HP's Foreign Land

Karkaroff pushed the red-faced wizard away, and rushed towards him with a pale face, until his fingers were under the nose of the man on the bed... Karkaroff slumped on the ground, muttering "It's over, it's over" ..."

Professor Katenen was relatively calm, at least his legs were weak for a while. He felt for Heimdall's pulse, and then confirmed that it was as gone as his breathing.

"Dead...die..." Karkaroff couldn't finish his sentence, and he hugged Katenin's thigh as if he was holding the last floating board in his life.

"How is it possible?! It's ridiculous!" Katenin ignored Karkarov's gesture of hugging his thigh.

"You just said Veritaserum?" Katenen looked at the red-faced wizard.

The latter nodded with an ugly face.

"Veritaserum can eat people... have you eaten it?" Katenen couldn't apply that statement to the person on the bed for a while, and he was still alive and kicking in the morning.

The school doctor, Mr. Follett, was also full of disbelief. He carefully checked Heimdall's whole body, and found no other problems except that he stopped breathing. It can be said that apart from not breathing, the child is in shockingly healthy health. .

"What... what should I do? Professor?" Karkaroff asked bewilderedly.

"Mr. Follett, think of a way again, and I will notify the parents of the students." Katenen said.

"Parents?!" Karkaroff screamed.

Katenen really wanted to kick this guy away, "What's your opinion, Mr. Principal?"

Karkaroff looked like he was about to cry. Katenin wondered, wasn't this guy a Death Eater?Why is it so useless?

If there were other students lying on the bed today, at least Karkaroff would not have slumped to the ground, but when he thought of the child's parents, Karkaroff wanted to let it go without breathing.

"Professor?" A few students touched the second floor of the school hospital, poking their heads outside the screens.

It's Carlo and the others.

When they saw Karkaroff sitting on the ground with a mournful face, his arms wrapped around Katenin's thigh, the ugly faces of the adults made the children stare in surprise.

"What's wrong?" The weird atmosphere made Carlo eager to figure out what was going on.

"No, it's nothing..." Karkaroff's mind turned again the moment he saw other students, and he planned to make a big deal into a small one as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Mr. Strulusson is not breathing." Katenen had no attempt to cover it up.

Carlo and the others were stunned, and Rian smiled dryly, "What are you kidding!"

The portrait hanging on the wall of the school hospital could not help but hold his breath, and the first school doctor of Durmstrang College ran to the portrait closest to the hospital bed to look around.

Katenin moved away from the bed so that they could see the face of the person on the bed.Carlo and the others opened their mouths wide, and saw Mr. Follett waving his wand around Heimdall with a flustered expression. One spell after another fell on him, and he remained motionless from beginning to end.

Carlo's face changed drastically, and he was the first to rush over. He looked at Heimdall from the beginning to the end several times, and kept muttering, "How is it possible, how is it possible, how is it possible..."

Ryan and Leon followed closely behind. They wanted to shake Heimdall's hand, but they didn't dare to disturb Mr. Follett, so they had to stand aside anxiously, watching the reaction of the person on the bed intently. To everyone's disappointment, Mr. Follett tried everything to no avail.

Katenin finally kicked Karkaroff away and strode out.

Katenen stood on the cobblestone path outside the school hospital, and took out his pocket watch to check the time from time to time. When he took out his pocket watch for the sixth time, Rommel appeared at the other end of the path. Jumping up, Katenin had never seen him flustered like this.

When he came up to him, Katenen looked at his face and found that his expression was a little stunned. It seemed that the news had a great impact on him, and his doubts were even greater.Just like all the wizards who couldn't believe it, they didn't see it with their own eyes, and they were still lucky.

They didn't bring up the topic through the usual way of greeting, and the two didn't have that kind of thought. After seeing him, Rommel just nodded briefly.

Katenin took him into the school hospital. When he saw the motionless person on the bed, Rommel stared and remained silent for a long time, so long that Karkaroff couldn't help his teeth chattering. The expression on his face made him want to immediately Hide yourself.

Finally, Rommel took a deep breath and began to inquire about the situation with Mr. Follett and exchange ideas.

"To be honest, I think it's too early to draw conclusions. Apart from not breathing, he is not much different from a normal sleeping person." Mr. Follett hesitated.

Rommel couldn't bring himself to smile, "I hope you didn't do it to comfort me."

Follett ignored his words, but said: "I don't want to make myself look petty anymore, I suggest you transfer Mr. Sturlusson to a regular big hospital for a systematic examination."

[The school hospital in Durmstrang is very well-equipped, except for a few men and women wearing bulging gowns, and patients who like to make loud noises and come and go, it is no different from a regular large hospital. 】Everyone looked towards the wall, and the first school doctor was staring at them with displeasure.

[Also, I suggest that you don’t move him in a hurry, his situation is a bit like...] Mr. Follett interrupted him suddenly, "Thank you, Mr. Verne." He took Rommel behind another screen, blocking He met the eyes of the first school doctor. The school doctor thought that he had not received the respect he deserved, and roared with displeasure.

"Please don't mind, Mr. Verne always likes to emphasize 'this situation is a bit like' to highlight the sense of existence, don't put your hopes on his words," Follett sighed. "However, the first half of Mr. Verne's words are still very reasonable. It is better not to move Mr. Sturluson without authorization. If you can, you can bring the doctor. I believe that Mr. Principal will not make things difficult for you."

Rommel nodded, this was exactly what he planned, regardless of whether Karkaroff would agree, or in other words, this was not within his consideration at all.

Rommel quickly turned out of the screen, came to the hospital bed, stared at it for a long time, sadness flashed in his eyes, and then he turned and left.

"How is this going?!"

Katenen didn't bother to count the number of times this sentence appeared in the school hospital. The adults present turned their heads numbly. Snow Sturlusson walked quickly in panic. Running.His older brother walked behind him, followed by six wizards in their uniform robes who were recognizably doctors.

[Men and women in bulging gowns...] The muttering of the first school doctor sounded.

In normal times, unlike today, Katenen would joke in all likelihood: Did you bring the whole hospital?

When the group of men and women came to the hospital bed, they put down the medicine box in their hands at the same time, gathered around, and started their respective examinations.It was only after Katenen and the others saw that these people did not seem to come from a medical institution. Although their green robes had similar background colors—this is the global uniform color set by the International Federation of Wizards—but the emblem embroidery on the robes was quite different. .

Snow longed to touch his nephew with his own hands, but it was a pity that there was no room for him beside the hospital bed. Snow used magic to remove the small cabinet next to the bed, squeezed into the narrow space left by the wall, and climbed on the edge of the bed, feeling sad. stroking Heimdall's cheek and forehead.

It took Rommel a lot of effort to look away from Heimdall.

"I can assure you that these doctors are very good." Rommel used his authority to gather the six most famous doctors in Northern Europe in the shortest possible time. Of course, the help of the elders and clansmen was inseparable.

Mr. Follett followed the doctor swiftly, and he didn't mind helping these experts who were obviously younger than him at all.

"Do you want to inform Krum?" Katenin asked.

Rommel didn't say anything for a while, and just when Katenen thought he didn't listen to his own words, Rommel suddenly asked, "Where is Krum now?"

Katenen shook his head, but finding Victor's whereabouts quickly was not a problem for Katenen.

"In the Czech Republic." The answer came from Rian. No matter what Katenen said, the three teenagers refused to leave. They stayed quietly and didn't want to do anything even if they went back.

Rommel turned to look at Rian, and Rian immediately said: "Quidditch European Cup League, there is a Vulcan game today." Among the four of them, Rian is the one who cares about Victor the most besides Heimdall. race people.

"What time is the game?" Rommel asked.

Ryan looked at the watch on his wrist, "It shouldn't be over yet, it's only been over an hour."

"Professor," Rommel looked at Katenen. "Please find someone... and talk to him after the game is over."

"I'll go!" Someone suddenly rushed.

Everyone followed the prestige, and Katenin said in surprise, "Mr. Zug?"

Chu Ge felt timid at first when they looked at him, but he was stabbed twice in the back by his friend Woolen Hat and Little Fatty, and his waist straightened back immediately.

"I want to go, no, I want to go, please let me go!" cried Zug.

"...that's fine." Katenen said to Rommel. "Krum knows Zug, so that saves a lot of nonsense."

Rommel nodded and turned to Zug, "Then I will trouble you, Mr. Zug."

With a sullen face, Chu Ge nodded cautiously.

When walking towards the stairs, he suddenly turned around and shouted, "Director, I'll ask Mr. Shi to see you. My father always likes to pretend to be sick. My mother will be fine as soon as she comes. So don't be afraid, Mr. Shi will come as soon as possible." It will be fine!"

If it wasn't for the wrong situation, his words would definitely make everyone present laugh.

Katenen still sent someone to leave the school with Chug. Under the leadership of that person, Chug quickly arrived at the scene of the Quidditch match.The noisy venues and happy crowd here not only failed to dispel some heaviness, but made him even more upset.Zug found himself at odds with the atmosphere here.

Zug couldn't figure out what the leader had done, and actually had no time to figure it out. They arrived at the Vulcan team's lounge unimpeded all the way, and they were greeted by a middle-aged man with a serious face.

This man Zug knew, had seen in the Quidditch publications, the head coach of the Vulcan team.

The leader talked with the head coach for a while, hesitation appeared on the serious face of the head coach, and after a while, he finally nodded, seemingly agreeing to something.

The guide took Zug to an empty room. The condition of the Vulcan team's lounge was very good. The sofas, carpets, and furnishings were all high-end goods, and Zug turned a blind eye to them.He sat down on an armchair far from the fireplace, and occasionally took out his pocket watch to check the time, but for the game of Quidditch, time was not an issue.

The guide stood by the gate, as silent as Zug.

Zug was restless and often jumped up, but sat back as if discouraged after taking two steps.He was always on the lookout for movement at the door, and every time he heard footsteps, it disappointed him every time.

Finally, when Zug thought the waiting would never end, the door was opened, and Victor Krum walked in sweating profusely, still wearing his racing uniform. Chu Ge, who was crying quickly, was even more puzzled.

"why you?"

What happened at Durmstrang was more than Victor could have dreamed of.

Chu Ge rushed over as if seeing a savior. He didn't know whether he was too excited or was too deeply suppressed by himself, so he couldn't help crying.

"Mr. Shi!" Zug said weeping. "Director, Chief...everyone says the chief is not breathing..."

Victor was still in the mood to make fun of it, but now he is stunned.

"What did you say?"

"The chief is not breathing..." Chu Ge tried to speak clearly.

Victor stared at him with a stiff face, and Chug was terrified by the stare.

"Mr. Shi?"

Victor leaves him, turns and rushes out of the room.

When Victor rushed into the school hospital, the experts who had consulted together for 4 hours and 36 minutes finally evacuated from the bedside, ready to explain the situation to the parents.

He ran in regardless, ignoring everyone's exclamations, greetings, and the small-scale accidents caused by him.

Victor ran to the hospital bed and saw the person on the bed who seemed to be sleeping peacefully and felt dizzy for a while. He didn't know what to do to look up and down, and finally he was so panicked that he didn't dare to touch it with his hands.After being so restless for a while, Victor finally regained his composure, squatted down beside the bed, and gently held the hand of the person on the bed. The touched things dissipated a little.

He put Heimdall's hand to his mouth and kissed repeatedly, as if he wanted to feel the presence of the other party through this.

Snow, who had been by the bed all the time, couldn't help sighing in his heart when he saw his undisguised true feelings. Such emotions were beyond doubt.

The chaos brought about by Victor was quickly subsided, and Rommel and others looked at the six experts with hope.

The experts first looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces were far from relaxed.

"First," one expert spoke cautiously on behalf of the others. "We can be sure that Mr. Strulusson is not dead."

Unexpectedly, this commonplace conclusion aroused dissatisfaction among many people. Experts later figured out that the word "death" affected them.So some can't laugh or cry.

"Except for breathing, his body functions are normal." The expert decided to make a long story short and quickly shifted his focus.

The conclusion of "no death" made everyone greatly relieved, but what does it mean that everything in the body is normal except for breathing?Mr. Follett said the same thing just now, and the two conclusions are the same, so what is the use of this expert?

[Look at it, look at it, the working ability is similar to that of our school doctor! 】The first school doctor came out again to find a sense of presence. He had been standing there during the consultation with the experts just now, and would point fingers from time to time to add to the confusion.

Rommel showed his dissatisfaction on his face, and the experts trembled for a while.

Victor suddenly said: "Is it understandable that he is just like a normal person except that he is not breathing?"

"To be precise, it is the same as a normal person who is asleep." The expert corrected.

"What the hell is going on? Why did he suddenly become like this?" Victor looked at Rommel.

"It is said that it is because of Veritaserum." Katenen answered this question instead of Rommel.

"Why is it related to Veritaserum again?" Victor frowned.

"I can explain this point." The red-faced wizard who hadn't left all this time stood up.

Rommel's eyes swept over him quickly. He had been worrying about his son just now and had no time to pay attention to other things. At this time, his father's radar restarted.

"A member of the special investigation team of the Estonian Ministry of Magic?" Rommel's eyes were burning.

"That's my job." The red-faced wizard said calmly.

"Who are you from?" Rommel asked.

The red-faced wizard was taken aback, then forced a wry smile.

"Is it that obvious?"

"The International Wizengamo?"

The red-faced wizard did not speak.

Heimdall stood in the dark for a long time, and the thick ink-like environment made him not know where to go.Gradually, his brain began to work better. He hadn't thought about the problem before, but just looked at these chaotic blacks without doing anything.

He guessed that he might be dreaming, but he hadn't seen the central idea of ​​the dream, or was it that the dream was just a dream, and he could do whatever he wanted, without any magical theme? !

He tried to walk forward, the road under his feet seemed flat, and a boy appeared in front of him as he walked.He appeared suddenly, like Apparition, but without making a sound.

It was him, no, to be precise, it was six-year-old Heimdall Strulusson, and obviously, it wasn't him.

The boy watched him silently, and Heimdall also watched him, until the other said, "You stole my body."

"No, I didn't," Heimdall shook his head firmly after the initial flinch and hesitation passed. "In fact, you don't care about your body and life at all, otherwise you wouldn't be secretly making potions at home and blowing yourself up without anyone looking after you."

Heimdall said one word at a time: "You have disappeared."

The boy suddenly pulled his legs up and bumped into him head-on. When Heimdall retreated suddenly, the boy passed through him, and disappeared behind him like a ghost.

Heimdall touched his body blankly, making sure that he was dreaming.

How could you dream of him?Heimdall was baffled, I never thought about him.

[That's because you actually agree with that point of view, you stole his body. ]

Heimdall exclaimed in surprise, "Pods?"

The black cat stands in the black color, it is strange that it is not swallowed by the surrounding color, its outline is very clear.

"His death has nothing to do with you," said the black cat. [In other words, his death is inevitable. In order to allow Joelph to use an opportunity to return to the Sturlusson family cleverly in the next life, Yolf loves Sturlusson, but complains about Sturlusson. , your identity says it all. ]

"...A staunch fatalist, if this is the case, the original Heimdall is so innocent." Heimdall smiled helplessly. "I don't know what Yolf thinks, I'm not Yolf."

[Presumably this is what Yolf wants to see, don't remember the past, grasp the present, and look forward to the future. ]

There will never be an accurate answer to this question, Heimdall shook his head, "What is this place?"

[It's not time to ask this yet. ]

Immediately after the picture changed, Heimdall was amazed to find that everything had become smaller, and he seemed to be flying high in the sky.

"This is... Durmstrang?" Heimdall looked at the building on the ground and shouted in surprise.

[You've been in Durmstrang. ]

"Why can't I remember what happened before the dream?"

[No need to think about that now. ]

"Where are we going?" The scene below is constantly changing, and they seem to be flying in a certain direction.

After that, Heimdall saw the pine forest near the North Tower, and the Pine Lake became a small puddle, and the long benches by the lake were too small to see clearly.

They passed over the great pine forest, heading north, and north, and north.

"Toffee?! Little Eight?! And Bread?! What kind of animal are they chasing?" He watched in astonishment as his animal companions were killing in the pine forest. Under the threat of Claw, he panicked and did not choose his way, and the school got farther and farther away from them.

[Toffee and the others were out of school last year. ]

Leaving there, they continued heading north... A stone wall suddenly blocked the front. The stone wall was at the foot of a mountain, and he was standing in front of the stone wall at this moment.The surrounding scenery was blurred, and he tried his best to see clearly, but he still couldn't get rid of the fog that made the scenery blurred.Heimdall looked around blankly, wondering why he came here suddenly.

Where did the pods go?

Here... where is it?

[I think this situation is very similar to what I have seen before...] The noise of the first school doctor cut through the dullness in the school hospital, but unfortunately everyone turned a deaf ear to it.

【correct!Backlash resistance! 】

"What backlash resistance?" The six experts became excited all of a sudden, and rushed to the portrait to ask questions.

The presence of the first school doctor increased greatly, and he said with joy, "You don't even know how to resist backlash?" He looked arrogant like a villain.

"...Is the backlash in the backlash resistance you mentioned the potion immune to backlash?"

[Well, it seems so. 】The first school doctor gave a vague answer.

The six experts didn't care at all, and asked again, "Can you talk about backlash resistance in detail?"

[To put it simply, a certain wizard is naturally resistant to a certain potion, but this resistance will be backlashed by part of the remaining potion after the potion has passed, and the wizard's body will spontaneously resist the backlash of the potion through some instincts the harm caused. ] "Is there really a wizard in this world who can do this?" The opinions of the six experts are not in agreement. Such a physique only exists in ancient legends. In the eyes of modern wizards, it is very dramatic and unreliable.

[That's because the current generation of wizards is not as good as the previous generation. According to Muggles, you are all degenerate!This kind of physique was not uncommon in my time. Some wizards were as if they were fine after being poisoned by snakes. 】This person actually knows the Muggle saying.

Mr. Follett, who always listened to his nonsense, couldn't help muttering, "Yes, everyone in your era was Merlin."

"If this is the case, it means that Mr. Sturlusson is sleeping to resist the backlash of Veritaserum?" An expert looked at the person on the hospital bed hesitantly.

But if you look closely, your face seems to be more ruddy than all of them, and it really doesn't look like someone who wants to run out of oil.

【yes. ] The first term began to draw irresponsible conclusions again.

"Wait," one expert questioned. "Mr. Sturluson is resistant to Veritaserum?"

Everyone looked at the red-faced wizard, who thought for a while and nodded.

"I think it should be right. Mr. Sturluson seems to be able to manipulate the answer. He can always avoid the key points."

"As far as I know, there are courses like this in the police force," Rommel said. "That is to say, the answer can be manipulated through training, and even further, it can even control the direction of the problem."

The wizards looked again at the first doctor.

This person immediately shouted in a serious manner, 【Backlash resistance!Backlash resistance! 】

"Well," Victor said. "How long will he resist?" The master didn't care about the reason, he only wanted the result.

[He himself felt that he was about to wake up. 】The first school doctor was so irresponsible.

"Breathing? Why not breathing?"

[A state of suspended animation! 】

"Why is there such a state?"

I couldn't answer the first question, so I dived.

[He'll be fine. ]

Victor turned to see Pod standing on the edge of the pillow, watching the person on the bed.

[At least not this time. ]

【Why are you so sure? ] Victor asked in his heart.

Pod made no further sound.