HP's Foreign Land

Benson accepted Heimdall's farewell gift - the ever-changing howling letter made by Chief Strulusson himself, and then looked at Heimdall who was about to cry with a smile on his face.

"What are you doing, what are you doing, what are you doing! You weren't like this when I graduated that year, it's too fake, Director Sturluson!" Benson revealed mercilessly.

Heimdall pouted, "I hate you."

"Come on, come on," Benson said. "I see that you are like a fish in water. If I really come back, you will really cry."

Heimdall rolled his eyes, "I'm trying to exaggerate the atmosphere, so don't make any trouble."

Benson squinted at him expressionlessly, and three seconds later, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Heimdall opened his arms as if to hug him, but Benson refused.

"It's not like I won't see you in the future, so save the last step."

Heimdall lowered his arms in confusion.

Benson smiled slyly, "In fact, I will come next weekend. It's not just me, maybe all of these alumni."

Heimdall thought for a while, then suddenly asked, "Is it a lecture about employment counseling?"

Benson stroked his hair approvingly.

Heimdall opened his mouth, and Benson wondered, seeing how aggrieved he was about to speak, "What's the problem?"

"Give me back the roaring letter, and I'll give it to you when we reach the last step." As he said that, he went to grab the beautifully wrapped gift box, and Benson shrewdly avoided it.

Heimdall continued to pounce forward.

"Are you kidding me!" Benson ran away holding the box.

Heimdall followed behind like a ghost, "Just pretend you haven't seen this thing, and don't know about it!"

"Krum!" Benson yelled as he walked through the crowd, "for the sake of the schoolmates, put your iron cock back in the cage!"

That night, Heimdall took a photo of the event with the help of Carlo. It took a while to pose. Carlo Avada made several common styles, but he insisted on making something different, so it was very interesting. Vigorously flipping through a large number of pictures with historical figures, including prominent figures of Muggles, it is bound to let Heimdall take a cool photo.

"I found it, I found it, this one is not bad, it has momentum!" Carlo put the page of the book in front of Heimdall.

There is a line of fine print under the color map - Napoléon Bonaparte, 1769-1821

Heimdall doesn't think so, "This is more suitable for Kane, if he is upset in the group arena." Napoleon has a "miracle creator" praise.

Carlo shook his head, "The person in this portrait is the Emperor of the First French Empire, and he is the victor."

"The end was bleak."

Carlo shrugged, and Heimdall also shrugged, "Well, you're right, the bad luck of this deceased historical figure has nothing to do with me."

Two and a half hours later, this look was frozen on the film. The protagonist of the photo was sitting on a high-backed armchair, with his head raised and his chest upright, looking forward. A long cane with his wand at the top, and a long narrow banner bearing the Durmstrang crest.

According to Carlo, there should be something under Heimdall's left foot, just like the emperor, who was forced back by Heimdall's white eyes.

In order to satisfy the photographer Mr. Jones, Heimdall's back was stiff, his legs were numb, and he lost feeling in his neck. After several adjustments, he was allowed to shoot.

Heimdall copied this photo on letter paper and sent it to his pen pal in prison, telling him that the defense was a complete victory.His pen pal praised concisely in his reply letter: very good!I'm so proud of you my friend!

After receiving the reply, Mr. Stuluson's heart fluttered, and he "said"——my friend.

At noon the next day, the headmaster issued a new rule. From today on the Durmstrang campus, alcohol is completely prohibited, and professors are not allowed to drink alcohol during lectures.However, it is strictly forbidden to carry or store even a drop of alcohol in the territory of the German school-here refers to the students, and those who violate it will be punished with demerits.Students who find that their alcoholic beverages have been searched do not have to worry, the school will keep them safe for them, and they can also apply to the school to send the alcoholic beverages home.

When he received the news, Heimdall was eating with some friends in the cafeteria. Once the news was announced and confirmed, the whole cafeteria was in an uproar.

Heimdall has a bitter face. Anyone who knows him well knows that he likes to add vodka to his tea. Once the prohibition of alcohol was promulgated, his old life was almost killed.

"I noticed it when I woke up this morning." Carlo drank the tea in the cup and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "The sixteen bottles of butterbeer my stepfather gave me before school started are missing."

Carlo's stepfather is a British wizard, and British butterbeer is recognized as the best tasting in the wizarding world. Every time Carlo leaves the UK, his stepfather always packs some British local products in his luggage.

"The ones that are placed as decorations on the fireplace?" Leon asked.

British butter beer bottles come in a variety of shapes, colors and are very attractive. They are one of the preferred tourist souvenirs of many foreign wizards. From a certain aspect, they also reflect the status of butter beer in the UK.

"Is butter beer considered alcohol?" Ryan frowned. The kind of alcohol that can't be drunk no matter how you drink it is also banned?

"It's normal. If you want to ban them together, it will save the principal a lot of trouble." Leon put down the napkin and stood up. "I'm leaving first, Professor Laurent is going to call me again."

The three waved their hands sympathetically, and it was a sin to stand out too much.

"Oh, I'm leaving too!" Carlo jumped up.

"To write new gossip news?" Heimdall laughed.

Carlo grinned and left the cafeteria in a hurry.

Only Heimdall and Ryan are left at this table.

"You don't have class this afternoon?" Rian asked.

Heimdall nodded, suddenly remembered something, and asked him, "Is your research laboratory recruiting to be assessed?"

"Of course I have to take the test."

"What is the general test?"

"It's nothing, common knowledge on broomsticks, just go to the library to borrow a book on this subject." Ryan said. "However, before the exam, the head of the department will ask about the results of the broomstick practice class of the first grade."

Heimdall couldn't help being very curious, "How did you answer?"

How bad Rian's broomstick riding skills are is a secret known to the entire grade, and it took a lot of old nose to barely pass.Until now, the professor sighed when he saw Rian.

"Be honest."

"and then?"

"Then it's passed." Ryan said with a smile.

"How?" Heimdall asked confused.

"I heard that this is a tradition in our laboratory, and those who fly too well will not be accepted." Li'an was very proud of their laboratory's unique approach. "The director said that our predecessors thought that people who ride brooms well generally can't focus on the broom manufacturing technology itself."

"Mind if I speak my mind?" Heimdall touched his nose.

"Which one of us is going to talk to whom? You've settled it." Rian patted him on the shoulder with a look of intimacy.

"The head of a certain generation who was the first to come up with this trick is probably in the same situation as you. He is looking for a balance and taking the opportunity to retaliate against all those who fly better than him." Heimdall's smile is extremely hateful.

"I'm angry!" Lian yelled.

"Who are we with whom?" Heimdall elbowed him, and Rian strangled him from behind.

"You bastard!"

It wasn't until Heimdall wailed and begged for mercy that Rian let go of his hand in relief.

"I'm going to class." Rian checked that it was almost time. "I wish you a happy weekend, I believe you will be fine without my blessing." She blinked ambiguously, turned and left.

Heimdall smiled and turned back, picked up the drink cup, and the two sat down beside him, both of them looked at him with smiles on their faces, Heimdall blinked his eyes and continued to drink his drink.

The two seated were Bonasera and the sixth-grade contender for student body president.To be honest, he was not surprised to see Heimdall, the sixth-grade competitor here. People are iron rice and steel, so hungry that they don’t eat a meal. What surprised him was that Bonasera actually talked and laughed with the competitor, not Scratch your partner's face with perfectly trimmed nails with slightly sharp tips.

What happened to this world?Heimdall took advantage of the moment when he drank his drink and looked up at the top of his head. The vivid sculpture was still looking down at the world of mortals with its teeth and claws open, and it seemed that there was no sign of collapse.

Heimdall didn't say a word, and the two didn't rush to talk to him. They were discussing something harmoniously and intimately. Bonasera raised his paw several times, but unfortunately, Heimdall still didn't appear. bloody scene.

"...It's so interesting, what do you think?" Bonasera looked at Heimdall with a smile, as if wanting to ask for his approval.

Heimdall put down his glass, "Sorry, I didn't pay attention to what you were talking about."

Just as Bonasera opened his mouth, Heimdall left him and turned to the sixth grader, "What are you doing?"

The sixth grader still kept his smile on his face. To be honest, his smile was really contagious and possessed the power to demagogue people, so it was no wonder why he was able to attract so many supporters.

"I had a very pleasant chat with Bonasera. We both discovered some misunderstandings about each other before, and now all the misunderstandings have been clarified." Speaking of this, he smiled at Bonasera, and Bonasera responded The smile is indescribably brilliant.

OK.Heimdall thought he understood.

"Where's Kane?" Heimdall didn't let his cooperation go smoothly.

The sixth-grade competitor shrugged lightly, and Heimdall carefully observed his expression and eyes, and then came to a conclusion.His boyfriend is a leader in controlling emotions, so Heimdall can tell at a glance that this is a person who can hold his breath.

But it's far from Victor.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with Kane?" Heimdall pretended to be ignorant.

Cracks appeared on the gentle expression of the sixth grader, but he still kept a bright smile, "Who is Kane?"

Bonasera let out a chuckle, and the sixth-grade contender seemed to be encouraged, and the cracks gradually closed.

Heimdall didn't find it funny at all, maybe quite the opposite.

"Is there any misunderstanding between you? Coincidentally, he was sitting there," Heimdall waved his hand, making a gesture to get up. "I'll go and call him. We're all classmates. If there's any deep hatred, just clarify the misunderstanding face to face, just like you and Bonasera."

The smile faded from the face of the sixth-grade competitor. He took a deep breath, "Sorry, I'll take a step first." Glancing at Heimdall, he nodded at Bonasera, "We'll talk about those things later."

Heimdall wanted to try to disgust himself before leaving, revenge?

It wasn't until the sixth grader walked out of the cafeteria that Bonasera turned to Heimdall and said, "What's the matter with you?"

In fact, there is no Kane in the direction Heimdall pointed to, and Kane is not here at all.

Heimdall said flatly: "I don't think I will need to bring a mirror for you in the future, he is no longer ugly."

"He said he was willing to help me run for the president of the student body."

"Congratulations, there is one less strong contender, and the position of chairman is at your fingertips."

Bonasera stared at him, frowning.

Heimdall tidied up his clothes slowly, and then stood up, "Let me make it clear, you can only choose between me and him in the list of candidates. From now on, there will be him without me, and there will be me without him."

Bonasera watched Heimdall walk out of the cafeteria without looking back with a dazed expression. After a while, he smiled shyly, with a hint of foolishness in his smile.

"He's jealous." Bonasera muttered happily.

The weekend night was of course with the Master as they prepared for the upcoming Barnabas Finkley Awards Show tomorrow.Mainly Heimdall helped Victor memorize his lines. From the perspective of the importance of the participants, Heimdall’s nature is equivalent to soy sauce. Otherwise, Victor is one of the award presenters at the party, and he is also an award winner. One of the contenders for the Outstanding Athlete of the Athletic category, and a Quidditch sub-category, Best Seeker.

That is to say, the master is likely to win two honors at the party, and Heimdall is more nervous than Victor, and he was a little distracted throughout the night.

"Is this acceptance speech too simple?" Heimdall looked hesitantly at the speech prepared by Victor in his hand.

"It's just a routine." The master's mentality is very stable. He is still young, and nine times out of ten he is accompanying him. This kind of award that claims to be a world award has always favored people and things with historical accumulation.Maybe he will be more likely to struggle for another ten or twenty years. Now, hang on.What's more, this is the first time he has been selected for the Barnabas Finkley Award.

"What if you win the prize?" Heimdall was actually looking forward to it.

"I will jump up excitedly and hug you for two and a half minutes, and my testimonials will definitely last the remaining half minute." The organizers usually give each winner 3 minutes to thank you on stage. The timing begins when the winner rises from his seat.

Heimdall scratched the master's face with a note, "I'm not joking."

"Me neither." Victor raised his eyebrows as if remembering something. "By the way, your seat and mine are not together. I have to set aside 1 minute from the previous two and a half minutes to leave my seat, walk to your seat, and hug you up." The master looked conflicted and distressed.

Heimdall couldn't help laughing.

Victor's two hands caressed his face, and Heimdall pouted and pecked his lips.Victor was dissatisfied with Heimdall's superficiality, teased him with his tongue, pulled him towards himself, picked up the hem of the clothes with his fingers, and touched it in, deepening the kiss as he wished.

Victor used all his willpower to temporarily leave Heimdall's lips, "If I don't win the prize, will you be disappointed?"

"Indeed, because I think you are the best." Heimdall's upturned mouth drooped again. "But look at me, I'm not even qualified to run with you, a green leaf among green leaves."

"Oh oh oh my dear, it can't be counted like that," Victor laughed and shook his head. "It's already quite a big deal for you to be able to participate in the awards show of the Barnabas Finkley Awards. You should know your age. You will make a lot of adults jealous teeth ache."

[I'm hungry! ]

The two who were rubbing each other's ears froze at the same time, and looked at the black cat squatting not far from them, who didn't know how to avoid taboos at all, and who was not at all understanding.

Heimdall got up and went downstairs to the kitchen, and brought him his favorite black pepper urchin from the cabinet.Victor's voice came from upstairs, "I made a little pot of hot chocolate for the pods, and it's on the shelf next to the cupboard."

Heimdall took down the small pot.

The pod cat jumped onto the dining table, its eyes widened, and it looked like it was eager to try.

"You've been a little clingy lately." Heimdall filled a bowl for it and stroked its fur.

[Yeah? ] Pod scoffed at the notion.

"In the past, they always followed the toffees and they ran around, but now they are all around me."

[You find it annoying? ]

"How is it possible, it feels good, as if I have returned to the past. You all ignore me, I am very lonely."

[I've been here for so long, I've figured it out inside and out, it's no fun. ]

When Heimdall was filling the second bowl for it, he suddenly froze and shouted, "I remembered!" The pod cat lying on the edge of the pot was so frightened that it jumped into the pot and took a fragrant chocolate bath .

Heimdall quickly picked it up and rinsed it under the water.

Victor upstairs heard the commotion and ran down, seeing the distressed pod cat jumping angrily in the water basin.

[What are you howling! ]

Heimdall shook his hand, and took out a small piece of unknown object from his pocket, "Do you know this?"

[what is this? ]

"Hair from a monster."

"Monster?" [Monster? ] Master and Pod spoke in unison.

Heimdall explained briefly.

Victor took the hair and looked at it.

[What did you suddenly remember just now, what did you remember? ]

"The environment is too harsh. At that time, I vaguely saw that monster running on top of an animal. The shape of that animal looks very similar to the picture of the horned snorkel that Bernick showed me." Heimdall asked Pod enthusiastically. , "There are horned snorers in our school? In which area do they usually move?"

Pod raised its paw and licked it, and said calmly: [There are no horned snorers in the Durmstrang Mountains. ]

"……you sure?"

[Believe it or not. ]