HP's Foreign Land

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.

[Listen up, all contestants present, here is the question: Question [-]: What is the biggest difference between ancient magic wands and modern magic wands?Question [-]: Name at least four types of handles for ancient wands.Question [-]: Before the introduction of the Wand Regulations, wizards used a form of infusion when making wands. What kind of infusion is this?Question [-]: What are the standard size ranges for short wands and long wands?Question [-]: What is the biggest disadvantage of the long wand?Question [-]: What caused the emergence of decorative wands?Question [-]: Select five types of wand hearts in the field of wand making, and name the five types.Question [-]: Which kind of wand is the goblin wand?Question [-]: Before the introduction of the wand regulations, what kind of wand hearts were commonly used by goblins?Question [-]: Briefly describe how the goblin rebellion in the eighteenth century affected the wand manufacturing industry. ] The group of subtitles on the subtitle board in front came to the end with the disappearance of the sound.

There was silence below, and the ten questions were smashed down together. It was hard to memorize the questions, and everyone was stunned.

The examiner took the opportunity to say, [All answers are correct and 100 points will be added! 】

Before the examiner finished speaking, there was a "pop", and the electronic signboard of the non-professional group lit up.

The examiner of the non-professional group suddenly came back to his senses and glanced at the number on the sign, "No. 107."

Kant said to Heimdall: "Sturlusson, come on!"

"why me?"

"A follower is not qualified to talk nonsense!"

Heimdall cursed in his heart, this guy can use lipstick! ! !

"No. 107!" The examiner of the non-professional group reported again, staring at the end of the line unkindly.

Under Kant's fierce stare, Heimdall raised his hand and raised his voice, "Yes, sir."

[You still have 20 seconds left in your answer rush buffer time. ] said the examiner of the professional group.

"Question 25: The biggest difference between ancient wands and modern wands is the handle; Question 30: The handles of ancient wands are generally cylindrical, olive-shaped, drop-shaped and star; Question 35: Before the wand regulations were introduced, wizards would use human ashes Mixed with the ashes of magical animals in different proportions and poured into the wand to fix the position of the center of the wand, this practice was banned at the end of the eighteenth century; Question 17: The scale of the short wand is between [-]-[-] cm , the long wand is larger than [-] cm, there is no upper limit, as long as the user does not feel in the way; the fifth question: the biggest disadvantage of the long wand is that it will delay the instant magic; the sixth question: the appearance of decorative wands is because Squibs; Question [-]: The heart of the wand is selected from five categories: bird tail feathers, magical animal hair, magical animal heart tendon locks, magical plants, and wizard brains, the last of which was banned in the [-]th century; Question [-]: The goblin wand is commonly known as the wand of silence; Question [-]: Before the introduction of the wand regulations, goblins used the brains of wizards as the core of the wand; Question [-]: The goblin rebellion in the [-]th century promoted the prosperity of the wand manufacturing industry. The wand-making is taken over by goblins."

Having said this in one breath, Heimdall took a quick breath, "The answer is over, sir."

All the people present stared at him, still, motionless, without making a sound, it was eerily quiet.

Heimdall felt terrified.

"Sir?" He looked at the examiner.

[Durmstrang, 100 points. 】

Everyone "lived" again, and when the first person applauded Heimdall, it was like pressing the "Start" button on the remote control, and the audience burst into thunderous applause.

Heimdall thanked the surroundings and sat down.

"I love you."

what?

Turning around, he saw Kant looking at him affectionately, "I love you."

"Thank you." Heimdall smiled calmly.

Kant nodded: "I'm going to have a wand-to-wand duel with Krum."

"You don't need to compare to know the result."

Kant turned a deaf ear, "Put into my arms~~~" a dramatic drawl.

Heimdall shook his head: "No, I'm too busy."

"how?"

"Yesterday you said this to your deputy director, the day before yesterday to the director of the broom research room, the day before yesterday to my assistant, and then... Oh, and Professor Manco, you see, I can't count them all .”

The players in front frequently turned their heads and looked at them one after another.

"You pay so much attention to me!" Kant said he was flattered.

"Believe me, I don't want to do this either. You are always dangling in front of my eyes these days."

"Don't worry, honey." Kant laughed. "I'm sure I'll be busy, there's no problem at all."

Heimdall stretched out his left hand and waved it in front of his eyes, and the ring on his ring finger flickered.

"I mean I'm too busy."

Someone laughed, and it was the contestants who had been listening to the "corner". Lucas, the bearded wizard, also looked back with a bit of resentment in his eyes.

"Very good, now even the lining is gone." Kant said to himself.

"...Durmstrang! I've called you many times, and this is the last time! Durmstrang, No. 107!"

"Yes, yes!" Heimdall raised his arms and pulled Kant's up by the way.

The examiner of the non-professional group—the one who was in charge of the roll call before, with a livid face, said viciously: "You can go."

"Why?" Kant asked aloud.

"You have scored 100 points. Do you know what 100 points means? It means that you have grabbed all 100 quick-answer questions and answered them all correctly, which means that you have defeated all the players in the non-professional group! Do you understand the answer? Go back to eat lunch, drink tea, eat snacks, skip class, go on a date, whatever you want! But don’t waste your time here! If you know it, get the fuck out of here!"

The examiner's emotions hovered at the critical point.

The two people were so yelled that they almost ran out while screaming. Before they opened the door and left, they heard the examiner's voice again: "Don't forget to come to the second exam at the same time and place the day after tomorrow!"

The gate of the arena opened and closed again.

"How could he yell at us like that?" Kant complained. "It's too embarrassing to be in front of so many people. And we are not Durmstrang, we are the Wand Research Office of Durmstrang Academy, which is clearly written on the registration form."

"Honestly, there was a moment when I felt I had more face, so it was evened out for me." Heimdall walked out quickly.

***

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Heimdall sat at the desk, tapped the table with his fingers, the wall lamp in the dormitory went out, and the umbrella lamp on the table lit up, then he looked back and tapped lightly again He lifted the table and whispered, "Take care of Mr. Blueleg."

Leon, who was leaning on the sofa and entered the dream, suddenly had a thick woolen blanket on his body.

"Thank you, Flannel." Heimdall turned around and turned the book in front of him to the next page.

There is another pot of refreshing mint tea on the desk.

Heimdall picked up the teacup, looked up at the window that was not completely covered by the curtains, and a big black shadow passed in front of him. Heimdall froze for a moment, stood up, leaned over to watch for a while, and then made a gesture. With a gesture, the big black shadow flickered and disappeared.

Heimdall put down his teacup, walked quickly into the bathroom, opened the shower curtain, stepped into the bathtub, and opened the window. After a while, a golden eagle flew over and landed on the window sill.

Heimdall hugged the golden eagle's neck—if that could be called a neck, and gave a few savage mouthfuls.

One person and one eagle covered themselves for a while.

"It's too tiring to come and go every day. It's training and reading. Go back and rest." Heimdall urged the golden eagle.

The golden eagle rubbed Heimdall's cheek with the side of its beak again, and left just like that unwillingly.

"Okay, so are you free tomorrow morning?" Heimdall looked into the golden eagle's eyes.

One person and one eagle stared at each other for a moment.

Heimdall let go of the golden eagle and said, "If you're late tomorrow morning, I'll talk to Kant about wands!"

The golden eagle glanced at Heimdall, then flapped its wings and left.

Heimdall stared at the black figure that quickly disappeared under the night sky outside the window, and murmured, "What kind of look is that? Laughing at me? He's obviously a bird, yet dare to laugh at me? Even though he's not a real bird..."

Mumbling, he left the bathroom and walked back to the table.

"It's over so soon?"

Heimdall was taken aback, "Did it wake you up?"

Leon on the sofa pushed the blanket aside, shook his head, with a look of tiredness on his face, "You know I've always been a light sleeper, you don't have to do this, you don't have to hide in the bathroom."

"How do you know if you don't try?" Heimdall shrugged, sat down and continued reading.

"Our family's medicinal formula is strictly forbidden to be passed on to the outside world. It is said that it was set by a certain generation of ancestors a long time ago." Leon said slowly.

Heimdall looked up from the book in surprise, Leon never mentioned family matters.

"I just dreamed about Mattie." Leon said again.

"Mattie?"

"My father's sister."

"how is she?"

"When I was six years old, I was married to a physician and accidentally revealed a formula to her husband, who was poisoned by my grandmother the next year when I went home to visit relatives, ironically, using the formula she revealed A potion made from a formula."

Heimdall glanced at Leon quickly, and found him lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"She is a good person and treats me very well." Leon's voice was a little dry. "She likes potions and all kinds of weird potion raw materials, but she is a girl, and Blueleg never considers female family members. She cries when she is sad, laughs when she is happy, and laughs when she is angry. She'll swear, she's the most normal person in the family, but Blueleg doesn't need normal people..."

"Leon!" Heimdall shouted.

The room suddenly fell silent.

"I've heard that if a person has an unsatisfactory dream and happens to remember the content of the dream, he will be unable to help looking for a window to pour out and vent for a period of time after waking up. The effect is comparable to 'Speak the truth after drinking'." Heimdall said slowly. "But you can still be sober after 'drinking the truth' is over, you may not remember anything about what happened 'drinking', or you can pretend not to remember anything. You are sober now. Are you sure you want to tell? Are you sure you're ready to spit it all out?"

Leon looked at Heimdall, his eyes full of remorse.

"Then don't give yourself a chance to regret it." Heimdall urged, seemingly annoyed, "Go to sleep, Mr. Blueleg!"

After a while, there was the rustling sound of cloth rubbing against each other.

"Rig."

"what?"

"Do not tell anyone."

"No one will know, you are dreaming, just wake up."

***

In the early morning of the next day, Heimdall walked out of the dormitory tower and saw Victor walking towards him, so he hurried up to meet him, "Can't you enter the greenhouse?"

"No, I just want to walk." Victor held Heimdall's head and kissed him good morning.

Victor stepped back an inch, "Have you changed your toothpaste?"

"Scented with gin."

Victor raised his eyebrows, seemingly thinking about it, and then said, "I'll try it again." After saying that, he kissed it again.

Fifteen minutes later, they were still strolling along a certain path on campus, instead of going to the beautiful greenhouse.

"Is it cold?" Heimdall asked.

"cold."

"...well, I asked a stupid question."

"Talk about the wand contest."

Heimdall took out the Wanguo newspaper, "Tell me about this first." He pointed out the photo.

Victor took the newspaper and said with a smile, "How about it, isn't it a good shot? I personally think it's pretty good."

"Probably, Kant also said 'what a lovely boyfriend'."

"I want you to tell me about the game, don't mention that person." Victor frowned.

Heimdall glanced at him and took back the newspaper, "It's the same to ask Bernick. I remember that there are several Bulgarian students in our school."

"Well, the coach of the national team chose me as a Seeker."

Heimdall said in surprise, "Really?! Seeker? Right pick? Isn't it a shitty substitute?"

"Yes, it's not some shit substitute." Victor was infected by his joy and couldn't help laughing.

Unexpectedly, Heimdall suppressed all his smiles in the next second, and said flatly: "Oh, congratulations, fortunately there are such things as newspapers in this world, otherwise I might still be in the book when the World Cup starts. In a corner of the museum, in a corner of which we don’t know anything.”

"Are you angry?" Victor said quickly. "I didn't mean not to tell you, I just didn't think it was necessary..."

"I'm not angry. We each do our own thing, we're busy with our own things, and then we decide which parts are worth sharing and which are not worth mentioning. Isn't that what we've always done?!" Heimdall paused every word, his gaze It also gradually hardened. "However, don't you think the gap between your sharing ratio and mine is a little bigger?"

This time, Victor can be [-]% sure that the little boyfriend is angry.

"Because I feel disgraced."

Heimdall was stunned, "What do you mean?"

Victor stepped forward and hugged him vigorously, Heimdall struggled a bit, "Be more specific."

"The coach of the Vulcan team and the coach of the national team know each other. They are relatives. He greeted him."

"...Is this a rumor or is it true?"

"It started as a rumor."

"Have you confirmed it with the coach of the Vulcan team?"

"Yes, he admitted."

Heimdall frowned, "What's so disgraceful? The coach of the Vulcan team knows your ability very well. Does the coach of the national team only listen to his family? Don't you have your own ideas? That's the national team!"

Victor smiled helplessly, "I know this is ridiculous, I don't like to mention my own affairs, I think this may damage some of my image, the image in your heart, maybe you will suddenly find 'Oh, it turns out He's that kind of guy', 'That's what Viktor Krum is like', 'he's one of those guys' . . . and stuff like that."

Especially there was such a big gap between him and Ivan Vasilyevich. Sometimes, Victor even hated the person in his previous life. The bigger the gap he felt, the stronger the anxiety.

Heimdall was silent for a moment, "I hate Quidditch."

"I know."

"I'm not your fan, your fans might think that, but I'm not, because I hate Quidditch, I'm..."

"You are my Rig."

"Oh, so you know." Heimdall said again, "I have seen you from top to bottom, and I know the size of your little brother. I have not only touched it with my hands, but also tasted it with my mouth. What size condom should I buy, do you think you still have an image in front of me?"

Victor laughed and hugged Heimdall and kissed again and again, "You know, since you went to IW for an internship, your skill at teaching people has become better and better."

"Make things right, all IW staff will serve you wholeheartedly, thank you."

They continued to walk hand in hand in the morning, when they came near the North Tower, Heimdall stopped under a pine tree, "There is something I didn't tell you, maybe I don't think it's worth mentioning, but since Sharing is equal, I discovered your 'little secret', so I should also share my 'little secret', right?"

Victor's smile gradually faded, "What is it?"

"Don't worry, it has nothing to do with me." Heimdall reassured his slightly disturbed boyfriend. "I spent almost the entire internship in the reference room of the rotating chief's office, and you know that."

"In exchange for a badge that no trainee has."

"Thank you." Heimdall smiled and continued, "I saw some sixteenth-century manuscripts in the reference room, not many, really a very small part."

After waiting for a while, there was still nothing to say, Victor couldn't help touching Heimdall's forehead: "Rig?"

"It contains the minutes of Judge Osgrim Strulusson's trial, the list of prisoners written in his own hand, and the report of the conclusion of the trial."

"So, what then?"

Heimdall pondered, "His handwriting is very beautiful, at least more beautiful than mine."

"anything else?"

"Perfect report, perfect court record, perfect list, so perfect that I can't find any mistakes, at least I can't find any mistakes."

"so?"

"I almost ate them." Heimdall said very calmly. "I was afraid that I would ruin my stomach, so I decided to tear them up. Later, I thought it would be easier to burn them. I also wanted to put them on the ground and step on them." Taking a deep breath, "In the end, I didn't do anything and put them back on the shelf." superior."

"It's a pity," Victor said.

"So now I regret it every day, regretting why I didn't blow them up directly into powder, instead of putting them back on the shelf like this and continuing to be admired by later generations, like a glorious, impeccable, respected Honorable pioneers."

Victor kissed his forehead and said nothing.

Osgrim Sturluson, the sixth-generation patriarch of the Sturluson family, has been expelled, and the biological father of Jolf Wayne Sturluson.

"He's a murderer!" Heimdall said firmly.