HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall carefully compared the photo of the curved-horned snorkel he got from Bernick. On the white snow field, there was a black shadow surrounded by a circle drawn with a red pen. It took just four seconds. , only the moment when the black shadow jumped out of the rock did it vaguely show its embryonic form.

It was indeed closer to the horned snorkel described by Luna, with sheep-like horns and a strange hump on its back, like a camel's hump.But it is obviously not the same thing as the little robber. From the analysis of the image in the photo, the horned snoring beast is bigger than the little robber.

With this doubt, Heimdall approached Professor Ladiri, who was observing the work and rest of the hard-backed bees in the No. 9 greenhouse. The professor took the photo in his hand and looked at it for a long time.

"I've never seen such a creature." The professor shook his head regretfully. "Where was this photo taken?"

"In Russia, Eastern Siberia."

"It's not far from here."

"Yeah." Heimdall took back the photo. In fact, he didn't expect the professor to explain why, and the masters of Fantastic Beasts were at a loss. "Professor, do you know other than Nifflers, dragons, and goblins, there are other animals that like shiny things like gems and gold?"

Professor Ladiri pondered for a moment, "Many, birds, elves, and some magical animals in the water that are very similar to otters also like shiny things. However, there are two main types of animals that like gemstones. One is Like dragons and snuffers, out of their own hobbies; the other is out of some staged needs, such as to attract the opposite sex and increase their charm value; or to decorate their own nest, which usually disappears after a period of time gone."

Heimdall thinks that the little robber might belong to the second category, because the loss of things only happened last year.

After bidding farewell to Professor Lateri, Heimdall left Greenhouse No. 9, and as soon as he went out, he ran into Professor Golden, who seemed to have been waiting for him here long ago.

"Do you have something to do?" Before the Chinese New Year, Golden still kept chasing after him. He asked him several times to borrow toffee and was turned away after being turned away. Heimdall thought he had figured it out. Return to the previous lukewarm state.

"I heard you lost something?" Gordon's eyes sparkled.

Heimdall had a bad premonition, why did this look look so similar to the time when he followed him before the Chinese New Year? !

"Yes, lost, what are you so happy for?"

"When was I happy?"

Even when he was questioned, he always looked happy from the inside out, Heimdall felt that his spirit must have a purpose.

"It's okay, I'll leave." Heimdall walked away, but was stopped by Golden.

"I have something to tell you."

"Don't borrow!"

Golden blew his beard and stared, "I didn't say anything!"

"No matter what you want to borrow, I will not accept it."

Golden glared at him angrily. Heimdall looked determined. After all, he didn't dare to be too arrogant. After all, he is his own professor.

Who knew that Gordon suddenly laughed, pointed at him and said, "I want to borrow it from you, will you borrow it?"

"No! It's not the first time you've been trying to trick me. I made it very clear at the beginning that I'm not interested in dead people, and I'm not interested in studying other people's skins. You can fight on your own."

"Yes, you have to be a god!" Golden sputtered.

Heimdall ignored him.

"Don't you want to know what that thing is? Don't you want to know where it came from? Don't you want to know why it came here?" Golden looked into his eyes.

Heimdall raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You know?"

"Maybe." Gordon smiled calmly.

"Tell me after you're completely sure, I still have class in the afternoon, Castle..." Heimdall looked around. "Oh, go here."

Golden couldn't stop him, and shouted behind him, "The place where that thing came from is likely to hide the secret I've been longing to know, maybe Gellert's Nether Corps is in that place!"

Heimdall paused.

Golden was overjoyed when he saw it, but the stagnation lasted only for a moment, and the next second Heimdall continued to walk forward without looking back.

"I have Gellert's notebook here, which records a few words about that thing. Aren't you curious? I can lend you the notebook, it's better than you looking for it like a headless chicken!"

Heimdall still didn't look back, and went straight out of Golden's field of vision, leaving the distraught professor behind.

Early the next morning, before dawn, Heimdall led the animal companions to the edge of the pine forest.

He looked at the dark forest and pondered for a moment, "Can you still catch it?"

How does this make them answer?The animals looked at him numbly, and the king gave him a look of disdain.

Heimdall also knew that this question was unreliable, so he cleared his throat uncomfortably.He took out a golden tie clip from his pocket, inlaid with a row of crystal-clear aquamarines, and tied a rope to the other end of the clip. Then he made a trap for sparrows at the edge of the woods, and put the tie clip on the In the trap, the other end of the rope was held in his hand, and the rope was dragged far away, and he squatted behind a rock.

Several animals found their own places to lie down and wait for the rabbit.

"Would this work?"

Heimdall was startled, turned around and saw Carlo squatting behind him and staring at him with wide-eyed, small eyes.

"Where did you come from?"

"I've been following you, didn't you notice?" Carlo questioned his anti-tracking ability in turn.

Guess Toffee and the others noticed it, and his mind was full of that ring.For animals, once it is determined that it will not be detrimental to them, they will not deliberately expel them.

Carlo, who had been paying attention to the movement over there, suddenly stared, "Here we come!"

So fast? !Heimdall turned his head in surprise, and as expected, a black figure approached the trap at an extremely fast speed.

"So it looks like this." Carlo stared intently. Heimdall's description was too abstract and boring.

In a blink of an eye, I saw Heimdall watching intently, but his hands didn't move. Seeing that the tie clip was going to be taken away, he still didn't move. Animals that didn't receive his attack signal couldn't stand up anymore, Toffee The first one rushed out, followed by Little Bread and Eight Eyes, only the king remained unchanged.

It's a pity that the animal didn't get under the cover completely. When they were rushed by the vicious toffee, they decisively withdrew their claws enough for the clip, turned around and ran away. I have to say that this animal seems to be experienced and very cautious in its actions.

"Why don't you do it?" Carlo was puzzled.

"...It's not it." Heimdall shook his head with a meaningful expression on his face.

"What do you mean? What is it not?"

"It wasn't the little robber who robbed my ring just now, they are different."

Carlo was speechless, "Can you tell the difference between these animals that look the same?"

"There is a gap in the little robber's left ear, and the fluff on the tip of the ear is in the shape of a bird's feather when it is erected. The one just now is relatively flat."

Toffee and the others ran into the woods in pursuit of the cottage, looking at the empty forest entrance, Heimdall and Carlo looked at each other, both sighed, and prepared to go home and discuss long-term plans.Heimdall raised his eyes and saw a dark figure approaching stealthily. Not far away, the king behind the rock had already assumed a killing posture without making a sound, and the pupils of both eyes shrank like snakes. Chilling.

Heimdall thought to himself that this little bandit has a heart, and he actually knows how to use his voice to attack others? !

The black shadow stretched out his paws and tried hard to pull out the tie clip, but he couldn't reach it. He couldn't help but squeeze his whole body inside, and the hood fell down with a snap. At the same time, the king cooperated and rushed out and jumped on the hood.

Heimdall leaned out from behind the boulder and gave it a thumbs up.

Carlo clenched his fists and clapped silently, mouthing howling and roaring.

The wand protruded from the gap under the cover, and after a while, the little robber was hooked out by the magic. Although it struggled desperately, it couldn't get rid of the shackles of the magic.

Heimdall's eyes lit up, and the little robber hung his ring on a string around his neck, which saved the time of torture.

Heimdall went to untie the ring. The little robber showed his teeth and claws, and let out a sharp and short cry.

"This is mine!" Heimdall tore off the string with an unquestionable expression, and put the ring back on his ring finger.

The little robber looked at him eagerly and fell silent.

Carlo thought the matter was over, so he picked up a pen and started to write a summary. Unexpectedly, Director Strulusson did not intend to stop there.

"Where's my towel?"

Carlo looked at him speechlessly.

"Where did you hide my towel?" Heimdall picked up the little robber, not afraid of it attacking him.

"Rig."

"Don't stop me!" He continued to question fiercely. "Where's my towel? It's a famous brand, three Galleons each. Although I bought it during a big discount, the original product is still three Galleons."

Carlo couldn't laugh or cry, "How can it tell you when you hold it? Can you understand what it says?"

"If I let go, it will run away?"

Carlo reminded him, "Why don't you ask other students about things?"

"Don't worry, come one by one, I haven't found my things yet." Heimdall put on a posture that I want to deal with the enemy to the end. "You didn't learn well at such a young age, and you actually ran out to steal things!" Pickpockets are the most annoying!

The little robber looked like he was about to cry.

Carlo's eyeballs were almost protruding. He had never seen an animal with such a human expression.

"Why are you crying! Do you know how to cry now? Why didn't you hesitate when you snatched my ring? You still spit at me!" Chief Strulusong really didn't have a big heart.

"Let go of it." Carlo felt a little pitiful for it.

Heimdall stared at the little robber. The little robber's big eyes were watery, and his mouth was screaming. Heimdall's fingers were pulled by his little paws. He really looked pitiful.

Heimdall hesitated for a moment, let go of his hand under Carlo's gaze, and dispelled the magic.Who knew that the little robber turned his head and snatched the tie clip, slipped out of his hand like a loach, yelled at them after landing, grinned like a face of mockery, and flaunted the golden tie clip in his hand , ran away without looking back.

Carlo gaped.

Heimdall was only surprised at the beginning, then looked at Carlo's gloomy face in a blink of an eye, and patted him on the shoulder.

"See? Compassion is a thing that must be put to good use, not just squandered. Animals are no more stupid than humans. You think it's a comedy, but you're always the one who thinks it's a tragedy."

"I'm sorry..." Carlo blushed, and the tie clip seemed to be quite valuable.

"It's okay, the clip is made of alloy, and the gemstone on it is glass."

"...Fake?" Carlo was dumbfounded again.

"Well, you can't tell the difference, right?" Heimdall couldn't help beaming when he said this. "These thieves can't tell which is valuable and which is not. As long as it is shiny, I like it. I asked about the things that my classmates lost. Most of them are not worth much. They just look good. If they are really valuable It’s already turned upside down. We are all students, so we don’t have so many good things, even if we have them, we won’t carry them around all day to show off. I took a gold-plated one to try today, but I didn’t expect them to have bad eyesight.”

Carlo gave him a thumbs up, and he was indeed the stingy and outrageous Chief Sturluson.

The students still throw things away from time to time, but as Heimdall said, most of the things they throw away are just superficial "horse dung eggs", and their real value is far less than their appearance.The student union registration is still going on in an orderly manner. Almost every three or four days, students report the loss. The student union has organized people to search the pine forest more than once, but of course nothing has been found.

Later, the professors also joined in. I heard that there seemed to be black shadows flickering from a long distance, but they disappeared long after they chased them.There are many aborigines living in the woods around the school, and there are many groups of animals that are more dangerous. As a latecomer, Durmstrang has always adhered to the principle of peaceful coexistence and never provoked them.Considering that the students' economic loss is not large, the scope of the theft has always remained between the west tower and the north tower, and has not expanded outwards. The school decided not to deliberately alarm the aborigines in the woods.

However, they still often urge the student union to organize manpower to search for them, and even began to consider simply establishing a regular school patrol team, with students from grade five and above taking turns.

Karkaroff appealed to the students to be as simple as possible when they go out, and don’t make themselves look like Christmas trees if they have nothing to do. Those students who have always been very simple have no loss at all - they are suppressed by the principal’s dogma that has been passed down for more than 1000 years Karkaroff, who didn't dare to act rashly, could only find a solution from the students.

That weekend, the king was picked up by the trainers of the International Police Force. When parting, Heimdall firmly believed that he was reluctant to part with him. These days are enough to prove how seamless their cooperation is and how promising their cooperation is. lofty.

The king impatiently kicked him with his hind legs, which the shameless Mr. Sturluson took as a show of shyness.The trainer hastily lifted the king away before he collapsed.

At the same time when Karkaroff took the lead in advocating the simple beauty movement, and Director Strulusson was immersed in the emotion of being reluctant to part with the behemoth, the current situation far away from the Durmstrang Mountains had a new change.The former Estonian Wizengamot Supreme Justice Andrew Ansip failed to escape the enemy's siege and interception, and began to be formally investigated. The Estonian Ministry of Magic set up a special investigation team for this matter.

The Estonian Minister of Magic, who once patted his chest in front of the media as a guarantee for Ansip and insisted that the matter was framed by others, suddenly changed his tone one day, and he is no longer as "frank" as before. It is worth mentioning that the leader of the special investigation team It is this Mr. Minister, it is said that the establishment of the group was initiated by him.

No matter how unpredictable the current situation outside is, it is as far away as Mars to Durmstrang among the mountains and mountains. It seems that eight poles can't hit him, except for Director Strulusson.

On this day, as Judge Hollingworth guessed, the Martians came to the door.