HP's Foreign Land

Although Apparition and Apparition are two different examination contents, according to the regulations formulated by the International Traffic Management Control Center in the early years, the Apparition and Apparition examinations are collectively referred to as the Apparition Examination.Why do you generally attribute it to manifesting instead of transferring? Perhaps it is because of this consideration that you can only manifest in another place if you succeed in transferring in a certain place, and vice versa. It means that you have transferred.

Anyway, that's the thing about the exam, just look at the result, the process can lower the standard accordingly, or even ignore it altogether.

It's a pity that the temporary teacher in charge of Heimdall didn't think so, not to mention the process, the beginning was extremely strict.

Before formally teaching the magical principles of Apparition and Apparition, the meticulous Mr. Sturlusson conducted a pre-class experiment according to the schedule he made himself. It was the first time in his life that the head of the laboratory, Heimdall, became a teacher. It feels quite fresh to be the subject of the experiment.

Holding this idea relaxed for a few seconds, and immediately suffered a lot.

In the small classroom where they were studying alone, Snow brought him non-stop apparating and apparating, and he was able to hold on once or twice, and he came down to Heim who was tossed by apparating and apparating five times. Dahl felt his stomach churn, and he stumbled to the corner to support the wall and retched.

Snow quickly helped him to sit on the chair next to him, then squatted down in front of him, and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief.

"It's my fault. I'm too impatient. I should give you an adaptation process." Looking at Heimdall, who was pale and sweating, Snow felt distressed.

Heimdall learned what Snow often did to him—rubbed the top of Snow's head, but unfortunately he was not skilled in the operation, and his hands and feet were not important. Fiddled all over.

Heimdall retracted his hand like an electric shock, and laughed twice.

Snow didn't mind at all, and raked the rake with his fingers.

Seeing this, Heimdall was deeply jealous. There is a kind of man who can pour half a bottle of hair oil on his head without losing his demeanor.

Snow originally wanted to announce the end of today's class. Heimdall felt that his physical fitness would not be so disappointing. He firmly believed that he would definitely get used to it after a few more sessions. Snow thought for a moment and said, "Then let's rest for a while. .” Sit down and drink tea.

Heimdall took out the candy specially prepared for toffee from his pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth. The high-calorie food immediately felt a lot more comfortable in his stomach, and he ate several in a row.

No wonder many wizards can't learn this kind of magic well. The process of learning is a process of torture.

Just as Heimdall sighed and pretended to be deep, while counting how many toffee snacks he had eaten, he suddenly felt something pushing his calf. At first he thought it was an illusion, but the sensations continued one after another, and Heimdall Looking down, a furry mass was arching around his legs.

It's toffee.

Heimdall laughed dumbfounded, and hugged the ball of hair to his lap. Toffee rubbed his head against his arms twice to show his intimacy. Then, his attention was quickly attracted by the candy in Heimdall's hand. Stretching out his paws to fiddle with the candies, his big piercing eyes sometimes look at Heimdall's face, and sometimes salivate at the candies, the motivation is self-evident.

"Why did you come here?" Heimdall quickly peeled a few mint chocolates and put them in its mouth, and the toffee obediently chewed and tasted on his lap.

[It heard the conversation of some students and wanted to come and have a look. I brought the way. ] As if conjured out of thin air, Pod suddenly appeared and jumped onto the desk opposite him.

Who said there is no ghost in this school, Heimdall thinks this cat is Durmstrang's "ghost".

[How are those students doing? 】Although he can trust the character of the research directors entrusted by him, Heimdall is still worried. During this period of time, he was busy with the wand competition and was afraid that Toffee would be left out in the cold. The head of the room took turns playing with it.

[Are you worried about the toffee, or the students? ]

【...It must be both. 】I am worried that the ignorant toffee will be used and bullied by those who want to, and I am also worried that those students who are easily carried away will piss him off and start killing him.

[Since that's the case, don't throw it to others for some self-righteous bullshit reason,] Pod took a few steps forward and looked at Heimdall. [Your decisions are unnecessary, you think it will really be happy about it?Just because you are afraid of it being lonely?Don't forget, it is a Chimera beast. Chimeras are not afraid of being left out, and Chimeras don't need human company. ]

[Am I not human? 】

[You are a partner. ]

Heimdall couldn't help laughing, and the pod cat meowed twice in protest, [What are you laughing at? ]

[I just feel nostalgic, how long has it been since I was taught such a lesson by you? 】

[...You really are a bitch. ]

【you do not say. ] Heimdall nodded without hesitation.

Pod jumped up, onto his shoulders, and slid his slender tail across his cheeks.

These days, even cats love to tease people.

Heimdall gently combed Toffee's hair with his fingers, and Toffee immediately let out a comfortable purr, and rolled a few times on Heimdall's legs, allowing him to scratch himself in all directions. It's almost closed.

Heimdall smiled when he saw it, [You're right, I shouldn't have thrown the toffee to others, and thought it was good for it. 】[Reflection should not just be lip service. ] The pods are as sharp as ever.

[I don't seem to have ever thanked you, thank you for being so good with Toffee. 】Regarding this point, Heimdall has always been grateful for it. As a person, there are too many involuntary things, and it is impossible for him to bring toffee with him all the time. He knows that because of the care of the pod, The toffee is not drowned in the miniature wizarding world of Durmstrang.

[Anyone can say beautiful words. ] After all, there is still a touch, the sharpness of the pod is much more blunt than before.

【I'm worried now, what if Hogwarts doesn't agree to put toffee in the school? 】[You want to take toffee with you? ]

Heimdall pursed his lips, [The news is quite well-informed. 】

The pod cat's slender tail suddenly stopped moving.

Heimdall pondered again, 【Although you have an abnormal core, at least you look like a normal cat, and most people can fool you. What about toffee? Should I write a few sycophantic letters to Principal Dumbledore? 】In fact, Heimdall has been seriously considering the feasibility of this method. Instead of letting Principal Karkaroff go to the British Ministry of Magic, it is better to approach the principal of Hogwarts directly.

After a while, the pods responded, [I plan to take me too? ]

[Of course, in the first school year, I will definitely take you all with me. 】

Pod was silent again.

Heimdall smirked in his heart, 【No, I'm so moved, don't cry, my handkerchief won't wipe the cat's tears and nose. 】The pod screamed "meow" as if its tail was stepped on, and raised its tail to "whack" Heimdall desperately.

Inexplicably, a "whip" was received, and Heimdall was stunned by the "whip" for a while.

To be honest, it wasn't selfless, so when Toffee wanted to find Lige, he led it here and got the answer it wanted.It thought it would take a lot of work, but it didn't expect that Rieger had planned it long ago. Faced with his natural honesty, it became at a loss because of the emotional gap, and it was exposed by him, so it couldn't help but become angry. Thinking of this, Pods flick their tails more often.

Just as the cat was making a fuss, Snow put down the cup in his hand and said, "This black cat has a long lifespan. I saw it when I was in school. It is said that Rommel has seen it too. I don't know anything else. Have family members seen this black cat before?"

The pod suddenly stopped moving.

Heimdall gently patted its suddenly stiff back, and said nonchalantly, "That's right, an old monster."

Snow didn't say anything more.

When Dou Po heard it, he frowned, and began to "whack" him again.

One person and one cat started making noise again.

Snow watched the human-cat battle for a while, which really made people laugh. Seeing that the time was almost up, he drank the tea in the cup and said loudly, "Let's continue."

***

After the two of them agreed that time, the morning date was restarted. Even if Victor needed to enter the field early for a certain game, he would stay until after the date was over. Of course, he never told Hai about such things. Mdar.

Out of curiosity, Carlo once hung in the back and watched the whole process of their date once, and his evaluation was as follows: lackluster.

Except for the hugs and hugs that are necessary in a lover's world, the rest is walking, resting, walking, resting... Such a cycle, even verbal interaction is very little, walking hand in hand for half a day, sitting next to each other They can go together without saying a word for half a day.

In the end, Carlo was too embarrassed to follow him any longer, so he still needs to follow him?I'm so sorry for the audience, what he came up with is more exciting than this!

After that, Caro completely stopped thinking about Heimdall's morning date. Perhaps some things should be kept mysterious for a lifetime, and it would be unbeautiful to expose them.

Mr. Jones raised his head and sighed that he realized life again.

This morning, Heimdall took Toffee and Victor to the Pine Lake to watch the staff of the Magical Beasts Research Lab run away with mermaids. When it comes to mermaids, Heimdall was not very responsible from the beginning , and now he is acting as a hands-off shopkeeper. He feels that Lu Sai's business is unreasonable. There are so many people in their laboratory scrambling to take care of Sigma, so he insists on leaving the mermaid to the experimental research laboratory.

Look at it now, isn't it good, he is happy to have nothing to do, and the staff of the Magical Beasts Research Laboratory are satisfied because they can take care of the mermaid.

Sigma never forgets Toffee, and when he sees Toffee, he screams "Momo, Fluffy", and Toffee doesn't like to visit the Magical Beasts Laboratory because there is such an unreliable mermaid there.

Songhu, which is usually a bit bleak, suddenly becomes full of vitality, and the chickens are flying like dogs.

Director Horus Kant heard the yelling here from a long distance, and thought he had found the wrong place, but after seeing the very representative magical animal toffee, he was sure that he had gone to the right place.

The moment he found Heimdall, he opened his arms and rushed over with a smile on his face, "Sturluson!"

A certain boyfriend with sharp eyesight grabbed her and threw her away.

"D-Well done!" Kant staggered a little before he stood still. "As expected of Victor Krum."

Victor was unmoved, warning, "Next time, I'll be more direct."

The corners of Kant's mouth twitched, what do you mean by "more direct", and inexplicably felt a chill rushing from his back to the back of his neck.

"What do you want from me?" Heimdall waited for the opportunity to speak.

Kant seemed to be terrified and wanted to move closer to Heimdall, but was frozen by Victor's eyes, curled his lips, and stood neatly at an arm's length away.

"I received a notification from the European Patron Cup." Kant took out the envelope with the wand pattern on it from his pocket.

Heimdall remained calm, "What was the result?"

Kant laughed, "The non-professional group is first."

Heimdall was overjoyed, and hurriedly said, "Show me." He took the result notice from Kant, checked it again and again, and saw other problems.

The winners written on it are: Durmstrang College, Wand Research Laboratory, Heimdall Sturluson "Who does this award belong to?" Heimdall immediately took out the director of the experimental laboratory style.

The brother still needs to settle the accounts, not to mention the different labs. As the head of a lab, he has the right and obligation to maximize the benefits for the lab, and this is also for the purpose of having a say in the student union in the future.Although this competition is under the name of the Wand Research Office, the contestant is Heimdall Strulusson. He can say bluntly that the credit for this time should be attributed to him.

If the staff of the European Asylum Cup didn't write his name alone in the column of the winner, he wouldn't have this idea. This is what God told him to fight for.

Kant understands Heimdall's thoughts. They are both room chiefs, at least within the authority of the room chief, they can communicate with each other.

"It's on us," Kant said.

Heimdall narrowed his eyes, "The 'we' refers to..."

"You and I, the Experimental Lab and the Wand Lab, our shared prize."

well.

Heimdall nodded and stretched out his right hand, "Have a nice cooperation."

"Happy cooperation." Kant held his hand.

After a while, Heimdall couldn't bear to pull out his palm, telling him that he could let go, but Kant took the opportunity to lean forward and complained in a low voice: "Krum is so scary." A trembling tone.

"...Some people are just not scared." Heimdall muttered without changing his expression.

"What did you say?" Kant moved forward again.

"I said Victor," Heimdall turned to face his boyfriend directly, "What should I do, Director Kant suddenly doesn't remember how to let go."

Victor raised one eyebrow, making a gesture to walk here.

Kant brushed off Heimdall's palm.

Heimdall smiled, "Goodbye, Chief Kant."

Kant glared at him.

Heimdall said again, "Let's go."

Kant still stared at him with his eyes full of grief and indignation.

Heimdall's face sank when he saw this, and he strode forward to stick in front of Kant. Kant retreated unconsciously because he suddenly closed the distance, but Heimdall grabbed his collar and dragged him back, using only him A voice that could only be heard by two people said: "Kant, for the sake of me helping you and your wand research room win the first place in the non-professional group of the European Asylum Cup, please, don't stay here to be an eyesore, Wick Wait a little longer and have to catch a game. During this period of time, he was running around all over the world, and he managed to find some time to date me. If you are so ungrateful... To be honest, I don’t want to make the relationship too rigid. Everyone is going to be a classmate, do you understand what I mean?"

Kant was stunned, and nodded involuntarily under Heimdall's knife-like gaze.

"Very good, long live the understanding, thank you." Heimdall loosened his collar and smoothed out the wrinkled wrinkles one by one with his hands. "Then why are you still staying here to dawdle?" One second she was soft-spoken, the next second she was vicious, "Get out of here!"

Before the last sound was heard, Kant ran away, turning around in a panic and yelling, "Krum, you should think about it again, you know what you know, you don't know what you know, Sturlusson is so scary!" The words disappeared in a flash.

Victor laughed dumbfounded, and saw Heimdall sniffing his nose in relief, turned around and took his hand, and said triumphantly, "Let's continue."

***

The moment Heimdall stepped into the arena, he thought it was a bit late. He took out his pocket watch and found that the time was just right. Looking at the crowded awards ceremony, he secretly wondered, why are there so many people?

On the day of the award, Heimdall was still alone. Kant said that he hadn’t done anything for this award, and he would not show his eyes on the day of the award. He still had this self-knowledge, and it was almost difficult to change what the director Kant recognized. Heimdall persuaded him to no avail and had to come by himself.

Before coming here, Kant also reassured Heimdall, saying that the awards of the European Asylum Cup are always low-key. He just invited some bigwigs in the industry to present an award to give a speech to encourage them, and the speeches for the award are generally aimed at the professional group and the non-professional group. It is purely a formality, it is the foil of the professional group.

However, judging from the situation at the scene, the information provided by Kant was obviously wrong.

The wizards with cameras on their backs ran around the venue, pinching their notebooks to find stitches in the crowd, and white lights flashed and flashed before their eyes.

Where is the low key?Could it be that the European Asylum Cup decided to take an unusual path from this year?

He patted Heimdall on the shoulder with one hand, and when he looked back, it was Patrick Pompeii, the first examiner who had taken care of him.

"Congratulations." Pompey said beamingly.

After thanking him, Heimdall asked, "When will the awards for the non-professional group start?"

"It will start right away. The awards for the non-professional group will be presented before the professional group."

Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief. Judging by the enthusiastic attitude at the scene, it should be aimed at the professional group. If the professional group presented the awards first, the non-professional group would not know when it would be delayed. He also wanted to go back early to review his homework and prepare for the end of the semester. As for the exam, fortunately, fortunately.

"Why are there so many people today? Are those reporters?" Heimdall felt relieved and started chatting with Pompey.

Pompeii nodded, "They all came for the professional championship."

Heimdall also nodded, consistent with his guess.

Pompeo added, "It was Mr. Champion who brought the reporter here on his own initiative."

This was unexpected, and Heimdall couldn't help but wondered, "If that's the case, isn't there a corresponding measure in the competition?" Just let them run around the field?It seems that no one came out to drive them away.

"It was there, but it disappeared later." Pompeii laughed.

Heimdall looked at it and felt that his smile was too bright?Are the eyes blinking too much?Are emotes too innocuous?To sum up, four words can be summed up: schadenfreude.

why?

Heimdall was puzzled.

[Everyone be quiet——] Someone stood on the temporary awarding platform in front of him to adjust the atmosphere.

The people in the audience raised their eyes one after another, and the crowded scene suddenly became quieter, and after a while, it became completely quiet.

"The one who is talking now is the leader of our examiner team." Pompei whispered in Heimdall's ear.

Heimdall nodded. He saw the well-dressed Mr. Pickens standing behind the team leader with a serious face holding a brocade box in his hand, but his eyes kept looking around, and he smiled when he saw Heimdall. , Blinking his eyes, his actions immediately attracted the attention of people in front of him, and many people followed Pickens' gaze and looked over for some reason.

The sense of weirdness lingering in Heimdall's heart became more and more intense. Why did the calm and restrained Mr. Pickens suddenly become frivolous, and it was in public, when the leader was giving a speech.

[... Now we will begin to award the awards for the non-professional group. 】The leader of the examiner team seemed to turn a blind eye to the sudden commotion below.

[Only one player in the non-professional group of the European Asylum Cup this year participated in all three games. After review by our three groups of judges, it was unanimously decided that the winner of the non-professional group of the European Asylum Cup this year is representing Dems Mr. Heimdall Sturlusson, who participated in the Wand Research Office of Trang College, please invite Mr. Sturlusson to come to the stage to accept the award. ] Immediately there was a round of applause from the audience, among which the group of followers of the non-professional group was the most enthusiastic. Everyone looked around, constantly looking for the figure of Heimdall.

Because of the late arrival, Heimdall, who was squeezed at the end, took some effort to get on the podium.

As soon as they stood firmly on the stage, the dedicated reporters immediately picked up their cameras, and a white light swept across the audience.

The players in the non-professional group immediately felt proud, screamed excitedly, and whistled a few times.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, the head of the examiner team kept pulling him to face the flickering cameras of the reporters, but Heimdall's face almost froze with laughter even though he didn't go to present the award for so long.

When the leader of the examiner team was finally willing to let go, before he had time to adjust his facial muscles, the team leader suddenly talked loudly about the history of Heimdall's several games to the audience. In the words of the team leader, "This is a very A non-professional champion inferior to a professional champion".

Such a high evaluation immediately ignited the gossip of the reporters in the audience, and they all asked the team leader to speak more specifically. Some reporters even took out their small notebooks again, as if they were listening attentively.

Some people cheered, and the leader of the examiner team became even more enthusiastic.

The client, Heimdall, was ignored instead, and he stood on the stage foolishly. If the head of the examiner team hadn't pulled him from time to time as if he was afraid that he would slip away, maybe he had really escaped.

The leader of the examiner team was eloquent, and his language was as vivid as if he had seen everything with his own eyes.

When describing the scene of Heimdall pulling out the core of the wand, he even took out the scrapped wand of silence and dangled it in front of the reporters. The eyes of the reporters followed from left to right and then from right to left, I didn't dare to take a breath, my appetite was whetted.It wasn't until the team leader put the three-core magic wand that determined the universe in front of everyone that not only the reporters, but also the contestants all shut their mouths, and the scene was suddenly silent.

The champion of the professional group, who had been waiting for the stage to be touted, had a dark face, and his facial features became more and more distorted.

Pickens on the stage laughed from the bottom of his heart when he saw it, deliberately ignoring the Asylum Cup Organizing Committee, planning and arranging all this painstakingly, but in the end he was used by the team leader. This feeling must be quite ecstasy.