HP's Foreign Land

Full of unexpected surprises and slightly underwhelming clichés.Fred and George seem to have figured out what every school has to go through to welcome new students, and the clichés cannot be avoided, if a human being turned into a rabbit and back again can be called a "surprise."

The whole speech was tedious, and Professor York's hosting skills were lackluster.Heimdall thinks that the quality of his speeches needs to be improved, if they are not inspiring, they should at least be more practical.But the lecture notes that the Transfiguration professor presented to Durmstrang's first through sixth graders were blah, blah, blah, blah.

At first it sounded like a magnificent history of the school, then it was a bit like an empty and false advertisement, and finally turned into a commendation meeting for individual heroism. Of course, the protagonist of the commendation was none other than himself.Before he could recite the most impassioned last stanza of the entire speech, someone stopped him and asked him neatly to "step down and take a bow".

All the teachers and students present couldn't help but cheer up: God, I finally don't have to listen anymore.

Heimdall noticed that the one who asked Professor York to "vacate space" was actually the sixth-grade brother who had been dragging his feet. At this moment, he was already standing on the left side of the central podium, facing the embarrassed York with a smile on his face.The latter hastily pulled out a convulsive and cramped smile, matching that old face that was really not good-looking, and that look was pretty bad enough.However, that sixth-grade senior had the same expression, the same eyes, and even his attitude hadn't changed—hidden needles, gentle but tough.

Professor York compromised, he lowered his head, walked off the podium mechanically, and walked back to his seat.Although his back was turned to the student during the whole walking process, and his face could not be seen clearly, Heimdall could see something else from his sloppy steps and collapsed shoulders: a little disappointed, a little frustrated, a little aggrieved...

It is chilling that a professor with 30 years of teaching experience has to compromise with a sixth grader.Although to be honest, the people present did not want him to continue preaching.

The easy-going brother silently watched York leave until he sat down, then turned his face and smiled at the audience, and occupied the podium without hesitation.Just like a politician in the Muggle world is about to deliver an important speech, he is condescending and calm, his manner, his expression, his standing posture, the way he looks at people, and even the position of his two palms on the podium... Everything revealed a strong message to Heimdall in the audience: he must have stood there more than once.

Heimdall squinted his eyes and looked at it: the facial features are not outstanding, neither handsome nor ugly, to put it mildly, he is pleasing to the eye, and a classmate whose appearance is thousands of times more than him can be picked out casually from the audience.His temperament is also very approachable, generally speaking, "mild" means that he has no personality, and at worst, he lacks personality.But it happened that such an ordinary, ordinary person stood on a high platform and looked down on them, and all they could do in the audience was to accept the look down.Even the teachers at the school could only look at his back and sigh.

Heimdall thought to himself: Who is it?so awesome?

"Everyone, teachers and students, the new school year is coming. Welcome back to Durmstrang College. At the same time, I also welcome the 34 first-year freshmen sitting in the front row," he lowered his eyes slightly, and quickly scanned Passed the first-year seat, "Welcome to join this warm family that is so cold that you can almost cry." The shaking of the head and serious tone made many students laugh out loud. The messy atmosphere was reactivated.

Seeing that the goal has been achieved, he continued after a short pause with great skill: "On behalf of all the members of the Durmstrang College Student Union, I would like to express our sincere greetings to all the students present. Throughout the year, we have been able to encourage each other and make progress together, and I hope that all of you here will continue to cooperate with our student union in various tasks.”

The warm smile obviously didn't change, but Heimdall felt that the eyes passing by the door felt like a heavy weight at that moment.His words sounded polite, but they were actually meaningful. On the surface, they were deliberative, but they were actually a warning to everyone.

Heimdall leaned quietly to the right, and sitting on his right was the boy who was holding onto his thigh just now.Perhaps it was because Heimdall's previous "understanding" had won the other party's favor, so that his sudden approach did not arouse the other party's dissatisfaction.On the contrary, the boy even took the initiative to cater, and moved closer to Heimdall little by little.

When the two heads were very close, Heimdall lowered his voice and asked softly, "Who is that person on the stage? Do you know him?"

The boy also pinched his throat like Heimdall and said, "He's Ray Dias, president of the student body in Durmstrang."

Student Council President?Heimdall was surprised, he was surprised a bit too much today.Just a student council president?It looks like the headmaster... It seems that he is a privileged person again, he guessed.

"Then, in order to enhance the harmony of this big family, let's have some new programs this year." Chairman Ray Dias on the stage gave an encouraging smile to the first-grade seats, and when everyone was puzzled, he was full of enthusiasm Promptly suggested: "First graders, stand up and introduce yourself, don't be shy, come on, who will be the first?"

Self introduction?The freshmen couldn't help feeling a little flustered, looking at each other at a loss. This kind of routine may be new here, but it is not uncommon in the Muggle world, and it can't be abused any more.

There was no response, and the boys fidgeted.The senior brothers in other grades were all smiling and raising their eyebrows, with their arms crossed with interest, as if they were watching the show.

"Since no one takes the initiative, let's come in order." Ray Dias' eyes stopped at the far right end of the first-year seat for an instant, and he reminded with a smile: "Mr. Mitchell, you come first."

The boy who was named froze and stood up awkwardly.The boy lowered his head and did not speak, but Ray Dias was not in a hurry and remained patient.After a while, the boy raised his face, but his expression was quite different from before, as if he had completely relaxed and calmed down. Then, he began to speak clearly... The same was true for the next few boys, and at first they were a little confused. I can't let go, and I seem to be restrained, but I will seize the time and quickly adjust myself in order to release my best side in front of others.These children are only 11 years old, but they already know the means of suppressing and controlling themselves.It can be seen that they don't just care about playing around on weekdays.

As the boys stood up one by one and sat down one by one, Heimdall had to look at the chairman differently. He didn't have any paper manuscripts at hand, but he reported everyone's surname correctly in order.In other words, the president of the student union has memorized each of them, not only their last names, but also their faces.

There were slight fluctuations in the self-introduction until Leon, which was deliberately suppressed by the chairman of the student union, otherwise the situation might have been worse.The moment Leon announced his surname, Heimdall heard exclamations from the crowd, yelling weird phrases like "Mexican blood feet". This situation is not limited to the first grade, but also in the upper grades.Horror, doubt, fear and many other negative factors come into focus.There is no need to mention the family background, Leon didn't even say his name, he directly threw out his last name and sat back.It seemed that he was also used to dealing with this kind of situation, his expression remained unchanged throughout the whole process, he was calm and composed, and he was not moved by the outside world at all.

"Mr. Sturluson."

Heimdall looked up, only to see the president of the student union raised his hand to him, "It's your turn."

Oh, yes, he nodded, and then stood up expressionlessly: "Everyone, teachers and students, I am Heimdall Strulusson, and I am honored to be a student of Durmstrang College."

Just as he was about to sit down after speaking, the chairman of the student union suddenly laughed and said, "Durmstrang's new head of the laboratory, don't you have anything else to talk about?"

As soon as this remark came out, the first graders fried the pot first.All kinds of eyes poured on him, and Heimdall felt the same for a moment, but unlike the "unequal" treatment Leon suffered, the eyes cast on him were obviously much gentler, and they were not so complicated and difficult to understand.

Heimdall looked embarrassed: "Sorry, sir, this is very difficult for me, I'm afraid I can't do it."

Duncan, who was sitting in the fifth-grade seat, burst out laughing, and Bernick and Victor were both helpless and funny.Come, come, whenever this child is persecuted, his attitude will suddenly become very sincere, and he will even use a sincere tone of swearing to the sky, as if confessing to God, and spout non-stop.

Ray Diaz was not angered by Heimdall's public refusal, he still smiled and said in a gentle manner: "May I ask why you think you can't do it?"

"Of course." Heimdall nodded seriously, and said half distressed and half frustrated, "Because I'm shy."

At that moment, a crack appeared in Dias' flawless smile.

Heimdall seemed to think that the self-analysis was not deep enough, so he lowered his head and babbled: "No, shyness can't be fully summarized. In fact, I am quite autistic... Do you know that autism is introverted and withdrawn? To a morbid developmental disorder, there is another name called autism. I don't like to talk, I don't know how to communicate with others, I have serious obstacles in interpersonal communication, my temper is very bad, and I am always rigid Repeating what he has already done, he likes to cut his own wrists with a knife when he has nothing to do, but he prefers to cut other people's wrists, just like now..." As he spoke, he suddenly stopped and looked at the student union president on the podium. Dull and lifeless, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his half-smiling expression was particularly lifelike and frightening.

If you've never seen Heimdall, this scene will definitely convince you.

Ray Dias reached out and stroked the corner of his lower lip, and then said with the same expression: "Okay, I think I already understand what Mr. Sturlusson means."

oops!Are you not angry? !Could it be that this guy's self-cultivation has reached perfection?Heimdall touched his nose, threw out a high-sounding "You are so understanding", and finally got his wish and sat back in his seat.

For a long period of time, he was "lingering" by all kinds of sights.When the "thigh hugging" boy No. 30 on the right glanced at him seven times, Heimdall finally responded——

"Don't worry, you're safe," he said.

The boy stared blankly.

He said again, "Because I forgot to bring out the knife."

The boy's face turned pale.