HP's Foreign Land

When the swan boat got into the fog, the white haze was like a gauze that suddenly covered the eyes, leaving only white in the field of vision. This process was very short, and the three of them had no time to panic, and their eyes could see again.The three looked at each other, and at the same time decided to put the surprise behind them.

The entrance to the labyrinth is very close to the pier. Walk across a board-built pontoon bridge, and the end of the bridge is the entrance.There is a huge notice board standing next to the entrance, and one-third of the notice board is advertised with cauldrons and wands, and the remaining two-thirds are occupied by the maze map.Small red dots are floating on the map. They are scattered or densely distributed on the entire map. Occasionally, a few green dots can be seen flashing past the corners of the map.Red represents the students and green are the magical animals that inhabit the island.Most of these animals are not harmful to humans, and eight or nine out of ten are goblins who are tired of living and come out to move their nests.

The reason why the advertisements for the crucible and the wand are posted is that at the beginning of the school's establishment, the two companies donated money to the school under the slogan of "building an excellent teaching environment".Of course, Heideggerak couldn't just collect money and tear down the bridge. After the school was established, two companies were allowed to post advertisements on Kirishima's notice board.But it must not be advertised elsewhere in the school. Posting advertisements is already the limit of the school.

Heimdall noticed that there were not many red spots moving towards the bathroom, and urged Draco and Thordor to quicken their pace.

After entering the maze, students will basically not get lost unless they deliberately go the opposite way, because arrows of different colors are drawn on the floor of the maze, follow the black arrows to go to the greenhouse, and follow the white arrows to go to the bathroom.

Heimdall ignored the ever-changing and colorful fences on both sides of the fence because he thought that going to night might encounter the first wave of crowds on Friday.They quickly passed through the maze and reached the exit.

The bathroom of the student union is located among the reefs, and the entrance to the bathroom is at the end of a rough, criss-crossed, wet slippery path soaked in seawater.The entrance is closed by a stone wall, and the stone wall can only be opened if the correct password is communicated.

Heimdall took out a note and asked, "Which of you can speak Old Norse?"

Draco said nothing, Todor reached out, "Let me try."

Heimdall handed him the note with the password, and Todor stuttered and read aloud, the stone wall remained motionless.The cousins ​​looked at him eagerly.Todor cleared his throat unnaturally, turned his back and practiced in a low voice for a while, feeling almost done, turned around and read aloud, "The head of the goblin tree!"

The stone wall moved aside with a bang, and the bright light in the room instantly poured out, and the oily tiles shone with colorful brilliance.

There was a burst of excitement between the cousins.

Todor stared at the note inexplicably, Goblin Tree's forehead? !What a mess!

The whole bathroom is wrapped in colorful tiles, watercolor-like shades of green, sparkling bright red flowers, mustard yellow and chocolate-colored rhizomes, and curly branches and leaves with smooth lines outline the golden outline.The waist drum-shaped pattern composed of milk white, light yellow and dark brown is very fancy, and they appear in the center of each floor tile.When no one is paying attention, the plants of various shapes on the tiles shake their calyxes and quietly stretch their delicate flower branches.

Heimdall stretched out his feet hesitantly, and rubbed them twice on the shiny floor tiles. After confirming that they were not as slippery as they looked, he walked boldly with confidence.

There was a row of boxes tacked up in the outside changing area, but those boxes were unusable, they belonged to the student council members.Other students can only put things in any place that is visible to the naked eye and can put things, such as reclining chairs for resting, above boxes, on hooks for hanging clothes, etc.When the bathroom is crowded, some children who understand the importance of reverse thinking will put their clothes on the teapots that shuttle back and forth... There is no need to worry about theft, that kind of thing will never happen here.

They got into the bathroom before the first wave of people arrived, which proved to be a wise decision.The changing room was empty, with a few piles of clothes placed on a bench near the inner door, which meant that there were not many people in the bathroom right now.

Having figured this out, the three of them speeded up their undressing unanimously.

The thin-skinned young master Malfoy has long since forgotten his original intention after going through this journey, and only the idea of ​​jumping into the bath as soon as possible is left in his mind.

Draco, who had never been in a public bathroom, couldn't let it go. He wrapped himself tightly in a large bath towel, followed behind his cousin and Todor, and turned around a wall with a whale pattern on it. A wall of mirrors, coming to the inner bathroom.The bathroom was foggy and hazy, and the three of them seemed to return to the moment when they got into the fog.The mist quickly let them go and dispersed in front of them.

The bathroom is very spacious, with a towering dome hanging over it. Bright light penetrates the glass dome and sprinkles in the bathroom. The green shade created by magic shakes translucent leaves from time to time under the dome, creating a refreshing natural atmosphere. It's like being under the real blue sky and white clouds.

The bathtub is composed of multiple arcs, presenting a simple plum shape.There is a snow-white stone pillar in the center of the bath. The body of the pillar is engraved with a pattern of chasing waves that is higher than each wave. Several waves spiral upward and converge on the pillar, supporting an open shell-shaped clock inlaid with golden hands. , inside the shell lies a lifelike goblin.A fine water curtain pours down from around the clock and wraps around the column.

The splashing sound of the water curtain hitting the water surface is not as pleasant as the flowing stream, but it is not harsh, and the water in the outermost pool makes circles of ripples from time to time.

There was indeed no one in the bathroom. Two students who looked like juniors were taking a shower. When they saw them coming in, they stopped talking, and soon started talking again.There was only one student in the pool, covering his head and face with a towel, leaning against the pool to rest his mind.

The three walked to the wall, ready to shower.

"Wash well." Draco told Todor, and turned to Heimdall, as if Todor would spray muddy water when the water boiled.

"Of course, wash it once a week." Todor couldn't see the slightest displeasure at being offended.

"Can't you get up every morning and take a shower?" Draco thought his request was cheap.

"Do more exercise when you have time." Todor glanced at Draco's body, although it was covered by a bath towel, compared to the muscular Todor, those thin arms and legs were nothing to mention.

Draco was confused again, tightened the towel around his body, turned his eyes enviously and jealously, and refused to look at the five short muscular men.

Heimdall and Draco had just washed in the morning. After a brief shower, they walked towards the bath. Just as they stepped into the pool, they heard screams in their ears.The student who covered his face and rested his mind had already pulled off the towel on his face, and stared at them in horror, to be more precise, he was staring at Heimdall.

"Why are you here?" This guy named Yael was everywhere, and Draco had lost his temper completely.

"I've been here a long time ago." Both hands quickly got under the water, shyly covering the looming lower body.

Heimdall resisted the urge to roll his eyes. With that shriveled figure, even Ye Xiaoer's big and three thick, he couldn't pay attention to it.

But Mr. Lavella didn't think so. He shyly turned sideways like a big girl, instead of facing Heimdall directly, and insisted on being next to Draco, as if he was afraid of being looked at.

Master Malfoy was always wearing a big bath towel, and he refused to show his small neck and chest. Even Mr. Lavella felt very safe.

Todor finished rubbing mud for a week and joined the ranks of water foreskins.

When everyone relaxed their brains and enjoyed this warm and quiet moment, Mr. Lavella, who was always at the forefront of divergent thinking, suddenly had bright eyes.

"Where's Miss Jeanne?"

Heimdall closed his eyes and opened one eye, "I'm going to the library."

Yael's face was full of hatred, "Such a good opportunity, why didn't you bring her along?!"

The three were stunned at the same time.

After a while, Heimdall and Draco's eyes met, and the two finally came to their senses.Heimdall was used to the monk school, even if there was something, he wouldn't think about it.Draco had never washed in a public bathroom, and he was relatively passive all the way, so he didn't have time to think about it.

There appears to be only one entrance to the bathroom.

Todor said "Oh", splashed some water on his face and wiped it, "The bathroom of the student union is not divided into men and women, anyone can wash it."

In other words, as long as you can afford it and put it down, you can take a mixed bath.

Yael was beating his chest and stamping his feet.

Heimdall laughed out loud, unexpectedly Heideggerach was quite unrestrained.

Yael pulled Draco to gossip, and it was rare not to harass Heimdall. Heimdall ignored his cousin's eyes asking for help, turned around and pretended he didn't see anything, and finally met Todor's eyes.Even though he was caught straight, Todor continued to look generously, without any embarrassment.

"Do you think I'm not pleasing to the eye?" Heimdall said in a "nice weather today" tone.

Todor frowned, "I don't know, I really felt that you were very unpleasant before I saw you."

"now what?"

"...There is still a lot of distance from Shunyan."

Heimdall smiled, "Thank you for being so frank."

The two fell into silence, and Yael's voice continued to speak, and the speed of his speech was unmatched.

Todor said suddenly: "She didn't say anything bad about you, not a single word."

"I believe. She's not like that."

"She didn't tell her family about those things either. I only found out because of questioning and some tricks..."

"What's the matter?"

Heimdall's downplaying attitude angered Todor, a red tide spread across Fangzheng's face, and the muscles on his arms were tense due to excessive force, releasing steel-like strength invisibly.

Heimdall believed that, assuming the beating was not illegal, the opponent's fist would have hit the face.

"Is it even more unpleasant?" Heimdall grinned.

Todor took a deep breath.

Although I was sure in my heart that the master's small waist was more attractive, but the chest muscles that rose and fell with breathing still attracted Director Sturluson's squinting.Aware of Heimdall's unruly little eyes, Todor shrank back uncomfortably, and the anger choked in his chest dissipated a lot.

"I know it's not your fault that you didn't respond to her, but it's hard for me to convince myself emotionally." Todor wiped his face hard. "To put it bluntly, you just don't like women."

Heimdall said lewdly: "You and her, I definitely like you more."

Todor's face changed drastically.

Heimdall quickly made an apologetic gesture, as if the joke had gone too far.

Todor pouted, knowing he was overreacting a bit.

"I'll keep watching," Todor said. "It's one thing to understand, it's another thing to witness it with your own eyes, and it's quite rewarding these days."

No wonder he always felt that someone was staring at him, but every time he turned his head to look for it, that urgent gaze disappeared again.

"Can I know what kind of harvest it is? Is it more pleasing to the eye?" Heimdall asked expectantly.

"I think you are different from what I imagined. None of the traits I thought I would see and imagined have happened, so I feel very angry." Todor paused word by word. "I'm even angrier now."

Heimdall couldn't laugh or cry, he figured it out, the baby had a crush on his aunt.

At 2:30 in the afternoon, the four people with full stomachs walked into the classroom on the history of the wizarding movement located on the third floor of Tower 2 on Golden Shell Island.

The secondary elective classroom, which should be relatively unpopular, is now full of voices, the girls are whispering and beaming, and the boys are whispering to each other with high spirits.

The front row of seats was full, so the four of them had to move to the back of the classroom.

"Rig! Draco! Todor..." Jeanna jumped up and waved.

Yael was excited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the beauty to call his name, as if he had missed the call of a bank that had been waiting in line for hours, as if the sky was about to fall.

Seeing the way the girl occupied the seat, Mr. Stulusson, who always had a sense of sympathy, almost rushed forward to grab her little hand.Jeanne used her robe, schoolbag, textbooks and herself to occupy the four relatively front seats.

There are only four.

Yael's eyelids twitched, and his gaze skipped over Todor, and landed on Draco. He shook his head again, turned to Heimdall, gritted his teeth for the last time, and looked at the charming Miss Orville.

"Don't bother others, I'll be wronged, you sit on my lap."

Jeanna turned her head calmly and sat down.

Yael, who had played a one-man show back, touched his nose, not angry at all, greeted Heimdall and the others, and sat in the front row.

"He has a lot of ideas. If he had known that this course was so popular, he should have let him take the seat for us." Jeanna told the truth.

When Professor Victor Krum walked into the classroom, he was greeted with chaotic whistles and sharp applause, and the students below laughed loudly, as loud as a Quidditch pitch.Professor Krum didn't even move his eyebrows. He stood behind the desk with a blank expression. He folded his hands on the book, and then looked directly at Heidegger, who challenged the authority of the highest leader in the classroom. Hero", until the other party let go of his hands, and curled up on the chair in a regular manner, motionless.

The classroom became silent.

"Hello, from this school year, I will lead and guide you in the history of the wizarding movement." Victor picked up the chalk and turned to write his name on the blackboard. "I'm Victor Krum. Before I start class, I want to convey this message to everyone. Maybe the students here saw me last on a certain Quidditch pitch in a certain country or a certain region , or maybe that game left a deep impression on you. It may be a good impression or a bad impression. But I don't want to pursue whether it is good or bad. What I want to emphasize is that this is Tower 2 and Tower 3. The history of wizarding sports class on the first floor, not the Quidditch pitch. I am the teacher in the classroom, not the players. You are the students who walk into this classroom to learn the history of wizarding sports, not the audience who buy tickets .”

The students watched him silently.

"Understood?" Victor raised an eyebrow.

Everyone nodded in unison.

"Very good." Victor looked down at the podium. "This is my first time as a teacher, and it's also my first time standing behind the podium. To be honest, I'm a little nervous, more nervous than playing Quidditch for the first time." He raised his head, "You see come out?"

Driven by him, the atmosphere in the classroom relaxed a bit. The students all smiled, and a few courageous ones whispered, "I can't see it!"

Victor smiled, and the atmosphere changed completely here.

"It doesn't matter whether you knew me before, or you may not know anything about it. I believe you all know who the teacher who taught the history of the wizarding movement is now. But I don't know you, and I can't even talk about knowing you. I need The most direct way to get to know you, not the list, is to introduce yourself." He picked up a piece of parchment. "I have a list of students who have taken the history of the wizarding movement. Oh, there are so many people. Now I'm really getting nervous."

There were a few short laughter from the audience.

"Students whose names have been called, please stand up and introduce yourself to everyone. I know that most of the students here are familiar with each other, but there are also students from other schools here. While I know you, you can also get to know each other .”

Victor called the first student based on the list provided by the school...

In the group of four, Draco was the first to introduce himself, and the first to be called by name among the exchange students present.He just gave his name and his school rigidly, told everyone what grade he was in, and then disappeared.

Victor knew that Master Malfoy was thin-skinned, so he didn't make things difficult for him.

Draco was visibly relieved when he sat down.

Heimdall was the second person in the group of four. When Victor reported his name, there was a tacit draw in the classroom, and all the students unanimously let out an ecstasy "Oh~~~~~~ ~~~~" No matter the boy or the girl, they all turned their heads and gave Heimdall ambiguous eyes, and the smiles on their faces were indescribably intriguing.

Professor Krum remained calm, while Director Sturluson looked straight ahead.

"Professor!" Another bold child raised his hand to speak. "We all know him, and you undoubtedly know him too, and better than any of us here, so we refuse to accept the same self-introduction, we want to listen to it differently."

"Secret."

"Sensational."

"Amazing."

"Or a pounding heart."

The students were chattering and expressing their opinions, but their expressions were surprisingly unanimous: You understand!

Victor cleared his throat, and the classroom gradually became quiet. The "killing with eyes" just now left a shadow in the hearts of the students, but their eyes were still blazing, and their spirits were still full of vigor.In other words, they're not ready to give up.

"Mr. Sturluson?" Victor handed over the decision to Heimdall.

Everyone looked at him in unison, with those small eyes shining with gossip, even when Director Strulusong closed his eyes, he felt dazzling and scorching.

"What do you want to know?" Heimdall asked.

The situation is stronger than the people, so don't put yourself on the opposite side of the masses, and you can't offend the crowd if you do anything.

The students all spoke at the same time, and the classroom turned back into the stadium again.

Heimdall couldn't bear it anymore, "Send a representative, I will only answer one question."

"Three."

"One."

"two."

"Okay, it's up to you." Heimdall turned passive into active, and simply called the names.

The student was stunned, until the classmate beside her pushed her, and she jumped up as if she had just woken up from a dream.

"Hello." Heimdall smiled kindly. "I don't know your name yet."

"Leisanen, Leta Leisenen." She suddenly became a representative, and the girl couldn't let go of it for a while.

"Nice to meet you, what do you want to ask, Miss Lessering?"

The girl opened her mouth, frowned, and hurriedly looked at her classmates.Her friends immediately chirped to offer advice.The girl kept nodding, then straightened her waist and faced Heimdall again.The other students in the classroom waited and watched with bated breath, everyone had a smile full of interest on their faces, and at the same time felt sorry that they could not directly participate.

"We want to know how you conquered Professor Krum. After all, he, I mean Professor Krum, has expressed his...well, love for you more than once in public." The girl actually wanted to say possessive, She was very jealous, because that's what her classmates said. Fortunately, she turned her head faster and modified it before speaking. She didn't want to offend the professor because of it.

"You should ask Professor Kroom that question."

Such an answer obviously did not please anyone, and the students kept booing.

Heimdall couldn't laugh or cry, and Victor couldn't help laughing.

Heimdall said: "The truth is that I depend on him a lot. Rather than saying that he was conquered by me, I actually fell under his wizard robe. You should be very clear that he is a very attractive man. Yes, that's right. , I was conquered by him."

The classroom was quiet for a second. This answer seemed to be more satisfactory than the purely dismissive answer just now, and the students began to whisper again.

Victor glanced at a room chief indiscriminately, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.Chief Sturlusson turned a blind eye very coldly.

"The second question." Professor Krum reminded the girl that time waits for no one.

"How did you meet? Who pursued whom? Were there diaries exchanged? Love letters written? Where was the first date? Where was the first kiss? The first—"

If you ask any more questions, there will be no bottom line, and these questions involve privacy, so Heimdall quickly interrupted her.

"There is no comment now." Heimdall said decisively, "Maybe one day, at the wedding banquet, you will find the answer."

The girls were silent for three seconds, and then burst into screams, and Miss Lessenen had no time to consider whether she was satisfied with this answer, because she was too busy making noise.

Heimdall finally got his wish and sat back on his seat. At this moment, no one was chasing him.

Professor Krum thought amusedly, in fact Director Strulusson almost didn't reveal anything about the key points of the two issues.

The professor maintained order and called the next one.