HP's Foreign Land

In the past two days, Heimdall always felt that there was something he hadn't done, but he couldn't remember what it was.

On the day of the third test of the European Asylum Cup, he got up early as usual, left the dormitory and walked out of the dormitory tower half an hour later, habitually took a deep breath in the biting cold wind, shivering and refreshing himself Brain, if you still don't feel like it, rubbing the snow on your face or stuffing it in your mouth is also very effective, which is more immediate than taking medicine.

After getting rid of the last drowsiness, Heimdall headed for Ben Durmstrang Castle full of energy, and stopped involuntarily when passing the familiar fork.It turned out that when he and Victor had a morning date, they would transfer to the greenhouse from here. Since Victor joined the national team to win glory for the country and couldn't see anyone for three days, their morning date had to be cancelled.

A canopy of white snow fell from the branches, and the sound of falling snow startled the big birds in the treetops, and the birds uttered strange chirping and flapped their wings and flew away.Looking at the back to the quiet path, Heimdalton felt empty in his heart. He rubbed his stomach and attributed this to the sentimentality caused by hunger.

Heimdall looked up at the sky, "It will be fine if you are full." He ran towards the castle even harder.

When I ran to the entrance of the cafeteria, a classmate approached me and looked familiar. Heimdall suddenly woke up and shouted, "Kant!"

"Here!" Kant laughed and walked in front of Heimdall, "So enthusiastic, did you finally figure out that you are going to dump Krum and follow me?!"

"Let's talk about it after we die." In other words, never think about it in this life.

Kant curled his lips, complaining that he had no emotion at all.

Heimdall was thinking about something else entirely, "I forgot to report the progress of the Asylum Cup to you!" Finally, he figured out what he hadn't done.

Kant shook his head indifferently, "I have confidence in you."

"Today's competition is wand-making," Heimdall said.

Kant was surprised when he heard this, "Have you already found out?"

Heimdall thought proudly, you have your Zhang Liangji, and I have my wall ladder, even though I really wanted to show off, I still held on to it, continued to pretend to be steady, and nodded slightly: "It took a little effort." , but I think it's worth it."

After finishing speaking, he walked into the cafeteria with a deep expression on his face.

Kant stayed where he was in a daze, and shouted at Heimdall's back, "That's it?"

Heimdall said without looking back, "If you have anything to say, wait until I get back. It will be too late."

Kant couldn't help laughing, he was overwhelmed by the noise, and he stopped asking if he was together.

***

Heimdall greeted the two energetically, "Good morning, gentlemen!" Once again, he entered the arena alone.

Pompeii, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time, suddenly brightened his eyes, and smiled at Pickens, "I won, and he is still alone."

Frowning, Pickens took out five Sickles from his pocket and stuffed them into Pompey's hands. Pompey became more and more proud after taking them.

"What's the matter with that Kant?!" Pickens expressed his indignation at the bad behavior of the main player's frequent absence.

"It's my fault." Heimdall took the initiative to admit his mistake. "Forgot to ask him if he wanted to come with me this morning."

Pickens let out a long sigh.

"The last time you..." Heimdall has been thinking about their last "appeal" for the past two days.

"It's okay." Pompei said lightly. "It's common for us examiners to complain to me and to discredit you."

Pickens also looked calm and not wanting to talk too much.

The two of them stood here intact and continued to participate in the third match in person. When he entered the arena just now, he saw the professional examiner who had spoken to him during the rematch from a distance. The entire arena was still bustling and noisy, as if everything Nothing changed, except for the rematch examiner who disappeared.

Heimdall was full of doubts in his heart, but he also knew that some things should not be asked too much, some things should not be said too much, and some people can be treated as if they have never met. The Asylum Cup has its own set of procedures. He is here to participate. As long as Just keep that in mind.

"Then the two of you today..." Heimdall looked at Pompeii, then at Pickens.

"Follower." The two nodded affirmatively.

Heimdall made a serious request: "I hope that the two of you will hurry up and cooperate with each other."

The two attendants immediately expressed that they must be quick in their hands and feet and would never waste his time.

"Very good." Heimdall said again, "When I'm nervous, I create pressure on myself, and when I get stressed, I start denying my relatives. If you say or do something that makes the two of you feel uncomfortable, don't take it to heart. , I will definitely apologize to the two of you afterwards."

"No, we're used to it." Pompey nodded when Pickens said this.

"Isn't it great that young people are motivated!"

Pompey continued to nod.

"There's no need to apologize."

Pompeii added while nodding, "Besides, you didn't apologize to us the last two times."

Heimdall broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly said, "It must be made up, it must be made up..."

Pickens laughed loudly and patted Heimdall on the shoulder, "Stulusson, if it's convenient, I'd like to introduce someone to you."

"Convenience and convenience." Heimdall said in a very easy-going manner.

Pickens turned back and waved, and saw a man wearing a star-colored wizard robe walking in front of them. This man was of medium height and slightly fat. He looked far from middle-aged, but his hair was thinning and his forehead was slightly bald. , there are some freckles on the bridge of the nose, he seems to be a person who loves to laugh, the corners of the mouth are curved, and the eyes are also curved when they are squinted.

Pickens introduced: "This is Mr. Simon Miller." Then he said, "This is..."

"I know, Heimdall Sturluson." Mr. Miller interrupted Pickens, extending his right hand to Heimdall. "It's an honor, Mr. Sturluson."

Heimdall quickly held that hand and said some polite words.

After hesitating for a moment, Miller smiled helplessly, "To tell you the truth, it took me a lot of effort to convince Mr. Pickens to be the middleman."

"Of course, I'm a professional examiner." Pickens said solemnly.

Miller paused, glanced hesitantly, and only realized that the two pretended to be incomprehensible, and said helplessly, "...In fact, this is the case. Last time my friend offended you, I will act on his behalf. My apologies, though it may sound disingenuous to you, but my friend isn't sure you'd like to see him anymore, so..."

Heimdall was a little confused, "Your friend is..."

Miller coughed unnaturally, and pointed in a certain direction. Heimdall followed his gesture and looked over. The bearded Lucas was squinting his eyes towards them. A refreshed frontal close-up, accompanied by an exaggerated and flattering smile.

"To tell you the truth, he is a fan of Victor Krum. Last time he, um... did something like that, and when he got back, he became dazed. He couldn't eat or sleep. , he regrets it, really regrets it." Miller did his best to speak well for his friend.

"So he's a fan of Victor." Heimdall groaned as if he had suddenly realized. "I see, I see, Victor's fans, I see, fans."

Miller felt that what he said sounded very strange. He only said a few words, but he didn't mention the important part.

"So..." Miller couldn't help reminding him to focus on the key points.

"Can I join you later in the game?"

"Of course!" Miller nodded.

"Thank you."

"I want to ask, can you..." Miller reminded for the second time.

"If my boyfriend wasn't Victor Krum, wouldn't Mr. Lucas still be sleepless?"

"...I don't think so." Miller had to admit it.

"You can tell your friends that Victor Klum's boyfriend forgave him."

Miller's eyes lit up, and then he realized something was wrong. He said "Victor Klum's boyfriend."

"Aren't you too..." Miller laughed dryly, wanting to try harder for his friend.

"Let me tell you the truth, as a man, suddenly being held up by a stranger's hard dick, although such an experience is rare, it is really not a pleasant experience."

After hearing this, Pickens and Pompey looked at each other in dismay, and there was a subtle qualitative change in the way they looked at the bearded man.

Miller took a deep breath and sighed, "I understand, sorry to bother you." Nodding to Heimdall and the two former examiners respectively, he turned and walked towards Lucas.

I don't know what Miller said to Lucas. Lucas's expression was very calm, and he didn't look at Heimdall anymore. This made Heimdallson a lot faster, and he was always being stared at purposefully. It felt like something was crawling around on my back.

Today the professional group and the non-professional group are gathered together again. The competition content of the professional group is also the production of magic wands. Of course, unlike the nature of the non-professional group, the players in the professional group are all trying their best to compete down.

Because there is no competitive relationship between the two groups, players in the non-professional group can visit the competition of the professional group players, provided that if the other party allows it, they can even help the professional group players fight.It is said that many players in the professional group also have this purpose, and are currently looking for suitable followers. This is a good platform to show off their strength.

Heimdall didn't want to get involved at first. Although the non-professional group is a foil today, he is still more interested in making a magic wand by himself. Once he helps the non-professional group, he will definitely shorten his game time. It is equivalent to giving up the game.It is said that as a follower of the professional group, you can get some points accordingly, but after all, it is not as remarkable as the results obtained by doing it yourself.

He still remembered that he was competing for the wand laboratory, to win glory for the school, but at the same time, he also wanted to see the professional level.The words of the examiners in the professional group were still in my ears that day, which made Heimdall hesitate between "make a wedding dress for myself" and "make a wedding dress for others".

The two servants have always remained silent on this issue, and they have carried forward the principled spirit of the background board very well. Fortunately, Heimdall had no hope for them when it came to making a decision.

Just when he was struggling, the two silent followers gave each other a wink from an angle he couldn't see, and they both noticed the smile in each other's eyes.

The kid didn't even realize how hot he was.

The professional contestants who were looking for assistants all set their sights on Heimdall—perhaps this was due to the fact that the answers in the first wand knowledge competition were all in one go. In the eyes of the professional contestants, Heimdall has an absolute However, due to the fact that the two former examiners stood beside him like door gods, many smug professional contestants inexplicably took a rest, but they refused to leave without accomplishing anything, and did not give up. The others gathered around to deliberate and wait and see the situation, because they were annoyed to find that other people's ideas coincided with their own.

However, the "excellent follower" in everyone's eyes is already thinking about what kind of magic wand to make today. In other words, Heimdall decided to win glory for the school after much deliberation.

"Stulu Song." Miller ran over excitedly. "We have already negotiated with the players in the professional group. It is a wand research institution in Chambord. They are willing to let us visit and study."

Heimdall had heard of this research institute, which was well known in France.

"Sorry, I changed my mind, I still want to try it myself." Heimdall said apologetically.

Miller frowned. "This is a great opportunity. It would be a pity to miss it. Professional wand manufacturing organizations generally don't talk so well. The wand manufacturing process is strictly kept secret."

That's why Heimdall doesn't think he can learn something useful from it. Will the professional team really selflessly disclose the entire manufacturing process?Rather than looking forward to an uncertain factor, it is better to use the knowledge you currently have to practice it.

Miller wanted to persuade him again, but seeing that Heimdall was extremely persistent, he had no choice but to give up, and left after saying a few words like "too bad".In Miller's mind, enthusiasts should seize all opportunities to learn from professionals, and mutual communication is crucial, so he doesn't take Heimdall's insistence seriously, thinking that it is the rebelliousness and stubbornness of young people, a kind of irresistible Unfounded confidence.

The professional examiner in charge of today's competition gave an order, and the contestants in the arena immediately took action.Most of the players in the non-professional group had already found the target to watch, and there were very few left to do it themselves, so the non-professional group seemed empty.

Heimdall thought that today's non-professional group would save trouble, as there is not even an examiner.

The non-professional players who stayed behind nodded to their colleagues, encouraged each other, and then started their own actions. Even so, everyone did not intend to form a group. Heimdall likes this kind of atmosphere. Everyone knows what they want to do.

"What do you want us to do? Tell us what you want!" The two followers thought it was time to play a role.

First of all, of course, is the material selection, but Heimdall didn’t see the real material and felt uneasy, so he decided to do it himself, and went straight to the material table.This table is bigger than the ping-pong table in the previous two games. There are many small baskets stacked on top of each other. The baskets are filled with all kinds of raw materials for wands. The variety is astonishing. It can make people sweat.

A player in the non-professional group was facing the whole table of small baskets with a dull expression at this moment, without moving for a while.

The small baskets of raw materials in the non-professional group have shrunk by more than half compared to those in the professional group, and the quantity is pitifully small, but it is enough to handle all the players. Probably the tournament organizing committee has fully understood the possible situations that may arise during the competition, although these competition props are provided by Some manufacturers or individuals provide it for free, but the item itself is a licensed product with a price tag, so naturally it shouldn’t be wasted if it can’t be wasted.

As expected of a world-renowned wand event, the materials were well prepared. Heimdall checked all the plant wand core materials and looked towards the animal with a murmur of admiration.He casually opened a small jar, and found that it was filled with a clear water-like liquid. A heart the size of a football was beating thumping under the water, as alive as if it had a pacemaker installed.

"This dragon is probably underage..." Heimdall looked at the beating heart and muttered to himself. At the same time, he was full of curiosity about the liquid in the jar. He put his hand into the water——sigh, it was very cold, and touched it again. That heart was surprisingly found to be warm.

A lady with long curly hair who was standing next to him and accidentally glanced at all this immediately took three steps back with a pale face, covered her mouth and retched.

Heimdall glanced at her blankly, pulled his hand out of the water, closed the lid, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hand clean, and remained calm from beginning to end.

The lady's digestive system was acting out of order from beginning to end.

In fact, the competition still sets the difficulty in the selection of materials, and each material is not marked with a name, that is, it does not tell you what it is.Some raw materials are clear at a glance, while others are not. For example, Heimdall later saw another jar filled with water. All contestants who saw the jar thought that the contest had forgotten to put something in it. In fact, there was something in it. The heart of an animal, it's just that these lucky guys can't see it.

Heimdall continued his selection of materials, and when he came to the animal hair and bird feathers, he saw a lady with long curly hair worrying about a large brazier.

This metal brazier was square, about one meter square, with salamander statues adorning its corners, and it was mounted on a black metal stand more than one meter high.The brazier was filled with crackling carbon ash, and the orange-red flame was faintly visible in the cracks of the ashes. The flame seemed to be wrapped in the ashes, burning endlessly and growing endlessly.

The lady with long curly hair just stared blankly at the flickering flames, but didn't see any action.

Heimdall wondered if she wasn't waiting for the flame to go out by itself?

Then, the lady did something that stunned Heimdall. She raised her wand and cast a spell. Clear water spewed out from the end of the wand. The clear water was poured into the brazier, and there was a piercing sound, and the thick black smoke suddenly Roll out.

The lady with long curly hair cheered. She thought the flame had been extinguished, and she moved forward excitedly, but the next second, someone pulled her to the side. She struggled subconsciously, and when she looked back, the person who pulled her was just touching her heart with her hand nasty teenager.

The curly-haired lady was very unhappy, thinking that Heimdall wanted to sneak in and snatch the fruits of her labor.

Seeing that she refused to cooperate, Heimdall pushed her away, quickly took out his wand and threw a flame into the brazier, but the effect was not good, the carbon ash continued to emit black smoke, and showed signs of loosening upwards .

The lady with long curly hair was pushed staggeringly and almost fell, but she managed to stand still. When she looked up and saw Heimdall kept setting fire into the brazier, she was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

"What are you doing! I managed to put out the fire!" She rushed to push Heimdall away, and stood in front of him, preventing him from approaching the brazier.

Heimdall found that he couldn't get rid of her no matter what, and he didn't dare to force it, so he said to her: "It's the first time I've seen someone pour water on a phoenix in flames, don't you die!"

While the opponent was in a daze, he went around and continued to release the raging flames, but it was too late, the female bird lying in the flames had already been reborn from the ashes full of anger.

The lady with long curly hair finally realized what stupid thing she had done, she shuddered violently, and trembled unconsciously.

The phoenix continued to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye. Just now it was as big as an egg, but now it is the size of a fist.

At first, the Phoenix was really dissatisfied with the long curly-haired lady who disturbed its dormancy, but gradually, it shifted its anger to Heimdall. Perhaps Heimdall's magic flame made Phoenix very unhappy, and the king of birds felt that his majesty was under attack. provoked.

Heimdall didn't dare to mess with an adult phoenix. Judging from the growth rate of this phoenix, it was very likely to be an adult.

"Didn't you say that Phoenix has a gentle temperament?" The long curly-haired lady said tremblingly. "This, this, is this Phoenix?"

Heimdall couldn't help but laugh, "Not only did you disturb its sleep, but you also poured cold water on its bed. No matter how gentle your temper is, you can't handle your tossing like this!"

The curly-haired lady immediately screamed in horror, "It's big again! It's even bigger than before!"

With this situation and the scene, and focusing on the lady's words and deeds, it is really a horror movie.

This level of magical flames is not enough, unable to appease the angry Phoenix, Heimdall decisively stopped and continued to release magic, and in this interval, the Phoenix grew a circle again, almost to an adult.

The curly-haired lady screamed again, "Do something! It's going to burn!!"

"Shut up!" Heimdall roared back, and then another ball of flame stuck out from the tip of his wand. This flame quickly made the Phoenix feel very uncomfortable. It quickly calmed down and stared at the new ball with full attention. Unusual tongues of flame from the oven.

Heimdall stopped casting spells again, but the flames did not disappear. He rushed into the brazier and gradually changed his appearance. A phoenix made of flames was fighting with the phoenix in the brazier. The flames of nature collided frequently, and carbon ash was scattered around the brazier, and sparks rained like rain.Not long after, the verdict was decided, and the fire of the fire phoenix was even better. The phoenix seemed to be unable to bear the burning of this kind of flame for a long time, and wailed mournfully.

As soon as he found that the phoenix was showing signs of weakness, Heimdall quickly dispelled the phoenix fire while being speechless. He did not expect that the phoenix could really withstand the flames of the devil. This knowledge came from the book about black magic that Sirius Black gave him. Some of the seemingly absurd views listed in the book are actually another way.

At this time, the salamanders adorning the four corners of the brazier suddenly "live" and spewed scorching flames into the brazier. Phoenix, who was burned all over by the devil's flames, let out a comfortable cry, as if being comforted and hypnotized.Then, it looked up at Heimdall. Heimdall got goosebumps from the stare, and was fully on guard if it was going to come again. As a result, the phoenix flapped its wings and fell headlong into the flames. The carbon ash merged into one, and "dead" went back to sleep.

The curly-haired lady froze for a moment, then hugged Heimdall and yelled and jumped, "You are amazing! How did you do it?! It's amazing!"

Heimdall wanted to cry, no wonder none of the security personnel of the competition were dispatched, and it seemed that the examiners didn’t react at all. The salamanders at the four corners were the “safety system” that had been set up at the beginning. "Destroyed", that is to say, his busy work was wasted.

At this moment, Pickens and Pompeii came up and patted him on the shoulder, "Good job! You've worked hard!"

"If you want to laugh, you can just laugh. If my self-esteem doesn't allow me to laugh myself." Heimdall said sadly.

The two attendants really lived up to his expectations, they laughed so hard that they were so unhappy.

The lady with long curly hair stood aside helplessly, looking at him for a while and looking at them for a while, with a dazed expression on her face.