HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall stood up in fear as he approached him.

At this time, Solger didn't care about looking at Heimdall at all, and his eyes went directly to the two old people who were sitting safely in the chairs.

One is rebellious and unruly, looking up and squinting at people.One was calm and composed, but his eyes were on Heimdall.

Seeing that they turned a blind eye to him, Solger felt a little displeased. He looked back and smiled at Heimdall, "I didn't expect such a coincidence."

Heimdall nodded, "Yes."

"These two are..." Solger looked at the two old men again, seeming to mind.

"An ordinary person, I teach." Before Heimdall could speak, Golden snatched the words away.

Gironde continued tacitly, "I'm a butcher."

The judge’s words are true. He used to save a sum of money by working as a butcher on a farm. At that time, he felt that there was no hope of reinstating his job, so he used the savings to open a small shop specializing in selling meat and eggs.The store is still operating normally in Gironde's hometown, and it is managed by Gironde's youngest son. I heard that the business is good.

It's nothing more than a teacher, why even a butcher... No wonder they don't know the proper etiquette.

Solger was astonished, with undisguised sympathy on his face, making Heimdall dumbfounded. He could somewhat guess what the reincarnated brother was thinking, but he didn't waste his time talking about it.

Now Soljeer was more sure of his guess, and he had the bottom line in his heart. It turned out that the patriarch didn't care about his adopted son at all.Thinking of this, Solger was surrounded by an unprecedented sense of superiority, and it took him some time to calm down his excitement.

Look, there are two people who also came to the magic institution to apply, representing the guardian. One is a close friend of the elder, and the other is an accompanying person specially sent by Uncle Rommel after learning about the matter.

Compared with Heimdall's embarrassing treatment when he was not on the stage, Soljer was sure that he had been affirmed and valued. Passed out.

If Professor Nero Golden knew that he was classified as "not on stage" by this sissy, he didn't know how he would feel.

It stands to reason that the face of Gordon, a wanted criminal, should be well known to everyone, just like Sirius back then, with large close-up photos of his face all over the street, whether wizards or Muggles, they all look familiar.But for today's wizards, the criminals who were wanted and arrested in the post-war era are already in the past perfect tense. In some people's minds, it is equivalent to going directly into the coffin to see Merlin.

In that turbulent era, there were countless big names in the wanted world at the same time as Golden, and he was only one percent.He has never established "great achievements", let alone made any shocking remarks. At most, he is an accomplice with serious circumstances. Besides, ordinary wizards now don't care about unsolved cases that have been shelved for decades.

Compared with Golden, the reclusive Justice Gironde is even less likely to become the focus of public attention. Generally, only people in the industry have the honor to look up to the true face of the IW supreme leader. Newspaper magazine.

Therefore, this caused this group of people—including Solger, none of them had a discerning eye to recognize the true identities of the two old people.

Solger once heard others talk about how good Rommel was to his adopted son, but now it seems that he is an adopted son, not as good as his own son, not to mention that the adopted son himself is not even Sturluson.

How good can it be to be good to the adopted son? !

Just when he was smugly wandering away, the group of followers behind him couldn't bear it anymore, and they all probed their brains. They had never seen Heimdall, and they were not sure who these people were for a while. Master Solger even personally He ran over and was so kind to the child.

Hearing their question, Solger immediately smiled affectionately, "That's my clan brother, Heimdall Strulusson, you should have heard of it."

Several people looked at each other, and one of them suddenly realized, "Chairman Sturluson's adopted son—"

As soon as this remark came out, the speaker immediately realized that his words were inappropriate.Even though he is an adopted son, he is also included in the genealogy. The one who told his ancestors is equivalent to his own son in terms of identity. He shouted out that he is such an adopted son...

This person quickly glanced at Solger, and found that the latter's face was normal, and he couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.Through Solger's attitude, it can be analyzed that the attitude of the Sturluson family towards this adopted son was originally a little flattering, but now it has completely leaked out like a sieve.

Several other people saw the clues one after another, and they rushed over to watch with great interest just now, but now their interest has faded.

"Rig is the son of Uncle Rommel." Solger's words were a bit superfluous.

The onlookers laughed a few times dryly, and greeted him a few times insincerely, addressing them all as "Mr. Strulusson" instead of calling him "Master Heimdall" as he did to curry favor with Solger. .It is said that children of Heimdall's generation or below in the Strulusson family, regardless of gender, are honored as "Master" or "Miss" before they get married, and it is Heimdall's turn to become "Mr." These people didn't take him seriously at all.

Heimdall blinked his eyes and nodded one by one without making a sound.

Even if the dust settles after a hasty meeting.

"Are you waiting for someone here?" Solger had some guesses, but he still asked with a look of enthusiasm.

Heimdall held up his number plate, "I have applied for a study tour."

Sure enough.

Solger tried not to make his tone sound like charity, but the triumphant excitement filled his eyebrows and eyes.

"I've sent people to go through the formalities. You can come with me later. We are a family and we should take care of each other." He spoke forcefully and firmly, and did not take "first come, first served" to heart at all.

Heimdall was taken aback.

Golden was very angry when he heard that, old man, I need you, a sissy, to help me with my work? !

Girondt thought for a while, then turned to look at Heimdall. To be honest, with his current status and connections, there is no problem at all in taking a back door on the equal sign, but Strulusson did not make such a request to him.

Heimdall suddenly smiled brightly, "Really?" He stepped forward seemingly excitedly, looking overjoyed.

Solger was about to brag a few more words when the two attendants who accompanied him to the magic institution opened the door and walked in.

The escort who walked in front noticed that the situation in the house was different from when he went out. He quickly glanced around, and his eyes stayed on Heimdall for less than a second, then turned to another place, and then smiled all over his face. walked towards Soljere.

The second escort who was walking behind looked calm, without squinting, and didn't even blink.

"Aren't you saying hello to Master Heimdall?" Solger said with a smile.

One of the accompanying people seemed to have just seen Heimdall, and immediately put on a surprised expression, said hello respectfully, and immediately ran back behind Solger to amuse him without waiting for Heimdall's response.

The followers followed suit and made Soljar feel comfortable.

"Master." The second of the escorts bowed, and the address in his mouth was neither "Mr. Strulusson" nor "Master Heimdall".

Seeing that he was respectful to Heimdall, Solger couldn't help raising his eyebrows. After all, he is someone close to Uncle Rommel, and the courtesy he should have is still in place.

Who knew that things were completely beyond Solger's expectations, and this person's "wonderful performance" continued.

"Master, do you plan to continue waiting, or go with Master Solger?"

A group of people were all stunned.

Heimdall hesitated, "Don't I have to wait?"

The man smiled slightly, "You can wait if you want."

Heimdall glanced at Solger with a strange expression, "Isn't it troublesome?"

The second of the escort said calmly: "Don't worry, the procedures for your visit and study have been completed, and it has nothing to do with Master Solger."

Solger's face suddenly turned green, and his mood value continued to fluctuate and drop. Seeing that the situation was not right, the group of followers shut their mouths tightly one by one.

Heimdall figured it out, and said amusedly, "Dad asked you to come?" He originally planned to "play the autumn wind" with his reincarnated brother who was proud of the horseshoe, and everyone was so "enthusiastic".

"'No way, with my father's ability, I can only help so far.' These are the original words of the master." The second escort replied.

In his son's heart, he is no longer an omnipotent superman. Rommel's father got awkward and came to save the country with a curve, telling his son that it's not that I can't do it, but that you don't give me a chance.

Heimdall laughed dumbfounded, and said a few words to the second escort, Solger's pretty little face slowly darkened in the atmosphere of happy conversation.

The second escort turned his head and whispered something to Gironde. Gironde seemed to have no grievances. It is impossible for Rommel to "take credit" and not have greeted the justice, otherwise he would embarrass others in public.

If Heimdall realized something, two thoughts swirled in his mind, one, to be filial to his father in the future; two, even if he died in this life, he would let himself die as a judge.

***

The staff of the magic institution led the group to a door. There was a wooden sign with mottled paint on the door, and there were two lines of warnings written in English on the sign.The first line is "no loud noise, offenders will bear the consequences"; the bottom line is "visit the learning classroom".

Pushing open the door, the inside is unexpectedly narrow, the four corners of the ceiling are covered with cobwebs, the chandelier on the top has a broken chain, hanging precariously, the old-fashioned wall lamp in the shape of tulips emits dim light, and one wall is covered with thumbtacks. The parchment with blurred handwriting, and the other walls are occupied by large tracts of graffiti. The spells are mixed with ancient runic texts, which are obscure and profound. Some of the words Heimdall can figure out a little bit, most of them look like a book from the sky, which makes people dazzled.

There are no desks and chairs in the classroom, no podium, only a few desks and a few chairs.

A young witch is sitting in a messy classroom, oblivious to the bad surroundings, holding a tattered book in one hand, and a pipe in the other hand, muttering to the book, the hand holding the pipe Sometimes raised and sometimes lowered, engrossed in the world created by the books, did not notice their arrival at all.

The staff knocked on the open door, and after a while, the witch was startled, and when she looked up, her eyes were blank for a moment.

"Where's the director?" the staff asked her.

The witch was stunned for a while, and then suddenly said, "I haven't come back yet."

Heimdall found that there were still some debris on the corner of her mouth, probably because she didn't wipe her mouth clean after eating, and looked at her crumpled robe and hairy hair again, and couldn't help but be speechless, this lady is too unkempt.

Most of the women Heimdall has come into contact with pay attention to appearance. Even if they don't like makeup, at least they keep their appearance clean and fresh.

The staff stopped talking nonsense, and led Heimdall and Solger out of the classroom and walked deep into the corridor.

Not far away, there was a rush of shouting and cursing from a certain door, and after a while, the door was opened, and two brightly dressed wizards turned their heads and roared angrily, and hurried out while carrying a hard and heavy object .

When they approached, everyone realized that the heavy thing was a person.Maybe he was under magic, his face was gray, his whole body was stiff, and his facial muscles were as hard as a stone. It seemed to be in great pain, and he had already started to roll his eyes.

Solger's complexion changed drastically, and he froze there.

Others, including Heimdall, turned their heads one after another. Solger smiled dryly, and said a few words of emotion insincerely, trying to cover up the momentary retreat.

Gordon scoffed.

Solger's face flushed red.

Heimdall nodded calmly, "Oh, hurry up, the staff is still waiting."

Seeing that the staff member was standing outside the room where the person was brought out just now, Solger trembled in his calves, and followed up calmly amidst the concerned greetings from one of the escorts.

***

The legendary "director" sat on the floor carelessly, leaning against a gray-green iron cabinet that was almost as high as the wall. The cabinet was covered with densely packed small drawers, and the same cabinets stood in front of the four walls. At a glance, Spectacular.

The director is a big fat man who is even plumper than little fat Carlo. He is holding a bag of Belgian wizard gingerbread and crunching it. There is a layer of biscuit crumbs leaking from his chin and the front of his robe. He looks very similar to that slovenly witch. in tune.

The director didn't say anything, and raised his chin towards the staff member.

The staff smiled bitterly, then walked over resignedly, and took a hardcover book that was three points thicker than a city brick from the director.The golden book cover is shiny, and when the cover is opened, there is an index of names and numbers inside.

The staff explained, "Visiting and studying magic institutions is actually watching the magic archives left by the predecessors. Here are the most wonderful magics that have been recognized by the institutions and displayed live by the world's top wizards."

When Gordon next to him heard it, he tried his best to look unmoved, but his eyes kept aiming at the books.

Solger raised his hand and took the index set, and turned it over slowly.

Of course, Heimdall was also very urgent, and said symbolically, "Can you please speed up", but the other party seemed to be suffering from intermittent deafness, and turned a deaf ear to his words. Have time……

Who knew that the fat director suddenly frowned and shouted, "I'll give you 10 minutes."

The fat director was yelling in French, and Heimdall understood what he was talking about after listening to the staff's translation, and couldn't help becoming anxious.

He quickly pulled the staff and asked, "Is there only one index set?"

The staff smiled apologetically at him.

Sorjere was slow and unmoved, turning a blind eye to Heimdall's eagerness.

Heimdall couldn't even get angry with him.

At this moment, there was a "snap" from the director, and he threw a stack of parchment on the ground.

"The things on it are the same as those entered in the index set." The director spoke vaguely this time with a gingerbread in his mouth. "Visiting and studying is one-on-one according to the regulations. You are breaking the rules. Seeing that you are new faces and young people, this time you will be extrajudicial. Don't make an example."

Heimdall couldn't care less about what he was talking about at the moment, rushed over to pick up the stack of parchment with a bright face, then sat down on the ground, looking down.

The action of the director biting the biscuit lagged for a moment, but quickly returned to the original frequency.

In fact, Solger has already made up his mind about visiting and studying. Of course, he did this on purpose. He was humiliated in public just now, and he really couldn't swallow it.

Originally wanted to hurry up to adopt a son, but he didn't expect that fat man to intervene. Solger naturally attributed all this to the benefits brought by Rommel's face, and became even more jealous of Heimdall's title of "son of the patriarch" up.

Why is the adopted son not me?Soljer asked himself more than once that he was the reincarnation of Jolf Strulusson, and wasn't that enough?

In a blink of an eye, he saw Heimdall who was flipping through the parchment not far away, curled his lips in disdain, what's the use of flipping so fast?remember?Wanting to become fat in one go is simply a daydream.People who come to visit and study all ask clearly the index numbers they want to see early in the morning. Reading this book is just a show. It seems that this adopted son really doesn’t understand anything—he has never considered whether to go through the back door or not to go through the back door difference.

Solger suddenly squinted his eyes, and when he clearly saw the simple eagle-shaped men's ring on Heimdall's left ring finger, he was slightly startled and then suddenly covered his mouth, and managed to restrain himself without losing his composure. Laugh out loud.

The sudden strange behavior caused the rest of the people to look at each other in blank dismay, but this could no longer stop the surge of laughter in Solger's body.

Of course he knew that style. The chain he was wearing was in the shape of an eagle. It was said that it belonged to Jolf before his death. Of course, he couldn’t be more clear about whether it belonged to Jolf.Since he was identified as the reincarnation, the young men and women in the family flocked to order jewelry of similar styles as if the ban had been lifted. He had seen similar rings, bracelets, Bracelets, earrings, necklaces and more.

The funny thing is that this adopted son also...

The pent-up air in his chest suddenly dissipated, and Solger realized that he didn't need to have the same knowledge as this adopted son who wasn't even Sturluson.He withdrew his gaze, looked down at the words on the book, and the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.