HP's Foreign Land

On Monday morning, Heimdall struggled to open his sleepy eyes wide and got out of bed in a daze.The morning light struggled to pass through the intersection of the two thick curtains hanging in front of the window, and the dust in the air slowly moved in the beams of light that shot towards the floor.

Heimdall fell to the ground with a thud, so dazed that he didn't even have time to scream.Grinning his teeth, he got up and looked back to see that the culprits who tripped him were Little Eight Eyes and Little Bread, they were nestled together on the carpet next to the bed and sleeping soundly.

Heimdall stared at them with a gloomy face—thanks to Merlin, he is now fully awake—they didn't feel anything, and their happy appearance deeply stimulated a certain room chief who needed to get up early.In the end, a certain head of the room just walked towards the bathroom with a numb face, and muttered to himself in self-pity while lifting the toilet lid to release the little brother.

As long as he is given a chance to return to sleep, he is willing to single out XX Demon King.

Nothing has changed in the Krum family. Even if the Rhodope Manor may usher in the saints' all-or-nothing all-or-nothing in the next second, all family members still go their own way.A new day will come, and the days will go on, unless the saints find a way to change the direction of the earth's spin.Plov was thinking about the morning meeting of fishermen; Anna was unhappy about the color difference of the new tapestry; Mrs Krum still disliked Heimdall because he always refused to eat according to the established order of serving dishes.

Victor is concerned about Heimdall's wand. A wizard who loses his wand is equivalent to a soldier who has run out of bullets on the battlefield, and the hidden dangers of gunpowder are everywhere.

"I plan to go to England once in two days." Heimdall told Victor when he bid farewell to Krum and his son at the fork. "I got my wand from Mr. Ollivander. It was born in England. I want to take it back."

Plov frowned puzzled, he remembered that Heimdall said that his wand was burned by the saints.

Victor understood what he meant, leaned over and kissed his forehead, and watched him Apparate.

×××

Heimdall was taken aback when he entered the office. He withdrew and glanced at the sign on the door. Yes, he opened the door again and entered. The office was still the same as he had just seen.Heimdall touched his nose and closed the door with his backhand. The next second there was a sudden knock on the door, and Heimdall turned around and opened the door again.

It's the bearded uncle from the International Magic Injury Treatment Center next door.

The bearded uncle said good morning to him kindly, then stretched his neck and looked around Heimdall's office, as if thinking of something happy, his beard trembled.

Heimdall immediately understood that he knew something, "What the hell is going on here?" He opened the door wider to let the other party see more clearly, and intensified the other party's gossip, and put on his face at the right time. An inexplicable look.

Is this room really the pigeon coop he stayed in before?Why is it turned upside down after a day?The paint-loaked cabinets were repainted, the raised floor was also repaired, and the scary thing was that the table tops were spotless.

If he hadn't seen the bearded man, Heimdall would have thought that the room had suddenly turned into a different dimension.

Carefully pick up the never-before-seen violet glass desk lamp from a corner of the table. The pumpkin-shaped lamp is full of light, and clumps of intertwined forget-me-nots bloom on the lampshade. These beautiful flowers are set off by the golden color below. spiral lamp holder.

Heimdall pretended to be terrified and widened his eyes: "Look at this!" He exaggeratedly raised the desk lamp, looked up and screamed. "The star product published in the last issue of "A Wizard's Perfect Life" is [-] Galleons! Oh! Merlin! I think I need help! I'm holding [-] Galleons in my hand!"

The bearded uncle laughed out loud.

Heimdall put the desk lamp back, and simply shrugged his shoulders, "What happened here yesterday? Or did the pest control center change?"

After waiting for a while, the bearded uncle finished happily. He stroked his beard and said, "There is no change in the pest monitoring center, but the lady who replaced you yesterday rushed out of the office in a fierce manner within five seconds. Everything That's when it started."

"The lady?"

"You don't know who replaced you yesterday?"

Heimdall shrugged again.

The fact that he doesn't know is better, and Beard is happy to find an uninformed person to talk to.

"I want to say that she is really a pretty girl with a hot body..." The bearded uncle showed a meaningful expression that only men can understand, and the straightforward point is "wretched".

The wizard robes of the International Wizengamot always give people a sense of solemnity and solemnity, and even the exquisite curves will become a consistent column shape under the cover of the robe.Heimdall wondered how he could see that the other party was hot?But he quickly figured out who the "beautiful girl" the bearded uncle was talking about, except for the "vigorous" lady.

"I think I know who you are talking about." Heimdall blinked. If it was that lady, it would not be surprising to see such a change today.

The bearded uncle whispered: "Although that girl..." made a gourd shape with her hand and gave a thumbs up, "but her personality is really unbearable. Once a beautiful woman becomes aggressive, people will shy away. If you speak badly together, you will suffer.”

Heimdall raised the corner of his mouth, "Hey, you are married."

The bearded uncle said awkwardly, "I'm just saying... You must not find a girlfriend like that in the future. A woman like that just doesn't know how to live a life."

"I'm not looking for a girlfriend."

Only then did the bearded man remember his sexual orientation, patted him on the shoulder, and left the room.

Heimdall wondered what was the reason for the sigh on his face when he left, which was a bit like "I'm sorry", and a bit like "I'm glad you were relieved early in the morning".

×××

This morning, Heimdall finally got a wizard who came to seek legal aid. This wizard has been entangled in the serious and profound issue of whether stealing things will be imprisoned for life all morning.

When Heimdall told him clearly that the trial for theft was very different from that of murder and robbery, the wizard's sudden relaxation was intriguing.

"You better turn yourself in," Heimdall said to the back of the wizard's head as he walked towards the wooden door.

The wizard paused for a moment—perhaps on the verge of saying something several times, Heimdall judged from his unnatural trembling—but in the end he just opened the door and walked out.

When the colorful mobile palette came to his office again, Heimdall glanced at the wall clock on the wall. When he looked back, the old lady had already sat down safely.

"Hello, dear." The old lady pursed her dry lips with missing front teeth.

"You came early." Heimdall said pointedly.

"The succeeding wizard below may come earlier, so I came at just the right time."

Heimdall shook his head, "It seems that everything is under control."

"We're in this business, we can't embarrass ourselves."

Heimdall guessed that they wanted to show him that they were anything but mediocre.It was nothing more than to tell him that it was not their fault, but that Grindelwald didn't know how to appreciate it.

The old lady put a narrow tin box about 30 centimeters long on the table and pushed it in front of Heimdall.

"This is what you want."

Heimdall was silent for a moment, and opened the box.There was a black powdery object inside, Heimdall put his hand in, the old lady's expression changed, "Don't use your hands!"

In fact, Heimdall also noticed that something was wrong, the dust was still burning with dots of fire, but the opponent stopped him a step too late, and he had already touched the ashes.

Not hot, like sand in the sun, warm, sliding between fingers.

Does this mean it is still "alive"?What Heimdall learned from the old man Ollivander did not include how to deal with a burnt wand, and the old man didn't say a word about wand recycling and aftermath.He didn't know whether such a situation was normal or a so-called "miracle".But no matter what, a handful of hopes in my heart were ignited.

The old lady sighed in disbelief, "When my companion collected these ashes, he wore a pair of magic gloves that claimed to be able to isolate everything. As a result, his entire right arm was burned."

"Your companion..." Heimdall hesitated.

"Oh, it's all right now, he went to the wizard's hospital."

"Tell him to send me the bill," Heimdall said.

The intelligence team leader thought he was joking, but after careful observation, he found out that it was not, so he scratched his forehead and said helplessly, "Okay, I'll tell him, if the bill is still there."

Heimdall closed the lid reluctantly, touched the surface of the box lightly, after a while, raised his eyes and said to the intelligence team leader: "Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I will go to England once."

The intelligence team leader didn't show much surprise, he leaned forward and whispered pointedly, "It's not peaceful there now."

Heimdall showed a smirk, "Can you tell me, where is peace for me now?"

The intelligence team leader lowered his head, "I understand."

Heimdall patted the box, "Thank you very much."

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Thanks to a certain lady, the wizard from the Pest Monitoring Center came ahead of time to take over.The well-dressed wizard was stunned the moment he saw Heimdall, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and his elated expression collapsed in half—from bright sunshine to cloudy to overcast in an instant .

Sorry, I'm not a beauty.Heimdall quickly packed up his things and left, and it was not yet the prescribed time for taking over.Heimdall didn't know how Miss Ferring got along with this person yesterday, or what kind of hints she gave to make this wizard misunderstand. He felt that he should give that wizard some space to be alone, because the other person's expression was more like a broken love .

Hearing that the wizards at the Pest Control Center were slender and sentimental, Heimdall seemed to understand a little bit.

When I got back to IW, the lunch break hadn’t passed yet, and Heimdall didn’t come into the office right away. Even if he wanted to show off at this time, he still lacked appreciation.He sat down on the bench chair in the lounge area, took out the smoked chicken salad that Victor had made for him, and chewed it in big mouthfuls. When he poked the watery lettuce leaves with a fork, two pairs of Black leather shoes appeared on the ground in front of him, and Heimdall raised his head.

The first thing that came into view was the unsmiling and cold face of the boss Hollingworth. His eyes fell on the lettuce leaf riddled with holes. Heimdall clenched his fists to prevent himself from closing the lid of the salad box.

"Come to my office after eating." No instructive topic came up, and Hollingworth left the sentence and left.

The chicken was all gone, and Heimdall looked at the green and purple vegetables left in the box with a grimace.

Adeleia Firing waited for Hollingworth to enter the office area before asking, "Is your work going well today?"

This was the first time that Miss Ferring, who was not looking sideways, took the initiative to talk to him after he returned to work in IW. Heimdall was flattered, but he quickly guessed why she "failed" today.

"I'm surprised. Not all wizards have a lamp with a market value of [-] Galleons on their desks. I don't even dare to recognize that office as clean." Heimdall flattered her, believing that she suddenly changed her mind without hesitation. Working hard to talk to myself is not to enhance understanding and promote communication.

Ferlin showed a smug smile, injecting vitality into the slightly rigid expression, making her facial features bright and charming in an instant.Heimdall has to admit that she is a good-looking woman. Isn't it said that a confident woman is the most beautiful? No wonder the person in the pest monitoring center is so concerned.

Miss Ferring, who was in a good mood, glanced at Heimdall's lunch, and her eyes stayed on the unsightly vegetables he had messed up for about three seconds. When she turned her eyes away, she chuckled, "What a kid."

Maybe she really thinks so, or maybe she took this opportunity to make her figure out something—for example, she suddenly discovered that Heimdall's work is irrelevant to IW, which she has personally verified, and the most important thing is the lack of Competitiveness——so her thoughts were undisguised and revealed on her face. If she was facing any adult wizard in IW, she would never be so... candid as she is now.

"Vegetables are good for the body, otherwise you will not grow taller and your brain will become stupid." Miss Feilin's coping tone is obviously outdated, probably even kindergarten teachers don't use it anymore.Afterwards, she strode away in high heels, and the echo of the shoes falling on the floor quickly spread out, just like the vibration of a medieval armored knight hitting a shield with a broadsword, clear and harsh, and publicized.

She smiled to herself at least three times today, and Heimdall shuddered at the thought.

×××

"From today onwards, you will be exposed to a new course." The instructor said standing behind the podium.

Heimdall raised his hand, and the instructor nodded.

"Sorry, I didn't hear that."

The instructor was expressionless, "I'm telling you right now."

Heimdall immediately gestured for you to continue, and curled up on the chair like a wimp.

The instructor shook his head funny, turned his head and yelled at the door, "Come in."

Another instructor pushed the door open, and Heimdall's eyes widened. The instructor who came in after that was holding a large snow-white dog, which was unbelievably beautiful.Heimdall stared at it intently, maybe his eyes were too hot?The great hound stood motionless, looking back at him cautiously.

The two instructors were very satisfied with the effect, and they exchanged glances.

However, an unexpected scene happened. When Heimdall approached the hound with the permission of the instructor, the hound first roared anxiously to prevent Heimdall from approaching, and then made a jumping motion before killing, baring its teeth and claws fiercely. It's a pity that all abnormalities were ruthlessly suppressed by the instructors.

Seeing that Heimdall was getting closer and closer to him, the large dog whined and hid behind the instructor with its tail between its legs.

Heimdall didn't dare to go forward, and his heart was always hurt.

how so? !The dog-handling instructor bent down and pulled the big dog hard, trying to pull it out from behind him. The big dog struggled desperately, as if it was about to face a natural enemy, and its hair was all shaggy in fright.

The instructors who fought with the big white dog were furious and felt very humiliated.

Heimdall stood aside with an innocent face, and the big white dog hid behind the people with an innocent face.

Such a situation had never been seen before, and the instructors decided to discuss it with someone. The big white dog was unwilling to stay in the classroom and stare at Heimdall, and fled out without temperament.

Not long after, the instructors came back, accompanied by a freshman.The look in the eyes is a bit weird, the robes of the international police force make his bloodless face paler, the man may be good-looking in general, but the white marble face and the lack of vivid expression make everything look stiff Not harmonious.

Heimdall heard the instructors call him "John", a very popular name.

John walked towards Heimdall step by step. As he approached step by step, Heimdall felt a needle-like inexplicable discomfort all over his body. This discomfort came suddenly... No, to be precise, it followed John up.Heimdall wanted to scream and run away. If he hadn't firmly believed that the instructors would not hurt him, he might have swung his fist to stop John from approaching.

He is acting like the big white dog just now, and this John is himself just now.

Feng Shui turned too fast, Heimdall couldn't help clenching his fists.

"Hey! John!" The instructor yelled suddenly, and successfully stopped John from constantly lowering his head to poke Heimdall's neck.

John let out a short laugh, and the breath in his mouth sprayed on Heimdall's neck... There was no temperature.

Because of the close distance, Heimdall clearly saw two sharp white teeth looming between John's lips.vampire?What the hell!

John took a quick glance before looking up, and their eyes met, Heimdall squinting warningly, suggesting that he stay as far away from his neck as possible.

"Sorry, I'm just a little excited, such an opportunity is too rare. Juvenile humans smell great, especially wizards under the age of [-]." John's voice is very soft and gentle, and humans generally don't use breath say.

Heimdall finally understood why John made him feel out of touch.

"We need your opinion." The instructors didn't want to see him perform divergent thinking.

"I smell many kinds of smells on him, I mean non-human smells." The "he" in John's mouth is Heimdall.

"Among them, there are three that impress me the most, the eight-eyed spider... Ah, I am so glad that this smell is stored in my memory, the eight-eyed spider never likes to show itself in front of humans, and the queen falcon, the lovely nocturnal biology……"

"John!" The instructors' patience was limited.

John smiled slightly and spread his hands, "How can you let those poor pet dogs get close to animals under the protection of the Chimera?" John turned to Heimdall and said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean any offense, just an analogy."

The instructors looked at Heimdall in embarrassment, "You mean..."

"The pet dog you borrowed from the Pest Control Center obviously won't work. When did the international police force start learning to keep pets? Do you want to teach him how to throw a Frisbee? How to choose pet shampoo?" John casually sarcastically.

The faces of the two instructors were not very good-looking, and one of the instructors said, "You mean there is no need to overdo it?"

"Please use your elite brains to think about it. A wizard who spends all day with chimeras and eight-eyed spiders still needs to learn how to get along with animals?" John's tone remained the same even when he was mocking his colleagues.

The focus of the instructors' attention was not on the bickering, "Okay then, let's go straight to the class."

Heimdall burst into tears, and the class hadn't started for a long time.