HP's Foreign Land

One morning, at the dining table in the cafeteria, Ryan enthusiastically spread a fashion magazine "Robe and Pocket Watch" that was relatively popular in Austria and other surrounding countries in front of Heimdall.

"Rig, look, you're in a magazine!"

After hearing this, Carlo picked up the magazine, first scanned the article ten lines at a glance, frowned, then quickly browsed all the pictures, and finally dropped the magazine with a "snap", angrily said, "Nonsense. "

Mr Jones expressed outrage at Mr Christian's lying about the military.

"What nonsense?!" Rian gave Carlo a white look.

Caro patted the magazine, "Rig's name was not in the report, and I searched around in the picture section and couldn't find him there."

Ryan quickly picked up the magazine, leaned in front of Carlo's eyes, pointed at the lower right corner of the picture on the lower right, and tapped vigorously, "Did you see it? Did you see it? Isn't this Rigg?! My eyesight is not good. Also blame me."

Carlo took the magazine and looked at it carefully. It seemed that the person in the corner was really Heimdall. He couldn't laugh or cry and said, "That's the only thing worth your shouting?!"

"Isn't this called a magazine? Only frontal close-ups count?"

"The key is that there is no mention of Lige in the article." Carlo always thinks that the pictures in newspapers and magazines are secondary, and the text is the protagonist. Is it fun to be so complacent?

Ryan took back the magazine, curled his lips, and didn't want to be familiar with him. He turned to face Heimdall, and said with a smile on his face, "Isn't it very lively on the day of the awards ceremony?" , "They are both champions, why is there such a big difference?!"

Almost all the newspapers and magazines highly praised the professional group champions, and turned a blind eye to the results of the non-professional group, more like avoiding them intentionally. It’s too shabby, and it’s too much because it’s not a frontal photo, and it’s dominated by so many backs of the head. In the foreground of the picture, Rieger, who is receiving the award on the stage, becomes the background of the effect.

Heimdall took the magazine and glanced at it calmly, "The day of the award ceremony was indeed very lively." In fact, this result did not surprise him too much. If the person who is reported all over the world today is himself as the amateur champion That's not normal.

From the beginning of its establishment, the highlight of the European Patron Cup was the professional group. There was no non-professional group in the first few competitions. The non-professional group competition was only opened after entering the [-]th century. The primary and secondary of the Patron Cup are very clear. Their set of competition procedures is like an interlocking repertoire, and it is impossible to change the ending that has been performed according to the script for hundreds of years because of a supporting role.

Perhaps the leader of the examiner team will be annoyed by the self-assertion of the champion of the professional group, and take the opportunity of awarding the award to give a thorough warning. This is a kind of beating on the professional group. Will be much more honest.

In the final analysis, Heimdall stole the limelight on the day of the award ceremony, at best he was just being used... No, it should be said that everyone was using each other. The champion of the professional group used the awards ceremony of the European Asylum Cup to increase his popularity; the European Asylum Cup Heimdall was used to warn the champion of the professional group not to get carried away; Heimdall, the champion of the non-professional group, used the European Asylum Cup to complete the laboratory tasks of this school year, and even shared the championship reward with Kant.

Out of selfishness, he told Kant that the scrapped silence wand would belong to him from the very beginning. Kant was a little displeased at first, but later he figured it out. It’s useless to keep useless things, so he generously ignored them. .

All in all happy - hello, hello, hello everyone.

"Can you see that it's me in this photo?" Heimdall pushed the magazine towards Leon.

Leon glanced twice, "Yes."

Carlo glanced at the small photo crowded in the corner again, and said hesitantly, "...Let's put it this way, anyone who knows you should be able to see it."

"That's good." Heimdall said to Ryan, "Can you lend me this magazine today?"

Ryan said it was okay, and then asked curiously, "Why do you want it?" This is a fashion magazine. When did Rigg become interested in it?

Holding the magazine in his hand, Heimdall said with a smile, "Show it to Victor."

The three friends rolled their eyes in unison.

This year's European Asylum Cup came to an end amidst the hustle and bustle. Heimdall didn't know what the other players thought, but he was quite satisfied anyway, because when he and Kant shared the rewards equally, the head of the wand research room only took away the wand-shaped trophy. A bonus of 500 Galleons was left behind.

When Heimdall received these two items at the award ceremony, he agreed on the prize money, and when he "divided the spoils" with Kant, he also expressed his thoughts openly. Although the trophy looks more stylish, it does not belong to Personally, I have to hand it over to the school to enrich the window display, just like a piece of paper, and I can't help keeping this piece of paper.

Heimdall typed the report the next day, and also handed in a bonus of 500 Galleons, explained the source and amount of the money to the student union, and applied for adding a few magic artifacts to the experimental laboratory.He wanted a lot of things, but after this wand competition, the wand tester became the thing he was most eager to buy.I heard that this kind of instrument needs to be obtained through special channels, and it is said to be expensive.Is it feasible if he can buy it in the name of Durmstrang College with the approval of the student union?

After the application is submitted, the students will say that they want to study it, but there is no immediate reply.

Heimdall suddenly regretted that he handed in the money too early and too aggressively, and he didn't even get enough of it...

The final exam came as scheduled, some happy and some sad.

Prior to this, the school held a graduation ceremony for the seventh grade brothers.The ceremony started in a serious atmosphere and ended with crying and laughing.

Especially the head of a row of research laboratories, who were bombarded by their respective staff members reluctantly hugging their thighs, mostly talking about unfinished business, research department assignments and other issues, but also created a different kind of discussion. touching atmosphere.

Bernick was leaving, and Duncan was leaving too. Under the chaotic scene with the principal's acquiescence, Victor led Heimdall through the crowd, and finally found the two people nestled in the corner.

I don't know why, the two of them have a relaxed expression about to be relieved, and Heimdall's reluctance has faded a lot.

"Sooner or later, there will be such a day." Bernick said deeply, as if he had seen Heimdall's thoughts.

Duncan was more straightforward. First he muttered something in French, probably expressing emotion, and then sighed, "I can finally leave this dark place and return to the bright world with angels flying around." It sounded like Dems Trang is eighteen levels of hell.

He patted Victor and Heimdall on the shoulders hard, and said with a smile, "You guys continue to suffer in hell."

He really regarded the German school as hell.

Then he took out a stack of photos from his pocket, waved them in front of Heimdall's eyes in a showy manner, "Look, look, this is an angel." He exaggeratedly kissed the photos, and then sighed, "You Never understand the infinite beauty of angels."

Heimdall couldn't bear Duncan's endless hypocrisy, so he grabbed the photo in his hand and took a closer look. He had quite a lot of angels, and each photo had the same pattern.

"How about it, aren't they lovely angels?" Duncan approached Heimdall in a tone of voice, admiring the lifelike "angels" in the photo with him.

Heimdall stuffed the photo into his hand, "I understand your preference, but I don't encourage it."

Duncan didn't understand at first, but he understood after a while and said, "...Is your standard too high? You can't even catch such a beautiful woman?"

Heimdall said seriously: "I'm glad Victor is not an 'angel'. I prefer living people to angels."

Bernick laughed all of a sudden, and Victor also couldn't help laughing.

Duncan's handsome face distorted all of a sudden, and he froze there for a long time without moving.

After a while, Bernick's laughter subsided, and Duncan came back to his senses and put the photo back in his pocket, staring at Heimdall with a straight face.

Bernick felt that the atmosphere was not good, so he pushed him, "Hey, are you angry like this?"

Duncan's complexion still didn't improve.

When Heimdall saw this, he couldn't help but reflect. Did he go too far just now?It turned out that everyone was joking like this, and I didn't see him getting angry, why...

Heimdall liked Duncan very much, and he didn't want to have a quarrel with him because of this, and it was still at his graduation ceremony, so he panicked unconsciously.

"That's not what I meant." Heimdall held Duncan's hand a little helplessly. "If what I said is not pleasant and I feel offended, I apologize, but you must not take it to heart."

Bernick was very puzzled by his friend's fuss. Duncan was the one who liked to joke the most, was the most unscrupulous in making jokes, and was the least afraid of being made fun of. Why did he suddenly become narrow-minded?

Duncan put his hands on Heimdall's shoulders, and pulled him forward. Before Heimdall could stand still, he cupped his cheeks with both hands and smacked his mouth fiercely. Heimdall was so surprised that his eyes widened. stared straight.Duncan put down his hands without changing his face, hugged Heimdall again, and said, "Take care, I will definitely come back to see you when I have the chance."

Bernick breathed a sigh of relief, this Duncan...

Heimdall raised his arms and hugged him back, and then he heard Duncan say, "You don't mind lending me a hug today, do you?"

Victor's voice sounded quickly, "I'll give you 5 minutes."

"...so stingy, I'm your buddy!"

Heimdall laughed out loud. Duncan is Duncan, and he can't pretend to be deep for too long. Just as he was thinking this way, Duncan grabbed his chin again, raised his mouth, and muttered, "No, just give him two more kisses. I want my money back."

Heimdall dodged left and right, "You see clearly, I'm a man, if you want to kiss, kiss your angel."

"Didn't you see that my eyes are closed?" Duncan closed his eyes, pouted his lips, and kept slapping Heimdall's face, looking like a hooligan.

After getting rid of Duncan's kissing attack, Heimdall teased Bernick with a smile, "Now, you and Luna have more room for development." The thief smiled and pushed his arm with his elbow, "Next The next school year's Triwizard Tournament will probably allow spectators to enter the school to watch the game, and you will definitely go then?"

"Of course." After realizing that he answered too naturally and too quickly, Bernick's face flushed red.

Looking at the bewildered boyfriend's cousin, Heimdall couldn't help but laugh. He didn't expect him to be so innocent.

"He's a good man." Heimdall nodded affirmatively to Victor, and Luna had a good eye.

Victor replied without shame, "The men in our family are all good men."

Sending off the seventh grade, Durmstrang College ushered in the end-of-year exam. Before the exam, Principal Karkaroff finally announced the real reason for the mixed results to the teachers and students of the school-the three-year-old student who had been suspended for many years. The Scramble Tournament will restart next school year.

The whole school was in an uproar.

Everyone talked a lot, and the tense atmosphere of preparing for the exam was diluted a lot.

On this day, Heimdall walked out of the classroom with the flow of people after class. While studying the notes in his hand, he was stopped by someone in the corridor. He raised his eyes and found Anita Sliven.

"Is something wrong?" Heimdall closed his notebook.

Anita said, "Are you going to dinner?"

Heimdall nodded, Anita stepped forward to hold his arm, and said with a smile, "Let's go together."

Heimdall looked at her hand embracing his arm, and thought in surprise, what's wrong with this girl?

Then I found that her smile was a little stiff, the hand holding her was a little trembling, and her cheeks became more and more red. Heimdall wondered even more, what made her have such an "impulse"? !

Under the surprised eyes of the three friends, Heimdall waved helplessly, followed Anita up to the second floor, and found a secluded double seat.

After all, Anita is not a person who can hold her breath. As soon as she sat down, she hurriedly asked, "Are you going to Hogwarts next school year?"

Heimdall picked up his cup and took a sip, "It's not up to me to decide, the key depends on the final score, besides, the final exam will start tomorrow."

"I'm going back to Beauxbatons this afternoon." Anita said suddenly.

Heimdall was immediately surprised.

"Beauxbaton's representative list is also based on the comprehensive results. Of course, I can stay in Durmstrang for the exam, but I still want to go back to Beauxbaton to compete for the representative place."

Heimdall nodded, "Is that why you want to take part in the competition and win the championship? Good! You are brave and self-motivated!" He immediately expressed his appreciation and affirmation for her aggressiveness.

Anita's expression turned gray, like a flower bud that had been exposed to the sun for a long time, and suddenly withered.

"Don't lie to me, you will definitely go, Victor Krum will go, will you go?" Miss Slivan, who was furious, suddenly turned sideways, and slammed the table. "Give me a quasi-letter, are you going or not?!"

"I didn't expect you to have an intelligence network." Heimda answered irrelevantly, and picked up the cup to drink tea again.

Miss Slivan's expression froze, and she hurriedly restrained her fierce stance, and slid her fingers on the table guiltily.

"Sorry..." She apologized in a low voice, she didn't mean to yell at him on purpose, it's too tiring to pretend to be a lady, and it's easy to get confused when she gets excited.

Heimdall smiled slightly, "Isn't it great to be so energetic?"

When Anita heard it, she became a ripe tomato.

"Can you tell me why you care whether I go or not? The Triwizard Tournament is a competition between our three magic schools. No matter what happens, I can't get in your way, right? Even if you are selected as a contestant, I I can only stare blankly at the side."

"...Christmas Ball." Anita blushed and hesitated for a while, finally uttering this answer.

"What Christmas ball?" Heimdall only focused on the Triwizard Tournament itself when he was looking up information on the Triwizard Tournament in the library, ignoring other activities related to the Tournament.

Anita fell silent.

Well, Heimdall didn't expect her to say anything else, so he said, "I will go, if Victor is sure."

Anita was immediately overjoyed, but at the same time her heart was sour because of his decisiveness.

"How dare you!" An angry shout exploded above their heads.

The two were stunned for a moment, then turned around to see that several newly appointed research directors were staring at Heimdall with unfriendly eyes, looking like they wanted to eat people.

Anita shrank her shoulders and leaned closer to Heimdall.

Heimdall held her by the shoulders to prevent her from sticking to him, and said to her, "Brothers seem to be looking for me urgently, I think we should stop here."

Anita grabbed his sleeve anxiously, as if she was about to start a drama of "If you want to escape, everyone escapes together, I will not leave you alone".

When the room chiefs saw it, they curled their lips in disapproval.

"It's all right." Anita was coaxed away by Heimdall after all.

As soon as Miss Slivan left this floor, all the room chiefs dragged nearby chairs and sat down beside him, surrounded by Heimdall, all of them with serious faces, as solemn and solemn as the Wizengamot in court. .

"Come on, what's the matter?" Heimdall lowered his head and took a sip of tea, then suddenly remembered something, and said, "Congratulations to everyone for your promotion." This group of room chiefs are all promoted from the positions of deputy chiefs of.

"I heard you're going to Hogwarts next school year?" the new head of the broomstick research room said heavily.

"Where did you hear that? You haven't taken the exam yet."

"Don't be sloppy with us!" The new head of the Wand Research Office slammed the table, making a lot of harsh noises, which aroused public anger. The students around all glared at him, and the head of the room shyly withdrew his hand.

"How dare I play sloppy with you guys, I don't dare to yell when I'm not sure about something." Heimdall raised his teacup, "Why don't you all look at the tea leaves in the cup and do some divination?"

The room chiefs fell silent for a while, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Heimdall put down his empty teacup and waited for the next sentence.

"It will take one school year for you to go. What about our lab? Sturlusson, we can't do without you!" The new director of the Wand Lab decided to change to the sensational route, and he moved it with emotion and reason.

"You think highly of me." Heimdall laughed. "When I was in the first and second grades, your predecessors didn't think so. Aren't the research laboratories in good shape? I heard that they won many awards." Having said that, I went to get the cup again.

The head of the broomstick research room jumped up, grabbed the teapot, poured him a cup of tea graciously, and put the cup in his hand himself.

Heimdall couldn't help laughing. After thanking him, he took the teacup in his hand, took a sip under the eyes of all the chiefs, and said, "I understand what everyone is thinking. The position of the chief of the research department is not easy to sit. Everyone is well aware of the difficulties, and I also understand that the next school year will be everyone's last year in Durmstrang. Everyone wants to hand over a beautiful report card to the school before getting their graduation certificate. Director, it is my duty to help everyone fulfill their wishes."

"So you decided not to go?" A room chief said hopefully.

"There is a service called 'Express Shipping' in the wizarding world. Although it is not unique to the wizarding world, this service is indispensable regardless of the Muggle world or the wizarding world." Heimdall took out a notebook and wrote A list of the contact information of the Perak international courier company he has been using, and the job numbers of several staff members who often serve him.

The company had a good reputation, the quality of service was excellent, and most of its employees were quick and articulate, and Heimdall advertised them whenever he got the chance.Since the Sugar Mouse Contest, he has become a senior customer of this international courier company. The advantage is that the company will temporarily exclude other customers and give priority to serving him during the busiest time period when staff is in short supply.

The room heads also knew that without the school's permission and the headmaster's help, Heimdall would not be able to go even if he wanted to, so they complained to him here to no avail.

They accepted the note, stood up one after another, and prepared to leave.

The head of the Magical Beasts Laboratory, because he was familiar with Heimdall, half-jokingly said: "I sincerely wish you all the best in your final exams."

Heimdall pursed his lips, "I won't say thank you."

The two smiled at each other.

"By the way, why hasn't that mermaid Luce moved out yet?" Sigma belongs to the private property of the former head of the department, Luce, and it will be a matter of time before he leaves the German school.

The newly appointed person shrugged, "Probably the family hasn't settled down yet. I heard that his grandmother has mermaid phobia, and she refuses to let Luce move Sigma into the house."

Mermaid phobia?This problem is quite new.

Heimdall nodded.

The newly appointed one said again, "I hope he will never settle, so that Sigma can stay in the school forever."

Heimdall laughed dumbfounded, and glanced casually, past the new head of the room in front of him, and saw a few heads sneaking in and out of the stairs not far away.

After squinting for a moment, it was Anita, Percy, and Hassler.

When the room chiefs were all gone, the three ran over, Anita ran at the forefront, and as soon as he got close to Heimdall, he hurriedly asked, "How are you? Are you okay? You haven't been bullied? I wanted to go Looking for Victor, but can't find him..."

"He has a game today." Heimdall said slowly.

"How many times have I told you that such a situation cannot happen." Hasler really couldn't stand Anita's fuss.This is Durmstrang, not Beauxbaton, and besides, he has never heard of such a thing happening to Beauxbaton. Why does this woman think that Sturluson will be bullied?

Percy echoed dumbfoundingly: "You're making too much fuss."

He said so, but the two still followed.

"You son of a bitch! The two big men knew to hide aside. Since nothing will happen, why didn't you come over just now? After those people are all gone, they will complain endlessly!" Anita stabbed back unceremoniously.

Percy frowned and looked away, trying to keep himself calm and don't be as knowledgeable as her.

Hassler took a deep breath, turned his face away, and said to Heimdall: "I just received the news that Krum caught the Golden Snitch, and the Bulgarian team won. The group qualifiers are over, and Bulgaria has successfully advanced to the final stage. .”

Heimdall laughed when he heard this, and the smile didn't last for a few seconds before he saw his face straightened and asked, of course, "Which day is the final?"

Hassler, Percy, and Anita froze.