HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall was not good at tidying up. Maybe he tidied things up efficiently, but not meticulously or properly.

When I lived in Knockturn Alley, Cheese, Snow's house elf, was responsible for cleaning up. Once it was Cheese's holiday, the house would quickly become messy.It's not the kind of messy mess, everything will still be in the original place and can be found, but some things will pile up higher and higher somehow, such as clothes, after they are collected from the clothes rail, Heim Dahl can also fold it neatly, but the drawer that could have put three more clothes in it can only force the next one...

There are also piles of magazines that were simply used as temporary stools. Heimdall will pile them all next to the sofa in the living room, and move them to the fireplace in winter-just pay attention to the distance, and the stove will occasionally explode. Get a spark or two out.

He figured that maybe he wasn't good at it because Buddha, God, Jesus...Merlin - whoever it was - was meant to be.

Yolf doesn't eat the fireworks of the world - from his current perspective, that's the case. At that time, it wasn't Yolf's turn to do it himself, after all, his status was there.Fortunately, although Yolf is not familiar with chai, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, it is not too outrageous. He still knows that beef grows on cattle, either by nature or by steak or jerky.

In his previous life, Heimdall had learned to do housework early because of his poverty and lack of support, but that was all he had learned. He could cook a meal, wash clothes and tidy up the house. Of course he could do it. At that time If he does not do it himself, he will starve to death, let alone hire part-time workers extravagantly.

That's how he lived anyway, until he opened his eyes and became Heimdall again.

Nowadays, there will be no more clansmen with other plans who take Yolf as the leader for no reason, and there will no longer be landlords who always give him face because of frequent arrears of rent.

Heimdall felt that he was still him, and it seemed that he hadn't changed much.

"That's right, some aspects really remain the same." Boyfriend Victor nodded with certainty.

Victor hasn't changed, whether it was in the past or now, including his hobbies that Heimdall can never resonate with, such as classical music, which makes people drowsy after listening to it; even if he understands the title of the book It is also impossible to understand the meaning of the bible-it is said to be extracurricular readings; bloody or religious oil paintings that make people puzzled, etc.

Victor is also very good at tidying up the house, better than him. At least, the drawers that can hold six clothes will not only hold four.

Even Heimdall's experimental laboratory changed its display under his suggestion. Although the things are still the same, they have a new look.

Since the experimental laboratory is now managed by Heimdall, the decoration style of the room should naturally be suitable for Heimdall, and the most important thing is to make it easier for him to use.

Under Viktor's drastic adjustments, the traces left by the previous generations of room chiefs gradually faded away, and so did Grindelwald's.Heimdall finds it miraculous that Victor can always tidy up the room with ease, or with his own hands or with a few magic tricks. Or not even you feel that he is still sitting next to you.

Now, Heimdall is located in this gloomy and messy experimental laboratory, which has become well-organized and comfortable, sitting in front of the fireplace with a dark red copper edge at the big oak desk and studying hard.

The desk was cluttered with parchment and plain white paper, as well as large volumes of History of Magic textbooks.

Here, the master frowns and scans line by line. The orange-red fire light shines on the face, which softens the tense face, but makes the depression in the eyes more obvious.

He had an open letter in his hand. The envelope was white, with a narrow purplish border rolled over the triangular flap, and a debossed letter "W" against a scale in the center of the khaki seal.

This is the reply letter from the International Wizengamot Management Office that I just received today, informing him that the timing of the certification exam for junior trainees this year has been adjusted. The exam that was originally held in April next year has been moved forward to November this year. It said that if he still has the willingness to apply for the examination, please send them the end-of-year examination results of each academic year since he entered the school within the specified time, and also attach an application intention, that is, explain why he wants to enter the international university. Sengamo.

Heimdall felt a headache.

One is because of the embarrassment that the sad Potions, History of Magic, and Astronomy grades are about to be sent out; the other is because this is the first time I have heard of the intention to apply for the exam.

His History of Magic grades in the first two years are a done deal, unless he can persuade Professor Manko to cheat for him - which is of course a fantasy.

What troubled Heimdall the most was the intention to apply for the exam.how to write?Straightforward or high-spirited?No idea at all.

Haven't had it before, is it a new one?If so, there is no information to refer to.

At the other end of the laboratory, two assistants were helpless facing a large pile of wands, holding Heimdall's instructions on how to identify the shape of wands in their hands, and applied them to each wand with difficulty, and the progress was extremely slow.

Just when the three of them looked tragic, Hina sent another letter to Heimdall.

The envelope is a rare pine color, and the fine linen paper is densely covered with silky stripes, shining with dots of white light at different angles.Heimdall glanced distractedly. The words were beautiful but unfamiliar. There was no trace of the sender on the envelope. After hesitating for a moment, he turned sideways and opened the seal of the letter against the backlight—the seal No wax on it either.

He took out the silk letter paper, glanced at the signature first habitually, and then raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The content of the letter is as follows——

[Dear Rig,

I have been following the progress of the trial with great enthusiasm - if you still remember the trial ten days later, you must know that the trial itself does not attract me, as far as I am an old man who is dying, I would rather watch it A super-bad Quidditch match is not willing to sit in a space mixed with all kinds of low-quality perfumes and hold your breath to watch others swearing at each other in a legally permitted place. ]

Heimdall couldn't help but laugh, the old man was still as difficult to serve as ever.

[You were very calm during the trial, I hope you can maintain this rare disposition, most young people nowadays are impetuous - you know, especially those in our family, they will bark their teeth and claws at the slightest sign of trouble, and are extremely vicious... Oh, I don't want to think about it, it's so sad. ]

Heimdall pouted when he saw this, please be careful.

[Rig, my dear Rig, your name is Heimdall, and your surname is Stulusson.You are an Icelander, please remember that an Icelandic wizard is not French, not German, not Spanish, and not British. ]

signed by Lange Westner Sturluson

[Also, I sent you something, it may arrive later, remember to check it.Also, I would like to know what kind of expression you are reading this letter now. ]

Heimdall put the letter on the table without laughing.

The "something" mentioned by Elder Lange in his letter was indeed coming soon. When that thing was placed carelessly in his laboratory, not only Heimdall stared and frowned, but the two assistants also put down their hands. The workman in the house ran over and looked around curiously.

It is the painted snow screen composed of four screen fans placed in the ancestral house.

I just glanced at it in a hurry that day, but I didn’t look at it carefully. Today, I feel a strong visual impact when I suddenly reappear in front of my eyes. The whole set of screens is tall and exquisite, and a dead tree trunk in the picture is vivid and ready to come out.On the top of each screen fan is a miniature bronze statue of an owl holding a bell. The supporting feet under the screen fan are also engraved with owl patterns. Except for the picture of the main character on the screen fan, all other parts are painted with matte silver paint. It can not only echo the white snow scene, but also not overwhelm the host.

Heimdall circled the screen, and saw a line of writing on the lower left corner behind the screen, which seemed to be carved with a knife at random. Heimdall squatted down and touched them with his hand. The writing was a little mottled, and he turned his back to the fireplace. , it seemed that the light below was not enough, he took out his wand and made a fluorescent flash to illuminate the line of writing.

Solron Sturluson

Well, don't give up for nothing, this thing is worth a lot of Galleons.

Then, Director Strulusson became worried, where should this big guy be placed?

***

Heimdall sealed the transcript and application intention in an envelope and sent it out, and Olar quickly turned into a small black spot in the air and disappeared among the thick clouds.

When I was writing the letter, I was still beating drums in my heart. After watching it fly out, I felt a sense of relief. No matter what, he has prepared everything that needs to be written, and he has written everything that needs to be written. If he I didn't even get a glimpse of the doorway, so I'll try to find a way to continue to peep next year.

Heimdall cheered himself up very much, stretched out his hand and closed the window, and when he turned around to calm down, he forgot all about it, and began to seem a little nervous again...

The large snow screen was placed in front of the signature wall at Victor’s suggestion, and the dark red curtains hanging on that wall were replaced with fresh olive color—the color of spring, which filled the laboratory with a heavy The hard decoration with a sense of history brings out some comfort and tranquility like a spring breeze.

Victor also moved the two-person sofa that had been almost discarded in one corner to the front of the screen, tore off the luxurious sofa cover embroidered with gold thread, covered it with a linen-colored wool blanket, and put a few emerald greens on it. There are blue and blue pillows, and a few pots of ornamental plants are placed beside the sofa. He often sits on this sofa to read books and feel his own masterpieces up close.

When Heimdall, who was sitting behind the big desk, looked up at the window inadvertently again, Viktor said without raising his head, "If the intention to apply for the exam can decide everything, there is no need to hold the exam later."

His thoughts were seen right away, and Heimdall couldn't help feeling embarrassed. He touched his nose in embarrassment, and held up the book again, forcing himself to read the words on the page into his mind. Falling—always falling.Heimdall didn't even dare to look at Victor, pretending to be calm and gently put the book down, then quickly turned it around on the desk, and then lifted it up again without changing expression.

He stared straight at the book, didn't dare to aim randomly, and listened carefully with his ears up. Well, very good, there was no movement at all, and Heimdall quickly felt relieved.

It's kind of deceptive.

Victor, who was also looking directly at the book, raised the corners of his mouth.

When the letter came back the next day, when Heimdall opened the letter, his hands slipped, and there was a thud, the seal was torn too far, and the letter inside fell out directly.

Victor chuckled and stroked his hair reassuringly.

Heimdall emphasized, "I'm not nervous!"

Victor nodded, with a deep smile in his eyes.

For fear that he might not believe it, Heimdall emphasized again, "I'm really not nervous! This letter will definitely come, and anyone who applies and meets the test standards will be able to take the test."

Victor still nodded.

Heimdall closed his mouth in grief and looked down at the letter.

"How is it?" Victor asked after a while.

Heimdall didn't answer. He read the letter again before raising his eyes and said, "They asked me to go for an interview."

"Interview?" Victor expressed surprise.

"Yes." Heimdall handed him the letter. "It's called a pre-examination interview."

Victor took the letter and scanned it quickly before returning it to him.

"It turned out that there was no pre-exam interview."

Heimdall nodded, let alone the interview before the exam, the intention to apply for the exam is freshly released.

From this point of view, he is going to be the first batch of people to eat crabs?

"The International Wizengamobe is more cautious than before." After a while, Victor sighed.

***

Originally, Victor wanted to accompany him, but unfortunately, these two days happened to coincide with the once-a-year employment consultation meeting specially prepared for seventh-grade students. According to the regulations of the German school, during the employment intention survey Unless it is absolutely necessary, it is not allowed to leave the Durmstrang Mountains.

Victor had no choice but to give up. Heimdall felt that the inauguration survey was very important. He wanted to comfort him a few words, but then changed his mind and said arrogantly, "You didn't tell me anything when you said you were going to participate in the advanced training. I think it's fairer if you don't go today." He reached out and patted Victor's cheek, with the cool attitude of a dandy after he succeeded in stealing incense and jade. "Stay honestly at school and wait for second-hand news about Master Ben, Mr. Krum."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away in a neat and unrestrained manner... Anyway, Heimdall felt quite unrestrained.

Knowing the reason why he wanted to leave school, Principal Karkaroff generously lent him his special carriage for the principal. Heimdall immediately expressed his flattery, and at the same time understood the principal's intention. Today's trip also represented Germany. Armstrong Junior College.

The face-saving projects that should be done must be done enough.

Every headmaster of Durmstrang can inherit an exclusive car after taking office, a small but elegant carriage pulled by a strong Saharan Bloodmane Pegasus.Different from the smart and docile Nordic Pegasus, the equatorial Pegasus is not very good-tempered. When someone approaches them, they like to stomp their hooves anxiously. This may be to attract attention, or to show their strong physique, although they Their physiques are actually not as stalwart as they think.

Equatorial Pegasus is generally small in size. Measured from the height of the back, it is [-] to [-] centimeters shorter than the average height of the Nordic Pegasus.

There are also great differences in appearance characteristics.

The Sahara Bloodmane that served Karkaroff was very beautiful. Its fur was dark chestnut, and it was groomed to be shiny and smooth. There were dark red spots on the limbs near the hooves. The color of its wings was slightly lighter than the color of its fur. The plump feathers on the upper body are also spotted with clusters of dark red spots, and the blood-red horse mane stretches out in a mess along the straight shoulder blades of the neck. A mass of flames blazed at the shoulders and necks.

Heimdall thought to himself, this is not a blood mane, it's just kindling.

Bloodmane snorted at Heimdall, hissing in disdain.

Heimdall patiently opened the car door and climbed up.

Before he could sit still, the horse started to gallop that day, and Heimdall was caught off guard, bumping his head against the glass window with a "boom", and then he let out a low muffled grunt.

Although the sky horse cart is very stable, especially after going to the sky, you will not feel the slightest unsteadiness or bumps at all, provided that you must sit firmly on the seat.

Damn horse!Heimdall cursed while covering his forehead.

Then very coincidentally, the horse suddenly let out a series of triumphant and loud neighing, the sound spread far away, echoed among the mountain peaks, and spread into the surrounding clouds.

Sounds like mocking.