HP's Foreign Land

One day in the early winter of 2000, Heimdall received a letter from the Magic Evaluation Agency. The letter was very long, and most of the content was to let him know that he would face more severe challenges after the upgrade. The central idea was: You fully performed Thanks to your extraordinary perseverance, after your long-term excellence and unremitting persistence, we are honored to inform you that you have upgraded!

It took almost a year for this level of Heimdall, you read it right, one year, at the end of 1999, he received a congratulatory letter similar to this one, the specific content was similar, just as long-winded.

Heimdall has become numb now, every magic being tested has to come to congratulate each upgrade, accepting the siege of long-winded speeches without interruption?

Heimdall put aside the stereotyped part and immersed himself in the study of the upgraded treatment.

This year's upgrade is destined to be different from all the previous ones. By the end of 2000, he had demonstrated 11 kinds of magic in the evaluation agency, 4 of which were later dropped by his own Avada, and decided not to waste time. The remaining 7 kinds of magic After these years of hard work, they have all been promoted to the highest level, just like fighting monsters, clearing the normal levels, and the rest is to carry on the past and forge ahead, stepping up to the cornerstone of becoming a god-this is written in the novel!

He read it no less than five times, but ignored the challenge mode he would face after the upgrade, and the letter did not reveal the key points he wanted to know.Inquisitor Sturluson silently put away the letter paper, and marked the time on the calendar for his next visit to the Magic Evaluation Agency.

Half a month later, he arrived as promised. He first went to the reception hall to declare his information. After the organization confirmed the review, he officially upgraded from the ordinary level of no-brain hacking to a higher level where it is difficult to move without skills.Heimdall also received a blue-green gradient wizard robe - the logo of the magic institution was embroidered on the back. It is said that only institutions of his level will issue uniforms to show the affirmation of the achievements of the wizard. The robe looks small and fresh, but it is extremely coquettish behind the upper body. The judge silently gave 32 likes to the selfless dedication of the reception staff.

Then, under the instructions of the reception staff, he went to the demonstration hall at the rear and started a new round of clearance.After upgrading to this stage, he does not need to share a demonstration hall with other demonstrators, nor does he need to team up with strangers to fight monsters under the arrangement of the organization. The gate of the world.

"Hello, may I ask..." He found a man whose upper body was covered by a newspaper sitting in the empty hall.

The man stuck his head out from behind the newspaper, "You didn't go wrong."

"Why are you?!" Heimdall was shocked.

"It will be me from now on." Grindelwald turned a page of the newspaper in his hand.

"...you will be my future evaluator?"

"I will be the one you need to defeat in the future, and the record holders of the magic you declared and demonstrated will be me." Grindelwald talked and laughed complacently.

"No... don't think that I have no idea about the record holder of declared magic!"

"Don't pay attention to those details. To be honest, it's not a problem for me to keep one more record and lose one record!" Grindelwald is never humble in the matter of minutes, because he has the capital of arrogance.

Heimdall gritted his teeth, Nima is so envious of Swollen, he can be so willful at any time!

"Would you like to practice your hands first to find out how you feel?" Lao Caipi was very understanding.

Don't look down on people, what are you talking about, come here!

Heimdall didn't dare to say that, he cleared his throat, turned around and thought about it carefully, can a low oil, disposable wand withstand the big move of the old cabbage?The judge was confused.

Grindelwald looked over the newspaper, and smiled slightly.

——Excerpt from "The Black History of Judge S"

one,

Claire moved into the wizard's tent with big bags and small bags, and brought her younger sister Bertha along. Bertha, who rarely came out to the "two-person world" with her sister, was so excited that she danced in the middle of the night. Claire looked at the energetic Bertha with a headache and complained Ask for trouble by yourself.

Claire tried all methods in vain, so she sat aside and pretended not to see it.

The guests haven't rested yet. How can the master be free? Mionnier broke away from the silent onlooker, hugged Bertha who was on the ground, and said when the other party was struggling, "Let's go take a bath first, shall we? Bertha is leaving today." After such a long journey, my body stinks."

This is of course to fool the child, how could the family be willing to suffer Bertha.

Bertha was hit knowingly by "Smelly", she stopped struggling resolutely, and directed Mionnier to immediately hug herself to wash Xiangxiang.

"Okay." Mionir smiled kindly.

Claire jumped up—sister's innocence must not be sloppy, and she chased all the way into the bathroom.Mionnier pretended to close the door, but was blocked by Claire's foot.

"You want to wash too?" Mionier said, rolling up his sleeves, as if he was going to do a big job, "Yes, but I promised to wash Bertha's fragrance first, please wait a moment if you don't mind, I will definitely And wash you clean."

Claire's murderous intent rose to level two.

"Sister, take a shower!" Bertha welcomed Claire's idea of ​​taking a bath together.

The veins on Claire's forehead were about to pop out, his eyes were ferocious, and his words were forbearing, "You, be conscious, get out!"

"Okay." Mionier released Bertha without hesitation.

"Xiaomi?" Bertha reluctantly said.

Sister, where is your eldest lady's temper? !Don't kneel and lick the enemy's sugar-coated shells!Claire was furious, this guy was indeed more dangerous than the foolish Riccardo, and he couldn't be taken lightly!

"Your sister is shy. Bertha and sister are washing their incense, and I'll wait outside." Mionier patted Bertha's head, and walked out steadily, surrounded by Claire's almost materialized rage field. Looking back beckons.

Claire slammed the door shut.

I will be shy?hehe!

On the other side of the door, Mionier happily walked towards his original seat, and picked up the unopened letters. He noticed that one of them came from Hogwarts, England, and the sender was familiar and expected. He used Magic carefully cut open the envelope.

Professor Snape hoped to meet with him in the near future. The reason was not explained. Mionir put away the letter he had read and re-planned the itinerary for tomorrow, so he was bound to make full use of every gap between games.

The next day, Bertha, who was crying endlessly, was sent away with great difficulty. Claire, who had nothing to do, took the initiative to become Mionier's follower. Sometimes she brought tea and water; when Mionier was picked on by other players' idiots, she beat him to the ground with just one hand; when Mionier went to the scoreboard to watch the current rankings, she ran faster than goblins...

A real British follower!

Mionir's personal elf Sage, who had completely lost his sense of existence, bit his handkerchief and wept bitterly.

After the lunch break, there is still a lot of free time before the next game, Mionier proposed the arrangement that he thought about last night.

"Going to the communication center? Do you want to contact someone?" Claire asked.

"Contact Professor Snape." Mionir didn't hide it.

Of course, Claire knew about Professor Severus Snape of Hogwarts, one of the best potion masters in Britain, and heard from his father that the famous Professor Snape also made great achievements in the innovation of magic spells.Professor Snape is also Uncle Rigg's godfather. Although the elders did not witness the formation of the ceremony with their own eyes - it was just out of Aunt Ivy's thoughts, but grandpa Lucius has insisted on it for many years, and Professor Snape himself has no objection This statement means that Mr. Black has been reluctant.

Claire's follower knows how to measure, "I'll try to contact Luka, I don't know how he is doing at home."

Mionnier disagreed, "I'd rather doubt my game results than believe that Luka is having a bad time at home. That kid is very smart, and he will definitely live with his grandfather when he goes back. He won't stay at home and wait obediently." Professor Carlini restrains him."

"But I can show off to him that he is being served like an emperor and he can't hide the fact that he temporarily loses his freedom. He must be furious. If he is given a chance, he will cry and compete with me for the opportunity to be your servant! Claire was beaming, she hadn't forgotten that Riccardo's "unintentional words" before leaving made her angry and ashamed.

The girl is quite vengeful.

Mionier smiled, and told himself not to forget to pretend to be ignorant when facing Luka in the future.

two,

Mionier is a contestant in this sugar mouse competition. He can use various communication services provided by the competition free of charge. Telephone - from 9:4 am to 4:[-] pm, the service will be stopped after [-]:[-] pm, and the usage time of each person is also limited.

Sugar Mouse is an international competition, and the contestants are open to all over the world, so the wizard's phone service is in short supply, because there is still a jet lag.

The communication and logistics center is located on the first floor. Walk in from the entrance on the right side of the hall, followed by a spacious and busy dome glass room. The glass room is well lit, with dense green vegetation, singing birds and flowers, and a suitable temperature. It is an ideal place to relax , even if there are no communication logistics requirements, some players will go here for two laps after the game.The glass house itself remains open to the players after the communications and logistics center closes at 4 p.m.

The two passed by the busy delivery and collection points of mail and parcels—surrounded by couriers competing with each other in the sky; they passed by the deserted wizard express service station, and the innermost one was the Floo network and wizard telephone service point.

"Telephone or fireplace?" Claire asked.

"Fireplace, I wish to meet the professor face to face."

Claire also chose the fireplace. She decided to try to connect to the fireplace at Grandpa Riccardo's house first. The old Mr. Lacarlini is a well-known conservative. Muggle technology invasion.The wizard couldn't reach his house on the phone.

Claire is not a player, and there is a certain fee for using the fireplace. Mionier tried to get close to the manager, but failed.

"Didn't you know you had to pay from the beginning?" Claire couldn't understand Mionier's frustration.

"Don't talk to me first." Mionier smiled wryly, of course he knew that he would have to pay the fee.

Claire stared at him for a few moments, then suddenly said, "Not everyone can learn Uncle Rigg's skills."

Claire believes that Heimdall's stinginess is a kind of instinct, which can be played freely and handy. This is inseparable from his own personality, temperament and appearance. Unfortunately, Mionier is too similar to his big dad. Claire can't imagine Victor. Krum flaunts cuteness for a few copper Knuts.

"I told you to ignore me for the time being!" Mionier, who was poked into the boy's mind, became furious—and he wanted to show off but failed, so he stepped into the single room with the fireplace marked 3.

Claire laughed out loud.

three,

"Change to the Mowawa school? Why?" Mionir looked at Snape at the other end of the fireplace in puzzlement.

The professor didn't change his face, [Professor Laurent will increase the teaching content of the moderate school. I discussed it with him. From now on, your amateur potion learning will be transferred to the offensive class. 】Potion production is roughly divided into two types: moderate and aggressive. The former is dedicated to curing diseases and saving lives—like an antidote; the latter, as the name suggests, has an aggressive nature, and highly poisonous potions fall into this category.In the Middle Ages, a wizard named Mowawa created a precedent for using potions to kill invisible people. Later, wizards who focused on making offensive potions were collectively called Mowawa, similar to the classification of black magic.

Mionir touched his head. Although he was a little surprised by the sudden change of direction, what he is learning now is mainly the basics, which belong to the consolidation teaching in the early stage of potion production. It is not difficult to change the style. He has no style at all.

"Okay, you are a teacher, you make up your mind," Mionier hesitated again, "Aren't the wizarding governments of various countries vigorously suppressing Mowawa pharmacists? Advocating potion teaching should be transformed into a moderate school..." Concentrating on learning ink None of the wizards of the Wawa faction will blatantly publicize this point to the outside world, and they seem to be moderate on the surface.

Snape raised his eyebrows, and Mionir's heart skipped a beat.

【Based on your current level and matching self-motivation, it will take at least a century to become a pharmacist that the wizarding government fears. ] Is the professor's remarks implying that he does not want to make progress?In terms of potion talent, he must have inherited it from his father, and the professor has some expectations for him, he can be sure of this.

【I read your report card from last month...】

Mionier immediately raised his chest and abdomen.

Unlike Snape and Mioneil's "truth revealing", Claire and Riccardo are much more relaxed. As Claire expected, Riccardo is deeply envious of his friends' freedom and unrestrainedness. When she pretended to casually show off all kinds of interesting things in recent days, little Riccardo was about to feel sour, and Claire fulfilled her wish and released the malice she had accumulated for many days.

Riccardo was shattered by the blow, and his small body went limp.

Claire changed the subject appropriately, "When will you come to America again?"

Riccardo was listless, 【Dad said he would take me to watch the closing ceremony. 】

"...Do you need me and Xiaomi to speak up for you?" Claire felt a little sympathetic.

[No, my father has no time to talk to me recently, and his mood is cloudy and cloudy. I suspect that you and Xiaomi will have the opposite effect. ] "Did you get into trouble?"

[Am I like the kind of person who forgets to bring his brain every day? 】

"picture!"

【You are so annoying...】 Riccardo twisted and covered his face.

"..." Claire was shocked.

Riccardo returned to normal in a blink of an eye, 【My mother is finally pregnant again. 】

"again?"

Riccardo stared, 【And me! 】

"Oh." Claire nodded.

I don't know why, Claire's sudden realization made him very annoyed, oh what, what do you mean!How many boys in Rickal have been having a lot of ups and downs recently, and they explode at a little bit, and they are so content with themselves that they are about to go berserk.

"Congratulations, you are going to be an older brother." Claire pretended not to notice the other party jumping.

Riccardo's anger was half gone, he looked like he didn't care, even a little disgusted, but he was actually very happy in his heart.

"I still don't know what will be born!" Kid Luka snorted proudly.

Hypocritical!

Claire didn't want to see his shy face, no matter whether Riccardo liked it or not - anyway, she was sure that the other party was still alive and kicking, so she unilaterally cut off the floo net, patted the lapel of his clothes and left gracefully.

four,

Mionier took out the cloth-covered diary that hadn’t been opened for several days at night, opened the place where he wrote it last time, dipped the quill in ink, and recorded the encounters in the past few days and the experience of the game in the notebook, as well as information about the contestants. The complaints, including being attacked by brainless fans more than once, the admired player knew this but did not control it, and turned a deaf ear to the troubles encountered by Mionier, pretending to be ignorant, Claire analyzed the man in a conspiracy theory It may be the mastermind behind it.

"Xiaomi..." Claire's voice came.

Mionnier put down his pen and turned around. Claire, who was wearing expensive satin pajamas, rubbed her eyes and stood in front of the door leading to the balcony.

"What's the matter?" Mionier brought the obviously drowsy person to his bed and asked her to sit down.

"I had a nightmare." Clare said with lingering fear after recovering.

Mionir asked Sage to heat up the milk and handed it to Claire. He said softly, "Just wake up."

Claire hummed, bowed her head and took a sip of milk. Her short hair, which was always neatly arranged, was messy and unkempt, and her raised bangs were a little sweaty. Mionier took out a handkerchief and wiped it for her. Claire got used to Mionir's approach. , naturally obedient to his actions.

"Drink the milk and go to sleep." Mionier said softly. "It's too late, it's past your bedtime."

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Claire glanced at the small table illuminated by the desk lamp.

"I'll sleep later."

Claire put down her half-drunk glass and begged, "Can I sleep here first? I don't want to be alone."

Claire's mind was in a mess, and the images in her dreams that made her scream were blurred at the moment, and she couldn't distinguish them. The only thing that made her happy was that she didn't have the panic when she first woke up. Claire felt that what she had experienced, about the dream, seemed to be It was very important, but she had no memory of it.Claire clutched her head, moaning for her uselessness.

Mionier nodded, then stopped Claire from moving the mattress and let her sleep on his own bed.

Claire happily climbed into Mionier's single bed, pulled the quilt and closed her eyes. Fortunately, the bed was wide enough, and the two of them were not too old and physically limited, so sleeping together did not seem crowded.

"Xiaomi, that dream is terrible..."

"Don't worry, I'll be with you."

With her eyes closed, Claire calmly let the drowsiness return.

After returning to the desk, Mionier lowered the light of the desk lamp. After confirming that the capacity for complaints today was about the same, he turned to a new page and planned to make a summary.There is an extra line of writing at the header of the next page that should be blank, and the handwriting appears very abruptly, because there are no previous pages.

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I am interested?Mionnier was amazed at the eclectic nature of the book. In addition to refreshing the date and attaching the weather forecast, it also provides leisure and entertainment now?Is it related to the amount of writing?The more you write, the more features you unlock?

Mionier opened his mind.

He tried to touch the line of words, but there was no response; he tried to write in the blank space again, but there was still no response; after trying several methods, another page was filled, and the line of words still existed after turning the page.

Is it just a simple printing error?

Annoyed at himself for making a big fuss, Mionir copied that sentence in the blank space out of boredom, and then a "surprise" appeared.

Benzi said: Your schedule prevents me from seeing your tomorrow.

Mionier: "..."

What about leisure and entertainment?