HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall's broom maintenance lasted for nearly a week, and the brooms in his hands are indeed better than before. Over time, he has formed a good reputation, and students come here every day.Of course, there are also those who are not short of money. People who are not short of money are generally not willing to find another way. They think that sending them back to the factory for regular maintenance and systematic operation by professionals is more secure than the roadside stalls in Heimdall. Everyone has different ideas. Heimdall can't force it, and there are too many people and he can't be busy.

Since the opening of the roadside stall, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw have the most students, and occasionally there will be a few Gryffindors. Because of Harry's selection, Gryffindor naturally put Durmster Lang's students were considered competitors, the unfettered Weasley twins came twice, Fred tried to make his broom fly upside down, and George was more interested in the repair kit full of weird and weird things. Interested, exchanged a few gadgets with Heimdall for their inventions.

The Slytherin students also came out of curiosity, and Heimdall opened the door for business, treating them equally. The problem is that these Slytherin students didn't think so, they probably thought he was Draco's cousin, He is one of his own people, acting recklessly, jumping straight ahead in the queue, which made the students who lined up in a well-behaved manner very dissatisfied.

The students blushed and their necks were thick because of this, and even pulled out their wands (it turns out that the three characters are also river crabs), Heimdall had to come out to stop them. Several Slytherin students who came to patronize his business were obsessed with it. Mudar should have opened the back door for them instead of letting them line up like everyone else.

Their behavior seriously affected the roadside stall business, and Heimdall had no choice but to ask them to leave. These Slytherins looked unbelievable, as if they had been betrayed by Heimdall.

"Will you put Malfoy in line?" a Slytherin asked him coldly.

"Of course." Heimdall said firmly.

Only Heimdall knows that Draco doesn't use the roadside stand to take care of his business at all. As long as he needs it, he will use other time slots to fix his cousin's broom. Of course, this can't be said to Slater who has provoked public anger Lin said.

The Slytherins dropped a few fierce glances, they still had some scruples about the name of the students of Heimdaldhamstrang, they didn't dare to say harsh words blatantly, and walked away in desperation under the glaring eyes of the students. up.

Everyone laughed when they saw it.

"Not all Slytherins are like that..." someone in the line whispered.

The students who heard the words followed the sound and saw a first-year Slytherin holding a broom looking at everyone timidly like a frightened little white rabbit.

***

"Did you see their faces? What a joy!" Ron yelled excitedly while going to lunch with Heimdall.

Seeing Ron's excited expression that you are my brother, Heimdall especially wanted to remind him that he does not get involved in their factional disputes, and just discusses the facts. If the person who took the lead in making trouble today was a Gryffindor student, he would The same will tell them to fuck off.

"Wait." Heimdall suddenly said to Ron, who was still talking, "Go and eat first."

"Where are you going? The auditorium is not in that direction." Ron, who was standing under the corridor, noticed that he was heading towards the atrium, and suddenly shouted in confusion.

"You go first." Heimdall repeated, and then ran to a bench in the atrium, where a group of students gathered, and there were all colleges.

Ron looked around again, then touched his head and left.

Heimdall stood on tiptoe at the outermost edge of the crowd and looked in, seeming to measure the distance visually. He moved around to compare the volume, and finally found a suitable position next to a Ravenclaw student, took out a small notebook and quill, and squinted at the book in the student's hand.

At first, this Ravenclaw student didn't notice the movement around him, he was engrossed in copying something in the book, and he didn't pay attention when his eyes inadvertently glanced at one more person beside him. When he suddenly realized that the color of the school uniform was wrong, When he raised his head and stared at Heimdall, Heimdall had already moved his head to look at it for a while.

The two looked at each other, and neither of them spoke for a while, Heimdall suddenly smiled and broke the silence, "Can you lend me a look?" He pointed to the book on Charms in the other party's hand.

The Ravenclaw student froze for a moment, and handed the book over. Heimdall quickly scanned it with his eyes. The owner of the book kindly told him which spell Professor Flitwick was explaining in depth, and the two quickly Discuss this.

Professor Flitwick, who was standing on a bench surrounded by a group of students dedicated to learning, just noticed Heimdall who was bouncing around outside and poking his head. The smile lines in the corners of his eyes deepened a bit. The dean likes good children who make progress every day.

After many explorations and researches by Heimdall, he found that Professor Flitwick would give extra-curricular lectures from time to time. The time and place of the lectures are not fixed. The professor will teach some extra-curricular things as soon as he is interested. The knowledge of spells is extensive and profound. In order to popularize magic education, all the basic things that are easy to understand are taught in class, and those with high gold content are not included in the scope of textbooks.

Heimdall's idea is very simple and direct. You can learn more knowledge without spending a single Nat. Director Strulusson is always laughing in his dreams at night.

It's a pity that Professor Flitwick's extracurricular teaching will not take a long time, only ten to twenty minutes. After today's extracurricular lectures, Heimdall turned around holding his notebook and muttering to himself, and was greeted by the smiling Flitwick Wei stopped.Being able to attract students from other schools to attend his class, even though it was not a formal class, Flitwick still felt that he had a lot of face. He was originally a soft-spoken person, but now he was even more gentle.

"How is it? Is it helpful to you?" Flitwick had been to Durmstrang, and he knew that the man in front of him was a good student with excellent grades, so he didn't ask if he understood such insulting IQ words.

"It's very interesting. What you said is something you can't read in books." Heimdall nodded.

Flitwick admired his diligent and studious attitude, "Do you have any questions? I dare not say anything else, I can still help with Charms." People are like this, the more vanity inflates, the more they want to show off , usually rarely have the opportunity to teach students of other magic schools, Professor Flitwick is gearing up and eager to try.

"Yes." Heimdall nodded happily, took out a pencil case from his pocket, and then took out a hardcover book imitating wood grain from the pencil case, which was as thick as a brick wall. He put the heavy book Pass it to Flitwick.

"I failed the monthly exam in this course last time."

Seeing that he carried such a thick book with him, Flitwick couldn't help but give him a higher opinion. What a studious child, Professor Flitwick praised secretly. He was a little dazed when he looked down at the cover of the book. He can speak German I understand, the problem is that there are no words on the cover, and the gloomy cover design is very unflattering.

"This is your Charms textbook?" It's different from the one he saw when he went to the German school last time. Is it a new book?

Flitwick held out his hand to take it.

"It's not Charms, it's the textbook used by 'The Exploration and Controversy of the Dark Arts', The Supreme Dark Arts."

The brick book almost slipped out of Flitwick's hands.

"...I'm asking you about Charms." Flitwick said 'Charms' heavily.

"Isn't black magic also a curse?" Heimdall looked at him innocently. "Can't you ask?"

Professor Flitwick cleared his throat, regretful in his heart, who told him to praise himself so highly just now, it would be too embarrassing to suddenly regret it.

Flitwick said: "Lend me this book for two days, and I will return it to you in two days." He carefully tucked the book and hid it, looked around like a thief, and repeatedly asked, "Don't tell others that you have lost the book." lent it to me."

Before leaving, he glanced at the notes in Heimdall's hand, "Are there any notes for this class?"

"Yes." Heimdall nodded reflexively.

"Then lend it to me together." Flitwick hid the book with the book in his pocket, and walked away with a serious expression on his face.

Heimdall stared at the short figure that was fading away for a while in a daze, did he learn or did I learn?

Professor Flitwick taught him new knowledge, and he lent the book to the professor. Thinking about it this way, he took advantage of it. After all, what Professor Flitwick said was not in the book.

It would be great if other professors could also give a few lectures. Director Strulusson would have a whimsical idea from time to time.

"Rig!" Heimdall returned to his senses, and saw Draco waving to him from the corridor.

"Are you finished?" Heimdall walked over.

"Well, this is the Potions supplementary textbook you asked me to borrow this morning." Draco handed him a stack of parchment, and Heimdall felt that they looked a bit old, with frayed edges, as if they were often flipped through. After a few glances, I found that the neat handwriting on it was not from Draco's hand.

"Whose is this?"

"Our dean's."

Heimdall thumped in his heart, "Why did you ask Professor Snape to borrow it?"

Draco's expression suddenly became very unnatural, "...Didn't you borrow the crucible from me? I wanted to clean it up, but the professor asked when he saw it. I didn't dare to lie, I didn't dare to tell us The dean lied..." Draco looked pained.

Heimdall was silent, "How long has it been since you washed that cauldron?" How long did it take to wash the potions professor?

"Can I not answer?"

Heimdall is no different.

Draco took out another stack of parchment. "The dean said that as long as you understand all these questions, you will definitely have no problem in the next monthly exam."

"Draco, I beg you, can you have the backbone of a student and stop being so obedient?"

"..." Draco was stunned for a while, then said dully: "Then teach me, how long should I have to build my mind before I can talk nonsense when facing our dean?"

Heimdall fell silent.

Draco stuffed the parchment into his hand, "The monthly exam will be on the 18th, and the completed questions will be handed over to the professor before the 15th, and he will correct them face to face."

Heimdall sighed and suddenly realized, "How do you know that our next monthly exam will be on the 18th?"

"I just found out, it is said that our school will lend the venue, and the professors are willing to invigilate the exam on their behalf, so you can do it yourself." Draco patted his cousin on the shoulder sympathetically.

Heimdall was melancholy.

"By the way, I heard that you embarrassed the students of our academy this morning?" Draco asked seemingly casually.

"Is there such a thing, they sued you?" Heimdall laughed.

Draco also laughed, "I told them that I would have to queue when I went, and they were dumb."

"Good brother!" Heimdall thumped his shoulder, and Draco smiled brightly.

They walked towards the auditorium. On the way, Draco seemed to think of something, and asked worriedly, "If I go, you really let me line up?"

Heimdall glanced at him, and walked into the auditorium without saying a word.

Draco was dumbfounded, and hurried to catch up, "Wait, speak clearly!"

Heimdall ran faster.

***

Two days later in the morning, Heimdall announced at the roadside stall that the broom repairs would end today, and that he would prepare for his exams next. Although the students at Hogwarts wailed, they understood in their hearts. The things in the classroom are also imaginary, and students should focus on their studies.

Some students asked him if the maintenance would be restarted after the exam. Heimdall said calmly: "At that time, the first event is approaching. Do you still have that leisure time?"

As a loyal supporter of Krum, he certainly doesn't have that kind of carelessness.

After packing up, I went to the atrium, but I didn't see Professor Flitwick. Just when Heimdall suspected that his textbook might be stolen, someone called his name. The voice was very familiar. Heimdall turned around and saw that it was his old employer. Luna.

"I'll take you to see Professor Flitwick."

Heimdall followed up in three steps and two steps, and started chatting with Luna. When asked about Bernick, Luna's expression was a little hesitant. hesitate.

"Did you get along well? Or did you find that you didn't like him?" Heimdall asked cautiously.

"I like him a lot," Luna shook her head, "I think my dad likes him more than I do."

"Huh?" Heimdall was shocked.

"My father treats him like his own son. Bernick obeys my father's words, and the two of them are like a family."

Heimdall lowered his head, feeling ashamed of his dirty thoughts, and for a moment, he thought wrongly.

Luna pursed her lips, "Dad originally said that he would set off to find Heliopa when I was off for Christmas, but they set off last month."

Heimdall could see that Luna and her father had been dependent on each other for many years, and she had never competed with Bernick for the favor. The son-in-law was actually more favored than the daughter, and the little girl was jealous.

[Is there still Heliopa these days? ]

Heimdall was shocked, and Luna turned her head in doubt, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, my cat scratched me." Heimdall had already learned to be calm and put on a show.

Luna didn't care and continued to walk forward.

Heimdall glanced at the pod sullenly, the pod never introspected, and jumped onto his shoulder, [Heliopa is extinct. ]

[Yes, it's a pity, but I don't know what this is. ] This is the first time I heard about it.

[A fire spirit so powerful that everything Heliopa passes will be reduced to scorched earth. ]

Heimdall thought for a while, then nodded, "A tree is more beautiful than a forest, but the wind will destroy it, [The stronger the species, the easier it is to be eliminated by nature, and the golden mean is king. ] What made Heimdall speechless was that Luna took him to the greenhouse, and he turned around and turned back.

The two entered Greenhouse No. [-].

Pod immediately yelled: [It's so hot in here!Hotter than a greenhouse in Durmstrang! ]

"Thank you, Miss Lovegood." Flitwick, who stood with his hands behind his back, had the majesty of a bachelor. If he was not standing on a big wooden box at this moment, but standing on the ground and looking at them, it would be more perfect.

Luna didn't linger, nodded to the dean, turned and left.

Doudou screamed "meow" and fled after her.

Professor Flitwick waved to Heimdall, "Sturlusson, let's get started."

Heimdall hesitated instead, "Are you sure you want to discuss black magic with me?"

Flitwick stared, and stepped forward vigorously, "What nonsense, this is Charms, Charms!" The big wooden box shook unsteadily, and Flitwick groaned.

"Professor, be careful!" Heimdall rushed over in a hurry.