HP's Foreign Land

In the dead of midnight, the three dormitory towers of the Durmstrang College were brightly lit and full of commotion.

Carlo and Ryan chatted in bedroom 017 in the south tower.Draco hugged the peacock blue jacquard quilt lying on Heimdall's bed happily listening to what they said.Hasler and Slater huddled together in front of the fireplace, playing chess in a peaceful manner, perhaps they had already let go of the past.

Even the two assistants from the experimental research laboratory came to join in the fun, one surrounded the pods, the other teased the toffee.

Looking at the bustling dormitory, the owners of the room—Heimdall and Leon couldn't help but look at each other, seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.

Heimdall looked down and cleaned up the desk, thinking that he would not be able to sleep well tonight.

Lyon had the house-elf make tea again, and brought out a plate of pastries that Heimdall had never seen before.

Carlo, with the sharpest nose and sharp eyes and mouth, jumped up, and looked around Leon's face before grabbing the food. He didn't find the slightest sign of displeasure, so he boldly grabbed the second piece without hesitation.

While eating, he muttered: "If you really can't do it, don't go crazy with us. The bedroom between me and Rian is empty, so go and sleep there."

So he knew they were "crazy"!

Heimdall couldn't help but laugh: "This is Leon and I's dormitory, why don't you drive us to sleep in your dormitory?"

This guy is so confident in turning his back on customers!

"Anyway, it's already a mess here. Our place is clean. Isn't it good to sleep? Otherwise, we have to clean it up again."

No need for him to do it!

Heimdall shook his head amusedly, and looked at Leon, who also happened to look over.

You can tell what it means by looking at the expression, Heimdall nodded, greeted everyone, took the things at hand and went to Carlo's bedroom with Leon.

Before leaving, he was stopped by Draco, and whispered in his ear: "...don't tell my dad."

Draco usually has no chance to engage in "rebellion" at school. He has to take care of his face, maintain his dignity, and not make mistakes in front of others, and it is even more impossible at home. After a long time, and keeping the rules for a long time, I don't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to "indulge".

Heimdall smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

Some things don't need to be explained, Draco nodded vigorously knowingly, with a look of joy.

They said goodnight to each other.

Even though they were mentally prepared, the heat outside the room still surprised them a lot.

I don't know when, the weather in the tower changed from the moon and the stars to the bright sun.

Heimdall walked to the railing and looked down. The common room was full of people and laughter.

Leon glanced at it, then turned and went to Carlo's bedroom.

Heimdall looked around again and left.

After the two of them quickly washed up, they went to bed and turned off the lights.

Although it was impossible to hear the movement outside, Heimdall still felt the sound of footsteps coming and going coming in through the crack of the door. After all, it was not his own bed. He always felt that he could not sleep well. He tossed and turned on the bed, thinking about his academic progress, He also thought of the movement of the Struluson family that he had heard from Snow and his father, and also thought of the glamorous Fleur Delacour... What he thought about most was tomorrow's game, and of course, Victor .

Heimdall fell asleep in a dream.

Was awakened by a knock on the door.

Sitting up sleepily, when he climbed out of bed, he saw Leon opened the curtain, his eyes met, and Heimdall saw the sullen look in his eyes.

It's not surprising that Leon would be angry. In fact, he was also very depressed. It felt like he had just fallen asleep not long ago.

As expected, there were Carlo, Ryan, and Draco outside the door, with Slater and Hassler poking around, everyone had bright smiles on their faces, and each of them slept better than them even though they hadn't closed their eyes all night. Those who have passed will also be radiant and refreshed.

Heimdall remembered the elementary school students before the spring outing.

At this moment, the door closed with a "pong", and for a moment, Heimdall seemed to hear Carlo's painful wailing.

Heimdall turned around.

Leon held up his wand and muttered something he couldn't understand...

Judging by Leon's disheveled face, nine out of ten words are curse words.

Heimdall took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. It was 4:30, so he also muttered, "Nine out of ten."

Mr. Blueleg did not understand either.

***

The layout of the auditorium was disrupted, and the German school's student seats expanded rapidly, merging the virtually non-existent parent seats together.

Rommel, Snow, Osum, Malfoy and his son gathered in one place. Snow and Lucius should sit at the commissioner's seat. Earlier, British officials hinted and made it clear that the two still pretended to be deaf. make dumb.

Since I don't care about it, those officials naturally don't rush to spoil the fun. After all, the British wizards are visitors from afar, and it's just a joke to yell and drink on their territory.

How can I say that today is considered a big day for the German school, and peace is the most important thing in everything.

The members of Krum's family also entered the arena. Daisy looked around as soon as she stepped into the auditorium, and then walked over quickly with Vidin.

Anna started to walk towards the same destination, Prodi opened his mouth to speak, but his wife would not dump him, he hesitated for a moment, and reluctantly followed.

"If you don't want to, go to your group of friends. If you are so obvious, what will Daisy think and what will other people think?"

Prodi was taken aback.

After Anna finished speaking lightly, she ignored him and greeted him with a smile on her face.

Daisy immediately took her arm affectionately and pulled her to sit down together.

"Huh? How did he leave?"

Turning around to greet her elder brother to sit together, but seeing Prodi's back turning away, Daisy couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

Anna clapped her hands, "Yesterday I ran into an old classmate I haven't seen for many years by chance, and you know his personality, so I'm sorry to tell everyone that I didn't sleep well last night because of this, so I'll apologize for him .” As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked around, with an apologetic look on his face. "It's clear that we agreed to watch the game together..."

Before she finished speaking, Daisy smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, we are all watching the game in the same stadium, aren't we also watching the game together?"

Although she never put on airs, Daisy is an elder after all. If she said so, Rommel, Snow, and Osam would not be able to say anything. If these three people did not speak, others would be even less qualified to comment.

Everyone nodded and smiled, expressing their understanding.

Even if this page has been peeled off.

Are they still reconciled?

Heimdall carefully looked at Anna's face, but didn't notice anything, but that weird feeling lingered in his heart, and what's more, Anna's words had too many loopholes to stand up to scrutiny.

He can hear it, and everyone here is no exception.

Heimdall observed for a while as quietly as possible, and found that whether it was Rommel, Snow, Lucius and Osam, including the Krum family, all three were smiling and harmonious.

Only Draco curled his lips slightly and turned his gaze away.

They are all old foxes who are used to intrigue!

But this is the housework of other couples. Heimdall threw these aside, looked down at the book, and was yanked by his father, and the book disappeared.

Heimdall raised his head, and saw Rommel holding his own brick book, raising his eyebrows with displeasure: "There is no class today, what book are you reading!"

After hearing this, Snow wanted to vomit something bad about his elder brother, but then he thought that what he said was true, and reading all day was not good, so he decided to bear it.

Heimdall stretched out his arms, swaying left and right as a cover, for fear that Rommel would accidentally drop the book.

Rommel was even more depressed when he saw his worried and anxious expression.

"You should be proud of how powerful the power of knowledge is." Osam added.

Rommel didn't want to be as knowledgeable as him, and the more he competed, the happier this guy would be.

"The sooner the report is finished, the earlier the vacation." Heimdall was really anxious.

"...What do you mean?" Rommel was taken aback, and returned the book to him.

As soon as Heimdall took the book, he flipped the pages and said without looking up: "The professors said that this semester is special, and the teaching progress is always disrupted, so the big exam at the end of the school year is replaced by a transaction report. All courses are required to write a summary report of the school year that cannot be less than 0.6 meters in length, and the same is true for elective courses.

"That is to say, as long as all the reports are handed in, you can leave school and go home?" Snow asked.

"That's right! I'm still short of History of Magic, Potions and Astronomy."

"Look at what you've done!" Osam frowned at Rommel.

Rommel especially wanted to give him an Avada to try.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Draco asked suddenly. "The selection for the Vulcan team will only start in July."

Heimdall paused when he turned the pages of the book, "I'm used to it." He sighed at the book.

"What are you used to?"

"When I think about the holiday, I get excited for no reason. When I get excited, I want to leave school early."

Draco responded immediately, "I feel the same way."

The two boys immediately came together to sigh and resonate.

The adults can't help but laugh.

"Are you going to follow Krum after the holiday?" Rommel's tone was calm and strange.

"What are your plans?" Heimdall didn't change his face.

Rommel felt relieved, at least he didn't answer "yes" or "no" immediately, but asked directly about his arrangement.

"I don't know why the old guys in the clan have a sudden whim. They want to hold some family gathering and ask all the clan members who are still alive to go. I want to take this opportunity to take you back to recognize your face."

"When?"

"July or August, anyway, you will be on vacation at that time, won't you!"

Just not to mention the July selection that Victor will participate in and the August game where he may have the opportunity to play.

Heimdall didn't speak, he lowered his head to think about something, Rommel didn't rush, and the conversation came to an abrupt end.

Snow and Osam looked at each other, what does this mean?Father and son quarreling?But looking at the posture, it seems that it is not!

"Rommel..." Snow was a little uneasy, but he didn't know how to speak.

Heimdall raised his head at this moment, "Can I take someone else with me?"

Snow thought he was talking about Victor, and was taken aback for a moment, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Osam looked like he was watching the show, with a smile on his face, but said nothing.

Heimdall hesitated, "Would it appear that I'm pushing the envelope and thick-skinned?"

Rommel smiled slowly, "Who are you taking?"

Heimdall didn't respond, but turned his head and said to Draco who was watching them talking, "Do you have any plans for your summer vacation?"

Draco was taken aback, and immediately thought of something, "Are you going to take me with you?" His face immediately beamed with joy.

"If you already have plans..."

"No, no, it's the same way anyway, my mother is not willing to let me go out to play by myself, for fear that something will go wrong where she can't see." The words were very helpless.

Narcissa is an extremely family-loving person. Even when Draco goes home on vacation, he rarely travels with his family. On the one hand, the couple are not wizards who are keen on traveling, and on the other hand, it is also because Narcissa is more homebound.

Heimdall is particularly envious of Draco, no matter in his previous life or in this life, he has never enjoyed this kind of "helpless" maternal love.

"Dad!" Draco's eyes sparkled, and his expression was full of pleading.

Lucius shook his head amusedly, and turned to seek Rommel's opinion.

"I will definitely return your son to you intact." Rommel laughed.

What else could Lucius say, he whispered a few words to his elated son, and then said, "Then I will trouble you."

"It should be," Rommel said.

On this side, Heimdall whispered to Draco.

"You also know my original living environment and who my biological father is. Although my father gave me a surname, this is the first time I have visited my hometown in Sturlusund in Iceland."

Draco nodded cautiously, keenly grasping the unfinished deep meaning of his cousin's words. He mentioned that his surname was given by his father, not that it was given by the Sturluson family.

Is this the cousin's attitude?Draco pondered, but felt that he could understand.

He is no stranger to the complex personnel affairs in big families. It's just that the Malfoy family is thin, and the relatively prosperous Black family is almost in decline. He understands it but has no chance to experience it personally.

Cousin was different, worse than him, Rigg probably didn't understand anything.

Draco's heroism suddenly surged, and he immediately patted his chest and promised, "Don't worry, I will protect you in case of anything, and never let others bully you!"

Heimdall gaped, he didn't mean that.

After all, I am a pseudo-Sturluson, no more than someone who is born a young master. He is well-informed and sees no surprises. Heimdall wants him to guide him, so that he doesn't know when he makes a joke.

He didn't want to trouble his father, so he...

Both Rommel and Lucius heard Draco's bold words.

Lucius sighed weakly, and glanced at Rommel embarrassedly.

Rommel didn't mind, and laughed loudly: "Okay! I'll hand over my son to you at that time, Mr. Malfoy, but don't let him touch you!"

Draco nodded vigorously, head held high.