HP's Foreign Land

For a long time after that, the other party didn't make any noise. In the quiet space, Heimdall's stomach rumbling could be heard. The black cat who looked much younger than that in the [-]th century was curious. circling in front of him, Heimdall was relieved that he stopped staring at him and calling his mother.

The little robber has never been a law-abiding person. He probably felt that the black cat looked like a crowd. After a few glances, he became bored and began to wander around.

After making sure that it would not cause damage to this "relic", Heimdall sat down next to the stele that Vasilyevich was relying on, fumbled in his pocket for a while, took out a few candies, and peeled out a plug. into the mouth.

The black cat took a few steps forward, and under the fluorescent light, a pair of round eyes sparkled.

Heimdall couldn't help but raised the corner of his mouth, peeled off another candy, and handed it over.

The black cat hesitated for a moment, but still didn't hold back. It approached and lowered its head. Seeing that it was about to eat, it suddenly shook, turned around and ran back to Vasilyevich's side.It looks like the headmaster stopped it.

Thinking about it, he came out of nowhere, and his one-sided words alone cannot win people's trust.Heimdall withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and leaned back on the stone tablet.

The little robber screamed a few times, and the sound echoed in the stone room, but Heimdall turned a deaf ear and remained unmoved.

The chirping sound continued, and Heimdall closed his eyes. After a while, the little robber touched his face with his two paws.Its sharp black claws flashed in front of his eyes, Heimdall opened his eyes abruptly, and the little robber jumped up and down on him, almost spitting out his lungs.

"Go down!"

Under Heimdall's stern stare, the little robber left his body, but he was not scared away, grabbing his sleeve and dragging him outward.

After such a big commotion, the principal over there was still indifferent, but the black cat kept looking at him with wide eyes curiously. The pod cat at this time was cuter than it was in 96.

"Okay, okay, stop pulling, I'll go with you." He followed the little robber to the outside room. No matter how many centuries passed, the little robber was still attached to the high platform.

He turned off the fluorescent flashes, stuffed his wand, and transformed in the dark, feeling that the little robber had caught him. He flapped his wings and flew up to the high platform, and landed on the high platform with the little robber, the fluorescent flashes were lit again.

The entire bone is not as complete as it was more than 1000 years ago, and it is almost the same as it was in 96, with white bones scattered all over the place.The little robber searched back and forth among the pile of bones, Heimdall looked at its behavior in bewilderment, not knowing what it was going to do, until it jumped and screamed around the bulge in the middle of the high platform.Thinking that there seemed to be such a bulge in 96, I didn't dare to approach it out of caution at that time, but now I have the courage to explore it.

Without his hands, the little bandit pulled back and forth vigorously, and the bump as high as a hill gradually collapsed, exposing the hard white object inside.The little robber looked at the hard object and danced excitedly.

"What's that?" He released a fluorescent flashing light source like a flare into the air, which echoed the light source on the top of the wand, and the high platform was immediately illuminated like daylight.

It looks like an egg.He walked towards the hard white object, but unexpectedly, the little robber bared his teeth fiercely at him, and stood in front of the object, preventing him from approaching.

Well you ungrateful!Heimdall curled his lips in disdain, "If you don't look at it, don't look at it, I don't care about it!" Turning around and flying down the high platform, the little robber was completely fascinated by the egg at the moment, and he didn't mind seeing him leave. In a hurry, he circled around the huge white egg on the stage and couldn't put it down.

Heimdall walked back to the stone room in a displeased mood, sat down in his original position, stuffed another piece of sugar into his mouth, and licked his mouth, trying to make up for chicken legs and stewed meat.

The magic mirror on his chest flickered frequently, and Heimdall remembered now, and raised the mirror to his eyes.

【Failed? ] Victor's face appeared.

"Well, at least it's a few hundred years closer to 1996..."

[Can that converter work? 】

"It can be used, it can be used in 96, and it will definitely work now."

[Come back soon, you won't be too happy to leave, will you? 】Master's little heart has been hanging high all the time, his little boyfriend is so good at jumping, he even managed to time travel.

"What year do you think I'm in?"

[...I don't want to guess. 】The master is really not in the mood to joke.

Heimdall smiled bitterly in his heart, and he didn't want to, if he didn't try to be more relaxed and heartless, wouldn't Victor be more anxious? !

"Beauty, wait for me in 96, sir, I will rush back to be tender with you for three hundred rounds."

Seeing Heimdall pouted, Victor shook his head amusedly, knowing that he was reassuring himself.

As soon as Heimdall turned his head, the pod slipped to his feet again at some point, but Vasilyevich didn't stop it. It seemed that as long as he didn't actually touch the pod, he wouldn't interfere too much.Is it because he is afraid that he will have evil intentions towards the black cat?That's why he didn't let him eat the candy he gave him. Although he looked like he was dying, the principal was a cautious person in his bones.

He stretched out his hand carefully, the black cat backed away, and found that he just stretched out his hand there, not approaching, so he could not help but look at it for a while, then it slowly moved up, sniffed, and pawed a few times with its paws, finally Submit curled up comfortably under Heimdall's harassment.

Heimdall couldn't help chuckling, it was much more fun than the [-]th century prickly ball.

[Mother……]

Heimdall's hand paused, his eyes darkened as he looked at it, and he sighed inwardly.

"Why is the professor here?"

Still not getting an answer, Heimdall shrugged, thinking that he would not answer him, but after a while, the other party moved.

"How did you get here?"

"I had a dream. In the dream, a cat led me into this stone room. After waking up from the dream, I came here out of curiosity."

There was no sound over there again, Heimdall thought about it and decided to make persistent efforts.

"What about you? Are you working on a time-turner research project?"

"I'm waiting for someone."

"Oh, hasn't he been here?"

After a long, long time, Vasilyevich said: "He will not come, never again."

Heimdall was silent, is he waiting for Jolf?Heimdall felt uncomfortable when he thought of how he called him when he appeared just now.

"Maybe he will show up..." Heimdall said insincerely.

"This stele array is unique. Once it is activated by a certain wizard, other wizards cannot use it. I originally wanted to use this converter to go back to the beginning, but it failed."

In other words, because of Heimdall's mistake, Vasilyevich's chance to go back to the past to save Yolf was destroyed. After thinking about this, Heimdall was speechless for a while.

"I am really sorry……"

"I'm too whimsical," Vasilyevich said flatly. "He probably doesn't want to come back, in his current capacity."

"everything will be fine."

Heimdall felt that what he said was dry, and he was not surprised that he did not hear Vasilyevich's reply.

"Do you know what kind of animal the egg is on the platform outside?"

"...It is said to be a dragon egg."

Heimdall just found a random target to change the subject, but was shocked by himself.

"Dragon egg?"

"It should be a dead egg."

"Is it left behind by that poor dragon skeleton?"

"It should be..." It can be heard that the principal is not interested in talking, and he is already quite polite by not directly telling himself to shut up.

Heimdall picked up the small mirror and looked at the boyfriend on the mirror.

"How is it? Do you know what era I am in now?" As he said, he turned the mirror upside down and looked at the black cat twice, and the black cat raised its paw and scratched the mirror.

【…】Master's nerves suffered wave after wave of severe torture today.

"Do you want to say a few words to him?" Heimdall felt that he might be able to witness a wonderful and great moment.

【say what? ] Victor hesitated instead.

That's right, if Yolf suddenly appeared and stood in front of him, he would definitely be speechless.

"Tell him your name." A thought flashed in his mind. It doesn't matter whether he met Vasilyevich here. Golf, and even him and Victor hundreds of years later.

"Principal, my boyfriend has always admired you. He wants to say a few words to you. Do you think it's okay?"

Although it was a question, he still let go of the pod, and walked towards the stone tablet that Vasilyevich was leaning on.Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief as he was getting closer to the target and was not stopped or directly threw magic at him.

He held the wand in his right hand, took off the mirror with his left hand, and handed it to Vasilyevich, the bright mirror glowed with colorful brilliance in the white light.

Vasilyevich suddenly grabbed his hand, and both of them paused, Heimdall looked at Vasilyevich's fingers caressing the ring finger of his left hand, yes, there was a ring there, this Vasilyevich is no stranger to the ring.

Then, the principal took out an identical one from his pocket.

After a long time, he said, "What's your name?"

"Sturlusson, Heimdall Sturlusson."

Vasilyevich let go, and Heimdall sat down beside him.

"Don't you ask?" Heimdall said with a smile.

"You're not Sien."

"Of course, Jolf is Jolf, Heimdall is Heimdall, two different people, how could they be the same." He handed the mirror to the principal. "Just like Victor is Victor, you are you, two different people, how could it be the same."

Victor's golden carved chain appeared on the mirror, Heimdall stretched out his hand, but Vasilyevich didn't move, allowing him to hold the chain on his chest with his palm, which was exactly the same as the one in the mirror.

He stuffed the mirror into Vasilyevich's hand, got up and left the room. The little robber finally realized that it was in a very bad situation at this time. He turned around in a hurry on the high platform and found the mirror wrapped in a ball of light. Heimdall walked out of the room, and immediately shouted at the top of his voice.

Heimdall clicked his mouth maliciously, looked up to appreciate it for a while, and then waved to it with a sweet face.

The scream of the little robber became even more shrill.

Heimdall laughed viciously, the depression in his heart was swept away, and something rubbed the outside of his calf. He looked down and saw that it was a black cat, and bent down to hug it.

"Look, it's in a hurry."

The black cat followed him and pointed, glanced at the exasperated little robber, and quickly turned away without interest.

[Mother! ]

"I'm not your mother, your father should have told you."

[Mother!You can hear me, Mom! ]

"I'm sorry, I'm really not. As for why I can hear it, the process is very complicated, so I won't explain it. You will understand it sooner or later."

Pod didn't speak, it didn't seem very convinced, and at the same time it couldn't figure out why he had to deny it again and again.

"Who are you, Vasilyevich?"

[Father. ]

"Do you love him?"

[He's dad! ]

Heimdall was agitated, and couldn't hold it anymore. He really wanted to take this cute bun pod back.

"In this case, you should trust your father's judgment. Could it be that he doesn't recognize Yolf?"

Pod was silent, seemed finally sure that he was not Yolf, and was hit.

The heart-piercing scream of the little robber came again, and Heimdall was so happy that he almost forgot about it.

He lowered the pod, and the changeling flew up, and the little bandit let out a triumphant cry.As soon as Heimdall fell to the ground, the little robber pushed the hard white object said to be a dragon egg toward him, and Heimdall's eyes widened.

"what are you doing?!"

The little robber stopped, pointing at the dragon egg and chirping.

"You want to take it down?"

chatter.

"Are you kidding me!" Heimdall understood. "Is it possible that you want to take it back?"

The little robber is excited, chattering.

"Good idea!" Heimdall didn't want to take a sip of Avada.

The little robber jumped and screamed anxiously in front of his eyes, but Heimdall ignored him.

"I'll give you two choices. One, I'll take you down without this egg; two, you stay here and be with this egg. Whichever do you choose, go down with me, or live forever with this egg."

The little robber looked at him for a while, and looked back at the egg for a while, feeling very embarrassed.

Heimdall turned around, and the little robber rushed over and hugged his calf.Heimdall smiled, transformed, and took it down.

Going down to the high platform, the little robber looked dejected, and Heimdall patted his little head.

"If my eyesight doesn't fail, that egg will be immortalized into the twentieth century. We'll figure it out when we get back."

They go back inside.

As soon as he walked in, Heimdall heard Vasilyevich complaining to Victor, "...he is much more noisy and talkative than Sien." The words were quite disapproving, and seemed to be disgusting.

The master over there immediately responded, 【I like cheerful ones, those who can't say a word for a long time, who are dull and dull, and always like to have a straight face, please forgive me for not being sensitive. 】Victor thinks that he is close to this type. The so-called likes repel each other, and only occasionally "people come crazy" in front of Heimdall.

The black lines on Heimdall's face, these two are really boring, can they be compared with each other? !

After a while, Vasilyevich laughed. Although the voice was very soft, the tone of his speech was much lighter than before, as if he had let go of some kind of burden, or he had given up some kind of attachment.

Heimdall took the mirror back from him.

"You seem to have a good chat, have you become friends?"

"Absolutely not."

[Who is his friend! 】

Heimdall laughed and hung the mirror around his neck.

Vasilyevich stood up.

"Are you leaving?" Heimdall asked.

"It's no longer necessary to stay here. Although the hope I had when I came here was not fulfilled, I still gained something." Vasilyevich paused, his eyes softened under the dim light, and he murmured Said, "I've kept him waiting for a long time, it's time to go find him."

Heimdall realized something, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.

Vasilyevich patted his head, "Don't be like this, you should be happy for me, since he left, I have never felt so relaxed."

"Everything will be fine," Heimdall said.

"Yes, everything will be fine."

Witnessed by Vasilyevich, he restarted the array of steles, and before activating the last stele, he turned and hugged Vasilyevich.

"Goodbye, Ivan."

Vasilyevich patted him on the back.

He picked up the black cat again, "Goodbye, Pod."

[I'm not a pod. ]

"You are," he released the pod. "I'll be waiting for you in the twentieth century."

Doudan looked at him in surprise, unable to understand the meaning of his words, but couldn't help asking, [What if you don't know me anymore? ]

Heimdall bared his teeth, "Then give me a hard bite."

He hugged the little robber, and the magic on the steles started to work, and before the surrounding scenery took a dizzying spin, Vasilyevich's words drifted into his ears.

"I hope you can return to the time you are in, not some other time and space. Good luck."

What? !

Before he could leave this horrified scream in 1596, time passed rapidly around the steles, the sun rose and the moon set, things changed, and Heimdall burst into tears.

This trip will not switch to prehistory, he is not afraid of seeing dinosaurs, the earth in the age of dinosaurs seems uninhabitable...

The melancholy of Chief Strulusong only lasted for a moment, the stele array stopped, and the endless flow of time slowed down at this moment.

At least one thing is certain, he was not sent forward, the stele was more mottled than before, infinitely close to the time in 1996, Heimdall was agitated, and the lessons of 1596 told him not to be happy too early.

The little robber struggled vigorously in his arms, and as soon as he let go of his arms, it couldn't wait to jump to the ground, and ran to the outside, focusing on finding its big dragon egg.

Heimdall lit up the fluorescent light, and everything around him was similar to what he saw in 1996. This gave Heimdall more confidence. After observing it a few times, he walked towards the outside room.

The scream of the little robber came, and with fear and pain, Heimdall's heart skipped a beat, and he ran out at a faster pace.

A boy in Durmstrang's school uniform stood on the edge of the high platform, and at his feet was the little robber writhing in pain.

"Don't rush to attack me, if you dare to move, I will kill it." The cold warning sounded, and the boy didn't even turn his head.

Heimdall stopped in his tracks, thankfully the little robber did not undergo a new round of torture.

"This classmate, he is my friend. Is there some misunderstanding?" Heimdall said cautiously. "If it offended you, I apologize on his behalf." At the same time, wondering how he got in, Heimdall stared at his back carefully, as if he had never seen him in school before, and felt very strange.

A short sneer sounded, and the boy turned his head, piercing Heimdall with a pair of sharp eyes.

"The wizard wants to apologize for a bastard?" The boy froze when he saw his school uniform, as if it was not within his imagination.

The moment Heimdall saw his little face, his little heart roared. After a long time, I still failed to cross the threshold of the [-]th century!

From the information exposed through the fluorescent flashes, it is certain that he is now in a higher grade than him. Heimdall tried his best to recall in what grade he was kicked out by the school, but unfortunately he couldn't find the exact information, at least he is now Still a student.

"Senior brother, don't get excited, let's talk about something." Heimdall tried his best to keep himself smiling, so as not to put pressure on the other party's negative emotions.

"I'm not excited." The other party's tone was still cold.

But I am very excited!No, it's scary!

Nima, Grindelwald! ! !

If I had known earlier, I might as well have stayed in 1596 and went to visit Yolf's grave or something...