HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall thought that there would be a "wow" scene waiting for him, but what caught his eyes was a not-so-large porch, the layout of which matched the shape of the house, in other words, there was no change at all.

Two wizards sat behind a table. If you ignore them, this place is simply a cozy nest for ordinary people, with printed short pile carpets, brown leather sofas, snow-white walls, spotless windows, and pure cotton Embroidered curtains...

Heimdall also saw televisions and stereos.

Kant walked to the low cabinet by the gate and picked up the things on it: "Sturlusson, what is this?"

Heimdall glanced at it, "That's a phone."

"What is it for?"

"Same as an owl."

Kant seemed to have suddenly realized, and then stared at the phone in his hand like a monster. When he couldn't help raising the receiver, the two wizards couldn't sit still and coughed at the same time.

"I wish you two health." Kant raised his voice.

The two wizards who were "blessed" were very satisfied with the effect of coughing, and the registration permission notice that Kant had just dropped into the mailbox was now lying on the table in front of them.

"Mr. Horus Kant?" One of the wizards looked up and scanned the room between the two of them.

"I am." Kant put down the receiver.

"Please sign here." A form similar to a sign-in list was pushed in front of Kant. "Sorry, that one, yes, please come and sign."

"He's a follower." Kant frowned and looked at the wizard in front of him.

The wizard told him, "I'm sorry, but our task is to not let anyone who walks in front of us and is panting."

In order to prove that he is a real person, Heimdall signed his name.

The two wizards returned the permission notice to Kant, "There is a number on it, and this will be your basis for participating." Then they told them to go up the stairs with the handrail, and the first door with the pink heart-shaped sign was this time. The real entrance to the game.

As they climbed the stairs, Kant said to Heimdall: "I admire them for being able to talk to me with a smile all the time, when I'm dressed so clearly."

"Don't you think this is God's will?" Heimdad pretended to be deep.

"What do you mean?"

"The game we're playing is the Asylum Cup."

Kant made a strange face, "I told you this."

"Okay, thank you." Heimdall said again, "Thinking of your name, what a coincidence."

"What's wrong with my name?"

"Horus!"

"I've been listening to it for 16 years."

Heimdall hesitated, "Don't you know what Horus means?"

"Of course I know, isn't it referring to me, Horus Kant?"

"That's the name of a god in Egyptian mythology, Horus, the patron god of kingship, and also represents the eagle and the rising sun, one of the gods popular among the pharaohs."

Conde paused, "I know now. My name was given by my grandfather."

Heimdall was puzzled, "Didn't your grandfather tell you the origin of your name?"

"I never asked him, why did he tell me?"

Heimdall was speechless.

Kant seemed very happy that he had achieved another "victory", and said triumphantly, "So, what kind of god is this patron saint of kingship? Is he very tall? Or is he very wise?"

"He's blind in one eye."

Kant was taken aback, "What?"

"He's a one-eyed dragon." Heimdall smiled and pushed open the door with the pink heart-shaped sign.

***

This time, Heimdall felt a sense of enlightenment. There was a large room, a bit similar to the black magic practice room of the German school, with large Gothic stained glass windows and clear water brick walls. The gaps between the bricks are horizontal and vertical, a large cast iron chandelier covered with dust and cobwebs hangs above the head, and the hard stone floor is under the feet.

All in all, people will involuntarily feel a sense of solemnity when standing inside.

Looking around, there were quite a few people, clearly divided into left and right groups.

As soon as they walked in, they heard someone from the group on the right shouting, "Representative of Durmstrang, is the representative of Durmstrang here?" Silk impatient.

Kant and Heimdall ran there, shouting as they ran, "Come here!"

The wizard in charge of reporting stood on a single desk in the front, holding a list in his hand, and looked up when he heard the shouts of the two of them. Looking back curiously, there are still many people whispering and discussing.

"You are late." The wizard in charge of reporting raised his voice to warn.

Kant smiled and said, "I'm sorry, because the meeting time written on the registration notice I received is eight o'clock in the morning." He took out his pocket watch and looked, "It's just after seven o'clock, so I really feel very sorry."

A new discussion sounded immediately ahead.

The wizard was choked, lowered his head embarrassingly, and called the next one directly.

"Shouldn't my attitude be more enthusiastic and unrestrained?"

"What?" Heimdall asked.

"I've been trying to irritate them, but they just don't get angry!" Kant looked angry.

"You call that way of speaking 'provoking'?"

"I think it's enough weight. Whenever I talk like this in school, my classmates ignore me, although they usually don't pay much attention to me." Kant turned his head and quit immediately. "Hey, I'm not seeking sympathy, don't look at me like that."

Heimdall was speechless, "My eyes have always been like this. Besides, I think you are enjoying yourself very much. If there is anyone between the two of us who should be sympathized with, it must be me."

Immediately Kant said, "I sympathize with you."

Heimdall sighed, and in a blink of an eye, he saw a blue-robed wizard in the front left looking down at the newspaper in his hand. The newspaper was like a witty collage, and each piece of news represented a language, German, English, French, Spanish, etc., etc. are not the same, and it is not this that caught his attention, but he saw Victor's photo, the background seemed to be in a stadium, and he was wearing a simple training suit, because the At a distance, Heimdall had to read the words on the uniform for a long time before he could confirm: Bulgaria National Quidditch Selection Team He could only recognize the words on the uniform—written in English, as for the report, he couldn’t read it. I understand, but I don't understand the title.

"What are you looking at?" Kant followed his gaze, "Oh, what a cute boyfriend, isn't it?"

"Can you understand what the title of that report means?" Heimdall said hesitantly.

"You do not understand?"

"If I understand, will I ask you?"

Kant reached out and stroked Heimdall's hair, and sighed, "Honey, I'm German."

Heimdalton felt very sad for a while. "Sorry," he said.

"Actually, there are other ways. Do you really want to know about that report?" But without waiting for Heimdall's response, he dragged Heimdall and the owner of the newspaper, Sayhello.

"A person who reads the 'All Nations Newspaper' must be proficient in multiple languages. You can go to him and ask if he is right." Kant finished speaking as a matter of course, and pushed Heimdall.

After a moment of hesitation, Heimdall said, "Sorry, may I ask..."

The blue-robed wizard looked back, with a bearded face, half of his face was unknown, and he had a unique personality.

"Sorry to bother you, I saw you reading this newspaper, so I couldn't help it..."

"Get to the point, don't talk nonsense!" Kant corrected in a low voice.

"May I ask what the title of this report means?" Heimdall pointed to a section in the newspaper and asked quickly.

The blue-robed wizard blinked his eyes, and his beard trembled.

Heimdall spoke again quickly in English, and people still stared at him intently. Just when he was about to retreat, the bearded wizard decided not to be deep and spoke.

Heimdalton burst into tears, French, do not understand.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Kant arrogantly pushed Heimdall aside, and chatted with the bearded wizard. The two seemed to have a happy conversation and laughed several times together. where.

The sorcerer in charge at the front looked sideways frequently, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched, as if he dared not speak out.

After a while, Kant came back with the Universal newspaper, and he handed the newspaper to Heimdall, "Here."

"What does that title mean?"

"He can't read it either, he can't even figure out what language it is."

"'People who read newspapers from all over the world must be proficient in multiple languages'?"

"A wise man will lose something in a thousand miles."

Heimdall sneered loudly twice, "Aren't you German?"

"Can't I have a grandmother who was born in France?" Kant continued, "The organizing committee of the Asylum Cup this time has adopted professional and non-professional groups. We are non-professionals, and the group of people over there is the professional group. This competition is different from the previous professional and non-professional group evaluations. The two groups use a unified competition mode, that is, everyone compares the same items. After all items are compared, a total score will be given, and the ranking will be based on the score High and low. Today is the evaluation of wand knowledge."

Heimdall wrote it down and said, "You should have told me this from the beginning."

"I just found out." Kant was very calm.

"just got it?"

"Yes, Lucas told me."

"Lucas?"

Kant turned his head to look, just in time to meet the eyes of the bearded wizard, they gave each other a thumbs up and laughed at the same time.

The bearded wizard blinked at Heimdall, and Heimdall was stunned for a moment.

"That's Lucas?"

"Yes."

The bearded wizard was still blinking at Heimdall, Heimdall smiled dryly, the bearded wizard immediately got excited, and coquettishly blew a kiss, his eyes sparkled, like pressing two high tiles Count light bulbs.

Kant said with a smile: "Lucas said you are exactly the type he likes." He added, "He has participated in several non-professional competitions and is a fan of long wands. Done, if there is any problem in the future, Strulusson," Kant patted him on the shoulder, "It's all up to you!"

"Shoulders are heavy." Heimdall replied.

***

In the next magic wand knowledge contest, both groups adopted the form of rush-answering. Each group or person received a tube-shaped lipstick-like thing with a raised button on the top, and a " "Electronic signboard", whenever someone presses the button below, the number will be displayed on the sign immediately—the one assigned to you by the organizing committee on the registration notice.

"Hey, look, the professional group seems to be 'opening the book'." Someone in the non-professional group said curiously.

Sure enough, in addition to the buttons for rushing to answer, everyone in the professional group was also assigned a book as thick as a dictionary.

Kant said to Heimdall: "The professional group originally did not have the magic wand knowledge to evaluate this project. The companies, research laboratories or individuals who came to the competition this time are probably dumbfounded. In the past, the professional group evaluation focused on practice, while the non-professional group focused on theory. This time, there was a sudden unification without any noise, and it is said that there was no word about it before, and the secrecy work is really good."

"That's what Lucas said too?"

"of course."

"What's the use of holding a book?" Heimdall was puzzled. "Is there still time to flip the book while rushing to answer?"

"Probably to appease people, but it doesn't seem to make much trouble. Maybe they think everyone is the same."

"Yeah." After a moment of silence, Heimdall said, "Are we going to waste like this?"

Ten questions have already been answered, and the electronic signboard at the front is flashing like a neon light. Everyone is listening to the questions nervously, and some people are sweating in anxiety... Heimdall secretly admires , The wizard who is responsible for asking questions is truly proficient in multiple languages.

But the two of them have been hanging at the end of the team and gossiping. Heimdall wants to make himself indifferent. He is not from the wand research room, he is just a follower, and he will do whatever the "boss" next to him says, just Can't help but want to remind.

"Actually, I've been pressing it." Kant held up his hand to show Heimdall.

Heimdall was speechless again, he kept pressing the button and never let go.

"Forget it, let me press it." He snatched the "lipstick" from Kant's hand.

"Don't worry, it's only now... Well, it's only 18 questions, there are a total of [-] rush-answer questions, don't worry."

Heimdall wondered if he was the head of the room, and his servant was even more anxious than him.

[Contestant No. 21, you still haven't answered anything after the buffer time for answering has expired, of course I will count you as timed out! ] The voice of the wizard in charge of the professional group's questions sounded very angry.

The number 21 below shouted with a flushed face, as if arguing with the examiner.

The non-professional group was taken aback. Although the two groups were put together to answer questions, they belonged to each other and did not affect each other. Unexpectedly, the voice of the examiner over there suddenly became louder. When everyone took a closer look, oh, it turns out They've all been amplified with wands.

The non-professional group stopped the exam unknowingly, and even the examiner who asked the question stared over there in surprise.

[Okay then,] said the questioning examiner of the professional group. [Since you think this test is unfair to the professional group, and think that we deliberately make things difficult for the professional group players, how about we take the test together with the non-professional group? ] The examiner didn't care what he said on the 21st, and said directly to the non-professional contestants: [Actually, the 100 quick-answer questions are the same for both groups. If you don't believe me, I can check with your examiner on the spot. Let me show you. 】The contestants in the non-professional group shook their heads and said "no need" after whispering to each other. In fact, everyone didn't understand the practice of the professional group examiners. Is it fair for them to do so?That being the case, don't distinguish between professional and non-professional at the beginning.

It seems that the non-professional group is also very resentful. The examiner of the professional group said calmly: [In fact, there are 10 extra points for extra points. I admit that the professional group is indeed better than the non-professional group. High difficulty. 】Some people in the professional group snorted disdainfully, while others shouted in dissatisfaction.

The examiner glared immediately and said: [Is this how you view your own group?Are you acting like a so-called professional?What a joke!The Asylum Cup is not for you to go outing, chat and pick up girls! ] "Wow, the examiner went crazy." Kant murmured. "According to my experience, once the examiner loses his temper, he will not follow the rules. Sturluson, get ready." He snatched the answering machine back from Heimdall's hand.

"what to prepare?"

"Quiet!"

The two electronic signboards were put together, and German, English, Russian, French and other languages ​​flashed on it in turn, presumably to provide subtitles for audio and video.