HP's Foreign Land

On Sunday, Heimdall woke up before six o'clock. He tossed and turned on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep, so he got up quietly and tiptoed downstairs.He thought that Victor, who was still sleepwalking in Java Island, was looking sideways at him as he moved slowly like a thief, with his hands resting behind his head, and he couldn't help laughing.

At the thought of going out for a walk today, Director Sturlusson is like a primary school student on a spring outing, full of energy early in the morning.

At around 07:30, they left the Durmstrang mountains.

When I arrived in Bruges, I found a coffee shop in the alley near the magic institution, ate something, and then wandered with my boyfriend to the alley where the magic institution was located.After walking a few steps, they saw a group of people in the distance. When they got closer, they found that it was quite lively, with endless laughter and laughter. When they got closer, Heimdall found that group of people standing near the gate leading to the magic institution.

tour group?Looking at the group of men, women and children with the same fisherman hats on their heads, and the leader who looks like a tour guide walking back and forth among the crowd holding bright small flags, Heimdall was puzzled.Cautiously watching from a distance, after waiting for a while, he didn't see the group of people moving, so he couldn't help feeling a little anxious, how could he get in when this group of people was stuck here?

Two middle-aged uncles in wizard robes passed by where they were standing, and passed by them. They didn't stop when they saw the group of tour groups. The tour guide of the tour group shouted loudly.

"Everyone, give way, yes, move closer to this side, don't block the door."

The people in the tour group were very cooperative, and an open space was immediately cleared near the gate.

How is this going?

"Looks like we're being overly careful," Victor laughed. "Those people are wizards, not Muggles."

In fact, this is true. The streets and alleys occupied by magical institutions are rarely approached by Muggles. Even if they stumble in by mistake, most of them will not stay. The Muggles who come to travel basically ignore them, and the local residents basically ignore them.Such an organized tour group that can stand in this alley unscrupulously and laughing, except for the wizard himself, there will be no other possibility.

Heimdall gaped.

Magic institutions have always given people the impression of being mysterious and condescending. Ordinary wizards have little interest in professional research institutions. Magic research institutions sound particularly old-fashioned and far away, and medieval wizards will come to their minds. The clumsy appearance of the gown, the public's concept is relatively vague, and some wizards don't even know that there is such a research institution.

In the past few years, some organizations took the lead in making changes. Under the slogan of advancing with the times, they changed their models to become more transparent, that is, let ordinary wizards understand what they were doing, and invited wizards in to let them experience it for themselves. Unexpectedly, wizards They are quite happy with this, and their enthusiasm for participation is unprecedentedly high. Over time, it has become a local tourism activity, which has driven the wizarding economy and increased the income of the organization itself.Not only has he promoted himself and gained fame, but he has also gained material gains.

This made other research institutes jealous. Those institutes with no deep background, no high airs, and relatively simple research projects rushed to follow suit and became the second batch of pioneers to remove the old and introduce the new.Although it is a bit self-deprecating, after all, I have tasted the sweetness of being close to the people, which has inspired the enthusiasm of wizards to participate, and the research project is not afraid of successors, so why not do it?

In today's society, can face be used as money?

The magic institution was honed in such an atmosphere and gradually let go of its airs, and began to try to change bit by bit. One of them was organizing wizard tour groups to visit the headquarters.

Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief and walked towards the gate. Soon, he realized that this was a wrong decision.He should have walked there alone, not with his boyfriend.

Quidditch is much more famous than the magic organization of Shenma. The wizards of the tourist group got rid of the initial surprise and hesitation and screamed and rushed forward. Heimdall was pushed into the gate by the crowd, but the master "sacrificed" in the Surrounded by the frenzy of wizards.

"Victor?!" Heimdall stood on tiptoe and looked behind the people.

"It's okay... you go in first..." This was not the first time, Victor was quite calm.

Heimdall looked at the time, hesitated for a moment, and decided to enter the institution for a quick fix.

"That's Klum's boyfriend!" Someone in the crowd screamed, the camera flashed one after another, and many people were about to move.

Do it yourself, I'll go!Chief Sturlusson fled with his head in his arms.

The other side of the door was also uneven. Fortunately, Heimdall took the special passage and went directly into the elevator.This elevator is much more beautiful in appearance, the frame is basically unchanged, and the walls are still hollowed out. He can still see the situation inside through the wall directly opposite the door.

The janitor and the troll that startled him at the beginning were surrounded by a small group of tourists, and some dared approached the troll and asked for a group photo. Maybe comrades of the troll thought the chattering of these wizards was particularly annoying, so they grinned and stomped their feet. Roaring, those seemingly daring screams scattered... Before Heimdall could see enough, the elevator arrived.

The reception hall is much more lively than before. The owls are rampaging with the paper airplanes. The phone with wings is more leisurely. It hangs upside down on the wall doing nothing. It seems that the latest communication system introduced by the magic organization to reduce the burden on the reception department. Unfortunately, the wizarding world can accept it. After all, telephones are a minority, and it is difficult to promote them. Most wizards are more willing to believe in the Floo Network and owls they are familiar with.

Heimdall took the letter and came to the reception desk in the center of the hall, just like a bank doing business, waiting to get the number.There were still quite a few wizards in line in front of him, but the tediousness at the beginning was quickly gone forever.

Heimdall stood in the line for a while, and a few more came up behind him. He found that, like him, he was also a family member. After asking, he found out that the magic organization now allows family members to watch. It seems that the magic organization is Determined to take the people-friendly route.

Looking back and forth, Heimdall couldn't help being in a good mood. It seemed that he was the youngest, until he saw Solger, who appeared impatiently not far behind... Heimdall wondered why he didn't think of him last night, he was just like a monster Just popped out by itself? !

Heimdall received the number plate, checked the house numbers of each room, and sat down on the chair in front of No. 6 door, thinking that the number was good.

Then, he saw Soljaer running over with a frown, and sat down in front of No. 7 door on the other side.

There were people serving behind him last time, why did he come by himself now?

Heimdall didn't know that the reform of the magic organization was quite thorough this time. Originally, they claimed to use wizards' personal ability as the criterion for selection, but they still inevitably succumbed to the power. In the final analysis, the magic organization is a non-governmental organization.The biggest change in this reform is that the magic organization decided to be completely attached to the Wizarding Union. It was originally just a name, and the organization had complete decision-making capabilities. It must be approved by the Wizarding Union before it can be implemented.

There is less freedom, but more guarantees of operation. No matter what organization needs talents and funds, it is better to be attached to the International Federation of Wizards than to be attached to the Ministry of Magic of a certain country and become the private plaything of some powerful people.

Soljere was already impatient in queuing. He had the syndrome of extravagance and frugality. In the past, he was not required to do this by himself. Solger no longer remembered what it was like to run errands.Even if the reincarnated brother was still the poor boy who hadn't been "discovered", he couldn't catch up with Mr. Stulusson's awareness of queuing. Is there any country in the world who understands the ecstasy of queuing better than the people of the Celestial Dynasty.

Bored, Solger began to look around. He saw Heimdall in front of No. 6 gate and made eye contact with him.All of a sudden, their eyes met, Heimdall looked straight at him without dodging or hiding, and nodded with a smile, Solger turned his head with a stingy grunt, with a look of "I'm very disdainful".

After a while, Soljer squinted quietly, and Heimdall was still looking at him intently. Solger frowned, looked back, and squinted again a few seconds later, Heimdall still looked good. Staring at him with a tempered look, Soljeer couldn't sit still, and his heart began to grow hairy.

what happened?I have such a good friendship with him?Recalling the indifferent relationship between the two before, Soljaer was puzzled.

Heimdall entered the room one step ahead of him. In the blink of an eye, it was Soljaer's turn. He looked puzzledly at the closed room No. 6, and entered the No. 7 door with a trace of confusion.

When he came out of Door No. 7 and followed the instructions of the staff who went through the activation procedures, he entered the evaluation center of the magic institution through another passage. He saw a temporary checkpoint at the entrance of the evaluation center—a small desk, and a row Wizards at the checkpoint.

Another queue!

Solger walked forward with a numb face, and just stood still, when the person in front of the row turned his head, Solger's little face twitched, and it was Heimdall Strulusson.

Facing Heimdall's piercing eyes, Solger screamed in his heart.

The team moved forward, but Heimdall was still looking at him. Solger had been holding back and not talking to the other party just to put on airs. Now he couldn't help it anymore, especially wanting to know why the other party kept staring at him.It was as if a little hand was scratching in his heart, making him shudder, and his face gradually became stiff.

Curiosity finally defeated reserve. After countless times of mental construction, he took a deep breath and decided to ask. Heimdall turned his head and walked towards the desk in a dizzy manner. Unknowingly, all the wizards in front of him unexpectedly gone.Seeing the head of the office, Stulusong, who was walking away quickly, the reincarnated brother who was still pretending to be condescending was forced.

What's going on! ! !

Solger came to the designated Magic Activation Room No. 6 dejectedly. He raised his eyes and saw Heimdall standing aside. He didn't pay attention to the surrounding situation, and strode towards Heimdall with a livid face.

Heimdall asked in surprise, "What's the matter?"

Solger gritted his teeth and said, "This should be my line!"

After waiting for a long time, there was no answer from the other party.

Solger hesitated: "Why don't you speak?"

"Wait until you ask me."

Solger clenched his fists and tried to calm down before speaking again.

"Why do you keep staring at me?"

Heimdall shot in shame, "You don't look at me, how do you know I'm staring at you?"

"Who wants to see you!" Soljar was irritable.

Heimdall shrugged.

Solger said angrily: "Tell me, why are you looking at me!"

"You look good."

"I do not believe!"

"Don't underestimate yourself, just because you and Yolf look like seven or eight people, you won't be ugly no matter what."

The angry Solger didn't hear what Heimdall meant.

"I mean I can't believe you're staring at me because you think you look good!"

Heimdall said with a serious face: "Actually, I'm forcing myself to adapt."

adapt?Solger was confused.

"Be clear," he ordered.

Heimdall glanced at him, and told him calmly, "It's like drinking milk to have diarrhea. The most brutal and direct way is to force yourself to drink a little milk every day to let the stomach get used to it. I just get used to it. .”

Soljer was too slow for a while, the staff over there called Heimdall's name, Heimdall raised his hand, and walked away, leaving Soljer in a daze.

The reincarnated brother who had woken up didn't have time to jump into a rage. He noticed that the scene was a bit noisy, and glanced around, shocked, why are there so many people?

The wizards who dragged their families to activate their personal files had to show their hands in the evaluation area after going through the previous procedure of activating data, that is, the activation of magic evaluation.The wizards who reported today are all at the same level, at least in terms of evaluation rankings.As I said earlier, today's activation allows onlookers.

However, with the passage of time, as the testers left one by one, the test hall, which was as prosperous as the playground, began to change. The wizards all quieted down, and the atmosphere became more and more solemn.Because everyone finally realized that this magic activation is actually a retest, and if any magic fails to meet the standard, that magic will face the dilemma of starting all over again.

The staff waited until the scene was completely quiet before opening their mouths. At this time, half of the wizards had already completed the activation.

"Suppose your magic activation fails today, please don't worry too much, the organization will put your information at the forefront of the application, so that you will not lose at the starting line and drag the newcomers back."

The wizards who haven't started the magic activation generally look unhappy when they hear this. What do you mean by "holding back the newcomers"? !

Heimdall's mind is completely focused on the magic operation at this moment. He saw the simple circle drawn with chalk on the ground again. When he stepped into the circle, it was like a TV screen whose sound was muted. He could He heard his own breathing, and the voices of the four testers who surrounded the chalk circle to monitor the magic activation.

After knowing that this was just an activation, Heimdall completely relaxed, as long as he maintained the status quo, he didn't need to rack his brains to make a breakthrough.According to the order of previous demonstrations, Director Strulusson showed the magic he declared one by one. The speed of connection between magic and magic is amazing.Perhaps, his gestures are not graceful, his posture is not elegant enough, and he is not as easy-handling and light-lifting as a mature great magician, but, the testers thought, for his age group, he is already quite remarkable.

Solger curled his lips, and didn't take Heimdall's achievements in magic to heart. They were just some of the most basic magic, not worth mentioning, until he witnessed the magic that Heimdall summoned. body ghost.

The wizards who had not yet had their turn to activate opened their eyes wide, and most of them showed no emotion on their faces. To put it bluntly, everyone was a competitor. In addition, the wizards at the scene were older than Heimdall, so they made a calm and generous evaluation. It is indeed difficult for a wizard who is younger than himself to have superb and mysterious magic.It's better to say nothing and put on an inscrutable look.

Heimdall looked at his own ghost, and felt that it was producing cold air faster than before. He tried to exhale, and a thick white smoke came out of his mouth.The ghosts of ancient legends can drop water into ice and make snowflakes fall from the sky-compared with the ghosts who eat raw liver today, they seem to be two completely different species.It's just the opposite of Victor's fire elf Heliopa. Of course, ghosts are far less powerful than fire elves, and they are not at the same level.Heimdall quickly thought of the word black and white, and laughed in his heart. If he practiced summoning ghosts well, he shouldn't be too far behind his boyfriend's fire elves.

The four testers glanced at each other, and one of them put on a straight face and reminded Heimdall to leave as soon as he was done and not to get in the way.

Chief Sturlusson touched his head, apologized repeatedly, and left the chalk circle, turned around to see Soljeer stepping forward with a troubled expression on his face.

Solger wanted to ask how he did that magic just now, but as soon as he touched Heimdall's staring eyes, he immediately thought of the words of milk and diarrhea, gritted his teeth secretly, and finally failed. Pulling down his face, he stopped in his tracks.

The staff over there had already called Solger's name several times. Solger was so annoyed that he turned around and yelled at the staff member. When he recovered, the other party stared at him coldly. The wizards around pointed at him one after another, how could Solger's delicate face hold on, and he blushed immediately, and quickly looked back, the head of Sturluson who had activated the magic had long since disappeared, Solger Er cursed viciously in his heart.

Heimdall ran out to check whether his boyfriend was safe, his face was neither red nor out of breath, his ears were neither red nor itchy, and he did not sneeze continuously. His physical fitness was outrageous.

The tourist group outside had dispersed, and Victor was standing by the side of the road with a cup of hot chocolate, counting the bricks on the opposite wall.

"Come out? Why is it taking so long?" Victor handed over the cup.

Heimdall held it in his hand and took a sip, "We have all been fooled by the magic organization. Data activation is not only the activation of personal files, but also the activation of magic operations. Although there are more people than usual today, it took a while. The team is coming to me soon."

The knowledgeable Chief Strulusson, who made Solger very irritable in the queue, was indeed extremely calm.

"I see Soljere."

Victor was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, he realized who it was. He has never looked at the reincarnated brother squarely until now.

"I think my mental capacity is stronger than I imagined," Heimdall said enthusiastically. "I don't want to have contact with him, but it's not too difficult to face. I saw him for a long time today, and I didn't have any adverse reactions."

Victor took back the hot chocolate and took a big sip. Heimdall watched helplessly. He hadn't had enough, but the master gulped it down stingily and stuffed the empty cup into his hand.

What a mess!Heimdall shook his head amusedly, and when Viktor held his head for nothing, he played a hooligan in broad daylight, mouth to mouth, and spat out the hot chocolate into his mouth.

When it was over, Heimdall wiped his mouth, his little face collapsed.

"If you don't want me to go, just tell me, don't play tricks like this!"

Victor laughed particularly nastyly, and raised his eyebrows tremblingly.

"No, I figured it out, if you want to go, go, I can't stop you."

Heimdall pointed to his mouth, "Then what do you mean?"

Victor put his face directly in front of his eyes, assuming that if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell will go to hell.

"You're welcome to spit back."

Heimdall: "..."