HP's Foreign Land

"Sounds very good, you must check it out if you have the chance." Anna turned to Heimdall. "Victor is not a student now, can I still visit the school as a parent?"

"I'm afraid not. I've only heard of parents of students, not parents of professors." Heimdall put a mouthful of rich meat soup into his mouth.

Anna and Victor couldn't help laughing.

Anna wrote in a letter sent to Heimdall on Monday, hoping to have a meal with them on the weekend.Heimdall seldom refuses Anna's request, and Victor naturally does his best to satisfy it.Although Victor had already described the school situation in detail in his letter, for Anna, listening to her son's own words was another matter, even if she repeated it a thousand times, she would not get tired of it.

After eating, they drank tea in the small hall.

"Carel Di Rupo? Of course I know him," said Anna. "Why are you suddenly interested in celebrities in the field of therapy?"

"I don't know anything about him, I didn't even know what he did before." Heimdall shook his head. "What do you mean, he's a celebrity?"

"Wizards who might be targeting physicians know him."

"Really? My ambition is the International Wizengamot Justice, but before the Estonian Ministry of Magic's malfeasance case came to light, no, before the case of Professor Lange, I had nothing to do with Andrew Ansip Know."

Victor smiled slightly: "I thought you were just a temporary errand runner in IW, and your ambition was to become an official errand runner."

Heimdall glanced at him haggardly.

"It's normal. Mr. Di Rupo is a celebrity in the healing field. It's not surprising that wizards who don't know this field don't know him. You attended the Barnabas Finkley Awards Gala last year. How did you feel?" Anna said.

"My feeling is why many people here, no matter who is standing on the stage, jumped up and screamed with excitement? I bet that before the award presenters said the names of the winners, those who were as passionate as if they had won the award Wizards are actually like me, they don't know what the winners do." Heimdall couldn't help complaining. "Of course I know that every winner should be praised by the whole world because of their outstanding contributions. I am willing to praise them, and I am very willing to give my own applause, but I can't let myself get carried away and shout like I see my relatives. .”

Anna laughed.

Heimdall added: "Fortunately, I've seen a few Quidditch matches and knew that a wizard named Viktor Krum might win the prize, so it wasn't too bad to jump up and scream."

"Victor Klum? Sounds familiar," said a boyfriend.

"It means that you are not outdated, Professor Krum." Heimdall returned a sweet smile.

Anna's eyes switched back and forth on the two of them, with an interested smile on her face.

"I want to contact Mr. Di Rupo, but I don't know what excuse to use." Heimdall said hesitantly.

"I can send you a message." Anna volunteered. "Mr. Di Rupo will go to the Wizarding Injury Treatment Center of the Wizarding Union on Tuesday to teach junior doctors. I was there that day, and maybe I can give you a line."

"Thank you so much, it saved me a lot of trouble." Heimdall smiled and was a little curious, "What kind of person is he? Isn't he young?"

"Well, he is not tall, so he is not ugly, but he is not handsome. In short, he is a very ordinary old wizard. But he is very energetic, and he can be heard talking in the classroom while standing in the corridor. Some young doctors firmly believe that He cast some sort of rare amplifying spell down his throat."

"It's good to be energetic. Fortunately, he is not the kind of wizard who goes to bed on time at eight o'clock in the evening."

"If I asked you now, why did you find an outstanding doctor, would you tell me?" Victor finally found a chance to say this.

"I didn't tell you?" Heimdall hesitated.

Victor pressed hard, "Of course not, you are busier than a teacher who needs to correct homework for two subjects."

"I'm sorry," Heimdall leaned over and kissed the master's chin. "Of course I'd like to tell you."

After that, he described Newlon's commission, the former director who absconded with the money, and his current hiding place.Heimdall carefully omitted all the details that might involve Grindelwald. He didn't want to provoke any Krum at this time, let alone upset his boyfriend.

"President Newlon took me to see the so-called cemetery that day. It is actually a cemetery. We can only take a look at it from a distance, because it is also a cultural attraction. It is said that a saint is buried in it. For those I haven't fully understood the belief in Christian God... This saint preached in that area before, and was highly respected by the local Muggles, no, it should be worshiped. I really don't know how the former director found that place, and How did you open the tomb and throw yourself in together with money and belongings? The strangest thing is why there is a wizard's protective spell in the Muggle cemetery. From what I have observed, if you want to break the spell, you can only It can only be carried out at night when the security guards guarding the saint's cemetery and the nearby Muggles are asleep."

"That's why you came back late that night?" Professor Krum waited until 10:30 that night.

Heimdall said shyly, "It took some time."

"That is to say, you want Mr. Di Rupo to break the protective spell around the tomb, instead of asking him to treat some intractable disease?" Anna looked surprised.

Heimdall shrugged, "It's not surprising that you don't know, you don't touch that field."

Anna smiled, "It's not better to treat the disease, although it will make our medical workers useless."

Heimdall doesn't see it that way. "Even if house-elves face unemployment one day, it won't happen to medical workers."

"In addition to curing diseases and saving lives, wizard doctors have many options to choose from," Victor said.

Anna and Heimdall looked at him at the same time.

"For example, the exclusive team doctor who serves the Quidditch team has high requirements for professional skills, because the team doctor must understand everything, including formulating nutritional menus for the players, cooking various potions within the regulations, and regularly giving The players check their bodies, and so on."

"It's kind of like a family doctor," Heimdall said.

"Yes, it's just a team as a 'family unit.'"

"The salary of being a team doctor is not low, right?" Heimdall said with bright eyes.

Victor scratched his forehead, "It's higher than the professor's salary."

Heimdall immediately said: "This career has a future!"

Anna and Victor couldn't help laughing.

"How are you recently? How about Plov, um, how?" Heimdall picked up a piece of snack and chewed it.

Victor took a quick look at Heimdall, who looked calm, as if he didn't realize that what he just asked was whether it would rain tomorrow.

It wasn't Anna who did something dishonorable, so Heimdall felt that there was nothing to avoid in front of her. Besides, could it be avoided for a lifetime? !What's more, Anna's stress resistance factor is much higher than they estimated before, and she is not that fragile.

After hearing Heimdall's question, Anna's expression was a little unnatural, but she quickly returned to normal.

"We had a letter last week."

Victor looked surprised and seemed ignorant.

"I thought you..."

"Please continue to think that way, I didn't forgive him, and I can't even find a reason to convince myself to forgive him!" Anna's tone was very strong.

Victor had to keep his mouth shut, and Heimdall patted his thigh under the table to comfort him.

Heimdall stuffed a mouthful of biscuits and asked vaguely, "Why do you communicate? I beg your forgiveness?"

I don't know why, when talking about this matter that made her heartbroken, facing Heimdall's friendly temptation made her calmer than facing her son's cautious gaze.

"He just asked me how I was and told me what he was doing."

"Smart way, this is a slap in the face, trying to numb your vigilance through other things, and ease and dissolve your resistance."

"I think so too." Anna quickly echoed.

Heimdall asked again, "So, does his method work?"

Anna fell silent for a moment.

"...I didn't even know he liked gobstones. He wrote that he and a few like-minded friends started a wizard fishing club, and also joined the East Bulgarian amateur gobstones team, and participated in a competition last month, The results are not satisfactory, and the turnover of the fishing club is not very optimistic."

Heimdall observed her expression: "I believe that when Pulov learned that you have returned to the ranks of nurses, and that you are also a legendary first-level nurse, he must be as surprised as you were that day."

Anna curled the corners of her mouth, and her expression couldn't help but feel a little lonely.

"That child... seems to be in poor health..." Anna mumbled.

"Are you still talking about this?!" Heimdall said in surprise.

"No, no, we never, I mean Plov never mentioned that kid to me."

"How did you know?"

Anna stopped talking again.

No matter how conflicted she was, it was the home she had lived in for more than twenty years. Anna had completely regarded herself as a Krum, and if the scandal hadn't broken out, she would have stayed in Krum forever.Even though she left that home, she never stopped caring for her home and her family.

Heimdall and Victor did not disturb her, and waited silently for the next step.

"As a nurse, my professional ethics urge me to care for every patient, because they need our efforts." Anna paused. "But I can't bring myself to care about that kid, about his health, about what's causing his pain. It's against my inaugural oath. But I just can't... I don't even want him Just die like that..."

The room was eerily quiet, except for the crackling of firewood in the fireplace.

After Anna calmed down, she looked at the two children who were staring at her.

"At this time, shouldn't you rush over and hug me, let me stop thinking about it, and then take out a handkerchief to wipe my tears."

Heimdall looked troubled: "If you want, of course we can do it, but for the part of wiping the tears...you can use your finger to wipe the corners of the eyes, and the eyes will turn red when you wipe the key points, so it looks more natural."

"Okay, I'm being self-indulgent." Anna chuckled.

Victor rubbed Heimdall's hair vigorously.

On Monday morning, the toffee and pods, who had mastered the time of the stone bridge's ups and downs, went to the inaccessible island for sightseeing. Heimdall sat by the stream of Golden Shell Island with the bun in his arms and waited for Draco.Cousin is really getting more and more nourished now, and spent the past weekend with his parents again.

With the help of Rommel, Lucius quickly found a satisfactory house in the outer suburbs of Helsinki, and became neighbors with Rommel.Narcissa didn't have anyone to talk to in an unfamiliar environment, and Nill often visited Rommel after receiving hints from Rommel.Under the leadership of Neil, Narcissa went from the initial weaving class to the later charity activities. According to Draco, she recently participated in a rally for the rights of witches.

"You didn't see Dad's face when he heard that Mom was likely to become a feminist." Draco couldn't help muttering about it to his cousin.

Heimdall said: "Poor Lucius, he has been mentally damaged in recent years."

"When Dobby asked him for his salary, he didn't lose his temper." Draco sympathized with his father very much.

"Is your mother happy? As far as life is concerned."

"You know, it's impossible for a lady of my mother's background to show emotions on her face, but I think she's very cheerful, at least very fulfilling."

"I sympathize with Lucius even more. He will definitely not stop your mother, and your mother's enrichment will definitely continue."

The sudden voice came from the path behind him, followed by the sound of footsteps, pulling back Heimdall's thoughts.

"...Do you have time on the weekend? I heard that there is a good show going on a tour in Northern Europe. Maybe we can go see it together."

This is the voice of La Carini Jr., followed by a soft female voice, of course it is Professor Marina Harlan.

"Sorry, I have already accepted Professor Mecklen's invitation."

One can imagine how disappointed Professor Lacarini was.

Heimdall shook his head regretfully. There is a saying that speed is the most important thing. Today is only Monday, and Professor Mecklen's ability to act is really amazing.

Little Bread spat out the strange chewing stick that Heimdall bought for it to grind its teeth. The new chewing stick that was just used today was crushed into a flat shape, leaving a row of clear holes on the surface.Heimdall shook his head. He couldn't find a chew stick that could withstand the bite of the resident Myra beast, even if it could withstand it twice.

Before parting from Professor Harlan, little Lacarini tried his best to keep himself graceful, and watched him disappear at the end of the path.Then he stepped over the low bushes, walked around the bench, and sat down beside Heimdall.

"I'm sorry to hear about your frustration, it sounds like you were overtaken a block," Heimdall said.

Raccarini rolled his eyes, "If you can keep silent, I am willing to forgive you."

Heimdall took out a pack of biscuits wrapped in a handkerchief, unwrapped it and stuffed a piece into his mouth, not intending to invite the other party to eat together.

"I didn't see Klum today," said Lacarini Jr.

"Leaving school early in the morning, I went to the Comet Broom Company for an appointment. I need to discuss with him about the latest season's endorsement advertisement."

"Spent last night with Krum?"

Heimdall nodded.

"...It's really enviable." Professor Lacarini reached out and grabbed a biscuit the size of a wine bottle lid. "What is this? It doesn't look very pleasant."

"Margarita shortbread." Heim Dalton nodded. "I think you can find a witch willing to spend the night with you in any wizarding pub on the weekend."

"Do you think I only have Professor Harlan's breasts in my eyes?"

"Of course not. Professor Harlan has nothing on her chest. Her back is more attractive than her front... Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Are you sure you're a gay man?"

"Although I like men, it does not prevent me from admiring the beautiful curves of women."

"I thought you'd be slimmer."

"Slender, um, you're right, I should have a chat with Professor Harlan instead of listening to you rough old man complaining."

Little Lacarini grabbed his arm quickly, "I was wrong, please forgive me." He was afraid that Heimdall would do what he said, and go to Professor Harlan to trip him up.

"Professor! Professor Mecklen!"

On the path across the creek, a junior student ran hurriedly holding a book. In front of him, a man who was walking and reading a book raised his head.

Because the distance was not too far, Heimdall, who saw the man's facial features clearly, was taken aback. This scruffy man with a bird's nest head was Professor Mecklen?

"How did Professor Mecklen become like this?!" Heimdall said in surprise. "He looked very...respectable on orientation day."

The student who called ran to Mecklen and said dumbfoundingly: "Professor, you forgot your book."

Mecklen smiled embarrassedly, and when he took the book, the one in his hand fell to the ground.The student was not surprised, bent down to pick it up helplessly, and handed it to Mecklen.The two discussed coursework until the student reminded Mecklen that time waits for no one.

"Let them hand in their homework as soon as possible..." Mecklen walked forward quickly, turning his head frequently and shouting to the students who were still standing there looking at him. "Also, today's class is very important, let them not be absent, or the next exam will be taken—"

"Professor, watch out ahead!" the student screamed.

Professor Mecklen, who didn't look at the road, bumped his head against the tree trunk. He bent down in pain, covered his forehead, and the things in his hands fell to the ground with a clatter.

Students nearby ran up to express their concern.

"I was left a whole street away by such a person." Little Lacarini murmured.

"I think he's cute," Heimdall said.

Raccarini Jr. immediately stared at him accusingly, as if hating a class enemy.

"Don't worry, I'm on your side." Heimdall patted him on the shoulder.

Little La Carini was finally in the mood to stuff the margherita biscotti he had been kneading for a long time into his mouth.

"My grandmother's name was Margaret." Heimdall said suddenly.

"Oh," Little La Carini couldn't help slowing down his chewing. "It's delicious and tastes good."

Heimdall smiled, "You don't have to do this."

"I mean it, it tastes really good, with a fine texture as opposed to a rough profile."

"Rig, I'm sorry I'm late." Draco walked quickly. "Hello, Professor Lacarini."

"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy." Little Lacarini stood up and smoothed his skirt.

The two cousins ​​were about to leave, but Lacarini Jr. said with some embarrassment, "Can you give me two more biscuits?"

Heimdall picked out two pieces and handed them to him.

Lacarini Jr. couldn't believe that he really only gave himself two dollars.

"Where can these biscuits be sold?" Little Lacarini thought viciously, let's buy two big bags, eat one and throw the other away!

"Professor Klum's Dessert Baking Station."

"Where is the store?" Professor Lacarini didn't respond for a while.

Director Sturlusson ignored him and put down the bun.

It wasn't until the two of them walked away that he suddenly realized, staring at the two biscuits in his palm, were these made by Krum? !

Every time he took Potions, Heimdall felt nervous for no reason. It had nothing to do with grades or homework. Even though his current Potions grades had improved a lot, the professor's notes on the homework seemed more friendly than the words used by the astronomy professor. Deep-rooted resistance cannot be erased.

"Today we will learn to make several enhancers with different medicinal effects." Professor Langer copied the methods of making several enhancers on the blackboard, and then turned to face the students. "Please memorize them, students. I will erase the writing on the blackboard when you start making potions."

Heimdall stared nervously at the series of formulas that seemed to be born to oppose him, and at the same time complained a little about why the professor didn't allow them to use class notes when making potions.

"Salazar, how many enhancers?!" Draco whispered in Heimdall's ear. "Last school year it took us a week to formulate a booster, and it was the least effective one."

"Last school year, the main potion of fifth grade in our school was a palliative." Heimdall's face was full of past memories.

"That's really hard, OWLs level," Draco raised an eyebrow. "I did it perfectly, whether answering questions or operating."

"I believe your Potions professor must be very pleased and proud. Mr. Malfoy, could you please do me a favor so that I can also feel pleased because of you?" The elusive Professor Langer appeared behind the sneaking duo.

Draco was pissed, why did the professor pop up just as he was talking?Turning around, I saw my cousin squinting at him, and the shape of his mouth seemed to say: Don't hold me back.

Master Malfoy is a bully, he knew that his cousin had the blood of the Malfoy family in his body, and he would be revenged.

Before the practical operation begins, the students go to the shelf next to the desk to select materials according to the writing on the blackboard in their memory.Draco didn't dare to let his cousin intervene, and Heimdall, who was idle, stopped Lange who seemed to be doing nothing.

"What's the matter, Mr. Sturluson? If you want me to repeat the writing on the blackboard to you, I won't agree."

Heimdall shook his head with a smile, "It's about enhancers. According to your description in class, this potion can only be used as an aid to specific potions, is that true?"

"That's right. With the wizard potion production technology so far, enhancers are generally recognized as auxiliary medicines. They are used in different auxiliary fields due to differences in their efficacy." Lange looked at him. "I'm surprised. It's the first time you've been so diligent and inquisitive about Potions."

Heimdall laughed twice, "Recently, what we have learned is enhancers. I saw this aspect in the newspaper this morning, so..."

"You mean the report that some researchers confirmed that enhancers can be used alone?"

"Yes, it said that enhancer is expected to become a new healing agent, and it is even expected to replace the special drug that stimulates the recovery and growth of bones and muscles. Anyway, it is miraculous."

Professor Lange's reaction was very flat, "For those advanced things, naturally, researchers volunteered to represent wizards all over the world to pioneer. I'm just an ordinary Potions professor, and I can't understand too esoteric academics."

Lange studied under potions master Andrew Ansip. Although the three masters and apprentices did not stick to the field of potion making in the end, Ansip had a long-standing reputation in the field of potions, so Heimdall did not believe Lange's self-effacing words.

Heimdall decided to bring this topic to an end, "I noticed that the name of the researcher in the report looked familiar, not because of the potion itself." It's a pity that the photo is a bit blurry, and the middle breath cannot be seen clearly Looks like a real old man.

"I'm sorry." Lange's expression suddenly became severe.

Heimdall groaned, too smug, he forgot that he was a Potions professor.

"Why hasn't Draco come yet? I'll go and see..." Chief Sturlusson fled spinelessly.