HP's Foreign Land

"Diary January [-], [-]"

The family engaged Lucius, who was a very nice girl, and the two seemed to match so well in terms of appearance, manners, reception, and way of speaking. They were a match made in heaven.

Since the next generation is still young, the two families decided to wait until they reach adulthood to discuss the marriage arrangements.

I don't know if Lucius likes that girl, because he didn't object to it from the beginning to the end, just didn't object.My eldest brother possessed the Malfoys' innate keenness of observation, and the ambition that goes with it.He always knew what he wanted and what he was going to do.

not like me...

The future sister-in-law is called Narcissa Black.

I like her last name.

***

Leon was woken up by a sharp and weird commotion. He pushed the quilt and sat up all at once, with a look of panic that would never appear on him on weekdays.

The terrible thing is that the noise is ding ding ding ding ding ding bang.There is only sound and no movement, indicating that it is not threatening.After thinking about this, Leon felt a headache while relaxing, and regretted it in his heart. He knew that before going to bed, he would use some magic to insulate and silence his bed.

Suddenly, the commotion stopped abruptly, and rustling sounds came from outside the hanging curtain. Leon lifted the curtain and looked out. His roommate was slowly getting off the bed. At this moment, from his angle Looking over, I can see a rosy face dozing off, with sleepy eyes, yawns coming out of those coral-colored tender lips one after another...

The more this happened, the more angry Leon became.Looks like you slept well last night, right? !This Sturlusson didn't realize that he was disturbing the people at all?At least he, Blueleg, was disturbed!Now that he was awake, it was unrealistic to go back to sleep after a full belly, so Leon got out of bed and changed his clothes.

Master Bruelag never thought he had the spirit of getting up, it was too childish, but today was not the case, so that after waking up, he couldn't see anything pleasing to the eye, his eyes were like two cold daggers, and wherever he went, there were ravines, ravines, Swords, lights, swords and shadows", the frozen aura is better than before, almost comparable to the outside of the window.

That's right, room 017 where the two of them live is exactly one of those unpopular dormitories.Looking out of the window, behind the icy white mist is a mountain range of permafrost with no grass growing and all white.When living in the dormitory of the East Tower last semester, Heimdall saw the pointed roofs of the ancient town of Kapok several times, but those were the outermost houses of the ancient town, and they were lucky only when God was resting. Visibility is extremely low.

After being slapped in the eye by Leon a few times, Heimdall learned how to be good, and no longer took the initiative to approach him to make trouble.Scratching his head inexplicably, he ran to the window and stared outside.After Leon came out of the bathroom, he saw that the disturber had a new trick. He didn't wash up and just stood by the window and looked out.God knows what strange scenery outside attracted his attention.

A biting cold wind suddenly blew in, and Leon shrank his neck and shivered fiercely.Before he could question anything, Heimdall apologized, "Sorry, sorry, it's my owl." With his voice, the cold wind disappeared.

Leon looked up and was dumbfounded.This big black guy... an owl?

"You used to live in England?"

"Well, yes." Heimdall replied as he untied a stack of letters brought by Olar, and by the way took out the "meal" (tomato bag spider) that had been prepared earlier and poured it into the bird stand without hesitation. In the small metal bowl, Olar gently rubbed his head against his master, then half-bent down to eat, as quiet as ever.

"Is it because I'm ignorant or the British magic community has made new adjustments to the interpretation of owls?" Leon said, "With all due respect, shouldn't your so-called owl be called the Queen's Falcon?"

"A gentleman shouldn't get to the bottom of it. If you know why you have to tell the truth?" Heimdall disagrees, "It doesn't matter if it's an owl or a queen falcon, it's my Olar, isn't it, Ola Er?" Maybe "Owl" is really so cute and understanding, and Olar straightened up perfectly in response to the master's question.

"Good boy." Heimdall gently stroked its back, and Olar's round eyes narrowed comfortably.

"I never said I was a gentleman." Leon Bruelag stood up decisively. Before he picked up his book and left the room, he warned, "You still have half an hour."

***

After hastily grooming, it was too late to go to the dining room for breakfast when they arrived at the castle, so Heimdall had to go to History of Magic class with a hungry stomach.On the way, my wife lived in peace, although the first-year freshmen still use the same method of killing people with their eyes, everyone knows that contempt, disdain, and ignorance of such pediatric things can't hurt people, as long as you have a correct attitude and don't look sideways. , even if they go blind, there is no essential pain with you.

To be honest, he was a bit disappointed by this development.

In fact, before going to bed last night, Heimdall made a general plan for the future direction of campus life. He said that the general plan was because he hadn't accepted the big move, in other words, he hadn't been there.Without contact, there is no harm, without harm, there is no feeling, and without feeling, it is naturally impossible to formulate targeted policies.

Anyway

A certain ancestor of the Celestial Dynasty once said: Treat the distance with the near, wait the labor with the loss, and wait the hunger with the full, this is the one who controls the strength. (36 calculations are waiting for work)

That being the case, he, Heimdall Strulusson, just waited for the yellow-mouthed kid from Italy to make a move!

Seeing that the History of Magic class was just around the corner, Heimdall was stopped by someone just before he stepped through the door.A brother in Durmstrang's official school uniform stopped him. This movement not only stopped the people whose names were called, but also made many young students stop and look back.

"Heimdall Strulusson?" The senior brother said in a condescending tone with no expression on his face, "If I need you, come with me."

Heimdall didn't move, and said in a good voice: "The history of magic class in the first grade is about to start."

The senior brother instantly turned back to his already unscrewed footsteps, a trace of anger surfaced on his face, "Don't make me say it a second time."

On the contrary, Heimdall always had a gentle face.Even if the anger was aimed at him, and all the inexplicable "coming and going" were also directed at him, Heimdall still maintained his calm.At least on the surface.

After confronting that senior brother for a minute, Heimdall suddenly nodded, "Please wait a moment." Then he looked back to find his roommate, but what he couldn't do was that his roommate moved quickly and had extraordinary eyesight, and he had already sat on the chair and said nothing. Hanging silently waiting for class.

It's useless whether Heimdall looks overtly or secretly, people don't look at him at all.

Abandoning the possibility of "reserving" notes, Heimdall held the History of Magic textbook in his hand and left behind his brother.

After he left, the history of magic class was like boiling water, rumbling away.

Quite a few students were predicting that Heimdall Sturlusson's departure would be bad or bad, and gloated over it.Classmate Leon, who never "advances with the times", found that the "suffocating duo" did not participate in it like other people, no matter whether it was sincere or false, they all participated in it and laughed together. They just looked down at the book silently , without saying a word.

***

Holding the book, Heimdall stood there motionless, feeling a little restless.As for the down-to-earth senior brother, he walked away after casually explaining, which was extremely irresponsible.

[Anyone with a little brain can see that this is a trap. Since you jumped into it yourself, you can't blame others. 】Heimdall turned around, and the black cat was standing in the corridor behind him, flicking its tail lightly, with a treacherous and frightening light in its big violet eyes.

It is still so elusive, come and go without a trace.

Heimdalton felt that the others might be false, and it was this "thing" that confuses him the most.

The black cat danced its limbs, walked around him gracefully and lightly, and walked to the dark door.

[You are not afraid of the dark, are you? ] There was harsh ridicule in his voice.

Heimdall quickly activated the automatic shielding device in his body.I have been in contact with this cat for a long time, and I really can't live without the ability to "leave it alone".

This is the problem that the senior brother brought to Heimdall, tidying up a room.Although the room was completely dark, it was hard to see clearly, but with the light from the aisle, he could vaguely see the messy scene near the door. With just one glance, he knew that the room could only be big or small.

Huang Kou'er finally made a move?Want him to taste the life of a house-elf servant?

I have to admit that this time he poked at his own door.

Heimdall raised his foot and almost kicked the crumbling door away. He walked in angrily, and roared at himself in the face of the dead silence of the room: "I'm just a young master who doesn't work hard. Hate tidying, Hate tidying, Hate everything that has to do with tidying and tidying!"

[If you have the time to yell and scold, it is better to do it quickly. 】The black cat jumped to his feet, even in the dark, those jewel-like eyes were still shining like stars, transparent and bright. [The purpose of this is nothing more than to make you unable to attend class. Today he can let you tidy up this room, and tomorrow he can still make another room that is worse than this one.Eldest young master, the strength of hands-on ability is very important, let's practice it quickly while this is the time. ] "This is not the key factor!"

The black cat wagged its tail, unmoved: [I hope you can still catch up with the last Potions class. 】