HP's Foreign Land

While the people below are enjoying the cool weather at the end of October, stoves have been raised on the mountain.The wizards who have lived in Liquor Village for generations are the first to usher in winter. They go out early and return late, and they wrap up thick cloaks early.Six days ago, here ushered in the first freezing rain since the beginning of autumn, and the old village chief has been nagging about it with guests from afar.

Fortunately, the villagers are used to the vagaries of the sky, and the sudden freezing rain did not cause too much damage.

"Several crops have been affected," the village head condemned, but the meaning of gossip to outsiders was stronger. "Those crops that suffered belonged to those lazy wizards. To be honest, I don't sympathize with their experiences at all. You should have noticed that our villagers are generally hard-working and down-to-earth."

The wizards of the inspection team looked at each other. Since they entered the village, they occasionally saw a few pipe-smoking locals joking with each other and passing them by. Search for the village chief's eloquence, and feel it by the way.

It maintains a rather ancient style, but it is very different from the original style of the remote village that Barnabas Finkley chose.Liquor Village is high in altitude, with undulating mountains, lush vegetation and towering trees.The sunshine cast by the clear blue sky makes the clouds and mist all over the mountains and plains look like a gray cover. Whenever people on the flat ground look up, who can guess that there is another group of people hidden behind the confusing mountain mist, another little-known world .

The houses in Liquor Village are very strange. Some of the houses are not much different from ordinary country huts - the local villagers commented that they are extremely boring - more villagers are willing to use their imaginations to satisfy their personal tastes, and there are many messes , Upside-down works have sprung up, including several houses that are reminiscent of the Weasley family's shanty.

Heimdall felt in a trance that he had broken into a colorful but precarious world of building blocks, where every brick and brick tested the bottom line of gravity's patience.

Behind every house, the pigsties built with stones are of course not used to raise domestic pigs, no, it should be said that they are used to raise pigs, but mainly to deceive people, you will find that sometimes the pigsties are empty.Most families use the pigsty to raise the new economic livestock developed in the wizarding world, the giant tail.

Giant-tailed beasts were originally a member of the blacklist of pests and beasts in the Department of Magical Animal Management and Control of the Ministry of Magic of various countries, and they are among the top. However, Muggles have suffered the most since ancient times, because there are not many wizards who raise domestic pigs. Prefers to herd wild boars in the forest.Giant-tailed beasts look very much like pre-developed piglets. They will sneak into the pigpen, mix with the piglets and steal the sow's milk, and have a huge appetite. The serious consequence is to snatch all the milk that belongs to the piglets. Piggy starved to death.

In recent years, wizards have gradually discovered the economic value of giant-tailed beasts, and explored the breeding method. Their meat tastes delicious, firmer and fresher than pork, and less fatty.Giant-tailed beasts slowly replaced pork as the new favorite on the wizard's table.

The snow-white hound resting by the pigsty attracted Heimdall's attention, and he couldn't help but raised his camera to take a few pictures.Every afternoon, the wizard who raises the giant-tailed beasts will open the gate at the highest temperature of the day and release the giant-tailed beasts into the woods. The snow-white hounds used to drive away the giant-tailed beasts have now become pig dogs.

"These hounds come from the Magical Beasts Training Center!" The old village head announced proudly.

The members of the delegation clapped their hands symbolically, with smiles on their faces.At the same time, everyone decided to disband early and act separately.

"I didn't see the Quidditch pitch." The Quidditch League representative and Victor muttered. "Is it outside the village?"

Representatives of Wizards Chess and Gobstones also wandered around to learn about the enthusiasm of local wizards for Wizards Chess and Gobstones.As a representative of the Quidditch referee department of the Referee Council, Victor naturally has to act with representatives of the Quidditch Union.

At this time, Director Sturlusson had already started chatting with the villagers who were resting against the stone wall.The witch from the Kosol Foundation was still working with him, but at some point the two separated, and Heimdall had to rely on himself.What made Heimdall burst into tears was that the villager could speak English, so he finally didn't have to guess.

From the mouth of the villagers, he got a general understanding of the situation. There were only three families here. In the past ten years, wizards have moved here one after another. The villagers happily announced that they are now a big village with twenty families.

With the low to insignificant birth rate of wizards, Twenty Houses is indeed a very large village.Heimdall didn't ask any further questions, such as whether they were all pure-bloods. This is the job of the wizard population management department, so he didn't bother to ask this question.Heimdall flattered a few words, and the villagers who were smoking pipes burst into laughter from ear to ear. The surroundings were filled with faint green smoke, and the villagers immediately pointed out to him the place where the children went to school.

A village of twenty wizarding families accumulated in the past ten years, of course they cannot have a Durmstrang.But they value education and treat it as a big deal. They are willing to pay for teachers and textbooks so that children can sit down and absorb knowledge. This is quite an achievement.

This time, Heimdall's flattery came from the bottom of his heart.

At Heimdall's request, the villagers readily agreed to let him take pictures, and happily carried out the baby giant-tailed beast that was born yesterday, called his wife, brought the white hound, and the two of them stayed by the pigsty. Under the blue sky and white clouds, that moment of joy.

"Will our photos be in the newspaper?" the villager asked.

Heimdall touched his nose, "I'll send it to you when the photos are developed."

The villagers were easily distracted, "The owls often don't fly to our place, especially when the climate in the mountains becomes harsh, they just fly around."

Heimdall smiled calmly: "I don't use owls."

"What are you fighting for?"

Victor and the representative of the Quidditch League turned their heads at the same time, and saw Heimdall holding a small wine glass and looking at them with a smile.

"We're discussing where their Quidditch pitch is." After the representative finished speaking, his eyes flicked to the small cup in Heimdall's hand, and his nostrils fluttered dramatically. "What are you holding?"

"Wine." Heimdall took a sip happily.

"Where did you get it?"

"Louis gave it."

"Louis?" The master was surprised. Where did this Louis come from?

"That's it." Heimdall turned around and waved his hand, and the villager Louis over there waved cheerfully at them.

The two couldn't help sighing. When they were arguing here without giving way to each other, people started to eat and drink for free.

"I think you seem to be able to live well anywhere." Victor shook his head with a smile.

"That's it," Heimdall stretched out his left hand, doing a bodybuilder's signature move. "I am as tough as a velvet, but the premise is that I must be placed in the environment of human life."

Suddenly the representative of the Quidditch League said, "You know each other?"

Heimdall looked at Victor, and Victor looked at the representative: "Just pretend you didn't find anything."

The representative was silent for a moment, "I heard that the fresh water wine in Liquor Village is very famous."

"I understand." Heimdall nodded.

Two minutes later, the representative of the Quidditch League sighed in satisfaction, raised his glass and praised, "It really is extraordinary."

The villagers' couples had proud smiles on their flushed faces.

"My son will be back for dinner later, you can ask him any questions," Louis warmly entertained them. "Eat at my house at noon. After eating, let my son take you to school. They have a flying lesson in the afternoon."

That couldn't be better, the three of them looked at each other and nodded.

It is said that when the villagers of Liquor Village entertain guests from afar, they will go to the woods to get some special products. Louis also followed this unwritten tradition and decided to go for a walk in the woods before lunch.

Heimdall volunteered to join the group.Of course the master won't let him go alone, let's just forget that he can't see it normally, just put it under his nose, no matter what he can't let him have the possibility of "disappearing", the head of a certain room always makes the master worry.

Louis didn't go out in a hurry, but turned to the pigsty, took a bag, and filled it with some dried giant-tailed animal feces, which are natural fertilizers for watering crops.Heimdall asked Louis what he was going to do with this, but Louis just smiled mysteriously and did not answer.

The representative of the Quidditch League was obviously an alcoholic, and he couldn't bear to put down the wine glass as soon as he got it. He had already drunk half of the bottle when the three of them went out.

Louis took the two of them to take a shortcut and got into the woods that covered the sky and the sun.Louis was walking on the ground in the forest, Victor, a kid who grew up in the mountains, was even more at ease, and Heimdall, an otaku who didn't work hard, was left behind a long way after walking a few steps.

"Do you want to carry you?" The master turned back and asked with ulterior motives.

Heimdall categorically refused, and continued to move forward. Victor knew that once his temper came up, the fire dragon would have nothing to do with him, so he walked slowly by the side.

Louis in front had found his target and started to attack.

As soon as Heimdall saw it, he regained his spirits. As if there was some kind of divine help on his feet, he slid and jumped over. The 20-meter acceleration was amazing to the master.

"Easy." Louis made a silent gesture to Heimdall.

Heimdall and Victor, who caught up afterward, squatted like Louis, and slowly lowered their eyes following a ray of sunlight shining on the tree trunk. They saw a [-]-centimeter-long The "little man".

"Bowtruckle?!" Heimdall exchanged glances with Victor in surprise.

Victor also raised the corner of his mouth.

Their brown skin makes it difficult for wizards to spot them. In addition, the bumps on the skin are almost the same as the rough and uneven surface of the trees. The bark-like flat face is the biggest reliance on their camouflage. Eyeballs give away their whereabouts by accident.

Of course, all the above are only for inexperienced ordinary wizards, and experienced villagers like Louis find them easy to catch.

"Do you want to catch it?" Heimdall asked hesitantly. Bowtruckles are the patron saints of trees. Their presence is beneficial to the growth of local trees.

"I want it to move away from that tree temporarily." Louis opened the bag containing the dung of the giant tailed beast, and threw the dung in the bag to the muddy ground not far away.

The originally motionless little man shook slightly, and his shiny eyes moved flexibly. Soon, it determined some source of its insanity. It abandoned the trees and ran towards the direction of the excrement.

It turned out that those droppings were used to distract the Bowtruckles, Heimdall suddenly realized, and then wondered, "Don't Bowtruckles only like to eat wood turtles?" At least that's what he read in the books.

"There are also fairy eggs." Victor brushed away the dry feces that fell at his feet. "It seems to be mixed with ground beetle grains..."

"You can see this?" Louis was speechless, but he completely smashed and stirred it in.

"Our family is farming, and I have been exposed to all kinds of fertilizers." Victor said.

"I'm going to hurry, don't look at that little thing is not big, but it has a big appetite." Louis groped on the tree trunk.

Heimdall tiptoed to the Bowtruckle for a few glances, then raised his camera to look at the lens, but found that he couldn't see clearly, so he had to give up.

"You mean you're going to make wine out of it?"

Heimdall turned around wonderingly, feeling that Victor's tone of voice was a bit strange, his boyfriend was always calm and unhurried, why did his tone suddenly rise?Others may not be able to hear it, but Heimdall noticed it immediately, and he leaned over.

"what happened?"

"Louis said that they all use this plant to make wine here." Victor put a small handful of orange mini cauliflower into Heimdall's hand with a blank expression. Heimdall felt that the master's expression was very strange.

"The taste of the wine will become very good if you put it in, haven't you all tasted it?" Louis smiled.

The old man's expression became even more strange.

Heimdall looked at it for a while, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and just wanted to break off a little bit to taste, but was stopped by the master.

"Didn't you see it? I'm sure you won't want to eat it when you recognize it."

"This food is terrible, but after eating it, you will feel very happy." Louis felt that Victor had made a big fuss, and then thought of something, and said, "But the rest of the village will become very bad-tempered after eating it." , or make a lot of noise, and even worse, they always want to throw the death curse on themselves, in short, everyone's reactions are different."

It was hard to believe that he could say these words in such an ordinary tone.

"...The blasphemy grass?!" Heimdall reacted abruptly, and said in astonishment. "Is this blasphemy?"

"It seems to be called that." Louis scratched the back of his head. "Our village head said that an old wizard passed by our village by accident and found out that we used it to make wine. I don't know why he couldn't carry it all of a sudden and died. The village head thought that this thing might not be a good thing outside. We are not allowed to tell people outside the village."

Both Heimdall and Victor had black lines on their faces, "Then why did you tell us?"

Louis laughed, "Because I forgot, our village hasn't received foreign visitors for a long time."

"Don't tell the village chief that I slipped my tongue." Louis asked worriedly. Maybe the village chief is more scary to him.

Heimdall and Victor continued to follow Louis through the woods, looking for other specialties, but after the "scare" just now, Heimdall was a little bit unmotivated.

He carefully held the handful of sacrificial grass, tears streaming down his face.

"The sacrificial heart grass is one of the raw materials for making the elixir of life, right?" Heimdall murmured to Victor, afraid that he might remember it wrong.

"It was extinct more than 100 years ago." Victor added. "According to the records, the last wizard who used the sacrificial grass was Nicole Flamel in England. He refined the Philosopher's Stone through alchemy." (PS: The part of the sacrificial grass is my own, see Let's see.)

"The wizards here use it to make wine, and I drank it just now." Heimdall said numbly. "That representative may have downed a whole bottle by now."

"There are quite a few more." Victor pointed to the surrounding towering trees.

The wizards at the bottom of the mountain held a lot of Galleons but could only indulge themselves by looking at the atlas. The wizards at the top of the mountain used this priceless treasure as an ordinary medicinal herb to make wine.

Heimdall sighed, "It's such a rich and impoverished village, I want to immigrate..."

The master smiled unconsciously.