HP's Foreign Land

During the short journey from the Nightingale Hall to the waiting area, Heimdall's state of mind changed from dark to bright just like the color of the environment, and a great change took place.Director Strulusson is not a self-pitying person. Depression is only the main theme at the beginning. Humans, of course, criticism and self-criticism tend to be more of the former.

Heimdall started to drive in the opposite direction after a short period of loneliness.This is making things difficult, and it must be intentional. It is very unfair to the person applying for the junior trainee exam, because he has no contact with the law and has no corresponding work experience. It is understandable that the trainee exam is more difficult. Why? The same is true for junior trainees?

Most importantly, all the teachers and students in the German school seemed to know that he was going to take the exam today, and now he was ashamed and humiliated. Why did everyone know about it in the first place?

Heimdall didn't even think about this question for a second, and began to criticize the world in his heart... Well, after all, he still has to be scrupulous about being on someone else's territory.

I felt very uncomfortable, and I really wanted to take revenge to vent my anger. Of course, it is impossible to imitate the "national heroes" in the Islamic world by crashing a plane into a building. The impact and consequences are extremely bad and should not be used. For reference, even though for a moment Heimdall was really flirtatious.

Instead of waiting for the elevator, he sat sullenly on the sofa chair in the waiting area. With a glance of his eyes, he saw the tea set and snacks on the coffee table in the distance. He had seen it from a distance during the last court trial. I don't even have the time to taste it.At this time, his stomach growled in cooperation—he hadn’t eaten lunch, so Heimdall couldn’t help but walk over quickly to find out what happened.

Snow-white cream, colorful sugar particles, and fruits on the cake are all plump and bright... The tempting tea fragrance comes out from the mouth of the teapot, accompanied by the green smoke that continues to seduce people's senses.

Then, watching and watching, anger rose from the heart to the gallbladder.

A series of fast-paced footsteps came, and a scarlet figure passed by her eyes. She walked in a hurry, and the sound of her high-heeled shoes buckling on the hard marble floor was slightly harsh, and her steps were clear and loud, as if she was expressing something. dissatisfied.

Didn't she pass the exam?Heimdall felt sorry for him.

The lady stopped in front of the elevator, the elevator door opened quickly, she walked in, the door quickly closed.

I didn't glance at the waiting area during the period.

When Heimdall unceremoniously stuffed the third piece of fruitcake into his mouth, six men came out, perhaps with different attitudes, but they quickly found a certain boy who was wolfing down in the waiting area.Look at that eating posture, it's like being starved for three days, and it's very inexplicable. His appearance looks vicious, and his biting movements faintly carry a creepy viciousness.

It was as if what he ate was not the cake, but the enemy.

The son of the Struluson family?

The six men were in a trance.

When Fasi came out, he found that the six people hadn't left yet, so he couldn't help becoming suspicious. He walked behind them and followed their gaze, and saw Heimdall calmly took out a handkerchief, wiped his mouth, and stood up. Patted the hem of the skirt and went to the elevator.

It seems that he has no idea that he is being watched.

Fassi turned his gaze back to the seat where the boy was just now, and as soon as the boy entered the elevator, he walked over curiously.

There was a mess on the coffee table, crumbs of cakes and pastries fell all over the table and on the floor, the teapot was half empty, and the remaining half cup of tea in the cup was still steaming.

Three-storey dim sum shelves were swept away.

Fassi shook his head with both a laugh and a smile, he was really resentful.

Heimdall in the elevator hiccupped, and quickly covered his mouth with his hand. He ate too much, and the hiccup went straight to the top of his throat.Heimdall swallowed hard and managed to go down, thinking that even if they want to return to the earth, they will never let them go up.

He stepped out of the elevator contentedly, thinking that the "revenge" was a success, at least he felt much happier than before.

No wonder some people eat hard when they are unhappy, there is a scientific basis for it, Director Stulusson secretly affirmed.

There was a lot of noise on the terrace, could there be another "fight" incident?Suddenly remembering the strange impatientness of the blood-maned horse when it landed, Heimdall rushed over in three steps at a time.

Sure enough, where there is bloodmane, there is conflict, that is, the stable where bloodmane is parked.

Today's onlookers were not as many as that day, but a human wall was still built in front of the stable.Heimdall walked over quickly, looked in through the sparse human wall, and saw the blood-maned one-on-one silver-white Pegasus. Heimdall was surprised that the blood-maned did not fall. downwind.

Heimdalton looked at it with admiration. Although this Pegasus was pampered, he did not forget his own nature.

Professor Ladiri once described various types of Pegasus in detail in class. The Nordic Pegasus is tall and strong, suitable for long-distance running; the equatorial species is lean and short. soon.

For example, during the journey from Durmstrang College to Emerald Village on the edge of the mountain, if two Pegasus horses set off at the same time, Principal Karkaroff's blood mane would arrive earlier than Madam Maxim's silver mane.

If Durmstrang is in a very hot place, the bloodmaned horse must be wild. The harsh environment of the Durmstrang Mountains somewhat inhibits its ability.If it weren't for Karkalov's willingness to spend money on feeding it, the bloodmaned horse might not even survive the first year.

This is all created by the environment they live in. After all, Bloodmane is not a Pegasus in the cold zone.

After all, it was bred at a high price, with a good foundation. Look, it doesn't even pay attention to the big green garlic, a relative of the silver-maned horse that is so much bigger than it.Heimdall thought that the blood-maned horse must have had a lot of imagination in the past month, and he had repeatedly rehearsed in his mind in order to retaliate, so he started having fun as soon as he landed today, just to pre-empt the "horse"!

At this moment, Heimdall suddenly had a sense of empathy, and when he saw the bloodmane kicking on the leg bone of the big green garlic, he couldn't help but shouted "Okay!", but his roar exposed himself.

The wizards onlookers whispered to each other, and they all seemed to know that he was in the same group as the bloodmane who took the lead in provoking trouble.

The guide staff found that instead of coming to help, he was cheering and cheering on, and he suddenly felt bitter.

Today, the two Pegasus horses are very wild. He and his colleagues went up to fight and were almost kicked to death.

The guides all looked disheartened, who made them small people, they couldn't afford to pay for any of the carriages parked on the terrace, let alone these beasts that were more expensive than humans.

They didn't dare to be ruthless, so the fight has been ineffective. Finally, the owner of one of them was still making trouble, and the guides burst into tears.

"What's going on here?" A deep and powerful voice came.

The guide shrank his neck when he heard this, and greeted him with a stiff smile, "Judge Hollingworth."

Heimdall, who was on the side, turned his head and found that the person who came was the silent judge who sat across from Mr. Fassi during the interview that day... Judge?Mr. Fassi is only a judge.Heimdall was startled, and he reacted belatedly. He swallowed his throat, struggled on the spot, and then carefully avoided the crowd and slipped into the stable, and suppressed it together with the help of another guide. Bloodmane.

In order to calm it down, Heimdall secretly used magic to paralyze its legs. Although Bloodmane stared at him dissatisfied, he finally calmed down.Fortunately, Tianma can't speak human language, otherwise Heimdall is really afraid that it will go back and sue.

Bloodmane's side is fine now, but the Big Green Garlic over there is beginning to refuse to let go. He probably hurt his face just now when he was kicked by Bloodmane under the watchful eyes of everyone. Overturned to the ground.

One of the guides had an idea, and took out an eye mask from his pocket to cover Da Qingsuan's eyes. Da Qingsuan's movements gradually slowed down, and it didn't take long before he just stood there snorting and stomping his hooves.

The guide couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and finally calmed down the old man.

Heimdall asked the guide beside him, "Daqing, um, who's car is that Pegasus in the Wizarding Union? Is the position high?" He almost slipped his tongue.

"Why do you ask this?" The guide glanced at him.

"If you encounter it, stay away first."

The guide raised his chin, and Heimdall followed his gaze - Judge Hollingworth...

Heimdall nodded with a wooden expression.

The guide patted him on the shoulder.

"Thank you." Heimdall felt that he really needed sympathy.

"That's your pegasus?" Judge Hollingworth turned his eyes to Heimdall.

This was the first time that Heimdall heard his voice. The last time this gentleman didn't play a single note.

"Our principal's." Heimdall replied respectfully, but he was slandering in his heart, can't you see the big school badge on the carriage?

Judge Hollingworth said nothing more, but drew his lips into a straight line.

Heimdall noticed that the corners of his mouth were down, so his mood began to drop.

It turned out that I heard a saying that when there is no expression, if the corners of the mouth are still a little upturned, it means that you are a good-tempered person, and if the corners of the mouth are down, it means that you are not an easy-going person.

Heimdall doesn't know if there is any scientific basis for this statement, but this Mr. Judge gives people the impression that he is hard, and his eyes are also hard, which makes people daunting. That's what Heimdall felt during the interview, although Mr. Judge Not a word was said at the end.

When Heimdall was pondering what to do next, the bloodmaned horse helped him make a choice.

Sahara Bloodmane suddenly broke free from the hands of the guide and stepped forward, then raised his hooves high, aimed at the target and kicked out vigorously.

Accompanied by a painful and loud neigh, Da Qing Suan was kicked out heavily, staggered twice in embarrassment, his legs softened and fell to the ground, trying to stand up again, but failed twice.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Judge Hollingworth turned green instantly.

All the guides swarmed around to check the big green garlic, including the one next to Heimdall.

Heimdall was also dumbfounded for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses. He looked around and saw that no one was staring at him, so he tiptoed into the carriage and carefully peeked out from the window. When he found that the big green garlic was fine Facing the blood mane who was still complacent, he howled in a low voice, "Why are you standing there, why don't you hurry up!"

I don't know if Bloodmane suddenly realized the seriousness of the situation, or if he really understood Heimdall's shout. As soon as the words fell, Bloodmane flapped his wings and rushed out. A small wooden sign indicating.

The people on the terrace stared dumbfounded at the carriage flying farther and farther, and couldn't believe that they escaped just like that.

One of the guides secretly glanced at Judge Hollingworth, wow, what a dark face.

When he returned to Durmstrang College, Heimdall was still remorseful. He ran away and was impulsive. Doesn't this confirm the charge of hit-and-run? !

The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I became, and the more I thought about it, the more disturbed I was, so I ran directly to see the principal, but I missed a chance and caught a classmate on the way. Someone told him that Principal Karkarov might hold a teacher's seminar in Professor Katenin's office meeting.

Heimdall hurried towards the castle, and when he entered the gate of the castle, he passed by Carlo and the others.

"Hi! Friends!" Heimdall greeted and continued to run.

"Oh, it's Rigg." Several friends nodded and continued to walk forward.

A second later Rian suddenly screamed, "It's Rigg!"

"Rig!" Carlo yelled after him.

"I'll talk about it later." Heimdall said loudly without looking back.

When I ran up to the second floor, I ran into Percy, Hassler, and Anita. I thought this trio was very interesting. The three of them seemed to be chatting, relaxed and happy, with a kind of unnatural... um, harmonious.

"Hi!" Heimdall waved to them.

"How was the exam?" Anita asked with great concern, her eyes lit up.

Two other men also expressed concern.

Heimdall shrugged, "Wait until next year."

It's really strange, how long has it been since he has become so calm, just now he was so angry that he swallowed a stomachful of cakes because of it, now he feels tired even after taking a breath.

Anita immediately regretted her glibness.

"It's nothing." Heimdall smiled at them, "I still have something to do, let's talk about it later."

Anita froze for a moment, then nodded helplessly.The other two men waved him goodbye.

When Heimdall entered Professor Katenen's office, the discussion was over. President Karkaroff and Professor Katenen seemed to be discussing something. When he walked in, Karkaroff, who was still eloquent, stopped quickly. mouthed.

"Mr. Strulusson," Karkaroff turned his head and smiled at him, "how did you do in the exam? It should go well, right?"

"Thank you, but now is not the time to talk about that. I have something important to report to you."

Tighter than exams?Although Karkaroff was puzzled, he let him continue.

After Heimdall told the story, Karkaroff's face became ugly, "You mean, my bloodmaned Pegasus kicked over the Pegasus of a judge from the International Wizengamot?"

Heimdall nodded, very cautiously.

"Good job!" Someone applauded vigorously, who else, Felix Katenen.

Karkaroff was crying and thinking about how to deal with the aftermath.

Heimdall was also thinking, luckily the junior trainees are recruited for the exam once a year, the judge probably won't remember him by this time next year, doesn't it mean that noble people forget things too much...