HP's Foreign Land

There is no time limit for the second game. It should be said that according to the competition process, the venue rented for this competition will be cleared at seven o'clock in the evening and locked at eight o'clock. All records, tools, even chairs and tables must be Stay in the field, even the quills used by the examiners cannot be taken out, which means that today's competition ends at [-] pm.

When Heimdall entered the arena, he saw a large table in the half of the venue occupied by the non-professional group, about the size of a table tennis table, covered with baskets of different sizes, and each basket contained a pile of Tools—Useful or not depends on the players themselves. The basket in the center of the table is the largest, and it is full of wands of various sizes.

These wands are the highlight of the day.

Each player (or each group) in the non-professional group can choose ten magic wands from the large basket in the middle, and then pick out the tools they need from the surrounding small baskets; Use the tool to test the ten wands you have selected; and then, submit your test report to the examiner in this field—or the supervisor can also be called—before seven o’clock in the evening.

Heimdall stood by the table, looked around the big basket, then glanced around the small basket, and took a step back, "Please get ten magic wands."

Pompey hesitated, "You want me to get it?"

"You're my 'follower', aren't you?"

"Yes, that's right." Pompey nodded. "But this is your game, don't think I will give you 'extra' help, I'm just your 'follower', I only do what the 'follower' should do, do you understand? I won't help you cheat , or make your game easier."

Heimdall remained expressionless: "Have you finished?"

Pompey coughed unnaturally.

"After finishing speaking, please go and pick out ten magic wands."

"...Why don't you go by yourself?"

"Because you are my follower." Heimdall said word by word. "And I, Heimdall Strulusson, never go to get the magic products to be tested by myself, I always wait for others to deliver them to my door, and you, my follower, is it so difficult to choose ten magic wands for me? ? Can you understand what I said?"

Pompey shook his head, "Actually, I don't really understand."

"Then let me be more blunt. I need you to pick out the wand, servant! That's what you're supposed to do, servant! If you don't think you're up to the job, I'll ask for a substitution at the tournament, servant!"

Pompey was silent for a moment, then murmured, "I'll go get a wand."

"very good, thanks!"

Five minutes later, Heimdall held the player's small basket and checked the ten magic wands that Pompey had picked one by one against the light.

"Do you know? Your eyes and actions are like a customer who is constantly picking and choosing clothes and skirts in a store. At one time, you feel that the pattern has a color difference. ..."

Heimdall lowered his arms, turned his head and glanced at him, and the nagging stopped instantly.

Not long after, Pompeii murmured, "My fiancée is like this."

"Negiate what should be negated, that's what I'm going to do." Heimdall put the wand back into the basket, "Your fiancée denies what she thinks should be negated, largely to please you, don't you want her Wearing a color-shifting, old-fashioned dress and skirt to date you?"

Pompeii was taken aback for a moment, then picked up an empty basket from the basket used by the players on the side, "What am I going to do next?"

"Go get the tools."

"What do you want?"

"Choose one of each."

"Each type?"

"Don't make me repeat what I said myself."

"I see." Pompeo walked towards the ping-pong table, turned around and said when he took the third step, "Are you really only 14 years old this year?"

Heimdall lowered his head and fiddled with the wand in the basket, "My birthday is just past the beginning of the month, please give me an early birthday gift next year, thank you."

"But your tone of voice is the same as my grandfather's. By the way, my grandfather is 84 this year."

Heimdall sighed, raised his eyes and said, "Is it too late for me to ask for a replacement?"

"Oh, sorry, I'll go right away." Pompei quickly ran to the table.

To be honest, Heimdall misses the first day of the competition very much. At least that day, Pompeii was an excellent examiner. He was strict with the contestants, rigorous in his work, and had first-class professional skills. He was very much like an examiner.

By the way, he would still yell at him and Kant, so Heimdall really, really missed Padraic Pompey at that time.

***

This is a moon-white magic wand with a light texture. Put it under your nose and smell it gently, and you can smell a faint fragrance.Heimdall measured its size with a ruler, and it was 28 centimeters long.He turned the wand back again, and the drop-shaped handle was partially exposed to the light, and he could clearly see that the circles of exquisite patterns were not engraved, but painted, and they were "living", under the air It keeps blooming and withering, blooming and withering again.Hold the handle firmly with your hand, and the fragrance at the tip of the wand will become stronger.

"Hyacinth?" Heimdall guessed the pattern on it.

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Pompey squatted beside him, propping his chin with his hand.

"Is it Hyacinth?" Heimdall held the wand in front of his eyes.

"I don't really understand these things."

"I don't think the wand tester can answer this question." Heimdall smiled. "Well, it's my fault. You are the examiner."

Pompeii was noncommittal, and then said after a while, "Why are you not in a hurry? Look at other people!" He pointed to the test site that was in full swing. Suddenly panicked, the originally orderly arena was filled with piercing screams and buzzing discussions.

"Thank you for worrying, I want to go at my own pace." Heimdall looked back, "Aren't you going to take a look?"

"It's good to follow the steps. I'm sorry, I'll go and have a look." Pompeii stood up and rushed into the panicked crowd.

"I can't help anyway, so let's move on." Heimdall picked up the next wand, rummaged through the tool basket Pompeii had brought, and found a knife, which he had just lifted After getting up, the examiner in charge of the second round came over and said casually, "It is forbidden to destroy the test items."

"I'll put the paint back on."

The examiner pretended to flip through the tool basket, and then spread his hands, "All the tools that can be used are here, have you found any paint?"

Heimdall put down the knife, "I see, that is, all physical methods won't work? These wands can't be broken, cut, pierced, and the paint can't be peeled off?"

The examiner smiled, "Forgive me for not being able to answer this."

Heimdall thought for a while and said, "Where is my follower?"

The examiner hesitated for a moment, "Mr. Pompeii has something to do, and he may not be back for a while."

Heimdall guessed that there were eight out of ten or nine out of ten players who were implicated in the explosion just now and took the group of players who were implicated in the explosion to the hospital. It seemed that a girl was completely blackened by the explosion just now. Fortunately, there were no major casualties, as if there were only some scratches and bruises. Otherwise it may be suspended...

"Then what should I do?"

The examiner said, "I can help you."

"How to deal with the avoidance treaty?" Heimdall asked.

"what?"

"Generally speaking, shouldn't there be similar treaties? For example, doctors can't operate on their immediate family members, um, I mean treat diseases, judges can't judge the cases of their relatives, and the examiners in charge of this test can't be nice to the contestants... some type of."

"I'm just helping, not cheating for you, and I'm not pleasant, don't you think I look serious?!" said the examiner. "Doctors can't treat their immediate family members? Really? This is the first time I know."

Heimdall didn't know how to explain the operation, so he nodded vaguely, "I'm sorry." He stepped back ten steps, and said, "Do you have a magic wand?"

"Bring it, why?"

"Can you just stand here with your wand up and not move?"

The examiner complied out of curiosity, "So?" He aimed his wand at Heimdall.

"Please aim it at the ceiling and hold it as far away from your face as possible."

"what are you worried about?"

"I'm worried I'll blow your face off if I miss."

The examiner nodded, then reacted abruptly and shouted, "Are you going to blow up my wand?"

Before he finished speaking, the wand in his hand flew out.

The examiner was startled. He looked at his empty hand, and then at Heimdall. He saw that the latter took out the test report and lowered his head to write something on it.

"You just cast the Disarming Charm on me?" the examiner asked.

"Misalignment..." Heimdall raised his head muttering to himself, and found that the examiner was staring at him. "Oh, yes, the Disarming Charm, so, look, your wand and your face are safe."

The examiner walked over excitedly, "Is that a silent spell? I mean I didn't hear you chanting the spell just now!"

Heimdall nodded absently, muttering non-stop, "Deviation trajectory..."

"It's unbelievable, you are only 14 years old, silent spell?!"

"Shut up!" Heimdall glared at the examiner fiercely, looking like he was going to eat people. "Don't nag in my ear when I'm summarizing the test results. It will distract me. What if my test results go wrong because of this? Are you responsible? Testing magic products is an unacceptable task." Sloppy work that requires full concentration. They trust me to give me things. Putting these things in my hands means that from the moment I take things, I have to take responsibility for what I should. I have an obligation to give A perfect summary report, I think a perfect summary report. Do you understand?"

"Sorry." The examiner apologized. "I see."

Heimdall was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I forgot that I was still in the game, I thought I was in my research room."

The examiner was dumbfounded.

【sorry--】

The examiners of the professional group stood on a table and used magic wands to amplify the sound familiarly, but this time it was only for non-professional contestants.

[Sorry, everyone, the competition announced that today's non-professional group competition will be suspended once. ] "Why?" The players in the non-professional group shouted, expressing their incomprehension.

[We have just found out that the previous wand explosion was caused by the negligence of the organizing committee's logistics staff. The selected wands may have unknown hidden dangers. Please stop the inspection work immediately, especially don't use them to release magic . 】This is the difference between the professional group and the non-professional group. If the professional group encounters such a situation, the competition will not be suspended, but it will be included in the schedule as a new event with extra points.

There was a wave of debate in the arena.

"When will the game restart?" someone asked aloud.

[I'm afraid it's too late today, we will start to replace a batch of wands immediately, and we will notify you when everything is ready.I am so sorry! 】For a while, some people were happy and some were worried. The players in the non-professional group all chose to compromise.

"Damn! I'm so afraid of something!" Heimdall cursed in a low voice, he was the one who was "sorrowful". "My test report is all written."

"So fast?!" The examiner obviously didn't believe it.

"Thanks to your colleague." Heimdall raised his wand. "For wizards, this is the only one out of ten that works. You saw it just now. It is very safe. The others are decorative wands without a heart. Mr. Pompeii is lucky and has an exciting hit rate." Sighing, he threw the wand back into the basket. "Obviously, I've had no luck enjoying that hit rate."

The examiner stared at the wands that Heimdall regarded as decorations, and hesitated, "How do you know these are decorative wands? I haven't seen you use them."

"Does this still need to be used?" Heimdall asked strangely.

I don't know why, under such gaze, the examiner felt that he was a fool.

Before Heimdall left, the examiner couldn't help asking, "Sturlusson, why do you use your disarming spell to measure the crosshair and radiation trajectory of the wand, and more things I don't know?"

"Based on my self-confidence." Heimdall laughed. "The confidence to endure eleven overworked shoulder spasms and the Disarming Charm practiced."

***

Heimdall returned to school listlessly. He felt that today's game had drained his enthusiasm in vain. He didn't like the feeling of disappointing expectations.

"Okay," he said to himself. "Just take it as practice."

He took out his pocket watch and looked at it, yes, it was similar to last time, last time just in time for lunch to start, this time just in time for lunch to end.

Heimdall still entered the empty cafeteria, because of the game, he was allowed to suspend class for a day.

He saw Carlo sitting at a round table in the corner reading a book—without a quill for the first time—and went over to sit down.

"Hi!" Carlo raised his head when he felt the movement, "You..."

"Forget about the game."

"That……"

"Cancelled."

"How……"

"When the next session will be held will be announced separately."

Carlo kept his mouth shut.

"What do you want to say?" Heimdall asked.

"Can I speak?"

"Sorry, I'm just a little depressed, everyone has a low cycle, and I'm in the cycle right now."

Carlo rolled his eyes, what nonsense are you talking about!

Heimdall asked the house-elf for something to eat.

"There is your package, it was delivered at breakfast." Carlo pushed the package on the table over.

The package was about the size of a head, and Heimdall removed the dark purple wrapping paper curiously, "Who sent it?"

"How do I know!" Carlo shrugged.

Inside the box were two items, one that looked like a book, and a small cardboard box that was bigger than a fist.

Heimdall opened what looked like a book, and it turned out to be a book. The title of the book was "The Secret of the Star Map". The cover was beautiful. The vast dark blue starry sky seemed to be full of the mysteries of the universe. A small card with blue flowers, it says: I hope this book is helpful to your astronomy, happy birthday!Signed Hermione Granger.

"Who sent it from?" Carlo felt that Heimdall's expression was a little weird.

"Wait." Heimdall opened the small paper box again.

He took out a necklace from the inside. A silver coin hung on the thick twisted silver chain, which was about the size of a beer bottle cap. The pattern on it was antique and looked very valuable.The pattern on one side is a snake walking in an S shape, a shiny snake inlaid with emeralds the size of sand grains, the other side is engraved with the crest of the Black family, and there are some invisible ones that are not much bigger than sand. Text.

There was also a card in the little box——

Happy Birthday!

signed harry potter

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with these things?" Carlo took the necklace from Heimdall's hand, and gave two clicks of admiration.

Heimdall picked up "The Secret of the Star Chart", stared at the cover for a while, and then asked, "What date is it today?"