HP's Foreign Land

Although Ollivander was calm on the surface, the number of times he swung Victor's wand around and cast magic was obviously more than the previous three times. He was actually not calm while holding Gregorovich's wand.

Heimdall, who was peeking sideways, coughed facing the floor when he saw it. Ollivander swung his wand smoothly, and the light cluster on the tip of the wand was extinguished. Ollivander turned around and returned the wand without changing his expression. Gave it to Victor.

"Everything is normal," but his eyes flicked to Heimdall who seemed to be lying low. "The maintenance is also very good. It would be perfect if there is less paint."

Victor couldn't help laughing, pursed his lips, and quickly said "Thank you."

Ollivander said slowly to the three principals: "Good news, there are no problems."

The expressions of the three principals are very relaxed.

Dumbledore took a step forward and said loudly, "Okay, the wand detection is over, please feel free to arrange the rest, go back to rest, go shopping in the school, or go to the auditorium to eat something." To Cedric and Harry, "Go back to class if you have class."

Fu Rong couldn't wait to pull the door, and a white light rushed towards her face. Fu Rong was startled, and when she recovered, she found that it was a reporter holding a camera, smiling brightly at her at the moment.Accompanied by this reporter were Rodo Bagman and a lady wearing fox-shaped glasses and a gorgeous magenta wizard robe, waving at them frivolously, two people covered in bright red nail polish The inch-long pointed nails made all the men present shudder.

Heimdall was taken aback when he saw her, she seemed to have seen her dressed like this before...

"Don't remember?" Victor stroked his hair, leaned over and said in his ear, "Rita Skeeter, that female reporter who bravely revealed the 'truth'."

Heimdalton suddenly realized.

Over there, Rodo Bagman was already yelling loudly, "Professor Dumbledore, we agreed to leave some photos on the front page of the Daily Prophet."

Dumbledore nodded, "Of course, I remember what I said. Gentlemen and ladies, whether you like it or not, this is the process." The last words were addressed to the two principals and the players.

Heimdall stepped back consciously, leaving the circle, turned his head inadvertently, and saw Principal Karkaroff with his back to everyone, stroking his hair and beard in a panic.

Out of the corner of his eye, Heimdall, who had receded to his side, was looking at him without blinking. Karkaroff hurriedly leaned over and whispered to him, "How do I look?" hesitantly lit a cigarette ash A tie embroidered with wide silver thread, "Is this tie not suitable for me? Is it too shabby? In fact, I always think that the atmosphere of walnut brown and the bright emerald color can better set off my temperament." Between words Quite a bit of a narcissistic taste.

That being the case, why do you still wear this tie?

Karkaroff's next words gave the answer, "It's a pity that the style of the robe I'm wearing today doesn't match those two colors."

Heimdall looked blankly at the brand-new pine flower green wizard robe on the principal's body. He only knew that the color did not match the color. The style...doesn't match the color?

Heimdall immediately wrinkled into a bitter face, unable to understand.

Karkaroff didn't necessarily want someone to give him advice on how to dress, but he just wanted to talk to someone. When the reporter waved there, he immediately cheered up and walked over in three steps at a time.

The reporter who desperately "scanned" Furong by adjusting the camera lens suddenly found Heimdall who was out of the way, and said strangely, "That classmate..."

"What are you doing standing there?" Karkaroff, who was thinking about what to pose for, looked suspiciously at Heimdall after hearing this. He thought that the child had followed him, so he beckoned him to move quickly as a matter of course. point.

Heimdall shook his head. He didn't intend to push his feet. This assistant has already attracted people's opinions. Let's accept it as soon as he sees it. Besides, he doesn't care about getting published in newspapers.

"Mr. Principal, I'm hungry." Heimdall rubbed his stomach with a pained expression on his face.

Although Karkaroff accidentally made a mistake when he was young, he has been on the road for many years, and after being artificially whitewashed, he has been the headmaster of a German school for so many years. thought.

"Then let's go eat." Karkaroff nodded happily.

Heimdall patted Victor's arm and walked towards the door. When he passed by Rita Skeeter, he saw the lady twitching at him unnaturally. laugh.

***

When the Hogwarts students were wearing scarves and thick cloaks, trembling through the school against the autumn wind, Durmstrang’s students moved a few chairs and small tables to the lake, all right I just like to fall on a chair facing the sky, which is called sunbathing.The problem is that since November, it has rained more and less sunny. The Hogwarts students don't understand their behavior. Only the German students understand. Like a Hawaiian beach.

Heimdall is currently sitting in an armchair drinking pumpkin juice and enjoying the "Hawaiian" sun.

Someone took the cup from his hand, and placed a kiss on his mouth, then took a sip of pumpkin juice from his cup, and sat on the chair on the right.

Heimdall immediately straightened his back, and Mr. Ollivander came with Victor.

"Sit down." He jumped up and poured out a cup of hot pumpkin juice. "You drink."

Ollivander sat down and took the pumpkin juice.

"What do you want?" Heimdall asked Ollivander after not seeing him for a long time.

Ollivander gave him a blank look, "Can't I come and see you?"

Upon hearing this, Heimdall raised the clay pot to refill Ollivander's cup, and when he found it was still full, he immediately put down the pot and stood aside with his head bowed, looking hardworking.

Victor had never seen him like this to outsiders, and the hand holding the glass couldn't help but pause.

Ollivander sighed, "Seeing you like this makes me feel relieved."

Although Rigg would go to Diagon Alley to visit him every time he came back to England during the holidays. From his words and deeds, it can be seen that he had a good time at the German school. Uneasy, seeing how he got along with the students of the German school when he came back to Hogwarts, and Principal Karkaroff's attitude towards him, the stone in Ollivander's heart finally fell to the ground.

Seeing the way the old man looked at him with a smile on his face, Heimdalton, who understood what the old man meant, felt a warmth lingering in his heart.

Heimdall smiled foolishly, and Ollivander didn't say any more. Sometimes beautiful words are superfluous.

"By the way, I have that wand you made?" Ollivander said.

"What wand?" Heimdall couldn't react for a while.

"Three cores made at the wand tournament, don't you remember?"

Heimdall nodded, remembering, "Why did you go there?"

"I am one of the judges. Because I took the initiative to avoid suspicion, the organizers of the competition saw that I performed well, and agreed to let me take back the wand at the end." Ollivander finished speaking half-truth, and drank slowly. Taking a sip of pumpkin juice, I frowned, not quite used to the sweet taste anymore.

Heimdall ran to another table and poured a cup of tea, which he placed in front of Ollivander.

The old man was not hypocritical, pushed away the pumpkin juice and drank tea.

Heimdall waited for a long time, the old man was the same as before, always uttering half of his speech, he was very anxious.

"What do you think?" Heimdall decided to take the initiative.

"Well, not bad for an amateur." Ollivander had never been so easy on him when it came to wand-making.

Heimdall knew how many doubles he was, and he was not worth mentioning in front of a knowledgeable and accomplished wand master, but he still felt hurt because foreseeing and experiencing were completely different things.

Ollivander finished drinking the tea in the cup, smoothed his clothes, and stood up.

"I am leaving."

"Sit down for a while." Heimdall asked to stay.

Ollivander laughed, "You can say this after you become the headmaster of Hogwarts."

Heimdall rubbed his nose in embarrassment, indeed, and this is not a German school, if he was in a German school, he might still have the cheek to ask the principal.

Ollivander turned to look at Victor before he left, and Victor also stood up the moment he got up, calmly facing the old man's sharp and deep gaze.

After a while, Ollivander's large eyes returned to their dull, normal state.

"It turns out that when we old guys get together to chat, we often talk about what kind of wife Lige will marry in the future, and whether we can live to the day when he has children with our own eyes. I didn't expect..." Ollie Fan De shook his head, the look of great disappointment is quite similar, but the tone is far less realistic than the expression.And the "us old guys" in Ollivander's mouth are the shopkeepers in Diagon Alley.

"Boss, I am very satisfied and content with my current life." Heimdall said in a cautious tone, not rushing to explain anything.

Ollivander smiled slightly, turned to Victor and said, "This kid used to be greedy for cheap things, you have to watch more, don't let him go too far." Face's past is unbearable.

"Boss, don't bring such sabotage." Heimdall was dumbfounded.

Ollivander and Victor looked at each other and smiled.

***

One day, after lunch, Heimdall and three friends walked out of the castle together and planned to go back to the boat to play wizard chess for a while. When they reached the gate, there was a vague call.

Carroll, with the sharpest ears, paused for a moment, and asked suspiciously, "How did I hear someone call Rigg's name?"

Heimdall listened attentively, then shook his head, indicating that he heard nothing.

The four of them walked a few more steps, Carlo turned his head abruptly, his eyes caught Ron, who was too late to hide, followed them not far away, Ron met Carlo's eyes with a stiff face, probably surprised why he was so Almost exposed.

"Look, what I said." Caro Desperately stroked his hair, confident in his hearing.

The three friends patted Heimdall on the shoulder, "Let's go back to the boat first."

Heimdall, who was left alone, watched his friends leave and turned to Ron, "What's the matter?"

Ron, however, heaved a sigh of relief. It was great that the three of them didn't stay. He secretly thanked Merlin for making Heimdall's friend so considerate.

"Ron? I'm asking you, what's the matter?" Heimdall couldn't wait for a long time, so he had to ask again.

"I... um... Actually, it's fine..." Ron suddenly faltered, hesitant to speak.

"It's okay, I'll go." Heimdall said what he said, and turned around to leave, but Ron grabbed him.

"There is something wrong!"

"Talk." Heimdall said concisely.

"Actually, it's not a big deal..." He twitched again.

"You don't want to say it, don't force it."

"...Actually, it's not too much."

Heimdall was speechless, "Can I leave?"

"No."

"Are you going to stand here with me until dark?"

Hearing "Darkness" Ron raised his brows suddenly, his eyes involuntarily glanced in a certain direction, took a deep breath as if making up his mind, looked around and found no one around, and suddenly raised his throat, "It's a dragon! "

Heimdall was taken aback by his yelling, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Ron had become a small black shadow on the horizon, and slipped away while he was not paying attention.

Heimdall scratched his cheek in confusion, and continued walking forward, Dragon?Mindless, what do you mean?

When he walked to the lake, he saw the colorful flags on the three-masted ship waving in the wind, and was shocked by the cold autumn wind blowing from the lake, and suddenly he was enlightened.

Is the first project about dragons? !

***

That night, Karkaroff knocked on the wooden door of their room, poked his head in, and said to Victor who opened the door with bright eyes, "Put your clothes on quickly, and I will take you to a place."

Heimdall, who was sitting on the bed, heard his thoughts, quickly climbed to the end of the bed, and called, "Mr. Principal, can I go together?"

Karkaroff narrowed his eyes, "Do you know where we are going?"

Heimdall said meaningfully: "It's a dragon..."

Karkaroff was extremely surprised, and couldn't help but look at him with admiration, "Okay, Mr. Strulusson!"

Heimdall smiled very calmly.

"Then hurry up." Karkaroff didn't talk nonsense, and left in a hurry after finishing his orders.

Heimdall and Victor glanced at each other, and at the same time rushed to the closet to change clothes quickly.

Ten minutes later, when they arrived on deck, Karkaroff nodded, waved his hand vigorously, and led the way down to the boat.

Victor followed closely behind.

"Where are you going?"

In the middle of the night when everything was completely silent, an ethereal question suddenly came from behind the black hole. Heimdall almost screamed out of composure. Looking back in shock, he saw that it was decorated with fluorescent flashes cast from bottom to top. Carlo, with a pale face, touched Heimdall's horrified eyes, and the little fat man grinned, with a ghostly look on his face.

"Why are you here?" Heimdall swallowed.

"Actually, I'm everywhere." The little fat man said sullenly, narrowing his eyes, but through the two slits, he could clearly see the unconcealable passion in his eyes——

Wow!There is gossip!