HP's Foreign Land

The school doctor, Mr. Follett, hurried over with a small medicine box, and the student who was sent by Tanestam to get the ointment followed behind with empty hands and a helpless expression.

Mr. Follett will not give any ointment to anyone without witnessing it himself, although the errand runner has spent the life of his future spouse reassuring that there are no life-threatening emergencies in the school; No one planned to eat it, and Mr. Follett chose to go to the scene and see it for himself-and who knows how many other halves this child will have in the future.

The students cooperated very well, and the school doctor soon came to the high platform.The former student union president and the former student union vice-chairman stood beside Kane moaning in pain, and his little followers watched over him, like searchlights on the periphery of a Muggle prison, always on guard against the approach of criminals.

Heimdall and Bonasera stood far away, and Bonasera stood on tiptoe to look around from time to time, and then turned around to make a few gloating smiles at Heimdall.Heimdall stared at the ground stupidly, with an innocent face, holding Kane's wand in his hand. The other party stuffed it into his hand just now. The pain caused by acute dragon pox made the other party forget that he should take the wand back.

The heart-piercing screams broke out suddenly, and Dias and Tanestam involuntarily retreated back. Kane's ghostly crying and wolf howling startled the two strong-willed seniors.

Mr. Follett unscrewed the lid of the jar slowly and handed it to Kane, whose face was flushed, and said calmly: "Look carefully before howling, the medicine hasn't been applied yet."

Kane's face froze, the howl stuck in his throat.

Dias and Tanestam looked at each other, one biting the tip of his tongue while facing to the right, while the other turned to the left to divert attention.

"I bet it doesn't hurt that much." Bonasera winked at Heimdall.

"...Everyone's pain is different." Heimdall said indifferently.

Bonasera grinned. "He must be faking it."

Heimdall wasn't sure if he was trying to reassure himself, but it felt good, so he smiled, "Why are you so sure?"

"Because he's not pretending to be like me!" Bonasera resolutely declared that he was the one who made a fuss out of molehills. "This guy has no talent, obviously lacks practice, and is far behind me!"

Heimdall looked away, Bonasera was puzzled, and moved his face closer, "What's wrong?"

Heimdall simply turned around, and Bonasera chased after him unwillingly, "What's wrong with you?"

Until the school doctor announced the results of Kane's treatment, Director Strulusson never gave Bonasera a close-up.

The school doctor skillfully tied the bandages on Kane, and Kane collapsed to the ground limply. The junior follower kept wiping his forehead with a handkerchief, although there didn't seem to be any traces of moisture on it.

The school doctor backed away from Kane, and the servant rushed forward and howled like a child whose parents had died, which happened to save Kane's trouble.The school nurse shook his head speechlessly, took out a towel soaked in concoction to wipe his hands, and Dias and Tanestam stepped forward to inquire about the situation.

Mr. Follett said: "Although he looks in pain, as if he has some kind of extremely toxic biological injury in his body," the old school doctor paused, and stuffed the towel back into the medicine cabinet. "Acute dragon pox can't kill anyone. At least I haven't heard of anyone dying from it in my decades of medical practice. Chronic dragon pox may cause complications when it becomes severe..."

Tanestam didn't want to listen to his nagging about medical classics, and asked bluntly, "How long does it take to recover?"

"One and a half hours." The school doctor waved his sleeves and left slowly.

Dias decisively asked the house elf to bring a sofa chair and place Kane on it.

Whether the game will continue, no one asked Kane's opinion, is he sick and needs to rest, everyone unanimously decided not to bother him.

Heimdall sat directly on the edge of the stage, flirting with the old man who rushed to the front, chatting with the same shameless Duncan and others who occupied the seats of the younger brothers, to pass the time.

"It's okay, I have time," Heimdall said when Dias came to ask for his thoughts. "To be exact, I still have 31 hours of free time. Well, if the principal allows me to skip class tomorrow, then it will be 31 hours. And most of our astronomy practical classes are in the evening, so it is good for us to go to bed a few hours later. It's nothing to say, is it?"

"I think I see what you mean, thanks."

Director Strulusson made up his mind to settle this matter before the weekend. There is nothing perfect in the world. Since he pressed the fast-forward and he left in accordance with the fast-forward rhythm, he must continue the fast-forward to the end.Suddenly change the stop button of the square pattern?Merlin's balls! ! !

Dias announced on the spot that the group arena would continue in an hour and a half. He checked the time and said, "Has anyone decided to go to dinner?"

Heimdall discussed with Victor and responded to the call. When passing by Tanestam, Heimdall sent an invitation, "You can go with us."

"No, you go, I still have to go to the professor." Tanestam returned him a gentle smile.

Victor and Tanestam nodded and pulled Heimdall away.

"Doesn't he like me too much?" Heimdall was a little hurt when he refused him with an excuse that students seldom use nowadays.

"I can assure you that he is telling the truth." Victor kissed Heimdall's temple.

"He said he was going to find a professor, but he has already graduated." Heimdall bowed his head aggrievedly and snapped his fingers.

"Yeah, look for the professor. He has indeed graduated, so why not allow him to have a meal with his adoptive father, talk about work, talk about life?"

"Father?" Heimdall forgot to snap his fingers.

"Jean Tanestam is the adopted son of Professor Katenen." Victor's tone was very ordinary.

Heimdall's mouth circled into an "O".

The attendant circled the sofa chair 48 times, during which he sighed 32 times, clicked his mouth 27 times, stomped his feet [-] times, crossed his waist [-] times, and smirked into the air nine times... When his stomach first Six times he let out a hunger whine, and he made a momentous decision to leave Kane, sleeping soundly on the couch, behind him for the time being.

He climbed off the stage, left the auditorium, plunged into the snow, and rushed to the cafeteria.

The auditorium became silent, except for Kane, who was grinning happily in his sleep-the school doctor's ointment has a calming effect on the nerves-the grunting sound that came and went.

"Eat some more celery." Victor pushed back part of the celery that Heimdall had picked into his plate.

Heimdall looked like he'd swallowed a snot-flavored Bibi Bean.

Duncan watched with a smile on his face. He hadn't seen such a scene for a long time.The other alumni who had only casually known the pair at school showed disbelief.

Little Lacarlini had to re-examine Heimdall again. In just a few days, he no longer knew how many times his original concept had been subverted.

Heimdall stretched out an index finger with a look of disgust, and pushed the side of the plate one by one. The plate rubbed and rubbed... and came back to Victor, and Victor ate the food on his plate calmly. fish.

"If you eat all of these," the master drew a circle on Heimdall's plate with his fork, "I'll cook you three flavors of mutton on weekends."

"Charcoal roast, honey sauce, curry!" Chief Sturlusson's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but wiped the corner of his mouth that was actually not dripping.

The master nodded, "Charcoal roasting, honey sauce, curry, no problem."

Director Stuluson snatched the plate pushed away by himself, and while chewing celery, he yelled that eating more vegetables is good for health, and asked the people around him to eat more vegetables.

Those who were named turned their eyes away one after another, not wanting to meet his eyes.

Let's eat.

Director Stulusson took out the cosmetic mirror that Bonasera carried with him, looked at himself in the mirror, with a melancholy expression on his face: "My face seems to be a little green."

Victor picked up his teacup and blew, "Mutton."

"There is no better complexion than this." Chief Strulusson blinked his eyes flatteringly.

Duncan burst out laughing, and with him taking the lead, the others also laughed unscrupulously.

Heimdall put away the mirror, stood up, "I'll go first."

"Yo yo yo, I'm getting angry from embarrassment." Duncan booed.

Heimdall rolled his eyes at him, "Underestimate people, the head of the office has a thick skin!" He left behind the larger-scale laughter caused by this, and walked towards Bonasera, "Why haven't you Eat well?"

"Chew carefully and slowly!" Bonasera was famous for grinding his food, his mouth was like a millstone, he would never swallow food unless he chewed it into fine sand and crushed it into powder.

"Okay then, eat slowly, I'll go first."

Bonasera nodded, puffing her cheeks.

"Hey, it's less than an hour and a half." Someone reminded Heimdall.

Heimdall waved his hand and jokingly said, "If he is already sober, maybe the ring can start earlier." He greeted the master and left the cafeteria.

What is that?

Heimdall, who was standing by the gate of the auditorium, narrowed his eyes. Apart from the sofa chair and Kane, who was lying on it and breathing deeply, there was another creature on the stage that he didn't know what to call it.never seen.The two butterfly ears erected by the creature are like cattail fans. They are astonishingly large and short in stature. There are pale hairs on the cochlea and the top of the head. That's all Mudar sees clearly.

When the unknown creature lying on the back of the sofa reached out to touch Kane, Heimdall pulled out his wand and threw a stunned place there.

The unknown creature reacted quickly, and jumped to the other side with a whoosh. The magic brushed the side of its head, hit the back of the sofa, and knocked out colorful and scattered red light.

Kane woke up, and when he clearly saw Heimdall who was rushing towards him raised his wand towards him, his scream almost knocked off the roof of the auditorium.

Heimdall's second wave of magic arrived at the same time, and the unknown creature jumped up and avoided it flexibly again.Heimdall jumps onto the stage, it jumps off the stage.Kane didn't look anywhere from the beginning to the end, and stared at Heimdall in horror. After he passed away, he remembered the use of the wand and searched all over his body for a long time, but found nothing.

Heimdall ran out of the auditorium after the black shadow, and the ruthless snowstorm hit him head-on. In the snowstorm, Heimdall ran forward a few steps without a clue, turned around in a daze, and caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye. Oddly enough, he quickly fixed his eyes and saw a blurry shadow running into the distance at an extremely fast speed.Heimdall looked away, and he saw the pine forest rolling down to the other side of the mountain.

The shape of the shadow just now is a bit familiar, it seems that I have seen it somewhere...

Heimdall stood in the howling wind for a moment, then slowly returned along the original path.

"Ah! Don't come here!" Kane, who was hiding behind the sofa chair, screamed when he found Heimdall going back and forth.

Heimdall paused, ignored the ridiculous threat, and went straight to the sofa chair.Kane's threat became incoherent, and Heimdall stood in front of the sofa chair, bending over to fumble for something.Suddenly, it was discovered that the gold-clad statuette on one of the armrests was gone, and there was an obvious stubble in the crack, which seemed to have been forcibly torn apart. The other armrest was still there, and Kane was lying face to that end just now.That is to say, the unknown creature is not malicious to Kane, but wants to steal the statue?

While thinking about it, Kane quietly went around to the other side, trying to attack Heimdall from behind, but Heimdall, who had been on guard for a long time, slapped him to the ground.It was quite effective to be dragged by the master to exercise, and it is not a problem to deal with a small otaku like Kane.

"Killer!!!" Kane, who fell to the ground, cried.

"Shut up!" Heimdall felt that his eardrums were about to burst.

"Kill it!" Kane was hysterical.

"No one wants to kill you!" Heimdall touched for a long time, and found a thumb-sized piece of hairy skin from the corner of the sofa, which was torn off from the unknown creature when the magic brushed it just now.Heimdall put it away.

Kane was still screaming.

"What's going on?!" The first wave of students had already arrived, and they rushed in when they heard the screams outside, only to see Kane slumped on the ground like a puddle of mud, and Strulusson sitting on the ground. The sofa chair looked sullenly at Kane.

"He! He's going to kill me!" Kane scrambled off the stage and hid behind the group of students.

At this time, Victor and the others also arrived, and they were also baffled by everything in front of them.

"Kane said Sturlusson was going to kill him," the first wave of students told the others who came later.

"Check his wand and you'll know, he just threw magic at me!" Kane accused Heimdall hoarsely, shaking his fingers, and the pair of eyes that Heimdall glanced over were weeping nervously, as if they had experienced great fright .

Everyone looked at each other.

The master remained calm: "It's very strange that you are still alive."

Kane waited for Ai Ai's sobs, and pretended to be indifferent to the master's words.

The students had arrived one after another, including the professors who heard the news. Kane was crying everywhere as a victim.

At this moment, Heimdall is still sitting alone on the large sofa chair in the center of the stage, with his legs crossed, his arms crossed over his chest, and his back leaning on the chair back, watching Kane coldly below who spares no effort to reverse black and white, making use of it.He kindly gave Kane a period of time to play to his fullest. When the time was up, he straightened his back, let go of his arms covering his chest, one of his hands was hanging on the armrest, leaned forward slightly, and looked down at Kai. Well, including everyone below.

Everyone involuntarily kept silent and raised their heads.

Kane had to stop his emotional speech, and reluctantly turned his eyes to look up at his room chief.

"I admit that I once really wanted to completely disappear one or several people. I believe that everyone in the world occasionally has such thoughts on certain special occasions." Heimdall's voice echoed in the silent auditorium.

Kane let out sobs of grievance, as abrupt as stones brushed on the surface of a calm lake.

"But definitely not including you!" Heimdall said firmly.

Kane's sobbing only stopped for a moment, obviously, he didn't believe this statement.

"I'm telling the truth, I can guarantee it with my life." Heimdall smiled. "Because you don't matter to me."

The sobbing stopped.

The arena continued as planned, and everything had to be first-come-first-served. The one-and-a-half-hour plan came first, and the attack came after. Besides, everyone was here to see the wand ring, so Detective Holmes could wait till nine o'clock.

The impromptu test issued by the headmaster went nowhere, no one could hold Heimdall's wand, and now even getting close was a problem.After Heimdall returned the wand to Kane, Kane began to look at his own wand with suspicious eyes, for fear that Heimdall would mess with it.

"It's too troublesome to do tricks on the wand. It's a waste of time and materials, and it can't kill people. If you want, I can give you an Avada directly." Heimdall pointed out the difference, showing great patience. Especially understanding.His tone became hoarse because of deliberately lowering his voice, like the tremors made by the siren narcissus in Greenhouse 9 when it devoured its prey.

Kane was terrified, and hid behind the junior follower with a pale face.

"Sturlusson, it is strictly forbidden to intimidate your opponent, and you will be sentenced to abstention if you try again next time." Tanestam was as meticulous as ever in his work.

Heimdall smiled apologetically and stepped back.

The head of the wand research room walked onto the stage with a smile on his face——NND, it was finally his turn.

Tanestam distributed a piece of blank parchment to the two contestants respectively, Kane took out the quill, Heimdall threw a spell on the paper, and after it flew up, the multicolored quill appeared again.

Because it was a group arena, the detection method was different.The headmaster still decides the questions, one wand and one question, and the total score is recorded. Whoever has the highest total score is the winner.

Tanestam took out the test note written by the principal, "Question one," he put down the note again, and met the eyes of the two puzzled contestants, "Do you remember the question just now? It's still the same one."

Name a rod core material.Heimdall touched his nose, the principal really knows how to back up.

"I solemnly swear that this is only a wand test—"

"Hey! What are you doing!" The head of the wand research room yelled and rushed to Kane to take back the wand he had made.

"You are, what are you going to do!" Kane was also very angry at his lack of cooperation. "I'm testing your wand, please don't waste my time!"

"Why did you read the Wand Breaking Declaration!" The head of the wand research room felt that he was completely unreasonable.

"I have my own way. I am the one who detects it. Don't judge me!" Kane refused to give in.

The head of the wand research room laughed angrily, "Can you guarantee that my wand can be restored intact after being dismantled?"

The audience below have been stunned for a long time, why is something wrong again?

"Let him dismantle it." The host Diaz interrupted suddenly, and he exchanged glances with Tanestam.

"As a rule, you really have no right to interfere with the testing process," Tanestam said.

The head of the wand research room held back for a long time and gave in. Kane took back the wand and sneered.The follower sneered louder than him, and followed him faithfully like a duet.

"Can I ask a question?" Heimdall spoke before Kane started, and Kane gave him an impatient look.

Heimdall smiled softly at him, and Kane's little face lost all blood.

"What should I do if the wand is not put back in?" Heimdall looked helpless.

"Evaluating your full score in this round, Kane can only get five points at most, and you will start the next round." Tanestam said.

"That's good." Heimdall stepped aside obediently.

On the contrary, it was Kane, holding the wand forward or retreating. Tanestum's words made him very regretful, complaining about why he grabbed the wand so fast.

The servant next to him had twinkling eyes, looking at him with admiration, waiting to see him show his might.

Kane's face twitched, he gritted his teeth, and continued his declaration of dismantling the cane.

Heimdall looked around and found that Bonasera was concentrating on cursing Kane for failure, so he decided not to disturb him, and went straight to the sofa chair where no one except him had noticed that a small part was missing so far and sat down.

As soon as he sat down firmly, the head of the wand research room let out a deafening roar, "Can you fucking take apart a wand?! Breaking a wand into two pieces is not called breaking a wand! My God..."

In sharp contrast to the bleak Kane, Heimdall's face was ruddy, and the first one was scored.