HP's Foreign Land

The branches that David picked up were more complicated than expected, such as fir, European black pine, red pine, rowan, ash, etc... Heimdall also pulled out the fern stone pine from the bottom.

"You picked these up from the woods?" Heimdall asked hesitantly.

David held back for a while, looking at his father, Louis smiled and touched his head, admitting that he secretly helped his son cheat, and mixed in some branches that were not available in the local area.

"We sometimes exchange saplings with villagers in other areas for planting. You can use them with confidence and there will be no problems." Louis was afraid of Heimdall thinking too much, but in fact he was thinking too much himself.

With Heimdall's current conditions, there is no way to be one in a hundred, so it is impossible for David to get a wand that is [-]% suitable for him.Fortunately, not every wand in the wizarding world is so unattainable. Even if you take someone else's wand by mistake, there is no problem in using it, but the magical effect will be discounted.The amount of the discount is calculated based on the fit of you and the wand you are using.

Since it is destined not to be [-]%, then perhaps some means can be used to get closer to the highest percentage of fit during the manufacturing process. This is Heimdall's intention for David to pick up branches.

According to Heimdall's hypothesis, the child would inadvertently pick some branches that were more interesting or pleasing to the eye, but this assumption was inadvertently destroyed by the child's father.Director Sturluson hoped to see the first "unintentional", but unfortunately it was the second "unintentional".It's really that the plan can't keep up with the changes.

"Can you guarantee that the branches you mix in come from trees where the bowtruckles live?" Heimdall asked.

"Of course, this is the most basic requirement for us to exchange tree species and saplings." Louis assured.

Heimdall gave up on the issue of the branches, stood up and took out a girdle cloth bag from the pocket of his robe, the bow-shaped rope was automatically untied, and he took out a roll of olive green measuring tape with black scales from the pocket, At the same time, David was asked to stand in front of him with his chest out and his stomach in.

Heimdall measured David's height. On the surface of the ruler, a black column like a mercury column of a thermometer jumped up rapidly from the bottom zero. When the black column stopped, a huge Arabic numeral appeared on the tape measure.

"That's right, handsome boy, he's quite tall. I'm going to make you a wand that's nearly thirty centimeters long."

David looked at the ruler curiously. When his face was close to the group of numbers, there was a sudden change on the surface of the ruler that caught him off guard. The ordinary scale turned into pairs of miniature eyes of different sizes aligned on him.David let out a horrified cry, almost tripping over himself as he stepped back in a panic.

"Excuse me," Heimdall quickly rolled up the ruler and put it away. "My ruler is a bit crazy, and I get excited when I see strangers."

David swallowed in shock, the little José flicked his fingers and his eyes shined, unexpectedly he wasn't afraid at all.

The wand making was carried out in the open pigsty. Heimdall sat on the ground in the middle of the pigsty, and the making tools were spread flat on the mud floor in front of him.In order to make room for Heimdall, Louis opened the ring door in advance to let the giant-tailed beast go to the woods to let the wind out. Heimdall felt very sorry, but Louis thanked him again and again, which made Director Strulusson very embarrassed.

Louis's wife dawdled in the kitchen, peeping into the pigsty through the small window.Louis also dawdled for a long time before putting down his pipe and chasing the white hound to the woods.It can be seen that the whole family regards what Heimdall is going to do next as a major event in the family. Faced with the focused eyes of the two boys, two men and a woman, Heimdall gradually felt the pressure.

However, Mr. Sturluson has always claimed to be a man who has seen the world, so this small concern is nothing to worry about.

"Do you like climbing trees?" Heimdall chatted with David seemingly casually, picking and choosing among a bunch of branches with his fingers.

"like."

"Are there any branches of trees you like to climb in here?"

David pondered for a while against the branches, and picked out the European black pine.

"You can climb this tree?" Heimdall looked surprised. The trunk of the pine tree is straight and tall, and the branches are so tall that they can't use their strength. How can they climb?

"Climbing up." David patted his small chest triumphantly. "I am the best tree-climbing child in the village."

Heimdall put the black pine branch aside, and carefully recalled some tricks old man Ollivander had used when he made the wand, such as what kind of wand body and what kind of wand core. the law.Generally speaking, the wand core is the standard for making a wand. First, choose the wand core, and then select a suitable wand body through the material of the wand core.But Heimdall will do the opposite today, he needs to select the core of the rod through the body of the rod.

Black pine wood is rich in turpentine, so it is its biggest advantage of being resistant to drought, dryness, and cracking.Heimdall selected three substances from the mini stick core box, the feather of the phoenix, the eyes of the fire crab, and the mane of the flaming Pegasus.The market price arrangement of these three stick cores is Phoenix Feather > Fire Crab Eyeball > Flame Pegasus Mane.

Heimdall looked at the enthusiastic David, gave up the option of just filling in, and carefully unplugged the bottle stopper containing the phoenix feathers. The feathers inside were only as long as an adult's thumb.A clump of flames gushed out from the mouth of the bottle, and the two children immediately screamed, startling the people present.David's mother rushed out of the house immediately, and when she saw a dazzlingly gorgeous figure dancing around David, she stopped in amazement, her son was not in danger.

The little phoenix circled around David and the black pine branches, and flew lazily back above Heimdall's wand, shaking its tail like no one else, as if telling Heimdall that it was not satisfied with this place.

Heimdall sighed. Even though the fire phoenix, which is as famous as the fire-breathing dragon, has a docile temperament, they are more difficult to deal with than goblins in certain issues.

"Okay, you go back."

The little phoenix suddenly shrank into feathers and returned to the bottle with the help of Heimdall's wand.

Maybe David and Jose didn't understand what happened, but this scene opened their eyes, and they couldn't help screaming, and they both opened their eyes and looked at Heimdall in admiration. A wizard is not something that can be seen at will.

Next is the fire crab. This pair of eyeballs belonged to a big fire crab that was powerful in all directions during its lifetime—at least it was well-known among fire crabs—the leader of a group.It is said that its diamond crab shell has now been made into a world-class potion cauldron, which has been collected into the Nordic Crucible Museum and has become a treasure of the town hall.

This pair of eyeballs was given to Heimdall by Hasler Gustav as a birthday present this year. The treasure of the Nordic Crucible Museum comes from the Gustav family's crucible workshop. (PS: I don’t know how many children’s shoes will remember who this guy is.)

The King of Fire Crab with a gorgeous diamond shell on his back seems not too interested in David and Black Pine, but he circled (climbed) more than Phoenix, and then waved his big pliers with a look of "I want to go home" , and after that, it became lifeless and motionless.

David, who still didn't know that he was disgusted by a crab, and his follower Jose, pointed at the king of crabs and chirped happily.

Helpless, Heimdall put away the crab king's eyeballs, and when he turned his face, he met David's innocent big eyes full of expectation. Chief Sturluson was depressed.

"It's okay, there's another Pegasus. Pegasus has a good temper..." Mr. Sturlusson couldn't go on talking until here, and the Sahara Bloodmane raised by Karkaroff flashed before his eyes arrogantly.

The mane of Flame Pegasus is indeed cheaper than the first two, but their appearance is not as shabby as that of the king of birds. The orange-red light explodes in the air like fireworks, and the bursting light turns into gushing magma and gurgles around surge.David and José screamed again, this time not of fear but of surprise.With the previous two experiences, they knew that the magma was just a visual illusion, not real. They jumped, jumped and screamed in the magma.

David's mother couldn't help laughing, wiping her hands with a rag and laughing, hiding her shock and most likely gaffe.

"Wow, that's really good." The representative of the Quidditch League raised his glass and saluted Heimdall. "As exciting as a Quidditch game," he emphasized to Victor. "It's not easy for me to say something like that."

Victor raised the corners of his mouth and filled his glass instead.

Seeing the mane of the Flaming Pegasus acting like a madman, Heimdall understood its intentions, and couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

Frigid plants paired with tropical Pegasus, Heimdall nodded with satisfaction, everything is possible.

Louis, who went out to herd the pigs, had something to worry about, and came back in the middle of the day. When he hurried to the pigsty, he saw his hardworking wife leaving the housework and leaning against the door of the pigsty with a smile on her face. He couldn't help rushing over to ask asked, "How is it? Is the wand making going well?"

The wife wondered, "You're back so soon?" She looked behind him as she spoke, "Where's our giant-tailed beast?"

"I'm going to go again later, just to come back and see what's going on..." Louis' words stopped abruptly, and he saw David waving his wand in a decent manner, just like a great wizard.

"...Okay? Is David holding his wand? Is that all right?" After getting his wife's affirmative answer, Louis exclaimed in disbelief.

"Mr. Kenny must be a great wizard." Lewis' wife said with emotion. "It looks like Mingming is not very old."

"It has nothing to do with age," Louis said decisively. "My grandpa knew how to make wine when he was six years old."

The wife laughed dumbfounded.

"Dad, Mom, look at my new wand!" After the first wave of freshness passed, David finally returned to the real world, and rushed towards his parents with his wand raised alive.

Louis was able to watch his son's new wand up close. It was a big 29.5 cm long head, but it looked very coordinated in his son's thick hand. As he moved, the seemingly invisible green completely disappeared at the tip of the wand, turning into pure dark gray.The slanted wood grains only appear at the handshake, and the wood grains become sparser towards the tip of the stick until a thick black and gray background remains at the top.

Although there is no gorgeous wood grain or gorgeous color, the overall temperament is vigorous and simple, simple and generous, full of masculinity.For Lewis's level of knowledge, it was a wand of unimaginable appearance, and it was more beautiful than the best-looking wand he had seen so far-the mayor's wand.

Louis took a breath unconsciously, this gift is too heavy...

Sensitively, David noticed that his father's face was a little dull, and immediately became nervous, and carefully withdrew his hand.

When Louis' wife saw it, she immediately pushed her husband, and Louis woke up suddenly.

Facing the questions from his wife and son, Louis scratched his head irritably. At this moment, Heimdall walked over.

Louis opened his mouth to speak, but Heimdall spoke a step ahead of him.

Heimdall looked calm, "It is reasonable to say that he should choose the most suitable one among countless wands. I know that saying this may make you feel bad, but I think we should make it clear," Heimdall said. After a pause, he continued seriously, "I'm not underestimating myself. The one I made didn't match David [-]%. This will reduce the magic effect during use, so it shouldn't be with him for the rest of his life. If in the future If you have the conditions, you must take David to a regular wand shop and ask professionals to advise, this is also for the sake of David's future."

Louis stared at Heimdall in a daze for a while, finally exhaled, swallowed back the refusal that was almost blurted out, and put on a sincere smile.

"Thank you very much, we will."

Heimdall squatted on the ground to pack his things. Victor walked over with a glass of drink. Heimdall took a sip from the glass and found that it was light water wine. He stopped for a moment, then drank it down. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve in a smile.

"I deserve it, wine for wand." Heimdall muttered, setting the glass aside.

"I didn't say anything." Victor said calmly.

Heimdall pointed at the tools on the ground without raising his head, "I'm obviously talking to myself, why does this person talk to me?"

Victor couldn't help but gnawed hard on Heimdall's cheek.

"Don't pull my clothes." Heimdall frowned, why are you still pulling?

"I said don't tear my clothes!" Heimdall raised his head and stared at Victor. The latter raised his hands innocently. Heimdall lowered his head in surprise and saw the little José squatting between him and Victor. , looking at himself eagerly.

"What's the matter?" Heimdall wondered.

Jose still looked at him affectionately, without saying a word.

"Ask him what's the matter." Heimdall asked the master to act as an interpreter.

"Wand," Jose said suddenly.

Heimdall narrowed his eyes, "Do you speak English?"

"Wand." Jose seemed to be the only word he could say.

What do you mean?

"I guess he wants you to make him a wand too." Victor put the last thing into the cloth bag, and the rope on the bag tied itself tight.

"You want me to make a wand?" Heimdall said and gestured, and Jose nodded.

"Honey, you're only 8 years old, don't be in a hurry." Heimdall laughed dryly.

Jose blinked his eyes, and soon his big eyes were foggy.

Heimdall was speechless, the children here forgot about the smack and roll, and went straight to the goal.

Jose pursed his lips, looking pitiful.

Heimdall thought for a while, then surrendered, "Then help you make a children's wand, a regular wand, and let your parents figure out a way after you turn 11."

Probably seeing the clue from Heimdall's expression, Jose burst into tears.

Children under the age of 11 in the wizarding world are not allowed to have wands, but children's wands can be accommodated, which have only a small amount of magical power and are slightly more interesting than ordinary sticks.

Heimdall took back the cloth bag from Victor, took out the core box, and took out one of the glass bottles. A dark golden hair lay quietly among a bunch of silver hairs of different shades, which originally belonged to A newborn unicorn baby.The silverier the unicorn's hair, the stronger the magic power, while the darker the golden color of the cubs, the weaker the magic power.It's a good, albeit extravagant, way to make a children's wand, since the chances of meeting a baby unicorn are even lower than meeting an adult unicorn.

"Let me see what kind of stick I can get you." Heimdall muttered and turned around.

A branch was handed under the eyelids, and Jose struggled to lift a big branch, looking at himself with a smile.

Heimdall sighed in admiration, "Dare to be prepared, you can do it, you are a talent." He gave him a thumbs up.