HP's Foreign Land

The next day, it was the same time, the same place, and the same people.

"It seems that the effect of your reply letter is not satisfactory." Leon said to Heimdall sitting beside him, while Carlo and Ryan focused on the large bunch of pink daffodils he was holding.

"Which suitor sent it?" Carlo picked the bouquet, but didn't see the card.

"I don't know. The house elf handed it to me when I entered the castle. I asked it who the flower sender was. It looked offended and almost tore the tea towel on its body and refused to tell me." Hai Mudar put the flowers on the table, and Carlo found that the atmosphere nearby became more subtle because of the appearance of the bouquet, so he couldn't help being more excited.

"I refused to accept it, so I screamed and slammed it into the nearest wall. It was not in my plan to appreciate their endless self-mutilation early in the morning, so I had to accept it." Haim Dahl turned to Leon. "Is this flower useful to you?"

"The irises you gave last time haven't been used up yet."

It took a moment for Heimdall to realize what he was talking about.

"This flower looks familiar." Li An never took his eyes off the flower from the beginning to the end.

"I think so too, but I just can't remember..." Heimdall hesitated. "That's why I refused to accept it in the first place."

"Why do you think so much? Anyway, you are just an uninformed collector. As for where these flowers come from, it has nothing to do with you." Caruso advocates conciseness and avoids fuss.

"You're right, I overestimated the importance of these things and foolishly let them interfere with my ability to think, when in fact they were far less important. I lay in bed last night and found that the past day was hardly productive It can be said that I'm wasting time, and I don't think I can go on like this any longer." Heimdall showed a relaxed smile, "Carol, my dear, what would I do without you."

Carlo pretended to be angry, and waved his fists and yelled, "Unless you tell Krum to go away, you can't get anything from me."

Several friends laughed together and applauded Carlo's lifelike performance.

"What exactly did those suitors write in their letters? How did you reply?" Rian was dying of curiosity.

"Two people insisted that I call them by nicknames; three people improvised more than a dozen nasty nicknames that tested endurance, and let me figure it out. I would be surprised if I really followed those temporary ideas. One of their names to call one of them, can they know who I mean; the other one secretly reveals that he actually has a Christian name, and uses a bunch of tongue twister-like descriptions to make me guess What was his Christian name, a riddle that, unfortunately, does not interest me at all."

"It sounds like you were in pain." Ryan said sympathetically.

Heimdall gave him a wink, thanking him for his concern.

"How do you reply to them?"

"Not necessary; not necessary; unacceptable; unacceptable; unacceptable; uninteresting."

The three friends laughed, and Carlo said, "I will give you a copper Knut, and apply to witness their expressions when they read the letter."

"Received a love letter no matter what, it always makes people feel good, no matter where the final result will lead." Ryan said optimistically.

"How did you resolve your letter?" Heimdall asked.

"Find him for an interview, and tell him sorry that I already have a girlfriend who is like me."

"and then?"

"And then there was nothing else. I suspect that the brother was just impulsive, and he was not ready to face this at all." Lian said. "My refusal was exactly what he had in mind and I bet he would have run away screaming if I had nodded my head."

"It indirectly shows that the senior brother is a clear-headed person." Heimdall still thought that the few who wrote to him were out of control.

"But it's a love letter, a love letter." Rian emphasized.

"It seems that I have never received a love letter." Heimdall disagreed.

"You took it? The time of sending flowers doesn't count, who else?" Rian asked curiously.

Heimdall looked at the three friends who were staring at him, "Of course it's Victor, who else?"

Yep, forgot about Krum.

Heimdall sighed, "I once tried to have sex with him by writing letters, but unfortunately it didn't work out. He seems to be unable to stand the excitement."

Love letters?The three friends looked at each other, poor Krum...

"Aren't you going to tell Krum about the interesting changes in the school this week?" Carlo found that Heimdall didn't seem to intend to reveal anything to his boyfriend.

"It's not interesting at all." Heimdall confirmed Carlo's guess. "I'm not going to tell Victor," then, he looked at his three friends, "Victor loves me very much."

"Show off?" Leon raised an eyebrow.

"Of course not... Well, maybe there is a little tendency in it, but that's not the point," Heimdall smiled. "Although on the surface it is hard to see that he is overthinking, in fact he is easy to think too much, and I am afraid that he will think too much. I don't want to add extra burden to him because of inexplicable things, let alone nothing at all. "

The three friends nodded.

"When I've settled all of this, on a certain day of a certain year and a certain month, I will jokingly mention it to him, and then he will smile back without any grievances." Heimdall is very satisfied with his vision. "Isn't this better?" Thinking of the current situation, he curled his lips, "Don't talk about those spoilers. I forgot to ask you all yesterday, how did you feel about the consultation last Sunday? Did you gain anything?"

"No big feelings," Carlo shrugged. "I plan to go again this Sunday to see if there are any new discoveries."

Every point of the consultation meeting is not fixed. Some companies and organizations are very mobile, especially small companies with no background. face.

"I'll be back after a while." Leon seemed not very interested.

"I put my name on a broom design studio," says Ryan. "They told me to go back next week."

"Really? So you've already made up your mind?" Heimdall sat up straight.

"Probably, I'm not sure yet." Ryan rubbed his head. "But I'm interested in broomsticks, that's for sure."

"what company?"

"It's a studio that has just been established for less than a year. You should know the boss. It's your teammate Adam Klaus in Sugar Mouse. He also came to our school during the inter-school Quidditch competition..."

"I remember." Heimdall stopped him from continuing to inspire himself.This also explains why Klaus appeared at the consultation meeting last Sunday. When meeting him, Heimdall did not mention anything except basic pleasantries.

"Iris." Leon also joined in the fun.

"...Thanks for the reminder, I remember him." Heimdal paused, trying to put away some of his emotions towards Adam, not to confuse them with the studio. "What is the main job of that studio? Making broomsticks? Is it a personal hobby that Klaus plays with?"

"The main research is on the new improvement and design of the broom for competition. It does not directly produce the broom. It seems to have some relationship with some big manufacturers. I don't know how to operate it. It's only half a day's work. They can't disclose everything. Give it to me, I can't remember either."

Heimdall nodded, "Sounds good, as long as you know what you want."

"Thanks, I'll try to figure it out."

Ryan went on to eat the strawberry cheese scones on his plate.

Heimdall poured a cup of hot tea, and found himself grabbing the sugar bowl when he habitually touched the other side of the tray.By the way, the school has already banned alcohol.Putting down the sugar bowl resentfully, he took a sip of the hot tea, and the refreshing tea aroma filled his mouth with fruity fragrance, and Heimdall exhaled comfortably.After that, he took out the letter paper and ink, and frowned fiercely at the mostly blank letter paper that had made no progress.

"No progress?" Carlo asked in a low voice.

Heimdall smiled wryly, "When the book is ready to use, I hate it. I finally waited until Mr. Hernando finished the work at hand and began to study the unknown fur, but I couldn't provide more information."

Carlo was one of the few people Heimdall talked to about this.

"If you have provided everything, what else do you need that expert to do?" Carlo suddenly thought of something, and said excitedly, "Have you been to the library?"

"Except Potions, I have read everything I can, including gossip magazines that are made out of nothing."

"Is there no room in that room, maybe you can find something extraordinary from there."

"...you mean the Durmstrang room?"

Carlo grinned, "Are there any other rooms in our school library where we don't even know where the door is?"

"I didn't expect that." Heimdall scratched his head.

"Whether I didn't think of it or didn't think about it on purpose."

"Can you stop being so sharp?" Heimdall gave him a white look. "But you're right. Maybe you subconsciously think that you don't have that strength, so you just..." Heimdall had to admit that Carlo was right.

There is a room in Durmstrang's school library that seems to exist only in legends - its size, furnishings, and the location of the gate are all mysteries. When this legend spread in the German school, everyone already called it "The Durmstrang Room".Its original name, no one seems to remember and no one cares.It is said that the Durmstrang Room completely preserved the records of the six pioneers who created the legend, and they left a treasure house of knowledge in the world.But for thousands of years, there are only a handful of wizards who have been allowed to enter that room. The door of the room is only opened for wizards who have been affirmed by the six founders at the same time. Ordinary wizards cannot get this honor, or do not have this ability.

"It's just a legend." Heimdall was actually a little shaken.

"It says in the student handbook that it does exist," Caro pointed out.

At first glance, the German School Handbook is an inconspicuous and thin booklet. When you use magic to enlarge it, its volume is similar to a Muggle dictionary, and it is as thick as a weathered brick on a castle.On the cover of the German school brochure, there are two lines of golden words written in German and Russian respectively: the eternal Durmstrang College.One of the meanings of "unchanged" here is pure blood.

"Maybe I can try it?" Heimdall seemed to be talking to himself, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

"Try without losing meat." Carlo expressed his support.

"I'll go find Cartier during the lunch break..."

"Sturluson!" The sharp cry suddenly interrupted Heimdall's next words, and more than half of the students in the cafeteria were startled by the sudden harsh cry, and all cast angry glances.

The student who provoked everyone's anger didn't realize it, and strode straight towards Heimdall, and then shot his eyes at the corner of the table lying quietly, which was obviously beautiful but had been mercilessly left behind by its holder. Later daffodils.

Bonasera pointed at Heimdall, "The prisoner is you!!!"

Heimdall frowned, "Can you explain what you just said in German?"

Carlo snickered silently.

Bonasera blinked in confusion, "I speak German."

"Ah, now I understand." Heimdall nodded.

Bonasera still didn't understand, but he quickly got rid of his confusion and pointed to the bunch of flowers that he didn't care about.

"You stole Professor Kosklar's narcissus!" (Professor of Divination at the German School)

"I didn't steal it, it was given to me by someone else."

No wonder I always feel that I have seen this flower somewhere, and at this moment, Li An also looked suddenly enlightened.Professor Cosqueral has a small area in Greenhouse No. [-], which is dedicated to planting those gorgeous ordinary flowers and plants. Students who often go to the Greenhouse to read and hang out have some impressions of this.

"Who sent it?"

"...a house-elf."

"Ha! House elf? Lying! Got you!" Bonasera laughed wantonly in the way a Mortla rat is proud of having stolen honey cheese.

Heimdall just stared at him indifferently, then picked up the bouquet of flowers and stood up.

Bonasera has been busy patrolling his territory ever since he was confirmed as the president of the student union and took office successfully, taking it as his duty to help others, and aiming at eliminating the strong and helping the weak—whether the other party really needs help or not—in most cases The next one hurried in and out, rather than rushing like his predecessors, and the spectacle was spectacular.

Today, Heimdall thought to himself, he probably got another tip and came to uphold justice and eliminate harm for the people.

"You should turn yourself in." Bonasera actually knew how to be emotional. "For the sake of you being my vice chairman, I will give you leniency."

Heimdall didn't promise to be a vice chairman at all, it was all Bonasera's wishful thinking.What Director Sturlusson likes is to use the favor of the election in exchange for the convenience of the student union for the experimental research laboratory in the next school year, not the vice-chairman who is destined to be overwhelmed by someone no matter what he does.

"I told you I didn't steal the flowers." Heimdall said bluntly. "If it doesn't make sense to you, I'll go to Professor Cosqueral, and I believe the professor will give me justice."

Of course, there is another way to get the house-elf who sent flowers to testify for him, but considering the hysteria that makes people's temples swell, when the time comes, it will not be said who the real courteous person is, but it will deepen Bona's suspicion. Sera's unfounded and aggressive suspicions, even though the man has little intelligence to speak of.

Bonasere pulled him back a sneering sneer.

Heimdall was on fire, he could stand anyone but being blatantly despised by this guy.Heimdall stepped on the chair, took out his wand, and announced loudly to the entire cafeteria: "I am Heimdallstulusson. I am sorry to interrupt the meal time of the students. Before entering the cafeteria this morning, I received a bunch of The pink daffodils, they are so beautiful..." Director Sturlusson sighed intoxicated, and looked at everyone with indescribable tenderness.

His three friends were dumbfounded, not knowing what he was going to do for a while.

"Who can be kind enough to tell me, who is the person who sent the flowers?" Heimdall smiled. "I'm going to give him an unexpected surprise."

At least three students have come forward claiming they were the ones who sent the flowers, and whether true or not, the water has been diverted eastward.

Heimdall jumped off the chair, and looked at Chairman Bonasera who suddenly changed his expression with contentment.

The three students who were clamoring for a "surprise" rushed forward, but were stopped by another roar that came unexpectedly.

"For the sake of the great pioneers, dare you repeat that you are the flower-giver?"

The three impostors died down, and they got out with oil on their feet.

Bonasera's eyes lit up, thinking that the evil forces had been overthrown and was about to regain the old mountains and rivers. The next second, the angry drinker rushed to him in three steps at a time, and with his slight height advantage, his eyes were awe-inspiring. Looking at him, "I sent the flowers, does Chairman Bonasera have any comments?"

Bonasera was so frightened that he backed back and back again, waiting for Heimdall to remember that he couldn't find anyone else.

"Master!" Rian was taken aback.

The Screamer is the head of the broomstick research lab.

Heimdall threw the narcissus back into the head of the room forcefully, and the delicate flower bones couldn't bear to fall down. Fortunately, Professor Cosklar was not here.

"Don't do this to me, tell me what you want!" Heimdall flicked off the petals on his body.

"I just wanted to send you a bouquet of flowers, who would have known that so many messy things would happen." A certain room chief looked aggrieved.

"So you stole the professor's flowers?" Heimdall didn't appreciate it.

A certain head of the room made unreasonable words, "Anyway, those flowers are for people to see in the greenhouse." Suddenly his face straightened. "I'm here to pursue you on behalf of everyone."

Heimdall blinked in confusion, "Please enlighten me."

The head of the broomstick research room waved back, and a group of students roared up from the ground and surrounded Heimdall in an instant. Heimdall looked around in surprise, isn't this the head of each research room? !

The deputy head of the wand research room took the dying bouquet of daffodils from the arms of the head of the broomstick research room, and handed them to Heimdall again, "In fact, each of us has a share of these flowers, please don't refuse our wishes .”

"Where's your head?"

The deputy chief smiled calmly, "I will be the chief from now on, do you think you can calm down?" It seemed that he wanted to distance himself from his predecessor.

When the deputy chief waited with bated breath until he was almost desperate, Heimdall raised the corner of his mouth and took the flower.

The deputy head was relieved, and the smile on his face was much easier than before.

"And us, you can't treat one more favorably than another." The heads of other research labs expressed their dissatisfaction in a hurry.

"Okay, okay, I understand, so it's not like this, what's going on with you this year?" Director Sturluson thought that the French expert was simply misleading.

One of those six letters was resolved, the head of the broomstick research office was one of the duo who insisted on calling him by the nickname, and Heimdall turned to face the other 1/6, who was also part of the nickname duo another person.

"Why do you say you are a third grader here to join in the fun?!" Heimdall shook his head at the head of the Wizard Chess Research Office.

Papoulias giggled embarrassedly, "I thought it would be logical to study by your side."

After the morning class, Heimdall planned to go to the staff lounge. He had obtained the latest password from Carlo before. The two Pegasus statues at the door flapped their wings vigorously and jumped up, and Heimdall Go through the hole below them and enter the lounge.

The professors were almost all here, drinking tea, eating snacks, and chatting. The appearance of Heimdall made the room quiet for a second.Sitting under the large pointed window facing the entrance, Luis Mansur, a professor of astronomy, took down his pipe and put on an exaggeratedly surprised expression.

"Mr. Sturluson, have you finally decided to use your rest time to study astronomy? Have you come here after all? Or is it because of my old eyesight?"

Just finished the theoretical class of astronomy.

The professors laughed, and Heimdall was embarrassed, but he had to speak clearly.

"I'm sorry Professor, I'm looking for Professor Katenin."

Katenen, who was sitting at the other end, waved his hand at him, as if he didn't intend to get up immediately, and concentrated on eating a small plate of snacks.

Professor Mansour pretended to sigh with pity, and then Professor Cosklar's voice sounded, "Are the daffodils beautiful? Mr. Stulusson?"

At that moment, Heimdall felt a little guilty, but quickly overcame this unreasonable feeling.

"I asked the house elf to find a beautiful crystal vase, and they should be in my dormitory by now." Heimdall replied evasively, he didn't know where the pink flowers looked so good.

"Professor Katenin!" Professor Mansour was obviously impatient.

"It's coming, I heard it." Katenin slapped off the crumbs of the snacks on his body, stood up and faced Heimdall. "Come on, boy, let's go out and talk."

Heimdall said goodbye to the professors respectfully, followed Katenen and left the lounge.