HP's Foreign Land

"Mr. Klaus..." The green-robed lady looked at the boss dully. She didn't expect that Klaus, who likes to stay at the headquarters, would appear in "remote" Finland and even overheard the conversation just now.

"Marianna, thank you, you did a good job." Klaus was still gentle.

The lady in the green robe had a very stiff expression on her face. Klaus's words seemed to have touched something. She lowered her head and hurried past the students sideways, leaving with slightly messy footsteps.

Adam walks up to Victor, who has given up studying the little flower on the glove.

"Hi, Mr. Krum...sorry," Adam corrected apologetically. "You should be called Professor Krum."

Victor raised the corner of his mouth, "Hello, Mr. Claus." Adam's deliberate second half of the sentence was omitted at the same time.

"I hope you and your students can gain something in this studio." Adam said and looked at the students.

"I don't think your worries are necessary at all. I'm sure that we all have something to gain." I don't know if it was intentional, but Victor emphasized the pronunciation of "we". "If we hadn't brought them here, we wouldn't have met that 'excellent' employee just now, and we wouldn't have had the opportunity to see the epoch-making latest research products of your lab."

Adam fell silent for a moment, then laughed at himself, with no displeasure or embarrassment visible on his face.

He is getting better at hiding his emotions.Although everyone is trying to enter the drama in their own position, in order to make life seem more meaningful, try to be at the mercy of fate instead of manipulating fate, the more superior the person, the more so.

Heimdall doesn't want to comment on Adam Cross's submission or resistance, but he misses the sugar mouse Adam.At that time, Adam proved his worth by making broomsticks. He remembered the messy studio, endless ideas, brilliant designs, and dizzying drafts... Today, Klaus is a man who obeyed his fate and inherited the past. Aristocratic lord who doesn't think there's anything wrong with this way of life.

Heimdall also hypothesized that "if Rieger became a nobleman", whether he would be like Adam, but unfortunately the assumption could not be established from the beginning.Because his living environment and the people he has been in contact with since he was a child are different from Adam. At least Adam had resisted before he obeyed. Heimdall could not prove that he could do better than Adam, or that he had been "rebellious" longer than Adam.

The students present exchanged funny glances with each other, and the children standing behind the crowd were blatantly snickering because Klaus's line of sight was blocked.

After a while, Klaus found his voice again.

"Then it won't delay your continued study." Even though he said that, he didn't mean to leave.

The students dispersed again, and it seemed that they really went to study as Adam said.However, more than half of the children still chose to watch the cool broom, pointing at the glass cabinet, and turned the book to the chapter about the patent on the broom axis.

Draco finally made his way to the front row and walked around the glass case, not seeing a single sparkle except for the streamlined broom handle and the broom tail made of gleaming flexible branches.Master Malfoy quickly lost interest and looked at the other three.

Todor and Jeanna followed Yael to watch the broom. Yael may be the one who knows the broom best among all the students present, except for Heimdall.Under his explanation, Todor and Jeanne went from being out of place to getting better. At the same time, they understood what Heimdall said just now, and couldn't help murmuring their praise.

"Actually, that's nothing. After reading books like "Brooms and Axles", "Precision Manufacturing of Vibration Control", and "Complete Collection of Competitive Brooms", anyone will become a person who can speak well." Put gold on your face.

Heimdall turned to the maintenance cabinet and looked at the ancient utensils displayed inside.

Victor came up behind him.

"It's wonderful, they are really beautiful." Heimdall was amazed.

Victor glanced at the mid-century chimney brushes and peeling measurers.

"Oh yes, maybe."

Heimdall glanced at him, "You don't have to force it, I know you don't think so, after all I'm so... well, I can't always belittle myself calmly, you understand what I'm trying to say."

"Honey, I don't see it that way, take back your eyes," Victor laughed. "Actually, you're not always like that... Well, you understand what I'm trying to say, otherwise I wouldn't be standing here talking to you like that."

Heimdall smiled.

"Hello."

The two turned their heads at the same time, and Adam Klaus looked at them with a smile.

"It's not good at all," Heimdall said. "You should wait for us to finish our affectionate gaze before coming back, so that it will appear that you know the timing, are smart and likeable."

"...I'm sorry?" Adam said confusedly.

"It's nothing, don't take it to heart, it's just a sudden complaint." Heimdall emphasized sincerely.

He could bet a Galleon that the other party got it, but maybe not - who really knows but Klaus and some efficient magic, and by the way, Merlin - it doesn't matter .

"Then I..."

Victor didn't finish, but Heimdall interrupted him.

"Where are you going?"

Victor glanced at the seemingly calm Adam, leaned over and whispered in Heimdall's ear, "Mr. Strulusson, as a professor, you shouldn't get too involved in the students' conversations."

Heimdall was indifferent, pretending not to understand what he meant by taking advantage of Mr. Claus.

Victor added, "I'll give you five minutes to get rid of him, my dear."

"5 minutes?!" Heimdall said in surprise. "I haven't even started talking about the weather!"

Victor smiled shortly, "That's 5 minutes and 30 seconds."

"Okay, I'll try." A look of reluctance.

"Please take it seriously and hurry up, or I will be jealous."

"Please respect yourself, Professor."

Professor Krum twisted Heimdall's nose, nodded to Klaus who was always waiting for the end of their whisper, turned and left.

Heimdall looked back and looked in a certain direction.

Adam said, "How does it feel? I mean this showroom."

"Eye-opener."

"Thank you."

Heimdall smiled, "It's not a compliment, it's really an eye-opener."

Adam smiled slightly and said in a good mood: "Thank you again. Every collection here is a priceless treasure to me, and I have spent a lot of effort for them."

Heimdall's eyes fell on the inside of the glass cabinet. Below the exhibits were pearly velvet upholstery and gorgeous enamel and gold-plated brackets.

"I can tell," said Heimdall.

"That fusion axis broom." Adam said again.

"Which one? The three axes of magic?"

Adam's expression was a little harsh, and Heimdall looked back innocently.

"Yes, that broom." Adam decided to compromise. "It is the negligence of the headquarters, which did not check the products carefully. But I must declare that the birth of this broom does not represent the entire Klaus broom research laboratory, it is a product of the Finnish studio."

"With all due respect, you said that this broom does not represent the entire research laboratory, but if I were a consumer, if there was a problem with the broom, I would definitely go to the Klaus broom research laboratory directly, because I chose it for the reputation established by the entire research laboratory. Go buy, not some Finnish branch."

Adam fell into silence, and after a moment, he sighed, "You're right."

"I hope you don't think I'm targeting you."

Adam smiled silently, looked at his face, and said softly, "I miss your targeting."

Heimdall pretended not to notice.

Adam adjusted calmly.

"But in this way, the 10 fusion axis brooms ordered by Mr. Sturlusson will be ruined, and our research laboratory needs to pay a liquidated damages for this."

Heimdall asked in confusion, "Mr. Strulusson?"

"Solger Sturluson, don't you know?" Adam said strangely. "Mr Solger Strulusson has ordered 10 new brooms for the Norwegian Quidditch team, and it appears he is going to give them to the Macaws free of charge for use next season."

Heimdall blinked, "What is Mr. Solger Sturluson going to do, why would I know?"

"I thought the Sturlussons were macaw supporters," said Adam, of course, seeing that his guess was wrong. "Isn't it? I'm sorry."

"Even if he buys 100 brooms, it cannot represent the Sturluson family. This is his personal behavior."

"Sometimes it's not as simple as it seems," Adam said. "When a member of the family has certain behaviors because of a certain incident, if these behaviors do not stop, but happen again and again, then the people around will naturally lead to the result of this incident Zoom in on that family wanting to see that result."

"But at present he only ordered 10 brooms, and he will wait until he decides to order 100 brooms. And these 10 brooms can't be honored, so it seems that my behavior has hindered the result."

Adam nodded.

Heimdall thought for a while and said, "Why didn't I think of ordering brooms for the Vulcan team?"

Adam shook his head amusedly.

Heimdall joked: "Order 100 in one go, and then wizards all over Europe will know that the Strulusson family is going to support the Vulcan team."

"Can I imagine such a moment?" The boss of a broom research laboratory couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, if you think about it and it becomes a reality, the world would have been destroyed long ago."

Adam: "..."

Heimdall spent almost the whole day of Saturday in the plant maze on Kirishima. He and the members of the study group held the illustrated book of magical plants borrowed from the library, compared the pictures and text descriptions above, and walked in the maze. Look for plants that are written about in books.Fortunately, each plant is quite different, otherwise they must have been dizzy by the maze, but when they had dinner at night, they all agreed that they were already dizzy.

"Jeanna only ate noodles for dinner, and she picked out all the vegetables in the noodles. You didn't see her eyes on a plate of vegetable salad. In order to keep her figure, she must not eat meat at night."

Heimdall was lying on the bed, with lavender and grass-green sheets under his body, and a Potions textbook spread out in front of him—the cauldron in the picture was smoking, and several processed materials were delivered one by one into the crucible.

Victor sat behind the desk by the fireplace, and when he heard his words, he turned around and said, "You should learn more from Jeanne in terms of diet, even if you don't like vegetables, you should allow yourself to eat some staple food instead of always eating meat. "

"I know, I know," Heimdall relaxed, then turned over, his eyes looked up, and the hazy reflection swayed on the ceiling. "But I can't control my mouth."

Victor put down his quill and the last of his fifth-year herb homework—sometimes he would share some of Professor Niinisto's work.

"As long as you show the courage to force yourself to review Potions." Victor stood up and walked towards Heimdall. He stopped by the bed and looked down at the heavy Potions textbook on the bed with critical eyes.

"Are you implying something, Professor Krum?" Heimdall turned around and closed the book.

Victor leaned over and took it away, setting it on the bedside cabinet.

"I think I'd be happier if you had a textbook on the history of the wizarding movement, Mr Sturluson."

Heimdall arched, sat up against the headboard of the bed, and held out his arms to him.

Professor Krum made a thoughtful expression on purpose, "I think I will allow you to make up for it in other ways."

On Sunday morning, the members of the study group who were not under the pressure of catching up early gathered for breakfast in the student square of Gray Shell Island. Heimdall was eating bacon toast and looking up happily in the bright sunshine.He thinks he can tolerate a glass of mixed vegetable juice for breakfast if he basks in the warmth of the sun every day.

"Our letter is here." Todor said, looking at the distant sky.

After a while, groups of owls appeared over the student square, and there were some bats and unknown strange birds in the group. Olar was undoubtedly one of the strange birds.

He received more letters than expected, and Heimdall picked them up suspiciously.Two from Durmstrang—from Carlo and Leon; one from Beauxbatons—Lian had been trying to introduce his girlfriend to them, and these three were expected.There are three more.One was from Anna. Before he came to school, Anna mentioned that he would send a letter of greeting. Heimdall smiled and put it down.The second was from Uncle Lucius, and it was no surprise to receive a letter from Uncle Lucius.

The problem is the last one.The courier who sent the letter was a small bat. The sender's signature and detailed address could not be found on the envelope. The seal of the Turkish Wizarding Bank was stamped on the back of the envelope.

Heimdall had a solid idea, so he opened the letter first.Sure enough, the sender was Nurem, the president of the Turkish Wizarding Bank.

[Please let me save the words of greeting and leave space for more important and meaningful things. 】New Lun cut straight to the point.

[Under your introduction, I directly contacted the wizard who was in charge of collecting debts for us. Although we knew nothing about his background, we chose to trust your judgment and have always believed in it. 】Heimdall laughed three times in his heart: Come on, you must be like those noble pure-blood wizard families who hire a house-elf to thoroughly check the blood. Eight or nine out of ten have investigated the wizard's ancestors for eight generations , Don't act like you really don't know anything.

Perhaps the expression on Chief Sturluson's face was a bit strange, Draco secretly glanced at his cousin's face while drinking a drink.

[That is an excellent wizard, my colleagues and I are willing to admit this.Just last week, he found and determined for us the place where the ex-director who absconded with money collected money and belongings, and the ex-director himself was also there.This is something to be happy about, but fate just refuses to let go of the goblin who is in trouble.The former director locked the money and things he stole from us and himself in a cave. After our investigation, the cave is actually a wizard's tomb. It is protected by countless spells. God knows what those things are Well, I feel like all the spells in the world are blocked from that tomb.If we can't find a way to break these protective spells, that abominable director will take our money and become immortal with the inscription on the tombstone and the owner of the tomb! ] Heimdall could almost see President Nurem's out of breath.

【Our Gringotts in Turkey needs your help. The debt collector wizard is obviously an expert, but he doesn't seem to be very good at breaking spells.Please introduce some reliable wizards with a conscience. Of course, we will not let them do their jobs in vain. We are willing to pay the salary, and the goblins have always kept their word on this. 】Nurem wrote at the end of the letter:【Looking forward to your good news. 】

"Think of me as Doraemon." Heimdall murmured and put down the letter. "Whoever gives me a treasure bag, I can guarantee that I am not afraid of mice."

"What did you say?" Draco asked closer.

"Nothing," Heimdall picked up the letter from Lucius. "I received a letter from your father. What do you think he will say in the letter?"

"What else can it be? It must be beating around the bush or directly asking about my situation. In fact, I'm going to see them this afternoon."

"Your parents?"

"Correct."

"Then I..." Heimdall hesitated as he looked at the letter in his hand.

"It's two different things." Draco said with a nonchalant look. "I bet this letter was written by my mother, only the envelope was written by my father. My mother doesn't like to let strangers touch her things, including handwriting, when she can't see them. I was in Hoag Watts, she often writes to Crabbe or Goyle, asking them about my recent situation, she seems to think I will hide something. Merlin knows, what can I hide?!"

"Happy silly boy," said Heimdall. "At least you still have a chance to be bothered by this."

Draco's expression was a little embarrassed, and he looked at his cousin apologetically.

"I'm sorry, Rigg, I didn't mean to..."

"No, no, you misunderstood me, it's nothing." Heimdall reassured his cousin. "I'm not that sentimental, and I don't want to be sentimental, otherwise I would pass out several times a day just reading the newspaper."

Draco laughed.

And Heimdall felt a little worried because of the letter from the goblin.In fact, Gringotts Bank has recruited a number of wizards who have made great achievements in breaking spells, and Bill, the boss of the Weasley family, is one of them.The reason why the wizard bank president in Turkey wrote to him, presumably their talents there were not useful.

Heimdall wondered if he should pay another visit to the Puffy Fleece Company and ask if they could provide spell-breaking talents.

On Monday morning, while he was eating breakfast in the auditorium, he received a letter from a stranger. The messenger was a beautiful gray-feathered tauren owl.

The appearance of this letter is very ordinary, even a bit shabby, and the paper of the envelope feels a little rough to the touch.Heimdall fiddled with it twice, opened the envelope, drank orange juice from a cup with one hand, and pulled out the letter paper with the other hand.

It turns out how reckless the move was.

"I hear you're having some trouble—"

Heimdall spat out orange juice in one gulp.

This letter has no intention of stopping, and continues to "recite" the sentence aloud repeatedly: "I heard that you are in some trouble."

It echoed across the auditorium, and almost every student stopped to eat or something to look at him.The members of the study group stared at the seemingly ordinary letter in dumbfounded, unable to understand what happened.

Heimdall didn't even bother to wipe his mouth clean, he was shaking and waving his hands in a hurry, to no avail, and the recitation was still so full of energy.He took a deep breath, pulled out his wand, and tried every spell he knew that might stop this, but it didn't work.

He was silent for a moment, smoothed out the letter on the table, pointed the tip of his wand at the sentence "I heard you're in some trouble" on the letter paper, waved it vigorously while gnashing his teeth, and said, "Shut up!"

The recitation stopped abruptly.

After a second of silence, Heimdall let out a deep breath. He stood up and apologized to the students around him. Everyone expressed their understanding. It's a prank, everyone will encounter it once or twice.The members of the study group also believed in this statement, gave a few words of comfort, and re-invested in their own study.

mischief? !The old vegetable skin is still pretending to be tender!

Heimdall's eyes fell on the end of the letter, where there was a string of fancy letters: Gellert Grindelwald.

As for why he was able to send the letter here accurately, and why he knew his situation so well, Heimdall had already learned not to be surprised.

In Grindelwald's letter, he mentioned a wizard who might be able to help him quite "casually". This is the tone of Grindelwald's letter-he is quite capable of breaking spells.

Heimdall took out his little book, and unwrapped a few pages that had been magically closed. They were usually glued together.Heimdall knew that this trick could only guard against gentlemen but not villains, but he believed that if this book really fell into the hands of villains, he did not expect to get it back.

Carefully looked up the names of the fugitives recorded through various materials during his time in IW, as well as the fugitives who are said to have disappeared. There is no Karel Di Rupo mentioned by Grindelwald.

But the list cannot represent everything.Heimdall closed the notebook, glanced sideways at the letter, and thought of the foolishness he had been tossed about by it just now, and suddenly felt guilty.

During the next breakfast time, Director Sturluson replied to the letter. Although the envelope and the letter did not specify where the reply should be sent, he believed that he did not need to bother about this. He directly wrote Hogsmeade Village The address of the Devis Bains store.

He mentioned "Dear Gellert" 5 times in the letter. When Grindelwald read the letter, he was sprayed 5 times with a chalk-like powder that came out of nowhere and turned into a big white face. Dear Gellert sat in the dirty kitchen laughing.

This is a small confrontation between two generations of room chiefs, and it is nearly a century late.