HP's Foreign Land

Dear Mr. Heimdall Strulusson,

I took the liberty to write this letter to you, I hope you don't mind... If you agree to my invitation, please arrive at the Gem Flower Hotel in Emerald Village before 21:[-] am on the [-]st, and ask the clerk for the key to the big gate location.The Sugar Mouse Organizing Committee temporarily set up a Portkey in Emerald Village, through which you can directly enter the competition venue.

Sincerely look forward to your arrival.

Yours sincerely,

adam kross

***

Heimdall wrapped his heavy travel cloak tightly, pulled the suitcase and walked slowly towards the Gem Flower Hotel.

Emerald Village is as quiet and desolate as always, as always with biting cold wind, as always with knee-deep snow, as always with more animals than people.

He got up early today, no, it should be said that he was forced to get up early.At five o'clock, I was woken up by the strange noise of rustling outside, followed by a series of chattering voices.You don't need to guess who made the sound. He stuck his head out of the curtain of colored strips, and all the chattering was silenced. Five boys in pajamas were surrounding his closet, and they didn't know what they were doing. .When they saw him, they became tongue-tied and stiff for a moment.

Heimdall blinked, confused: "Good morning...how did you get in?" And he was still wearing pajamas, and one of the boys had a cartoon version of a salamander drawn on his pajamas, which looked very cute .

"Good morning." The boys blushed and replied awkwardly, "Brulegg let us in."

"It's true of you too," Heimdall went down to the ground, turned and walked towards the bathroom. "Leon has been so busy the past few days that he managed to get a few hours of sleep, but you all lost it."

As soon as the boys heard it, they all followed into the bathroom, and those who couldn't squeeze in blocked the doorway to peek around.

"We didn't wake him up. He let us in when he went out."

Heimdall, who was pouring cold water on his face, raised his eyes to look at them: "It's not even dawn yet, and you're huddled in front of 017 without sleeping? By the way, what did you do to my closet just now? And you, the one in your hand Why are you holding on to my robe? Didn't you want to ask me to borrow clothes?"

When the boys saw his expression of pleading guilty, they hurriedly explained, "We are packing your luggage for you."

Heimdall looked up to the sky and sighed: "Is the flannel there? Just squeak!"

017's house elf appeared in response: "The flannel is here, sir."

Heimdall gestured to the boys twice, "Give these gentlemen some tea or breakfast, hey, don't worry about it, just bring it if it's something to eat." The house elf led the way, his temples began to faint Painful, I have been reading all kinds of books about broomsticks last night, and even the out-of-print medieval French books have been checked word by word by him in the dictionary, and he gnawed them down abruptly.So much so that now I feel like throwing up when I hear something about France.

After all, he only slept for an hour...

Walking out of the bathroom with wet hair, Heimdall asked with a blue face, "Aren't you here so early just to fight for jobs with the house elves?"

The boys had already eaten small biscuits in one hand and buns in the other.

Hearing his question, Luke took out the chocolate biscuit and asked the flannel to pour the honey juice for him: "I'm here to tell you that the Pegasus rented yesterday has arrived."

The fat boy Jones puffed up his cheeks, and said vaguely: "You must get up early on the day you go out. No one can guarantee what will happen on the road. Only by being fully prepared can we respond to all changes without change. This is what my sister said. "

Mr. Thomas, the Wannian King at the end of the flight class, frowned while sipping tea and said, "Your black tea doesn't taste right."

Heimdall choked, and the flannelette's piercing scream immediately rang out in his ears.The house-elf howled and hugged the teapot on the table, regardless of the scalding temperature, then snatched the teacup from Thomas's hand and disappeared hoarsely.

Heimdall was still holding an empty teacup in his left hand, and his right hand was hanging on the empty table—just one step away.He put down the empty cup and rubbed his swollen temples, the veins on his forehead became more prominent.

The remaining two boys remained silent, gnawing biscuits quietly to make themselves into the background.But after coming into contact with Heimdall's bloodthirsty eyes (the eyes are bloodshot), they immediately changed their tactics and confessed to be lenient.

"You don't need to entertain us, just do whatever you want." These two came here to make soy sauce.

"Forgive me!" Heimdall wailed, and slumped in the sofa chair like mud.

Wannian Chewei Wang ran out of tea to enjoy, so he spontaneously turned to "spoiling" other things.The food in each dormitory is paid for by their own pockets, which means that what they now eat is Heimdall's "Golden Galleon".Anyway, the food belongs to others, so don’t feel bad if you eat too much.

Thomas took a bite of the smoked fish sandwich, and a look of thought appeared on his face. He looked at Heimdall's pale golden head for a while, and suddenly asked, "Did the potion fail? Your hair hasn't changed for more than four days It's color." His words caught the attention of the other four, and they all nodded in agreement.

Heimdall replied, "Of course it won't change color. I haven't taken that potion anymore. What you see is the real color."

Luke asked curiously, "Why don't you drink it again? I think it's fun to change." It's a pity that this potion is a special product, and there is no way to buy it.The head of the potion research room once speculated that this kind of potion was probably made by a certain potion master for individuals, and it was unlikely to be sold in batches.

He didn't drink it for fun at first, and it did have this factor in it later.Heimdall shrugged, "Because there's no need to drink it anymore. That thing is precious, and the amount of raw materials used to make it is rare. If you can't drink it, don't drink it."

"I'm done eating!" Jones clapped his hands and stood up, staring at Heimdall with eager WS eyes.Jones gave the other four people a wink, and they stood up one after another, gearing up to surround Heimdall.

"You, what are you going to do?" Heimdall subconsciously turned around and ran, but was strangled by Jones' "three-step layup".

"Quick! Take out all the clothes and put them on for him. Don't miss the time." Jones commanded and spoke authoritatively, "The lady at the Emerald Station is very stingy, and if you miss the time, you will be doubled." Rent, send Lige away as soon as possible."

Someone who was almost passed out by his hoof rolled his eyes directly: This is not the friendship between classmates, this is because I am afraid that I will overspend!

Just like that, Heimdall was stripped of his pajamas, put on his underwear, school uniform and shoes, poured a bottle of refreshing potion into his mouth, and even combed his hair slickly.Heimdall standing in front of the full-length mirror almost thought he had become Draco.He quickly took back the comb and combed it again.The Malfoys had great taste, he admitted, and Draco's glossy head was the only thing that struck him a little.

The noise of the first grade disturbed the second grade too much. Although many second graders were dissatisfied, they wisely did not burst out.Everyone lives in the same tower, and we can see each other when we look up and see each other when we look down. If there is no conflict, don’t let it happen.

Therefore, Heimdall got into the carriage and left amidst the encouragement and welcome of the first grade and the indifference of the second grade. To be precise, he was kicked off by Jones.

Jones couldn't understand his procrastination after not getting in the car for a long time. He opened the door and shot a beautiful straight ball, and then slammed the door with a bang.

Heimdall was lying in front of the window with a full face, and the two pegasus seemed to have known each other a little bit scary.

Jones naturally didn't know the reason, and couldn't bear his unpromising appearance: "It's not that you won't come back, why are you crying? Don't worry about the school, leave the future to us, you just need to bring back the trophies and medals." .”

As soon as the words fell, the two Alaskan Pegasus horses shook their hair and neighed sharply, took a few steps anxiously, and then galloped and flapped their wings to the sky without warning.They are rampaging in the air, and they don't even want to let go of a bird, throwing their necks up and screaming desperately.

The moment the carriage rose into the air, Heimdall in the carriage was knocked upside down, acid water gushing from his throat... When the carriage finally arrived at the Emerald Station, he hurriedly opened the door and got out of the carriage with a pale face. He wobbled to the side and vomited.But those two hateful celestial horses were not tired after trekking, hoof-planing and snorting, arrogant and domineering and doing their own way.

I will never ride a Tianmara car again!Heimdall swore to God that this time he used Merlin's head as surety.

***

The Gem Flower Hotel is easy to find, it is one of the few shops that are open normally in the small area.With the help of enthusiastic clerks, Heimdall quickly found the door key, and the Sugar Mouse Organizing Committee placed a flower umbrella with several holes on the corner of the fence at the back door of the hotel.This portkey is specially prepared for Heimdall, because he is the only contestant in the entire Durmstrang campus. After he successfully enters the venue through the portkey, this flower umbrella will be automatically invalidated.

Heimdall subconsciously tightened the cloak on his body, tightened the handle of the luggage in his hand, and accepted the gesture of encouragement from the clerk of the Jewel Flower Inn and the words of blessing that wished him a smooth journey. After that, he straightened his expression , reaching for the handle of the umbrella——

The feeling of traveling with Portkey is very suspended, ups and downs, as if suddenly soaring up, and then suddenly falling down.When falling down, Heimdall held on tightly to the luggage in his hand. Although experience told him that the luggage would never suddenly fly somewhere else, it would fall directly to the ground and be smashed out of the box. one place.

After doing a trapeze for a while, Heimdall landed smoothly in a green mountain depression.The col is on the backside, and the warm breeze blows in, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of wild flowers.

A second ago, I was in the frigid zone where dripping water turned into ice, but in the blink of an eye, I came to the temperate zone with luxuriant grass.With a bang, Heimdall, who was sweating on his forehead, threw away the luggage in his hand, and began to struggle to undress.

As soon as he took off his traveling cloak, there was a piercing scream. Heimdall could understand the content of the shout, and it was in German: "Master! Someone is coming!" Before he could react, different shouts followed one after another. , The noise level of these voices combined is equivalent to a vegetable market.The successive yells included German, English, French, Spanish, etc. It is estimated that the content was roughly the same, and they all informed others that someone was coming through the port key.

Heimdall didn't care about that, and continued to take off his clothes calmly. Right now, heatstroke prevention and cooling are more important.

After the yelling ended, it turned into footsteps. The first person came around from the col, followed by the second, third, and fourth... After seeing the school uniform on Heimdall, these people suddenly jumped. Stopped, then shook his head and turned away, no one ran up to talk nonsense.

Heimdall noticed that these people were also wearing robes similar to uniforms. They were probably contestants from other magic schools, and they were waiting for other members of their team who were not present.

"Heimdall Strulusson?"

Heimdall turned around and saw a tall boy in a black wizard robe looking over.Heimdall glanced sharply at the black badge on the yellow background on his robe: "I am, are you Mr. Adam Cross?"

After the boy heard his answer, he immediately pulled out a bright smile, and strode excitedly: "I'm not Adam. I'm Xiabby, a member of the team."

The German of this boy named Xiabi has an obvious accent. Many words need to be thought through before they can be continued.

Heimdall switched to English and said, "Thank you for picking me up, otherwise I really don't know where to go."

Sharpie froze for a moment when he heard his standard London accent, and then quickly changed his words, "You can speak English? That's great, but my German is a mess. If Adam didn't force me to learn a little, I would definitely not even say hello. I can't even speak English. But how do you know I can speak English?"

Heimdall's eyes drifted to the badge on his chest again, "You should be a student of Hogwarts, right?"

"Did you see it?" Xiabi looked down at the school uniform, then nodded, his expression was full of pride.He stretched out his right hand, "I'm Sharpie, a fourth-year student at Hufflepuff College, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry. Nice to meet you."

Heimdall stretched out his hand to hold it: "I am Heimdall Strulusson, a first-year student at Durmstrang College. It is an honor."

Clasp hands, look at each other and smile.

Under Heimdall's useless excuses, Xiabi insisted on taking the luggage and cloak for him on the grounds of his age, and then led him out of the mountain...