HP's Foreign Land

It is said that Hufflepuff, who has a good relationship with Gryffindor, completely alienated Harry, ignored him, did not greet him, did not speak to him, and pointed at him behind his back after he walked past. These are just rumors .Heimdall, who looked down at the letter, walked to an antique atrium covered with ivy. He raised his eyes inadvertently, and saw Harry walking stiffly through a group of Slytherins who were taunting him maliciously, and then disappeared alone at the other end of the passage. one head.

Having lost the target of their ridicule, the group of Slytherins were still spitting insults in the direction of Harry's disappearance. It seemed that the discord between Gryffindor and Slytherin could no longer be described.

Heimdall found that the situation was several times worse than he had imagined.

Heimdall shook his head with emotion, and heard a "pop", a yellow-green rattan the thickness of a thumb fell from the sky and fell on the half-person-high steps in front of Heimdall, followed by a wave of The dust and the colorful bugs that suddenly lost their support and kept falling down.

"Ah! Spider!!!" Someone screamed.

Heimdall followed the prestige, and Ron was standing by the pillar three steps away, jumping in panic, holding a cane in his hand. Heimdall traced the source and found that the one in his hand was in the same line as the one that fell on the steps. .

Ron jumped for a while, and suddenly came back to his senses. The spider, which was not much bigger than a fingernail, had been trampled into a mess by him in a panic. Ron jumped backwards with a vomit-like face. to Heimdall.

Ron was dumbfounded, he didn't expect to be exposed so quickly.

"Why are you hiding there?" Heimdall was speechless at his sneaky look.

"Who's hiding!" Ron retorted without confidence, putting aside the rattan that was accidentally torn off.

"Oh, then I read it wrong." Heimdall ignored him and continued walking forward with the letter, but was stopped by Ron.

"I know, you didn't hide." Heimdall turned around and said.

Ron's eyes wandered, his expression was unnatural, "Are you free now?"

"Where's Miss Granger?"

Ron said nothing.

"Yo, it's awkward."

"No!" Ron shook his head.

Heimdall looked at him for a while, "Is that why you got into trouble with Harry?"

Ron fell silent again, and Heimdall knew he had guessed right.

Young man, your name is impulsive.

"Are you free?" Heimdall asked.

"Ah?" Didn't you ask this question yourself?Ron was in a daze.

"I'm going to the Owl Shack to pick up the mail, do you have class today?"

"There is class in the afternoon," he said loudly, as if afraid that Heimdall would abandon him. "I will go with you."

wish for it.Not long after, Heimdall happily walked out of the owl shack with a package in his arms, and Ron followed him with another large package with a depressed face, and was taken advantage of.

Ron took Heimdall to the greenhouse area behind Hogwarts Castle, because Heimdall asked him where there were fewer people and the place was more open. Ron felt that this place met Heimdall's requirements. There was a large area next to the greenhouse. Vegetable field.

The two put the package on the ground, and Heimdall began to work on his own.

Ron stood aside and watched with great interest, but soon began to sneak away. When he woke up, he saw several broomsticks of different colors and styles on the ground, and Heimdall had already taken off the outside He sat cross-legged on the ground, put a copper-colored broom tail on his lap, held a slender steel ruler, and fiddled with the broom tail.

The scale on the steel ruler can move freely like a thermometer, rising and falling with his movements.

"What are you doing?" Ron knelt down beside Heimdall.

"Measure these branches." Heimdall concentrated on it.

"For what?"

"To make sure they're the same length."

"There are so many branches, do you have to measure each one?" Ron was speechless.

"This is a broomstick. If you don't handle it properly, you will die." Heimdall was still very shadowy.

The so-called slow work produces meticulous work, and the old monk Heimdall is as calm as he is in meditation. In addition, the measuring movements are the same. After watching it for a while, Ron became impatient. It's a pity that he doesn't have that leisure now.

Ron walked around the vegetable field a few times, then returned to squat down beside Heimdall, and said, "Where's Krum?"

Heimdall almost laughed, he thought Ron was finally getting to the point... Heimdall shook his head secretly.

"The principal is looking for him to talk."

Ron let out an "oh" and began to squat and dangle in place.

"By the way, you know Diggory of Hufflepuff?"

"Ah."

"He looks very handsome. The girls in our academy are talking about him. Such a person should be a warrior..." Ron's voice dropped unconsciously.

"Could it be that the Goblet of Fire judges people by appearance like the girls in your academy?" Heimdall laughed, but he firmly believed that Victor was more handsome than Digory.

"Harry isn't as handsome as Diggory," Ron muttered.

Finally got to the point.Without saying a word, Heimdall changed to a dark green broom and continued to measure.

"Digory is already 17 years old. In other words, he is different from us. He is already an adult, and Harry is only so old. This kind of comparison is unfair." Heimdall said after a moment of silence.

"How old is he? He's amazing, he can sign up for himself at the age of 14." Ron's expression was not good.

"That's really a skill. I've studied the circle drawn by Principal Dumbledore... With my current level, I haven't researched anything."

"Maybe he knows other ways, he has invisibility—" Ron suddenly stopped talking, and looked away unnaturally, with a trace of vigilance in his eyes.

Heimdall lowered his head and gave a short smile, look, he was still looking towards Harry.

"What did Miss Granger say?" Heimdall broke the brief silence.

Ron glanced at Heimdall secretly, seeing that he had no other reaction, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and snorted after hearing Heimdall's question, "Hermione always speaks for Harry."

"That means Miss Granger believes Harry is innocent?"

Ron snorted again, the three friends voted two to one, which was one of the reasons for his quarrel, Hermione had already seen through his mind, Ron was just jealous, and he was the kind who didn't want to turn around .

"What did Harry say? He admitted that he threw the parchment in the Goblet of Fire?" Heimdall asked.

"How is it possible? He said he didn't lose it."

"Then why don't you believe it?" Heimdall squinted.

Ron frowned.

"Look at him more now, talk to him more, you may not have a chance when the game starts." Heimdall said casually.

"……What's the meaning?"

"Why was the Triwizard Tournament suspended in the first place? Because it would kill people. Little Harry, who is underage, is in danger."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Ron stood up abruptly, his face flushed, expressing his indignation at Heimdall's alarmist talk.

"It's not my nonsense, that's how it's described in the records."

"How can you talk about Harry like that, you just hope he'll...would..." Ron couldn't get the horrible words out of Harry.

Heimdall raised his eyes calmly, "Honey, I'm a student of Durmstrang. From the perspective of the competitive relationship between the three schools, I naturally hope that the underage little Harry is more dangerous than good. It’s extremely beneficial to compete for the championship.”

Ron screamed "Ah", he actually chatted and laughed happily with the enemy, turned around and hugged his head, and ran away in a hurry.

Heimdall, who was sitting by the vegetable field, couldn't help laughing.

***

The next day, Ron sneaked after Harry for a while again, and Hermione rolled his eyes a few times when he spotted him sneaking around. After lunch, he decided to suspend the follow-up plan. After much deliberation, it seemed that only Heimdall would not give He speaks the truth, and he no longer wants to experience Hermione's psychological analysis and sharp skills, and he doesn't want to stay in the bedroom tower to feel the inexplicable excitement that gushes out from time to time. Ron is very afraid that he will be easy on this matter. yield.

In Ron's heart, Harry is the enemy, and Rigg is the enemy of the enemy. Doesn't it mean that the enemy of the enemy is a friend? Then he and Rigg are friends. Ron tried his best to find such a high-sounding reason for himself, and then he was satisfied. to harass the enemy of the enemy.

Ron ran around but couldn't find Heimdall. Later, under the guidance of a Ravenclaw, he came to the greenhouse. It turned out that Heimdall had already engaged in enclosure sports, and the open land next to the vegetable field was for himself. defined scope of activities.

Ron was surprised to find that Heimdall was still sitting cross-legged and tossing the broom, but the inaccessible vegetable field became full of people. What was even more exaggerated was that there was a long queue in front of Heimdall, and the broom in his hand was no longer It is the work of the Broomstick Research Office of the German School, but it is the personal broom of the Hogwarts students, and each student in line is carrying a broom in his hand.

Ron wanted to go ahead and find out, but was despised by all the students in the team. Ron turned around in despair, and was stared back at the end of the team with fierce contempt.

Ron patted Hufflepuff standing in front of him, "What's going on? Why are you queuing?"

"Broomstick maintenance check," the Hufflepuff boy said.

"Broom maintenance and inspection?"

"Yes, that student from Durmstrang is amazing. My friend maintained his sweeper at his place yesterday. They are all old models that are about to fall apart. I wanted to send them back to the sweeper's recycling department for a replacement. The small model of the broom was found by the student of Durmstrang, and it is as good as new, and it is more stable than the comet that my friend bought later."

A Ravenclaw girl who was in front of Hufflepuff looked back when she heard this, "It's much cheaper to maintain him than to send him back to the factory, but unfortunately time is limited, not everyone can get in," said Here, the girl glanced forward, took out her pocket watch and looked at it. "Hopefully we'll all be there today."

Ron blinked his eyes and said in disbelief, "He still takes money?"

"It's not expensive, and there are categories. Every maintenance item is clearly marked with a price. You see, there is a blackboard in front of him, and the price list is clearly written on the blackboard." The Ravenclaw girl pointed to Ron.

Ron was speechless for a while, he was entangled in every possible way here, but Rieger was living a prosperous life, and he was extremely nourished. People are more angry than others, and Ron wanted to run away with his head in his arms again.

"Didn't the professors say anything?" Ron hesitated.

"What do you want to say?" The Ravenclaw girl and the Hufflepuff boy looked at each other, and then looked at him at the same time, their eyes suddenly became very cruel: If you dare to make a small report and say something, You are the public enemy of all the students in line here.

Ron swallowed.

"classmates--"

The students in the team immediately stopped talking and looked forward one after another. Heimdall couldn't help but stand up, rolled the paper into a simple microphone and shouted to the rear: "I'm sorry, today's broomstick maintenance The time is coming to an end, and I will accept up to three brooms in the future. If there is still a need, please come to me to sign your name. Tomorrow, I will continue in the same order as everyone signed in today. No today. The students whose turn it is will not have to queue up again tomorrow."

When everyone heard this, they thought it was a good idea, and continued to line up in an orderly line to leave ink treasures one by one.

"Next." Heimdall picked up a palm-sized post-it note and said without looking up. "By the way, please tell me what items you want to choose. When you come tomorrow, just give me the broom and this piece of paper at the same time."

"Give me a full set."

Heimdalton lived, and this is the richest person he has met so far. Heimdalton looked up and saw Victor looking at him with a smile, but the students who lined up didn't stop him, letting him He jumped in line, his eyes were shining, and he whispered excitedly.

"What the hell are you doing, let's go!" Heimdall's six relatives at work denied him.

Victor really went aside.

"next."

Ron suddenly came back to his senses, aiming for the right moment and moved forward. When the other students realized, he had already signed Heimdall's book, and the students who were cut in line couldn't help but beat their chests.

"Didn't you buy a new broom?" Heimdall knew that Ron got a broom during the summer vacation. (PS: In the original book, I bought it after I became a prefect.)

"Can you turn my sweep into a Firebolt?"

Heimdall looked at Ron in astonishment, and realized that he didn't seem to be joking. After thinking for a while, he said, "If you can prepare all the materials for making the Firebolt, I can try to upgrade your broom."

Ron found out that Heimdall wasn't joking either, and the feeling of being respected made him very excited, "I'll come back tomorrow." Before he finished speaking, he rushed out obliquely like an arrow leaving the string, holding Heimdall in his hand. paper and quill, shouting, "Krum, please sign me!"

Heimdall, who had been robbed of the paper and pen, looked at the empty hands, speechless for a while, what kind of speed is this.