HP's Foreign Land

Breakfast, newspapers, and letters arrived on time every day with different forms of dawn. Before that, Heimdall went to the Forbidden Forest to make an appointment—the morning appointment with the centaur that would have been forgotten forever if Carlo hadn’t reminded him.

Now that the fact of breaking the appointment has been formed, he is not in a hurry to redeem the few remaining reputations, but to play with his animal companions and wait until they are satisfied with serving them.

Little Bayan has always been obsessed with flying. Olar has to sleep during the day, and Heimdall tells him not to disturb Olar. Little Bayan feels uncomfortable if he doesn’t fly for a day. He hangs on the door frame and turns his stomach to pretend to be dead. Heimdall Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he simply transformed into a form and took Xiao Ba for a walk in the sky.

This stroll continued for a long time, until Heimdall couldn't bear it.

At this time, Xiaoba can start screaming "Feifei" from the moment it takes off, until it lands.

What a crazy little spider.

One morning, Olar also joined in the morning stroll, following Heimdall's flight speed and direction, falling aside and roaming the sky, this time Heimdall changed from one walk to two walks.

As a result, Olar has become one of the frequent visitors for strolling. He goes back to sleep after exercising his muscles and bones, but sometimes he has to deliver letters and cannot keep up with the stroll.One time, Heimdall found that it was always depressed after returning. After confirming that it was not physically unwell, he changed his form and took it out to relax, and the effect was immediate.

Heimdall suddenly realized that since then, as long as Olar didn't catch up with the morning walk, he would always take it out for a flight after it came back, and Olar's sleep quality improved, which made Heimdall I feel very relieved.

Later, Master Krum also came to join in the fun, the little Bayan couldn't sit still looking at the height of the mountain, and screamed to go to Weiwei's place.

The golden eagle's flying ability is obvious to all, and since then, Xiao Ba will never take a white falcon plane for any morning stroll with Victor.

Isn't it just that he is bigger than his head, and his posture in the air is more gorgeous... But Heimdall is very depressed.

After walking around, I went back and rolled a few laps in front of the fireplace with the toffee in my arms, then picked up a pod that was looking at the newspaper seriously, and gnawed two hard at the cat's face, and screamed in embarrassment at the pod With a gesture of victory in his voice, he strode out of the room.

From time to time, he teases the animals, which Heimdall admits he gets a lot of fun out of.

***

The moment he turned around, the white light spot was forcefully thrown out, drawing a sharp white line on the dark curtain.There was a sudden commotion in front of him, and the pair of shiny eyeballs hid in the darkness again. Together with the dangerous breath, the large pincers hovering over Heimdall's head froze.

"I can't bear your enthusiasm." The tip of Heimdall's wand flickered while speaking, releasing a soft white glow from shallow to deep.

The eight-eyed spider's backup leader flinched indiscernibly, and slowly withdrew its pliers.The Eight Eyes, who were accustomed to the environment of the Forbidden Forest, could not adapt to the sudden light, even if the fluorescent flashing spell Heimdall used at this time could not achieve the actual lighting effect at all.

The eight-eyed prince said: "It turned out to be you. I thought someone had entered the Forbidden Forest by mistake and was planning to improve the food."

Heimdall told himself it was nothing, just being taunted by a spider.

"I'm sorry for breaking the appointment, but Bane should be the one who needs my apology." Heimdall thinks it's not worth it. If he will be greeted with a spider claw meal every time we meet in the future, he will definitely resist entering the Forbidden Forest .

"This is my instinct. You humans advocate restraint, but you cannot treat animals with the same harshness."

Heimdall was speechless, "Well, I've done it myself."

"...It came quite quickly." Prince Spider said suddenly.

Before Heimdall could ask a question, the sound of powerful hooves came from far away, from far to near.

When Bane ran up to them, his overjoyed expression suddenly changed, pointing at Heimdall and furious, "Why are you? Where's Opal? Where's my Opal? What are you doing here?"

Heimdall was confused for a while.

Spider Prince explained, "Don't worry, he didn't suffer from amnesia, what he meant was why you appeared in front of him in human form."

"Let me correct you, please," said Heimdall, thinking that it was no longer a good time to pretend to be deaf and dumb and resigned. "It was he who appeared in front of my eyes, not me in front of his eyes."

"Who wants to look at you!" Bane's eyebrows and eyes expressed his dislike very vividly.

"Exactly, I don't want to see you either." Heimdall held up his wand, turned around and left.

Bain was furious immediately, and turned his head away, seemingly not surprised at all, as if he wanted to leave.

"Why are you here? You have to think about it. Maybe starting tomorrow, you will never see Opal again." Spider Prince reminded Bain, not to mention that the dead rat in his hand had already died. Very illustrative.

Bain gave a sudden pause, and turned around with an annoyed look on his face.

"Opper!" shouted in the direction Heimdall was leaving.

Just when Bane thought that Heimdall had completely ignored him and would never return to the Forbidden Forest, the white bird flew into his sight before he was overwhelmed by surging depression.

As soon as the white falcon flew down and stopped, the ecstatic Bane rushed over to grab it, and danced and lifted it up and down, dangling it, fully expressing his joy through body language.

It's a pity that Comrade Ma Ren didn't know the severity of his attack, and Bai Falcon almost rolled his eyes when he pinched him so forcefully.

***

Heimdall returned to the three-masted ship with a pale face. The students in the common room couldn't help but be surprised, but they didn't dare to ask rashly, because although Heimdall looked pale, his eyes were very gloomy.

Victor, who was going to have breakfast with him, lost interest and asked the house elf to bring a pot of refreshing mint tea.

Under the influence of the fragrant tea, Heimdall gradually cheered up, then grabbed a piece of pastry, took a bite, and put the rest into his boyfriend's mouth politely.

The other students turned their attention away decisively, and began to disgust these bachelors again, which meant that there was really nothing wrong with them.

"How are you thinking?" Professor Katenen put down the newspaper and looked at Heimdall.

"Didn't you say 'there is no ulterior motive'?" Heimdall said vaguely while biting another piece of snack.

"You believe it?" Katenin asked.

"I don't believe it." Heimdall understood that Golden was just changing the curve to save the country. "However, I intend to act as soon as possible."

"So refreshing?"

"I went to the school library of Hogwarts two days ago to borrow information about magic institutions. The information said that after getting the application qualification, I should first register with the institution. It doesn't mean that getting the application form means that I have the qualification." Heimdall said. "I looked through the application form, and the applicant column on it is the name of Professor Golden. If I want to use it, I must ask him to transfer the application qualification to me."

Speaking of this, Heimdall laughed, "Since Professor Golden thinks highly of me, why does he always keep people away?"

Katenin didn't mean to complain about his friend at all, but said with great interest: "Then how should I convey it to him?"

"Let's just say that I decided to accept this meeting gift and ask him to transfer his qualifications to me."

That afternoon, Katenen brought back a message, and Golden agreed to the transfer.

"Nero asked me to remind you that because you are not yet of age, if you transfer the qualifications to you now, you must go with your guarantor when you go through the formalities." Katenen said.

"I know this, I saw it when I looked up the information." Heimdall nodded. "I don't know if my dad can do it..."

Unexpectedly, Katenen shook his head, "Rommel is a good choice, but he is still young, and his qualifications are always short."

Heimdall was speechless. His father was the chairman of the Finnish branch of the Wizarding Federation, and his status was equivalent to the Minister of Magic of a country.

"My father's qualifications are not enough? And he is my father!"

"The guarantor has nothing to do with whether you are a parent or not. Believe me child, don't be humble if there is a better choice. This world has long turned a blind eye to virtue, and the consciousness of tameness has become weak and sick. What else can give it a new one? Stimulate, let the group of self-righteous bureaucrats see you and notice you at a glance?" Katenen said this calmly, as if without a trace of emotion.

"A guarantor who can irritate them," Heimdall replied.

Katenen grinned. "Better let their excitement bounce in their crotches like riot goblins."

Heimdall thought about it for a while, then went back to the room to search through the previous letters, and finally found the person he thought was suitable in a stack of Christmas greeting cards.

Action is worse than heartbeat, he immediately took out pen and ink and wrote a concise but rigorous letter. Of course, he also piled up some clichéd flattery at the end. It's a faux pas.

At noon the next day, Olar brought back the reply letter, and Heimdall received an affirmative answer. He hugged Olar happily and kissed again and again.

Although Olar is often eaten tofu by his master nowadays, his natural shyness makes it difficult for him to digest this enthusiasm. Under Heimdall's kiss, he shrinks into a shy ball.

***

When he stepped into the common room again, Katenen looked up at him and said, "Looks like good news?"

"Yes." When Heimdall sat down, his boyfriend grabbed him and kissed him.

Katenen waited for the two of them to finish talking as if no one else was there, before speaking again, "When are you planning to leave with your guarantor?"

"What?" Heimdall thought he had something to do for him.

Katenen shook his head, saying that it had nothing to do with him, "I will inform Nero to join you."

"Professor Golden is coming with us?"

"Of course, we can just go through the formalities together," Katenin said. "Are you going to run twice?"

Heimdall was silent for a moment, "We made an appointment to meet at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. Professor Golden's arrest warrant has been downgraded to the point where he can enter and leave the UK, but his actions may cause the British Ministry of Magic to rendezvous." s concern."

Katenen nodded, and after a while, he seemed to think of something, and asked, "Who is the guarantor you invited?"

"You'll know when you go."

***

Golden thought his days of waiting had paid off, and his patience had paid off.After all, that child was still too young, no matter how tough his attitude was and how sensational his words were at the time, he believed that changing his mind was only a matter of time, and that changing from day to day was a hobby of young people, just as fickle as women.

Golden hurriedly walked on the streets of Hogsmeade village. He couldn't remember the last time he entered England. Looking at the strange street scene and feeling the strange climate, he began to suspect that perhaps he hadn't come at all. over the UK.

Golden didn't look back. If he had turned back, he would have seen the castle standing on the cliff with many spires, the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that British wizards were proud of.Maybe he would be amazed by the grand scale of the castle and the halo of praise surrounding it, but at this moment he can only see the road under his feet and the direction he wants to see.

In fact, Golden himself can't explain why he is obsessed with a boy who has just passed his 15th birthday. He can't see a familiar aura in him-an aura similar to Gellert Grindelwald, Not at all.He also questioned his judgment more than once, Sturlusson is not Gellert, so why?

He found himself unable to answer.

Why does he believe that Strulusson is not an ordinary person? Wishful thinking is not an answer that a scholar who firmly believes in practicing true knowledge should provide.After thinking it over a bit, he realized that he might have found the answer, because of Felix Katenen.

Yes, this is critical.

Katenen seldom made a sound of praise. To a living person, especially a child, even bringing that child to their gathering place is tantamount to publicly recognizing the child. The message conveyed by this move is quite intriguing .

Facts have proved that this person can always grasp the best time to retreat bravely and understand what choice is most beneficial to him. Golden has trusted Katenen's judgment a long time ago.

Golden pushed open the door of the Three Broomsticks, and under the guidance of the charming proprietress, he quickly saw his date.They sat in an open position facing the gate, which made it easy for people who entered the gate to find their target.

So dignified and natural, it indirectly shows that they are not fugitives. Golden laughed at himself, quickly collected his emotions, and strode over.

Heimdall stood up, "Professor." His name was not called out.

Golden smiled gratefully at his prudence, and seemed to have a little more affection for him.

The person sitting across the table also stood up, wearing a camel-colored robe of a common style, and a coffee-colored woolen scarf around his neck. His hair was all white, but it was neatly groomed. With a faint smile.Like Gordon, the corners of his eyes were creased with age.Perhaps because he is also an elderly person, Golden felt that this gentleman had a kind face, so he couldn't help thinking of getting closer, and the indifference that adorned his face faded a little.

Heimdall quickly introduced the two.

They nodded and shook hands friendly, and the guarantor sat down again with a calm face.

As soon as Golden's butt touched the seat, he jumped up like a frightened rabbit.

He stared at the guarantor, hesitated for a while uncertainly, and then said, "Marselan Gironde? Butcher Gironde?"

The smile on Gironde's face deepened, "I haven't heard that name for many years."

Heimdall said with a smile, "Who else would dare to call you that in person now?"

When Golden heard it, his face immediately became ugly, and he said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention just now."

Heimdarch said, "Didn't you hear the introduction clearly? Let's do it again." He said to Girondt, "This is Mr. Nero Golden."

"I've heard of you for a long time." Gironde followed his advice and nodded to Golden again.

Golden pulled out an ugly smile and sat down silently.

"I'm still on vacation." It seemed that Gironde thought it would be better to tell the other party this.

Gordon's smile did not become natural.

Golden is an old-timer who is obsessed with research and experimentation, and he always has a bit of clumsiness in the world, or intellectuals who engage in research disdain to deal with it.Even after years of being on the run, his clumsiness has not improved.

Anxiety is so obvious, a typical guilty conscience.

Marselan Gironde, one of the resident judges in the International Wizengamot Chief Office.

When Heimdall was working in IW last time, he was assigned to be a clerk under him.Judge Gironde is the rotating chief with the highest status and seniority within the International Wizengamot except the honorary chief Albus Dumbledore, and is also the actual top leader of the IW.

All internal encrypted documents of the International Wizengamot must be signed by him before they can be executed or stored in the warehouse.

He was by far the most powerful person Heimdall had ever known, and Heimdall was sincerely grateful that he had agreed to vouch for him.

The author has something to say: Regarding Mr. Magic, N long ago described in the article that France introduced the selection of Miss Magic (if you can’t remember it, it’s normal, just a brief introduction).This Mister Magic is actually the same as Miss Magic's selection mode, yes, it is a beauty pageant in disguise, as someone guessed, but the selection of Mister Magic has a long history.

The selection requirements are relatively stricter than Miss Magic. In addition to the examination of magical ability and outstanding contributions, appearance is the most important thing.

Mr. Magic and Miss Magic are actually the spokespersons elected by the French wizarding community themselves, representing the image of French wizards, so the color is very important. They can be embroidered pillows, but they must not only have spiritual beauty.

The appearance and temperament of the latest Mister Magic met Li Xiaoge's children's shoes, which gave him the urge to chase stars.