HP's Foreign Land

At four o'clock in the morning, Heimdall was awakened by a piercing noise. He woke up sleepily. When he closed his eyes and groped around, he found that the next door was empty, and the mattress was still slightly warm. He opened one eye and glanced. go out.They have been sleeping in the same room for the past few days, and September is just around the corner, and the head of the room and the master are about to face separation, and Mrs. Kroom no longer insists on the so-called room separation.

The noise continued to harass, and he had the courage to never give up until he reached his goal.

Heimdall wailed suddenly, and since Victor had left, the pods that nestled on his pillow spontaneously moved their ears, jumped to the edge of the bed and looked down, the phone that was more appetizing than velvet was bitten Heimdall's toe, Heimdall hurriedly kicked it away.

The kick wasn't heavy—Heimdall didn't dare to make a heavy kick—the phone slid out one meter and hit Toffee's butt to stop.Toffee's butt moved and flicked its tail lazily, the phone was thrown out and hit the foot of a sofa.

The phone seemed a little dizzy, panting with something that might be a tongue sticking out, the ringtone was not affected at all, and sang hoarsely.

Heimdall was completely awake now, and rushed over, slapped against the overly active phone, pressed it firmly to the ground, and quickly picked up the receiver with the other hand.

"Hello, this is Rhodope, who do you want?"

【……Hello? 】The voice from the other end of the phone is a bit far away.

"Dad, you've turned the microphone upside down again," Heimdall reminded.

The sound from Rommel's side stagnated slightly, and after a while, the voice sounded again, this time it was normal.

[This thing is indeed convenient, but it also has many tricks. 】

To be honest, Rommel doesn't fully understand how to appreciate Muggle things - he has never thought of doing anything for it, but he doesn't have any thoughts of contempt, and his persistence in certain aspects is similar to that of the British pure-blood wizarding class. The representative figure, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, has a certain common language-for example, he firmly resists the propaganda slogan that Muggle items are more convenient, faster and more efficient than wizard items.

At the annual "International Defense Charms and Protective Products Exhibition Conference", Rommel commented that the slogan was quite stupid. Chairman Sturluson said: "Perhaps Muggle's 'more efficient' is indeed It catalyzes them to do something meaningful...Unfortunately, I haven't seen it so far."

Lucius never laughed out loud in public, but that day he broke his usual insistence.

Regarding Rommel's evaluation, Heimdall is not good to jump to conclusions. He just said: "Your spirit is good." He hit him a little bit, without any scruples, Heimdall always felt like he was being played.

How could Rommel fail to understand what Heimdall meant, and the corners of his lips curled up silently, 【Is it okay for Dad to wake you up himself? 】Does he dare to say that it is not good...

[The phone is really a good thing. ] Rommel seemed very happy.

Heimdall switched the microphone to the other side melancholy, turned his head to the side, raised his shoulders, and gently stroked the toffee that smelled his scent and couldn't help leaning towards him with his free hand.

There was a vague voice on the other end of the phone, which sounded very familiar. Just as he was thinking about it, Rommel's voice came from the microphone, 【Your house elf wants to talk to you. 】 Immediately afterwards, Hina's shrill screams of excitement came from the other end.

[Master, Master! 】Xina screamed excitedly, every sound trembling. 【Xina is so happy!Hina is allowed to call!Also talk to the owner!Hina!Hina...] The high volume forced Heimdall to move the microphone away.

The sound stopped abruptly.

Heimdall yelled into the microphone a few times, "Xina? Hina? Why—"

[I'm sorry, Master Rieger,] Dodoma's somewhat staid sonorous voice floated over, and the hoarse voice revealed a little old and calm. 【Xina is temporarily unable to talk to you, and Dodoma will be responsible for the next report. 】 "Is she okay?"

【Thank you for your concern. She is fine, but a little agitated. Don't worry, Dodoma will take care of it. ] Heimdall thinks that Hina found herself a great boyfriend.Dodoma succinctly said that the work these days is mainly to clean up the two areas of the school, one is Heimdall's experimental research room; the other is the dormitory.Hina is in full charge of the research room. Even though the owner was away in the past school year, Hina still cleaned it up every day, and never missed it.The dormitories are already in charge of the school's house elves, so it doesn't take much effort.

Dodoma said that these were just routines. This man followed the principle of orderly work and was used to reporting everything.In fact, Hina never said this to Heimdall. Her slender and sensitive nerves could not last the moment when she opened her mouth to report, and she went straight into a state of shock.

Dodoma's next report is the main event—compared with the previous ones, it is also the task that Heimdall entrusted to Hina a few days ago. As Hina's fiancé, Dodoma did his part to undertake the task A member of the investigation team.

The mission Heimdall gave them was not original to him, but from Luna.A few days ago, Luna, who was about to leave for the UK, ran to him excitedly and told him that someone had taken a photo of the horned snoring beast.

Heimdall looked at the photo of the snowy wilderness that was taken at the turn of day and night, and stared for a long time before finding the upper left corner, which was said to be a horned snoring beast, but in his opinion, it seemed that his fingers accidentally covered the lens of a dark spot.

Luna pointed to the flat black spot, and said with certainty that it was the Horned Snork.The photographer of the photo was a Scottish wizard who happened to be visiting relatives in Finland at that time, and this photo was taken in Finland.I heard that the front page headline of that issue of "The Quibbler" was this photo and the deeds of the people behind the scenes. The readers of "The Quibbler" rushed to send letters to the Scottish wizard, sharing their unbearable feelings after learning the news. Joy and gratitude.

For wizards who believed in the existence of the Snork, Scottish wizards made history.

And for the dubious, this blurry photo, even with its outlines, is unreliable, and the Scottish wizard's one-sided words can't explain the problem at all.It's a pity that those who believe in it don't think so. They blindly believe that the truth has been revealed, and they are going to send relevant materials to the animal information center of the International Federation of Wizards, so that they can justify the existence of the horned snoring beast.

Fortunately, editor-in-chief Luna is a girl whose rationality is better than sensibility, and she tried her best to stop all the hot-headed plans.Luna begged Heimdall for help, and went to Finland and other Nordic countries to look for clues about this in the relevant departments of magical animals.

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you check for a year or so." Luna said to him before leaving. "Mr. Lihuamao has a certain appeal among the readers of our magazine. I told them that you were moved by me because of the investigation, and they expressed their willingness to wait for the next article. I just want to delay them and wait for the excitement for a while. In the past, distracted by other novelties, they will not be as impulsive as they are now."

Heimdall admires her years-long passion for The Quibbler and its "creatures of fantasy."

"Don't you believe that photo?" Heimdall asked.

"I don't believe the wizards at the Animal Information Management Center of the International Federation of Wizards would believe it." After Luna said this tongue-twister conclusion, she left the manor under her boyfriend's escort.

Victor picked up the photo and looked at it for a moment, "Do you believe it?"

Heimdall thought for a while and said, "If I were a Muggle, I think I would believe it. Because the existence of the magical world itself is already a huge subversion for Muggles. Centaurs, mermaids, werewolves, vampires , dragons...these creatures Muggles don't think they exist at all, they would rather believe that UFOs will pass through the ionosphere silently and destroy the earth, and they don't believe that wizards can save the world with a small stick."

Victor felt amused, "So?"

"So, assuming I'm a Muggle, and I've personally confirmed the existence of the wizarding world, the existence of wizards, why don't I believe that there will be big mouthed ball fish, Akawei maggots, bubble snot monsters... or curved horns in this world?" Snoring beasts?! Since there are werewolves, vampires, and fire-breathing dragons here, how can we conclude that those creatures don't exist?"

"So as a wizard, do you believe it?"

"Maybe, maybe not," Heimdall said.

He was the dubious type.

After Bernick sent his girlfriend back, he also asked Heimdall for help, and the content was highly consistent with what his girlfriend was concerned about.

"There's a good chance there will be one near our school as well."

Heimdall asked, "Aren't the horned snorkels distributed in the Nordic region?" "Experts" always insist on this point.

"Actually, many people sent photos before, from different countries and regions, and the one in Scotland took the clearest one," Bernick hinted. "The distribution area of ​​the curved-horned snorkel may be wider than we imagined. I have asked my Russian friends to pay attention. The school will trouble you."

"Okay." Heimdall didn't refuse, and it was easy.

He told Hina about this task, and Hina recruited Dodoma again. Since then, Dodoma will report back the news he learned in the Nordic countries from time to time, most of which have no reliable sources, and the real listing research department even disdains doubts For this reason, of course nothing was found.

This time is no exception.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Heimdall praised his rigorous work attitude. "If you can, please continue to deliver some news." Heimdall will send these messages to Luna intact, and let her use these unprogressive and shocking messages to calm restless readers.

As for the school... Anyway, school is about to start, so he can "watch out" by himself.

【My pleasure. 】 Dodoma is neither humble nor overbearing.

Because the girlfriend's mental state is still very unstable, Dodoma thinks it is not suitable for her to talk to the master now. First, it will spoil the master's interest-maybe the master doesn't care, but as a qualified house elf, she must not be spoiled He is arrogant and forgets to abide by his duty; second, he is afraid that his girlfriend's fragile and sensitive nerves will not be able to withstand the second wave of self-flagellation.

Mr. Dodoma is still very concerned about his girlfriend's health.

So the owner of Dodoma took back the microphone.

【What do you think about the new school year schedule? ] Rommel tried to ask the question like a parent, but unfortunately this made him sound more like a professor.

Heimdall looked at the distant desk, and gave up the idea of ​​reaching for the timetable.

"The name of the elective course looks very practical, but it turns out to be more academic. Is the school planning to reform anything?"

[You can think of it as the result of peer competition or unilateral comparison. 】Heimdall quickly understood his father's hint, "The principal is a sensitive and delicate person with great goals."

[Indeed, the whole school year at Hogwarts must have brought him great 'inspiration'. ] Rommel said. [Tomorrow I will take you to school and attend a parent seminar organized by Durmstrang. ] Heimdall asked curiously, "Parents' seminar? What are they discussing?"

[What else can parents discuss. ] Rommel said. [Children should not inquire about adults. 】One sentence blocks all Heimdall's next questions, regardless of ancient and modern times, Chinese and foreign, this is how it works.

"I've never heard of any parent seminars." Heimdall touched his head.

[I have heard that this meeting is a school tradition, my father and your grandpa attended it twice for our brothers, and heard the same cliché twice.I've been ready to doze off at any moment since you were in Durmstrang, the problem is I'm not at all surprised to be notified of a parent seminar this time next year, but it's two years early . ] No wonder Rommel came to the conclusion that Karkaroff was "inspired" by Hogwarts. According to this situation, it seems that he was "inspired" quite a bit.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Heimdall did not sit in that small room and meditate to pass the time as usual. In front of him was Judge Hollingworth, and they were sitting in a certain room in the International Wizengamot. In an office with no bystanders.

The office was silent for a while.

Hollingworth pushed a stack of sealed letter envelopes and a note with the delivery address in front of his eyes.

"The one from Hercules," said Hollingworth. "He has been asking us for the right to subscribe to newspapers and newsletters. This is not the first time in the history of wizards, so we decided to explore it. After a long tug-of-war, the above finally agreed to his application, but not all. Subscribe to newspapers Let’s not mention it, this is not the point I want to talk about today... The higher-ups decided to allow him a correspondence quota, and after that, I handed him a list of [-] names that have been reviewed,” Holling Walston After a pause, "He ticked your name."

Heimdall's eyes widened.

"Surprised? Very good." Hollingworth nodded. "Someone raised an objection, thinking that you were in collusion. I used my reputation as a guarantee. Do you understand what I mean, Stulusson?"

A deep pressure hit his face, and Heimdall lowered his eyes, "Yes." There was no passionate expression of swearing, any passion is superfluous here.

Hollingworth continued, "You must use the set of letter paper and envelopes I provided to you. As long as the correspondence continues, I will send you letter paper and envelopes on a regular basis. The letters you write are checked and transferred to the prison. There may be a barrier, you must keep this point in mind. Don’t mention redundant things, let alone sensitive content, 'unintentional words' must not appear on letter paper, any 'careless' will give some An opportunity for people to take advantage of the problem."

Heimdall silently listened to his boss's explanation, and took away the letter, envelope and note.

"Write one a week, and I will send a courier to deliver it when the time comes. Don't send your queen falcon."

Heimdall nodded.

"Your Olar can be used when sending me private letters."

Heimdall looked up in surprise, Hollingworth had already lowered his head to look at the document, and dismissed him intently: "You can go."

Heimdall hesitated for a moment, his tone tinged with emotion, "Goodbye, sir."

Hollingworth's eyes suddenly focused, "It's too early to feel emotional now, and there is still some distance before the off-duty time. Don't forget to lock the two sets of uniforms back in the cabinet, and the keys to the consultation office and reference room." Submit them together."

Heimdall felt that he was so stupid for not being able to hold back the commotion at that moment.

In the afternoon, Heimdall went to say goodbye to the king, only to find that he was not in the usual place. After asking, he was transferred out for special training.

"Originally, the training for the king was all fighting and fighting, but now it is necessary to strengthen defense, reconnaissance and other abilities." The wizard of the magical beast training center said. "It takes a lot of effort to correct, and his original advantages become disadvantages in a different environment. We are working hard to find a way to neutralize the balance."

The staff saw that Heimdall was standing in front of the window and looking down, his eyes were particularly focused, and asked, "Shall we go and have a look?"

Heimdall shook his head, and took out a lifelike cartoon doll from the pocket of his robe, only half the size of a palm, with a hook on the top of the doll.

The staff took the doll and couldn't help laughing, the little doll looks exactly like the one in front of me.

"When the king comes back, I will definitely hand it over to him." The staff promised.

Heimdall wants the king to see things and think about others.

Until later, Heimdall's identity was affirmed by the above, and the king also had an official "dog tag", and it took a lot of trouble before he was willing to put it on his neck, and the doll was hung on the collar together.

This is something later.

Ke asked for leave from the convenience store, and Heimdall wanted to take him out to have a good meal, but Ke was reluctant to die, and kept yelling that he could not waste it. Heimdall felt that his inflexibility was very appetizing, so he discussed with Luodo His house elf showed off his cooking skills, and he packed a good dinner to take to Coe's place.

Ke also invited Buta. Under Heimdall's explanation, Ke has gradually accepted this bright, studious, cautious, and somewhat eager to express himself junior sister these days.

Buta was reluctant to go at first, and she always remembered Heimdall's peaceful and joyful demeanor when he mentioned Ke and faced him.This kind of demeanor is inadvertently revealed, which is a true portrayal of the heart.She thought her presence was a bit inappropriate, and Buta didn't let go until Heimdall spoke.

The relationship between the teacher and the subject is extraordinary, at least not something that I can compare or expect.The teacher's expectation of the subject is different from that of himself, and Buta sometimes can't help but dig into the horns.So much so that her mind hurts when she thinks about it, the more she thinks about it, the more anxious she becomes, complaining that she is slow in learning, the kind of love Heimdall has for Ke is what she yearns for, and she needs to reflect her personal value through the teacher's joy.

Buta meticulously carried out every order and instruction of Heimdall, including the protection department.She originally looked down on this senior brother, just like top students despise poor students, and self-proclaimed smart people have a sense of superiority over so-called fools. After getting along with this time, she gradually understood why Zoe couldn't let go of this stupid big man .

Ke's "stupidity" made her feel ashamed, and she really couldn't hate such a person, so her approach was to redouble her efforts and redouble her focus on the teacher's orders.She will do her best to protect the elder brother.

They ate delicious meals prepared by house-elves and drank beer from the supermarket.

Ke, who was drinking for the first time, blushed after drinking half a can, talked uncharacteristically, stuttered with his big tongue, and poured out his gratitude from the bottom of his heart.His words touched Buta's thoughts and resonated. For a while, both apprentices' eyes were red, and they cried loudly under the catalysis of alcohol.

A certain teacher was very calm and drank beer, and let them talk about long stories on the left and right, until the voice gradually weakened, and the two of them fell asleep on the table.

Heimdall drank the beer in the can in one gulp, hiccupped, got up and moved Ke to the bed.Turning around, she took out a bottle of potion with an extremely pungent smell, put it under Buta's nose and shook it, the girl sneezed a few times, propped her head up, and looked at the teacher in a daze. Not quite in place yet.

Heimdall handed her the potion bottle, "Two more."

Buta took it slowly, and sneezed loudly again before fully waking up.

During this period, Collane didn't even move a finger.

Buta was sitting upright, the blush induced by alcohol had not faded from his face, but his eyes were bright and energetic that could not be ignored.

Heimdall took down the cloth bag used to hold meals from Coe's hanger, reached in and took out a long leather bag, untied the rope that tied the upper opening, and pulled out the bag from the bag A long, thin object wrapped in a layer of black flannel.

Heimdall handed the item over.

Buta took it blankly, and looked at Heimdall inexplicably.

In fact, according to the logic of ordinary wizards, one can more or less guess what this thing is. Judging from the appearance alone, a certain answer is ready to come out.

"Open it," said Heimdall.

Buta gently lifted the black velvet, and then he stopped breathing, held his breath, and got carried away, only the small wooden stick lying quietly in the black velvet was left in his eyes.

wand? !Is this a wand?Her face was even redder than before.

"Take it and try it," Heimdall said.

Buta looked in awe for a while at the magic product that had made her think about it day and night, and was now in the palm of her hand. After that, she carefully pinched the end of the wand, her breathing was rapid due to excitement, and her muscles were consciously trying to absorb and digest what was in front of her. become rigid.

"The conditions are limited, so you can use it first." Heimdall said.

Buta shook her head desperately, already a little at a loss, but Heimdall's words made her even more flattered.

Heimdall said again, "Although the condition is not as good as that of a specialized wand store, it can't be too shabby." He shook the leather bag in his hand, "I tried to make a few according to your personal preferences and other factors, and then I have selected a batch of wands made before, it is always possible to make taller ones out of dwarfs, let's try them one by one."

Heimdall's meticulous tone and demeanor were exactly the same as the old man Ollivander, the master of wands. Miss Buta, who had zero knowledge in this area, was shocked by his serious appearance.