HP's Foreign Land

The breakfast time passed quickly, and the old clock placed on the bar made a light "click". Heimdall looked back at the time, and it was time to visit the magic institution.

"Your pocket watch hasn't been repaired yet?" said Dumbledore.

Heimdall blinked his eyes and said nothing. Dumbledore looked down and found that he was looking at his hand, and he smiled and lifted up the thing in his hand. "I like this handkerchief very much, too."

"Can you?" Heimdall said eagerly.

Dumbledore handed him the handkerchief, and the two had a lively discussion about suits.

He only glanced at the handkerchief that Heimdall was full of praise for, and then quickly turned his eyes away. Rommel took another big sip of water, patiently not to refute their taste.It is very impolite to pour cold water on others when they are in a good mood. The most important thing is that you will appear to be putting on airs and being narrow-minded. Rommel tried to divert attention through various speculations. This process is painful.

Dumbledore introduced a few small shops he frequented, all of which are in Belgium and are easy to find. Dumbledore also generously presented a map of Belgium, which is different from the tourist map of Muggles. The marked locations can only be found by wizards.

As a courtesy, Heimdall stretched his legs and pulled up his trouser legs to show off his new socks.

Dumbledore likes it very much, and Heimdall thinks he likes it very much. The old headmaster praised the embroidery on it as a highlight, and Heimdall deeply agrees.

Seeing how speculative they were talking, Rommel was speechless and asked the sky.What the hell is Krum doing, hasn't it taken so long to correct Rigg's aesthetics? !

"Sorry, I'm leaving, it's almost time for my magic show." Heimdall stood up reluctantly, God knows how difficult it is to find someone with similar interests.

It's a pity that he and Victor have no common language in this regard, they just respect each other's interests.Respect and tolerance are prerequisites for coexistence.This is the master's attitude towards Heimdall's taste. For the master, even if Heimdall puts his shoes on his head, he will try his best to adapt to this unique preference.It just might take a little longer.

Dumbledore nodded, and took back his handkerchief, along with the little note that Heimdall had written him the address of the sock shop.

"I've had a detailed discussion with the magical establishment," said Dumbledore, drawing a new notice from his cloak pocket. "You don't need to go to the reception hall to get a new number, just take the elevator down and hand this notice to the examiner in charge."

Heimdall took it thankfully, and Dumbledore just looked at him, obviously there was still something to say between them.

"On the second day after the summer vacation started, I found a time-honored wizard watch shop in Sofia. They saw the black lacquered parts and decisively asked me to buy a new pocket watch." Heimdall was helpless. road. "Now it's just an empty shell, still disconnected."

"I'm sorry." Dumbledore sighed.

"Sooner or later, some things must become the past, aren't they?"

A thick silver eyebrow raised slightly, "That's right."

When saying goodbye to his father, Heimdall said: "Dad, you are in your office... Oh, the office may not be appropriate, you should install a telephone in your residence, so that we can get in touch easily, as long as you want, We can call every day and hear each other’s voices all the time.”

Rommel was attracted by "hearing each other's voices all the time", and watched his son leave the Rainbow Leprechaun Cafe with great interest, until he could no longer see through the window, he turned his head to look at Dumbledore.

"I suppose you know what a 'telephone' is?"

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"Sturluson..."

Heimdall looked back, but found nothing, turned back and continued walking, the call came again.

"Sturluson!"

Heimdall turned around again, oh, this time he saw someone, a wizard flashed out from another alley, and moved towards him looking around, his posture was like a spy movie.At first, Heimdall backed away with some defensiveness, but the wizard probably noticed it, and suddenly quickened his pace and ran to him, pulled back the cloak hat abruptly, and hurriedly put it back on again.

"Professor Golden?" Heimdall was surprised. He was wearing a black cloak with a hood. His entire face was looming in the shadow of the cloak hat. His complexion was not very good, and there was panic in his eyes.

Heimdall was even more puzzled, "Are you... hiding from your creditors?"

Gordon, who seemed to be still vigilantly looking around, took time out of his busy schedule to give him a hard look.

Oh no.Heimdall touched his nose.

"Why did you call Dumbledore here?" Golden seemed to have a problem.

"You think I can command Professor Dumbledore?!" Heimdall rolled his eyes back. "The professor is here for hot chocolate!"

Golden quickly accepted this statement, which shows how famous Professor Dumbledore is.

"That old guy made me wait so long in that cafe for nothing..." Golden was indignant.

Heimdall didn't understand at first, but suddenly realized after a while, "You are the one dozing off in the corner of the den."

Gordon said nothing.

"Did you pay him back the money?"

"How do you know about money?!" Golden blew his beard and stared, seeing Heimdall's disapproving look, and whispered, "That old guy is amazing, I heard that Gellert fell into his hands Inside." The words reveal the taboo towards Dumbledore.

"He made Grindelwald..." Heimdall scratched his neck with his hands in surprise.

"Gellert is not dead!" Golden was sure. "That guy is not so easy to be completely solved."

"Then where is he now?"

"I don't know." Gordon shook his head.

Heimdall asked confusedly, "What are you..."

"Last time you missed a chance to exhibit because of something, I'm here to take a look today."

Could it be that every time he came to the magic institution, he hid from the side and stared?

"You are too dedicated, Professor Golden."

Golden blushed from his teasing old face, but was fortunately blocked by the shadow of his hat.

Just as he was in a hurry when he came, he also appeared to be in a hurry when he went.Before leaving, he looked at Heimdall hesitantly. He might have thought it was unnecessary, but he turned around and told him, "Be careful recently."

"What?" Heimdall narrowed his eyes, feeling that his tone and attitude did not sound like unfounded worries.

"They started looking for me everywhere again. Although I don't think you and I have much to do with it and are unlikely to be included in their list, there is no reason for those guys to become a bunch of mad dogs if they find what they think they are." Gordon's deliberately low voice sounded hissy.

"who are they?"

"His believers."

he?

Judging from Gordon's secretive attitude, the answer is self-evident.

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When Heimdall found his display location according to the notice given to him by Dumbledore, the evaluation experts in charge of the second level were already ready, and the expected four new faces.The evaluation experts of the magic institution also conduct evaluation step by step by category, with their own levels of responsibility.

Heimdall apologized repeatedly, and the four experts said in a gracious and magnanimous manner that it was okay, and asked him to pay attention next time, but he looked up at the clock in the room and found that he was not late at all.

Heimdall's face twitched a little, and he desperately told himself to be steady and not to offend these people, at least not today.

Time to buy a new pocket watch.Heimdall was feeling sentimental, and the call had already begun.

His opportunity to demonstrate magic today was actually the one he was absent from last time, which was the second round of demonstrating the first three of the six magics he declared.

Boom explosions, movement spells, and summoning spells.

From the second round, the evaluation experts began to ask questions, and the magic demonstration began to be targeted.The evaluation of the questions is from simple to difficult, and the second round should be the easiest questions.Of course, this simplicity is based on the magic mechanism.

It was still the big circle with defensive magic, and he stepped in under the command of the expert. Today, no one competes with Heimdall for who is first.

The first thing to be evaluated was the boom explosion, and three identical chairs suddenly appeared on the opposite side.

The four evaluators on each side nodded to each other, and then said to the one in Heimdall: "Our topic is please blow up the chair in the middle."

After a while, the chair in the middle fell apart under the influence of the spell, and the chairs on both sides were overturned by the splintered pieces of wood, and the ground was in a mess.

No matter how carefully you look at it, even if you leveled the entire floor, the appraisers still don't change their faces. Although it is somewhat frustrating, it also shows that they are conscientious in their work, which is consoling.

The ground was cleared in an instant, and five chairs that were the same as before appeared in front of Heimdall. This time, the topic was to blow up the middle one.

Testing the accuracy of magic throws?Heimdall raised his hand in thought, his performance was the same as before, and the chair in the middle cracked into splashing wooden pieces.

The experts glanced at each other indiscriminately. Heimdall thought there was one more question, but there was no sign and they went directly to the next round, the demonstration of the movement spell.Different from the impression given to him by the experts in the first round of presentation, the evaluation team in charge of the second round of presentation seems to advocate vigorous and resolute action.

In the first round of demonstrations, his movement spell was just to let the chair walk happily like an animal. This time, of course, it was more than that. There were also two questions. The first question was not much different from walking. The experts asked him to show the chair. Another sport mode.

Heimdall asked to go out of the circle, and the experts agreed.Heimdall manipulated the chair to crawl like a gecko on the flat wall, and the chair legs left black spots on the whitewashed walls, and the experts turned a blind eye to these blemishes.

At the same time they called a stop, they threw out the second topic of the movement spell display. Each of the four experts contributed one item, all of which were random, and Heimdall had to choose one of them to cast the movement spell.The second question is more difficult than the first question. After all, chairs can be seen everywhere, and it is not impossible to master them in private.

Matchboxes, quills, handkerchiefs, and last but not least a portable flagon.

Heimdall chose the handkerchief, and the unchanging expressions of the four experts finally changed subtly. He chose the option that they agreed that he would never choose.

Heimdall took the men's handkerchief, green and yellow plaid on a blue background.It stands to reason that if such a color combination is done properly and elegantly, the effect is remarkable. Unfortunately, the shop that sells this handkerchief does not know what happened. The dyed blue, green, and yellow colors are dull. No matter how you look at it, it looks awkward. It's as clean as it is, but in short, it's a failure in terms of artistic effect.

The other three experts looked at the expert who provided the handkerchief at the same time, and the owner of the handkerchief bowed his head in embarrassment.

"This handkerchief is so beautiful!" a person without taste praised it.

Those eyes, that expression were definitely not faked for flattery, so the experts were in a trance.

"Thank you, I like it too." The owner of the handkerchief smiled.

The other three experts became more and more in a trance.

Several experts were still distracted, but Heimdall had already folded the handkerchief into a limp mouse with quick hands and feet. When the movement spell was cast on the mouse, the mouse was like a living creature that had been given life. Heimdall wrapped around his arms and climbed onto his shoulders.

In fact, the evaluation of magic also pays attention to some surprises. Just imagine, these evaluation experts stay in one place all day long to watch people "juggle". There is nothing wrong with constantly changing tricks and leaving a good impression on the evaluation team.

Heimdall admitted that his thinking is quite heavenly, and people in the heavenly love to think about it when they have nothing to do, and the above is what he came up with.

It is still unknown whether the unexpected effect was in place or not. The owner of the handkerchief liked the mouse very much. Heimdall wanted to open the handkerchief and fold it neatly and return it to him. .

Heimdall looked at him expectantly, and he said to Heimdall: "There is only one magic left for today's demonstration, let's start if there is no objection."

Heimdall obediently walked back to stand in the circle.

The summoning spell began, and his ghost appeared again.

"Let's see how you manipulate it," one expert demanded.

"What should I do?" Heimdall felt that the exam questions were too ambiguous.

"Let it do whatever it wants."

Heimdall raised his wand and stretched out his right hand. The quiet ghost slowly raised his arm, and then assumed the same posture as Heimdall.Heimdall lowered his arms, and a moment later, the goblin lowered his arms too.Heimdall kicked his foot, and the ghost followed suit, but the bony black and blue instep was really unsightly.

This set of actions seems meaningless, but it is very difficult for Heimdall who manipulates ghosts. How much does a wizard have to practice the summoning spell to make the summoned living creatures consistent with his own heart and hands?

He has read a lot of books, and the answers are varied. The descriptions of black magic creatures are often vague. So far, no one can give a clear and effective answer.

Heimdall can only explore by himself, and his way is to constantly summon the ghost and use it.The effect is as shown now. It is very simple to let a summoned black magic creature go to fight, because the order often only needs to be issued once, and it will follow suit. But when an order becomes a series of orders, it is much more difficult to execute , Just like stretching out your hands and feet, the reaction of ghosts is always a beat slower.

The experts looked at each other and wanted to laugh a little. If it was a proposition composition competition with prompts, Heimdall was destined to be out because he made a mistake in reviewing the questions.

He overcomplicated what the experts said.The experts asked him to manipulate the ghost to move. In fact, he just let the ghost go around a few times. It doesn't need to be as hard as it is now. The second round of evaluation doesn't need to reach the heart-to-heart agreement. Those experts who are in charge of higher levels The propositional form we should come up with.

When Heimdall finished a set of movements and looked at the experts anxiously because of his unsatisfactory performance, the experts had already put on their calm and expert appearance, and looked at him dignifiedly and distantly. It made Heimdall's little heart thump even more.

"The second question begins, you prepare." The experts said to him.

Heimdall didn't know what to prepare, so he smiled dryly.

A ghoul appeared out of nowhere, wearing a ridiculous pink wool cap on its head, the pink color made its withered skin look like a dry black mud, wearing an oversized white nightgown , with a dead tree-like palm holding a lady's tobacco rod, even if it suddenly appeared in front of Heimdall's eyes, it would not prevent it from tasting the tobacco with a fascinated expression.

Most ghouls like to smoke, and they are naturally heavy smokers.

"Ready?" one expert said.

Heimdall shook his head blankly, and nodded again. The expert didn't bother with his inconsistency, but only recognized the last nod. The expert stepped into the circle and quickly knocked out the cigarette stick in the ghoul's hand, and the stick slipped after falling to the ground. Out of the magic circle, the expert quickly withdrew.

The ghoul without the pipe was stunned, and then looked around blankly. Heimdall guessed that some kind of spell might have been cast on the ghost beforehand. The pipe stopped on the ground not far from the circle, but it Turning a blind eye, walking around in a hurry between the square inches of the circle.

The appearance of the ghoul became more and more ferocious as time went by. When it showed its sharp fangs and claws and rushed towards the only living creature it saw, Heimdall commanded the ghost to attack immediately.

The ghost and the ghoul passed a trick, and the judgment was judged from top to bottom. The ghoul was fighting the ghost controlled by the wizard, not the ghost itself.The ghost's sharp claws are very good. Heimdall didn't make the ultimate move to eat the liver, so the ghost forcibly tore off one of the ghoul's fingers, and a black liquid that looked like blood came out from the cut. , the ghoul screamed in pain again and again.

Compared with the artificially domesticated ghoul guards of Hercules, this ghoul is vulnerable.

Then, the ghoul's escape technique appeared, his whole body froze, and he fell to the ground with a bang like a stone slab. If it wasn't for the protection of the spell, the wooden floor would definitely be scrapped.At this time, the ghoul is like a statue, heavy and hard, which is a skill they rely on to escape.

"You can come out."

Heimdall still wanted to go up and take a closer look at the ghoul that had turned into a "coffin board", but the experts began to order him to be expelled.

"Today's presentation ends here." An expert took his notice. "Go back and wait for the notice."

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Heimdall left the alley without apparating in a hurry. He took out his wand, which was stained with blood from the ghoul's severed finger. He didn't expect the shriveled finger of the ghoul to fly So much blood.

"Today's performance is not bad," he said to himself while wiping his wand. "I think it's okay, I should be able to pass, but the command of the ghost is still a bit reluctant, but this is my problem, not your problem. I think your performance today is great!"

He touched the magic wand that had been with him for many years, as if responding to his master's joy, a faint apple fragrance wafted out, and Heimdalton felt refreshed, and he put it away with a smile.

He turned to another alleyway, which was empty.

"Honey, would you like some chocolate?"

A middle-aged woman with chestnut curly hair came up from behind with a bamboo basket and looked at him with a smile. The woman's smile easily aroused the favor of others, and her voice sounded very gentle.

Heimdall laughed involuntarily, shook his head and said, "Oh, no—"

The middle-aged woman grabbed his throat with lightning speed and precision, and the second half of her voice stopped abruptly. Heimdall suddenly opened her eyes wide, and there was a trace of cruelty in the woman's eyes. Her strength was very strong, He pushed Heimdall back again and again and hit the ancient stone wall behind him.

The stone wall was like a sponge bending and squeezing inwards with the pressure of the two, and it only took a blink of an eye for them to sink in.

The stone wall quickly returned to its original appearance, standing quietly and innocently, as if nothing had happened.

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The stone wall was empty and silent. I couldn’t tell how big it was. The darkness filled the entire space. There was only a brazier piled up half a person’s height that continuously radiated light and heat, but the effect was extremely limited. dark.

Heimdall was pressed to the ground by the woman. Some kind of magic seemed to be arranged in this space. He tried several times to transform into an Animagus but ended in failure. His hands and feet could hardly move. He can only lie there and let others slaughter him.

It's over, Heimdall thought desperately, could it be that today I'm going to explain here?

The woman only said one word to him after they came to this space, "Where is he?"

"Who are you asking?" As soon as these words came out, the hands stuck around the neck tightened, and Heimdall began to feel difficult to breathe.

"Where is he?" The woman said the same thing.

Heimdall is really at a loss...

[They started looking for me everywhere again.Although I don't think you and I have much to do with being on their list, it doesn't make sense for those guys to turn into a bunch of mad dogs if they find what they think they are. 】Damn it!no? !Didn't he become a victim of an unwarranted disaster? !

Heimdall said with difficulty: "I really don't know..."

The whole space suddenly brightened, and Heimdall's pupils shrank uncomfortably, and then enlarged in horror. They were surrounded by a circle of wizards wearing dark camel hooded cloaks. These wizards folded their chests and lowered their heads in silence, like cold reliefs on the wall , staring coldly at everything that happened in front of him.

The woman dragged him up with both arms, and Heimdall found that his hands and feet could move. He pushed the woman away with all his strength, and a clear spot appeared in his mind, and the apparition sounded, But in the next second, he fell back in embarrassment, a golden rope formed by magic was tied to his feet, and the other end of the rope was connected to the magic wand of a certain cloaked wizard.

These cameos are not as innocuous as they appear.

Damn it!Apparition Stopping Curse!

Heimdall's neck was strangled again, he moved his hand, and the wand slipped out of his sleeve, but it failed to fall into his palm as smoothly as every time before.

A red light hit his hand, and the wand fell to the ground, where a cloaked wizard approached to pick it up.Due to lack of oxygen, Heimdall's vision gradually became blurred, but he still clearly saw the embroidery on the wizard's chest. It was a triangular shape that he had seen thousands of times. At this moment, it looks like a monster's mouth full of blood, gleaming with bloodthirsty ferocity in the cold flames.

"Where is he?" someone asked again.

Heimdall gritted his teeth, "I don't even know what you guys are talking about!"

The next second, his wand was thrown into the brazier. Heimdall opened his eyes incredulously, and blood rushed into his brain. He wanted to yell at him, curse at him, and curse him with the most ugly words in the world. However, he just looked slowly at the wizard.Although he couldn't see his facial features clearly, the wizard's posture was leisurely, as if he was playing tricks on an insignificant ant.

There was a crackling sound in the brazier, and Heimdall was attracted by the flashing strange color in the firelight. Although it was faint, the strange color shone persistently, and it was unique in the orange light.

The wizard thought that Heimdall had been hit by the burning of his wand, so he didn't pay much attention to the situation in the brazier.

As the flashes appeared frequently, Heimdall suddenly realized something. Although it was absurd, the current situation did not allow him to think about it. Every point he could win was a point. Suddenly, Heimdall's awareness of survival was unprecedentedly high.

"I said... I said... I know you guys are amazing..." He stammered and begged for mercy, his eyes were half down, and he looked timid and afraid of getting into trouble.

The woman still grabbed his neck, and he said in pain: "You, can you relax a little bit, I can't breathe, I'm out of breath..."

The middle-aged woman looked at the wizard. The wizard stretched out his palm in a buckskin glove, grabbed Heimdall's chin and forced him to look up at her.Heimdall looked into the black cloak hat, his eyes were full of fear, the bright tears swirled in his eye sockets, his nose twitched, it seemed that if he made any louder, he would burst into tears and howl, looking Very poor.

The wizard let go of his hand and gestured to the woman. Heimdall's neck was loosened. He seemed to be coughing in pain. He swept the brazier in a blink of an eye, and the strange color shone with fiery white light, and he became unstable. Shaking, it looks like it's about to explode.

Heimdall turned around unsteadily, the wizard seemed to have noticed something, and reached out to grab it.Heimdall kicked hard on the support of the brazier, and the brazier fell to the ground.The strange color in the flames erupted with a deafening roar, and countless coals wrapped in flames radiated towards the surroundings. Those charcoal fires shot towards those cloaked wizards as if they were alive. The chilling cloaked wizards scurry around the room like a swarm of headless chickens.

The two closest to Heimdall ate the most charcoal fire. The middle-aged woman screamed and tried to extinguish the flames on her body, but the flames burned more and more.

The sound of crying and cursing echoed throughout the room.

Heimdall is the only unhindered person in the entire space, all charcoal fires avoid him, and even repel those who want to approach him.

Heimdall saw a magic wand lying on the ground not far away. He didn't know who dropped it. When he rushed over, another wizard also rushed over. When they wrestled and snatched it together, there was another explosion The sound boomed.

However, the wizards in the room had long since lost their original vigilance.

A gap suddenly opened in the darkness, light squeezed in from the gap, the gap expanded instantly, and finally became a long hole.When Heimdall saw the scenery outside the hole, he was refreshed. Someone blasted away the stone wall just now from the outside.

The wizard who was fighting with him for the wand was dazed by the sudden drastic change, with hesitation and fear in his eyes, and Heimdall snatched the wand while he was in a daze.

"All petrochemical!"

Heimdall quickly got out of the hole, leaving those vicious wizards frozen there to be hit by the charcoal fire.

my wand...

Heimdall felt sore in his heart. As mentioned earlier, this situation sounds like a fantasy, but Heimdall is willing to believe this fantasy because he has witnessed it with his own eyes.

Even when destroyed, it helped me.

He staggered under his feet, and a hand wearing an azurite glove came out and grabbed him. Heimdall struggled in fright, and a strange voice came from his ear, "Please believe me, hold on to me, and follow me .”

He just saved himself.With that in mind, Heimdall took his hand back, and they Apparated.

After they appeared in another place, Heimdall was willing to take a moment to listen to his explanation of the ins and outs - he must have brought him out not just to save his life - he sent him near Rhodope Manor .

Heimdall squinted his eyes and looked at him. This man was dressed exactly like those cloaked wizards just now. No, the color of the robe was slightly different. His cloak was light camel, and the gloves they wore were also of different colors.

Who is he?

This strange brave man let go of his hands, took three big steps backwards, bent his knees, prostrated himself on the ground, and prostrated himself in front of Heimdall. The whole process was smooth and smooth, without a trace of procrastination or hesitation.

To be honest, Heimdall is in a bad mood now. Although I guess there is a difference between the two, although this person saved his life, it is still difficult to destroy the hatred in his heart for his beloved wand. Who let this person's chest It is also embroidered with the triangular pattern that looks particularly eye-catching now.

Chief Sturluson's head is a little dizzy, traitor?Betrayal?Why do you want to kowtow to Lao Tzu?

His uncle!what is happening?