HP's Foreign Land

Bonasera stared at the elegant and eloquent fellow student on the stage, his handsome little face was so gloomy that he was about to squeeze out water.It was supposed to be his stage, but now he stretches his neck like those vulgar followers who have been injected with inferior euphoria, looking up at the stage from below, like a hungry poultry with its mouth open and neighing waiting to be fed.

The most difficult thing for Bonasera to bear was their geographical gap. He felt that he was not valued, and his self-esteem took a hit.

"What about my speech?!" Bonasera has repeated countless times. "When is he going to talk about it?"

Heimdall repeatedly warned him not to be as knowledgeable as that competitor. Merlin knew whether Bonasera had listened to him, so Heimdall had no choice but to hold his arm to prevent him from making a surprise move.

Bonasera always had one whim or another, and he would throw the bat-spirit spell (extra large dung egg) in the middle of a lecture at the people below who were not paying attention to him--more violently than some professors; He would also jump down and kiss a certain student during a speech - just because that person applauded louder; if he was in a good mood, he would also fire at the student who happened to make eye contact with him, and put the lower grade child to death. "Dian" is sweating profusely and can't stop; he will even walk away because of his unhappiness, leaving a group of supporters and those who are going to discredit him there to look at each other, creating conditions for the topic of belittling himself...

Right now, Bonasera wants nothing more than to spit on the stage.

Heimdall, who already had quite a lot of experience feeding Bonasera, slapped his hand over his mouth, killing his impulse in the cradle.

"We agreed before, don't add more programs without authorization, okay?" This baby made him grow a lot of gray hair.

Bonasera looked at Heimdall unwillingly, and nodded lonely after a while, that grievance... Heimdall let go of his hand dumbfounded, and Bonasera threw himself into Heimdall with an "ow". Dahl's arms, just because he met the eyes of the one on the stage.

"I'm about to die..." The Italian brother who was half a head taller than Heimdall trembled, which surprised the students around him.

This is another "problem" of Bonasera.

Heimdall calmly took out an oval vanity mirror with a handle from his pocket, "Come here, look here." While saying that, he pulled Bonasera's head out of his shoulder socket.

Bonasera, who seemed to be dying, turned his head slowly. As soon as he touched himself in the mirror, his narrowed eyes immediately swelled into walnut shapes.He snatched the mirror and murmured and sighed facing the mirror.

When narcissism becomes a "disease", the only one suffering is yourself.According to Bonasera's own words, he can't stand ugly people, but his aesthetic view is rather peculiar. His so-called "ugliness" is not limited to appearance, or his aesthetic view does not strictly follow the standards recognized by the public.

Some people are indeed ugly, and some are not. For example, the sixth grader who is giving a speech on the stage. In all fairness, this person is far from being ugly, but Bonasera keeps calling him "ugly" in private. Get rid of competition psychology.

Bonasera always thinks he is the most handsome, which coincides with the self-evaluation of Mr. Lockhart in the UK. What makes people happy is that he is not completely self-centered like Lockhart. At least he has publicly "Praise" Heimdall's looks.

He said, "Not on my level, but gratifyingly above average." This is by far the highest compliment Bonasera has given in public.Therefore, a large part of the reason why Bonasera relies on Heimdall is that Heimdall's very rare looks are within his "bearable range".

As the "vice chairman", Heimdall only laughed when he was asked about it. (PS: It seems that I always label the chairman as the chairman, or I should unify it, and use the chairman for all in the future. I hope my friends will supervise.)

"...So, I think that this academic year is not only the innovation of the system of our student union, but also a critical moment for the research departments to keep pace with the times!"

Heim Dalton, who was arguing with Bonasera, lived. Why did he seem to hear something extraordinary? !He let go of Bonasera to increase his attention, but was hugged by Bonasera, bluffing in his ear with jealousy, "Ah, ah, you will be hooked up by him too, no, I won't promise!"

Is this guy weaned?Heimdall pushed him hard, but Bonasera was so strong. The two fought for a while to no avail. Heimdall heard nothing, and couldn't help feeling angry. He just wanted to give him something powerful, but Ka Karloff suddenly stepped onto the stage and looked at the audience with a blank expression on his face. The restless students seemed to have been "petrified" and the entire auditorium became silent.

The principal has been invited, this guy is well prepared, and he is the kind who is fully prepared and just waiting for the door.The faces of the heads of the research laboratories present were not very good. Unlike Heimdall, these people heard every word from the beginning to the end.

This strong contender for the sixth-grade student council president intends to extend his democracy to the whole school, and believes that the directors of each research department should also conduct open elections like the student union. One-term direct appointment.As if I sincerely govern for the people, doesn't he know that he hasn't been elected yet? !The room chiefs vomited frantically in their hearts.

He was urging everyone to "follow the next offense", mobilize everyone's enthusiasm through a specious and incendiary speech with blurred focus, and finally slammed a kick towards the goal. The gesture is enough to make the blood of the onlookers boil.

"There is no such precedent in our school." Karkaroff was not in a hurry to answer the candidate with a "yes" or "no."

Just kidding, thinking of him as the head of the school, why would Mao want to be questioned by a boy who is also his student in front of others—and in front of his own students? !Well, the principal still understands that sensationalism is not good, and others should despise sensationalism, but he himself is grandstanding... STOP!How can you say he is grandstanding? !

"Our school didn't run for the chairman of the student union in the last school year." The sixth grader is not a fuel-efficient lamp. If he was fuel-efficient, he would not be standing here, delaying Bonasera's last canvassing speech.

It seems that no one remembers Bonasera at this time.

"What on earth is he going to do?" Bonasera pursed her lips, snuggling into Heimdall's arms with a hurt look on her face.

"He was going to die and live," Heimdall said.

"He is going to change the dynasty and pave the way for him to be elected." The new director of the broomstick research laboratory this school year lined up and appeared beside Heimdall, followed by other directors of large and small research laboratories, Everyone's face is very gloomy.

The candidates on the stage took out a parchment signed by many people. The content of the parchment was a petition about the staff of each research laboratory agreeing to his public statement of "the following commits the above" and applying to the principal for execution Book.The long parchment was spread out, and the expressions of the room chiefs were grim.

Several of the room chiefs looked at the people around them in disbelief, because they saw the people around them and some names that he never dreamed would appear on the parchment that was circulated.The room leaders who were kept in the dark first felt the thunderbolt, the anger of being betrayed was ignited, and when these emotions boiled to the peak, they plummeted in an instant, and what was left was emptiness and sadness.

"MD, I want to clean up the house!" The Broomstick Research Office has always been the big brother of the German School's research rooms, and being slapped publicly like this is tolerable or unbearable.

Heimdall saw the name of Kane, who had recently disappeared as if wearing an invisibility cloak, on the petition.

"Why haven't you kicked him out yet!" The head of the broomstick research room squinted at Heimdall, with a look of contempt that "being kind to the enemy is cruel to oneself".

Together with the one in front of him, Heimdall has worked with six directors of the broomstick research laboratory. The personal characteristics of the research laboratory are also inherited. They are generally in the same tone, love to laugh at others, and like to hold back.The one in front of me is the most vivid one among the six.In the Kane incident, he contributed a lot and added trouble to himself, so Heimdall has always been lukewarm to him.

As always, he didn't get a response, and he didn't even look away. The head of the room had a somewhat embarrassing expression.

The head of the Wizard Chess Research Office has been courting Heimdall recently, especially after learning that Lacarini Jr. invited him to dinner, he began to greet him, perhaps because he wanted Heimdall to introduce him.He claimed to have a good relationship with Heimdall, and publicly emphasized that he and Kane had already drawn a clear line, so he asked the same question as the head of the broomstick research room.

"I wrote him an exit order and he never came to sign it," Heimdall said.

Because Durmstrang's laboratory is an interest group, joining and quitting are voluntary. The director has no right to directly expel the staff. Usually, this is achieved by writing a withdrawal order, and the other party's signature is required.However, according to the unwritten tradition that has been prevalent in German schools for many years, the head of the department wrote an exit order, which means expulsion. Even if the fact of expulsion cannot be obtained by the other party's signature, the fact of expulsion still exists, and the expelled students will not be shameless.

The appearance of Kane's name on the list of "the following offenders" indicates that this sixth-grade competitor decided to strictly follow the rules. In other words, Kane is still a member of the laboratory, and Heimdall's withdrawal order has become A blank sheet of paper.Kane has the qualifications of "the following offense".

The head of the Wizard Chess Research Office began to scold Kane for being shameless, but unfortunately, this move did not resonate. Everyone knew what kind of relationship he had with Kane, so they were a little disgusted with his behavior.Upon seeing this, the chief Lacarlini shut up, and retreated from there in despair.

"What about my speech?" Bonasera was still figuring out what to do.

"You can't speak today." Heimdall said, judging from the current situation, the student union chairman election may have to wait until after the farce is over.

"I reckon the principal will agree." The room chiefs came to this conclusion after pondering over the principal's facial expression.

"There are other candidates' signatures on that parchment." Carlo squeezed back from the front, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead, his face was as red as a peach.

In other words, the other candidates were all defeated by the one on stage.

"Ah? What about me? Why didn't I know?" Bonasera became inexplicably alert, emphasizing that he didn't know anything about it, and seemed very annoyed.

"You have been marginalized." Heimdall shook his head amusedly. Hasn't this person discovered how cramped his social circle is until now?The other candidates never greeted him, ignored him, and, of course, Bonasera himself didn't have the concept.

Bonasera blinked in confusion, as if she didn't quite understand what Heimdall meant.

"I've decided!" The head of the broomstick research room slapped Bonasera's shoulder vigorously, and was surprised to find that the latter's bones were harder than expected, and his body was stronger than expected, so he slapped Bonasera down so solidly Sera didn't even bat an eye.

The head of the broomstick research office nodded in satisfaction, and gave a thumbs up with admiration, "When I get rid of those little bastards, I will support you as the chairman of the student union." As soon as the words were said, the other heads nodded in agreement.

Bonasera puffed his mouth, and seemed not willing to buy it. Heimdall blocked Bonasera's mouth again with his hand, "What you say is what you say!" He stared at the head of the room intently, implying that he could not go back on his word.

After finally getting Heimdall's active response, the head of the department was elated, nodded his head hastily, and asked the other heads of the department to copy it without losing shape.

Heimdall laughed, and so did the room chiefs.

Bonasera, who was gagged, rolled his eyeballs, looked left and right, probably not wanting to be "excluded" again, and smirked together.

Heimdall whispered in his ear: "At first I thought you were unbearable, I have been learning to bear you, I think I have done a good job, I really want to continue to be good, so now, the most unbearable thing for me is this Endurance may well be over. Don't disappoint me, Ada."

Bonasera grabbed his hand, "I thought you were annoying too," paused, "I still hate you—"

Heimdall said with a smile: "Pay attention to the occasion, Mr. Bonasera, now is not the time to whisper."

"Oh," Bonasera screamed exaggeratedly. "That's it, that's it, you always don't let me do this or that." He said so, but he held Heimdall's arm affectionately and didn't let go.

Witnessing all this, Carlo bowed his head and turned a few pages forward in the book in his hand, made a big cross next to the names of all the candidates - including the one on the stage - and circled Ada Bonasera , and put a check mark next to it: President of the Student Union.It may feel a bit arbitrary, so I added a parenthesis: almost the same.

This week, several famous people among the German school graduates received letters from Igor Karkaroff.Karkaroff kindly asked about their recent situation in the letter, and his pride permeated between the lines.At the end of the letter, there is a digression—anyone with a discerning eye can see that this paragraph is the focus of the whole article. The general idea is to ask them if they can spare time to go back to school this Thursday, and briefly explain the reason.

Each research room of the German school will hold a "following the next" activity, and the ingenious room members can challenge their room leaders. If the room leader is not as good as the person, the result is to leave directly.Karkaroff has allowed this event to be held, and these alumni are invited to join in the fun and be a witness.

The prudent principal Karkaroff invited a group of young people, because young people's minds are not easily rigidized by rules and regulations, they are willing to accept new things, and they will not be suspicious, such as this "offender above".Karkaroff wants alumni to promote their alma mater in the society, not for criticism and self-criticism.

The candidates he selected include Victor Klum, Duncan Orwell, etc. who have graduated in recent years, as well as Alvin Benson, Ray Dias, Jean Tanestam, etc. Excellent alumni who graduated.

There is one more person, of course Karkaroff will not miss him, little Lacarlini.

Little La Carlini took off the ring and pressed it hard on the wax seal, and then handed the letter to the assistant. The coquettish assistant gave a wink, and Little La Carlini's lips curled up. Avoid flirting with female colleagues when work is not busy.

The door of the office was opened, and his father appeared beside it.

The assistant immediately puffed up her chest and retracted her abdomen dignifiedly and gracefully. Lacarlini waved his hand, and the assistant walked out quickly.When she passed by La Carlini, La Carlini saw the letter in her hand, and there was a moment of thought on his face.

Little La Carlini suddenly felt restless.

"I heard that you rejected Tao Li's invitation again." La Carlini closed the door, as if preparing to gossip with his son.

Little Lacarlini didn't dare to really think that they were chatting. On the surface, he pretended to be indifferent to this topic, and he was very energetic in his heart.

"She's snitching on you again? She's always staring at our family's money." Little La Carlini tried his best to appear weak and lacking in opinion on this matter.

"Did she tell you that?" La Carlini raised the corner of his mouth—if you stood on his right hand, you would find that the expressions of the father and son were very similar when viewed from this angle.

La Carlini pursed his mouth and looked very unhappy.

"Lovely girl, she is very frank."

Little Lacarlini didn't smile, and muttered seemingly casually, "...Grandpa also said that he would introduce me to some good ladies from aristocratic families. I'm still young, and I still have many choices."

As expected, this sentence wiped away the smile on Raccarini's face.

"Your grandfather really intends to do that?"

Little Lacarini swallowed his throat and shrugged his shoulders heartlessly, "I'm not very clear. Grandpa mentioned it once, and it sounds like the other party is on the same level as us."

La Carlini stared at his son expressionlessly. Under such gaze, La Carlini Jr. shrank his shoulders and did not contradict his father in his eyes.

"You invited Rommel Sturluson's illegitimate son to dinner two days ago?"

Earlier, Rommel insisted that Heimdall was an adopted son, but outsiders generally believed that the adopted son was actually an illegitimate child of an unknown mother—eight or nine out of ten he was a seductive woman who traded in flesh and blood.Until Sirius Black came along, and Lucius Malfoy publicly admitted.Although Heimdall had long since gotten rid of the embarrassment of an unknown mother, Raccarini still called him an illegitimate son, and even dismissed his name.

"Yes." La Carlini Jr. didn't think it was a good idea to sing a different tune at this time.

"I hope you understand what you're doing," Lacarlini put pressure on his son calmly. "I remember I warned you not to associate with that disgusting magical creature."

"Never again, father." Lacarini Jr. respectfully promised that the deadline for the guarantee was this Thursday.