HP's Foreign Land

In order to feed the corals and rock worms, the bathtub was filled with sea water, which made it easier for An to widen his eyes. Mr. Stulusson silently praised himself for his foresight. When he opened the bedroom door, he saw the big eyes on the bed, and the corners of his mouth twitched. one time.

He rushed to the bed in two steps in three steps, hugged his big eyes, and rushed back into the bathroom.Fortunately, when entrusting it to Xiao Ba, he didn't remove the wizard robe, nor did he dry the robe.

Remove the rocks and part of the coral, put the big eyes into the water, and the big eyes that were curled up just now seemed uncomfortable, and soon stretched out. Maybe they have come into contact with the familiar environment, even if they are asleep, they still instinctively feel at ease.

Heimdall looked up at Xiaoba who was hanging from the ceiling and stared at him, and said, "It likes water, so I can't put it on my bed."

Xiao Ba was puzzled, "Isn't the bed more comfortable?"

The lazy head of the office, Stulusong, wished to lie on the mattress for 24 hours, and it would be best if he could lie flat even in class.This action seriously affected the judgment of the non-humanoid babies, making them think that all humanoid creatures with two legs prefer to lie down rather than sitting.

This is a wrong example and should not be taken.

"It's true for me, not necessarily for it." Heimdall didn't feel embarrassed at all. "Big eyes prefer to be in the water. Part of their usual activities on land are to expand their range of activities, and the other may be for predation."

In fact, he didn't know much about Lusalka's living habits. After all, it claimed to be extinct as early as the end of the eighteenth century.But this thing is not accurate. The book says that the last queen falcon disappeared in the last century, and his Olar will definitely welcome the new millennium alive and kicking.

Heimdall decided to go back and look for some books on Lusalka when Pod scurried into the bathroom.

[Toffee's new friend? ] The black cat jumped onto the edge of the bathtub, wagging its tail and looking at the big sleeping eyes in the water.

"This is Lusalka, right?" To be honest, Director Strulusson was not very sure.

The key point is that he has never seen the real Lusalka except in his atavistic period, so he has no other choice but to turn to the pods that were born before Lusalka's "extinction".

The black cat went around the bathtub a few times pedantically, not forgetting to shake its head during the process.

[It should be, it is quite similar to when you returned to your ancestors. As far as I know, no other aquatic life has a similar form. ] Pod paused for a final summary. [No mistake, Lusalka! ]

"Why am I even more unsteady..." Heimdall couldn't help muttering.

Pod flicked his tail and whipped him.

Toffee squeezed over reluctantly, and Bun tried to jump up and grab the edge of the bathtub several times because it was not yet at the height of the bathtub, but failed.The last time its forehead hit the solid bathtub wall, making a loud crash, Heimdall was startled, and quickly picked it up to look at its forehead.After touching it for a long time, nothing happened, but a crack was knocked out of the bathtub.

Little Bread grabbed the favorable terrain and looked down. Heimdall smiled and adjusted his posture so that it could see more clearly.

The little ones in the water shrank into a ball, and the not-so-spacious bathtub turned into a big one instead.Studies have shown that people who like to sleep with their bodies curled up subconsciously lack a sense of security. It is not known how true this statement is, but Heimdall believes that big eyes lack a sense of security.This baby is so thin and fragile that it seems that she has not yet reached the age of weaning.

There are also creatures in the natural world that leave their parents to fend for themselves as soon as they are born, such as crocodiles. Their parents have never seen what they look like. According to Heimdall's limited understanding of Lusalka, they do not seem to implement a "free-range" policy.

"Xiao Ba, I'll trouble you to take care of it tonight." Heimdall wiped his face, and when he was about to stand up, his eyes blurred, and he almost fell into the bathtub with the bun in his arms.

[What’s wrong with you? ] Doudan realized that his complexion was very bad.

"Probably caught a cold." Heimdall didn't care too much, put down the bun, and stood up while supporting the basin shelf.

The groggy feeling became more and more obvious after leaving the bathroom, so he gave up the idea of ​​going to Draco to take a bath. After taking off the wizard robe, he took out the magic mirror and put it next to the pillow, ready to go to bed with the master connect.He walked back to the bathroom, took a casual shower by standing on the edge of the bathtub with the hand shower, stepped on the water all over the floor, put on his pajamas indiscriminately, covered his hair that was still dripping, and left the bathroom with a tired face , walked to the edge of the bed and lay down, and after a while, there was no movement.

When Pod ran to look, he was already snoring.

In the middle of the night, Bean Pod and Toffee woke up almost one after the other, and when the vague noise sounded again, Little Bread also opened his sleepy eyes.The three of them came to the bedside following the sound, and found that Heimdall was humming with his eyes closed. After looking at the bun and toffee for a while, they turned around and went back to sleep without noticing anything unusual.Pod knew better than them, wondering if the person on the bed was sick, and was hesitating whether to try to wake him up, Heimdall turned over, and the unconscious moans disappeared.

Doudou heaved a sigh of relief, lay down on the edge of his pillow and looked at him worriedly, and then fell asleep like that.

The next day, Heimdall got up all the time, and the lazy pod turned over. When it realized something and jumped up suddenly, Heimdall had already gone out.Bean Pod was walking back and forth on the side of the pillow, and his eyes suddenly caught sight of something, so he bit the pajamas that Heimdall had replaced and pulled hard, only to see that the inside of the pajamas was full of reddish-brown spots.

"Mr. Sturluson?" Professor Lange patted Heimdall on the shoulder.

Heimdall was shocked, "I'm sorry Professor, I was distracted."

Lange was not in a hurry to blame him for deserting, "You don't look very well, are you feeling unwell?"

"No……"

Draco, who partnered with Heimdall in the Potions operation class, suddenly said: "Mr. Strulusson looks bad in the morning." Draco may not be very good at taking care of people, but he didn't notice it after lunch If the people around him are different, then it's not that he doesn't know how to take care of others, but that he is dull.

Lange stared at Heimdall for a few times, and found that the other party's face was pale, his breathing was a little heavy, and there was a faint lingering look of exhaustion in his eyes. Maybe the other party tried his best to hide it, but how could he hide it from Andrew Lange.When Professor Lange was wearing a politician's mask and talking to the media reporters, Director Strulusson was not even a fertilized egg, so he didn't know which space he was floating in.

"I suggest you go to the school doctor," said Professor Lange.

"I really..." Heimdall was interrupted just as he spoke.

"Immediately." Lange said decisively.

"I'll go with you." Draco realized that it was wrong after he said the words, and quickly added, "If the professor allows."

"Let me go." Rang Na, who was behind them and always paying attention to the movements here, raised her hand.

"I'll do it." Todor insisted. "I've already prepared the potion assigned by the professor."

Heimdall was both moved and a little bit ironic.

"I really hope you guys stop being so nervous when I'm really terminally ill. Now I can walk, stand, and eat."

A few friends couldn't help laughing when they heard that, he really ate a lot at noon.

"Professor Lange," Heimdall said, "I'll see the school doctor after class."

Lange was noncommittal, "It would be great if you were so 'positive' about Potions."

Heimdall looked down at what he said, and out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Draco making a face at him.

After class, Lange immediately felt something was wrong when he noticed that someone who should have gone to the school doctor was still lingering in the classroom. This kid was usually eager to be the first to rush out of Potions class.

"Where are your friends?" Lange stopped Heimdall and walked out of the classroom with him. As expected, his condition didn't seem to be improving, and he still looked sick.

"I let them go first." Heimdall said calmly.

"Go," Lange said. "I'll take you to the school doctor."

Heimdall's face collapsed.

"It's not good to avoid diseases and avoid medical treatment." Lange shook his head.

"I can't go to the school doctor..." Heimdall hesitated.

"why?"

Heimdall looked hesitant.

"Don't say it if you don't want to, but sick—"

"No! I believe in your character, you are not the kind who can't keep your mouth shut."

Lange was really at a loss, and couldn't figure out why he went astray.

"Rig, are we talking about the same thing?" Professor Lange asked his doubts.

Heimdall seemed to have made some kind of decision, "I don't want to go to the school doctor because I don't trust the school doctor's medical skills, but..." Because he didn't know how to say it, his expression was a bit tangled. "Can we talk in private?"

Lange's eyes focused on the side of his neck, and he glanced at him quickly, said "forgive me", reached out and gently pulled the collar of Heimdall's shirt. Next, Lange raised his eyebrows, Heimdall Not surprised by what he might have seen.

Lange let go, "Then come to my office."

He took Heimdall back to his room.

"Sit." After entering the door, Lange pointed to the chair in front of the desk.

Heimdall sat down as promised. After sitting down, he found his legs trembling slightly. He stood for two classes to make the potion. He didn't feel anything at ordinary times, but now he couldn't bear it anymore.

Lange put a cup in front of his eyes, he picked it up and took a sip, it was plain water.

Perhaps his illness made his expression more honest. Lange said, "I'm not a doctor, and I don't know your cause of disease. Of course, I won't just give you medicine."

Heimdall drank the water in the glass, sighed after putting it down.

"Let me show you what makes me uncomfortable." With that, he stood up and began to undress.

Lange had doubts when he noticed the red marks on his neck just now, but people didn’t say that you can’t force them. Now Heimdall took the initiative to mention it, which saved him a lot of trouble. Heimdall is not just perfunctory. To tell him the truth.

Professor Lange, who always gave people a sense of calmness, couldn't sit still after seeing Heimdall take off his sweater vest. When his shirt was also taken off, his expression changed and he jumped up.

Muttering something that Heimdall couldn't understand, Lange walked quickly to Heimdall's side.

Maybe the blood oozing out from the skin is a little frightening, but Lange is not frightened by the dotted blood that seems to have dried up. What surprised him was the scales hidden behind the blood.Lange couldn't help touching it lightly, and the skin under his hands froze immediately.

"Sorry, does it hurt?" Lange couldn't help taking a step back.

"It's not painful." Heimdall smiled wryly. "It's just a little uncomfortable."

Lange nodded. He carefully observed the turquoise scales. They were mixed with the smooth skin. Bloodshots came out from the place where the skin and scales met.

"What's going on here?" Even the well-informed Lange felt helpless.

Heimdall was silent for a moment, "Do you know how to return to your ancestors?"

Lange looked at him in surprise.

Afterwards, Heimdall explained why he became like this, and answered Langer's questions. In short, he told the other party the whole story. He didn't stop talking until Langer showed that he had fully figured it out. At the same time, a sigh of relief was felt.

"How long has this been going on?" Langer asked.

"From last night to now, I waited for a while after I went ashore yesterday before the effect of the medicine began to decline."

"That is to say, when it appeared in front of other students, the effect of the medicine did not completely fade?"

"No, I'll come out when I can see my face."

"Do you still have ancestral meatballs?" Lange asked.

"There is one more." Heimdall took out the ball.

"You don't mind..." Lange said.

"No, no, no." Heimdall handed the balls to him, and took out the portable notebook by the way, and copied the copy in the notebook for Lange as well.

Lange took the note and said with emotion, "You should understand that this thing is likely to change the history of wizards and potions."

"You are exaggerating." Heimdall was speechless.

Lange smiled, "It's because you don't take it seriously."

Heimdall still had a look of disbelief.

Lange said again: "But the key depends on who is holding the prescription. Small fights like you and your classmate really don't affect anything, except for a wizard to degenerate into the appearance of his ancestors, and eventually One day lives longer in water than on land."

Heimdall's face turned even paler, "...Really?"

"That's my guess, based on your current situation," Lange said. "The efficacy of the Zuzu ball seems to be unstable. If your classmate made the ball according to the recipe given by the mermaid, it is reasonable to say that your recovery should be similar to the last time, but from your description, it seems to be worse than the last time. Uncomfortable and longer. What does this mean?"

Heimdall opened his mouth, "Side effects."

"But everything is just my guess." Lange raised the note in his hand. "Please allow me to study the formula."

Heimdall nodded hastily.

"You'd better stop eating these meatballs," suggested Lange.

Heimdall hesitated, "Leon, that's my friend, is there any problem with the balls he made?"

"Judging from the current situation, it should be too much to say."

Heimdall smiled wryly.

"Don't worry about anything else, go back and rest quickly." Lange looked unquestionable.

"Don't you need to take medicine?" Heimdall was full of hope.

"Your situation is caused by the side effects of atavism. I believe that the school doctor will not have drugs that can treat your situation. I choose to believe in your recovery ability for the time being, because you have been emphasizing not to underestimate your health If it doesn’t improve, I will pressure you to go to a regular wizarding hospital for systematic treatment.” Lange paused. "Oh, I shouldn't be needed at that time. Someone will definitely be furious, or more than one person will be furious."

Heimdall pursed his lips, "Can you keep it a secret for me? Don't let 'someone' and 'more than one person' know, don't tell others."

"Go back to the dormitory as soon as you can use your brain!" Lange gave the order to evict the guest without politeness.

It was already night when Heimdall opened his eyes, and he sat up in a daze. In a blink of an eye, he saw the master sitting on the edge of the bed with a blank expression and staring at himself. He was right, he was indeed staring at himself.

"You're back?" Heimdall laughed.

Victor raised an eyebrow, and Heimdall continued to smirk.

Victor touched his forehead, "Well, the fever is gone."

Pod, who had been lying next to the pillow, turned around and jumped out of bed when he heard it, and went to read the evening paper.

Heimdall felt a lot more relaxed, but he didn't feel that relaxed right now.

"...you know everything?"

"Professor Lange told me."

"He promised me not to tell others!" Unexpectedly, Lange was a big mouther, and Director Sturluson expressed his indignation.

The master didn't like his clumsy way of changing the subject, and still looked calm.

"Presumably he thinks I'm not 'someone else.'"

Heimdall didn't dare to say anything anymore, he lowered his head and snapped his fingers seemingly aggrieved.

Victor sighed, and said kindly, "Take off your clothes and let me see."

Heimdall took off his pajamas, and the scary scales and inlaid flesh had faded away, leaving only a faint bruise, and the large bruises on his body seemed to be hit by some heavy object.

Although he didn't see the horror that Lange described to him, the scene in front of him still made the master feel distressed.Why do you think this baby is always in trouble? Does it have to be tied to the belt to save worry? !

Heimdall peeped at his boyfriend's face, but he didn't dare to say something comforting, because it would only be counterproductive to the master.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Heimdall couldn't hold back after all.

The master gave him a hard look.

"How's the big eye?" When Heimdall came back in the afternoon, he saw that it was still soaking in the bathtub and didn't move.

"That little Lusalka?" Victor asked.

"Have you seen it?"

The master gave him a sideways look.

Heimdall knew that he was asking the question again. He rubbed against Victor, hugged him, and whispered, "I'm fine, I miss you, don't you miss me?"

"I've only been away for 37 hours." The master said stiffly, letting him hug him.

"I call life like a year, 37 hours is a year and a half."

"I remember you were fine 37 hours ago."

Heimdall was at a loss, he buried his face in the hollow of his shoulder and rubbed it back and forth. He remembered that this move was quite effective, so he would remember this move. If it didn't work, he could only use the last big move.

"When will you stop being brave." Victor lifted his head up to prevent him from kneading himself into a big pie.

"Wait until the enemy is too strong." Heimdall said solemnly.

Victor didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and kissed his mouth hard.

"Where are the big eyes? You haven't answered me yet." Heimdall noticed that his attitude changed, and his own attitude also changed accordingly.

"It's fine in the bathroom." The master looked unhappy, feeling that he was being compared.

Heimdall immediately leaned over to the chick to peck the rice, and asked while pecking, "Is it okay?"

"better than you."

"...I'll go take a look at it." Heimdall rolled over and got off the bed. "Isn't it afraid of you? It's quite timid."

"Accompany with toffee."

Heimdall still feels incredible, but Heimdall still remembers its timidity and cautiousness.

Victor said: "It was really scary at first, but then I gave it the rubber duck hanging on the side of the frame, and it became quiet after a while."

Heimdall gaped.

Victor said again, "I see it was playing very vigorously. I threw all your little submarine and lifebuoy bear to it. It just hugged those things and ignored me."

Heimdall laughed.

Before entering the bathroom, Victor said to him, "What are you going to do?"

Heimdall knew what he was referring to, "I'm not going to reveal its existence. I will tell my father about it, but I won't suggest that the Sturluson family take any action against it. Lusalka is extinct. The Sturluson family doesn't 'need' them anymore. I feel like some people in the family are trying to downplay that history, why bother with those people, and maybe bring disaster to the big eyes. It belongs to the big Naturally, its home is Heideggerach."

Victor stroked his cheek, then pushed open the bathroom door.