HP's Foreign Land

The professor of astronomy at Heidegerak paid special attention to the situation on Heimdall's side when he explained the test questions. He seemed to be calm, but it was quite abnormal compared to the usual behavior of Mr. Strulusson in the astronomy class.Heimdall's astronomy grades are not ideal. In order to avoid being deducted points as much as possible in class, he usually looks at the teacher intently, sitting upright, with a pious expression, and his eyes wide open. In the atmosphere of "point deduction", the professor often expressed with his peers in the staff lounge that the pressure of the sixth grade class this school year is great.

As the question maker and invigilator, the professor of astronomy couldn't bear it after walking around in the examination room. He sneaked behind Heimdall and peeked at Heimdall's test paper.

At first glance, the writing under the question was full, but before the object of voyeurism turned around suddenly, the astronomy professor was caught off guard, and hurriedly put on a remedial look of calm and prestige.

"What's the matter, Stulusson? Looking around is not allowed in the examination room."

"I want to hand in the test paper." Heimdall pointed to the test paper on the table.

The surrounding students who were attracted by this movement were very surprised. They all knew that Mr. Strulusson's attainment in astronomy was only a little bit better than Potions. Never handed in the paper until the last minute. Why is it like this today? Speed?

The professor was also surprised, but he didn't show it too obviously.

"you sure?"

Heimdall left the test paper, inkwell, and quill on the table.

Draco watched his cousin walk out of the examination room, he was speechless, it was really abnormal.Afterwards, he confidently handed in the paper half an hour ahead of time. He walked around the teaching building but found no one. Under the guidance of a fifth-grade female student, he came down to the grass next to the teaching building and saw his cousin lying on an ornamental tree. Under the tree wrapped in devil vines, his face was covered with textbooks, and his body was motionless.

He bent down and gently lifted the book, and the loud snoring came to his ears, Draco shook his head helplessly, he slept so soundly under the pressure of such a heavy brick book, didn't he feel suffocated?

Heimdall slept until 7:[-] p.m. and missed two meals.After lunch, Draco went back to read in the shade of the tree where his cousin was sleeping, and fell asleep too, missing dinner.Heimdall was woken up in the end, not because the book on his face suddenly became heavier, but because the tentacles of the devil vine finally climbed up his body. Fortunately, it was a mild ornamental variety, and the thoughtful Heimdall In order to get rid of the "ghost pressure", I forced myself to wake up.

Heimdall rubbed the bridge of his nose, refusing to recall the terrible dream just now.When he noticed the surroundings, he took out his pocket watch, jumped up, picked up the brick notebook, and found that his cousin was still sleeping soundly, and it was likely that he had stayed up late for the past two days. , Hurriedly pushed the opponent to wake him up.

When the two cousins ​​rushed to the site of the astronomy practice test, about ten minutes had passed since the start of the test. Amidst the endless lectures of the astronomy professor, the two promised their mistakes in a low voice, and hungrily set up their respective telescopes.

"Hungry..." Draco said in English, drawn out in a rapturous voice.

"I'm so hungry that I can't feel it." Heimdall had a premonition of stomach perforation.

"Don't whisper!" the astronomy professor angrily reprimanded.

The two cousins ​​fell silent in shock.

The last subject of the compulsory course test is Potions. The students were still arguing when they left the practical test room. Professor Lange ingeniously skipped the written test of this final test, and the final score will be recorded as 60.00% of the practical test score. Total score for the year of entry.This is beyond everyone's expectations.

What made everyone even more unexpected was that Professor Lange invited out of the examination room one by one the students who tried to secretly swallow dragon claw powder to improve their mental flexibility and memory before the exam. None of the professors changed their minds.

A few students walked out of the classroom dejectedly. They could only pray that Professor Langer would be lenient when calculating the scores—the accumulated class scores and the usual random test scores would be above the passing line, otherwise they would face the possibility of retaking the next school year.

The final practice exam for Heidegger's sixth grade Potions semester this year is to prepare the antidote. Like Defense Against the Dark Arts, it adopts two opposing forms. One group swallows the potion, and the other group is responsible for preparing the corresponding antidote.If the antidote has an effect on the students in the other group, it can basically be regarded as a pass.The score is judged by the strength of the antidote effect.

Before the exam, each student had a chance to draw lots. The content on the lottery was prepared by Professor Lange before. According to the professor's recollection, the content was eclectic, that is, anything could be drawn.The students who were in the opposite group with Heimdall looked at him worriedly, and that look made the head of Sturluson's forehead burst out with blue veins.

The lottery drawn by Heimdall read: Hangover Elixir.

The buddies in the opposite group got entangled, should I get myself drunk first?

Professor Lange had foreseen all kinds of possibilities long ago, and captured a house elf who secretly drank butterbeer behind his employer's back from Heidegrack's kitchen.This elf, who was so drunk, lost his usual cautiousness, and while holding the wine bottle, he smirked and said "rebellious" remarks that he would never say when he was sober.

There is a very big feature of the wizard hangover potion, it will help you remember your situation when you were drunk, and those who have taken the hangover potion will have no chance to forget what they did and said when they were not sober.This effect is especially pronounced on house elves.

Ever since, Heimdall's practical exam on potions came to an end amidst the house-elf's loud howls.

"It's impressive." During lunch, Jeanna pushed Heimdall with her elbow, and the effect of the hangover potion he prepared was clear at a glance.

"Good luck." Heimdall replied.

In fact, there is indeed luck in it, so many exam questions have been drawn to such a mediocre question type as hangover potion.Heimdall originally intended to curry favor with Professor Lange, and asked him to prepare a dose of Felix Felicia for transporting himself, but now it seems that he doesn't need it. Could it be that his time has come?

"How did the exam go?" Heimdall asked Draco - the students who finished the exam first could not stay in the exam room, and the topic that my cousin drew was the antidote to Hu Meizi.With the level of Director Sturluson, this topic can be ranked lower than the high level, which should not be a problem for Draco.

Sure enough, Draco gave him a broad smile.

"What have you been up to lately? You can't see anyone all day long." Todor complained. "I got some Quidditch tickets last week, and I wanted to invite everyone to go. Yale's situation is special, and you didn't come."

Heimdall just smiled, and Todor curled his lips when he saw it.

"Should we write a letter to Yael and ask about his family's situation?" Jeanna hesitated.

Yael Ravila left the school soon after being unmasked.The reason given by the principal was "Lavella has something at home", which is a stereotyped but unbearable reason. Once the bluffing Yael left, the children felt as lonely as snow in their lives.

"Do you know where to send it?" Draco said.

"Ask the principal?"

"Give it to me," Heimdall said. "I asked Victor to pass it on."

"Professor Klum hasn't seen anyone recently, do you have any plans?" Jeanna asked suddenly.

Heimdall said: "You will know in the future, it is inconvenient to disclose now."

Draco stared accusingly, as if blaming Heimdall for being out of touch.

But Jeanna, who started the topic, suddenly shifted her attention and waved her arms cheerfully, "Professor Lange!"

Heimdall said "I'm full, I'm sorry to go first." Regardless of the astonishment of the students, Heimdall left.

Lange sat down surrounded by several children with question marks on their faces.

Jeanna asked cautiously, "Are you having a conflict with Rigg?"

"It should be said that he is trying his best to avoid talking to me, to avoid hearing from me something that he cares about, and to keep out of sight, so as not to fail the exam week." Lange said calmly.

"I don't understand." Several students said.

"You will know in the future." Lange bowed his head to eat.

Draco drank the pumpkin juice silently, thinking to himself, what does this similar tone of "I won't take you to play now, we will talk about it later" mean?

Heimdall left the school in a hurry after finishing the exam of the last elective course. He didn't wait for Victor—History of the Wizarding Movement was proctored by the headmaster until the end of the whole exam week; Get any bad news - although he himself has always avoided meeting the Potions Master.So Heimdall comforted himself confidently again, no news is good news.

He bent his leg as he entered the foyer of the International Confederation of Wizards building, took the elevator to the top floor where the IW was, and decided to report to Hollingworth early even though the school year wasn't officially over.

Hollingworth was not too surprised by his arrival. After he sat down, he said: "On the day we received your letter, we sent someone to notify the Belgian Ministry of Magic and formed a joint investigation team to enter the Sippe Ryan's old site. The horrible living laboratory you mentioned was not found at the scene, nor was anything related to that laboratory found. As for Brown's real body and his subordinates, the 'fish tank' and the man-eating giant you described Squid...nothing." Hollingworth spread his hands.

"Not surprising, it would be if he left obvious traces," Heimdall said.

Hollingworth studied his expression, "You don't seem disappointed."

"No, I'm very disappointed, but these are expected. At present, I don't have so much time to get angry for the villains who have disappeared. It's not worth it." Heimdall looked indifferent. "He's going to show up anyway, and as long as his 'great' plans continue, there will be clues." As long as Grindelwald is alive; as long as Brown intends to continue to smear saints and use false saints for evil.

Hollingworth noticed that his hands were clenched tightly, and his knuckles were pinched white, so he said calmly: "In that case, I will just ask what is your little secret that is secretly going on."

Heimdall stood up, "...I still can't go to work normally, you see."

"What are you talking about, isn't the semester over yet?"

Heimdall smiled, "Thank you."

After leaving the top floor, go straight to the International Magic Injury Treatment Center.

He met Peter, who had nothing to do outside the meeting room used for artificial evolution. The king was annoyed by Peter's harassment, and when he saw Heimdall coming over, he rushed to greet him.Heimdall was especially flattered.

"You're here." Peter waved with a smile.

"Why are you here?"

"I can come whenever I want, no one will stop me." Peter shrugged.

"You know it all?"

Peter frowned, "I just want to understand what happened."

Heimdall shut his mouth.

Peter immediately entangled, "Just tell me. With our friendship, it's easy to know everything. Let me talk about mine first..."

"Stop!" Heimdall shook his hand. "I don't want to know your past, so don't ask me."

"Rig..." Peter hung on Heimdall and rubbed lewdly back and forth.

A gust of cold air swept over, and Peter was thrown away from behind by the collar.

The one who threw him away was the tall, long-legged Master Krum, and the short, short-legged Peter became furious, rolling up his sleeves as if he wanted to fight him desperately.

Heimdall's eyes lit up, the door of the meeting room was opened, and members of the evolution team came out one after another.Everyone looked tired and listless.Heimdall's uneasiness reached its peak, and he opened his eyes wide, hoping to find a glimmer of opportunity from the faces covered with loss and sorrow.

Mr. Hernando came to Heimdall on crutches, and said sadly, "We have tried our best, but..."

With a sullen face, Heimdall swallowed stiffly, forcing himself to say some innocuous scenes.

"I understand, I understand... this is... well, it's conceivable... everyone has worked hard..."

The old woman in a thick sweater smoking a pipe quickly walked up to them and patted Heimdall on the shoulder boldly.

"That child is a good person. Although the process was dangerous and he almost fell short several times, he persisted tenaciously. Congratulations! So far, the evolution has been very successful!"

Heimdall opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a while.

Hernando, who was disturbed by the prank, beat his chest and feet. He tried to downplay his hateful behavior by laughing under Heimdall's sharpening gaze.

"I haven't finished talking just now. We have tried our best, but the result is unexpectedly gratifying."

The old woman roughly figured out what was going on, and gave Hernando a contemptuous look. Her hair was already gray, and she did such a thing of falling prices.

Heimdall didn't care about it at all right now, and he still had an unbelievable astonishment on his face.

He said to the old woman, "He survived tenaciously?"

The old woman froze for a moment, then nodded with a smile, "That's right dear, 'he' persevered tenaciously."

Heimdall let out a breath, muttered "That's great", and fell to the ground with a plop.Before passing out completely, he heard Hernando scream in panic.

"What happened to him? Why did he suddenly faint?"

Then came the old woman's yelling and scolding, "It's all your fault!"

"Rig...Rig..." It was Victor's voice.

Heimdall tried to open his eyes, but failed.

He said loudly in his heart: Don't worry, I just sleep for a while, sleep for a while...

He saw himself standing upright in a river with the ocean behind him, and he realized that he was dreaming again.Director Sturlusson, who let go of his worries, did not try to wake himself up as he did in the past. He thought that the dream would become friendly.Look, soaking in a turbulent river without any injuries, if the time is pushed forward a few hours, the picture at that time is probably struggling in the river.

He began to try to move forward, but the dream did not reject him.

The scenery on both sides of the river is no longer monotonous and boring. Small flowers, grasses and trees emerge from the dark background, the air begins to have a natural atmosphere, and the waves of the breeze can be felt on the face.

Heimdall's mood lifted, and he strode forward with great strides.

The river under my feet has also undergone a different change. The river water has become deeper and is no longer as clear as it was at the beginning.A touch of turquoise swayed from the side and plunged back into the water in an instant. Heimdall screamed, Lusalka? !

At the same time, more turquoise shadows rose and fell on the water like surging waves. Heimdall was in the huge Lusalka group and witnessed the glory of the Nyx family with his own eyes.At that time, they were vigorous, strong, intelligent and cunning, and they were well-deserved overlords in the water.They were as playful and alert as today's aquatic magical creatures; and as exclusive and cautious as today's aquatic magical creatures.They disdain the rough and clumsy animals, and only have each other in their eyes.

Until the emergence of wizards, a burst of emerging power, the world was vulnerable to magic, stirring up the seemingly uncontested waters.

Heimdall stopped, and the wide river split in two ahead.He stood at the fork, and the river on the left turned into dry land in the distance—that was the direction decided by Lusarka, who chose to become a human; The final destination of the evolved Lusalka, the ethnic group is constantly being divided and divided again, and is dying out in the law of natural selection.

Heimdall followed a young Lusalka to the end of the stream. The water monster wandered alone at the end of the fresh water, and finally it stepped out and swam to the boundless ocean.They come from the ocean, and finally choose to go back to the ocean in order to find a chance.

Heimdall saw Lusalka follow suit and return to the sea one after another, but the cruelty of the ocean is more unfathomable than the broad river.The number of Lusalkas has decreased sharply in hostility, hiding, and fighting again and again. They have long forgotten the irreplaceability of living in groups, and how to fight alone can resist the magical animals in the sea that understand the importance of cooperative operations.

A pregnant Lusalka emerged from the crisis dragging its battered body, exhausted and perhaps dying.It was helpless in the sea, searching desperately, and finally found a resting place for hiding on a deserted island with a strange shape.

It struggled to give birth to a baby on simple food. Looking at the baby who was weaker than normal, it didn't know if it could survive alone. It only knew that its life was coming to an end.It gritted its teeth and survived day after day, until one day, the child learned how to prey and left the cave with great interest to try his hand. It left the deserted island and the world that was not gentle to it.

Heimdall accompanied the skinny mother Lusalka to a beautiful coral reef, and followed her through the seaweed to drill into the sea-flooded hole under the coral reef, entering the legendary Lusalka's dormant place.Thousands of water demons sleep here, and the entire cave is covered in bones.The silver water reflected from nowhere shrouded the blue cave, and the sparkling light never went out all year round.In Heimdall's eyes, the Land of Rest is neither gloomy nor terrifying. He feels that there is a magical power here, which makes people feel involuntarily respected.

Lusalka's mother sat down by the rock in the east with a serene expression, a kind of calm after enlightenment.Heimdall knew it was waiting for death.

Lusalka's mother suddenly opened her eyes, meeting Heimdall's eyes.Those were a pair of beautiful eyes, as green as a lake in early summer.Heimdalming knew that this was his own dream, and that the other party could not see him. All of this was fictional and did not exist, but he still opened his mouth by accident.

He heard himself say, "I'll take good care of him, he'll have all I can give him, he's our son."

Those green eyes disappeared like smoke, and he blinked three times before turning his head around.

"woke up?"

Heimdall sat up and found himself lying on a hospital bed.

"What's going on..." Heimdall calmed down. "By the way, I passed out."

"You slept for sixteen hours, and the therapist said you were severely sleep-deprived. I didn't ask you to read to keep you up late." Rommel took out a cigar.

"No smoking in the hospital," Victor said.

"Who saw me smoking?" Rommel held his cigar confidently.

Heimdall raised his head abruptly, and then said a little excitedly, "Is that him?"

Victor's brown eyes sparkled, and he put the little doll in his hand on the quilt in front of him. The little doll stared at him without blinking. It should be said that he had been staring at Heimdall on the bed since he entered the room.

Heimdall stretched out his arms to hug the child, the child twisted subconsciously, and then quickly became docile again.Heimdall picked up the child and faced him, two pairs of blue eyes of the same color reflected each other's figure.A head of ginger-yellow hair that is very characteristic of the Sturluson family. Krum and Struluson are combined. Although they have not grown out at a young age, they faintly have the features of the eyebrows that look like a master.Finding that the child was more like Victor, Heimdall couldn't help grinning, and the child also grinned.

"Big eyes?" Heimdall murmured.

The child yawned.

"Sleepy?" Heimdall adjusted the movement of holding the child, let him lean on himself and gently shook his arms.

"The movement is very skillful." Rommel commented.

"It turned out that I often dealt with children when I was hospitalized." Heimdall said triumphantly, not forgetting to lower his voice.

Rommel gave up the idea of ​​continuing this topic, "Now that you are awake, let's talk about the child's problem."

Heimdall made a "shh" gesture.

Rommel paused and lowered his volume, "I've already talked to Lange, and he agreed to put the child's name in the genealogy."

Heimdall looked at Victor in surprise, and the latter shrugged, "I discussed with Rommel and decided to let his surname be Strulusson."

"And Anna? What did she say?"

"My mother said that Big Eyes should have the surname Stulusson, and she thought it was very likely that grandma would not welcome the child."

Heimdall nodded suddenly.

In fact, the master didn't think so, and the mother's decision probably had something to do with watching the show.The eldest grandson finally had a child, but his surname was Stulusson. He was as proud as the old Mrs. Krum, and he didn't know how to be furious when he heard the news.Heimdall is more convinced of the statement "I don't like it". After all, Big Eyes is not a pure blood, and it is also a half-beast blood that many self-proclaimed pure bloods sneer at.

Heimdall was very happy to hear the result of letting Big Eyes follow his surname.

"As for the child's name..." Rommel said. "The name the Great Elder wants is Steingrimir. Snow thinks Ogmondil is good. I like Bujarni."

"What about you?" Heimdall asked Victor.

"Heimdall," said the master.

Heimdall was silent for a while, "Could it be called Little Heimdall Strulusson?"

"You decide, I have no objection." The master looked like he was having a headache.He actually thought about it a few times, but he backed off in an instant compared to the awkward ones provided by Rommel.

Heimdall looked at the pink face with big eyes and said, "I want to call him Mionier, Mionier Strulusson."

Rommel said: "Mionir? The Mionir River, where Lusalka is said to have been born?"

Heimdall nodded, "Can you?"

Rommel thought for a while, "Mionnier Grana Sturluson. Grana is your grandfather's name. I once told him that if I have a child, let him be named Grana, just like my grandson."

Heimdall happily said to Victor: "Our son has a name!"

Victor sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the little baby with Heimdall.

"He looks so small," Heimdall whispered.

"Belia said that if Lusalka's age is used to calculate the age of human beings, this child is equivalent to less than one year old and less than two years old."

"So small? No wonder..." Heimdall was speechless.

"The body is too thin," Victor said. "To make up for him well."

Heimdall nodded vigorously, "Eat more meat! Where are the experts and professors now? I must thank them."

Victor stopped him from lifting the quilt and going down to the ground, "They all went back to rest. This evolution is a high-load consumption of both energy and physical strength. They need to rest for a while without being disturbed."

"Listen to you, thank you in no hurry." Heimdall sat back.

"We can't take it lightly now. Several Potions professors told me to pay attention to his health at all times, and to watch him take medicine regularly. They will send those potions over after they are prepared."

"I don't know how to express my gratitude." Heimdall said emotionally.

"It's the best reward for all the professors to raise this child fat and fat." Victor gently wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and looked at Mr. Sturluson affectionately.

Rommel cleared his throat and told them the reality that he had not disappeared.

Master Krum suddenly let go of Heimdall, sat on the chair opposite Rommel, and said sincerely: "Rig and I even have children now, Rommel, do you think..." Master I have no sense of security in the state where my concubine's identity is unknown, and I spend my sleep in the endlessly long queue to get the certificate.

Chairman Strulusson is always unhappy, why does he feel like having a grandson will lose his worth?

Thinking of this, Rommel slowly put the cigars back into the cigarette case, deliberately tightening his jaw to pretend to be confused.

"What are you talking about, why can't I understand?"

The master understood immediately, gritted his molars, and swallowed his anger and said, "I really love Lige and want to live with him, Dad."

Rommel closed the lid of the cigarette case with a click and smiled.