HP's Foreign Land

"As compensation, Morris will be by your side all day today, and you can use him as you like."

Heimdall said no, he didn't like being hugged by servants.

Beru was very annoyed at Heimdall's unhesitating positioning as a "servant", but he didn't dare to show it in front of his grandfather, so he could only hold back with gritted teeth.

"How magnanimous!" Junker sang praises in an exaggerated tone, with a grateful expression on his face.

Heimdall, who is still inexperienced, can't analyze from his words and deeds whether this inexplicable cadence is true or false. In order not to involve himself in it without realizing it, he promised what he shouldn't, promised what he shouldn't Guaranteed, it's wise to be all-in and unabashed.

"You can rest assured that no matter where you plan to go next... May I ask, where are you going?" Junker said with a smile.

They were in Bruges now, and Heimdall couldn't believe he knew nothing.

"Magical institutions."

Junker nodded, turned to his grandson and said, "Don't embarrass grandpa, you know? You are a public figure, and the boss is not young. You can't do things on your own will and ignore the consequences. It's even more wrong to rely on the strong to bully the weak..."

Heimdall found it very funny to hear him babbling to Beru in public like he was teaching a child. A smuggling tycoon who uses bullying as his program of action to teach his grandson to be approachable? !He also knew that his grandson was a public figure, but he didn't show any respect for his grandson when he taught others. He was in front of an outsider like Heimdall—of course, it might be deliberately done for an outsider to see—but Magic In front of his grandfather, the husband lowered his eyebrows and obeyed his words. You can imagine the detached status Juncker has in the family.

Nowadays, it is common for children to talk back to their elders. It is not uncommon for children to seek individuality under the pretense of self-discipline, but it is not uncommon for the elders to clean up the mess.While recklessly squandering youth and self-indulgence, it left endless worries to the parents.

Heimdall felt that his reverence and obedience to his grandfather did not seem to be fake. He may have a certain degree of resentment and reluctance in his heart about this matter, but he still insisted that he listened to his grandfather, and there was no disharmony in his demeanor.

Whether based on pure awe or sincere filial piety, at least he knew that he would not disobey the elders in the family, and Heimdall's disapproval of Mr. Magic improved slightly.

Watched by Junker, the two left the dimly lit tavern one after the other.

They walked in silence, none of them wanted to waste time creating topics.

It takes time for Beru to adjust to serving a worthless person who couldn't even remember his name before yesterday.Although I have been adjusting from yesterday to now, it is still far from enough.He was afraid that Heimdall would slander him with rumors behind his back if he didn't like it, and he no longer dared to underestimate the unexpected influence of this young man.

Grandpa's teaching to him has always been very direct, but it has never been so grand as it is today. Beilu felt a little hurt, and for a moment, he almost couldn't help but talk back.

Heimdall didn't care how much the people behind him endured the humiliation and how gloomy their expressions were. He didn't have the time to be a psychiatrist to enlighten others.Beru's good or bad mood is completely out of his consideration.

Heimdall has his own battles to fight.

After days of preparation, the first demonstrations of the last three magics are about to unfold.

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"Here we come." The fat director who moved a chair and sat at the door shouted towards the door, and there was no dramatic scene of a large crowd rushing out with bright eyes.

Heimdall is still self-aware, of course he doesn't think that the fat director is waiting for him.

"This is you?"

"It's stuffy and hot in the room, and there's wind in the corridor, which blows comfortably." The fat director mumbled while sucking a lollipop.

The first time I saw him, I was eating. This is the third time I met him. Except for supervising the magic show, I kept talking.

There were two unnatural blushes on his cheeks, dense beads of sweat covered his white forehead, the wizard robe was wide open, and the front of the white shirt inside was wet in a large area.The fat director was sucking a lollipop that was the size of his fist, and at the same time wiped his forehead with a handkerchief.

It's only been a few months, and he's already hot like this?The climate in Bruges is relatively pleasant.

Heimdall said a few words to him, and the fat director turned his eyes to look at Maurice Beru who was silent.

"Slave?" The fat director said casually.

There are a lot of people coming and going in the magic institution, and they have never seen any kind of scene, as long as it does not involve obstructing others or hindering work, no matter how unconventional your "personal hobbies" are, the magic institution will not interfere.Loners like Heimdall are certainly not in the minority, but compared with another Strulusson of the same period, he looks much shabby.

The fat director just liked his shabbiness.

Heimdall glanced at Beru, who was staring at him fiercely, staring at his mouth, as if Heimdall would jump over and bite him to death as soon as Heimdall uttered a word that he couldn't deal with. .

"Mr. Beru, demeanor, where is your demeanor?"

Hearing that he actually imitated his grandfather's condescending speech, and his tone was still eccentric, Beiru felt even more nauseated.

"It looks familiar." The fat director thought for a while, but just forgot about it when he couldn't remember it. He never paid too much attention to social entertainment.

Heimdall said lightly, "My friend's grandson."

Beru's eyes were fierce, and Heimdall frowned, "Did I say something wrong?"

It was just that the flesh on his face twitched. This statement made him feel tight in his chest and short of breath, but he couldn't refute it.

The fat director froze for a moment, then looked him up and down in shock, "Are you so old?!"

Heimdall laughed out loud. The director's humor is really extraordinary.

×××

The experts who supervised his magic demonstration were still those few, and Heimdall had the secret joy of seeing familiar faces.Although he was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze, and the education he received since he was a child was based on getting rid of the four old things, but to be born as a person, it is inevitable to have some spiritual sustenance.

He really doesn't believe in God, Buddha or God Jesus. Merlin is at most a mantra on his lips, but he still can't avoid self-superstition, just like a student worshiping the god of the exam before the exam. The exact question types that have been reviewed are accompanied by a sense of being favored by the great god.

In the seemingly fortified International Magic Field Evaluation and Research Institute in an unfamiliar place, Heimdall's smile was particularly bright.

The experts were moved, what a kind child, women are more sentimental after all, the two female experts changed from the rigid and serious before, and the slightly raised corners of their mouths revealed the joy of being blown by the spring breeze.

The fat director took out a small paper bag, wrapped a third-filled lollipop and put it in his pocket. His face became solemn and serious, and he started to work seriously.

The four experts held up a recording board with a clip in each hand, which included Heimdall's presentation today and a short personal introduction—mainly to help memorize names, in case the experts accidentally remembered them. This person got up.

The arrangement of Heimdall's last three spells is similar to the first three, one is normal, one is harder than normal, and the third is harder than normal.

They are the color-changing spell, the changing spell, and the vanishing spell.These three magics are subjects within the category of Transfiguration.

The color-changing spell, as the name suggests, makes objects change to different colors.

There is no proposition for the first display, just play freely.Facing the reappearing wooden chair, under Heimdall's skillful manipulation, the log-colored chair turned red.

Several experts kept their faces unchanged as always, and it was one of their work pursuits to make the exhibitors tremble amidst all kinds of speculation and apprehension.

The benefits of acquaintances were immediately manifested, Heimdall would no longer rack his brains to think about good and bad like the first time, and these few people deliberately kept their faces.

Maurice Beru slowly moved forward from the place where he was standing against the wall without saying a word. When Heimdall noticed something, the experts had already asked him to show the second magic. Heimdall quickly restrained himself, Meticulous.

At this time, Beru had already stood behind the experts, looking at the recording boards in their hands, and the experts seemed unaware.

The Transformation Spell is a relatively difficult magic to operate. It is said that it is a spell within the scope of N.E.W.T (Ultimate Wizard Test), and its occurrence rate in the test is about 60.00%.

The transformation spell is to freely change the shape, pattern, etc. of an object. The difficulty depends on the object that needs to be changed. It can be regarded as the most widely used and most practical magic to a certain extent.

Similarly, there is no proposition in the first show, and Heimdall does not need to spend a lot of effort to display it so gorgeously, plumply and beautifully, as long as it is done step by step without making mistakes.

He lowered the wooden chairs into chaise longues, complete with cross-tac-toe mesh rattan on the backs.The brand-new chair was shaking back and forth in front of the eyes of the experts. Beru stroked his chin with a look of surprise. He didn't expect this "little grandpa" to be capable.

The last Vanishing Curse started under the watchful eyes of the experts. Heimdall didn't intend to procrastinate, and he had the momentum to complete it in one go. He wanted to go back early to take Olar and Xiao Bayan Feifei, which he had promised early in the morning.

The wooden chair disappeared under the attention of everyone, and the experts took out their pocket watches to mark the time. Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief, and the effect was almost as expected.In fact, as long as there is a first demonstration, you can find that the first test questions are easy to guess, but for the first demonstration, it is almost the same every time. He has been looking for similar chairs to practice before.

The last three magic demonstrations passed smoothly in Heimdall's view without any danger. Anyway, he couldn't guess whether his grades were good or not, but judging from the results of the first three magic tricks, the last three The first pass should be no problem.

Satisfied with his smooth performance today, he praised himself a bit, and Heimdall happily said goodbye to the experts, expressing his eagerness to meet them again in the second-level exam, and the experts couldn't help laughing.

Heimdall looked bewildered.

"I guess you won't want to see us again." The fat director took out his lollipop and opened the small paper bag on it. "The four of us are only responsible for the first level. Unless you have seventh, eighth, or many magics to show in the queue, seeing us again means that the first level has failed."

Heimdall touched his head in embarrassment, but he didn't deny his words, nor did he intend to take them back immediately.

The four experts gave each other a wink, secretly applauding the young man's ambition hidden under his words.

Beru, who has always stayed out of the matter, turned his eyes around the faces of the experts, and when they left the magic institution and walked on the streets of Bruges, Beru said to him: "It seems that there is nothing wrong with this scene."

Although those experts did not say it clearly, it is already obvious what is inside and outside the words.

Heimdall smiled and said nothing, seemingly calm and collected.

"What did you peek at just now?" Heimdall didn't have time to pay attention to his small movements just now. This man must have been dishonest when he was reading, and he looked like some kind of habitual offender who got something for nothing.

"I didn't see anything." He was always depressed.

As expected of a magical institution, there is no room for any loopholes.Especially when he was leaving, the experts looked at him with a smile or not, with a look of knowing it well, Beru felt that he was ashamed today.

They stopped at a fork in the road, and Heimdall looked around, pondered for a while, then turned and walked into a bar facing the street.

Beru thought he was going to eat, so he followed him in, but Heimdall only wanted a drink, and drank it without a sip. He even took out a booklet from his pocket, pulled out the shield-shaped yellow Bronze badge bookmark.At first glance, he thought he was reading some thought-provoking world famous book, but after a closer look, it turned out to be a mini supplement that came with the comprehensive edition of last year's "Witcher".

Beru was not sure what he was going to do when he suddenly became carefree, and just about to ask about the next itinerary, Heimdall raised his eyes and asked him, "What is your job?"

Beru was speechless, "Aren't you my admirer? You don't even know this?" Finally, he had the opportunity to justifiably despise him, and Mr. Magic, who had been a coward for a day, felt proud.

"With all due respect, you're already out of date for me." Heimdall didn't want to take him for granted. "That's right, I was indeed your admirer back then, does this have something to do with your work?" It's not the work of worshiping him.

Beru was silent for a moment, trying his best to calm himself down, especially when talking with Strulusson.

"I am a teacher."

Heimdall almost spit out the drink in his mouth, and hurriedly put down the glass.

Beru glanced angrily at Heimdall, who was scrutinizing his face, and was not surprised by such a result.

"Which magic school?"

"It's not a magic school. I work in a wizard welfare institution, and I can't be considered a teacher in the strict sense. It's just that we call it that, and we've gotten used to it over time."

"Your profession is great." Heimdall's sincere evaluation is a different matter for people.

Of course, Beru saw what Heimdall meant, and Heimdall didn't hide it. Beru shrugged and didn't take him seriously.

There is a column for outstanding contributions in France's Mr. Magic selection, and Heimdall speculates that his career may be one of the important reliances for his final selection.

Duncan works in a medical institution, which specializes in orphans and disabled children, which is also quite beneficial... Then he feels ashamed of his real worldly sophistication, Duncan's career is not used as a tool to win votes, and he is insulting Duncan by saying that.

"What's the matter with you?" Beru was inexplicable when he found that he suddenly looked depressed.

Heimdall shook his head, "I'm just reflecting."

Beru saw him staring at a coloring page in a daze, and leaned over to have a look. The character on this page was Duncan Orwell.

"Your friend? Or your sweetheart?"

Heimdall came to his senses when he heard this sentence, blinked his eyes outside the window, and said seriously, "This is the next Mister Magic."

Beru can't speak, it seems that he hasn't retired yet...

"That's my sweetheart."

Following Heimdall's gaze, Mr. Victor Krum came walking, some men and women in the bar suddenly fell silent, and then whispered while carefully peeking.

"How did you find this place?" Heimdall gave way on the sofa booth, and Victor took a seat beside him.

"I didn't see you at the street corner. I wanted to wait at the entrance of the institution. I happened to see you when I passed by this bar." For a person whose teeth were itchy at one time, Master Kroom could talk and laugh freely, which showed his strong psychological quality.

They are contestants.

Heimdall pursed his lips and kissed back a few times. It was right to choose a seat facing the street and by the window.

Beru, who was faded into the background, calmly picked up the teacup, but was choked by Heimdall's "You can go back".

Beru stared, and Heimdall said, "I'm waiting for my boyfriend, we're going back, you should go back too."

It turned out that he was just a companion to pass the time. According to his meaning, he could actually leave long ago.

Heimdall didn't mean to introduce them, so Victor assumed that this person didn't exist, so he didn't have the obligation to say goodbye.

Beru got up with a dark face, and Heimdall said to him: "Thank you, I will trouble you today."

Bellu paused for a moment and didn't look back.

Heimdall and Victor ate something in this store, and when they checked out, the boss told them with a smile on his face that someone had already paid for it.

Looking at the boss's friendly smiling face like a chrysanthemum, Heimdall thought that Beru must have paid a lot in advance, far exceeding the actual price.

"He's quite personable, no wonder he was elected Mr. Magic." Heimdall lamented to Victor that his attitude today was not kind.

Could it be that the demeanor he believes in his heart can be equated with whether he has taken advantage of himself?Victor looked at him speechlessly.

Victor really wanted to tell him that the selection of Mr. Magic had little to do with demeanor, but with whether he would put on airs and his own hypocrisy.

The thing called upbringing shackles Master Krum's desire to make irresponsible remarks. He weighed and struggled in every possible way, telling himself repeatedly that Rieger definitely doesn't like what he did, and finally regretfully gave up the hard-won opportunity to smear him.It is a painful and joyful thing to try to maintain a tall and glorious image in front of the sweetheart, and the master deeply feels it.

Back in the bedroom on the three-masted ship, Heimdall and Victor changed out of the robes and thick cloaks they had gone out. Neither of them wore school uniforms to show off.

Before keeping his promise and taking Xiao Bayan and Olar out to Feifei, Heimdall took a moment to happily brag about his impressive performance today.Male creatures are born with a talent for bragging, and as one of the males, Mr. Stulupine is no exception.

If Mister Magic were here, he would definitely be surprised, he couldn't find the calm and steady posture just now.

Victor laughed as he listened, feeling that the person in front of him was very interesting, he winked and looked up, and maybe after a while he would start throwing his waist and twisting his hips, laughing out loud.