HP's Foreign Land

"What's the matter?" Raifson couldn't help asking, being pulled forward by Heimdall.

"Change the book." He said so, without stopping.

Raifson let out an "oh" and walked forward without any doubts about Heimdall's mobilization.

People came and went on the road, and they were a little curious about the combination of them holding hands one after the other.

They turned around in the castle, and no matter how slow Lefson's reaction was, he could see something was wrong. Heimdall told him bluntly that he didn't know the way. Later, Lefson was in front and Heimdall was behind. .

On the way, I ran into several professors from Hogwarts, and among them, the reaction to Snape was the most violent. The reaction here refers to the lion cub Lephson, and the mouse shrank its neck like a cat and went straight behind Heimdall. hide.

However, Snape had a sharp eye, and he paid special attention to Heimdall who appeared suddenly. What's more, Lephson was walking in front just now. panoramic view.

Snape stopped in front of them, and stared unkindly. Through Heimdall's right shoulder, he could clearly see a small piece of "melon rind" on the top of Raifson's head. His brain had already betrayed him.

Snape narrowed his eyes, his expression was as gloomy as ever, and he was a little oppressive, but he didn't pull him out immediately.

Heimdall wondered how he was suddenly so talkative, and Snape's gaze turned to his face.

Heimdall smiled, "I'm about to exchange books with Mr. Raiferson."

Snape glanced at the cloth bag in his hand and nodded, "I ran into Professor Flitwick just now when I came out of the staff room."

His back was suddenly pulled, and Lephson grabbed Heimdall's robe nervously, as if he was afraid that he would leave and throw himself to the "scourge".

Heimdall looked at Snape, who had gloomy eyebrows and a deep expression, and somewhat understood why many students were afraid of him.

Snape knew that Heimdall was busy with the magic institution recently, so he asked in detail. When Heimdall said that all the six spells declared had received the qualification for the second-level exam, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. If he hadn't been staring at his face, Heimdall thought it would be almost impossible to notice it.

Snape keenly grasped Heimdall's hesitation to speak, and looked at him calmly.

Heimdall was encouraged by his calm posture, and whispered: "Take a step to speak."

They all knew that it was addressed to the child behind them.

Raphson didn't dare to make a sound, but his ears were pricked up. He was startled when he heard this, his lowered eyes rolled around, and he reacted suddenly, and hurriedly let go of his hand as if he was being burned by something.

Heimdall nodded secretly.

Lephson's figure was suddenly exposed to the blue sky and broad daylight. At first, he was a little flustered, but later he found that Professor Snape had selectively blinded him and ignored him.

They step aside.

"What do you want to say to me?" Snape lowered his voice very much.

"Do you still have any impression of the Forbidden Forest that I accidentally entered on the night of the full moon?"

"Impressive." Snape was unequivocal.

Heimdall was silent for a moment, and said, "I have always been grateful for the tireless efforts of the professors to save me. I know it is wrong to doubt others so arbitrarily..."

Snape suddenly realized that the problem might be more complicated than he imagined, he quickly interrupted Heimdall, "What are you trying to say?"

"Where was Professor Moody that night?"

Snape froze for a moment, this name really exceeded expectations too much.

"It's impossible..." Snape struggled to speak.

"Impossible what?" Heimdall asked.

Snape met Heimdall's eyes, yeah, impossible what?

What is he rebutting?What is impossible to refute?Or what caused his subconscious reaction?Snape's brows furrowed together.

"Who else did you tell about this?"

Seeing that he was paying attention, Heimdall hurriedly explained what he had just discovered, including his confusion about the identical pair of shoes, and the conversation he overheard that night between the unknown person and the werewolf leader.

"You didn't tell Professor Dumbledore that." Snape sighed after pondering for a moment.

Heimdall touched his head, he didn't know why he didn't tell, but he later told Professor Katenen about it.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, with a troubled expression on his face, Snape's expression became a little gentler, "Why did you tell me?"

Heimdall smiled wryly, "I don't want to create unwarranted panic, and I'm also worried that I'm unilaterally alarmist. In fact, nothing happened. Maybe you are the only British professor in my heart who doesn't treat me as an outsider. Some contempt and displeasure due to extra speculation.”

A pair of strangely shaped boots with metal patches can't explain anything. This alone can't be proved in court and won't be trusted by anyone.However, the instructor of the police corps once taught him that he should cultivate a pair of doubtful eyes, learn to peel off cocoons from many doubts, and collage out what can really be used by himself and can really advance the progress of the case. Feel unrealistic and give up - the devil's greatest trick is to make people believe that it doesn't exist.

Heimdall, who has seen the dizzying and awe-inspiring feats of the police corps, firmly believes in the instructor's words. He has been trying to learn, try to improve, and try to learn to doubt with his eyes.

This was not the first time that Heimdall had met Moody since that night, but it was the first time that Heimdall had noticed the details of the shoes, which showed that he did not yet have the consciousness that the instructor said.

The pool of water in the UK is too deep, and it is too inappropriate for an outsider who is still inexperienced to point fingers in it.

Heimdall's heartfelt remarks made Snape really happy. In other words, it was trust in him, and trust in him alone.

"You are right, I will never treat you as an outsider."

When Snape realized that his hand was about to fall on top of Heimdall's head, he immediately changed direction and landed on his shoulder. Touching the head to coax the child was no longer suitable for the current Rigg, and the child unconsciously It's grown so big.

Thinking of my own age, and the friends who passed away in loneliness with the condemnation of everyone and the incomprehension of my sweetheart, I sent away batch after batch of Professor Snape, the future pillars of the British magic world, facing the dark green gradually covered On the campus in late spring, I sighed that the youth is fleeting.

Watching Snape stride away, the admiration in the eyes of Raifson, who shrank aside and pretended to be deaf and dumb, was beyond words. He had never seen Professor Snape so amiable, at least not in front of them Gryffindors.

"You call that amiable?"

"Not a single serious word!" Lephson insisted on his own judgment.

Heimdall is speechless, Professor, what kind of existence do you look like to these students? !

After this sudden episode passed, they looked at each other silently for a moment, and the two respectively remembered what they were here for.

"Rig!"

Heimdall saw several seniors waving to him not far away.

"Aren't you going to play Quidditch?" When Heimdall came out, they were dragging Victor, yelling to fight Hogwarts for [-] rounds.

Just after asking Heimdall, he realized something else. Although they were wearing uniforms of the same style, their spirits were exceptionally vigorous. Their hair was well-groomed and shiny, and the refreshing scent of men's perfume wafted from their nostrils. Even the dark school uniform can't block the red light on the face, all of them are blooming, their brows are full of spring, and their eyes are unnaturally bright. This appearance...is it spring when spring is passing and summer is approaching?

"Dating?" Heimdall asked again, and then felt that something was wrong. Could it be that five people are going on a group date?

One of the seniors was not in a hurry to answer the question, and glanced at the little Hogwarts boy with wide-eyed eyes. As soon as Raphson met his gaze, he lowered his head in fright.

"That's it?" The senior brother squinted at Lephson.

"I have something to do with him, why do you ask this?" Heimdarch asked, just about to introduce Raifson to them, but the brothers waved their hands.

"What is there to know about a man?"

Don't bring yourself to hate yourself, right?They are not men?

Heimdall raised his eyebrows calmly, "I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you."

"Wait." They grabbed his arms and looked around with sly eyes. Heimdall really wanted to tell Raifson that he didn't know them.

"Rig, do you think I have great hopes?" The brother closest to him pointed his finger, and Heimdall looked in the direction. It was a girl with chocolate-colored hair in a ponytail. She was with someone else. While chatting, listening carefully to what others are saying, the demeanor is very gentle and quiet.

"Very good." Heimdall confirmed his gaze.

"I'm warning you, she's my favorite, don't snatch her from me." The senior brother guessed that he was used to bullies, so he opened his mouth and got angry.

Heimdall raised the corners of his mouth, and his senior brother laughed terribly, "What, what?"

"I don't even fancy her." Heimdall said softly.

The senior brother was expressionless for a few seconds, then suddenly covered his face, wriggling around in disbelief, "Don't seduce me, I'm actually very sensitive and fragile."

The people around are all embarrassed.

The other four brothers kicked him away, surrounded Heimdall and said, "How about it, do you think there is hope?"

Heimdall looked at them hesitantly, "Have you all fallen in love with that girl?"

"How is it possible? Our taste is so bad!" Ignoring the previous senior brother's protest, they cast aside Heimdall's wild guesses.

Then why are you so excited!Heimdall was speechless.

Under the eager gaze of several senior brothers, Heimdall said, "I have never dated a girl..."

"You are better than us, at least you have been in love." Several senior brothers told him not to be overly modest, pride and the like are the most annoying.

"... British girls are easy to get along with." Probably.Heimdall thought about how he got along with the British girls, and felt that they were quite educated and reasonable. Compared with Beauxbaton's arrogant French beauty, the advantages of the British girls were immediately reflected.

"Have you heard that, hurry up!" The four brothers shook their fists at someone who was still pretending to be weak.

This is not encouraging people to look for spring to bid farewell to being single, it is clearly forced conscription.

Under the coercion of everyone, the not-so-confident senior brother turned pale.

It wasn't until this time that Heimdall understood the thoughts of these four people. It was like buying stocks. People who made money in the warehouse had to go ahead. They were watching the stock market to determine the market trend so that they could make money in the future. a sum.

The senior who was sent to eat crabs was still very masculine in front of people. In order to highlight his tall image and show his sincerity, his expression was particularly devout when talking to that girl.

After saying a few words, the senior brother suddenly covered his face and burst into tears.

That Hogwarts girl, including the few around her, everyone was full of embarrassment.

"Go, go, don't come, go..." The four heartless seniors didn't let him come back, feeling too shameful.

Brother covering his face couldn't find a shoulder to lean on, and finally hugged Heimdall with tears streaming down his face.

"English girls are too sharp."

"What did she say?" Heimdall believes that in order to correct errors in a targeted manner, one must first know what is wrong.

"She said she has a boyfriend." The senior brother burst into tears, feeling extremely wronged.

When Heimdall heard this, he pulled him away from him with all his strength.

Together, the four senior brothers felt that the prospects for the British side were not optimistic, so they decided to go to the French side to have a look.

The British FT100 index seems to be in a downturn and decided to switch to the French CAC40?Heimdall really couldn't laugh or cry, and felt more and more that he was wasting time.

This one is still crying.

"Okay, okay, a man bleeds, sweats and doesn't cry, why don't we get Victor to play?" Heimdall coaxed the child.

"No!" The other four immediately vetoed it. "It's hard to trick him...to stay on the Quidditch pitch. If Victor comes, will we still have a way out, and will the girls still see us!"

"That's right." This man suddenly became energetic and radiant, and his tears stopped running.

Heimdall said goodbye without looking back, and was dragged and refused to let go by the five senior brothers.

"You go say goodbye to being single, what are you dragging me for!"

"You and Victor have been together for many years. You are a famous model couple in our school. You can bring us good luck, and you won't compete with us for girls!" What a harmonious mascot.

"Don't go!" Heimdall struggled, Raifson wanted to come up to help, but was stared back fiercely by the brothers.

When the brothers are normal, they are still very imposing.

The students passing by watched in amazement as the several people pulled into a ball. Heimdall managed to free one of his arms. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a beautiful figure, who hurriedly turned his face and shouted, "Delacour!"

Little Miss Gabriel, who wanted to take a detour, had to stand still.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Image, folks!"

Before the words fell, the brothers were already looking like dogs and ready to go.

Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief, while the seniors were too busy posing in front of the little beauties and could not take care of himself, he ran over to Gabriel and said quickly, "They want to meet the girl from Beauxbatons, please introduce them to them."

Gabriel asked "Huh?" in surprise, and stared at the seniors who were pretending to be innocent and blinking.

Heimdall backed away quietly, pulling Raifson and fleeing.