HP's Foreign Land

They were in a daze for a while, and Pompey couldn't hold back anymore, "I'll go and have a look." He smiled at Heimdall, "I almost forgot that I'm also an examiner." The implication is that he can go to watch in a fair manner.

Heimdall stayed where he was and watched him go, and then suddenly thought of a question, who will tell him what the next test will be!Isn't he doing all this just to "discuss the problem"? !How did you get nothing in the end?Almost got OUT!

He really wanted to yell at Pompeii's back: Tell me the next exam questions first!

Sighing sadly, he sat on the floor leaning against a pillar, re-checked the contents of the test report to make sure there were no misspelled letters, looked through the test items one by one, and finally raised the broken silence wand, Gently turning the staff against the light, the dazzling diamond-like light shining on the surface of the staff made Heimdall couldn't help saying "It's a pity".

As early as the [-]th century, the production of the wand of silence was banned, mainly because the source of the wand core that this kind of wand relied on was very suspicious, and the goblins at that time used the ashes of wizards to infuse the wand core in order to pursue excellence in craftsmanship. This practice required large quantities of ashes to be refined.The bones in the cemetery were repeatedly stolen and destroyed, which greatly annoyed the wizarding society at that time. In addition, the values ​​​​of goblins and wizards were very different, and they could not make progress in seeking common ground while reserving differences, which further intensified small frictions into big ones. Contradictions in scope, finally one day, the wizards decided to no longer endure, gave up gentle communication, and used strong force to abolish the magic wand of silence.

Most of the magic wands of silence in the world were destroyed during that period, and there are very few of them left in the world today, so Heimdall feels that it is a pity that one of them is now destroyed in his hands. Maybe one day, the magic wand of silence will completely disappear from people. disappear from view.

Although the goblin wand after the seventeenth century is still generally classified as the category of the silent wand, anyone who is familiar with this period of history knows that only the goblin wand made through the exquisite goblin craftsmanship and the brains of wizards is the real one. The wand of silence.

I don't know when the wand in his hand was produced. The core of the wand is made strictly according to the standard of the wand of silence, but the shape is the shape of a wizard's wand, especially the amazing feel. Heimdall guessed that this wand Most likely it was built for a wizard.

"Mr. Sturluson?" Someone interrupted his wild thoughts.

He quickly got up and found that the person who came was a little familiar. By the way, he was the examiner who was in charge of the professional group during the first round of knowledge about wands.

"Sorry for wasting your time." The examiner in the professional group smiled amiably, and it was difficult for Heimdall to equate him with the domineering examiner that day.

"You're too polite." Heimdall didn't talk nonsense, and handed out his test report.

The examiner of the professional group accepted his report and ten test items, but when he looked up, he saw Heimdall looking at him hesitantly, so he wondered, "Is there any question?"

"Mr. Pickens and Mr. Pompey..." Heimdall didn't know what to say.

"They went to see the team leader and won't be back for a while, if that's what you want to know."

Heimdall laughed dryly. What he wanted to know was not this at all. Could it be that the previous deal was for nothing?It's okay if you don't know it at first, but after a certain idea is seduced by someone, you can't suppress it.There was once an opportunity to leak the test in front of him, but he didn't cherish it. He regretted it after losing it. If he had known, he should have pulled Mr. Pompeii out of the test question just now!

The examiner of the professional group looked at him with a smile for a while, "I really want to know what the next test will be?"

Heimdall's dry smile froze on his face, "He... Mr. Pickens told you?" He asked cautiously.

"Well, tell me, but unfortunately I can't reveal the topic, because you made a 'deal' with him, not me."

Heimdall immediately said, "Is there anyone you don't like, I can help you 'collapse'."

The examiners of the professional group laughed out loud.

Heimdalton blushed, and said embarrassingly, "Just, just pretend I didn't say anything."

The examiner laughed, "Actually, in my opinion, you don't need to know the test questions at all, it's a bit unnecessary."

"Where is it?" Heimdall felt embarrassed.

"Sturlusson, you are participating in the non-professional competition, so relax, communicate more with other players, and enjoy the mentality more. The non-professional group is not a utilitarian professional group. The non-professional group pursues hobbies. Sharing is not to increase popularity, let alone to become 'professional', your mentality is too professional, try to integrate all of this." The examiner of the professional group said "come on".

"Also," leaning close to his ear, he said vaguely, "The test questions of the non-professional group of the European Asylum Cup have never been a secret, you can ask other contestants, someone will always know, such as the French wizard Lu Cass."

Heimdall blinked, and said with a serious face, "What's your relationship with Mr. Pickens?" He couldn't help gossip.

The examiner of the professional group was taken aback for a moment, but he smiled silently, patted his shoulder and walked away.

So meaningful? !Heimdall couldn't help thinking about it.

***

Hearing what the professional examiner said, this time he didn't leave right away, but sat cross-legged on the ground with his back against the pillar and observed the other competitors in the same field. Heimdall found that they were very happy, even if they did something stupid, they would still be happy for a long time.

Judging by the standards of Director Sturlusson, the vast majority of players in the non-professional group are unqualified. If they are left in the experimental research room, these people are not qualified to work at all. The magic wand research room of the German school is even more professional than them. More than a few times.

But just like the examiner of the professional group said, the non-professional group is not to become professional, it is a hobby that brings them together, a pure hobby without any other factors.

Looking at it, Heimdall couldn't help laughing. One group of players somehow ignited their wands. A ball of sparks burst out from the tip of the wand, and then quickly spread and burned. This group of players screamed helplessly. He got up to put out the fire, and finally extinguished the fire. A part of the wand had been burned off, leaving a dark wooden stick.

The other contestants who witnessed all this laughed unkindly, and Heimdall was no exception.

The contestants in that group stared blankly at the wood dregs for a moment, and then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Looking at their bright smiles, Heimdall seemed to understand something.

After looking around in the crowd, he saw the bearded Mr. Lucas again. At this time, Mr. Lucas was already chatting with a brown-haired beauty. Not including Heimdall, Mr. Lucas successively He struck up a conversation with four people, and his strike-up partners include both men and women. In other words, Mr. Beard eats all kinds of meat and vegetables.

Ever since, Heimdall was very happy to find that the little bit of guilt for the action he was about to take was gone.

"The French who love hormones first." He stood up talking to himself, and walked towards Lucas.

Heimdall walked past him and stood still, about an arm's length away from him. He turned his head inadvertently, and met his chasing gaze, so he smiled calmly, "Hi!"

Mr. Beard's eyes lit up, and then he got tangled up. There were people on the left and right that he wanted to stabilize, what should we do?He suddenly found himself in a sweet dilemma...

At this moment, Heimdall thought with satisfaction that the routine attack moves taught by Carlo seemed to be quite effective.

The bearded man hesitated for a while, and finally learned from the painful experience. He put the beauty aside, because the beauty was obviously interested in him, and this one did not say a word except for the "Hi", and his expression was very cold, eyes Without even looking at him, Lucas decided not to disperse his troops and make a key breakthrough.

Women are sometimes very sensitive, especially the beauties who think they are attractive. They can't rub a grain of sand in their eyes. After discovering Lucas' obvious perfunctory, they snorted coldly and walked away decisively.

Lucas stabilized his position. Even though he wanted to chase, he couldn't beat another difficult challenge that fell from the sky. He looked at Heimdall with a smile on his face.

It's a pity that the big beard on his face made his affectionate and moving demeanor more complicated.

The bearded man babbled to Heimdall again in his crappy Russian, and when Heimdall seemed to understand, he spoke more vigorously——he became more and more sure that the other party just deliberately pretended not to understand Play hard to get.Even if Heimdall doesn't agree with his remarks, is unsmiling, or doesn't even look at him, Lucas doesn't care, and still keeps looking for new topics, firmly believing that there is always a topic that can resonate with Heimdall.

Heimdall had to admire his strong patience in striking up a conversation. No wonder he hit up four people in a row, and all four of them were hooked.

It's a pity that Mr. Lucas doesn't know Mr. Sturlusson. If he didn't pretend to be talking about humanities and art or praising the great rivers and mountains of his motherland, but picked up something about today's wand match, as long as he has a little touch with the wand , Director Strulusson will definitely join in, at least he won't be as incomprehensible as he is now.

Meeting someone like Heimdall who is super boring and moodless, Lucas has hit a hard point, the sad thing is that he doesn't know this.

It wasn't until Heimdall couldn't bear to call a timeout, and apologized to him with an apologetic face, that Lucas didn't understand what was going on.

"I'm annoying, aren't I?" Lucas was a little lonely.

Heimdall couldn't bear his tone, and showed off the ring on his hand, "I'm sorry, I have a boyfriend." There is no other meaning, just want to show some evidence.

Lucas frowned, puzzled, "Does this have anything to do with me?"

Now Heimdall frowned.

"So you're worried about this, I don't mind." Lucas was glad to find out why.

But I don't mind!Heimdall wanted to talk to him.

"I'm just flirting with you, it has nothing to do with whether you have a boyfriend or not, it's just, just sex!"

Just talking, he has already raised the height to sex? !Or is that what he's aiming for?The so-called talk is not speculative, and Heimdall firmly wants to tell him that he will never see him again.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in you at all, including your 'sex'." Heimdall cut to the chase. "I just want to know the content of the next game from you. I'm sorry for taking advantage of you. You can pretend that this has never happened, or you can pretend that you have never seen me." After finishing speaking, I just thought Disappeared from Lucas' eyes, and the other party spoke.

"Wandmaking."

Heimdall looked back in surprise, and Lucas said again, "The content of the next exam."

Heimdall didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only thank him repeatedly in Russian. Lucas's "repaying grievances with kindness" made him feel guilty all the time.

"You really don't want to try?" Lucas leaned against his back and whispered in his ear. "I think we'd definitely hit it off."

Heimdall didn't know if this was an "honor" for the second invitation to sex in his life, and the bearded man had already erected, and he obviously felt a hard thing rubbing against his back, if that hard thing The thing is indeed the genitals then.

How can this man be tough? !Heimdall couldn't figure it out, "Are you carrying small pills with you?"

Lucas blew into his ear again, "What?"

"A small blue pill with a miraculous effect that can make a man last for a long time." (PS: Viagra)

Lucas was stunned, and Heimdall took the opportunity to get rid of him, then took a few steps away, nodded his thanks to him earnestly, turned and left.

Lucas watched him leave in a hurry without laughing.

"Not everyone accepts what you do." His companion walked over slowly and stuffed the test report into his hand.

Lucas clicked his lips, "It's boring, it's boring, he is obviously a man, but he looks like a nervous virgin!"

"Anyone who doesn't respond to you is neurotic." The companion disagreed.

"Are there still men who defend themselves like jade for their lovers these days? Women don't do that anymore! His boyfriend must be an old-timer full of truth. It's a pity that he looks like that." Lucas was extremely unbalanced.

Lucas' companion smiled meaningfully, "Is that boy a student of Durmstrang?"

"Yes." Lucas nodded in disbelief. "What is the head of the laboratory."

"That's right, Heimdall Strulusson."

"How do you know?" Lucas doesn't remember telling him.

"Because I know who his boyfriend is."

"you recognize?"

"It's not just me, you know each other, we all know each other." Lucas's companion said everyone refers to their wand-loving team.

"Who?"

"Victor Krum."

Lucas was stunned for about five seconds, "...that Victor Krum?"

"That Victor Krum."

Lucas put his hands to his cheeks.

His companion patted him on the shoulder, "You should let yourself know more about the idol, Quidditch is just a part of Krum's life. I hope Mr. Strulusson will not tell this, especially Don't tell Krum."

"I teased him just now..." Lucas' tone was unstable.

His companion glanced deliberately at his crotch.

"Oh! No!" Lucas wailed terribly.

***

This time, Heimdall returned to school at tea time, and when he arrived at school, he plunged into the cafeteria. To his surprise, he saw that he had been so busy since returning to school in the New Year, and Victor, who gets together less and leaves more, seems to be sitting leisurely at a table, with Duncan and Bernick at the same table.

Heimdall opened his arms and rushed over, pressing on his boyfriend's shoulders, pouting and kissing his boyfriend's cheeks several times, the huge enthusiasm made the boyfriend very happy.

Victor took his hand and pulled him to sit beside him.

"Why are you so busy today? Lost or won?" Heimdall said with a smile.

"The opponent is late for this game, so we have won." Victor pulled Heimdall into his arms and covered it for a while before letting go.

"What are they talking about?" Heimdall noticed that Duncan and Bernick seemed to be arguing about something, in French he couldn't understand.

"About Bernick's girlfriend."

"Luna? What's wrong with her?" Heimdall thought to himself that this pair has developed quite rapidly, and they have already positioned each other as boyfriend and girlfriend?

"Duncan said he couldn't remember what Miss Lovegood looked like, and asked Bernick to show him the picture."

"Bernick doesn't agree?"

Victor smiled, "Yes."

Listening to their chatter, Heimdall said with emotion, "Maybe I should learn French."

Duncan turned his head as if he had grown another pair of ears, "Welcome, welcome, I can be your teacher."

"Considering your boyfriend, you should learn Bulgarian first." Bernick insisted on playing against Duncan.

Then they fell into a new round of controversy.

"Forget it, if you really want to learn it, let's learn a Nordic language first." Heimdall muttered while grabbing a plate of snacks.

"How was the game?" Victor played with his fingers curling his hair.

"It's okay." He stuffed an egg roll into his mouth.

"Today is later than the previous two times."

"Something happened." Heimdall replied indifferently, puffing his cheeks.

"Not smooth?"

For a moment, Heimdall really didn't know how to answer this question. A ghost (wandering spirit) appeared in the wand?Are the examiners infighting?Non-professional players like to laugh at life?Especially the Mr. Bearded incident at the end... How should he calmly talk about his experience in today's competition?

Oh, today's egg roll is really good, soft and moderate, do you know the magic wand of silence, there are wandering spirits in it, the examiners are quite competitive, there is a feeling of dissatisfaction with others, the other contestants in the same group look pretty good Get along, a French wizard put an erect penis on my ass, by the way, pour me a cup of tea, please, thank you!

Is that what you say?

The choice was fleeting, and Heimdall decided to talk about the wand and the examiner—these were the main topics. As for other things, such as those that should be mosaiced, he decided to forget about them.

"That wand is amazing..." Heimdall described excitedly while asking Victor to pour him tea.