HP's Foreign Land

The Wizard Chess Research Office was originally decided by Lacarlini Gangang Jr., and has its own way of operating, and does not need any Sturluson to prove its value.Heimdall didn't want to make fun of himself, seeing that the gate of their house had always been just a wall painted in different colors.

Heimdall was lucky enough to see the "legendary" beauty once when Benson was the head of the experimental laboratory. After Benson graduated, he never stepped into the door of others, and the other party never set foot in the experimental laboratory. .The two sides spontaneously maintained the state of well water not interfering with river water.

Heimdall still clearly remembers the radiant chandelier hanging in the center, and the silk-like crystal chain almost reaching the ground, flowing like a curtain of water under the haze, covered with dazzling starlight color It pours down from the roof, rippling with ripples, and seems to be able to ooze water beads in a trance.

At that time, Heimdall really felt that he was a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

Little La Carlini lived a very wanton life. Even in a big environment that needs to be considerate of other people's collective life, he was still wanton, and never concealed his extravagant living habits.Because he likes wizard chess, the wizard chess research room of the German school has become his exclusive collection room. Chess pieces of various materials occupy the cabinets on the front wall, and there is a dazzling array of them.

All decorations are arranged according to the preferences of "His Majesty", gold leaf, silverware, precious stones, silk, embroidery, brocade, flowers...

Just like an emperor who came to the palace for vacation.

The only thing that makes Heimdall feel that this person is not completely hopeless-this "incurable" is based on Strulusson's standpoint-the extra money is paid out of his own pocket, and there is no pollution. The school has a copper nut, so the carved beams and painted buildings of the "Palace" are also very righteous.

One of the main reasons why Karkaroff pampered him was that he never ate or drank on public money, and paid for everything himself.

Other research labs make inventions and creations for various awards and reputations, and strive to be advanced with all their strength, for the sake of multiple honors and future prospects, just like college students' research.The Wizard Chess Research Office also invents and creates, just at the whim of His Majesty.It is also because of this that the Wizard Chess Research Office seems to be an out-of-date existence in the entire corridor of the research room, which is unique and enviable.

There is a saying that "prosperity must decline", the palace is only a place to live temporarily, and His Majesty will return to the palace after he is happy.

After Lacarini graduated, the extravagance and grandeur never reappeared—this kind of "reappearance of the past" caught everyone under pressure, and the Wizard Chess Research Office began to go downhill.Without the invincibility of the leader, the Italian students who have not yet graduated stopped being domineering and began to learn to behave with their tails between their legs.

Before Heimdall went to Hogwarts, he had heard that the Wizard Chess research room could not recruit people, and there might be a possibility of closing the room, and the situation this year might be even worse.

All the things that His Majesty was interested in at the beginning have now become malignant fungal infections that people fear and avoid in the German school. It can be seen how much failure the young Lacarlini, who lives an indulgent life, has failed in life.He only sees the way forward that he wants to see, I come, I see, I conquer - everything that is left behind is not within the scope of His Majesty's consideration.

Despite the psychological preparation, Heimdall couldn't help but sigh at the dilapidated scene that suddenly appeared after pushing the door open.

There is only one letter difference from Xinggong to Lenggong.

The Wizard Chess research room was dilapidated, and the number of staff in the room was also very small, including the head of the room, a total of four people.The highest grade among the four is the third grade, but he is not the head of the room. The current head of the room just rose to the second grade in September this year.

There is no doubt that this is a small research room.

The head of the second grade of this "very young" laboratory is a little annoyed today. If the concerns are not effectively resolved, in the future... he doesn't dare to think about the future.The dean desperately hopes that the person who helped them clean up the mess last school year can get away with it today.

There is also a wonderful but insignificant coincidence here. The second-year head of the room is also surnamed La Carlini, the same surname as His Majesty who has graduated.It's a pity that their family is not Italian, and it's a pity that there is no family history that can be traced back, so there is not even a "complete" genealogy.All this proves a rather helpless thing. Their family has nothing to do with La Carlini in Italy.

If they were relatives, the head of the room thought lonely, maybe he could try to write to each other, instead of being helpless like now, waiting for others to save him.

The annoyance of Chief Lacarlini is very simple to say, it is due to a game of wizard chess.After he arrived at the German school this morning, he received a strange letter from a strange owl.The address on the envelope and the title of the letter read "Durmstrang Wizard Chess Research Office", and the head of the office took it for granted that it was addressed to him.The letter paper was very ordinary, and it didn't attract his special attention at first. After skipping the usual polite words, his heart rate soared instantly without warning, and beads of sweat ooze from the chief's pink and white face.

The person who conveyed the message was Lacarlini Jr., but the person who wrote the letter was not him, maybe an assistant or something. Just like that, the head of the office still crumpled the letter paper excitedly.

The general content of the letter is: Your Majesty, I have left a set of ceramic chess pieces and a ceramic chessboard in the research room, please send them back to me.The first and last greetings are handled by the assistant himself.

Chief Lacarlini was worrying about how to get in touch with His Majesty, and he automatically matched him.

It took me a while to find a few room members. The room members did not have the "high consciousness" of the room chief. They just regarded this matter as an inconspicuous errand incident, and even complained a little. The mountain is high and the emperor is far away. What are they doing? Do you want to wait so carefully? !

However, the head of the research room is the largest, and the younger ones can only unite closely around the head, holding up His Majesty's letter and heading straight for the wizard chess research room.

La Carlini Jr. left more than one set of chessboards, and did not leave a single word on how to deal with these things when he graduated, so everyone had to lock them in a cabinet.The next thing is very easy, find out that set of ceramics, go to the ancient town of Kapok and send it through the wizard express, and you're done.

However, the development of things will never be as smooth as imagined.

In the dim light, I found the ceramic chessboard placed in the corner. The room was long for a long time, but the chess pieces on the chessboard were odd numbers a little away from 32.

An unknown feeling arises spontaneously.

The third-year room staff opened the door of the cabinet to expose the display inside to the light. Everyone saw the broken pieces of porcelain scattered on the chessboard. They were like piles of inconspicuous garbage, piled up lifelessly on the black and white chessboard. , scattered between one block after another.

The ignorant first-year room member felt a chill down his back as the room chief took down the chessboard tremblingly.

The third-year room members glanced back at the display racks to check if there was anything left behind. No matter their height or expression, they were very unique in the current environment where the whole room was stuffy.

The head of the room put the chessboard on the table with the help of the room member of the same grade, and the second-year room member couldn't help taking a step back, as if his breath would crack the remaining chess pieces.

The head of the room fixed his gaze on the smooth mirror-like surface of the chessboard, as if it was blooming and bearing fruit.

At the beginning, there were about nine sets of chessboards and chess pieces left by La Carlini Jr. The materials were luxurious and the workmanship was exquisite. No one dared to touch them unless His Majesty gave clear instructions, and they were locked in the cabinet for safety reasons.In the last school year, rumors of a closed room were widely spread among the students. The director who had just settled in the Wizard Chess laboratory was appointed as a newcomer who knew nothing, and became the youngest laboratory director in the history of the German school. And got all the keys in the research room.

Curious, the head of the office dares to swear to God, he didn't have any unreasonable thoughts, it was really just out of curiosity.One afternoon, he opened the door of the display cabinet. He dared not touch the one inlaid with gold and jade. Only chess board.

Then there is "boom"!

"Cracked."

The statement tone of the third-year room members brought the head back to his senses in an instant, and a shocking crack ran through the entire chessboard.

The head of the room hugged his head and wailed in frustration, and pulled the panic-looking roommates of the same grade past him.

"Quick! Get the head of the office quickly!" The head of the office yelled anxiously. "Last time, he made it up for me..."

It can be seen that the technology is not very good.The third-year room members curled their lips at an angle that everyone couldn't see. If it wasn't for Lacarlini's whim—I don't know the ins and outs, let's judge it like this—this chess piece will be "safe and sound" squatting in the display cabinet for a long, long time.

Both the chess pieces and the board have problems that seem to be falling apart, and even a layman would think that the wizard chess set is not far from being scrapped.

Life is like this, when you think life can't be worse, it will immediately turn around and give you some color.

Chief Lacarlini's rueful screams filled the room again.

Not long after, the door of the Wizard Chess research room was opened, and a piece of yellowed paper flew out with a sound of pulling. On the paper was a hovering quill.

Afterwards, Director Lacarlini heard a painful sentence that would linger throughout the next school year: "Wizard Chess Research Office, start recording!"

The quill flew rapidly as the voice fell.

"Where's the chief?" The young chief Lacarini forgot to be polite, and yelled out his heart in a hurry.

"He's not here," said the second-grade room member who was in charge of finding someone.

"If I'm not here, I won't look for it!" The head of the room went crazy.

In other words Heimdall was ignored.

The second-grade room member didn't forget, and slapped Heimdall, but unfortunately he was too weak to push, so he ran behind Heimdall and pushed him forward very childishly.

Heimdall's feet went through the doorway and stepped on the filthy and colorful floor tiles.

"He, he said..." The second-year room member let out a breath and walked out. "This senior brother said he can do it."

The head of the room scanned Heimdall from top to bottom like an infrared ray, his eyes full of sharp distrust.

"If it's okay, I'll leave." Heimdall said to the second-year room staff, and glanced to the side with a look of indifference.

The superiority in height—he stands out from the crowd in front of One, Two, and Three—and the careless squinting made the head of the room pissed off.

"Go! You are not welcome in our wizard chess research room!" A finger pointed directly at the door.

Heimdall said calmly, "The door-to-door fee is over."

Everyone, including the room chief, was stunned for a moment.The quill brush moved a few times, hovered, and Heimdall took down the quill, took the yellowed parchment floating in mid-air, and handed it to the room chief with a pale face.

"Sign, pay, six Galleons."

The head of the room seemed unable to understand the meaning of these words. It was the third-year room members who took the parchment first, glanced at it quickly, and had a strange expression on their faces.He passed the parchment to the chief, who slapped it away.

"What a mess, are you out of your mind, thinking about money like crazy!"

Heimdall raised his eyebrows, "I don't understand? I'm asking you to charge a visit fee, just like a doctor's visit fee..."

"I don't understand what you are saying! And no one invited you here! Let's go!" The room chief interrupted rudely, and hurriedly waved Heimdall away.

Heimdall still looked calm, "I understand, then credit." He wrote something under the parchment, and handed the parchment to the third grader, took out another notebook from his pocket, and wrote A few strokes were drawn on it.

Shit!Director Lacarlini thought contemptuously, I don't know how to pay a single Nat, it's really inexplicable.

However, Heimdall is sincerely grateful to Grindelwald. The "visit fee" comes from his old man's whimsy. To be honest, his old man has a lot of ideas, and he has not implemented them in the past because of the embarrassment of the heads of the departments. It is estimated that Grindelwald His successors are embarrassed to follow Brother Gai's Zhou Papi plan - judging from the current situation, he can finally follow the rules calmly.

Happy, the head of Stuluson's office, took back the notebook.

The third grade glanced at the signature on the head of the experimental laboratory on the top of the parchment, and was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes and stopped Heimdall who turned and walked out.

"What did you ask him to do!" The head of the room gritted his teeth, he had nothing to say to such an abnormal person.

The third grade, however, said urgently as the head of the emergency room: "Head, should we go and see what's going on with the head of the small room, in case he is called away by someone else—" dragging his voice meaningfully.

The head of the room was already preoccupied, and he was even more distracted by such a stimulus. He immediately sent the second-year room staff to invite him again, but felt that it was inappropriate, so he decided to wait with his classmates.

The third grade nodded straight, expressing that they would take a good look at the house with the first grade students, and hinted to the head of the room that they would try their best to persuade the senior brother to stop asking them for money.The director's heart was no longer here, so he didn't think much, and called the classmate to leave together.

The third grade took the bewildered first grade and waved the handkerchief to watch the two leave. Then the third grade changed his expression and welcomed Heimdall to the back of a screen, pointing to the almost scrapped products on the table and said: "Do you think it can be remedied?"

Looking at the third grade and Heimdall from the first grade in the past, I was a little at a loss.

The third grade patted his face, "Would you like to go to the door and watch?"

"Look?" The first grade didn't quite understand.

The third grade smiled slightly, "This is our secret."

The first grade subconsciously thought it was wrong, because the room chief said...but he couldn't refuse the senior in front of him. From just now until now, the room chief didn't even give him a straight look, and this senior has always treated him very kindly.In comparison, the first graders scratched their heads and went to the door to be a security guard.

Heimdall watched him perform his acting skills in silence from just now, and dismissed the others with a few words.

The third grader turned his eyes back to Heimdall's face, looking full of expectation.

Heimdall said unhurriedly: "You have to understand that I want to collect money."

"Isn't it possible to pay on credit? Then let's pay on credit." The third grade was very happy.

"Can you call the shots?"

"Can't you make some records, just write another one and it's over."

Heimdall raised an eyebrow.

The third grade showed an attentive smile, "I've heard about Mr. Stulusson's ability, you should take a look first." The implication is that he doesn't understand and pretends that others don't. I understand the second grade.

Heimdall curled his lips expressionlessly, lowered his gaze and landed on the table.

"Wow!" The next second, Heimdall leaned over and stared at the chessboard in amazement.

The third grade misunderstood the exclamation, "Is there no way to fix it?"

"It's such a pity, how could it be like this..." Heimdall muttered to himself with emotion.

"The cracks were repaired before, but now they are cracked again, and the chess pieces are also broken." The third grade pointed to the pile of ceramic fragments.

"If the foundation is faulty, the buildings built on it will naturally be affected to varying degrees." Heimdall said.

The third grade saw that he was not surprised, and the sense of admiration for him became stronger, and his words and deeds became more respectful.

"So who made it up?" Heimdall had an answer in his heart.

"Little... Kane made it up. I don't know the situation at that time, our room chief said so."

As expected.Heimdall said slowly: "Let's leave it to the chief, your chief has already invited you."

If he can fix it, will there still be things today? !The third grade really felt that that person was unreliable, and just wanted to fight for a few more words, but saw Heimdall looking thoughtful.

"Did Kane never ask you for money?"

The third grade saw him suddenly put on a dignified appearance that the sky was about to fall, and suddenly panicked, "Kane has mended the chessboard for us, I didn't hear that he asked the head of the room for money..." Heimdall's face turned black Yes, the third grade added hastily, "I've never heard of other labs giving money on credit."

Heimdall's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

The "progressive" head of the small office finally stepped on the simple bottom line of the head of Sturlusson.