HP's Foreign Land

On the morning of the "broken appointment", Heimdall actually got up early as usual, put on light clothes, and went ashore with her boyfriend to exercise early. German school uniform cloak, dragging a long barrel-shaped suitcase in his hand.

The man's every move looked familiar.

I ran a few steps forward and found that it was Carlo Jones.

"Rig!" Mr. Jones couldn't wait to prove his existence.

Heimdall smiled at Victor, "He came too early." Then he passed his boyfriend and accelerated his pace to meet him.

Victor flicked his hands behind him to move his upper body joints, deliberately slowing down his pace.

"Why did you arrive so early?" Heimdall asked curiously after the meeting.

With a sad look on his face, Carlo said bitterly: "I woke up excitedly early today, thinking that I could take the legendary Hogwarts Express, but I didn't know until I was leaving that the train engaged in regional discrimination. It was not the Hogwarts Express. Gewartz students are not allowed to ride."

This is for safety considerations, Heimdall thought.

"Don't your stepfather know?" Carlo's stepfather is British, and nine out of ten British wizards with academic qualifications graduated from Hogwarts.

"He knows," Carlo pursed his lips, "I didn't remember to ask him until I was leaving."

In other words, everything was caused by his own wishful thinking.

Heimdall could only pat him on the shoulder, and gave him a bright smile, "Happy New Year, and welcome back to Hogwarts."

The little fat man nodded and opened his mouth, "I'm hungry." Turning grief and anger into appetite.

Heimdall laughed loudly, "Come and have breakfast with us later."

Carlo said unceremoniously: "You have to move quickly, or you will have to eat the leftovers I left."

Heimdall didn't even know what to say to him, and in a blink of an eye, he noticed that Carlo's expression became a little strange, and his eyes moved to his hair.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you just now, what is that on your head? An ornament? This year's fashion trend?"

Heimdall blinked and said calmly, "You can pretend you didn't see it."

If you turn a blind eye and don't ask questions if you doubt it, it would be better to kill him directly.

Carlo looked at Heimdall with a dead face, his eyes full of accusations.

"This is Xiaoba..." Heimdall said hesitantly, he still had some scruples, and didn't dare to call out the eight-eyed spider's name directly.

In the UK, raising eight-eyed spiders is a whimsical thing. The eggs of eight-eyed spiders are a first-class banned product, which is at the same monitoring level as Chimera and Charizard.

Carlo's stepfather is a small official of the British Ministry of Magic. Before Christmas, Carlo accidentally mentioned that his stepfather will be transferred to the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Beasts in the coming year, and he will be appointed as the director of a certain office under the department. It's a promotion.

Heimdall still knows something about the Department of Magical Creature Management and Control of the British Ministry of Magic. Snow has worked in the British Ministry of Magic for many years. Heimdall has heard some "anecdotes" about the Ministry of Magic from Snow. For example, the Handling of Dangerous Creatures Committee under the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

This is a department with ideals and goals, and loves to follow the rules. At the beginning of each year, there will be a worksheet on it. This worksheet will be the action guide for the department for the next year.To put it more bluntly, there are indicators for the work of the Committee on Handling Dangerous Organisms, that is, at least how many cases caused by dangerous organisms must be handled each year, and a minimum indicator amount will be issued--I heard that the amount varies from year to year, If it is not achieved, the bonus may be deducted, or other punishments, depending on the mood of the Minister of Magic at that time.

But that was the policy of Minister Fudge when he was good, and the current Department of Supervision and Control of Magical Creatures has banned doing things according to the quota.

In case, he meant in case, in case Carlo's stepfather became the head of the committee dealing with dangerous creatures...

Although Heimdall is not British, and Carlo is not an outspoken person, he thinks it is better to be cautious.

"Is this an eight-eyed spider?" Carlo stared suddenly.

The tangled Heimdall felt weak for a while, "You know?"

"It's obvious, isn't it?" Carlo glanced at Heimdall, who had an unnatural expression, and suddenly understood something, and twitched his lips, "I've always learned the protection of magical creatures very well."

Heimdall rubbed his nose in embarrassment, thought for a while, and decided to say frankly, "I doubt you, I'm sorry."

"I think I can forgive you." Carlo's nose turned up all of a sudden.

Heimdall raised his hand, Xiao Bayan jumped onto his flat palm, and Heimdall put the palm in front of Carlo.

"This is my good friend, Carlo Jones." Heimdall said to Little Eight Eyes.

Carlo approached curiously, and there was a slight sound of "poof", a silver thread sprayed out of thin air, and landed on Carlo's outstretched index finger impartially, forming a sticky ball, sticking to the fingertips.

Heimdall and Carlo both stared at the white mass, and neither of them spoke for a while.

"...What does this mean?" It was Carlo who broke the silence.

"It's greeting you." Heimdall hesitated.

"Are you sure this is a greeting, not spitting at me?"

Heimdall was about to speak—

"Drool is spit with the mouth." Victor said suddenly, who was silent.

Carlo's face darkened even more.

***

Maybe the little eight-eyed "slobber" made Carlo feel unhappy, and he stopped dragging Heimdall to ask questions. Heimdall was secretly relieved. Thinking about it carefully, Carlo's spirit of exploration really made him very stressed, but The little fat man never made him feel bad.

In fact, this was the result of Carlo's self-restraint. In his opinion, a dangerous creature suddenly appeared beside Heimdall, which is not a rare event worth making a fuss about.

When Heimdall was in school, the messenger was very unique. Later, he raised a strange black cat with a lazy personality and sharp eyes. During a certain year's vacation, he went to Bulgaria to play, and brought back a Greek special product, Chimera, after school started. beast……

Mr. Jones thinks that he really doesn't need to make a big fuss, just calm down and calm down.

***

Carlo's sudden return broke Heimdall's routine of action that had been maintained for several days. Originally, he wanted to go to the Forbidden Forest after breakfast, but now he decided to postpone it until after lunch.

Carlo took the opportunity to take him to Hogsmeade Village for a stroll, and went to Honeydukes to make a big purchase, replenishing the sweets reserves for the next six months.

Heimdall didn't leave empty-handed, he brought some for each of his animal friends, spider-shaped bonbons, mini peppermints, creamy mints, and more.

Little Eight Eyes was hidden in the patch pocket on Heimdall's chest, making his first trip to Hogsmeade, and the first time he left Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry since he was born.

Everything in Hogsmeade is so novel, and the eight small eyes of Little Eight Eyes are not enough.

Heimdall found it in the Honeydukes store, and kept staring at the spider-shaped candies, thinking it wanted to eat it too, so he took one and put it in the patch pocket. Little Eight Eyes was so happy that he couldn't let go of it.

Heimdall thinks its behavior is very similar to that of a little girl hugging her beloved doll.

Looking at the box of candies in his hand, Heimdall decided to avoid Little Bayan when he gave it to Olar later.

Of course, forgetting everything can’t forget dear boyfriend Victor, Heimdall also bought a set of twelve pumpkin pies with dark chocolate syrup. Pumpkin pie with a bitter taste and a unique taste.

Carlo's huge purchase quantity made the shopkeeper laugh from ear to ear.

The shopkeeper was very attentive and wrapped the things they bought with beautiful wrapping paper. The colorful bees on the wrapping paper were fluttering their wings and buzzing. The shopkeeper kept moving his mouth while waving his wand, "Mr. There will be a batch of new products in our store every month."

Speaking of handing over a promotional list of Honeydukes, Heimdall noticed with sharp eyes that the one he got was different from his own. Carlo’s was clearly classified in more detail, and all the products in the store were at a glance, even the prices were marked. , and the one in my hand is a new product promotion that can be seen everywhere.

Carlo is obviously a frequent visitor here, and I heard that his mother also likes to eat here. Thinking of the traditional tonnage of their family, Heimdall feels that he is really rare.

Heimdall couldn't help muttering, "Mr. Jones, be careful not to become Mr. Poor."

"What did you say?" Carlo moved his face closer, with a shrewd look of "I'm actually very good at hearing and seeing".

At this time, the shop owner had finished packing Carlo's candy and turned to Heimdall's. All shopkeepers who know how to do business would not let go of any customer who might turn into a long-term source of customers, so they did not favor one over another, and Heimdall spoke up.

"You really have a good eye," said the shopkeeper who was fascinated by the soup as soon as it was served, "I'm not bragging, but our pumpkin pie tastes the most unique and authentic in the whole of Britain. The owner carefully sealed the pumpkin pie and handed it to Heimdall.

"If the elderly in your family eat happily and feel satisfied, they must come again next time."

There is always a small shiny sign standing beside the shelf in the column of pumpkin pie, which reads, "One of the best-selling products in our shop, sweet but not greasy, waxy but not sticky, the fragrant bitterness of dark chocolate and pumpkin It goes well with cakes, a favorite of old wizards."

The corners of Heimdall's eyes twitched, he took the packaged sweets without changing his face, and thanked him.

Carlo who was next to him didn't hold back, and burst out laughing, as if opening the restriction valve, the muffled laugh suddenly turned into a big laugh.

The shopkeeper was stunned.

Heimdall glanced expressionlessly at Carlo, who was laughing wildly. Carlo couldn't help shivering when he received this look, and then heard Heimdall say slowly: "I just like the old man."

Student Carlo couldn't stop laughing.

***

"Mr. Sturluson." He and Carlo had just returned to Hogwarts when Professor Snape came up to him and called him.

"Good afternoon, Professor Snape." Heimdall and Carlo both greeted.

Snape glanced at the trophies of the two, "It seems that they have gained a lot." There was a little more warmth in the expression that was not good at talking and smiling, which made him force a smile, which was a bit embarrassing for him.

"Hogsmeade is always so lively." Heimdall and Carlo looked at each other and smiled.

Snape stopped talking nonsense, "Professor Dumbledore has something to ask you."

Heimdall nodded, not too surprised, always felt that this would happen sooner or later.

Carlo noticed Heimdall's expression, so he whispered: "Then I'll go back first." After speaking, he reached out to help him get something, but Heimdall declined politely, and took advantage of the moment of pushing his hand to turn Xiao Bayan Smuggled into the hands of Carlo.

Dumbledore's office is on the third floor of the castle. There is a stone monster squatting at the entrance. Snape said "Zizi bee candy" to the monster, and the stone suddenly came alive and jumped aside, revealing the wall behind it. Split in two, revealing an ascending stone staircase.

Snape took Heimdall up the stairs, the walls closed, and the stairs spiraled up. When the upward movement stopped, Snape patted Heimdall, who hadn't realized it yet, and the two walked down the stairs, and a door appeared in front of them. The large wooden door, which looks old, is inlaid with a sphinx head knocker.

Behind the door is the room where the headmaster of Hogwarts works and lives.

Heimdall told himself not to look around blindly, it would be impolite, but he couldn't help but look around curiously.

Humming and rotating instruments, the smoke from the spit was scattered in all directions, a tattered hat was placed on a large partition behind the desk, and several glass cabinets were squatting beside it, and the furnishings in one of the cabinets attracted Heim. Dahl's attention, it was a shining sword, when he clearly saw a few egg-sized rubies inlaid on the hilt, his eyes were straightened.

Someone coughed, and Heimdall snapped back to his senses. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Snape's somewhat helpless expression, and couldn't help but feel his cheeks warm slightly.

"Sit down." Dumbledore, who was always smiling behind the desk, said kindly.

Snape sat down unceremoniously, and Heimdall also sat down after thanking him.

"Has anything good happened to Honeydukes?" Dumbledore asked Heimdall with an expression of extreme concentration.

Heimdall didn't react for a while, he was stunned, and said, "They will buy new products next month."

Dumbledore smiled and patted the armrest of the chair, the tea flew over, Heimdall reached out to take it, Snape took it and put it on the principal's desk, apparently not intending to drink it.

Heimdall didn't dare to be as arrogant as Snape, but the professor's unhesitating behavior made him dare not speak easily. He held the cup devoutly and looked at Dumbledore intently.

When Dumbledore saw him, he smiled amusedly, without forcing him, and said straight to the point: "Mr. Sturluson must know why I called you here, right?"

Certainly not a special trip to ask him to drink tea.

Heimdall finally found a chance to put the quilt on the desk in front of him, and after sitting down again, he said, "Is it because of the irreconcilable dispute between the mermaid and the water demon?"

Dumbledore chuckled, "You don't have to be so careful."

Heimdall thought about it and decided to continue with "carefulness".

"You can rest assured that I will not take any measures against you because you are running around in the Forbidden Forest."

Heimdall felt sweat coming out of his temples, but he really couldn't hide it from the first wizard, after all, all of this happened on the grounds of Hogwarts.

"I just wanted to give you some advice," said Dumbledore.

Heimdall hastily pretended to be listening.

"As you know, the holidays are over and the students are back in class."

Heimdall nodded.

Dumbledore continued, "Please keep your actions secret. If you enter and exit the Forbidden Forest during the day, please do not let other students find out. If you enter and exit the Forbidden Forest at night, please try to set the time after the lights of the castle are turned off."

Heimdall was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that Dumbledore really didn't ask anything.

Dumbledore looked at the impatient Snape, Snape raised his eyebrows, Dumbledore laughed dumbly, "I will let the professors in the school cooperate with you as much as possible, if you need our help."

"Of course, thank you very much." Heimdall said hastily, don't be a fool.

With the official permission, he can enter and leave the Forbidden Forest in a legitimate way, and he has also recruited a group of helpers who can harass him. Heimdall's uneasy heart calmed down, and when he relaxed, he couldn't help but open up a little bit. He didn't dare to drink the cup. Gululu took a big sip of tea.

Snape opened his mouth, but didn't have time to say anything.

Heimdall's face changed, he blinked his eyes several times with a strange expression, swallowed hard, and then looked down at the clear tea in the cup in shock.

"How about it, is it exciting?" Dumbledore said cheerfully.

Heimdall wailed and squeezed out an ugly smile, "Is this mint tea?"

"A new product, with some small things added inside." Dumbledore's eyes flashed, as if he wanted to tell him what was added.

Snape stood up abruptly, and Dumbledore had to stop to look at him.

"Then we'll take our leave." Nodding to the principal, the tone could not be refused.

Dumbledore spread his hands in regret, and said kindly to Heimdall: "We will talk next time when we have a chance."

Heimdal hesitated and didn't respond.

***

"I won't send you out, the louder the noise, the more things will happen." Snape always said mean words as a matter of course.

Heimdall hesitated for a moment: "I picked some medicinal herbs and potion raw materials in the Forbidden Forest. If possible, can you check them out for me? If I don't mess up these things, I can send them out."

Heimdall didn't mention to whom, and Snape was very perceptive and didn't ask.

"After two o'clock in the afternoon."

Heimdall smiled, "Thank you."

Snape snorted seemingly indifferently, turned around and strode away.

Heimdall was happily holding a bag of sweets, and slowly walked out along the sidewalk on the campus. At this time, Hogwarts was still in the initial stage of returning to school, and there were not many people coming and going on the campus. Students who did not know each other sent New Year wishes to each other, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

In this harmonious atmosphere, Heimdall heard a few dissonant notes that fluctuated up and down, and these dissonant notes sounded quite familiar.

Then he saw the note makers.

Slytherin and Gryffindor, cousin Draco, Harry and Ron, were arguing with each other, their faces flushed.

Heimdall vaguely heard words such as cheating and golden eggs. The Gryffindors frowned, and the Slytherins had smirks with deep meaning on their faces.

The children from the other two colleges passing by, one by one, hunched their necks, pretended to be deaf and dumb, and ran past with their heads down, lest they avoid them.

When the New Year's quarrel intensified, there was finally someone who could stop it all.

Mr. Alastor Moody, Hogwarts' new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this school year, was limping towards the point of conflict.

Heimdall thought he should be fine now, but his eyes widened in surprise the next second, because Mr. Moody pulled out his wand without a word.

The center of the current conflict seems to be Harry and... Draco? !

Heimdall pulled out his wand without thinking, ran over quickly, and before Alastor Moody threw magic at someone in the field, he shouted with all his strength, "Disarm!" Li didn't move.

To his delight, the bluff was successful, and Moody stopped "obediently", but to his horror, the tip of Moody's staff was aimed at him quickly.

what happened?

The noisy children all stopped and looked at the source of the sound with blank faces. Some children saw Moody holding his wand, so they were even more confused.

"Rig?" Draco whispered.

On this side, Moody's attack has already started, and he made several small tricks one after another, either being dodged by Heimdall, or using the learned spell-breaking spell to avoid danger.

During the period, there were also two symbolic resistances. Of course, they were easily dismantled by Professor Moody.

Heimdall thought that the professor just wanted to play two games with him, so he didn't take it to heart, let alone take it seriously.Unexpectedly, Moody didn't mean to stop at all, and the magic he used was getting more and more out of track.

The magic that Moody is using now, according to the definition of the gray area above white magic and below black magic by the World Magic Certification Organization under the Wizarding Federation, is yes, evil, also known as pan-black magic.

The World Magic Certification Organization has a special certification method for judging black magic.

In other words, Moody isn't using black magic in the true sense of the word.

"It's really exciting! It's much more exciting than class!" A child in Gryffindor blurted out excitedly.

The Slytherins looked at each other in dismay. Their knowledge of certain magic was much deeper than these self-proclaimed righteous Gryffindors. None of the Slytherins had practiced their skills secretly.

But that's Moody, the famous Auror, the neurotic Mad-Eye Moody who hates dark wizards!

Someone in Slytherin whispered to Draco, "Why do I think there's something wrong with Moody?!"

He looks very excited. Could it be that he has committed the old problem of paranoia and regarded Sturluson from Durmstrang as a dark wizard?

Draco was worried.

At this moment, a cloud of black mist suddenly spewed out from the tip of Moody's wand, and the black mist expanded rapidly as it left the tip of the wand, rushing towards Heimdall overwhelmingly with teeth and claws.

The black mist gave people a bad feeling, and the children screamed one after another.

"I'm KAO!!!" Heimdall was dumbfounded, was he playing for real? !