HP's Foreign Land

Every facade of the Toutian Auditorium looks like it has been sprayed with a layer of transparent syrup on a cheesecake, and the students walking to the door can't help but look up, and the new teachers and students are shining brightly Eyes narrowed in the seductive luster, maybe everyone thought that there would be a strawberry or a few slices of yellow peaches on it.

Immediately afterwards, after returning to their senses, everyone suddenly discovered a problem that they had not realized until just now. The principal may have planned to do something, or it may have started from the moment they witnessed that the strawberry did not appear.

The children above the fourth grade looked thoughtful after passing through the doorway, while the children below the fourth grade were still ignorant.

The number of freshmen this year is only six, and even though they did not break the record for the lowest number of students enrolled in the history of the German school, Karkaroff is still very unhappy.There are traces of his unhappiness. According to a statistical data on wizard population released by the International Federation of Wizards in the first half of the year, the birth rate of wizards in the past three years has increased by nine percentage points compared with three years ago, of which pure blood accounts for More than half, however, the enrollment rate of German schools is declining year by year.

The reality that belongs to the general environment is getting fuller, and the reality that belongs to the German school is skinny.

Six, Karkaroff was always depressed. A man named Jehovah spent six days creating the world, and decided to give himself a holiday on the seventh day.Do wizards need a Sabbath to give birth?Shouldn't there be seven in a week?Karkaroff was caught in the chaos of himself brought about by his unrestrained imagination.

He also didn't think about how a child born in the past three years could go to school in Durmstrang.

Heimdall and his group shuttled through the crowded auditorium in an atmosphere of familiarity or possible familiarity, intimacy or pretended intimacy, getting rid of a group of sixth-grade seniors who asked him to ask for a certain star's autograph, and struggled towards the fifth-grade seat Squeeze away.A classmate in front of him who had his back turned to give way to him at the moment of turning around, Heimdall raised his head gratefully, and saw a familiar face, this one was really familiar.

"Falier!" (PS: I don't know how many others remember, this person is one of the two assistants selected by Rieger in the second grade, one grade higher than Rieger; the other one was in the first grade , and is now a junior in the fourth grade. These two occasionally come out to have soy sauce.)

"Hello, Chief." Faliere held Heimdall's hand with a smile on his face.

"I plan to go around the research room after the orientation meeting." Heimdall looked around excitedly, "Is Kane here already?" (PS: Kane is the name of another assistant.)

Unexpectedly, Fallier just shrugged, seemingly not very eager.

Recalling the impression of mutual help and intimacy brought to him by the two at the beginning, Heimdall's puzzlement was obvious. Falier's smile eased, he hesitated, and chose not to say a word.

At this moment, he couldn't help asking, Leon, who was walking behind him, pushed his shoulder, "Hurry up, the principal is showing his face."

Karkaroff stood behind the podium with the Durmstrang coat of arms flag, scanning the chaotic venue impatiently, expressing his dissatisfaction with the inefficiency unreservedly.

Rian, who was crowded in the front, had already reached the seating area of ​​the fifth grade. When he stretched his neck and tiptoed to wave his hands, he bumped his head against the drop-shaped chandelier hanging above the aisle—it was said that he just hung it up before school started, and his forehead immediately swelled up. .Rian groaned and covered his forehead.

Carlo wanted to gloat and laugh three times, inadvertently raised his eyes and glanced up, his steamed face tightened.The drop-shaped lamps are like sharp icicles, and the downward head like an awl made the students squeezed below tremble with fear.Tall students are walking on eggshells.

"MD! Whose idea is this!" Carlo couldn't help complaining, pushing forward vigorously.

Heimdall didn't care about talking to Farrier, and they gestured to each other, and under the leadership of Carlo plowing the ground, they came to the seat "overwhelmingly".

The confusion lasted for nearly 3 minutes. After all the students sat down, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

At the same time, Karkaroff behind the podium had hit the ground more than a hundred times with his feet.

In fact, today's inefficiency is mainly due to the sudden closing of seats. Originally, the school's orientation meeting only generally stipulated that it should be spread out from the lowest to the highest and from the front to the back. They all sit next to each other.The number of students in the German school has been exhausted for several consecutive years, and the number of students has been decreasing year by year. The auditorium is already full, but for some reason, all the students can see that the seats behind them are blocked when they enter the hall, so no matter their grade level, they have to move forward. squeeze.

Heimdall glanced back, at least half of the seats were empty.

Just when the big guy thought that the principal was about to start giving a speech, he said calmly, "Parents can enter now."

There was an uproar in the student seats, scrambling to turn around.

The parents entered the hall in a much more orderly manner than the children, in twos and threes, and some even stepped into the auditorium with a relaxed face and joking with others.They were well dressed, as if they had come to practice high art.

In sharp contrast to the noisy chaos just now.

Heimdall saw Rommel in the crowd, talking to a few men and women he didn't know, with no obvious emotions on his face, and then shook hands in a friendly way by the hidden aisle where the "awl" was hanging Separately, go to their respective seats.

When Rommel sat down, the surrounding parents either shook hands with him, or nodded politely, whether sincerely or not, their faces were full of smiles.

The parents quickly sat down, looked at the podium in front of them and consciously kept quiet.

Perhaps the sudden presence of the elders played a deterrent effect to a certain extent, and it may also be due to an inexplicable performance psychology. The ADHD people are so quiet that they themselves start to doubt themselves, and the gossiping ones are also silent for the first time.

In short, everyone collectively entered the state of "pretending".

At this time, the principal also entered the state.

All German school students who have participated in the Orientation Party in Durmstrang generally have a consensus that it is enough to listen to the headmaster's speech only once.As a promising school student with all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor, of course, you can't convey concepts such as "cliché", "empty" and "nonsense" to the younger students that hinder the school's image, so everyone always insists on one statement: The principal is a cautious man with a poor memory.

The second grade who had been fooled by this statement for a whole school year vaguely discovered that the principal's opening remarks seemed to have been heard somewhere...

The first graders are sitting tight—everyone has moments.

The second graders turned their heads quietly, and the expressions of the seniors reached a delicate balance between melancholy and mania, a metaphor driven by transcendental intentions—this is the inner monologue of some young literary and artistic youths who read a lot of books.To put it bluntly, under the dull expressions of the students above the third grade, there is a heart eager to vomit.

Fortunately, the outbreak period of the principal's anger is limited, because Professor Kattenen will choose a very appropriate time and hint him very appropriately that he should enter the next very appropriate link at a very appropriate moment.

The numb demeanor of the seniors was quite appropriately rejuvenated.

"I am here to tell you with regret that our Professor Jonathan (teaching black magic) has decided to leave Durmstrang. The professor believes that his energy is limited and he cannot continue to be qualified for this job." Karkaroff's face was timely. There was a trace of helplessness, and the next second the conversation changed, and the eyes suddenly lit up. "I am honored to announce that from this school year, Professor Nero Golden will replace Professor Jonathan as our Durmstrang Professor of Dark Arts!"

The corner door connected to the high platform in front opened, and Nero Golden, dressed in a dark gray wizard robe and full of hair, appeared expressionlessly on the stage amidst Karkaroff's exaggerated clapping of hands.

The sudden silence fell, and the entire auditorium fell into a dramatic silence for about 1 minute. The students and parents were confused by this fact, and only a very few insiders remained calm—Heimdall was lucky to be one of them.

The news of Professor Jonathan's resignation is not a secret, and there are different opinions about the successor.

The parents stared dumbfounded at the white-haired old man who was far from the brain of his dying years, "He is Gordon?" The doubts kept swelling in their minds, torturing the nerves of every parent who was bombarded by this news. .

Buzzing discussions first erupted from the student seats. Some children were puzzled by the principal's arrogant introduction method. Not all students "knowledge".

Karkaroff generously gave up the podium, and Professor Golden stood behind the podium.

He only said one sentence.

"I will train you well." The declarative sentence, without any emotional outburst, seemed to be declaring an undoubted fact that he had foreseen.

Echoes echoed over the auditorium.

The auditorium fell silent again.

After finishing speaking, Golden turned and left, leaving everything behind, walking lightly without losing majesty.

Karkaroff was the first to come back to his senses, this time without Professor Katenin's reminder, it was very appropriate to enter the next link.

After the orientation meeting, the fifth graders were left behind, and the parents of the fifth graders were also left behind. All the fifth graders felt faintly that something was about to change from their current year.

Everyone anxiously waited for the answer to be revealed.

"Employment counseling." Karkaroff gave up the podium and came to the first few rows of fifth-grade seats.Leaning forward, with both hands resting on the armrests beside the seat, he raised his eyes to look at them.This kind of action gives people an invisible sense of oppression psychologically, and many students can't help but hold their breath.

"Durmstrang's employment consultation date will be brought forward to the fifth grade, starting with your class." The principal said.

Most of the fifth-grade children looked at each other in blank dismay, as if they were at a loss as to what to do.

Employment consultation in Durmstrang is held on the weekend of the first week of the first half of the seventh grade as usual. What students need to do then is to confirm their job intentions, and then talk to each teacher about their innermost thoughts and accept Academic guidance.The school will arrange a number of graduate alumni to return to school to give lectures, talk about society, talk about work experience, talk about life, talk about ideals, at the same time, students can also choose reliable work units for them The brochure further clarifies its future direction.

Then submit the first statement of intent to the school-this intention can be submitted three times, subject to the last intention, allowing you to change your mind twice during this period.The following tutorials plan learning based on this last intention.

On the weekend before the end of the first half of the school year, the school will contact wizards recruited by some work units to hold a consultation meeting in Mumian Ancient Town. Students who are interested in this aspect can go to consult and understand.

In short, all of this is a matter of the seventh grade, and they are still nearly two school years away from the present.To use an analogy, the bewilderment of the new generation of fifth graders today is similar to the shock and bewilderment of the first year of senior high school students who were secretly happy that they still have a year to live and relax when they are suddenly notified that they will take the college entrance examination this year.

Most children have never thought about the way out in the future, or they have not had time to think about it.

The children turned their heads frequently, and the pitiful deer-like eyes made the parents' hearts ache.

That is to say, the parents have started to calm down. In any case, Karkaroff is quite qualified to be the principal.

Rommel sat on the chair bored, with his arms resting on his chin, his eyes swept down, and of course he didn't receive any hints from his son.The son did turn his head back, he had turned back at the beginning, but the look in his eyes was "I know what I'm going to do, don't worry!" Such calm hints made Dad gnash his teeth.

Rommel couldn't help clenching his back molars.

A mother on the left has been looking affectionately at her troubled son with eyes on the back of his head since just now, constantly wiping his eyes with a pink embroidered lace handkerchief, and pulling Rommel—perhaps because Mr. Chairman is The only one who wasn't very busy - talking upside down and babbling about how obedient and sensitive her son was.

With a calm expression on his face, Rommel stuffed her handkerchief into her mouth, and then closed her chin forcefully to block the intermittent but cadenced sharp sobs that seemed to be strangled by something. Voice.

Rommel's mood was sublimated in repeated sinister brain supplements.

For a moment, Chairman Sturluson suspected that he was in the hospital behind the war, surrounded by tragic scenes of life and death.

To be honest, Rommel didn't know how to shut up this sentimental mother, and he could somewhat understand her mood.

However, the hateful thing is that Lige, who has already been flirting with each other, doesn't know how to look back, cast a few glances, and save his father from "distress".

Carlo and Leon were very calm, just as calm as Heimdall.The two of them have long had goals. One intends to work hard in the direction of the news media;

Only Rian, like many students around him, had a pale complexion, which was a kind of helplessness about the future direction.

"Don't worry, everyone." Karkaroff comforted the anxious students. "It's not for you to make a choice now. You have a whole school year to think about it. During this period, the school will arrange various alumni lectures, and consultation meetings will also be arranged in Kapok Ancient Town. Students who are undecided can attend several lectures and consultation meetings. .The last time to submit the employment intention form is the weekend of the last week of this school year. Starting from the sixth grade, your courses will be changed to self-selection according to your employment situation."

Although it didn't completely eliminate the uneasiness in his heart, Karkaroff's words still had a soothing effect.

A little pale.

"Hogwarts holds consultation meetings for fifth graders," Carlo said suddenly.

Ever since, everyone has realized.