HP's Foreign Land

Three days later, Heimdall received a notice from the organizing committee of the European Asylum Cup. The letter detailed the ins and outs of why the wand in question appeared on the field. The competition owes all players in the non-professional group an explanation. It has a certain soothing effect.After all, one side of the competition is not willing to see such a situation happen, which is very detrimental to the reputation of the Asylum Cup. This competition does not engage in gimmicks.

The Asylum Cup, a paradise for wand lovers.This is the promotional slogan on the promotion poster of this year's Asylum Cup.

To Heimdall's surprise, why did the organizing committee send the letter to him instead of Kant?

Kant was not surprised at all, "I only have one entry record, and of course the organizing committee will give priority to you when sending letters."

The problem is that Kant was the one who consulted and signed up at the beginning. Could it be because of the "threat letter"?

But Heimdall didn't want to argue with him about this now, and he was surprised that he still had to go alone this time.

"You are the head of the wand research room! I am a follower! I have no obligation to contribute to the bright future of the wand research room. I am the head of the experimental research room!"

"You don't remember the original promise?" Kant was not in a hurry.

"I'll go, what I want to ask is why don't you go?"

Kant curled his lips sadly, "My parents rented a house in Mumian Town, and they have lived there for many days." Then he subconsciously wanted to touch his cheek, woke up in time, and smiled embarrassingly laugh.

"There is no result yet?"

Kant answered irrelevantly, "Principal Karkaroff is very confident in your ability, so don't worry about traffic problems, the principal will arrange everything."

Kant glanced to the side indiscriminately, and the staff of the wand research room standing behind him immediately swarmed up and surrounded Heimdall, all of them with bitter faces, begging Heimdall to make sure Wanting to help the Wand Research Office, he even burst into tears when he reached the emotional point.

This is too exaggerated!

The head of the experimental research room said "Got it" and fled.

"Well done, guys!" Kant laughed as he praised.

On the day of the race, before sending him to the carriage, Carlo expressed his incomprehension of Heimdall's "hard work".

"You don't have to accommodate him at all."

"I'm not accommodating him." Heimdall touched his chin and smiled meaningfully.

"You experimental madman!" Carlo cursed with a smile, closing the car door.

***

After entering the arena, he found that today's arena was much empty. After a closer look, it turned out that the entire professional group was "absent", and today the entire arena was surrounded by non-professional groups.

"Good morning, Mr. Sturluson!" Patrick Pompeii walked over cheerfully.

"Good morning, Mr. Pompey, are you the examiner today?" Heimdall laughed.

"No."

It was not Padraic Pompey who answered him, but the examiner who was in charge of the second session last time.

"Mr. Pompeii is only responsible for the wand knowledge part of this competition. We are assigned to different work contents. As soon as the responsible part is over, it will be the turn of the next examiner. The Asylum Cup generally does not allow one examiner to supervise two One or more competitions." The examiner said.

Heimdall nodded, "You are..."

"Ah, by the way, introduce yourself." The examiner held out his right hand. "Isai Pickens, just call me Isaiah."

"It's an honor, Mr. Pickens." Heimdall shook hands with him.

Pickens smiled and didn't correct him.

Heimdall found that Pickens had no intention of leaving, and the two examiners actually chatted in front of him, so they were puzzled, "Is it okay for you to be so leisurely?"

"I'm really fine today." Pickens nodded with certainty.

"Aren't you in charge today?"

Pickens pointed behind Heimdall, "See that man holding the list as if he's great? That's today's examiner."

After reading it, Heimdall turned around and said, "I see, 'There are no two or more games'." It seems that there is also professional competition among the examiners.

"Sturlusson, do you know the man in the blue wizard robe? He has been watching you since you entered the arena." Pompei suddenly started gossiping.

Heimdall subconsciously looked at the bearded Lucas. As soon as their eyes met, Lucas seemed to get some kind of hint, leaving his companion and walking over.

Heimdall sighed helplessly.

The two former examiners watched the play with no winks, and whispered to each other from time to time.

The bearded Mr. greeted Heimdall enthusiastically, but unfortunately the latter couldn't understand. The bearded Mr. repeated it word by word, and Heimdall still looked confused.

Mr. Bearded was very depressed, his shoulders were slumped, and the whiskers around his mouth were trembling, which reminded Heimdall of a pod cat.

Heimdall was smiling, and had no intention of speaking.

Mr. Beard suddenly had an idea and spoke another language—Russian, but it was very bad, with a thick French accent, which made his Russian sound more like an alternative new foreign language.

Heimdall still smiled as before, seemingly in a daze other than dazed.

The bearded man smiled awkwardly, but Heimdall still didn't say a word, so, the bearded man turned around and walked away in a lonely way, exaggeratedly stepping back and forth three times, as if he had been abandoned, his nose still twitching Yes, the players around him pointed at Heimdall.

Heimdall gritted his teeth and clenched his fists to resist the urge to rush up and kick him, and the apology that had just emerged was immediately thrown away.

Pompey reminded him in a low voice, "The gentleman said..."

"I know what he's talking about, I can understand Russian." Heimdall pouted.

Pickens smiled. "Niping trouble in the bud?"

"My ultimate goal is to suffocate trouble before it becomes a reality."

The two former examiners looked at each other and smiled.

The examiner who was in charge of this game "as if he was great" loudly announced the official start of the second rematch.

The players jumped into action immediately and ran to the table tennis table.

Heimdall took a deep breath, and then said to the two men without changing his expression: "Okay, which one of you will get the wand?"

"I'll go!" Pompeii quickly picked up the two contestants' baskets, "Mr. Pickens is in charge of getting the tools." He said to himself and gave Pickens one of the baskets, whether he wanted to or not.

Pickens, who was forced to become a servant, stared at him in surprise.

"Don't resist him in the game." Pompey whispered with a panicked expression. "It's terrible." He dragged Pickens away.

Heimdall looked at the back of them leaving in a hurry, scratched his head, and then suddenly realized, Happy thought: So I have two followers today? !

***

"It seems that there are too many tools today?" Heimdall flipped through the tool basket. The basket was full of piles, and there was a feeling that there was nowhere to start.

"There is always room for improvement in the rematch." Pickens took it for granted.

Well, he was ignorant.Heimdall continued to turn over the tool, and after a while, he took out a paint bottle as big as a can.

"It's indeed a lot better than last time!" Heimdall excitedly said, "Does it mean..."

"Do not destroy the test object." Pickens denied his "excitement."

Heimdall threw the paint bucket back and muttered feebly, "What a pity." Putting the tool basket aside, he looked at Padraic Pompeii, "Thank you, magic wand."

Pompey handed him the things quickly.

"I have a question," Pickens said.

"please say."

"Why did you hide in this corner?" He didn't understand this point.

The three of them are now located in a relatively hidden corner of the arena. The entire wall is folded abruptly here, which means a semicircle protrudes from the original space. It may have been a small independent lounge. , is simply enclosed by four pillars. It is said to be hidden because there are several porcelain vats over one meter high around the pillars. The vats are all empty. If some flowers and plants are planted inside, the concealment effect will be stronger .

"I don't want others to disturb me when I'm testing items. Any sound that makes me uncomfortable will affect my emotions. I also don't want to get angry at the two of you because of this."

"I understand, I understand." Pompei nodded frequently, seemingly understanding.

Pickens glanced at him, speechless for a moment.

"Thank you." Heimdall smiled and began to check the wand in the basket.

Obviously, Mr. Pompey's luck today is far worse than that day, and he only got a decorative wand? !Heimdall put down the magnifying glass, shook his wand, then raised it high, and muttered to himself towards the light source, frowning for a while, stretching his face for a while, and smiling all over his face for a while, his performance was very diverse, just like schizophrenia Yes, what's even more frightening is that he actually "talked" with the wand, although he was asking and answering himself.

"You—" Pickens' mouth was covered as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Don't talk, don't affect him, he'll go mad," Pompey hissed in his ear.

Pickens suddenly remembered something, his face turned blue, and he nodded hastily.

Pompeii glanced at Heimdall nervously, and found that there was nothing unusual, so he was relieved and let go.

"I think he's gone mad," muttered Pickens.

"Merlin, this is the magic wand of silence!" Heimdall looked at them in disbelief, with a warm light in his eyes, "I, I have never seen a magic wand of silence with my own eyes, let alone touched them with my own hands. , this opportunity is too rare, I want to test it out." I was a little incoherent with excitement.

"Really?" Then, Pickens was covered again.

"You don't need to go along with him, he doesn't need to go along with him, for the current Sturluson, we are just vases that can breathe." Pompey warned Pickens.

Pickens couldn't believe it, Stulusong was obviously talking to them.

The next second, he had to believe it, because Heimdall sat on the floor with his back to them, and continued to mutter to his wand with his head down, without inviting them to "mutter" together.

Pickens can't help but laugh.

"Did he just say the wand of silence?" Pickens suddenly realized.

"I'm surprised too." Pompey's expression became serious.

The examiners are not involved in the preparatory work, that is, they do not come up with the test questions, they are only responsible for invigilating the test, so the examiners do not know the source and type of these test products.

"How did he find out that the wand was a wand of silence? It looks about the same size as an ordinary wand. I measured it to be about 27-30 centimeters, and the elf wand is usually only 10-15 centimeters." Heimdall hesitated a bit when making a judgment. None, what he said was an affirmative sentence, which made Pompeii very puzzled, and at the same time, he didn't trust Heimdall's judgment much.

"He doesn't even need to use it to tell which are decorative wands and which are wizard's wands." Pickens was very calm. "The head of the experimental research laboratory is well-deserved of his reputation. Did you know that he can even use silent spells."

"Oh!" Pompeii stared, trying to control himself not to make a sound.

"He took out his wand, what is he going to do?" Pickens and Pompey discussed in low voices.

"I seem to have heard him say that he needs to take a good test." Pompei said uncertainly.

"Test it well? Unless he can speak the language of goblins, a wizard cannot use a wand of silence."

The two looked at each other, and finally decided to go around, so they tiptoed around and found a vat as a cover. The two hid behind the vat and peeked, and saw that Heimdall was still beeping at the suspected wand of silence. mumble.

"What is he saying?"

Pickens got out of the big tank, leaned forward, and listened carefully. Then, Heimdall's voice came into his ears.

"...I solemnly swear that this is only a wand test, and I will respect the wand maker, and I will perfect this test with a reverent learning attitude, to the best of my ability. If anything is found during the test, I will I will never reveal any secrets about this wand, and I will protect the privacy of the wand maker, even if he is dead. I will not abuse my skills to make unauthorized copies of this wand, even under threat. I swear sincerely , swear on my honor."

Pickens was very surprised, and quickly turned back to Pompey and told Pompey, "He is saying the oath of breaking the staff."

"what?!"

Pompey ran out to take a look, and sure enough, Sturluson had already started to attack.

He wants to twitch? !The two examiners couldn't help being dumbfounded.

"Should we stop him? Is this considered sabotage of testing products?" Pompeo's business scope does not include testing.

"It doesn't matter if he actually pulls the core out and pushes it back in unharmed," Pickens said dryly.

Pompey asked suspiciously, "What are you expecting?"

Pickens did not speak, because the core of the wand, which seemed to be the wand of silence, was already showing signs of being pulled out. The two examiners immediately stopped their conversation and stared intently at the two wands in Heimdall's hand.

The tip of Heimdall's wand was aligned with the tip of the wand of silence, visible to the naked eye, and the difference between the two tips was less than one centimeter. At first glance, it looked like he was about to use a flashback spell, but only at first.At this time, a ball of red thread spewed out from the tip of the wand of silence, at first it was as thin as a hair, and as time went by, the red thread became thicker and thicker, and finally became as wide as a finger.The red line was shrouded in a cloud of thin mist, and it seemed that the red line itself evaporated. The mist kept surging and rolling, and when it moved to the outermost edge, it would instantly become fine particles, and then burst into sand, and suddenly disappeared into the air. middle.

Some red sand grains did not disappear, but adhered to Heimdall's skin, the back of his hands, wrists, and even his face.As soon as they touch the skin, they will turn from solid to liquid again, and melt on the skin. Over time, the more red sand particles adhere, Heimdall's hands and face seem to be soaked in blood.

This scene is really shocking.

"The magic wand of silence, yes, this is the magic wand of silence." Pompeii murmured excitedly.

Pickens swallowed.

"It's coming out!"

When Pompey saw Heimdall slowly withdrawing his wand, he knew he had found the heart.After the core of the wand is embedded in the wand, a specific interference magic will be added. The greatest effect of this magic is to prevent the core of the wand from being technically damaged, that is, being forcibly extracted by others like it is now.

Just as some computer programs are covered with viruses by programmers for safety reasons, interference magic is the virus coat of the magic wand, and Heimdall at this moment is an anti-virus software, but he does not anti-virus for safety, but for Get what's inside the virus.

This is a job that tests patience, and the heart of the stick is not so easy to grasp.

The red mist gradually became thinner, and the blood that permeated the surroundings gradually dried up, and a slender gray-white object poured out from the tip of the wand of silence as Heimdall drew it.

"He succeeded!" Pompey patted Pickens in surprise.

Although Pickens was very excited, he was more proficient in this area than Pompey after all, so he pretended to be indifferent and said: "Yes, that's right, but we'll draw conclusions after he puts the stick heart back."

However, at this moment, Heimdall suddenly stopped moving and sat motionless on the ground, his hands also froze.

The two former examiners first saw his stunned expression, and then the two former examiners were also shocked.

That...is a person?

A pearly-white, translucent man stood in front of Heimdall. Although he was translucent, he was so real that the folds of the wizard robes he was wearing were clearly visible.The man had long hair, neatly tied behind his head with a ribbon, expressionless, lifeless, and his empty demeanor concealed his originally outstanding facial features.This man was unlike any ghost or apparition that Heimdall had seen before. The ghosts after returning to the sun are very energetic. At least the ghosts of Hogwarts are very prosperous.

According to what Heimdall has learned about the death of wizards, apart from ghosts, wizards may also become wandering spirits after death, a rather humble and helpless state, wandering weakly at the junction of the world and the underworld.

Could this be a wandering spirit?Where did he run from?Just as he was wondering, Heimdall suddenly remembered the wand of silence in his hand, and its core choice—the wizard's brain.

Did it come out of the wand?

"Sir?" Heimdall tried to call out.

The wandering soul—let's call him a wandering soul—still remained motionless, looking at Heimdall after a long time.

Great, he can understand his own words.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, I will send you back into the wand immediately." Heimdall held the two wands carefully, even breathing lightly.

Wandering Soul's lifeless expression suddenly changed, as if he came back to life in an instant, he stared at the magic wand of silence, his eyes were no longer empty and pale, but filled with hatred and pain, and then he shed tears, Heimdall was speechless, his tears were red, as bright and rich as the red liquid attached to his body.

Wandering Soul opened and closed his mouth vigorously, and then moved silently. He covered his throat tremblingly, trying to say something to Heimdall, but he couldn't make a sound.

The red tears flowed more and more, gathered like a stream, and then disappeared into the air.

"You want me to destroy it?" Heimdall asked suddenly.

Youhun froze for a moment, his expression suddenly became agitated.

Heimdall nodded to him, clenched his wand tightly, and no longer proceeded cautiously and step by step as before, but pulled out the whole heart of the wand in one go.

The slender off-white staff core was completely exposed to the air.

Heimdall flicked his wand, and the center of the wand instantly vanished into nothingness.

Wandering Soul smiled, he closed his eyes, his demeanor gradually turned serene, the milky white torso melted under the sunlight-like light, and the last drop of blood and tear at the corner of his eye evaporated in the air.

Heimdall vaguely heard someone say "thank you" to him.

He said to the air, "You're welcome."

Heimdall sat on the ground in a daze for a while, then suddenly came back to his senses, got up in a panic and looked around for his followers, only to see them staring at him blankly.

He held up the "dead" wand and exclaimed, "What? I broke the test kit!"

Looking at the bloody face, the two followers were speechless for a moment.