

"Yes." Heimdall smiled wryly. "But the effect is not ideal."

"Ideal! Very ideal!" The manufacturer representatives suddenly shouted in unison, which startled Heimdall.

Just kidding, what are they holding the Golden Galleon for? Even if it is not ideal, they will find a way to make it ideal.

Bangor rubbed his hands: "Sturlusson, look..."

Heimdall understood what he meant: "Okay, you can figure it out, but you need to prepare a broom in advance."

"No problem!" Bangor immediately patted his chest.

"I'll write down how to use the spell for you," Heimdall said to the manufacturer's representatives.

The delegates nodded gratefully, not spending a single copper Knut, and gratitude is due.

The female representative of Light Wheel hesitated for a moment and said, "Could you please write me the original iron timing spell as well?" She had already made up her mind and started subscribing to "Wizard Life Quickly Quickly" as soon as she got back.

She wasn't the only one with this idea, Cardiff Bangor was thinking about it too.

"Which country is the magazine you mentioned issued?" Mr. Bangor didn't care what category the magazine was classified into, and the female representative immediately pricked up her ears.

"Bulgaria, I subscribe to the German version. I heard that it is very popular in Europe and has many language versions."

Heimdall hadn’t read this magazine for a long time. He found it in Bernik’s father’s study when he went to Bulgaria for the first time. He actually subscribed to this magazine for its mini supplement—the small book that came with the magazine. .Each issue of the mini-supplement will introduce a very practical little magic. These magics are all based on life. They don’t need exquisite operating techniques, let alone how gorgeous the wand is. You just need to remember the tips of its use, of course There will be no dazzling brilliant effect.Like the Iron Timer Charm, it was originally invented to teach wizards how to use Muggle items faster.

Seeing the happy representatives of the broomstick manufacturers, Heimdall suddenly thought of Xingyun, who he was the endorser of. They didn't take the opportunity to get close to him, and they didn't send anyone this time. Do you want to send them a copy?No matter how you say, he can be regarded as a member of Xingyun.

After all, Xingyun company is not as powerful as Nimbus, Sweeping and other established companies. Xingyun started with household broomsticks, and now the main product development is still household broomsticks.Although several products endorsed by Heimdall are competitive brooms, they are not adult standard versions.Xingyun company has just started to make competitive brooms, and it has not rushed to seize market share. The company has always been very cautious.This is one of the main reasons why Heimdall is willing to cooperate with them. He likes people who understand current affairs, and hopes that he can understand current affairs.

Another main reason is that the contract signed with Xingyun stated that during the validity period of the contract, Xingyun will provide Heimdall with two new brooms for free every year.Limited editions such as holiday specials are extra.If necessary, free post-maintenance will be provided on site.If the product is damaged, the company will replace it with a new one for free.

For Director Strulusson, this series of "free" is the highlight.

***

Heimdall hummed a song and walked towards the school hospital. When he left the castle, the leader of the advisory team said something to him, and it was these words that made him feel good——

"Sturlusson, it's actually not a good thing to worry too much." The team leader said earnestly.

Heimdall nodded approvingly, this incident made him understand this.

The team leader smiled suddenly: "This time, the Basteto Vulcan team also participated, did you know?"

"I heard." It must be the boss who got involved.

The team leader stared at his face for a while, and then said clearly: "I heard that the head coach of the Vulcan team rushed to the league headquarters, howling with snot and tears for a whole day, and the noise made those officials feel dizzy. The head coach said that they finally turned around and got a hope, but it almost disappeared. He also said that the Vulcan team would die in front of them if they didn't give them an explanation."

"Head coach?" Heimdall was stunned. "Isn't he..." Didn't he like Victor?

The team leader said meaningfully: "Sturlusson, sometimes things can't just be seen on the surface."

Heimdall nodded submissively with lowered eyebrows.

The team leader changed the topic: "Where did you find out about my original matter? You are a very thoughtful doll."

Heimdall replied unchanged: "Sometimes things can't just be seen on the surface."

The group leader choked on his own words.

Heimdall emphasized before leaving: "I'll pretend I don't know about this, and I won't mention it to Victor. I won't spoil the head coach's plan. On the contrary, don't just let go of what you promised me. .”

The group leader stared angrily.

Heimdall smiled very gently: "I found out more than what you thought."

The team leader's eyes straightened, and this time he was really straight. He watched Heimdall leave in a daze, and after a long while he couldn't hold back a sentence of emotion: "This kid really has a lot of eyes."

Seeing that the school hospital was right in front of him, a figure suddenly appeared from the side road and blocked in front of him.

Heimdall reached for his wand reflexively, but let go after seeing the person coming.

"What's wrong?" Heimdall asked.

It was Hassler Krauss.

"Can I give you a few minutes?" Hassler said.

Heimdall found that the Hassler in front of him was different from the previous Hassler. He was no longer domineering, had sharp eyes, and no longer said harsh words. He just looked at himself calmly.

"Okay." Heimdall nodded. "Do you want to go to the cafeteria?"

"Too noisy!" Hasler did not agree, but pointed to the direction he came from: "Come with me for a while, there has been no one on this road."

Heimdall looked at him, then at the path that was said to be sparsely populated, and said, "How long have you been waiting here?"

Hassler was taken aback, and turned his face away stiffly.

Heimdall laughed dumbfounded: "With this time, I can go to the school hospital several times!"

Hassler tried to straighten his face, but it didn't work very well because the facial muscles didn't cooperate.

"I'm not Victor, don't say those words to me." Heimdall said straightforwardly.

Hassler quickly sank his face: "Adam is right, you are really hard to deal with!"

Heimdall sneered: "I would like to ask him, when did he 'trick' me!"

Hasler stared at him, Heimdall looked back indifferently, then turned around and left.

Hassler hastily grabbed him, but this time he knew how to be humble: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I really have no face to find Krum, so I can only trouble you."

Heimdall pointed to his hand, which he let go immediately.

"Let's go." Heimdall took the lead on that road.

Seeing that he agreed, Hasler couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and followed him.