HP's Foreign Land

They passed by a row of marble fire-breathing dragon sculptures in various poses and with their fangs exposed. The landscape paintings bloomed on the cold wall opposite the fire dragons, showing the splendor of the four seasons. After being crushed, irregular patterns were formed on the flat ground, and the legends of the pioneers of the German school reappeared day after day in the dazzling and gorgeous halo.

Finally, they stopped outside Katenen's room at the end of the corridor.

"You mean you want to apply for the right to use the Sages Room?"

Heimdall nodded, and also got the official name of the mysterious room.

The paintings blocking them are pitch black, and on the top right corner of the seemingly distant mountain top sits an ancient castle with flickering candles. The ghostly atmosphere flickers on and off, as if there are unknown beasts lurking in the black ink, waiting for an opportunity to move. The painting is filled with a deep and gloomy temperament.However, there are no living creatures on it. To be precise, apart from a few black bat-like things flying by occasionally, there is no one who can communicate with them.

"Did you change the portrait?" Heimdall remembered that it wasn't this one.

"As a gloomy and lonely half-vampire, he always likes to run around." Katenen smiled helplessly at Heimdall, and tapped the canvas hard. "Yuri III! Come back and open the door for me!"

After a while, hurried shouts came from the painting.

[Wait, I'll be here soon. 】As soon as the words fell, a pale man appeared in the painting, but he didn't give off any feeling of weakness.A tall, thin man with a narrow face, and generally a handsome man.His eyebrows were a little sad, and his eyes were erratic and careless.This nonchalant tone reminded Heimdall of John, the instructor who was also a half-blood vampire who lived as he pleased.Oh, no, the one in front of me is no longer alive.

[Password. ] Yuri III said lazily.

"The bright red blood dripping from the sharp teeth after the black wings pierced the chest is extremely delicious." Professor Katenin said a long series of passwords dryly, showing how reluctant he was, and Heimdall showed a sympathetic look .

[Correct, please come in. 】

After the two of them entered the room, Yuri III suddenly changed his previous aloofness, he was as cheerful as a living person with flesh and blood, his cheeks were dyed with two blobs of bright red, and he said to Katenen enthusiastically: [You are Isn't it not ready to go out for a while?You don't need me to guard the door for you, do you? ] "I don't need it for now," Katenen seemed to be used to it. "What else are you doing?"

[The Hungarian fool who always called himself a baron organized a horse race with a few other simple-minded and reckless knights. I must go and see. I bet the same as the deer hunter and the forester. ] "Actually, I've always wondered what you guys are betting on." Katenen waved his hand. "Get out, get out, even if you are not allowed to go, you will only make trouble for me."

Leaving behind a series of vague murmurs, the portrait of Yuri III quickly fell silent.

"The portraits often hold, um, social activities?" Heimdall shook his hand and refused the professor to serve him, poured a cup of tea by himself, and tasted the vodka that he had been dreaming of with tears streaming down his face.

"Always find something to do for yourself, who knows how long they will hang there." Katenen reminded, "About what you just said..."

Heimdall put down his glass and sat up straight.

Katenen raised his mouth, "All you have to do is write an application form and apply to the school for the right to use the room."

"What to write specifically."

"Name, grade, and you want to apply, that's all."

"Don't you need to write down the reason for the application?"

"The living don't ask why, that's what the dead do."

Heimdall blinked in surprise. At the same time, a bad premonition arose spontaneously. Sometimes simplicity is not necessarily a good thing.

Before dinner began, Heimdall formally submitted his application to the principal's office with unreasonable apprehension.

In the early morning of the next day, Heimdall took his animal friends out for a walk as usual before the whole ice and snow world woke up. When Toffee, Little Eight and Little Bread disappeared, he didn’t rush to a certain eaves immediately to make up for it. The thought of heat energy moved forward aimlessly on the wet stone path newly opened by the house elf from the knee-deep snow.

Pretending not to notice the untimely "stalking" of a certain professor—since he refused Golden's request to borrow toffee, this professor always ran into him from time to time—and chose the opposite direction when passing the fork, Successfully got rid of Golden's follow-up.It can be seen that the professor does not really want to be a stalker.

The pod jumped onto the shoulder of a coolly dressed ancient Roman-style seated statue by the side of the road, and played on it. When it fell from a high place on a raised garment covering the lower body again, Heimdall's teeth were a little sore, If this person has feelings, it must be quite painful now.

"Do you know the sage room in our school?" Heimdall stretched out his hand, and the pod, which was unaware of his "terrorist attack", jumped into his arms.

[Know. ]

"Where is it?"

[library. ]

"Where in the library?"

[It's in the library. ]

"...You actually don't know its exact location, do you?"

Bean Pod was about to refute, when a strange sound came from the woods ahead, Heimdall put aside the question, and walked quickly towards the source of the sound, if you heard it right, it was Bonasera's voice, it sounded like It doesn't seem very pleasant.

When he gradually approached the source of the sound, several figures unexpectedly flashed out from behind the tree, and rushed towards him with malicious smiles. Heimdall turned his wrist, the wand fell in his hand, raised his arm, and the first The magic is cast on the one who bears the brunt.

……

After stepping over a clump of bushes and bypassing a few big trees, the sound of the soles of the shoes falling on the snow startled the people in front of them.

Bonasera opened his mouth to cry, and the student who pushed him on a tree trunk immediately covered his mouth without looking back, and said with some annoyance: "Let you look around, what are you doing here! Didn't start to teach him!" While talking, he sneered and admired Bonasera's eyes widened suddenly, thinking that the other party became more frightened because of this.

"Sorry, those friends of yours are not very friendly, I think they may be a little tired, so I decided to give them a rest."

This student was petrified just like his companions, the difference was that his companions were really petrified, while he was because of the wand held behind his back.

"You want to help him out?! Don't be kidding! You have nothing to do here! Sturluson!" Most of these accomplices are Italian students, and others may be instigated temporary allies. After Ni graduated, they hadn't organized any "big event" for a long time.

"You happened to be in the way I passed, and I happened to see a rough road, so I naturally drew my sword to help. Everyone wants to be a hero, what do you think?" Heimdall's wand drew a sweet little smile on his back. Circle, the student took a sharp breath.

"Let go, let him go!" Heimdall found that this person was not inspired at all, so he had to come by himself.

Bonasera covered his neck with a pale face, and ran behind Heimdall in shock, clutching his robe tightly. This weak move that didn't match his tall figure earned Pod a look of extreme contempt.

Heimdall noticed that the student in front of him was about to convulse, so he kindly said, "I won't hurt you, we are all classmates."

The Italian student couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. In the next second, his body was strongly catalyzed by the sudden magic, and the magic effect was on the verge of triggering.Although all the Italian student had in mind was to turn around and yell at the other person for lying, and if possible to punch that old punch in the nose on that pretty face, he was already under the control of magic and couldn't help himself.

You lied~~ His tears flowed in his heart.

Heimdall put away his wand and said to the student who was petrified by himself: "I said I would not harm you, but I didn't say I would not petrify you."

Heimdall returned along the same road, ignoring Bonasera, who was falling behind him and keeping pace.

When he came to the original fork again, Bonasera rushed to block his way, thanking him with a flattering expression.

"I knew you would come to save me..." The recovery ability was extremely strong, and in a blink of an eye, he was shameless again.

"I don't know what kind of demon I am. I'm probably possessed by a ghost. Hurry back and find a string of obsidian to ward off evil spirits." Heimdall gritted his teeth, with a look of remorse, and the pod meowed with a smile.

"My vice-chairman!" Bonasera threw himself on top of him, and was knocked back by Heimdall's sharp elbow.

Bonasera hugged his stomach and wailed, this was not the first time, he never knew how to reflect.

"How old are you, don't you even know how to use a magic wand?!" After Bonasera's trouble, Heimdall remembered the "business".It's unbelievable that this guy has no ability to protect himself at all?Just let others slaughter you so pitifully?

Bonasera looked at Heimdall stupidly, including the opening and closing of the mouth.

"You are already in the seventh grade, and you will be graduating next year. After leaving school, you will be a self-reliant wizard. It's not the first grader who can't use the levitation spell well and can still be confident. How many seven years do you have to squander!"

"Rig!" Bonasera hugged Heimdall with a full face of excitement, "I knew you cared about me, and you would never abandon me!" The latter was caught off guard and was almost strangled by him again Annoyed.

"Fuck your concern!" Heimdall pushed him away with a cold face. "I just don't want to see you lose face, because it is also related to the reputation of the school and the future of us juniors. I hate rats who shit in the porridge pot but still look ignorant!"

"Rig, you just like to talk ironically, I understand." Bonasera seemed to firmly believe that Heimdall was just not good at expressing.

Trying to reason with him was more painful than going through a nightmare, why didn't I recognize reality?Heimdall sighed wearily.

"You are not the only one in the student union. Even if you really plan to patrol the campus every day like a patrolman, you have to make a plan and organize the officers of the student union to act with you. You are the chairman, right? The chairman does not need to do everything by himself , besides, if you do so, it won't bring much benefit to your reputation."

In fact, Bonasera's patrol plan has aroused a small part of the public's anger, and most of the students expressed their disgust to varying degrees.It can be said that Bonasera backfired and his self-righteous actions failed.I don't know if the students who decided to vote for him hid in the gloomy corner and drew circles of regret.

"Also, I remember that you're pretty good at learning spells. I believe your wand will be very happy to show off the results." Not wanting to entangle him, Heimdall waved his hand, and after walking ten steps away, he had a grim expression on his face. Turning around to stop a certain back spirit who couldn't understand human words, he took the pods and left there quickly.

After finishing the elective course on astrology scheduled in the morning, the already deserted classroom was emptied in a blink of an eye. Heimdall kept looking at the bead strings on the wall when he was helping Professor Mansour sort out the materials. (Professor of Astronomy Adjunct Astrology)

"What do you want? Go get one." The professor didn't feign ignorance.

Instead, Heimdall was embarrassed, but he didn't reject the professor's kindness, and chose a small obsidian of ordinary color.Professor Mansur rolled his eyes at him, and generously took off a rainbow eye (obsidian) the size of a longan. Heimdall stared blankly at the dozens of colorful circles on the surface like layers of ripples, richer than crystal and more gorgeous than jade. More colorful than the full moon eyes (obsidian) he wanted.

"It's too expensive, I can't accept it."

"What are you talking about, you have been taking the initiative to stay in the hall to help me pack my things since the beginning of school, isn't it just an idea to hit me with these stones, and it is annoying to see it when you have achieved your goal. Seeing that you are still hardworking, This is for you." He threw it away as if he didn't take it seriously, and Heimdall was so scared that he hurried to pick it up.

Heimdall squeezed his rainbow eyes and giggled, "Thank you, Professor."

Professor Mansour curled his lips, "The rainbow eye has the same effect as the full moon eye. As long as the wizard who carries it understands the mystery, the most obvious one is to show the phase of the moon... If you talk too much, your brain probably won't be able to hold it. Get out! "Mansoor has long given up hope on Heimdall's awareness of astrology and divination.

Heimdall bared his teeth with a smile, picked up the book and ran out the door.

"By the way, Professor Katenen asked you to wait for him outside the principal's gallery after class, if you remember the way." Professor Mansour's voice caught up with him from behind.

Heimdall hurriedly put away Rainbow Eyes, and ran downstairs at a faster pace.

"...Professors are still so energetic."

"nonsense!"

Heimdall shrank his shoulders, because he was not sure how to greet the "dead", so he always said too many mistakes, so many portraits howling together was overwhelming, resisting the urge to cover his ears, he quietly moved to Katie Professor Ning leaned down behind him and made a small gesture.

[You want to apply for the use of the Sage Room? 】

Heimdall was familiar with this voice. It was the former headmaster of the German School and Professor Ferdinand, a good friend of Professor Katenen.He poked his head out from behind Katenin and found where the portrait of Ferdinand was hanging, "Yes, professor."

[Do you know what's in that room? 】

Heimdall turned his head and faced Beto Prodi on the other wall. "I heard that there are a lot of precious materials in the collection. I guess it is a bit similar to the "Restricted Section" of Hogwarts, Professor Prodi."

Beto nodded seemingly satisfied and said nothing.Heimdall didn't know the reason, so he didn't take it to heart. The other principals all cast contemptuous glances at Beto. This boring guy must be trying to see if people remember him, so he suddenly popped up such a sentence that lacks topic extension. degree of nonsense.

[Although it is not open to the public, it is different from Hogwarts' restricted area concept. 】The speaker is the only female principal in the history of the German school, Jolena Acre. [The school does not prohibit teachers and students from using the sage room, as long as they can pass the review. ] "Then can I pass?" Heimdall asked cautiously.

[Let him try it. 】 Said Pei Dinan.

[I don't like him. ] Beto shook his head.

[At the beginning, many people were optimistic about you, but you didn't succeed. 】Fei Dinan easily exposed Beto's background.

Beto roared angrily.

Seeing that the principals were about to start a new round of fighting, Katenen hurriedly said loudly before the explosion, "So you agree to Mr. Strulusson's review?"

Heimdall was taken aback, what do you mean?

The noise stopped abruptly.

After a while, the principals voted unanimously to approve Mr. Sturlusson to go for the review.

"Wait, I don't understand," the bewildered Heimdall said, "I'm just being audited right now?"

The portraits laughed one after another, as if mocking him for not being able to figure out the situation until now. In fact, this was Katenin’s negligence. Everyone who should be notified—including the dead—but he forgot to notify the alive and kicking parties.

"Of course not my dear," Jolena said with a smile. [The reviewer for you is someone else, we are not qualified enough. ] "...then why did you let me come here in the first place?"

[Of course it is for a sneak peek. 】

【Good luck! ] cried Beto in an operatic trill in Italian.

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