HP's Foreign Land

Heideggerach is a fairly young magic school. Compared with the long history of the three major schools in Europe, which cost hundreds of thousands, it is just a milk baby.For this, Heimdall has no psychological burden. History cannot be equated with the strength of teachers. Now he is most worried about the language problem.

He doesn't know any of the Scandinavian languages... Sitting at the desk of the school library looking up information about Heideggerak, Director Stulusson has a sad face.When his eyes swept to the bottom line, his little face lit up. Heideggerak speaks many languages. In addition to Scandinavian languages, they also speak English, which means that this is a relatively international magic. School.

The second part of the data set verifies Heimdall's conjecture. Heideggrak is not only recruiting students in Northern Europe as most wizards think, it actually recruits students from all over the world.The scope of enrollment is similar to that of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, except for Squibs, children from wizarding families of all ages can sign up.

After reading these, Heimdall was determined, and Xiao Beng's expression relaxed.

"Are you really going to apply for Heidegger?" Caro who was next to him asked curiously as he watched him keep copying in his notebook.

"Well, I want to go there and have a look."

"I want to go to Beauxbatons." Ryan looked up, and there was a large stack of books and materials about Beauxbatons in front of him. Unlike milkman Heideggerak, you can find many books related to Beauxbatons in the school library. s things.

Several friends showed him ambiguous smiles. Li An was a drunkard who didn't care about drinking. He had been looking forward to Beauxbaton for a long time, and he was staying and flying with his girlfriend in France.

Carlo wailed and howled at the Sirius, Heimdall and Leon didn't have time to laugh out loud, the school librarian came to their area mysteriously, with cold gazes, all the students in this area were hoarse , burying his head in the book and writing quickly, pretending to be busy.

"What about you? Do you have a plan?" Heimdall asked Carlo and Leon after the administrator left.

"No, I don't want to leave school," Carlo said. "Maybe I won't move until I graduate."

Leon said: "The list of schools participating in the exchange student program has not been officially announced, and I will check it out on the day it is announced."

"Director!" Zug, a member of the experimental research laboratory, ran happily, dragging a broom in his hand, followed by two friends. The discontinued antique book is exactly the same.

"You're back, what's the result?" Heimdall asked.

I don’t know what kind of consideration the head of the broomstick research room had—or maybe he didn’t think about it at all—inviting Zug to a small-scale friendly match. He spends his own money and tries his best to encourage the staff to go out to increase their knowledge. Zug has been busy with this recently.

"Our broom broke into the preliminaries." Zug proudly raised the broom, but everyone's face suddenly changed, even the head of the room turned around without hesitation, and pointed the back of his head at him.

Chug felt a chill on the back of his neck. Turning around, the administrator, Mrs. Vitrenko, stared at him gravely. The two friends disappeared... Chug shrank his neck, hugged the broom, and sat down on the chair in the corner step by step. Next, hoping to immediately melt into the background.

Mrs. Vitrenko's eyes circled around their table, and finally fell on Heimdall. Chief Strulusson broke out in a cold sweat.

When everyone felt that the torment seemed endless, Madam Vitrenko mercifully let them go, turned and drifted away, as silently as she had come.

The woolen hat and the little chubby came out from behind the row of bookshelves across the corridor, with joy on their faces.

After regaining his senses, Zug dragged his broom and described the friendly match with his two friends in front of Carlo and the others. During the period, he did not forget to proudly declare how extraordinary the broom he made was, and even slammed at a certain office manager. Eye to eye, I just want the head of the room to praise me.

Heimdall listened for a while, then shook his head amusedly, closed the huge and heavy collection of materials called "Magic Schools in Europe You May Want to Know", and opened the manuscript of Jolf.During this period of time, he has been struggling with the ancient runes in the manuscript. Unfortunately, the teaching of ancient runes hundreds of years ago is completely different from the teaching of modern ancient runes. Gained something.

Rows of ancient rune texts appeared on the paper, split into different phrases by appropriate methods, and then interpreted them into a language that wizards can understand at a glance. This process is the so-called "spell breaking", to put it bluntly In fact, it is to break the combination lock, which Bill of the Weasley family did for the goblins of Gringotts in Egypt.It's just that today's spell-breaking tends to rely more on digital divination, which is easy to use and easy to operate.The ancient rune design is more complex, more time-consuming and energy-intensive than digital divination, and locking and unlocking is only one of its functions. It is not easy to thoroughly understand this subject, so today's ancient rune is mostly used in magic schools. Linguistics, a decorative language, is not taken seriously, and students also think that even if they learn it, it will not have much practical effect.It is no longer needed in modern wizarding society, and it is a theoretical discipline that has been basically eliminated.

The reason why Heimdall chose the ancient runes as the entry point is that this subject is full of fun in Jolf's writing.

Yolf left a large number of small games for dismantling ancient runes in the manuscript, from shallow to deep, step by step, which benefited people a lot.In the process of dismantling, Heimdall gradually found the underlying law, and became interested in it.The dismantling of the ancient rune seems to be chaotic and arbitrary, but in fact everything has traces to follow. Heimdall has caught the little tail of the law, and what he has to do now is to follow the vines and figure out the whole law.

Heimdall drew a square about 6 or 7 centimeters in length and width in the blank space of the note, and filled in a string of ancient runic texts in the square according to the contents of the manuscript. The pronunciation of the magic text was read clearly.I saw that the cube turned into a sneezeweed under the drive of the magic text, which is equivalent to setting up a puzzle. According to the habits of ancient wizards, this puzzle can also be used as a password.

What needs to be done next is to crack the code, that is, to return the original square to the paper.

Zug had long since thrown away his broom, and devoted himself to watching Heimdall do his research. Zug was still young and hadn’t reached the grade of learning ancient runes. He usually only watched the excitement, but he didn’t really understand what was going on inside. doorway.In the eyes of Zug, the spell-breaking that Heimdall has studied these days is quite interesting, so he is particularly willing to watch.

Heimdall was not in a hurry to read the answer published by Jolf on the manuscript, but focused on the square. The ancient rune is not the same as the password made by digital divination. The combination lock made through the ancient rune requires characters. Only by reorganizing can the riddle be reproduced, that is to say, the person who set the password may not be able to solve the code. Well, how to untie it is another matter.

Heimdall first listed the ancient runes related to the sneezeweed one by one, and then checked them one by one. This process is quite cumbersome, because the sneezeweed is not necessarily a clue to the riddle, it is likely to be just a cover-up, but everything changes. Keeping with the principle, the process of unlocking is a process of rearranging and combining, otherwise why most wizards don't like to learn this course.Getting started with ancient runes is very simple, just memorize the runes table. Its permutation and combination have certain formulas and logic to follow. Many transformations are also based on these formulas, just like math problems. The problem is that it requires wizards to spend a lot of time. Time to recite and memorize these formulas and rune tables is the only way to achieve mastery and mastery in the future. This process is boring and hard. Few people have the patience to memorize those words that they don’t know what they mean at all, and they are almost useless now. Quirky characters.

With Yolf's little autistic personality, it is not surprising that he can find fun in this subject and break new ground.

Director Sturlusson couldn't help but wonder, could it be that we are a potential little autistic? !

After 36 minutes of running-in and conversion, with a cheer from Zug, the sneezeweed turned back into a cube, and the ancient runes written in the cube disappeared, which is the characteristic of successful cracking.Heimdall took a look at the level of the sneezeweed puzzle, and was ruthlessly designated as an entry-level entry by Yolf. It took him more than half an hour for a small entry-level entry. He turned the manuscript over and cracked it in the advanced part In terms of time, he was killed on the spot by Yolf's gorgeous string of four, five, and six minutes.

Zug, who was watching, suddenly realized what he had just done, and hurriedly covered his mouth, but it was too late, and he stood up with tears streaming down his face in the cruel gesture of Mrs. Vitrenko waving at him.

In the early morning of the next day, Heimdall stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He glanced out of the window and found that the clouds in the sky were much lighter than usual. After washing his face, he left the bathroom and went to the desk to look outside Zhang Wang, it is indeed a good weather, no wonder the toffees ran away early in the morning and disappeared, and the bones of the otaku classmate Xiaoge rarely felt itchy.

[Hey, are you going out? ]

Heimdall turned around in surprise, "You didn't go out?"

Pods live more freely than ordinary wizards.

Pod ignored his question, [Have you brought everything? ]

Heimdall was confused, "What should I bring?"

[Where's your ring? ]

Heimdall raised his hand, on his fingers.

[pocket watch? ]

He took out the watch in his pocket and shook it in front of its eyes.

[Magic Mirror. ]

Heimdall stared at it, "Need it?"

[Why do you have no sense of crisis at all? ]

"This is Durmstrang..."

The black cat shook its tail, [Let's take it with you, just in case. ]

Heimdall patted his pocket.

The pod circled around him, with indescribably strange eyes.

"What's the matter with you?"

[What's the date today? ]

"November 10."

[1996? ]

"1996."

[OK, you can go. ]

Heimdall, who was puzzled by the second monk Zhang Er, opened the door, and when he walked out, he turned around and looked at the pod, only to find that he was still looking back at him without avoiding it.

"You've been acting weird recently. When I died, no, earlier, maybe there was something wrong last semester."

Pods said nothing.

"You know, I had a dream in those days when I died. It was about you and your father."

There was some kind of wavering in Pod's eyes that Heimdall couldn't understand, but in the end it still didn't express anything.It seemed that it didn't know about its own dream, and Heimdall didn't think it had the ability to control its own dream.Anyway, he used to do a lot about Yolf, this kind of unexplainable reason, which made him feel powerless to control the dream, if there are too many, he will calm down, and he will get used to the strong and strong.

Heimdall sighed, "Actually, I always thought you knew something, and I actually couldn't figure out what you knew, but your attitude today is very revealing, plus my dream... When I come back, I will To know."

Heimdall showed a rare toughness towards it, and the door closed behind him.

Pod squatted in place, looking at the closed door.

[Good luck. ]

The moment Heimdall flew into the sky, he felt extremely comfortable. Today is a fine day with clear clouds and mist. Although there is still no sunshine, the wide sky brightens the eyes of people who have been soaked in ice and snow all day long.

He flapped his wings and circled around the castle, and then flew over the greenhouse, the Quidditch pitch, the messenger shed and other places. The jet-lagged owls in the shed were led by him and followed behind him. , Heimdall quickly flew towards the direction of the North Tower, and the owls did not continue to follow, but turned back halfway.

He walked around the North Tower, and the large pine forest suddenly appeared in front of him. Heimdall circled around in place, hesitated, and finally flapped his wings and flew into the pine forest.

The woods were dark, similar to the last time he came in, and there were no little robbers making trouble at the moment. He was perplexed, and he continued to explore inwardly with a lingering curiosity.The entrance was getting farther and farther away, and the light was swallowed by the darkness behind him. Heimdall did not change direction, and went straight forward. In this forest, if you change direction easily, you may get lost. Heimdall thought of a quick solution.

As for the quick fix, he himself couldn't figure it out.

After a while, he heard movement in front of him, flew forward for a while, and his eyes suddenly opened up.The pine forest here is much sparser than that just now.Heimdall landed on the tree branch, on the snow, Toffee, Little Ba and Little Bread were jumping around happily, different from the pictures they saw at that time, today they are not hunting, they are teasing the group of trembling little animals they play.

Heimdall looked at it, dazed.

Is his dream actually based on reality?Didn't he come up with it on his own?In fact, Director Sturluson held a certain skeptical attitude towards his dream, and once thought it was a dream of pods, but now seeing is believing.

If there is a basis in reality, but even he himself does not know the basis of reality, is this dream still a dream?

Before he could figure it out, Heimdall found himself moving. His wings seemed to be more impatient than his brain, flapping and flying forward.

Saying goodbye to the toffees, the distribution of pine trees becomes less and less, until finally they become bare cliffs.

He flew into a canyon, surrounded by strange-shaped stones, and there was no grass growing on the ground. The strange thing was that there was no snow here. There was only a heavy snowfall last night before going to bed, but the surface here was clean.

With growing doubts, Heimdall flew forward along the road that should be regarded as a passage, and then he saw the stone wall, which was exactly the same as in the dream.

He landed about 4 or 5 meters away from the stone wall, and his feet stepped into the puddle with a crash. It was completely different from the blur like a layer of cloth in the dream. Now he can clearly see his surroundings environment of.

The open space in front of the stone wall is densely covered with large and small pools, some big ones can be called pools, bottomless, and small ones are as shallow as Heimdall accidentally stepped on.

A gust of cold wind blew past, and the face was cut like a knife. Although there was no snow here, the climate was still as harsh as the other side of the forest.

Heimdall looked at all this hesitantly, wondering if he should go back home. Facing the unfamiliar and unfriendly environment, Chief Strulusson began to retreat.

There were screams, and more than one. Heimdall turned around and saw the little robber sitting in one of the water pools heartlessly. Seeing him looking at him, he slapped the surface of the water hard. Dahl changed his head and face, and the little robber laughed at his embarrassment.

Director Sturlusson's face was darkened, and he didn't want to be familiar with it. He wiped his face with his palm, and the water was actually warm.Ignoring the little robber who was making a humanized grimace at him, he squatted down and touched the puddle under his feet. Although it was cold, it was not icy cold. He moved a few steps and touched another puddle that was slightly deeper. The temperature is higher than that of shallow water.Heimdall quickly walked out of the pool area, bent down and touched the ground, the ground was warm, could this be the reason why there was no snow here?

Heimdall looked around, but couldn't see anything except staring back at his jagged rock wall.

Geothermal?volcano?

Heimdall simply walked towards the stone wall, and a voice in his heart told him that the stone wall would be a crucial step in understanding dreams.

The jewels in front of the stone wall are full of gold and silver artifacts, and people who are blind can't open their eyes, which coincides with the dream.

Could it be that what I had was a prophetic dream?

Heimdall couldn't help being a little dazed. The wizard's ability to see into the future and divination has long been affirmed and accepted by the world, but those who possess that ability are all talents that Merlin favors, that is, the root of divination at birth. The nerve is stronger than the average wizard.Ordinary wizards can only approach that state by learning the discipline of divination. Divination is not [-]% accurate, and even the most famous fortune-tellers of all ages cannot do this.

If he really had a prophetic dream, the accuracy of this dream is not low, so far.

Theoretically speaking, a wizard's prophetic dream is to advance a certain segment that originally belonged to the future through the dream, and the role of the prophetic dream is not unified. Sometimes it is just a trivial matter, and sometimes it is life-threatening. It is said that It depends on the dreamer's own needs.

Heimdall felt that he had no needs, and then he thought of the pod that appeared in the dream, and the pod's father...

Director Strulusson is deep, we have a clear conscience for the master, so why did the principal appear?

In order to prove his innocence, Heimdall stepped on the pile of gold and silver with a clatter, stretched his hands forward, and touched the rough and hard stone wall.Let the precious jewels flow under your feet - fall from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, without changing your face, for the sake of the master, Mr. Stulusson can also treat money like dung.

1 minute passed, 5 minutes passed, 10 minutes passed...

Heimdall put down his hands, and in order to avoid causing trouble in an unfamiliar environment, he looked up to the sky and laughed three times in his heart, did he see that he was not directly sucked in like in the dream, which did not match the dream.

Mr. Stuluson clenched his fist with joy, we only love the master!

So, pod dad, what are you doing all this for?

Director Sturlusson straightened his small face, and began to grope around on the stone wall.