HP's Foreign Land

When they returned to the ship, they saw Professor Kattenen dozing off on the sofa in the common room, breathing slowly and deeply, and had already entered a deep sleep state.

Heimdall originally considered getting a blanket for the professor, but he gave up after thinking about it. Older people sleep lightly and wake up easily, so he lit the flame in the fireplace more vigorously, following Victor's light-footed steps. Go to your room.

After Victor entered the door, he took out a change of clothes and went into the bathroom. The game just now had tormented him enough.

Heimdall was sitting on the bed holding the toffee that jumped up, staring at a certain cat intently, the pod was stared at uncomfortably, and after a while he gave up and surrendered, [Ask if you have any questions! ]

Heimdall shook his head, "I don't want to know anything."

Doudou got angry, [Then you are still staring at me like a thief? !I am not supercilious! ]

"How can you compare with three heads and six arms? You are much rarer than those things." Heimdall quickly said that he was not ridiculing it, but thought so from the bottom of his heart. "It's hard to imagine that magic can create life."

[It's so rare. ] Doudou raised his head in embarrassment, [There are countless large and small black magic creatures created by his father, among which there are about a dozen that can run, jump, move freely and have intelligence, his father is a genius. ]

"I have no objection to this." Heimdall nodded, and Jolf was considered the number one genius in the Sturlusson family throughout history, and the teacher of the number one genius certainly learned by analogy.

"But you are a dark magic creature?" Heimdall asked suspiciously.

[I am Fantastic Beasts. ] Pods are very insistent on this point.

In fact, a "class" should be added in front. After all, the birth of pods is not a force of nature, but man-made. It cannot be compared with other magical animals that have survived the survival competition of the survival of the fittest in nature.

Heimdall scratched his head, "I remember that Yolf and Headmaster Vasilyevich later worked on a project together, which seemed to be the study of magical life..." In fact, with Heimdall's current level of magical knowledge, that kind of proposition is right. It was like a fantasy to him, if he heard it from someone else, he would definitely laugh it off. The problem is that he saw it with his own eyes, and saw the two of them working day and night for this scientific research project from a dream.

Those two people's research is too high-end, they are simply scientists in the wizarding world.

[Father started to study magical life very early. He tried several experiments before, but they all ended in failure. Even if a few survived, they were all weak and sick and did not live long. I was the last and only one who succeeded. ] The pod's voice suddenly dropped. [It's a pity that Master Yolf didn't see it. After so long, he didn't open his eyes again before he died. ]

Heimdall was used to the cat being arrogant, but he was not used to being suddenly sentimental, so he used the same method as Victor to stimulate it, "Why don't you call me mom?"

Doudou was immediately hit, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and he slapped his paws vigorously, "I didn't understand anything at that time, the only thing I saw when I opened my eyes was my father and Master Yolf, what's wrong with calling him mother?"

On the surface, Heimdall was overjoyed, but he had unspeakable envy and hatred for Victor in his heart. He could see the birth and growth of pods through dreams, but he couldn't see anything, but he was relieved when he thought about it, at least I am happier than Jorf. Today, 400 years later, I am honored to witness this period of history.

But soon, Heimdall fell silent. The wizarding community adopted strong resistance to all magical acts that were beyond nature and violated the established principles.Wizards are human beings, no matter how powerful they are, they cannot escape the rules of the game in nature.Since ancient times, the wizarding world has not allowed wizards to create black magic creatures. On the one hand, it is for safety reasons, and on the other hand, it is strictly controlled on "creation".

Not to mention trying to create living creatures like magical animals like Vasilyevich. Only God can create life. If one day someone does the work of God, that’s okay. Humans don’t need real Gods , God must live in fiction, looking down on the human world on the high clouds. Since he has fallen into the mortal world, he must play the game according to the rules of human beings, and must follow the nature, otherwise what awaits the wizarding world is an unpredictable shock and subversion.

According to Doudou's words, Vasilyevich was proficient in this kind of magic, and his hobby is to invent and create, and the created things are all breathable, which is more serious.It doesn’t matter if Heimdall is superstitious, he always thinks that such a person will lose his life in eight or nine out of ten. Heimdall’s dream tour came to an end when Jolf died, and there is no way to know the cause of Vasilyevich’s death. I haven't asked Victo for a long time, and I always feel that it is unnecessary.

Now, he doesn't even want to know...

Thinking of this, Heimdall looked at the pod, this cat is really an optimist, just now he looked like a melancholy niche, and in the blink of an eye, he has rolled on the bed with toffee several times, and the neat bedding was turned over by them It was a mess, and Victor happened to see this scene when he came out of the bathroom.

Heimdall picked up the toffee and spanked it, drove it off the bed, then picked up the bean pod that was about to escape, and smiled maliciously, "Look at you, how dirty it is, you should wash it well .”

The pods struggled desperately, [Not dirty, not dirty, it was washed the day before yesterday. ]

Heimdall narrowed his eyes, "You seem to have burrowed through the bushes yesterday, right? Before you left, you hurriedly promised me that you would wash yourself when you came back. So you're lying to me?"

The pod froze, and continued to struggle, [No, no, you wronged me. ] It seems a bit guilty.

"Forget it, I won't pursue the past, but you have to take a shower today!" Heimdall didn't allow any resistance, and walked towards the bathroom with the pod by the back of his neck.

The biggest hatred of pods in life is water. The reason is unknown. Maybe it can be attributed to a shortcoming in creation. The Durmstrang mountain area drips into ice, so it has been staying with a sense of security. Hogwarts is not the case, plus The boat of the German school team docked in the lake, coming and going in fear every day. You made the tragedy of the pod not a tragedy.

When passing by Victor at the door of the bathroom, Pod sent him a look full of sadness, which was blocked by Victor happily. Pod also knew that his status was far inferior to Heimdall, but holding It's just a fluke, as expected, the reality is indeed cruel, and the pod cat can't help feeling sad.

[Father!Mother!Come and save me!I'm about to drown! ] Actually, she was crying and crying for her father and mother.

Heimdall was unmoved, and smiled coldly, "Your parents have been gone for 400 years, don't bother the two elders anymore, let them be quiet and live a good life together, open your cat's eyes to see clearly, There are only stepfathers and stepmothers here!"

With a bang, Heimdall slammed the bathroom door, followed by a shrill cat cry.

Outside the door, Victor could not help but laugh out loud.

***

When Karkaroff led the crowd back to the three-masted ship, he saw Katenin, Victor, and Heimdall sitting in the warm common room, drinking and having a good time. The addition of the headmaster and his classmates broke the originally not-so-warm atmosphere. It's a hot day.

Karkaroff was happy, and said to Victor seemingly complaining: "Why don't you even want the golden eggs?" dragon egg.

In fact, this egg is not a dragon egg. If dragons can lay golden eggs, it is estimated that this population will either be extinct or artificially bred to be laying hens on the assembly line.

Victor took the golden egg from the principal, and asked curiously, "Leave this thing to us for safekeeping?"

"There are clues to the next game hidden in this egg. We must find out the clues and come up with a way to solve this clue before February 2 next year." Karkaroff's meaning told Victor to hurry up, the principal Sir, I am not satisfied with the scores of the four players after today's game. That Porter actually scored 24 points, tied with Victor, tied Victor's original advantage, and let Karkaroff The good wish to stay on top of the pack has been thwarted.

Katenen raised his glass and said with a slow smile: "Today is a day to be happy. Don't push the children too hard. When it's time to celebrate, you shouldn't be frowning. February 2th is still early."

Karkaroff didn't dare to refute Katenin's idea, so he forced a smile twice.

With the escort of the honorary principal in front, the students are no longer busy planning for a rainy day and groaning without illness. Who would want to think about the disappointing things at such a happy moment, besides, there is plenty of time, and it is not too late to think about it from December, so they greeted each other They sat around and had a heated discussion on today's game.

"How did Mr. Potter get the golden egg?" Heimdall asked curiously.

Carlo stuffed a mouthful of creme brulee, and couldn't help being refreshed when he heard Heimdall's question. When he was glowing with heat... He sprayed Heimdall's face with one mouthful. Heimdall quickly pulled out his handkerchief, hurriedly Waving his hand, "No hurry, no hurry, you eat first."

"Use the Flying Curse to summon the broomstick, lure the dragon away from the arena, and then come back to get the eggs." Leon has always been concise and to the point, which made Carlo, who had finally emptied his mouth, beat his chest angrily. No matter what happens, as long as it passes through the mouth of Master Brulegg, no matter how magnificent and exciting the moment is, it will become a dull black and white photo.

"Leon, I hate you!" Carlo accused, shaking his fingers.

It was directly ignored by Leon.

"Flying Curse? Broomstick?" Heimdall's eyes lit up when he heard it. The Triwizard Contest is about strength, judgment, and wisdom. Harry's trick sounds very exciting.If Cedric and Fleur are trying to divert trouble, and Victor wants to make use of the problem-to judge the perfection of magic by confronting the dragon head-on, Harry's move is based on courage and self-confidence.

"Is he flying well?" Heimdall asked enthusiastically.

The three friends couldn't help but glance at Victor. The latter's expression was calm, and he was studying the golden egg in his hand.

"It's not bad, it's not bad, it's a little better than ordinary people." After all, the three of them are facing their buddies, and they didn't over-glorify the warriors of the rival school. Besides, they are all their own people here, so there is no need to pretend to be magnanimous.

"Most people are like me." Rian, who has always been the last one in the first-year flight class, pointed to himself calmly.

Heimdall couldn't hear their perfunctory, so he smiled and changed the subject on his own initiative.

***

Early the next morning, Victor was summoned by Hogwarts to be interviewed with the other three warriors. Professor Dumbledore paid great attention to the safety of the campus, and even court newspapers such as the "Daily Prophet" were not allowed to enter , not to stay arbitrarily, even random interviews with students have limited quotas, and interviews with warriors must be made in advance. Fortunately, the "Daily Prophet" is a court newspaper, and the British Ministry of Magic mediates it, otherwise it can only be done in Hogwarts. Outside the gate, while admiring the scenery of the lake and mountains, I was YY myself.

Heimdall got up when Victor left, not because of the biological clock. Last night, he drank a lot of drinks mixed with alcohol. He wanted to take the opportunity to stay in bed, but when someone left, he came to him in his sleep. A lingering French kiss, in other words Heimdall was "gnawed" awake.

Master Krum finished eating and yelled "The world is so beautiful" and walked away energetically, leaving behind the black lines on his face facing the ceiling. After turning over a few times, he couldn't fall asleep, and his stomach yelled cooperatively. , Heimdall simply got up and went looking for breakfast.

The fire in the fireplace was kept low, and the common room was dark. There was a faint smell of food and wine in the air. The sofa cushions were thrown everywhere. He patted it with his hands, and put it on a three-seater sofa. The corner of his eyes glanced at the other end of the sofa, and he was surprised to find that Carlo was silently writing a book.

"Good morning." Heimdall was afraid of scaring him, because he was very focused, so he called softly tentatively.

"Oh, good morning." Evidently he was overthinking, for Mr. Jones had just noticed his presence.

"Don't tell me you haven't slept all night." Heimdall remembered that the little fat man was sitting here last night.

"Sleeping, didn't you see that I changed my clothes?" Carlo didn't look up.

"This is what you were wearing last night." Heimdall pointed out calmly.

"I have two heavy sets." Carlo said calmly.

What more can he say?

Heimdall looked at him for a while, sat down on a single sofa, and reached out to grab the snacks on the table. Carlo suddenly remembered something, dropped his pen and rubbed it to the other end of the sofa, and smiled flatteringly at Heimdall, "Mr. Sturluson, can you show me that golden egg? I won't tell anyone."

"Why didn't you watch it last night?" Heimdall was no stranger to his curiosity.

"There are too many onlookers, I'm embarrassed." Carlo seemed embarrassed.

The point is that there are too many onlookers. Victor opened the golden egg in public at the request of everyone last night. Everyone’s ears suffered collectively. They have never heard such a shocking scream. It seems that the eardrums have been pierced. Now Looking back, Heimdall still looked pale.

Carlo thought that Heimdall was in trouble, and immediately stated, "I can wait for Krum to come back, but I ask for the reward alone."

Heimdall stood up without saying a word, turned around and left the common room, but Carlo was confused, and was blankly reflecting on whether his remarks were inappropriate, Heimdall turned back again, holding With that golden egg.

Carlo was overjoyed, and said with a beaming smile, "Good buddy!" He took the golden egg carefully, not in a hurry to watch it, and hesitated, "Is it okay?"

"Come on," Heimdall rolled his eyes at him, pretending to take back the golden egg, "I've changed my mind again."

Carlo jumped up holding the golden egg, and said while stepping back: "It's not clear from here, let's go outside."

Heimdall waved his hands helplessly, and the two left the lounge and went up to the deck.

In fact, Heimdall had consulted Victor last night before going to bed. The little fat man hungrily looked at the golden eggs, but he didn't dare to do it due to the crowd. His two eyes glowed green all night. Heimdall I was really afraid that he would ruin his body by forgetting to sleep and eat. Victor was very generous and said that if Carlo wanted to see it, let him see it, and the paint would not fade.

Victor is very good to Heimdall's friends, but he doesn't show it directly.But Heimdall felt that Carlo and the others were really like a mirror, but they didn't tell the truth, they pretended to be confused, and some things would be unbeautiful if they were exposed.

Today is a cloudy day, the lake is foggy in the early morning, Carlo is holding the golden egg in circles on the deck, the meaning is unclear, he doesn't know what he is going to do, Heimdall doesn't urge him, let him be like a spinning top wandering around.

When passing a certain mast, Carlo was attracted by a certain harpoon on the mast—this harpoon had been inserted there and had not moved. Carlo laughed badly, ran a few steps and leaned against the bulwark, Lift the golden egg up and hang it out, and turn around and say: "Hey, if I throw this egg into the lake, will the residents in the lake be grateful to me, thinking that I will give them gold, and then we will settle down ?”

"Do you think people hold grudges like you?" Heimdall sneered.

"That's inaccurate." Carlo said solemnly.

Heimdall said with a smile, "Okay, okay, quickly put your hand back, in case someone thinks you are going to throw stones from high altitude again, it will be troublesome."

Heimdall can definitely swear to God, he was really just talking casually, but just talking casually, a harpoon burst out of the water in response, and Carlo's screams immediately rippled on the lake, and then he panicked. He fell down on the deck.

This time, the harpoon drew a perfect parabola in the air and fell on the deck. The sharp fork pierced the deck, and the landing point was just a little short of Carlo's crotch, almost killing him.

Carlo stared blankly at the harpoon standing in front of him, sweating all over his body, his fleshy cheeks twitching in fright.

"Does this count as misfortune coming out of your mouth?" Heimdall wanted to laugh at himself, but after he said it, he felt that he was gloating, and was regretting it, but saw Carlo looking at him with admiration, "You are really a man of God. , Say it right."

Heimdall said angrily, "I don't mind if you call me a crow's mouth."

Carlo nodded seemingly calmly, then pointed at Heimdall's nose and growled, "You crow mouth!!!"

After shouting, Carlo and Heimdall looked at each other and smiled.

"Once is an accident, and twice is a rarity, right?" Carlo subconsciously reached out to pick up the book, and as soon as his arm moved, he froze.

Heimdall was also stunned.

The two looked at each other again.

Seeing that Heimdall's expression changed, he looked at his subconsciously clenched fist, and murmured, "... Where's the golden egg?"

Carlo's face turned pale, and he muttered, "It fell..."

The author has something to say: talk about Vasilyevich’s thoughts, for him the pods are not his children, but the result of a scientific research project, like Dolly the sheep in England, which was born through human cloning Completed, it can be said that the sheep providing the genes are not its parents, but its parents are humans.The pod is similar to this situation. It does have the blood of the principal and Yolf on its body. This is for research needs, but in the final analysis it is a magical animal, and the blood of various magical animals flows on it.

Therefore, it is understandable that it is called Yolf and the principal's father and mother, because those two created it.

Mr. Principal eats alone and takes care of the whole family. He is a deviant person who does his own way. Otherwise, he would not dare to risk the world's disgrace to engage in black magic creatures and later magical animals. He studies these just because he likes them, and it doesn't matter whether he has offspring. What matters is that such a person doesn't care about carrying on the family line at all, let alone having no successors, because he doesn't need it.

Another: My thoughts have not changed. This article is not a student article. I know that some people like it. This is a personal hobby and I am willing to respect it, but I am sorry that I don’t like it, so please respect me too.

Thank you.