HP's Foreign Land

When Victor rushed into the school hospital, he saw Heimdall sitting on the edge of a single bed near the window, stepping carelessly on a square foot with one foot, holding a plate in one hand and a spoon in the other, and buried his head Desperately pushing food into his mouth, his face was almost stuck to the plate, looking like a refugee who hadn't eaten in 800 years.

Victor didn't care about these things. Seeing that Heimdall was safe, a light smile of relief appeared on his face, and he walked over slowly.

Heimdall paused while eating, raised his head, and chewed vigorously in his mouth.

Seeing that his cheeks were swollen from eating, like a little hamster, Victor saw that he was looking at him with clear eyes and a pleasant smile at this moment, and his eyes couldn't help but softened a little.

Heimdall burped contentedly. Victor took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth. From the corner of his eye, he saw that there were still some untouched "Welsh Green Dragons" on the plate, so he raised his eyebrows at Heimdall. Heimdall pretended not to notice, and put the plate on the bedside cabinet.

Wasteland, which had been lying silently in the corner, suddenly stood up, walked to the bedside cabinet, and Heimdall quickly bent down to hand it the plate. The teeth of the wasteland lightly clasped the concave and convex patterns on the edge of the plate, and walked out with the plate in its mouth. He reflexively closed the door with a forelimb hanger.

Heimdall raised his voice and said, "I'm leaving right away, go back to the professor!"

The door closed softly.

Victor asked Heimdall with his eyes.

Heimdall said with a smile: "It frightened me and bled a lot. Professor Katenen said that it should run errands for me, and I should apologize."

Wasteland seemed to understand that he was wrong, and after being reprimanded by his master Katenin, he followed Heimdall silently.Those meals were what it brought out from the canteen, Heimdall wrote a menu, the house elves did the plate, and the Moor delivered.

If it weren't for the strict time limit for house elves to enter and leave the school hospital, Heimdall would have directly asked Hina to deliver meals for him.

Victor's face darkened when he heard "scared" and "a lot of blood", and he grabbed Heimdall's right wrist: "Where is the injury?" His eyes swept up and down on him.

Heimdall shook his wrist.

Victor lowered his head and saw several reddish-brown scars of different sizes on the back of his right hand that he was holding. He lightly touched the protruding scars with his fingers: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay. Mr. Follett gave a bottle of medicine and said that it will be fine after applying the medicine for two days."

"Your hands are really not flat." It turned out to be a mermaid, but now it's a wolf again.

Victor rubbed the palm of Heimdall's right hand with the pulp of his thumb as he spoke. Heimdall's palm is relatively large and fleshy, with slightly short and wide fingers and round fingertips. There are obvious calluses on the abdomen. Generally speaking, it is not the kind of slender and slender hand shape, let alone a beautiful and soft catkin that is well maintained, but it is very warm to hold and feels at ease in the heart.

Heimdall laughed even brighter when he heard his words, and said with emotion: "It's better to be in the wizarding world. It can be settled after three times, five times and two divisions. Ordinary people are in trouble. The injuries are severe and they are anesthetized and stitched. I need to be vaccinated against rabies... I don't know how much it will cost for a set of treatment, and I will run into a black-hearted hospital..."

Speaking of this, he let out an old-fashioned sigh.

Victor pulled him up with a smile, and the two walked out of the room side by side, and after saying goodbye to the school doctor, they both left the school hospital.

Before leaving, Mr. Follett gave Heimdall a pair of purple-gray woolen gloves with dark gray fluff on the inner layer. I don’t know what kind of fur it is. There are no fancy decorations, and the style is not the current fashion. They look old, but Heimdall likes them very much, because they are very warm on the hands, and Heimdall did not refuse, and accepted them with a smile after thanking them sincerely.

Leaving the school hospital, the two walked along the path.

Heimdall casually told a few anecdotes about the Muggle world. Victor listened quietly and occasionally asked a few questions. They stopped before the sidewalk.

"I didn't want to trouble you back then, but I was delayed." Heimdall said apologetically. "Hurry up and go to the preparation room. I'll go to the arena with Carlo and the others later."

"What a delay, it's not that serious." Victor didn't like it when he said it.

Heimdall just smiled.

Victor's heart moved, he stretched out his hand to stroke his cheek gently, and traced the light smile lines on his lips with his fingertips.

With nostalgia, he retracted his hand.

The two left in their respective directions.

***

Heimdall did not tell about his hand injury. Mr. Follett is a cautious person, and Professor Katenen will not spread the glorious deeds of pets everywhere.

Roommate Leon was very curious about his disappearance before dawn, and was fooled by Heimdall's distraction.

Few people noticed that he suddenly put on gloves, thanks to the bad weather in the German school, fur cloaks, hats, gloves, scarves, etc. are the students' daily necessities.

There are more than 30 woolen scarves in Ryan's closet...

Maybe they have already experienced the heat and passion of the European finals. This time, everyone was more peaceful. Although it was still a crowded scene of people in full swing, the students came in and out more orderly and more civilized.

Learning from the lessons of the previous competition, the school has opened a special entrance and exit channel for reporters this time. The flow of people at the entrance and exit of the stadium has dropped sharply, the pressure on each channel has dropped sharply, and the dissatisfied complaints and doubts have been much less than in the previous game.

Experience is built from curses.

After Heimdall sat down and talked with the students around him for a while, he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly took out the oval portrait badge from his pocket. The people in the portrait had already started to whine——

【You finally remembered me! ] Beto blows his beard and stares.

Heimdall smiled mischievously, not arguing with the former headmaster, let alone explaining for himself.

Beto was originally a domineering person who was easy to deal with. Seeing that Heimdall was so well-behaved, he immediately felt better and forgave Heimdall very graciously—Principal Beto also didn't like to be muddled.

Heimdall hastily pinned the portrait to the cloak.

Carlo and the others didn't notice it at first, but when they realized it, their voices were much softer, and the topic became much more "regular".

Beto, who had been listening to the students talking with great interest, couldn't help but look sad. As long as he was around, these children would feel uncomfortable and even become cautious when speaking.

Heimdall didn't notice this, and after sitting down, he buried himself in the book until Hassler came, and the two chatted.The topic mainly revolved around Hassler’s initial impression of Northern Europe, probably in order to make the topic have a certain continuity, so as not to be cold, he just picked up anecdotes and told them. Heimdall listened carefully and asked questions from time to time. Later, Beto also joined Come in.

The whole conversation scene was far from lively, but it also showed a sense of comfort.

Hassler nodded in his heart. Although Chairman Strulusson didn't order anything, Hassler himself had some different thoughts. His future life will take root in Scandinavia. If there is The asylum of the Sturluson family couldn't be better. He understood that Chairman Sturluson had no intention of putting pressure on his son, but Hassler was a little annoyed at Heimdall's indifference, obviously having such a good prerequisite.

Of course, Hassler did not dare to make his own claims behind Rommel's back, so he could only draw Heimdall's attention in a roundabout way, hoping to lead to a good result.

Naturally, Heimdall didn't know what he was thinking, just like listening to gossip.

If Hassler knew that Heimdall turned around and forgot everything he said, I don't know what kind of expression he would show.

Hassler talked about the way of the crucible again. Seeing him beaming and eloquent, Heimdall joked, "As expected of the young master of Gustav's store."

Hassler rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

At this time, the two teams from today's match entered the arena, and their conversation was interrupted by deafening screams.

They looked up at the same time.

Unlike all the previous games, unlike the tense battle against Liechtenstein, and not the open and secret fights in the European Championship final, the atmosphere in the stadium today is very harmonious.

The two teams flew into the arena at the same time as agreed in advance, and when each team member flew out, he could just catch up with the other's flying rhythm, giving people a feeling of hand in hand.

The novel and friendly way of appearance won rounds of applause from the audience, and the side on the rostrum was the most enthusiastic.

[Pretend! ] Beto disdains.

As soon as Beto spoke, others would not dare to speak, so no one echoed him. Beto suddenly felt bored. He really shouldn’t be here today. It’s better to stay in the castle and stop by. Even arguing with Ferdinand would be more outrageous than it is now. Be strong.

"I think today is just a practice match." After a while, Carlo commented on the calm atmosphere.

Diluted the slightly suffocating atmosphere a little.

The crowd joined in.

Now Beto was even more unhappy. He and Heimdall were arguing to go back, but he stopped watching.

In fact, he could just walk away.

Heimdall got dizzy from his quarrel, hesitated for a moment, and called out Hina, wanting her to bring the headmaster's portrait back to the castle, but Hina opened her mouth in a flustered expression: "Mr. Toffee ran out gone."

Heimdall was taken aback, "What's going on?"

"Xina doesn't know... When Xina realizes that Mr. Toffee is gone..." Xina faltered and lowered her head and twisted her fingers.

[What are you waiting for! 】Beto is more anxious than him.

Heimdall told Carlo, "I'll go and see."

Before Carlo could say anything, Beto rushed to speak again: [Yes, yes, yes!Hurry to see it! ] Can't wait to leave the stadium earlier, it seems that what happened in the castle will be more interesting.

"Do you know where toffee is now?" Heimdall asked Hina.

"Xina go take a look!" She ran away in a panic.

Seeing this, Heimdall hurriedly yelled "Notify Professor Kattenen" into the air, but she didn't know if she heard it.

Afterwards, Heimdall also left the arena, and Hassler wanted to accompany him, but was declined.

The students had all gone to watch the game, and the whole campus seemed quiet and empty, as if half asleep.

Heimdall listened to Beto's high-pitched chatter all the way, and he couldn't feel lonely even if he wanted to.

Along the way, I met a few Italian students who were laughing and laughing. Even when the whole school was paying attention to the competition, they still went their own way.

Heimdall brushed past them, neither of them seemed to see each other.

Principal Beto fell silent unexpectedly. Judging from Beto's usual behavior, Heimdall thought he would scold those students face to face, and even if he didn't embarrass the fellow villagers, he would complain in private. Say nothing.

It wasn't until they entered the castle that they became active again.

[I'm going to inquire about it! ] Beto couldn't hold back.

As soon as he walked, the pod cat appeared.

"What's going on?" Heimdall didn't say much.

[Toffee goes aggressively to seek revenge on Katenen's pet. ] Bean Pod jumped onto his shoulder, and his tone was full of helplessness—the kind of adults when they face mischievous children.

Heimdall was taken aback for a moment, and said dumbfoundedly, "Where is the wasteland?"

Doudou is no stranger to his way of focusing on the key points, and has long been ready: [In Katenen's office, I guess the toffee has passed by now. ]

Heimdall ran upstairs.

The higher you go, the more turbulent the portraits on the wall become. Some of the portraits are even empty, and it is very likely that you went to the first scene to watch the excitement.

The students were not there, and the portraits who were usually busy shaping the dignified temperament had no object to show off. The three aunts, six wives, four uncles and eight fathers crowded together to whisper and make irresponsible remarks.As soon as they saw Heimdall, they immediately asked this and that, and some even gave him detailed directions, lest he suddenly become confused.

Heimdall became more and more certain of his conjecture. In all likelihood, it was these talkative portraits that made Toffee listen to what they said, which led to this series of events. After all, the big boys in the school didn’t have time to know. .

"Has Professor Katenin come?" Heimdall asked "three aunts and six women".

Before they could answer, a voice came from behind: "Here we come."

It was Professor Katenen.

The two didn't say much, and continued to rush to their destination.

As soon as they reached the second floor, they heard loud shouting and booing.

The two looked at each other, and ran towards that side at the same time.

On a three-meter-wide passage, toffee the size of a shepherd dog and the wilderness are biting and wrestling into a ball. There are several holes hanging on the wall, and the lake-blue wallpaper hangs precariously beside the holes.The rustic wooden floor was not spared, turned up one by one, and sawdust splashed everywhere.The two-meter-wide soot-gray carpet covered with black diamond-shaped squares in the center of the aisle was stained with blood, and the portraits on the walls on both sides were applauding and applauding fearing that the world would not be chaotic, and even whistled frequently.

The level of excitement is not worse than that of the competition field.

Katenin's arrival silenced them all, but they did not disperse.

There was a hint of anxiety and worry in Katenen's eyes, and Heimdall could see all the emotions he showed in a split second.

The battle situation is very obvious. The arctic wolf wilderness is not the opponent of the chimera at all. It is very embarrassed to dodge. It is almost the toffee who is doing the fighting. Fortunately, the toffee is only so big. If it is the original size, the consequences will be disastrous.

Heimdall yelled, "Toffee!"

Toffee is still the same, his eyes are fierce and murderous, and there are bright red blood stains between his sharp teeth, showing blood and ferocity.Heimdall's heart was shocked. The current toffee seemed to be the Chimera beast that he met for the first time on the Twilight Island. He was indifferent to everything around him, and only wanted to smash the opponent's body into pieces.

Heimdall yelled a few more times, but Toffee still ignored it, but the wasteland was already crumbling.

Professor Kattenen's hand went into the robe, and Heimdall couldn't help being anxious. The professor must have thought that Toffee was so fierce that he couldn't hold it back.

Heimdall sighed, and said quietly: "Chimera, are you impatient to listen to me?"

Toffee froze, and her sharp teeth barely stopped on the neck of the wasteland.

The deserted wilderness fell to the ground with a plop.

Professor Katenin withdrew his hand and strode over.

Toffee didn't care about these, and hurriedly turned back, only to see Heimdall skipping it and walking quickly towards the wasteland and Katenin.

Toffee couldn't help being anxious, and moved forward.