HP's Foreign Land

Their eyes moved from the mountains of books on the table to their friend who was writing like a dazed man behind the small hill. There was another rustling quill and parchment beside him. It is Heimdall's automatic writing quill, in order to improve efficiency in a two-pronged manner.The three of Carlo looked at each other.I have just heard the audit results from my friends. The answer is regrettable, but not too surprising.

Ten minutes later, Carlo, with his legs crossed, came across the table and waited for another ten minutes, eating some snacks. When he found that his friend had no intention of looking at him, he tentatively called out, "Rig?" He didn't dare It's too loud, and it's like a gentle wind and a drizzle that is afraid of scaring a little white rabbit.

"Huh?" There was an immediate response from behind Xiao Shanbao.

The friends were finally in the mood to laugh, and Carlo heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that they were overthinking.It's just a review, even if a sage comes up with a question, it doesn't matter, Mr. Stulusson's psychological quality is not jelly, and it will rot with a slap.

"Do you want to read the manuscript I wrote for you?" Carlo took out the notebook that Heimdall had given him.

A few days ago, Heimdall commissioned him to write a script for the host at the Kosol Foundation's Thanksgiving Party. Carlo is a master at writing scripts and has rich experience in reliable writing, although he has never been in touch with this before. On the one hand, after all, it is better than Heimdall, a complete novice.

"Well, you can put it here." Heimdall poked his head out. "Thank you, I will read it when I get back to the dormitory, and I will trouble you when the time comes, as you can see," Tan Tanshou said, "I have a lot of things to transcribe, and the borrowing time for these books is short, so I have to hurry up. "

Hearing that his tone was as brisk as usual, and his expression was as peaceful as usual, the friends couldn't help but feel completely relieved.

"What did you say? It's too outlandish." Carlo patted the crumbs off his body. "Well, we won't bother you." The three decided to join their respective interest groups.

Walking to the entrance of the cafeteria, Interlaken Zug, a new assistant in the laboratory, hurried over with a few glass bottles with narrow mouths, narrow necks and wide bellies. Those glass bottles were soaked with specimens of various animals and plants. It looks very fresh, seems to be the latest completion, probably ready for Heimdall to comment on the results.

Seeing Carlo and the others, Zug immediately stepped forward, "Is the chief in there?"

"Second floor," Carlo said.

Zug nodded, thanked him and walked away quickly.

The three of Carlos didn't take a few steps when the deputy director of the broomstick research room ran over and went straight to the target after getting Ryan's answer; a moment later, the director of the wizard chess research room came...

Carlo watched them come and go, and said with emotion, "Rigg is more chairman-like than the new student council president."

After finally dismissing the last head of the research laboratory, he casually ate some pies and fruits, and after finishing his dinner, Heimdall waved his wand and stuffed all the books on the table into his cloth bag. It became bulging, and I realized the huge scale of Book Mountain belatedly.No wonder Zug looked at him to a higher level.

Heimdall picked up the manuscript Carlo had written for him, walked out of the cafeteria, and turned to the dormitory.

Pushing open the door and entering, the fireplace in the bedroom was burning happily. Heimdall called a few times, but there was no response. He rubbed his head, guessing that Leon might have just left, and didn't pay much attention. He put the book bag on the small desk next to the window. .Olar squatted on the bird stand with his neck curled up and motionless, as if he was in a good dream. Heimdall opened the drawer lightly, and took out a pack of queen falcon special cookies that had been mixed according to the proportion and baked with film. Cookies, put a few on a tray in a bird stand.

He went into the bathroom and washed his face. After he came out, the quiet environment made him feel that something was wrong. Where did those naughty guys go?If it was normal, Toffee and Bun would have already dozed off in front of the fireplace, and Xiao Ba, who liked to hang on the chandelier, was nowhere to be seen.

"Where did he go wild again?!" Chief Sturluson wondered if he should go out and look for it.

There was a strange movement on his four-poster bed with hanging curtains. The curtains were hung on all sides and the inside could not be seen. The strange sound did not appear again, and Heimdall thought he had heard it wrong.

He walked to the four-poster bed and raised his hand to the curtain.

A large black pliers suddenly protruded from the gradually widening gap in the curtain, clamped Heimdall's robe and pulled it forcefully, Heimdall who was caught off guard fell into the curtain and fell on the soft bed.Something heavy took the opportunity to press on him, and Heimdall, who hadn't had time to stand up, was helpless under the pressure, and fell back upright like a washboard.

At this moment, Heimdall didn't show any panic. He glanced around and felt confident. Just as he was about to speak, he saw four pairs of shiny eyes rolling on the top of the bed. Jumping down, Director Sturlusson finally couldn't hold back and let out a scream.

"Don't press my face! Why is it so smelly! Where did you go digging mud?!"

Having gotten along with Heimdall for a long time, these few also know that this person is a paper tiger when facing them, and they are not afraid of hearing him screaming, on the contrary, they are more joyful.

"When I can move, see if I don't deal with you! It's the opposite of the sky!"

As a result, the louder Heimdall howled, the crazier they became. Seeing that it didn't have the slightest deterrent effect, Heimdall grinned with hatred.But I was even more puzzled, what happened to these guys?Why did you suddenly go crazy?You don't usually see them take care of you, do you? !

Director Strulusson has been neglected for several days, but Pod has been with him all the time.Heimdall didn't care too much. Even if they have human nature, animals are not human after all, and it is impossible to stick to themselves all day long. Moreover, in essence, pods are different from ordinary animals, not wild animals created by nature.

"Rolo said, Rigg is sad."

Little Bayan's vague words made Heimdall figure out the reason. It turned out that the three of Carlos chewed their tongues with them before and let them comfort them. No wonder they suddenly came to trouble him on a whim.Only his three friends can do this, and dare to do it.It's a pity that the wild animals don't know how to comfort a seemingly "lost" wizard. Carlo explained the reason, but didn't teach the specific steps, so they had to figure it out and take action.

Heimdall didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but of course, he was overwhelmed with emotion.

"I'm so overwhelmed that I can hardly breathe. Get up, and if I don't get up again, I will be angry!"

The three animals felt stiff when they heard Heimdall's voice, thinking that he was really angry, and quickly jumped out of the bed, and Heimdall had room to sigh up to the sky and gasp for breath.

Climbed out of bed and looked at the three animals looking at me eagerly, thinking of their purpose, no matter how big the fire was, it turned into ashes.

"I understand what you mean. It's not as serious as Carlo and the others said. I'm fine. Don't you think so?" Heimdall tried his best to show his radiance.

The three animals really observed for a while, and after getting the answer, they twisted their buttocks and disbanded on their own.

The unbalanced Chief Stulusson mumbled a few words silently, and in a blink of an eye found that Little Bread was squatting there without moving, and came over to rub his trouser legs.

Heimdall was elated, "It's better to be a girl, the little padded jacket is so sweet." He bent over and picked up Little Bread, and kissed its little head. Little Bread also liked to be close to him, so he leaned over his head and wanted him to kiss it more.

Miss Bread is very familiar with what to pay attention to and how to operate in close contact with Heimdall.Little Bread grew up in the hands of Heimdall and Victor, and because of his young age, he sometimes easily hurts people when he moves around without knowing it. As he grows up day by day, the "weapons" on his body become sharper year by year. It's simply a meat cutting tool.

For example, once when he was too excited to play with Heimdall, when he turned sideways, he accidentally flicked his tail and stabbed Heimdall's cheek.The edges of the scales on the Chimera's tail were as sharp as a knife, and half of Heimdall's face was shaved on the spot, making him miserable.Fortunately, the scales were not big, and the wound was not deep. Even so, it still made Director Sturluson suffer a lot.It would have been disfiguring if it hadn't been for the magic elixir of the wizarding world that worked so well.

Because of this incident, the guilty little bread took the initiative to find Toffee for advice—although no one blamed it—to learn how to use and control his own weapons from Toffee.

Also because of this incident, the relationship between Toffee and Bun has a tendency to heat up.

Chimera beasts are cold by nature, both male and female are ferocious and bloodthirsty, except for a certain degree of mutual tolerance during mating, other than that, they speak directly with their strength when they meet.So toffee and buns don't match up because they have different personalities, but because of their nature.

Heimdall was delighted to see them live in harmony.

Small buns are grown in human hands, so it's understandable that they don't show their fierceness. Toffee is simply a miracle of nature. The professors at the school can't help but marvel at it every time they see it.The Fantastic Beasts Laboratory can't wait to confess it as a god.

Recently, even Professor Golden has come up with the idea of ​​toffee, although he can't figure out why... Heimdall frowned, if the professor did something out of the ordinary, even if he was publicly admitted by Grindelwald Teacher, I will not let it go.

Five minutes later, Chief Sturluson's wailing sounded in the dormitory.

"Why are there all mud spots? You really rolled into the mud?! It feels wet to the touch, did you pee on my bed? No wonder it smells so bad! My sheets and quilts..."

In the early morning of the next day, Heimdall walked into the bathroom with dull eyes, yawned in the mirror while squeezing toothpaste on the toothbrush - he copied the book until midnight last night, and he climbed into bed and lay down for a while when it was almost dawn , I felt that my eyelids had just closed, and the alarm clock that I had adjusted to prevent oversleeping rang.

Heimdall sniffed the toothpaste that was squeezed out, and the refreshing mint scent entered his nostrils. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, rubbed his eyes, and brushed his teeth lazily.His sanity gradually became clear, his drowsiness gradually subsided, and his brain began to function normally.The strange thing is that the first image that popped up in my mind was actually a mirror, just like the one in front of me... no, it should be exactly the same.Heimdall glanced at it in bewilderment, and quickly gave up on going around in circles.As a result, the picture in his mind changed to antique-style floor tiles, the same as in this bathroom, the difference is that the ground under his feet is clean, and the scene in his mind shattered the glass all over the floor. stepped on...

Of course, with shoes on.

Heimdall spat out the bubbles in his mouth, "Did I really step on it?" He took a sip of water and rinsed his mouth vigorously. He was baffled by such a picture in his mind, and just made up his mind to ask the divination professor. The mirror in front of his eyes flickered unnaturally.

Heimdall's eyes widened.

"I'm sure, you did step on it!"

With a "poof", a large piece of mouthwash with bubbles hung on the mirror, and the mirror screamed in horror.

"It's disgusting! I'm going to smash it to pieces!"

The terrified Heimdall coughed, shook his fingers, and pointed at the mirror tremblingly, "Gossip?!"

The sound of the mirror was even harsher.

Heimdall, who came back to his senses, wanted to understand one thing. The scenes that reverberated in his mind should not be dreams, but real experiences, maybe just last night.In his impression, he seemed to wake up at night once, and soon after he fell asleep, he was awakened by the urge to urinate, and went to the bathroom in a daze, but now he can't remember any more details.

The most reliable guess is that he came to the bathroom last night in a daze, but the "gossip woman" suddenly ran out to frighten people. There will be a picture of broken glass all over the floor.

Suddenly recalled some small details, that is to say, he not only blew up, but also stepped on it with his feet.The mirror is intact this morning, nine times out of ten because the hardworking house-elf cleaned up the mess.

The mirror growled to Heimdall to wipe it clean.

"Can you come out of the sage's chamber?" Heimdall asked hesitantly.

"I'm not in prison!" The mirror was extremely indignant at his contemptuous attitude, and dared to question its freedom confidently.

Heimdall, who was repeatedly stimulated, calmed down instead, whether it was a blessing or a curse, and it was a disaster that could not be avoided.

"The velvet will be cleaned up later." Heimdall calmly washed his face in the wet mirror, ignored his aggressive shouting, walked out of the bathroom pretending to be deaf and dumb, and didn't forget to close the door again. The mirror was shut down.

Putting on the cloak and hat, Heimdall murmured to himself when he walked out of the dormitory tower. Do the sages live in harmony?

During lunch, Heimdall and Carlo discussed the manuscript and read the general idea to the other two friends. Ryan came up with a few personal opinions and felt that the revision was almost done. Heimdall put down his pen and thought about it. Said: "It's better to be cautious and rehearse according to the script."

"This is the first draft, so you decide? Is the foundation arranging a rehearsal?" Carlo was a little surprised.

"Arranged, but not until early December," said Heimdall. "I asked the Foundation for the list of attendees last week, and they also expressed to me the gist of the gala. This manuscript must be revised many times, and the list of guests may change. What I have to do now is Make sure that part of me has the freedom to flow.”

"What are you going to do?" Carlo asked.

"You'll know after dinner, I've asked Hina to arrange it."

After dinner, the three of Carlo followed Heimdall and left the cafeteria, walked through the atrium, passed through a corridor, and came to a small circular atrium with a high platform.The one-meter-high stone platform is backed by a column-shaped monument, centered on the platform, and six slender memorial columns are erected at the four corners of the atrium. The carvings on the monument and stone columns are themed with fire-breathing dragons.Usually, the student associations of the German school hold some small-scale gatherings here, and most of the time they are requisitioned by various research laboratories to make some new products.A while ago, during the election for the chairman of the student union, Shitai also provided a stage for the candidates to canvass votes.

Today, Heimdall made an appointment with the student union in advance to reserve the venue. "Someone in the student union" finally played a role, and Mr. Chairman agreed without saying a word.Therefore, Director Sturluson thought that as long as he didn't come to harass him, he was still willing to tolerate having a friend named Bonasera.

As soon as they entered the atrium, the rustling voices in the atrium stopped, and everyone complained to Heimdall, "We all arrived on time, but you were the last one."

Heimdall hurriedly walked all the way to the stage with an apologetic smile. Carlo and the others couldn't help but be speechless when they saw the scene in front of them. What's going on? Why are the heads of all the research rooms here?

Heimdall quickly walked up to the stone platform, first apologized to the directors, and then cleared his throat, "First of all, I am very grateful to everyone for taking the time to help. What I asked Hina to convey is that each laboratory sends a It’s enough to be a representative, I didn’t expect the heads of the department to be so supportive, which made me feel embarrassed.”

Chief Sturluson seemed ashamed.

The directors laughed, and the director of the broomstick research room laughed, "Are you embarrassed?! The sun is rising from the west today!"

The head of the room echoed, "We can't see the sun at all here!"

There was another roar of laughter.

Director Sturlusson is a thick-skinned person. After the laughter subsided, he said, "I believe everyone knows the purpose of my seeking someone. I just want everyone to check on me and see what I say. Please Give me more opinions, so I can go back and prescribe the right medicine."

The room heads were all very active. It was rare and interesting for Heimdall to read manuscripts and sing a one-man show in the form of rehearsal, and it was rare and interesting for students like them who were locked up in school all day long.Every head of the room is willing to sell Heimdall's face and let him owe him favors. In this school, this is more effective than Jin Gallon.

For Heimdall, who is in urgent need of hosting experience, they are all talking humanoid pumpkins.