HP's Foreign Land

Judge Sturluson couldn't help grinning after hearing their answers.

"It takes one and a half hours to refine the core of the staff. During this one and a half hours, each player must complete it independently. No communication with wizards outside the field is allowed in any form, and players are not allowed to whisper among each other. A game is a game, and it doesn't matter here. Helping others. If any player needs help, you can tell me directly, I am always on the court."

Because the children's ears were hurt by the thunderstorm just now, they were all well-behaved at the moment, quietly listening to the judges finish all the precautions, and then collectively replied "I heard."

The operation competition of the underage group in the magic wand segment officially kicked off. Just in case, Heimdall left his seat and patrolled the field.

"Judge Sturluson, please look this way!" Not long after leaving the chair, he heard someone calling him softly, and turned his head to see two young wizards who looked like reporters. The master was also standing there smiling and looking at himself.

One of the reporters raised his camera, and the judge Sturlusson hurriedly put on a pose, but he didn't dare to stay too long. Some young contestants had already raised their hands to ask for help.

The intern reporter who took the photo cried out what a pity, the light is good, the background is good, and the people are nice, but the time is too short, if only a few more photos can be taken.

Heimdall squatted at the table and patiently listened to the child's question, and then said, "You don't know these raw materials?"

The little contestant nodded with a painful face.

"I know it." Judge Sturlusson said.

The little contestant blinked his bright eyes with anticipation.

Judge Sturluson pouted at him, "But I won't tell you."

The little player had a small face.

Sturlusson's old judge laughed heartlessly, and walked away, saying to these minors: "Don't expect me to help you identify the materials, I can clearly say that I know every kind, but I just I won’t tell you. If you have any grievances, don’t blame me. If you want to blame it, blame the event organizers, because unfortunately, cheating is also prohibited in our fun competition.”

The parents outside the stadium were dumbfounded.

However, there are only a handful of children with flowery intestines. Except for the gifted child who knows how to "make the best use of everything" at a young age, the other children pretend to be old-fashioned and pick and choose around the table. The other contestants kept their distance, muttering to themselves—the judges said no whispering.

After being exposed for his cleverness, the gifted child wandered around for a while with a gloomy face, finally chose the material he wanted, and waited to start refining it directly.

Heimdall noticed for a moment, this baby originally chose level 2 materials, perhaps based on the psychology of guaranteeing the bottom line, and finally chose another level 3, which is extremely common.Judge Sturlusson thought to himself, instead of wasting his brains to toss his cleverness, it would be better to give it a try in operation... But seeing his way of discarding 2 and taking 3, he was a bit too cautious. He acted like this at a young age. The tender and serious little face that can't even see the pores clearly makes people feel a little mixed.

Heimdall thought of how in his previous life he was still in elementary school when he was about 10 years old, and he was so stupid all day long, so he was happy to see everyone, so he mumbled vaguely, "Young people are awesome", turned around and saw a baby stuffing something in his mouth, and he was very excited. He rushed over in shock.

"Hey hey hey, you can't eat this!" He snatched a part of a plant that looked like Christmas candy from the child's hand.

The little baby babbled, with a look of unfinished thought.

Heimdall quickly grabbed her and asked, "Have you eaten it?"

The little girl shook her head, her mouth kept babbling, and there was a faint sign of haha ​​at the corner of her mouth. Then, when he heard the sound of gurgling, he couldn't help laughing.

"hungry?"

The little girl nodded listlessly, and her eyes couldn't help but focus on the "Christmas candy" that had been taken away again, with a faint green light looming in her eyes.

Heimdall took out a piece of candy and stuffed it into her mouth, "Where are the adults at home?"

The little girl sipped the sweet candy with a happy face. After hearing Heimdall's question, she looked around and pointed in the direction.

With the permission of Alpad's general judge, Heimdall asked the staff to deliver food to the children. As long as the hungry children raised their hands, the staff would bring them the snacks prepared by their parents or provided by the competition. Deliver food to the children.There was chaos in the arena for a while, and it quickly returned to normal.

Under normal circumstances, children's competitions are more enlightened in terms of humane handling, perhaps because pure competitions rarely involve conflicts of interest.

Ever since, the dolls, surrounded by the aroma of rice, coriander, and snacks, began to refine in an orderly or frantic manner.

Every young contestant carries a magic wand with him. All contestants under the age of 11 are children's wands without exception. Only children over the age of 11 have the opportunity to get a wizard wand.However, there is no need to worry that the refining effect of the children's wand is not as good as that of the wizard's wand - it is at a disadvantage at the beginning of the scoring, and the raw materials of level 2 and 3 cannot withstand high-load magic and long-term refining, so the wide channel and durability of the magic cast by the wizard's wand It is useless in front of 2 and 3 materials.

Holding food in one hand and magic wands in the other, the children began to forge, stuffing their mouths full and puffing up their faces, looking very interesting.The spectators outside the arena were overjoyed, and for a while they were enjoying themselves, and the atmosphere did not become depressed and tense because of the critical moment of the game.

It is perfectly normal for the refining to be broken, and if it is broken, you can turn around and get new materials to refine again, the premise is that the refining must be successful before the materials are used up.After each young player selects the material, it will be registered in the register, that is, only the initially selected materials can be used during the operation competition, and no changes are allowed.Once you run out of materials but fail to refine them, but switch to other materials, you will be considered as giving up by the competition.

An hour and a half passed in a blink of an eye. When the staff rang the bell, the judge Sturluson burped a few loudly, which attracted the attention of Alpad next to him. During the inspection, a judge took advantage of his position to fill his stomach.

According to the statistics of the staff, 21 of the 9 contestants withdrew from the competition. These 9 were children who failed to refine before the materials ran out, and they were all under the age of 11. The 9 children were not crying or fussing, they were a little depressed, and all of them drooped their eyes. Judge Sturlusson distributed a piece of candy to each of them as encouragement.

The next 12 contestants went forward to show their works to the judges according to their numbers. The first one to come up was Stewart the black fat pier, and all the five young contestants in front of him fell off.

Stewart walked forward with his head held high and his wand held high. The refined wand core was wrapped in a ball of light formed by magic. At first glance, he thought he was holding a ball of cotton candy.

Heimdall and Arpad nodded inwardly at the same time. This kid's basic knowledge is solid. Unlike other contestants who have dim or narrow balls of light, Stewart's marshmallows are larger in size and lighter in color. It's not stable enough, it often flickers twice as if the voltage is unstable, and it's not round and beautiful enough, but at his age, he can operate the core preservation spell to such an extent, which shows that he has worked hard.No wonder he dared to kick the door of Durmstrang's laboratory.

Not in vain.Heimdall said to himself.

"Judgement, chief judge." Stewart said neither humble nor overbearing. "The raw material I choose is from the branch secretions of the breath-holding plant flower. The breath-holding plant is found all over the Romanian dragon dens. It is said that their seeds are spread by dragons. Today only Romania has such a plant. It is the raw material of the 2nd level wand core .Please observe carefully."

Heimdall laughed, this little fat man is very confident.

"Mr. Stewart, why does breath-holding grass only grow in Romania?" Arpad asked.

The fat black man hesitated.

Heimdall said: "No points will be deducted for not answering."

"I don't know!" Hei Pangdun said firmly.

"You are realistic." Heimdall gave a thumbs up.

Arpad waved his hand absentmindedly, letting Heimdall continue.

Stewart sent the wand forward, Heimdall took out his wand, and Arpad couldn't help but glanced a few more times.

"Don't move." Heimdall reminded.

Stewart was a little impatient, "Hurry up...what are you doing!"

Heimdall ignored his ghostly yelling, and warned again, "Don't move!" Before he finished speaking, the front third of the maple gall sank into the light sphere. "Don't shake your hands, don't shake your hands, hold on tight."

Stewart felt a sudden chill on the back of his hand. Before he could recover, he was stunned to find that the ball of light had been cut in two, and the other half was in the hands of Judge Sturluson.He hurriedly looked in front of his wand, the wand core lay intact in the ball of light, still the shiny cotton candy.Stewart stared at the half marshmallow in Heimdall's hand in a daze.

"What do you think?" Heimdall handed the marshmallow section to Alpad.

"You are the judge, you should come." Arpad lost interest after only one glance. "I'm afraid of saying bad things."

Heimdall understood what he meant, otherwise he wouldn't have just asked the follow-up question about the breath-holding grass just now.

"Mr. Stewart, to be honest, there is nothing wrong with your refining method." Heimdall said, looking at the virtual cotton candy in his hand. "Although proficiency needs to be improved, it is quite good for your age."

Stewart straightened out his thick chest.

"Out of 10, I give 8.5 points..."

Before Heimdall could finish speaking, Stewart cried out in shame, "Why? Didn't you say there is no problem?"

Alpad couldn't understand the quick-fried behavior of the fat black guy, so he frowned and said, "No problem doesn't mean you can get a high score."

Heipangdun was confused.

The reporter with the pen and paper got more and more into the role, and quickly asked Victor, "Do you know the parents of this No. 6 player?"

"I didn't see his parents," the master pointed to the auditorium on the other side of the venue. "That's the professor of player No. 6, he should have come with him."

The reporter gave a hard push to his idle colleague who was catching beauties everywhere, "Hurry up, give me some close-ups."

The reporter who hung the camera hurriedly changed direction. Under the camera, Professor Gucht's face was calm, as if he was out of it, forming a sharp contrast with the relatives who were looking around or chattering.

"The professor is really calm." The reporter who hung the camera murmured.

"In other words you're ruining the original properties of breathhold grass," Heimdall said. "Mr. Arpad asked you the question about the breath-holding grass before, and you didn't answer it."

"You said no points will be deducted." Stewart muttered.

Heimdall smiled, "No points will be deducted, that's right. But I didn't say to give you high marks."

Stewart hesitated for a moment, and reluctantly asked for advice, "Can you be more specific?"

"Yes." Heimdall said. "Have you ever eaten mint?"

Stewart was taken aback, "...I like to eat mint chocolate."

"How does it feel to eat it?"

"It's very refreshing, and it feels very comfortable to eat mint ice cream in summer."

Heimdall nodded, "The breath-holding grass has a similar effect on dragons, but it is not used on adult dragons, but for newly hatched charizard cubs. The cubs' body functions are relatively fragile, and it may Unable to bear the excessive "love" of their parents. Generally, the cubs of the Hungarian Horntail have the greatest demand, and some dragons do not need the breath-holding grass at all. This is related to the size of the dragon and their living environment. Today, the breath-holding grass is in Romania A large number of seeds are sown in the dragon's lair, which shows that the habitat of dragons is no longer as diverse as in ancient times."

The confusion gradually disappeared from Stewart's face.

Heimdall said again, "Your refining method has suppressed the natural magic power of the breath-holding grass, reducing it to a uniformly balanced core. This is the deduction point."

"If I were to rate it, it would be 5.5." Arpad hadn't said much.

Stewart lowered his head in embarrassment.

Heimdall extinguished the simulated core and said, "Do you still want to keep the core?"

The competition allows contestants to keep their own products. Except for No.1, which must be handed over to the competition organizing committee for safekeeping, the rest of the contestants can take their finished products home.

Stewart shook his head.

Heimdall's wand got into the ball of light again, and the ball of light exploded violently after shaking violently. Stewart thought that there would be fluctuations or deafening explosions like he had experienced before, and he was fully prepared mentally. None of what was expected happened.After the light ball exploded, scattered particles surrounded the wand and fell down one after another. These were the ashes of the wand core.Stewart caught it with his hands curiously, and the surface of the skin he touched was suddenly covered with a layer of frost. The frost disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the burning sensation followed.

Stewart was amazed.

"The world of wands is vast, Fatty," said Arpard.

I don't know if Stewart heard it, so he turned around absent-mindedly and left.

Alpad blew his beard and stared, "This little fat man is so rude!"

Zu Ge stepped forward anxiously, "Chief judge, judge."

Heimdall said to Alpad: "Please be merciful."

Arpad didn't want to care about it at first. In the eyes of master wand makers, no matter how good the wands made by these children are, they are no different from toys. The difference is that toys with better quality and toys with lower quality.For Ollivander's sake, Arpad condescendingly took out his wand.

Heimdall took a look, good guy, the wand wrapped in various carvings was like an overgrown corn cob.Heimdall had seen his uncle use a cane to hide his wand, but it was a deception. An over-packaged man like Arpad almost told people in public that his wand was here.But... Heimdall squinted his eyes for a long time, but he couldn't see the real appearance of the magic wand. Naturally, it was impossible to speculate on its material and core.

Let's just count it as one of the hidden methods? !

Alpad didn't even use the virtual cross section, and directly extinguished half of the light sphere to face the inside of the staff core.Speaking of Zug's ball of light, Stulusson's face was full of pride.Look at the luster, look at the brightness, look at the round shape, if the two children are more preserved than the core, Chug is definitely better.

After a while, Mr. Arpad took away the wand, and Zug wanted to keep the finished product and take it home to show his parents.

"How?" Heimdall, the head of the room, was more nervous than the contestant himself.

"Ollivander's old-fashioned approach, the same old conservatism, lack of innovation, lack of originality, lack of imagination, oh, everything is so poor."

Hearing that the core of his staff had been devalued to nothing, Zugnei was overwhelmed, and the head of the department, Stulusson, who protected his shortcomings, resigned.

"Open your eyes and see that nap time is over. We are now comparing children's wands, not a wand design contest for adults. No matter what feud you have with Mr. Ollivander, you must not bring your personal emotions into it." to the judgment."

"What are you in a hurry for!" Arpad said unhurriedly.

"You asked me to stab your apprentice's wand from the beginning to the end, and I will not be in a hurry."

It may be realized that it is indeed too much, but there is no way to fight against each other in the same industry.Arpad cleared his throat unnaturally, "Although there are those... well, not perfect, but the foundation is relatively solid, the length of refining time is well controlled, the core loss rate is below 15.00%, and the integrity and shape are both Very good. Well, this is what the old guy insists on." Speaking of which, he sneaked a glance at the lifeless Strulusson judge. "Then give it 9 points."

Chu Ge smiled happily, "Thank you, chief judge."

Alpad gave a kind smile.

Heimdall nodded, "Good job, keep up the good work."

"I will, Chief!" Zug waved his fists and exited with high spirits.

Alpad grinned at Heimdall, Judge Strulusson decisively turned his head, and coldly called the next one.

Everyone went back to school together after having dinner outside, the students went back to the student dormitory, the professors went back to their own rooms, only Heimdall followed the master back to his room.

The other two professors decided to pretend to be deaf and dumb as before. Anyway, I don't mind anymore, and they put the engagement rings on their fingers.

As soon as he entered Professor Krum's room, Heimdall couldn't wait to put the two framed moving photos on the fireplace shelf.One is a group photo of everyone; the other is a group photo of Zug and Heimdall who won No.3.

"He did well today." Victor came to him and looked at the photo with him.

Heimdall moved the position of the photo repeatedly until it was adjusted to the appropriate position he thought.

"You don't mind putting it here, do you?" Heimdall asked knowingly.

On the shelf of the fireplace are all the photos of the master who was sought after by thousands of people in the arena, and the incomparable scenery, as well as the moment of winning the award, etc., and the other is the photo of Heimdall.Mr. Stulusson doesn't like to take pictures. Apart from shooting advertisements, he doesn't have much chance to take pictures at ordinary times, so there are few photos.

"I wish you could put the photo here," Victor said, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. "Honey, I want to cut off Chug's side and replace it with my own. I swear I won't tell Zug."

Heimdall laughed loudly, his eyes lingered from one side of the photos to the other, and then stopped at a certain one.Strictly speaking, it was not a photograph, but a sketch, written by the master, in which the characters were Yulf and Headmaster Vasilyevich. "

Heimdall picked up the sketch, glanced at it, and put it back gently.

"Pods!" Heimdall suddenly yelled.

The frightened pod ran out of the toilet, [What's wrong?What's wrong?Crying and howling, what happened? ]

"I remember you once said that the place where Headmaster Vasilyevich and Yolf ended up living was called Wildberry Village?"

[Yes, are you going? ]

"I don't know where," said Heimdall.

Jolf left him no information about the village.

[Your man knows, let him take you there. ] Pod wags its tail. [Really, I thought something was wrong...] Actually complained.

"If you do that again, I won't take you there." Heimdall squinted at it.

Doudou was excited, [You want to take me with you? ]

"If you behave well," Heimdall said.

Bean Pod became furious and yelled at Victor, [Take care of your man! ]

Victor pretended to stretch out his left ring finger to it, and said regretfully, "I still expect him to marry me and support his family."

Chief Sturluson laughed arrogantly.

[Both of you are stepfathers who abuse children! ] The pods are incoherent.

Heimdall pointed to the pod and said, "This girl is not cute."

Just as Heimdall was happily waiting for the next weekend - a spring trip to Wildberry Village, Mr. No. 4, whom he hadn't seen for several days, sent him another message.Needless to say, he encountered a difficult Muggle communication problem again, and Heimdall could see his desperation from the lines.

Heimdall didn't know whether No. 4 had "communicated" with the principal in advance, and he easily asked for leave, but he had no class that afternoon.

After sending the letter on the 4th, I waited for three days before seeing Heimdall.

"Haven't you found Di Rupo's house yet?" Heimdall noticed that he was a lot haggard, and he probably had a lot of troubles these days, so he didn't even exchange pleasantries, and went straight to the point.

No. 4 expressed his gratitude for his understanding, "I found it. In fact, my people squatted around their house for several days, but found nothing."

"Wouldn't it be over to find a chance to ask a question?" Heimdall was always surprised.

"They don't go out at all! They screamed and ran home when they saw us. The wizarding world has regulations. Under normal circumstances, wizards are not allowed to enter Muggle houses at will. If they force their way, the consequences will be disastrous." Nearly having a nervous breakdown.

"The rule that you can't enter Muggle houses at will is the same all over the world?" Heimdall asked.

"It's stipulated by the French Ministry of Magic."

"You investigate in Spain, even if you break into ten French Ministry of Magic households, you won't know about it."

Number 4 was in a trance.

Heimdall said sympathetically: "It seems that you really don't know how to deal with Muggles, and such a simple problem has been involved." Because of the unresolved incident, No. 4 is unavoidable. Can't you think of it?Heimdall decided to reserve his attitude and wait for the consequences.

The coquettish French girl was right. Di Rupo’s hometown is in the interior of Spain, a truly remote village. Only regular buses go to those villages every day. The bus is crumbling on the road, and it’s a bit thrilling to climb the mountain.

Fortunately, the wizard didn't have to take the bus, and Heimdall apparated to the small adobe-like village with No. 4.

Everything is yellow as far as the eye can see, and the two olive trees at the entrance of the village are also yellow, not painted or hung with lanterns, but covered with a layer of loess.The bus drove far away, but billows of dust could still be seen rolling behind the rear of the bus, as if it was burning.

This place is not rich, more bluntly, poor.No wonder the girls living in a village in the south of France habitually wrinkle their noses when they say this.

"I can't see that moving here is to make a fortune." Heimdall couldn't help shaking his head when he thought of what the girl said back then.

No. 4 was not in the mood to chat with him, and said: "The materials you asked me to prepare the day before yesterday, what do you think? Is it useful?"

"Whether it's worth waiting until later to find out, I didn't expect you to get such detailed personal information." Heimdall felt that he would look at him with admiration. As expected of the secret police, he was able to obtain Muggle materials from the Muggle world , There are all kinds of details, which are amazing.

No. 4 smiled wryly, "It took a lot of effort, and I got it through the relationship of Judge Arrow."

Heimdall didn't say anything, and led by No. 4 to the vicinity of Di Rupo's house.The houses here are arranged in a strange way, without uniform spacing, appearing scattered and arbitrary.

Heimdall pointed to the gorgeous steeple building in an olive grove not far away, wrapped in exquisite stained glass, simple and solemn, majestic and majestic, with carved beams and painted buildings, but it was incompatible with the local thin and simple cottages.

"That's the church," said Four.

Heimdall was stunned, "Do they have the money to build such a magnificent church? The government allocated funds? Or did they raise funds themselves?" Judging by the living environment in the village, it is likely that they cannot afford the money.

No. 4 said lightly: "Faith."

Heimdall shuddered for a moment, then turned his head and stopped looking.

Five minutes later, No. 5 pointed to the dark corridor and said, "This is right here. Behind this corridor is Di Rupo's house."

"Are you home?" Heimdall asked.

"My people said they were there, and they never left."

In a blink of an eye, Heimdall saw a woman in black sitting in a corner not far away, her hair was combed randomly behind her head, broken hair hung on her forehead, her face was full of vicissitudes, her withered and old hands were working, and she was quickly cutting them and placing them on her lap A small pot of potato skins.The old woman just looked up at them numbly, and then immersed herself in her own world again.

Heimdall looked back, "Where are your people hiding now?"

Number 4 smiled slightly, "I can't say."

Heimdall didn't ask any further questions, and took a few glances at the dark aisle, then took a few steps forward, followed by No. 4, who also grabbed Heimdall's arm.

"What are you afraid of?" Heimdall laughed.

"Muggles are scary," said Four.

When he was about to walk out of the aisle, Heimdall found that on the other side full of sunlight was a small yard where tomatoes and other crops were planted. An old man was sitting motionless in the shadow under a tree.

"Okay, wait, stop, I'll try here." Heimdall said.

"Try what?" Number 4 was puzzled.

Heimdall did not explain, and began to sing at the top of his voice, using German.

Number 4 was dumbfounded, and couldn't help but want to cover his ears after a while, the sound...was outrageous.

The old man under the shadow of the tree moved.

The two were excited for a while, and the old man flashed through the door with agility that did not match their age in the next second, and the two were disappointed for a while.

"My people told me that the old man doesn't want to see anyone, he sees everyone like a cat seeing a mouse." No. 4 sighed.

The two decided to go forward and visit directly.The closed door opened suddenly, and the old man strode towards the two of them.

Number 4 was elated, "He's coming! He's coming... What is he holding in his hand?"

Director Sturlusson's face turned green, "Damn it! Did you cross over to America?" Subconsciously, he turned around and ran, and was grabbed by No. 4, "Where are you going?" Only a loud bang sounded in front of the aisle, Immediately after that, the strange sound made No. 4 panic and let go of Heimdall.

Heimdall grabbed No. 4 and rushed to the other end of the aisle. Fortunately, the two of them did not completely walk out of the aisle.

No. 4 was still confused about the situation, "What is that? What is that noise?"

The old man behind him hurried up, holding a shotgun in his hand, and roared in French, "Damn Germans! How dare you come?! I will die with you!"

"German, German?" Number 4 was at a loss. "We are not German! I am French!"

"Listen to me, don't stop!" Heimdall laughed while running. "My idea worked!"

Immediately afterwards there was another bang, and a bucket beside them burst open with a big crack, splashing water all over the two of them.

Number 4 finally faced the reality, his eyes almost popping out.

Chief Sturluson didn't dare to spend any more energy on his words.

No. 4 couldn't help speeding up his pace, and his heart was full of anger: Muggles are so scary...