HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall stayed in the blue velvet hut all day on the 25th. He moved a chair and sat in front of the window facing the beautiful scenery. Drinking some tea, eating the mixed sandwiches made by Hina, while silently picking out lettuce, pickles, and red fruits that may be cherry tomatoes, while studying the guide, occasionally looking up to admire the bright scenery outside the house.

All in all, pretty lazy.

When the hands on the clock face pointed to two o'clock in the afternoon, a brightly colored bird broke the silence of the cabin, chattering on the messenger bird stand in front of the house.The temperament of this unnamed bird is as unwilling to be lonely as its competing feathers. It stretches its neck and screams, vigorously flaps its wings, and fiercely drives away all the house elves who try to get close to it.

Hina nearly broke her own finger when she responded to her master, frustrated at her lack of success.

"Give me some tea." Heimdall pushed it away in a calm tone, and walked across the room with his slippers.

The cold eroded the air in the entrance, and when he pushed open the door, a small wind blew in his face, and the warmth around him dissipated, and Heimdall quickly tightened the blanket on his body.

When he saw clearly that there was more than one bird on the courier's shelf, he frowned in wonder.Four animals, two birds, and two bats, crouched and hung on solid oak shelves.It is worth mentioning that two strange-looking birds apparently have no kinship with owls.Bats are not the popular ones displayed in ordinary pet stores. The big one hanging on one end of the bird stand is more than half bigger than the small one hanging on the other end. Under the shroud.

Heimdall came under the eaves, and the original bird suddenly became quiet.

A row of small cloth bags with drawstrings fell from the bird stand. It seemed that these parcels were responsible for the post, and they were thrown on the ground after they arrived.

Heimdall waited for a moment, and the two birds stared at him, bluffing in their sharp beaks, and their small eyes seemed a little impatient, as if they disliked his dawdling.Heimdall exhaled in the cold air, and approached the bird stand. The messenger was still quiet, and he picked up the cloth bag.

As if in response to some kind of cue, the bird and the bat fluttered their wings and flew away from the bird stand at the same moment, and dispersed in the air in a blink of an eye, turning into four black spots of different sizes.

It wasn't until he could no longer see the messengers that he gathered the blankets on his body, turned around, walked into the room and closed the door.

He sat on the rug in front of the fireplace, loosened the blanket and threw it aside, and put a few cloth bags in front of him.Wizards often send things wrapped in cloth, and these cloth bags are no exception. The styles are the same, even the colors are very similar, and there are no noteworthy details.

He opened the first grass-gray cloth bag, and the contents immediately swelled out of the small cloth bag.

A ball of pine flower green fabric.

Heimdall picked up the fabric by one end and found it to be a cloak.He shook his wrist, and the cloak immediately fell down smoothly, and the folds on the surface straightened automatically.

Heimdall picked up the card that protruded from the cloak, on which was written "Merry Christmas" in flying phoenixes, signed Nikolai Yezhov under the card, and PS, this cloak not only keeps warm, but also has a certain degree of warmth. For the effect of anti-jinx, please refer to the standard effect of Iron Armor Curse for details.

Heimdall put down the card, put the cloak on his body, posed for a few poses, and spun around a few times.The adults were not at home, and the animals couldn't count on them. Director Sturlusson quickly sat back down in a dispirited manner.

The second cloth bag contained a gift from Luc Junker, a pair of burnt yellow short boots with leather laces, and the heels were covered with something hard.Heimdall touched the toe of the shoe for a long time and was still not sure what material it was made of, so he rummaged through it and found the card.Junker's card is clear at a glance, except for the name, there is not a single redundant word.

Heimdall touched his nose and put the shoes on his feet, the size was just right.

He unwrapped the third cloth bag, which was from Professor Katenen, a set of singing dolls, each with a big one, and the singing volume would increase accordingly.There are eleven nesting dolls in this group, in other words it has eleven levels of volume adjustment.These are nothing, the most surprising thing is that the nesting doll is made in the image of Heimdall, can do simple movements, and has vivid expressions.

While listening to the matryoshka dolls singing the Russian wizard folk song "The Little Mountain Monster and the Big Mouse", Heimdall sighed when he could sing like this.

The last thing to open was Shehu Shagari's return gift, a chocolate-colored briar pipe with a beautiful grain and a large box of fine tobacco.Heimdall smiled slightly. Among the old men, he and Shagari had always maintained a familiar relationship. When shopping for Christmas gifts, he stared at the various products on the shelves for a long time, and finally consulted Rommel for his opinion and bought them. A box of flavored cigars.Shagari's gift in return was a perfect match, and this thing was obviously more suitable for his father Rommel.

Heimdall was about to take off his shoes when Pod, who had just wandered around, strolled over.

[The boots are nice. ]

"I can't see what's good about it, it's pretty average." Heimdall despises her not being bright and novel enough.

Dopod approached the boots when Heimdall was not prepared and stretched out his paws to scratch it vigorously. There was a strange cry. Heimdall closed his mouth, looked at Dopod and said, "What's your name? If you want to scream, it should be me!" Killing a pig is generally miserable.

[My claws...] The sharp claws seem to have been smoothed by nail clippers, leaving only a small stubble, almost bleeding.

Heimdall picked it up and carefully rubbed its red paws.

The pod meowed comfortably and enjoyed Heimdall's massage, [Now I should understand how tricky your boots are. ]

Heimdall paused for a moment as he rubbed and kneaded. He had completely forgotten about it. He took a closer look at the boots. They were intact, without even a tiny wrinkle. They could directly knead cat's claws into pads. What the hell is this? Material?

[Dragon skin, and it is a high-grade dragon skin that has been strictly processed, not the low-grade goods that can be seen everywhere in grocery stores that use dragon skin as a selling point.There are also good and bad dragon skins on a dragon, and the most effective one is usually just a small piece. Given the rarity of dragons, it is hard to come by. ]

Heimdall raised one foot and swayed it from side to side. He firmly believed that the shoe was ugly. If it hadn't been for the pod to try the boot with his claws, his mortal eyes would not have thought that there was anything special about the boot.

[Dragon scales are nailed on the heel, if it is not deliberately damaged, the sturdiness of this pair of shoes can be regarded as a family heirloom. ]

Heimdall shook the cloak on his body, "This also has the effect of preventing evil spells."

[Keep them well, these two things are not at the same level as the anti-spell hats, anti-spell gloves, and anti-spell cloaks made by the British twins. ]

These old guys had everything they needed in life, and they had eaten more salt than rice, so Heimdall had no choice but to find another way, and sent some of the most common food and drink, with less courtesy and more affection.

Heimdall stared at the cloak and shoes, and said slowly: "I finally understand what it feels like to throw a papaya in the past and a jade pendant in return."

Although the sound was not loud, it was enough to make Heimdall wake up and adjust his posture quickly. At first glance, there was no flaw.Several wizards walked through another room, and the sound of voices and footsteps continued to the next room, and the next room, until silence returned.

Pod, who was captured by Heimdall as a lookout, wagged its tail, and Heimdall turned around and continued to grope.

It was a brand new day after Christmas, and he returned to the old house with a map, trying to hide and seek with a legendary strange room.

Before the start of the game, as usual, he asked Thoron for a routine, and without any further information, Heimdall had to rely on his own efforts, starting from the entrance on the first floor and knocking on every place that his hands could touch.So far, the aimless knocking has been a little fruitful, and three half-person-high secret doors have been found, with spider webs and nothing inside.I also found a few nests left by the old house elves, just like a recycling bin, with small objects piled up in disorder.

From one of the nests, he found a necklace with an oval picture. The back of the necklace and pendant was covered with patina. The person on the picture was Yolf in his childhood.When he was a child, Yolf was a bit more energetic than when he was an adult, but his appearance was even more outstanding than when he was older. After the age of 17, Yolf was taciturn and quiet, and even his outstanding features were grayed out.

Heimdall squeezed the picture necklace, put it back, and placed the surrounding arrangement as it was.

When he stood up, his feet slipped, and he hurriedly supported the pillar embedded in the wall. In this hasty moment, he caught a glimpse of an extra door beside the pillar.Heimdall stared at the door for a while, his mind was blurred, and he couldn't think of any arrangement on this part of the wall.He took out the guide, yes, the wall on the guide was empty, not even a portrait.

Heimdall swallowed, put away the guidebook, and tiptoed over like a quick and suspicious pheasant in the woods, afraid of disturbing it.When his hand grabbed the doorknob, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at the real cold touch.With a little effort, he pushed open the ordinary-looking wooden door.

There were no stormy seas, no violent bombing, and even the babbling sound from the friction of the hinges was negligible, and all the dreadful expulsions that were expected to be waiting behind the door did not occur, which logically made people feel empty.

The sun streams in its own way on the huge glass windows, dust dances in the orange light, but otherwise it's clean and eerily empty.Suo Errong hinted that the room would dress itself up, if this is the effect after dressing up... Heimdall was annoyed that he was so rare and strange, and was easily overwhelmed by Suo Errong's description, regretting why he didn't ask a few more words at that time.

"Aren't you coming in?" Heimdall looked back and saw Pod squatting at the door, only one step away from the world behind the door.

[No, I'm fine here. ] Pod looked wary.

Heimdall didn't force it, turned around and continued to look at the empty room.

In the corner facing the door, there is a chair with missing arms and legs, which is wobbly as if someone just sat on it; there is an old-fashioned writing desk by the window on the left, the drawer is half open, the paper on the desktop is spread out, and the ink bottle is open. There was a quill pen inserted; in front of the wall on the right was a large cabinet with a glass door, inside which were neatly stacked books. Heimdall couldn't read the words on the spine. He tried to pull the cabinet door which was obviously unlocked, The double glass doors didn't budge.

There is a row of green plants next to the large glass-door cabinet, with water droplets hanging on the leaves, and the spout of the watering can is wet, as if someone has just tended these flowers and plants, and there is still a shovel stuck to half-dried mud lying beside the watering can .

Everything displayed in this room is very popular, wet ink on paper, creaking chairs, half-open windows, spotless carpets, vigorous plants... the things you see are monotonous but not simple, and it is fascinating Hanging and creepy.Whoever came here today would definitely not take everything for granted like Director Sturluson.

When Heimdall turned his head, there was a stack of books piled up in the corner near the door. He ran over in three steps at a time, and was delighted to find that it was the manuscript he had been looking for.Heimdall turned over and drew out his wand to cast magic on his robe pocket, but the magic wand, which had always been flamboyant, went silent with a pop, and the magic spell failed.

Heimdall was dumbfounded, this was the first time he encountered such a situation, and then he thought of Thorrong's meaningful reminder.Unwilling to give up and tried several times, all ended in failure.Squatting on the ground and pondering for a while, he picked up a book and threw it forcefully towards the door. Seeing the oncoming book, the pod almost exploded. When it nimbly moved to the side, those who were about to rush out The manuscript flashed in the air and went back by itself.

Heimdall walked out with a manuscript, halfway there he felt something was wrong, and quickly turned back.

The words of Suo Errong urged him not to act rashly, and he didn't know what would happen when he went out.

Heimdall looked at the large pile of manuscripts in front of him with a bitter face, and sat on the floor with his robe rolled up.Picking up the top book and flipping through it page by page, when the pod cat couldn't help dozing off at the door, Heimdall finally picked out the parts he needed at the moment, stuffed them into the pocket of his robe, and kept as many books as possible. take.

Another hour passed, and Heimdall shook his two bulging pockets, holding a pile in his hands, and walked out of the room cautiously.His two feet landed on the marble floor, the contents in his pockets and hands were unharmed, and when he looked back, the wall was still a wall, the door he opened just now and everything inside the door disappeared without a trace.

Heimdall sighed, knowing that he would not get what he wanted.

In the evening, Rommel and Snow took him out for a dinner party. The host was an old friend of Rommel's. The wizards who attended the dinner party were not all rich or expensive as Heimdall thought. Being casual, there is harmony inside and outside the words, and the meal is relaxed and happy.

After returning to the hut, Heimdall returned the anti-lost guide to Rommel, who took the things back with a calm expression.

Heimdall took out the gifts from Katenen and others, put on the cloak and shoes, and finally got his wish and posed in front of the Strulusson brothers. Rommel and Snow watched him imitate Kaka Love pretended to be arrogant and squinted at people, and his supercilious narcissism made them laugh out loud.

Heimdall boasted about the short boots that Junker gave him from the inside out. The main words basically copied what Pod said, and Pod, who was already looking contemptuous, immediately rolled his eyes and ran out of the room, not wanting to look at him again. now.

Rommel and Snow did not disappoint him. Each took a shoe and thought about it for a while. Both of them knew the goods, and their reputation was more than twice as good as that of Heimdall, who was half-baked. Take care of him. The words are similar to pods, let him take good care of them, and don't take them seriously in a daze.

Heimdall also knew that he had received a lot of good things for Christmas this time, so he nodded obediently and cautiously, thinking that he would let Hina lock the things in the vault after showing off in front of her boyfriend in a few days.

Heimdall told them again that he accidentally found the room. The two of them reacted calmly to this, and they could think about it. It is also asking for trouble, and what is left will naturally be dealt with by those who need it.

However, the two brothers were somewhat interested in the unique character of that room, and asked some questions about it.

"I think the reason why the room is willing to come out is because you put the picture necklace back."

Rommel's idea is consistent with the arrangement logic of many European folklore, and follows the principle that good people get good rewards.

The martial arts novels of the Celestial Dynasty also advocate similar plots, such as being knocked off a cliff by a certain master or falling into a dark cave, accidentally seeing a corpse, and kindly helping to dig a grave to bury it. There are too many martial arts cheats and so on.

Heimdall had a bitter expression on his face, and he didn't even allow him to take all the manuscripts. The martial arts cheats are just fantasy.

"The appearance of the room may follow a pattern, and Rigg just caught up with the time for it to appear." Snow is more accustomed to using scientific methods to analyze the unscientific nature of things. "Didn't Suo Errong also find that room on the first floor?"

Heimdall felt that Snow's view was more reliable than the flood of plots in Rommel's martial arts novels.

"If I have time, I'll look for it again." Heimdall admitted that he was unwilling, but the part of the manuscript he brought out was enough for him to ponder for a while.Yolf left detailed notes and insights in the margins of the book. This part of the text is composed of several languages. It seems to be written in a flash, very casually. Some paragraphs are just scattered sentences, which are quite difficult to identify .

Poor Heimdall, a child who expects to enjoy the shade under the tree as soon as possible.

When Heimdall returned to the room, he found a box wrapped in colorful paper lying on the ground in front of the door. He raised his eyebrows wonderingly, picked up the box and pushed the door into the room.

Inside the box was a glittering golden wallet with a layer of sequins nailed on it. Reminded by the light, Heimdall noticed the rich patterns on the small sequins. Long is exactly the same.

Heimdall touched the wallet fondly, picked up the small card and looked through it, he was very surprised by the signatures of Hina and Dodoma.

Director Sturluson was moved for a moment, he never thought that the elf would return gifts.

He opened the metal buckle of the wallet, took some Sickle and Nat from his pocket, threw them into the wallet, and snapped the buckle back.After shaking, the sound of dingling clang came, and Director Strulusson felt relieved immediately.

While shaking the wallet, the wallet suddenly opened its two bean eyes and turned around. Just when the unaware Chief Strulusson was about to open the buckle to take out the change, there was a scream in the room, and his The fingers were bitten by the wallet.

Immediately afterwards, there was another short scream, Heimdall didn't even see what was going on, and the wallet that disappeared in his hand was stepped on the ground by the panicked Hina.