HP's Foreign Land

After Heimdall yelled, he regretted it. Although they were servants, they were still examiners. You should not discuss wands with them. How to deal with this problem?

"It's nothing, it's nothing, just pretend I didn't say anything." Heimdall laughed dryly to cover up the peace, put the wand in his hand back into the basket, and picked up the next one.

The two attendants were silent for a moment, and Pompey said, "Shouldn't you tidy yourself up?" He gestured twice on his cheeks, skirts and wrists.

Heimdall reached out to wipe his face belatedly, and wiped the redness of one hand, and then found that both hands were also red, but he didn't care, so he took out a handkerchief and wiped it, the result was worse and worse, it was still skin Kens couldn't stand it and pulled out his wand to help him clean it up.

"Don't tell others." Pickens warned with a serious face after finishing everything.

"Of course." Heimdall nodded seriously.

While Heimdall was thinking about other wands, the two followers secretly thought about the broken wand of silence.In the beginning, Pompey took the wand out of the basket and turned it over and over again. Pickens was reserved for a while, squinting and squinting, then leaned over and grabbed the wand, and Pompey muttered.

"This is the first time I've seen a magic wand of silence." Pompey has less work experience than Pickens. He entered the Asylum Cup as an examiner later, and his research on magic wands is not as deep as Pickens, so far he has accumulated I have a lot of knowledge about magic wands, so I can only be the examiner in the first round.

Pickens was calmer and calmer than him at any time, and it was the same now. Although it was the first time he had seen the wand of silence, he just couldn't think or say anything like Pompey.

"This pre-match preparation group is so cool!" Pompei said excitedly.

"Too bad they never knew they were 'cool,'" Pickens murmured.

"...What do you mean?" Pompey was puzzled.

"You don't have access to the pre-game guys, they're 'trash', they're unprofessional, they can't tell the difference between a wand and a licorice wand."

Pompey was skeptical.

Pickens curled his lips, "Don't get involved with them, let alone become friends with them, you will regret it, and you don't want to become a foolish wizard wielding a licorice magic wand, do you?"

"I was actually a fool wizard wielding a licorice wand."

The two attendants were startled when they heard this, and then looked to the side at the same time, only to see Heimdall looking at them solemnly holding up the test items.

"Don't eavesdrop on the examiners' conversation, Mr. Sturluson."

Are they examiners again now?Heimdall couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry, gentlemen." He bowed his head and continued to toss his wand.

After a while, Pompey couldn't help but said: "Sturluson, what do you mean by that? Using a licorice magic wand as a magic wand? How is that possible?!"

Judging from the performance in these few games, Pompey is very confident in Heimdall's knowledge and skills in wands. He thinks that Heimdall will not make low-level mistakes that he would not make.

Pickens rolled his eyes, but he didn't stop Pompey from "not ashamed to ask".

"I used to see licorice wands that were made exactly like wands in the Ollivander wand store in the UK. They were all given to the sellers along with the wands during the promotion period," Heimdall said with a smile, " Those licorice wands are amazing, and a lot of kids put the wands in their mouths and bite and lick for a moment."

"Don't tell me you're one of those kids too." Pompeii laughed.

Heimdall laughed, but he was one of those who waved the licorice wand to fool the children into choosing between the wand and the licorice wand.

Pompey misunderstood Heimdall's silence, so he laughed even wider.

"Mr. Pompeii, the contest paid you not to make you laugh."

Pompeii choked suddenly, and the one who warned him was the examiner who "seemed to be very special" who was in charge of supervising the second rematch. At this moment, the examiner who appeared at some point was disapproving Glancing back and forth at the three of them.

Heimdall was stared inexplicably, could this be considered joint responsibility?

"...Sorry, I will pay attention." Pompeii smiled awkwardly.

The examiner for the rematch turned a blind eye to his smile, and walked away after sternly warning him "don't make an example".

"I didn't offend him, did I?" Pompey, who was junior, murmured uncertainly. "I remember that I did not offend him."

Pickens glanced at Heimdall, and said to Pompey, "Don't think too much, he's just like that, nervous all day long, and likes to put pressure on himself." At this point, he glanced at Heimdall again. When Heimdall cast a questioning look, he avoided it again.

"I heard that he likes to send unruly players out of the field without giving any chance to reform. He is really a cruel guy." Pompeii passed on the gossip he knew. "Before the start of each European Asylum Cup, the eligible entry list will be re-delineated. He will always superimpose and sort out the blacklist of previous penalties, and then restart it. Many amateurs or professional wand manufacturing organizations have been rejected so far. In addition, what is even more exaggerated is that some people have passed away, and their names are still on the blacklist."

Heimdall understood that his identity as a German school student might have upset the examiners for the semi-finals. He was obviously a member of the blacklist, but he still entered the competition confidently. It seemed that Pompeii was the one who was implicated.

Heimdall put all his wands back into the basket, took out the monitoring report that had been handed out before the game, and pressed it on the ground to write. Pompey and Pickens couldn't hold back their curiosity when they saw it.

"Is this okay? Two examiners?" Heimdall teased without raising his head.

"It's okay, the examiner has already left, we are reliable followers." Pompeii's face remained unchanged when he said this.

The two of them are now back as followers.

Heimdall shook his head and continued writing.

"Magical animal hair? Which one?" Pompeii asked with interest.

Heimdall reached out to touch the basket, and a wand was thrown out.

Pompeii took it and looked around for a long time. From the outside, it didn't seem to have been damaged, so he was puzzled, "How do you know that the core of the wand inside is the hair of a magical animal?" Heimdall didn't draw any more except for the wand of silence. the heart of another wand.

"I don't know." Heimdall raised his eyes. "Without extracting the core, I can only guess based on the appearance. The appearance of the wands made of the five types of cores has its own characteristics. For example, the wand of silence generally has a handle. Of course, this is different from that at that time The aesthetic concept of wizards has a lot to do with it, and the existing silence wands are basically with handles."

The bottom of the wand that was dropped by him is decorated with a drop-shaped handle. The whole wand has been polished to a bright light. The perfect polishing technique gradually becomes thinner from the handle to the tip of the wand. The direction of the wood grain is consistent with the slenderness. The body of his wand is integrated, neither too hard nor too soft, and it is very comfortable to hold. It is more flexible than the wand he is currently using when manipulating it, and the fingers will not feel the slightest effort when exerting force.Excellent goblin craftsmanship, though I'm a little sorry Mr Ollivander for this praise.

He took out his wand, "The heart of my wand is the heart tendon of magical animals, and the body is made of apple wood. Wands that use the heart tendon of magical animals as the heart usually use scented or It must be made of exorcism magic, or the body of the wand is made of wood that has a calming effect." He put the wand under his nose and sniffed it, "It has a clear fragrance."

"Applewood?" Pickens, who had been silent all this time, took Heimdall's wand and looked at it, and found that it was indeed applewood. "Where did you get your wand? Anyone else use applewood for the body?" Applewood isn't even as relevant to magic as laurel.

"Ollivander."

Pickens fell silent. The old man Ollivander is very famous in the industry, and his achievements in wands are obvious to all. It is said that he has been trying to research new types of wands in recent years. Is this one of the new types?

Pompey fiddled with his wand for a while, and Heimdall's appearance inspection part was finished.

"Are you going to check the crosshairs next?" Pompeii said casually.

Pickens regained his spirits. He always remembered the silent spell that Heimdall performed that day.

When Heimdall released eight disarming spells, Pickens strongly urged him to change to another one, "I have to wonder, don't the students taught by Durmstrang College only use disarming spells?"

"This magic is very safe." Heimdall reminded him meaningfully. "This is a public place, not our school. I can't do as I please. Our school used to be a denial account of this competition." Those who wear school uniforms cannot discredit the school.

"I didn't let you use the Killing Curse, so you can't change to another silent spell?" Pickens seemed to be very enthusiastic about the silent spell, which made Heimdall puzzled.

"To tell you the truth, I'm practicing the silent spell right now." Mr. Pickens thought about it and didn't care about exposing himself.

"Are you practicing silent spells in the private room of the bathroom in the morning?" Pompeii suddenly realized, with an expression of "I see". "I thought you were—" He stopped abruptly at this point, and smiled unnaturally.

This pause was really meaningful, and Pickens' face immediately turned dark. Heimdall bit his lip and lowered his head, pretending to check the handwriting on the paper. Pickens said, "Laugh if you want to, it hurts to hold it back." .”

"I'm sorry..." Heimdall raised the test meter to cover his face.

Pompeii was still the target. He didn't dare to resist when he said something wrong before, and he stood ten meters away with his wand upright, posing in a pose with one hand on his hip that he thought was very stylish.

Just when Heimdall was about to release the ninth disarming spell, Pickens muttered to him, "Sturluson, if you change to another spell, I will tell you the content of the next exam."

Heimdall was extremely surprised, and Pickens smiled calmly, "How about it? Let's make a deal, shall we?"

The biggest feature of the Asylum Cup competition is that you will never know what the next test will be. Although the organizing committee will inform you of all the items of this competition before the competition, it will not list the schedule, but will only give you a timetable for participating. , the competition items will be notified on the day of the competition.

Pickens saw his vacillation, and continued, "Just teach him a little lesson, and I'm sure you can do it."

This man is really narrow-minded... Heimdall was speechless, and glanced at Pompeii not far away, who was trembling with his pose.

"Okay, I think I can try." Heimdall nodded cautiously.

"It must be a silent spell." Pickens had a premise.

Heimdall is a little bit troubled, he has practiced three silent spells. The practice here refers to the effect that can be achieved, not that the effect of the magic can be achieved [-]%. One of the three spells is the disarming spell, and the other is smashing bones. one is……

It seems that only the last one can be used. Heimdall decided to try it once. The last magic was changed by him from another magic. It was meant to be a bit of a prank. It did no harm to people, so it was successful once. That time Carlo became the "victim" of the magic.

"I know two silent spells, and if the other doesn't work well, I'll try it once." Heimdall didn't tell the truth.

Pickens smiled, noncommittal, but stretched out his hand and said "please".

Heimdall looked down for a moment, then asked Pompey to move, and then he raised his wand.

The members of the non-professional team in the arena heard the sound of "click, click, click" from somewhere, followed by a series of high-pitched screams, and a small mushroom cloud spewed out from a certain corner.

When the smoke cleared, Pickens saw a round hole where Pompey had just stood, and Pompey was nowhere to be found.

Heimdall ran over quickly, stood by the hole and looked down, and saw Pompey sitting on a sofa downstairs unharmed, looking around blankly, with small broken stones falling around his feet.

The two wizards who were in charge of signing in hurried over, chatting around Pompeii, and looking up at the hole in the ceiling in surprise from time to time.

Pompey landed in a small living room on the ground floor.

Heimdall knew that his guess was correct. The place where they were standing now was connected to the space on the first floor, because the walls of the two parts were of the same pattern.

"Mr. Pompey, are you alright?" Heimdall called.

"I think he's fine, he doesn't look like something's wrong." Pickens leaned over and shouted, "Pompeii, how do you feel?"

Pompey stretched out his arms on the sofa and said excitedly, "It's so cool!"

"Look, eh?" said Pickens grimly.

"Wait, I'll go up right away, let's do it again!" Pompey yelled from below.

"Excuse me, what's going on?" The cold voice came suddenly, and the semi-final examiner stood behind them expressionlessly.

Heimdall shrank his neck, thinking that something was wrong!

The rematch examiner hardly asked Heimdall to explain anything, and after he listened to the whole incident, he suddenly interrupted Heimdall, "Mr. Strulusson, what kind of magic you want to use is really up to you However, the Asylum Cup is not for you to show off your magical talents."

"I do not--"

It was interrupted again, "The Asylum Cup is held for wand lovers all over the world. We have a series of professional and strict scoring procedures. Even if you want to cater to the examiners' attention through exaggerated behavior, it will not help."

"He didn't—" Pickens was cut off.

The rematch examiner turned around, "As an examiner, you should always check your words and deeds. You represent the Asylum Cup, Mr. Pickens."

"I'm coming! Hurry up, let's do it again!" Pompeii rushed over excitedly, his eyes straightened the moment he saw the examiner for the rematch.

"It's unreasonable! This doesn't look like an examiner!" The examiner for the rematch said angrily.

"We are servants..." Pompey muttered.

The examiner for the semi-final probably didn't expect that he not only didn't repent, but also had opinions, so he glared at Pikens and then gave Pompeii a vicious look, and said loudly, "You guys are so unprofessional!"

Pompeii curled his lips, and muttered something again, but he didn't make a sound. Heimdall guessed that it might be something like "ancient".

"Do you dare to say that I am unprofessional?" Surprisingly, Pickens suddenly broke out in silence, staring at the examiner for the rematch and paused, "You——how dare you say that I am unprofessional?!"

The rematch examiner did not back down.

"Okay, okay!" Pickens grabbed his hand and dragged him forward vigorously, "Come on, let's go to the head of the examiner team for an evaluation!"

The examiner for the rematch didn't expect him to react so strongly, and subconsciously struggled.

Pickens dragged harder when he saw it, and shouted at him while dragging, "How dare you say I'm unprofessional?!"

Now not only Heimdall, but even Pompeii were dumbfounded.

"My test report is ready." Heimdall hesitated, what should I do, it won't be as bad as last time, right?

Pompeii was silent for a moment, and said, "Let's talk about it when the team leader comes, if the team leader really comes."

"Will Durmstrang be disqualified for this?" Heimdall was quite worried about this. Didn't it mean that the examiner liked to make people OUT? If so, his sin would be serious.

"...Let's wait for the team leader."

"Can't you say something else?" It's good to express comfort.

"Can you do that again?"

"..."