HP's Foreign Land

"Father, you go back, you have to work tomorrow." Heimdall said to Rommel. "I'll go directly to the Wizarding Union tomorrow morning." Ollivander asked him to go back to rest, but Heimdall refused. He didn't think he would be able to sleep tonight knowing this, but Dad didn't need to stay with him .

"All right, all right, just leave me alone." Rommel nodded helplessly. The kid had already babbled to him no less than ten times, as if he couldn't take care of himself.

Heimdall insisted on sending him away, and even planned to send him back in person. The imminent and tough posture seemed to watch him brush his teeth, put on his pajamas, lift the quilt, lie on the bed peacefully and close his eyes before agreeing. give up.

Rommel pinched his cheek angrily, "Your father, I graduated from Durmstrang. We are alumni, and we are still your seniors. I know how to walk. Don't worry, I won't fall."

Heimdall stood at the door of the store covering his face, waving his hand desperately, Rommel shook his head dumbfounded.

It wasn't until Rommel's back completely disappeared into the night that Heimdall looked back and closed the door.

When Ollivander finally got up tremblingly from the pile of documents, Heimdall had already put up the signboard of the closed store, locked the store door, wrapped the window glass with a dark cloth curtain, and even used a feather duster Dust off the dust on the window sill.At the same moment Ollivander walked behind the counter, Heimdall swept the empty food container on the end table into a garbage bag and tied it securely.

Ollivander blinked, and met the eyes of Heimdall who turned around.

After a moment, Ollivander seemed to be talking to himself, "Oh, I almost blurted out 'Go home and don't be late tomorrow.'"

Heimdall laughed, waiting for the old man's words for a moment.

Ollivander took a step back, and Heimdall opened the partition and got behind the counter, followed behind the old man, and passed by the two rows of lockers on the left and right that once thought they were as tall as the Babel of Babylon, but actually reached the ceiling , the scattered wand boxes formed a rugged cliff that was eroded by wind and rain, covered with dust and cobwebs, and gently swayed in the weak air currents rolled up by human actions.

Heimdall smelled a certain familiar smell, pungent, musty, somewhat cloudy, not very clean, but he missed it very much.

He blew inward at the end of the cabinet, the fine spider web trembled violently, the spider silk thinner than a hair was overwhelmed, and the little spider fell down without a sound, struggling on the lower spider web.

Heimdall grinned, with a bit of mischievous gloat. It turned out that he did a lot of bullying in this room.

At the end of the cabinet is a flat wall, and the distance between the cabinet and the wall is about one meter.Looking to the left, there is a half-person-high flower stand in the corner, and a pot of green hair fern is placed on it. Heimdall has never seen it change in these years, it has not sprouted, and it has not even appeared. The withering of a leaf.Looking to the right, there is a curved pine corner cabinet squatting there. Before Heimdall went to school in Durmstrang, his cleaning tools, such as brooms and rags, were placed in the corner cabinet. Got it.

The wall directly in front of them is covered with light yellow wallpaper embellished with abstract vine flower patterns in purple. A bright wall lamp breaks through the wall at a height of two meters, covering the surrounding area with a layer of rich golden yellow. The hanging wall lamp stands in the nothing. It looks very unique on the wall.

Ollivander pulled out his wand and waved it twice towards the wall lamp. The hook on the cylindrical wall lamp broke away from the connected copper chain and slowly lowered.Ollivander held out the hexagonal metal base under the wall lamp with his hand, and picked it up on the top of the wall lamp with his magic wand.

At this time, without a word of reminder, Heimdall reached out to take the wall lamp as a matter of course, and hooked his fingers on the copper ring on the top of the lamp, as skillfully as he had taken over countless times before, and their tacit understanding remained the same.

The old man's next movement slowed down, and Heimdall gave him a puzzled look.

Ollivander withdrew his gaze, without saying a word, tapped his wand on the wall a few times in a seemingly random but meaningful way, the wallpaper in front of him began to distort, like a rising and falling water surface, fluctuating up and down Convex and concave, when everything calmed down, a circular doorway suddenly appeared on the wall.

Heimdall raised the lamp and walked in first, followed by the old man, and the doorway disappeared behind them.

Few people know that there is another world behind this old wall with faded wallpaper. Behind the wall is Ollivander's studio.

The studio consists of two rooms, one large and one small.After passing through the doorway, they were greeted with a large room, which looked not much cleaner than the outside.

A large window hangs in the middle of the wall facing the entrance. On the window sill, there are various writing utensils such as quill pens and parchment. Under the window sill is Ollivander’s large workbench. The tool stands in stark contrast to the surrounding chaos.

In front of the wall on the left stood a cabinet with double glass doors. It was filled with various semi-finished wands. Those that were expected to continue to be made were placed in boxes, and those that were about to fail but hadn't completely given up were placed on it.

In front of the wall on the right is a wooden shelf with a hollow design, and a layer in the middle is specially used to place the crucible and potion raw materials-Heimdall has never figured out what kind of necessary connection exists between potion and wand, and the rest of the partitions The book is full of messy books, and there are some manuscripts and production records and other sundries.

Heimdall found that the shelf was as chaotic as ever, even if a thief entered it, it would be impossible for him to get his hands on it.

There is a narrow door next to the wooden shelf, and behind the door is Ollivander's wand material warehouse, which is a small room in a large room and a small room.

Heimdall searched for a long time on the wooden shelf, and finally found the pole for hanging the lamp under a pile of thickly dusty manuscripts, and sent the chandelier to the chain hanging from the ceiling, and the golden luster immediately radiated to the Every corner makes people's vision broad and bright.

Ollivander sat down at the workbench, dumped the contents of the slender box onto a metal plate with rusty edges, and picked from among the small tools neatly arranged in one corner of the workbench bound with leather cords. Magnifying glass, hanging on the face.He turned his head to look at Heimdall, the eyeballs behind the magnifying glass were big, round and convex, and they were even scarier than the special effects shots in Hollywood blockbusters: "I'm about to start working, don't bother me if I have nothing to do."

"Call me if you need something." Heimdall said naturally.

The old man raised his mouth and nodded.

Heimdall didn't dare to touch the things in the studio. After thinking about it, he left the studio and went outside to clean up.

Squatting in front of the counter and repeatedly wiping a large piece of dry and hard-to-remove sauce on it, Heimdall is no stranger to these stubborn stains.Ollivander likes a fire-crab-flavored sauce sold at Anmeer's Grocery, served with smoked fish.The sauce is indeed thick and delicious, but it is difficult to clean up no matter where it is rubbed.

Just as he was struggling with the stubborn stains, someone knocked on the store door.

Heimdall looked up in surprise, and the door was knocked again. After confirming that he was not hallucinating, Heimdall threw the rag into the small wooden barrel, shook his hands, walked to the door, opened the cloth curtain that blocked the inlaid glass, and threatened Kedo's face appeared behind the glass.

Heimdall blinked in surprise, Victor laughed and waved.

Heimdall put down the cloth curtain with a snap, and the master outside the door didn't see him open the door after waiting for a long time. He was a bit puzzled, and was about to raise his hand to knock again, when the cloth curtain was pulled open again. This time, what the master saw was no longer the sea. Instead of Mudar's face, it was a torn piece of paper that was gnawed by a dog, with a line of words written on it: What did I put under the bed?

Immediately afterwards, the paper with the question was pushed out along the gap under the door, and there was another line under the question: Did you bring a pen?

Victor picked it up without laughing, took out a foldable portable quill pen from his pocket, scribbled down the answer on the paper, and then pressed the torn paper on the glass of the door.

After a while, the door opened, and he was greeted by a defensive Heimdall: "How do you know that I hide 120 Galleons under my bed?"

Victor said calmly, "The house elf told me."

"Don't bring such a lurking one!" Heimdall hugged his head angrily.

Heimdall was very happy that the master was willing to accompany him. He took the master to wander around in the small shop, pointing at one thing for a while, pointing at that one for a while, and showing him the trajectory of his previous life one by one.

Everything here has witnessed Rieg's original life, so Victor didn't feel impatient at all.

Then, they do hygiene together.

"Don't wipe it so clean, just mess around casually." Heimdall taught by example as someone who has experienced it. "When I open my eyes tomorrow, it will be the same again."

"...What are you cleaning for?" Victor was puzzled.

"It turns out that in order to prove the value of my existence, now I am looking for trouble."

"..."

"Rig!" shouted the old man from behind the open doorway.

"Here we come." Heimdall dropped the rag and ran over.

Victor followed curiously. Ollivander, who was wearing a magnifying glass, was taken aback when he saw Victor. Heimdall immediately said, "This is my boyfriend, Wick..."

Before Heimdall finished his introduction, Ollivander nodded, "I know, Victor Krum." He quickly let go of the topic, "The core of the rod has been repaired."

So fast?In less than an hour, it is worthy of being a master.

Heimdall swallowed nervously, "How much recovered?"

The old man stared at him silently for a long while, Heimdall felt a little bit in his heart, and his tone couldn't help but be weak, "What's wrong? The situation is very bad?"

The old man said, "I'm not sure how to answer you. Come in and see for yourself."

Heimdall nodded, and was about to rush in when he suddenly thought of the people around him, "Sir, my boyfriend..."

"Come in together." Ollivander was quite relieved, he could still remember that the studio was not easy for outsiders to enter.

Heimdall hurried to the front of the workbench, the ashes had already been swept into the trash can beside him, and at this moment there was an unknown burnt black object about the length of his index finger lying on the metal plate, like powder, smoke, forming and puddles. Loose sand, the shape is unpredictable.During the time Heimdall was observing, the scorched black object suddenly gathered and formed, then suddenly loosened in the next second, condensed again after a while, and then collapsed powerlessly, and the cycle repeated.

"Why does it look like the repair magic is working..."

"Repair magic?"

The two spoke almost in unison.

Heimdall quickly looked at his boyfriend, who shrugged, "I guess."

"It's indeed repairing magic." Ollivander took off the magnifying glass, glanced at Victor with something else in his eyes, and at the same time smiled at Heimdall in relief. "It was not in vain to stay in the store in those years, although I didn't teach you anything."

Heimdall shook his head, "You taught me far more than you expected."

The smile on Ollivander's face deepened.

"I added repair magic when making the core of your wand. It seems to have some effect. Unfortunately, the effect is limited. Repair magic can't restore the wand."

Heimdall nodded, "I know that similar magic is added when making broomsticks, but this is the first time I've heard of it being used on a wand."

"I didn't do it before. This is the first wand that didn't explode after adding that magic, because there was nothing unusual after it was finished. I thought it was the same as an ordinary wand." Ollivander was very frank.

In fact, the invention and creation of magic products should go to the relevant departments of the British Ministry of Magic to apply for patents. The old man did not dare to be too arbitrary at the beginning. To make things need someone to test the results. He is also a master of magic wands. Those who want to make international jokes laugh at the big teeth of the people of the world.It can be said that Ollivander originally had great expectations for this unsalable product, but was even more disappointed. No one cares about such a history-making experimental product.As time passed, he himself forgot about this matter, as mentioned earlier, thinking that it had no effect, the small apple wood wand became a display in the window.

Heimdall's mood was very complicated, "Finally, it's cheaper for me."

Ollivander laughed dryly, and Victor raised the corners of his mouth.

"So now?" Heimdall pointed to the core of the wand, which was constantly recovering and collapsing. To be honest, he felt distressed looking at it.

"I just had an idea when repairing the core of the rod, but I have never done it before. The raw material of the rod core and the body of the rod need cooperation in all aspects. Are you willing to try it?" Ollivander paused every word, for fear that he would not be able to hear It seems clear.

It was rare to see the old man be so serious and meticulous, and Heimdall's little heart was immediately hung up.

"As long as it is beneficial to my wand, as long as it is within my power, I am willing to try." Heimdall hastily expressed his opinion.

"I'm not asking you to challenge the mysterious man, don't be so nervous." Ollivander smiled.

You-Know-Who is no longer a mystery to me, Heimdall thought.

"What do you want me to do?" Heimdall asked after calming down.

"Do you still have the shaft from the wand contest?" Ollivander said.

"...the wand of silence?"

Old Man Ollivander nodded.

Heimdall was silent for a moment, then reached into his pocket and took out the fabled wand of silence.

Ollivander thought he'd need time to go back and get it.

"Were you prepared before you came?" Ollivander wondered.

"Expectation is one thing, reality is another." Heimdall said calmly. "People, you should be prepared with both hands at any time."

The old man put on the magnifying glass again, carefully inspected the body of the wand under the light, and nodded in satisfaction after confirming that there was no sign of aging such as cracks and wear, "I didn't expect that you would usually maintain an empty wand body. There is nothing wrong with the body of the stick."

Heimdall broke his fingers in embarrassment, "I didn't do it, I often get lazy, Victor helped me do it."

The old man gave him a blank look when he heard that, but his smile on Victor was even more kind.

The reason why Heimdall chose this wand in the wand competition at first was that he thought it was an ordinary decorative wand and took it by hand, but after getting started, he realized that it was extraordinary.

This magic wand of silence is 28.5 cm long and made of maple gall. It has a delicate touch in the hand, excellent polishing, compact material, coiled pattern, dense and well-proportioned.Moreover, this wand of silence did not paint any paint to cover up the wood grain flaws, but directly presented the original color of the wood.Different from the chocolate, gray-brown, reddish-brown and other strong colors that are common on the market, this wand is elegant gray-green, and the gray background with a little silver light is lingering like misty, smoky, green mottled patterns in different shades , very different.

So Heimdall thought it was a decorative wand at first sight.Generally, wands are mostly made of affordable and easy-to-buy solid wood. In order to better present the patterns of wood with beautiful patterns when making wands, we can only take the essence and discard the dross. This will cause excessive consumables and naturally increase the cost. The price will more than double when it is sold.

Even if Heimdall needs to buy a new stick body today, he will never consider such a material that is completely worthless.

Looking at the floral and elegant wand in his hand, Heimdall deeply felt that it was nice to get it without spending money.

He is clutching the body of his staff while stealing music, and grabbing the master to express the eloquence derived from stealing music. Over there, Ollivander has already left the studio, grabbed a handful of Floo powder in front of the fireplace, and I stuck my head into the fireplace to find someone to connect with.

"Is the Iron Rooster here?" Ollivander turned his head around in the fireplace.

After a while, there was a response from the other end.

"Don't interfere with my business!" the iron rooster behind the counter said impatiently.

"Where did the business come from in the middle of the night," Ollivander said again. "You're the only miser on the whole street that's still open."

"I'm different from you. Many guests like to come at night to get rid of some difficult but valuable items." Iron Rooster frowned at this point, his gray hair almost covered his eyes, and he came out from behind the counter to the fireplace forward. "What's the matter?"

Ollivander didn't hesitate, "Is the product you showed me last time still available? I'll take care of it all."

Iron Rooster rolled his eyeballs hidden behind the white hair, "I made a reservation for someone else, it's late."

"Don't you just want to extort more money from me, please quote a price, and warn you, don't go too far." He, Ollivander, can still afford this amount of money.

The iron rooster laughed, and a hint of greed appeared on its stingy face.

Seeing his appearance, Ollivander suddenly raised his white eyebrows, "It's not me who paid the money anyway, you can send the bill directly to Rieger."

Iron rooster, no, Calactacus Bork's eyes widened for a moment, Ollivander saw the timing and got out of the fireplace. Within a few seconds, a burst of green flames erupted from the fireplace in the wand shop, and by the way A thick layer of soot was formed, and the ash quickly spread out from the fireplace, staining the floor in front of the fireplace black.

Bock stepped out of the fireplace in disgrace, coughing uncontrollably. Damn Ollivander, he flew away in a hurry, forgetting that he never sweeps the fireplace.

When the smoke cleared, Bock's cough gradually subsided, and he raised his eyes angrily, only to see Heimdall standing there looking at him in surprise, and the suffocation in his chest disappeared instantly.

"Mr. Bock!" Heimdall approached quickly.

They hugged warmly.

"Oh, your clothes, I'm really, sorry..." The overjoyed Bock kept patting Heimdall's lapel, and saw the national idol Victor Krum in a blink of an eye, and Bock's smile was like a ray of sunshine Ice cream, melted.

Bock thought of something, grabbed Heimdall and said, "Are those Nordic guys treating you well?"

Heimdall understood his difficult feelings, and said, "They all treated me very well, and Snow is still the same as before. You have seen it with your own eyes."

"Those Nordic guys are not trustworthy, as long as they treat you well, but you have to be vigilant at all times, especially money, and you must hide it well."

Heimdall knew how to respond, and nodded without saying a word.

Seeing that he was still so well-behaved and obedient, Bok was even more excited. He looked at Victor with a softer gaze, but suddenly thought of something, "Your boyfriend doesn't have any Nordic relatives?"

Heimdall almost wanted to remind him that my grandmother was actually Nordic.

Ollivander saw that Bok's words were getting more and more unreliable, so he decided to change the subject, "Rig, did you bring any money? He will charge for those materials. I heard that they are not cheap. You should go to Gringotts tomorrow to have a look." How many Galleons do you have left in your treasury, so that you won't be able to cope with his lion's big mouth."

Bock's face turned green, the old guy was always trying to slow him down.

Green flames flashed, and Bock walked out of the fireplace again, with a black face, he stuffed a box about [-] centimeters long and wide into Ollivander's hand, then flashed his expression like a conjurer, and said to Heimdall pleasantly: : "This is for you." As if to prove something, this sentence was recited very loudly.

Ollivander took the box and turned back into the studio, then stuck out his head and yelled, "Rig, do you want to visit?"

Here, Bock and Heimdall were interrupted by Ollivander before they could even say a few intimate words.

"Yes!" Heimdall followed happily.

The two men who were left behind looked at each other, feeling that they were left out.

Bo Ke wanted to leave but was a little unwilling. Iron Rooster finally couldn't let go of the business in the store, and was about to go home. Before leaving, he turned to the lonely master like himself and said, "Are you free from work?"

The master thought that the cleaning was half done just now, but this is not his business.

"fine."

Bok coughed lightly, "Would you like to come and take a look at my shop?"

Victor raised his eyebrows, "Can you?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" The impatient and stingy face appeared again. Bok has never liked to do things that don't ask for anything in return. Of course, except for things that he is willing to give, fortunately, such cases are rare.

At the same time, in Ollivander's studio, the old and the young are making the final preparations for the production of a brand new modern version of the wand of silence.