HP's Foreign Land

"Sturluson! It's time to fulfill your promise!"

On this day, the head of the wand research room stood expressionlessly in front of the dining table, condescendingly looking down at the head of the experimental research room who was hard at work chewing his plate of Chinese food.

Heimdall looked up at him blankly, half a minute later, he stuffed a second spoonful of scrambled eggs into his mouth.

The head of the wand research room raised an eyebrow and said coldly: "Don't try to shirk!"

Heimdall swallowed the egg in his mouth, "I didn't shirk."

"Aren't you thinking of a way to shirk?" A certain room chief expressed dissatisfaction with his contemptuous attitude.

"To be honest, I haven't thought that far. I've been thinking about what promise I made to you?"

"Do you remember my wand check?" A room chief narrowed his eyes.

"I have checked six batches of wands for the wand research room, but only once passed through your hands." Heimdall nodded, "Yes, I still remember."

"Don't use the former head to put me down." The current head of the Wand Research Office, who was appointed this school year, was surprisingly sensitive on this issue.

"You are overthinking." Heimdall looked serious.

The head of a certain room looked even more unfriendly. Carlo and other students were oppressed by the gradually falling air pressure. Students in other grades nearby were even considering whether to change seats. They stared at each other, as if there was danger if they were not careful.

When everyone was too nervous, Heimdall pushed forward a plate of cut baguettes, "Have you had breakfast? Today's baguettes are very good." Then he went to Carlo next to him, "Yes or no?"

Carlo recovered from his daze, and nodded subconsciously, "It's okay, I can make do with it, but..."

Before Carlo finished speaking, the head of the Wand Research Office stepped forward under the surprised eyes of everyone, and sat opposite Heimdall. He grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth. Mudar dissatisfied, "None of the things you recommend can be eaten." Even so, he swallowed one mouthful after another.

"I never eat baguette in the morning, and no one I know..." Carlo said weakly.

"So you know one now." The head of the wand research room told him, and then turned to Heimdall, "Can we continue the topic?"

"I'm surprised you'd ask for my opinion, Kant."

The director of the wand research room, that is, Kant, ignored his teasing, "Well, if you remember the last wand test, then you should remember how long that test was delayed, and by the way, remember that because of that The delay caused us to delay a game, and maybe you will think of more follow-up details by the way, such as telling me very sincerely that you will donate your strength to the wand research room for free as a small compensation for the loss."

Kant took the second piece of bread, and Mr. "Gourmet" Carlo was very entangled with his way of eating, muttering and talking to himself.

"I still remember what you said," Heimdall said. "Does that mean it's time to dedicate your strength?"

"It's good that you can figure it out." Kant affirmed his quickness.

"It's better if you can be straightforward and not go around in circles," Heimdall said.

"When my grandfather was alive, I always taught me that when you ask someone to agree to your request, you should point out the other party's shortcomings in the conversation and then use them to your advantage."

Is this a bad joke?Rian hesitated whether to laugh or not, but seeing that the people around him didn't mean that, he stopped thinking.

"Okay, okay, I see, I will try my best to cooperate." Heimdall continued to struggle with his breakfast.

After eating the second piece of bread, Kant took out his pocket watch and looked at it, then stood up and walked outside.

"There is a problem." Heimdall looked at the back and said.

Kant turned around.

"What if the person you are facing is dangerous? Doesn't revealing the other person's weakness mean putting yourself in a dangerous situation?"

"What I have just said is only the first case," said Kant. "What you said should belong to the last category."

Heimdall asked with great interest, "The last one? Then how to solve it?"

"Don't talk to him in the first place."

Heimdall was dumbfounded, and Kant walked away gracefully.

Rian couldn't help laughing, covered his mouth vigorously, shivering into a ball.

"No wonder I keep hearing rumors about his weird personality, I understand a little bit now." Carlo glanced at the baguette.

"I think that rumor is exaggerated," Heimdall said. "If God makes a person doomed to meet a few difficult people to please in his life, I hope they are like Kant who 'point out the other party's shortcomings in the conversation and then use them' instead of talking behind their backs."

***

Heimdall did not expect that the delay caused the wand research room to lose a possible chance to win the championship. He felt very guilty. That time he directly threw the work to the two assistants because he needed more time to complete the work. He endorsed the IW junior trainee. Of course, he couldn't transfer the blame to his assistants. Then, from this point, Heimdall realized that he did not pay enough attention to the two assistants, so he decided to treat the two assistants as severely as Room Chief Benson had treated him back then.

After seeking the consent of the two assistants, Heimdall decided to take action, so he began to search for the training plans left by Director Benson among the large and small cabinets in the research room. He basically followed these at that time. As long as the homework is done step by step, the result should be gratifying.

As a teacher who led him into the industry, Heimdall had unparalleled trust and respect for Benson. If he could lead him into the industry, it would work for others as well.

Director Kant of the Wand Research Laboratory is very happy to see all this. The more guilty the director of the Experimental Research Laboratory is, the more dedicated he will be when his contribution is needed.

But there was one thing that made Kant dissatisfied. He and Sturlusson started discussing the wand and expressed their opinions. Every time they talked about the excitement, Sturlusson would always stop abruptly. There was no other reason, "Dear Victor" came Pick him up for dinner.

"You are already 14 years old, not four years old." Kant complained about Heimdall.

Heimdall pointed out calmly: "Even if you are one hundred and four years old, you should eat on time."

Kant doubted very much whether he would be able to swallow that plate of meat without chipping his teeth when he was one hundred and four years old, if he still had teeth at that time.

"Your boyfriend is really an eyesore." He finally said what was in his heart.

"I'm very happy." Heimdall countered quickly. "It's a good thing you didn't tell me 'your boyfriend is so cute'."

Kant couldn't bear it anymore and yelled, "Get out, get out, and eat your dinner!" Then he added, "Don't be late tomorrow."

***

The next day, they went to see the principal together.

When eating in the cafeteria before, Carlo took out his notebook, "Do you want to start today?" He wanted to record the date of the game.

Kant stopped him, "Push back the start date by a day, move it up this year, maybe from the next date it will come back again."

Although Carlo didn't understand, he still said that he would leave a headline for them on the school newspaper. After the New Year, Carlo's school newspaper was booming, and the name was conveniently named "Dems Trump newspaper.The first issue has been released, and it is said that the sales are good.

Principal Karkaroff cheered them on enthusiastically, and also provided help within his ability.

Sitting on the principal's special carriage, Kant sighed to Heimdall, "It's all thanks to the competition, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sit in this carriage."

Only then did Heimdall have the opportunity to ask him about the wand contest, and Kant finally stopped being a secret.

"It's just a small competition within Europe." He said lightly.

Seeing that he seemed unwilling to talk more, Heimdall said helplessly, "You should tell me the name of the event, right?"

"European Asylum Contest on Wands and Wands."

Heimdall froze for a moment, then said uncertainly, "This isn't a small game, is it?"

"Have you heard?" Kant nodded, "That will save a lot of trouble."

"I still have to trouble you to tell me, I only know the name."

"What do you want to know?"

Heimdall has heard of this competition. Europe is a division. In fact, this competition is an international level. It is divided into adult groups and minor groups. There are also professional and non-professional competitions. In short, the classification is very detailed. It is a big gathering of wand lovers from all over the world.

"It seems that the wand laboratory in our school has never participated in the Asylum Cup competition?" Heimdall asked.

"It turned out that there was one time, but I don't remember the exact time. That time, our school's representatives were kicked out of the competition, and the results were also wiped out. After that, the Asylum Cup has always refused Durmstrang to participate in the competition."

Heimdall was silent for a moment, "Then how did you sign up?"

"I am writing the letter in the name of the laboratory."

"No mention of Durmstrong?"

"After getting the notification that they agreed to participate, I wrote another letter telling them that I forgot to add the prefix in front of the laboratory."

"How did they react?"

"The reply told me that there were too many people who signed up this time, and most of the application forms sent did not meet the standards, which brought a lot of trouble to their work, and mistakes followed."

Heimdall understood, "They informed you that your registration has been cancelled?"

Kant nodded, "Then I wrote another letter to them, telling them that I would push this matter up to the relevant departments of the Wizarding Union, report the asylum's treachery, and sue them for defrauding underage wizards, At the end of the letter, I hinted that I have a connection with them, and it will be up to them to see who can win, but I didn’t expect them to withdraw their preface immediately, and wrote to express their sincere welcome to the representatives of Durmstrang College.” After all, he sighed deeply.

Heimdall felt that what he regretted was not that he was slighted, but that he lost an excellent opportunity to report.

"Are you really going to write a report letter?"

"You believe it?" Kant laughed.

Heimdall was dumbfounded.

"You really believe it?" Kant was overjoyed.

Heimdall desperately restrained himself from using his wand. This is wrong, and it will cause extremely tragic consequences. Students should be friendly to each other.

Heimdall recited it silently several times in his heart, and took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, I really believed it."

Kant shook his head, "No wonder Krum is so tight to you, honey, you trust others too easily." The tone was quite regrettable.

"So, in the end, is, what, what's going on?" Heimdall looked cold.

"What's going on?" Kant laughed. "It's just what I said before. That's how it happened. My dear, believe that I'm right, what I'm telling is the truth."

At this moment, Heimdall wanted to jump off the carriage.

***

They arrived at their destination, an inconspicuous three-story goose-yellow sloping roof house, which looked like an ordinary residential building, and was located on a quiet alley.

A lazy dog ​​was lying on the side of the road, with a blanket of colorless under his body.

A teenager on a bicycle threw newspapers and leaflets at the door of every house, stuffed a few into the hands of Heimdall on the side of the road, and then turned his head and gave him a wink. Come to the party early in the morning?"

Both Heimdall and Kant are wearing Durmstrang's school robes.

"Muggles are really interesting." Kant looked at those leaflets with relish.

"Aren't we going in?" Heimdall simply stuffed the leaflets into his hands, letting him read as much as he could.

Conde opened the red letter box inside the wooden fence, and the contents overflowed all of a sudden. Kant pulled a few times with his hands, then took out a letter from his arms and stuffed it in, and closed the door of the letter box.

After about 5 minutes, the two were still standing in the same place, and Kant had finished reading the leaflet in his hand and was flipping through old newspapers on the ground.

Heimdall asked, "Will we be turned away?"

"Not sure." Kant regained his spirits all of a sudden, "If this is the case, there are more reasons to report them!"

Then, the door opened.

Kant threw away the leaflet in his hand, patted his clothes, "Let's go."

Heimdall shrugged and followed.

"Honey, show your best mental state." Kant said to Heimdall. "You should be honored that Durmstrang Academy is back at this event after so many years, we are paving the way for future generations."

Heimdall raised his eyebrows, noncommittal, "I just want to know what the representative of our school did to be kicked out and listed as a refusal to communicate."

"It's nothing, it's just a small mistake when using the wand to demonstrate black magic."

Heimdall said word by word: "Small, bad, wrong?"

"Yes, a small mistake." Kant smiled.