HP's Foreign Land

Under Karkaroff's conscious emotion, Durmstrang College's first student union chairman election was carried out vigorously. Both the elected representatives and the voters were all elated and enthusiastic, and everyone's enthusiasm was on the rise.

After the first week of registration and screening, a total of six students remained on the principal's election list. Among the six, five were in the sixth grade, and the remaining one was in the seventh grade.None of the fifth graders who were eligible to participate in the election signed up. After calm thinking, everyone thought that they should try their best to focus on the choice of the future, instead of arguing with students in grades higher than their own who has the loudest voice here.

The official speech of the elected representatives must be in the Tutian Auditorium, a designated place of the school, and illegal buildings are strictly built in the school.Perhaps in order to highlight their strict self-discipline and lead by example, all the elected representatives gave up using magic and tortured their own vocal cords without hesitation.

Accompanied by Carlo, Heimdall listened to a speech that was said to be very exciting, and could not sit still for half the time.

Except for the supporters crowded in the front with piercing eyes and pious faces, they were intoxicated by the grand blueprint that the speaker had imagined for them and could not extricate themselves.Amidst the buzzing tinnitus, the other students present looked up, impassively assuming that a chandelier was suddenly thrown obliquely in a dramatic way, and broke free from the chain in mid-air. into someone's head...

The brain supplementers showed a gratified smile.

Heimdall looked at Carlo, and the well-informed Mr. Jones calmly waved him to go first. Heimdall retreated, and several students escaped behind him.

Everyone looked at each other at the entrance of the auditorium, then laughed a few times knowingly, nodded to each other and parted ways.

When Ada Bonasera passed by a statue of a blindfolded lady holding a sword in Heimdall, she suddenly emerged from behind the holly hedge. The snow on the polygonal stone slab was trampled and compacted, and the surface was wet and slippery. The picture-perfect Bonasera didn't have time to put on a pose that he thought he was handsome, slipped on his feet, and threw forward with a forward movement that destroyed the picture.

Heimdall stopped in surprise and opened his mouth slightly.

Ada got up and rushed up to grab his hand, not at all embarrassed by the ugliness just now. After Heimdall touched his palm, he found that it was wet, and it didn't seem to be caused by the fall just now.

Don't look at Bonasera's heartless appearance, after all, he is an ordinary student with flesh and blood.

"You want to run for the president of the student union?" Bonasera stared at Heimdall without blinking.

"I don't seem to be on the six-man list." Heimdall tried to judge Mr. Bonasera without common sense, so he seemed very calm when he said this.

"What's the matter, as long as you speak, the principal will definitely agree." Bonasera didn't hesitate at all.

Well, Mr. Bonasera sometimes looks at problems relatively deeply.

"I'm not interested in the title of student council president." Heimdall didn't want to get entangled in this issue, and pulled his hand back. "So you can rest assured?"

Bonasera smiled, took Heimdall's hand for the second time, and said affectionately: "Stulusson, come and help me run for the election."

Heimdall looked at him for a few seconds, and then smiled briefly. This guy will make the most of the situation.

Bonasera seemed extremely satisfied with his "flash of inspiration", and smugly raised the corners of his mouth: "Once I am elected, I will appoint you as the vice-chairman of the student union."

Before sitting on the dragon chair, he began to think about how to divide the entrustment, and Heimdall shook his head in amazement.

Bonasera's hand clenched even tighter, his eyes widened to the limit, and the whites of his eyes grew more and more. Maybe he thought it was very sincere, "I will definitely fulfill my promise!"

Heimdall thought that he should practice a more appropriate way of expression in the mirror, and staring his eyes like this might be counterproductive.

"You have to understand," Heimdall said. "It's useless to do this alone. Pulling others to overcome difficulties with you must have a large enough common interest that shines brightly ahead. This interest must satisfy the person you hope to win in terms of expectations or fantasies, even if it's just a show. Even if you don't think so, but when you make a promise, even if it's a lie, you have to convince the other party that it's true, and you have to believe it."

Bonasera blinked in confusion.

Heimdall took the opportunity to hold hands, but although Bonasera was confused, she did not forget to hold him tightly.

"Let me put it more simply." Heimdall told him. "I'm not interested in the benefits you give, wait, listen to me." Bonasera pursed her lips in embarrassment. "The student union is useless to me. If I am interested in the student union, I will go directly to run for the chairman instead of waiting for you to give me some title."

Bonasera let go, looking very upset, he understood Heimdall.

"So," Heimdall patted him on the shoulder with his free hand, and rubbed his wet palm on his body without any trace, "Think about it carefully, if your conditions can impress me, I will Think I'd be happy to help you out."

Heimdall could swear to Merlin, the last sentence was definitely a comforting scene, but it's a pity that Bonasera didn't think so, and his fighting spirit was rekindled.

Bonasera said excitedly: "Don't worry, I won't let you down!" He turned around and strode away with high spirits.

Heimdall looked at his retreating back in silence for a moment, then looked at the statue of a lady standing in front of the holly fence and listening to their conversation, "Did he misunderstand something?"

The statue of a lady kept her face half down and said nothing, her flowing dress remained motionless in the howling wind.

After an arduous and arduous ideological struggle, Director Lacarlini of the Wizard Chess Research Laboratory finally knocked on the door of the Experimental Research Laboratory.

All the debts owed by the Wizard Chess Research Office have been repaid, but Director Lacarini still used his pocket money. For this reason, he missed a long-awaited whitening product that was said to have a significant effect.

In the past two days, Director Lacarlini always felt that the person in the mirror was sallow and haggard, and the powder at hand could not make up for the terrible sallowness. Every time he thought of missing that special effect product because of pocket money, the director would say With a look of bitterness and hatred on his face, even his optimistic brother Kane is not pleasing to the eye.

Director Lacarlini began to dawdle in front of Heimdall intentionally or unintentionally, trying his best to create chance encounters. When they did meet, they didn’t know what to say. The meetings always ended with "Hello" and "Goodbye". Day by day passed in his anxiety.

And the repair of the ceramic wizard chess set has never been progressed. Kane would report the progress to him every day, but then it became frequent. It was only when he saw his back that he suddenly realized that he was hiding from him.

In other words, he can't handle that chess piece?With this apprehension, he blocked Kane at the intersection.Kane denied his speculation. At that time, Lacarini’s assistant sent a letter urging him. I feel restless when I write a letter.

Under such mood swings, he ran into Heimdall on campus—this time it was a real chance encounter.Seeing that his expression was wrong, Heimdall thought of the room chief who had been showing kindness to him all the time recently, adhering to the idea of ​​reciprocity, Heimdall stepped forward to express his greetings with concern.

Chief Lacarlini spoke incoherently about the letter as if grasping at straws. Heimdall didn't ask much, but said: "I think you should explain the real situation of the chessboard and chess pieces clearly. The perfect thing that can be repaired should not be left to chance. The things that have been repaired are not original after all. Rather than being discovered by the owner of the chessboard in the future and giving him a reason to make use of it, it is better to explain it clearly now. There may still be some unpleasantness in it, but In the end, troubles were avoided.”

That’s what Heimdall said, and he didn’t expect Chief Lacarlini to listen to it. However, the cornered chief took his words as wise words, felt enlightened, and immediately approached Kane with the letter , and told Kane exactly what Heimdall said.

What was Kane thinking in his mind? Chief Lacarlini no longer wanted to bother to be considerate. The conflict between them had already existed, and that gap was not comparable to the one on the wizard chess board.

Kane's face changed, and he said with an unhappy face: "I have given full power to deal with this matter. What's the point of letting others dictate?"

Director Lacarlini was already uneasy, and he was a little distracted, and when he heard Kane's words, he exploded.

"If you can handle it, will I do this?" After all, considering the relationship between the two, he hurriedly added a sentence. "I think what Director Sturluson said is right. You should explain the real situation. You can write me a report on the damage of the chessboard, and I will write to Lacarini Jr. I still have to trouble you for the repair. Yes, because of our friendship, please hurry up and think of a way."

Kane was really annoyed at the beginning, but his face gradually improved when he heard the last sentence, and he turned around without saying a word and wrote the damage report.Director Lacarlini waited for more than an hour to hold the report with only a few lines in it. He believed that Kane was deliberately against him, and he was so angry that the two broke up.

Director La Carlini underestimated the importance that La Carlini Jr. attached to the chessboard; underestimated the role of damage reports; and underestimated La Carlini Jr.'s patience.One of the prerequisites for all this underestimation is that he overestimated Kane's ability.

So it doesn't seem too surprising that he received a roaring letter from La Carlini Jr.

Under the momentum of Heimdall, Roaring Letter became the protagonist of the German school, and successfully squeezed out the "Victor Krum's Wonderful Moments on the Field" series of posters, which occupied the first place in the list of the most popular among German school students. A new first.

Facing such a "game", other research labs can only lament that their luck is bad. Who made them just catch up with the golden age of this pair? Certainly.

The fact that Director Lacarlini received the roaring letter became a well-known secret in the whole school under the publicity of those who cared, and the head of the small room completely faded out of everyone's sight.

Although Chief Lacarlini insisted afterwards that the bastard who leaked his privacy must be pulled out, but after a while, it stopped.To be honest, there are almost no absolute secrets in the castle, and there are boring portraits everywhere, waiting to see the jokes of the living.

Naturally, Lacarlini Jr.'s roaring letter will not "present facts and reason" like Heimdall's. The content is quite simple and the wording is crisp and neat.There is only one central idea: what are you!

If it is placed in a newspaper or magazine, the tone of this sentence will definitely become the headline of that issue. The font is huge and eye-catching, and it will be squeezed directly into your field of vision, making it impossible to ignore.The unknown "informer" then vividly described to other portraits how brilliant the face of Chief Lacarlini was when he was yelled at by the terrible roaring letter.

【The last sentence. 】The informer held his head high triumphantly, whetting the appetites of others. The other portraits did not disappoint the informer, urging him to reveal the secret.The informer smiled in satisfaction, and imitated the tone of the roaring letter, 【I only know that the head of the laboratory is Heimdall Strulusson!What is Kane again!Don't push some messy people to perfuse me!Get Strulusson to contact me and I'll talk to him directly! 】That's it, with the words of the former Majesty, the ceramic chessboard went around and was transferred to the experimental research room, which became Heimdall's burden.Seeing the room chief Lacarini put the chessboard and chess pieces carefully on his desk with a flattering face, he pushed forward lightly as if he was afraid that he would not see them, and waited until he was sure that the chessboard pieces had entered his field of vision. He let go of his hand and took a step back, staring at him with a smile on his face, Heimdall couldn't help sighing.

"This is Mr. Lacarlini's mailing address." Chief Lacarlini handed over a piece of paper, quickly withdrew his hands, and continued to lie down and make small gestures.

Heimdall looked over the room chief's right shoulder, and saw someone outside the half-open door opening his head again.

"It's not urgent. According to my visual inspection, the damage to the chessboard is relatively serious. I will file a damage report." Heimdall pointed to the chessboard. "I'll try to contact Mr. Lacarlini Jr., and we'll talk about the details after we get in touch." As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper with the words "Examination Report Form for Experimental Research Laboratory of Durmstrang College" and so on. The list, densely packed with detailed and comprehensive descriptions of magic items.

Director Lacarlini was annoyed and wanted to hit the wall. This is the report issued by the experimental laboratory.At the same time, after taking a reassurance pill, he suddenly felt much more stable, and the way he looked at Heimdall also changed qualitatively.

"You can figure it out," he couldn't help but began to use honorifics. "I have no objection." She said goodbye and left with a low eyebrow.

Heimdall looked up, and saw the looking head again.

"Come in." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and looked at the chessboard on the table. The onlooker happily walked in, stretched out his hand to harass the pod cat like every time before, and was swung away by the pod cat's paw just like every time before. Leaves long, red claw marks.

Bonasera folded her hands, crying like always.

Ever since he wanted to win Heimdall to go to the glorious tomorrow with him, he has "stationed" beside Heimdall, like a ghost behind the scenes, it is no exaggeration to say that he even wants to go to the toilet Urine, even if it is a tuba, he will stand outside the door and ask if there is enough toilet paper. If he doesn’t answer, he will climb up the door and poke a face from above like a ghost in a horror movie Blurred head——Because of the backlight, Heimdall was so entangled with him that he collapsed, and then he no longer refused his approach, and clearly realized that it was useless to refuse.

Bonasera stared at Heimdall for a while, then suddenly said, "After I am elected, I will send someone to write the report for you."

Heimdall's face was numb. This was another method Bonasera used to "torture" him, and he made every effort to promise "XXXX after I'm elected".Heimdall was glad that he listened to what he had to say, but he didn't want to shoot himself in the foot.

In a way, Bonasera is a wonderful flower.

Heimdall pointed to the address, "I thought you would say to help speak well of Lacarlini."

"I can't do it." Bonasera shook his head regretfully. "I can't talk to him."

"I've seen you eating together." Heimdall didn't believe it.

"Our tradition of Italian wizards, even if we don't know each other, should take time to get together when we are in different places, and this has nothing to do with the level of friendship between them." Bonasera said. "I don't understand what he said. He always looks impatient when I speak. I don't like him." Very straightforward judgment.

Heimdall thought about it carefully, except for that dinner party, he had indeed never seen them in contact at other times.Realizing that there was little information to be gained from Bonasera, Heimdall shrugged.

"After I am elected, I will send someone to help you write a letter to La Carlini."

Heimdall covered his forehead, "Please forgive me..."