HP's Foreign Land

After leaving the arena of the team competition, Heimdall returned along the same road that he was not familiar with again. There were always people pointing or whispering to him along the way. He told himself not to make a fuss, it was just an advertising effect.He is quickly forgotten, and the world is never short of something newer and more interesting.

He is not used to being watched by many people at the same time, at least don't pay attention to him in front of his face, it will make him feel ashamed of being stripped naked in broad daylight and standing in the sun at a glance, he hates this Feeling very uncomfortable.

"Hi, Heimdall."

When this friendly greeting rang in his ears, Heimdall just realized that someone was approaching him, very close at hand.Before he could react, or even raise his eyes to look at the speaker's face, the person had already grabbed his neck with both hands and forced him to lower his head, raise his head, shake it to the left and right, and then slid his hands down to his chest. Pressing hard on the scapula, Heimdall almost groaned in pain, but the person who did the "poisonous hand" turned a blind eye and continued his destructive methods - elbows, wrists, spine, thighs, knees to ankles...

"Very good, everything is normal." After being touched all over his body, the man stood up straight again and nodded behind him.

Heimdall stared. "You..." It was only enough for him to jump a word, and the second came on the stage.

This one was more direct. He stretched out his right hand and clasped Heimdall's jaw, forcing him to look up and open his mouth. The thumb of his left hand pushed open the cork stopper on the small glass test tube held in his hand. The dark red liquid swayed in the transparent glass tube. After a while, he deftly poured the liquid into Heimdall's mouth, then with a strong right hand, he swallowed the "red potion" with a grunt.

Heimdall's expression was brilliant. He bent down and covered his mouth, trying to pick his throat and spit out what he had swallowed.His face was wrinkled into a bun, and cold sweat was pouring down his face. "What did you feed me?" He asked hoarsely with a pale face.

Leon Blueleg watched him blankly for a while. "How does it taste?" he asked.

“Super unpalatable…”

Leon was noncommittal. "What about inside the body? Is there any reaction? Like hot or cold." He asked again.

"When I first swallowed it, I felt a burning sensation, like drinking high-concentration alcohol, and it was accompanied by tingling pain. After a while, the temperature began to cool down, and the pain gradually disappeared. I felt that my stomach was warm... What did you eat for me? ?” Heimdall asked again worriedly, he felt that Leon regarded him as a laboratory mouse.

"Don't worry," Leon said. "Everything is under control. It means that you have not been poisoned without knowing it. It was a test potion to detect the reaction of poison just now. This thing has been selling well in our house." He shook his hand of test tubes. "Would you like to buy some too? For the sake of your classmates and roommates, I'll give you a discount."

"Thank you, I don't think I need it for now." Heimdall said angrily. "I'm really flattered that you care so much about me. This is a sugar mouse contest, and no one will poison me."

"You won't think so when you are unfortunately killed." Leon said solemnly. "Besides, my classmates asked me to do this repeatedly, otherwise I wouldn't waste the potion for no reason."

"Blulegg, are you alright?" Another boy came up and asked Leon impatiently.Heimdall knew him, who was also a Durmstrang first-year student.When Heimdall saw him take out his wand and point it at himself, he understood that this classmate didn't come to say hello to him, but he also came to torment him.

"My body is normal. All the bones in my body are in their proper places. I have not been poisoned or cursed, and I am not insane. Otherwise, do you think I can still stand here and talk to you?!" Heimdall glared at the three of them viciously.

The three of them looked at each other, and the classmate who touched his bones frowned. "Why is it different from what Jones said in his letter? After a closer look, he seems normal."

"You don't need to look carefully, I'm normal!" Heimdall yelled unbearably.

Damn Carlo Jones!

"Carol Jones!" As soon as he rushed into the tent, Heimdall began to follow Jones all over the world. "I know you're here!" He walked to the dining table, pulled the wooden chair away, and bent down to look under the table. "Do you think I can't find you like this?! Things will be revealed to the world one day!" If it's not under the table, it's in the room.Heimdall stomped upstairs, checking one room after another. "I didn't even know you could write such 'vivid and interesting' articles, [Stulusson's situation is not good], [I suspect he has some kind of curse without knowing it], [He is trying to be brave, we Something should be done], [I'm worried, very worried], it's awesome to hear that!"

In the end, Heimdall found him in the storage room in the corner. If it wasn't for his larger size than expected, Heimdall might not have found him.

"Dear Carlo, you won't listen to me asking you to eat less sugar and fat." Heimdall held on to the small door of the storage room, showing a sweet smile. "How do you say that, you can't live without doing your own crimes?!"

Jones wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. It was helpless that he still didn't forget to eat after all this was done.Heimdall glanced at the biscuit in his hand, shook his head and sighed.

"I'm already improving, this is coarse grain food." Jones shook the biscuit in his hand in protest.

Heimdall didn't give him a chance to change the subject. "What are you hiding from?" He stared at him.

Jones wiped his sweat again. "It's cool here." He replied insincerely.

Heimdall narrowed his eyes, and Jones shrank his neck.

"You know, Leon has the habit of carrying all kinds of potions with him. I guess, quite a few of them are poisons." Heimdall said slowly. "I don't think he would mind having one more subject for his experiment."

Jones' fleshy steamed bun face turned even paler.

***

When the four brothers and three classmates walked back to the tent together, they saw Heimdall struggling to go downstairs accompanied by Jones' screams.Why is it difficult, because Carlo Jones is holding his arm desperately and pulling it back, making it impossible for him to move.

When the condescending Jones saw Leon stepping into the tent, he let go of Heimdall immediately, rushed downstairs at a speed that didn't match his physique, and fled out.

Heimdall sneered, sitting on the stairs and sighing. "Assuming he runs fast."

"That means you're okay?" The classmate who was about to use his wand to deal with Heimdall looked up.

Heimdall said firmly, "Nothing happened."

"Tomorrow's last game can be played completely independently?"

"That's it."

"You didn't suffer from sleepwalking due to too much pressure? You didn't lose your mind and talk nonsense?"

"Of course not." Heimdall gritted his teeth, Jones was still too cheap.

"Oh." This classmate is very adaptable, and he quickly accepted it. He pulled the classmate who was touching the bones. "Anyway, I'm here. Let's go out for another round. It looks like fun. When everyone else comes tomorrow, we can have a good talk with them."

The latter nodded immediately, and they looked at Leon at the same time, and Leon said calmly, "You guys go."

The two smiled at him and ran away excitedly.

Leon turned his eyes to the four senior brothers, his sharp eyes made the four of them think that their disheveled clothes would hinder their appearance, and they unconsciously reached out to touch the skirt of their clothes. "Need poison?" he said suddenly.

The brothers couldn't laugh or cry.

Duncan blinked and said amusedly, "What types are there? Tell us about them."

"There are all types." Leon's business ability is superb, and he has a perfect grasp of his own poison. "The key depends on how you plan to use it. Whether you want to die or toss it slowly, or you don't feel at all at first, and wait until the end. I personally recommend the latest products that can corrode the internal organs without destroying the appearance."

Duncan touched the back of his cold neck and laughed dryly. "So many kinds..."

Leon glanced at him. "This is just the beginning, please be patient."

"Then introduce something interesting, don't just talk about life and death, whoever has nothing to do is willing to listen to this." Heimdall was beating the side drum.

Leon followed suit and changed course. "In addition to poison, we occasionally try something else. Like this." He took out a palm-sized square box from the pocket of his robe, with a row of Spanish engraved on the white metal, almost without style, The horizontal and vertical boxes are simple and elegant.He opened the box and took out four mini test tubes that were as thick as his index fingers. The four test tubes contained four colors of potions, green, yellow, purple, and white. The colors were extremely pure and looked very bright.

Even Heimdall couldn't help leaning forward to look and look. "What's this for?" he asked.

"They make you forget about yourself," Leon said.

Heimdall was puzzled and said, "Just use the Oblivion Curse and it will be over."

"The Oblivion Charm will turn you into a cat? A domesticated velvet? A dragon? Your Olar?"

"I have a bad feeling." Heimdall muttered to himself. "You're not talking about what you're holding, are you?!" he asked.

"Yellow ones will turn into cats." Leon stuffed the test tube into Edmund's hand. "The green ones will become dragons." He gave Duncan the test tube. "White ones will become domesticated poodles." The white test tube was taken away by Bernick. "As for the purple one," Leon said, handing Victor the tube. "It will become Queen Falcon."

Edmund shook the test tube. "Transfiguration Potion?"

"The appearance will not change, what will change is the mind." Leon pointed to the purple test tube and said: "For example, this one will become the Queen Falcon, it will make people who drink it think that they are the Queen Falcon, and their actions and behaviors will completely imitate the Queen Falcon The effect of the medicine can last for about ten days."

"Really?" Bernick asked suspiciously.

"Try it and you'll know, just one drop will show the effect." Leon suddenly looked at Heimdall. "The queen falcon is a very docile animal. It's the same thing. If you tell it to go east, it will never go west." He looked at Victor and said. "This bottle of purple potion is mixed with Olar's blood. Maybe its owner should try it."

Heimdall glared at him vigorously, and by the way also glared at Victor. "Don't think about it!"

Leon showed a "really sorry" look, and Victor smiled.

"It's very interesting, I bought it." Duncan made the first decision. "It's a lot more fun than those doom and gloom potions."

Edmund pondered for a moment, and then said, "I bought it too. Potions that turn people into cats are rare."

Bernick looked at his cousin, and then the two Krums nodded unanimously, expressing their willingness to buy.

Leon was very happy. Although there was no change on his face, Heimdall could see the light in his eyes at that moment.

"By the way, do you want it?" Leon still didn't intend to let his roommate go.

Heimdall said not too enthusiastically: "What else do you have?"

"And Mermaid and Chimera—"

"Thank you, no need!" Before Leon could finish speaking, Heimdall said firmly.