HP's Foreign Land

"If it's just acquaintance, then there's no need." Some reviewers disagreed with this. "The Asylum Cup is not so unkind. We can trust Mr. Ollivander." The old man is very prestigious in the industry and can be regarded as a golden signboard.

The leader of the examiner team couldn't help but laugh. It's normal for these words to come from the staff of the competition. These judges feel uncomfortable if they don't say something about relying on their elders to highlight their achievements and status in wand making.

The old man Ollivander pondered for a moment, blinking his big silver eyes, "When I met that kid, he was only seven years old, and he came to my store almost every day until he started school half a year early."

Accepting a [-]-year-old child as child labor is not pleasant after all. Although he has never been paid a Nat's salary, in Ollivander's mind, Heimdall can be regarded as half the manager of Ollivander's wand store. Worked together for over three years.

"Is he your student?" The leader of the examiner group listened to the old man's words and saw the old man's serious expression, so he put away his indifferent thoughts.

"I didn't teach him any tricks in making wands, but..." Ollivander hesitated for a moment, "I can be regarded as his first teacher when it comes to wands."

Didn't teach him, but claimed to be the first teacher?The judges present couldn't help but look at each other in blank dismay.

The leader of the examiner team seemed to understand something, and laughed, "He's a clever kid."

"That's right." Ollivander nodded, "He is still very diligent, although the results of his work may not be satisfactory, but what is valuable about him is that he knows his mistakes and can correct them, so that he will not let this mistake happen again. "

The old man fell into his own thoughts due to the sudden surge of nostalgia. The leader of the examiner team could not understand, and announced in public that Ollivander had withdrawn from the non-professional team's review.

The old man smiled without any objection.

Seeing those colleagues who are internationally renowned and highly self-respected gather together to express their opinions and argue endlessly over the wand made by Rigg, Ollivander is filled with emotion. Rieg has grown up and is able to make wands independently. There is always such a vivid picture in my mind--in the afternoon of leisurely business, there is light rain falling outside the window, the crisp ticking sound of the old clock is like a lullaby, the seven-year-old doll is standing on the small bench, lying on the In front of the counter, propping your chin with both hands, and pointing your head down a little bit...

That year, Heimdall pushed open the door of the wand specialty store for the first time. Ollivander thought it was a child's whim and didn't take it to heart, but the first day, the second day, the third day, the For four days...and every day after that, he came to the store to report on time, and went in and out quickly, although he often tripped over things he threw on the ground when sweeping the floor; he was thrown up when he was using a feather duster The dust choked tears and snot all over the place; when tidying up the wand boxes in a large cabinet, I forgot to place them from the inside out, and when I suddenly understood, I would stare blankly at the big cabinet for a moment, and then move the small bench dejectedly. Move out the piles of coded boxes...

These scenes are vivid in my mind, as if it was still yesterday.

What were the other kids doing when they were seven?Take the domesticated cattail as the first best friend in your life who listens to him unconditionally, whispering with you?Riding a household broomstick secretly when the grown-ups aren't home?Take their wand away while your parents are not looking, make ridiculous poses in front of the mirror, and imagine yourself performing earth-shattering magic?

It is a child's right to cry, scream, jump and scream.

Therefore, when Ollivander heard that Heimdall was a Squib, he felt very complicated, and felt pity spontaneously. Not everyone has the courage to confess to others that he is a Squib, not to mention that his shop specializes in magic wands. Welcome wizards from all over the world who come to buy wands.

In what mood was the kid standing behind the counter, watching wizard after wizard try out wands in front of him?Every time something came to his lips, Ollivander couldn't ask.

Ollivander has never publicly accepted apprentices. I heard that the old man's family has no interest in this business, and the children in the family have no talent in this area. After a hundred years, the whereabouts of Ollivander's wand store will become a mystery. Even though the old man is still alive, the mystery is like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger.

Who says Mr. Ollivander has no apprentices?It's just that those wizards have no regularity, and they ran away after learning for a long time.Heimdall, the clerk of the wand shop who got along with Ollivander day and night, was very aware of the movements in the shop.

There are often wizards who come to the shop admiringly and want to worship the old man Ollivander as a teacher. The old man never turns away those who seek advice, and these people who want to learn from him are easily left behind.

These people are surprised at first by how easy it is to get started, but after a few days they realize something is wrong. Ollivander doesn't teach them anything, nothing at all, and they spend all their time with a boy with weird hair. Cleaning the store, or taking care of the store when the owner is out, has to bite the bullet to deal with all kinds of difficult customers.

Maybe they can persist in a short period of time, but after a long time, these young people who come with dreams will naturally be unable to bear it anymore. They are not the little boy whose hair color changes from place to place. Climbing up and down in front of the cabinet and taking the wand for granted, there will be a watershed in character as time goes by, and those who are better will argue with Ollivander, and leave when they think they have been cheated; The worse situation is to talk to a certain boy first, and then take advantage of his unpreparedness to take away the goods in the cabinet that are very expensive in materials and prices.

There was a time when the wand shop suffered heavy losses, and Heimdall was devastated by it. The old man never blamed him for it, but it was too much for more than one thing to slip away from under his nose. Heimdall waved the feather duster vigorously, as if imagining that those guys were right in front of him, and he was grabbing him and beating them to death...

This incident raised Heimdall's sense of vigilance to a higher level, and he thought that he should keep an eye on six roads and listen to all directions at all times. At that time, he didn't know that he was not a squib, so he followed the convenience store in the Muggle world and found a few places. Mirrors are kept in the store.

Ollivander didn't quite understand what he was doing. He clapped his chest confidently and said that if these mirrors were placed in a good position, they could prevent theft.

The old man didn't take it seriously and let him fiddle with it.

Ollivander didn't know that these mirrors were not ordinary items, they were not for sale in Borgin Bock's store, and Heimdall had to flatter him for a long time before Mr. Bock reluctantly lent them to him .

These miraculous mirrors are usually hung on the walls of the store. At first glance, they look the same as ordinary mirrors, but if you look closely, you will find that they can't reflect anything. The light can tell people, but they just can't reflect. scenery.

The first guy to be pictured is yet another bastard apprentice on the loose!

When Heimdall looked up and saw the sneaky figure in the mirror, he flew into a rage, his mind became hot, he didn't think about anything, he picked up the feather duster and rushed to that corner, the positive characters in the TV series would roar before they made a move Throat, of course, can’t be done that way in reality, it would startle the snake, so when Heimdall saw the man stuff the wand from the box into his pocket, he greeted him without mentioning the duster.

Of course, the strength of the child was no better than that of an adult. The man was so drawn that he screamed and pushed Heimdall to the ground with his backhand. The fear of being discovered made the man feel terrified, and he immediately pulled out his wand Aim at Heimdall.

Heimdall's pupils contracted sharply, and at the very moment, he subconsciously picked up the wand that fell on the ground, and the words in the simple spell book that he used as a pastime read flooded up like rising seas...

The moment Ollivander returned to the store, he felt that the atmosphere was not right. When he inadvertently looked up and saw the mirror on the wall, he was stunned, and saw a beam of red light emanating from the tip of the wand in Heimdall's hand. The "apprentice" on the opposite side was hit by the magic, rolled his eyes, fell heavily on the ground with a bang, and passed out.

Ollivander ran over quickly, and everything he saw was a mess.

One old and one young, one sitting on the ground, one standing by the cabinet, just looking at each other in blank dismay.

After a while, Heimdall looked at the wand in his hand, scratched his hair, and muttered, "Strange, am I not a squib?!"

Ollivander laughed happily.

On that day, Heimdall, who had just passed his eighth birthday, received a shocking piece of good news.

It can be said that Heimdall's wand learning began at that time, but the old man Ollivander still insisted that he had never taught anything, whether it was Heimdall or other uninvited apprentices, he All are treated equally, and no one has been taken care of in particular.

Since knowing that he is not a squib, Heimdall tried to look at the problem from a new perspective. This is a process of suddenly realizing that something has always been in your life, but you have never discovered it.

For example, Mr. Ollivander's wand education, in fact, everything he taught is integrated into his usual words and deeds. If you are not good at finding and discovering, you will think that you have gained nothing.There is a good saying that "the master leads the door and practice is up to the individual", is it still waiting for Mr. Ollivander to shout from time to time "the following things are the key points, you must remember"?

Half a year later, Heimdall was allowed to watch the old man make the wand and help him by the way. After another half year, Ollivander's wand specialty store no longer accepted any apprentices to recommend themselves.

"You seem to be very happy? Did you think of something good?" The question of the examiner team leader interrupted Ollivander's memory.

Ollivander smiled, didn't intend to say anything, and changed the subject, "The review over there is over?"

"It's over." The leader of the examiner team was in a happy mood, and the non-professional team finally felt elated. After waiting for a while, the old man spoke again, and asked curiously, "Don't you want to know the result?"

"Sanzhangxin, just relying on this, I, the first teacher, is already quite relieved."

The leader of the examiner team smiled slightly, "Mr. Strulusson asked our examiner a question at the end of the third competition."

Ollivander was unmoved, "Try me? I can bet my wand shop that I definitely don't want to get this wand back after the European Asylum Cup is over."

The leader of the examiner team nodded, and said, "He got a wand of silence in the rematch of the second wand test."

Ollivander immediately sat up straight, expressing great concern.

"He successfully extracted the core, but did not put the core back." These are what Pompey and Pickens, who witnessed all this, told him.

The old man was silent for a moment, "He liberated the soul imprisoned inside?"

The leader of the examiner team bowed down, "I can't hide anything from you."

"You haven't told me what question he asked." Ollivander was not so indifferent.

"He wants to ask the big contest for the scrapped wand of silence."

Ollivander couldn't help sighing after hearing this, "What a motivated kid, I should have taught him something more."

The leader of the examiner team joked, "Didn't you never teach him?"

Ollivander glanced at him and said unhurriedly, "That's why I regret it."

***

Durmstrang Junior College, canteen

"Did you see the notice posted on the bulletin board outside?" Carlo refused to let his mouth stop for a while, even with his mouth full of custard.

"I didn't go to see it." Heimdall looked at the large plate of charcoal-grilled chicken legs that had just been delivered to the table with flickering eyes.

"What's wrong?" Carol asked puzzled.

"The minimum age limit for the Apparition exam set by the Department of Magical Communications of the Icelandic Ministry of Magic is generally set at 15 or 6 years old. I can't count on it now." Heimdall raised the big chicken leg and took a big bite, and immediately burst into tears of happiness. Oil. "It was 16 the year before last, but it was lower last year, and it was stuck at 15. I think if I'm lucky, I might be able to count on it next year." The latter sentence was purely a joke.

"I'm not talking about the apparition test." Carlo was attracted by his eating, moved his index finger, and touched a chicken leg, and he and Heimdall were happy together.

Heimdall was taken aback, "What is that?"

"Caro's talking about mixed grades beyond third grade," said Ryan, who was wrestling with a plate of denim bones.

"That's right, I don't understand why the school suddenly messed up, and why?" The little fat man was always ambushing "a hundred thousand reasons" in his mind.

"Since it's a mixed volleyball team, why are the first and second grades excluded?" Leon put down the book in his hand and joined the discussion.

"Mixed grades were originally scheduled for grades five, six, and seven. Later, Victor said that he could go, provided that I also go together. Principal Karkaroff said to think about it, so I told Mr. Principal that it would be fine. It is too deliberate for me to make an exception. In this case, it is better to expand the scope of the mixed ranking of the total scores, so as not to give people a clue. The first and second grades are too young, so you can ignore it and put the limit on the third grade. ’” Heimdall put the gnawed chicken bone on the plate. "The result is as you can see, the third grade and above are mixed."

"Why is this? Where is Krum going?" Carlo suddenly became agitated, and suddenly felt a gust of gossip blowing towards him.

"This news has just been confirmed, but the specific situation has not yet been fully settled, and the three schools have not yet reached an agreement on the competition..." Heimdall fell silent at this point, and Carlo was so anxious that he almost broke his feathers Pen.

"You should keep talking!"

"Next school year, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will hold the Triwizard Tournament."

Carlo froze, "...what did you just say?"

Leon and Ryan also looked surprised.

Heimdall shrugged, "It's fine if you didn't hear it."

Carlo rushed over, and affectionately held Heimdall's hand full of chicken fat, "Is this news conclusive?"

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Heimdall wanted to shake off his hand and take another chicken leg, but the little fat man didn't move at all.

"Krum is sure to go?" Leon's mind turned quickly.

Heimdall nodded, "I guess the principal wants to recommend him to be our school's contestant."

"What's so interesting about England?" Ryan always asks.

"It's nothing funny. British wizards don't have any sense of humor, not to mention the rules of the British wizarding world. If you don't pay attention, you will be offended." Carlo is a French wizard through and through, and he believes that France is the most approachable country in the world.

"Isn't that boring?!" Rian shook his head, seemingly not interested at all.

"To participate in the Triwizard Tournament, you need to stay at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for a whole school year, right?" Leon also lacked interest. "I heard that Hogwarts is the magic school with the strictest management and the most rules and regulations in Europe. What should I do with the raw materials of my potion? They will definitely not be sent in."

Carlo laughed, "Let's not talk about the raw materials of the potion, just relying on the medicine bottles you carry with you, you alone can't get in."

Upon hearing this, Leon immediately raised his hand: "I give up."

"It doesn't sound interesting." Rian agreed.

"Living in the UK for one month during the summer vacation is already my limit." Carlo is also very decisive.

"I can't meet each other for a whole school year, what should I do if I miss you?"

When the three heard this, they all looked at Heimdall.

Seeing Heimdall propping his cheeks with one hand, sliding the fork back and forth on the plate with the other hand, looking away from him seemingly aggrieved, "Although going with Victor will not be lonely, but once the identity of the contestant is confirmed, He will definitely not be with me all the time, thinking that I will be alone in the faraway England, and I will not be familiar with the place, and there will be no one to talk to at that time, and if you think about it, I can only send a letter A few words of greeting." At this point, he cast a squinting glance at them.

The hearts of the three friends suddenly thumped, the emotion called "guilt" was constantly stirring in their hearts, and the flash point called "friendship" shone brightly in their hearts like daylight.

Carlo immediately said solemnly: "Honeydukes' food is delicious. To be honest, a month of summer vacation is not enough for me to stuff my teeth."

"Hogwarts is a coeducational school, so harmonious and natural." Ryan seemed very yearning.

"The professor of Potions at Hogwarts is famous, maybe I can try to make some normal potions taught in textbooks." Leon looked wholeheartedly good and changed his mind.

Heimdall laughed.

"Don't be too happy, several grades are mixed, our grades may not meet the standard." Carlo couldn't help but hit him.

"It's just another story, and my grades don't necessarily pass." Heimdall disagreed.

"So thoughtful?! Then why did you put on an expression of an outcast just now?!" Carlo immediately despised Heimdall's act of being pitiful and sympathetic.

"If I tell you well, can you agree so quickly?"

The three of them hesitated for a moment, it seems that this is really the case...

Heimdall continued, "The triwizard hegemony has not been fully finalized. I heard that the British Ministry of Magic has disagreements on the competition arrangement. That is, it has not yet been announced to the public. The school has not released the wind and wants to be cautious. You understand I mean right?"

The three friends nodded in unison.

Carlo didn't want to dwell on this issue anymore, so he quickly changed the subject, "You seem to be the only Icelander in our school?"

"...It seems to be." Heimdall was not very sure.

Carlo said as a matter of course: "Let your father say hello to the Icelandic Ministry of Magic, and give you a small lesson directly, and then the exam will be over. Anyway, there are no other Icelandic students, and no one will yell about unfairness."

Just when Heimdall was actively considering the possibility of this approach, Rian, who was seated opposite him, suddenly opened his eyes wide and reached out to pat his arm. Heimdall followed his gaze and turned to look. The extraordinary male wizard stood behind him, raised his eyebrows after meeting his surprised eyes, and said condescendingly and expressionlessly, "Mr. Heimdall Strulusson?"

Heimdall opened his mouth in confusion, and the man looked back without changing his expression.

Heimdall closed his mouth and said yes.

The man coughed lightly, "I am here to teach you on behalf of the Apparition Management Office of the Department of Magical Transportation of the Ministry of Magic of Iceland. My surname is Strulusson. I am honored." He stretched out his right hand as he spoke.

It's so amazing, you can think of this little stove just by using your brain? !Heimdall stared at the hand, pursed his mouth, and held it.

"What do you think is the most suitable time for our course schedule?"

Heimdall couldn't help but laugh, "Snow, do we have to talk like this?"

Snow Strulusson, the representative of the Apparition Management Office of the Department of Magical Transport of the Icelandic Ministry of Magic, nodded in a feigned deep way, "This is the process."

Heimdall made a bitter face, "Then Mr. Strulusson, when will this process end?"

Snow chuckled, "It's over."

Heimdall held Snow's extended hand with a smile on his face, and found another small table on the second floor to sit down.

"I remember Dad saying that you would work in the Department of Magical Sports, why did you get transferred to the Department of Transportation?" Heimdall didn't think that Snow was willing to give up his beloved Quidditch.

Snow said calmly: "Icelandic wizards don't pay much attention to Quidditch, and the traffic department can easily get clues."

In other words, if Snow wanted to be promoted, he needed corresponding work performance, and the prerequisite for a successful official career was to hand over a good resume.

Heimdall could only say: "Then I wish you an early seat as the head of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports."

"I heard that you are going to England with Krum next school year?" Snow asked seemingly casually.

"Victor wants me to come with you."

"What about you? Do you want to go?"

Heimdall rubbed his nose, a little embarrassed, "I can't see it in one school year, it's weird..."

Snow curled his lips, "The Triwizard Tournament is quite dangerous. According to past records, the possibility of not being killed or injured tends to be zero."

Heimdall said with a smile, "Don't worry, I definitely won't be selected at my age. Looking at the original competition records, most of the candidates are students in the sixth and seventh grades."

Snow shook his head, "You know I'm not talking about you, if you don't like it, you can ask Krum not to join in the fun." He felt that as long as Rigg asked, Krum would not refuse.

"Because I don't like it, can I justly deny it?" Heimdall smiled wryly. "I don't like Quidditch either, but so what?"

Snow listened and stroked his hair.

"I will be very strict, Mr. Strulusson." Snow suddenly put on a straight face.

"I understand, Mr. Sturluson." Heimdall was equally serious.