HP's Foreign Land

one,

"You can enter Hogwarts through the portrait of Ariana in the Pig's Head Bar. The point connected at the other end is the entrance to a mysterious room, but you are not students of Hogwarts, so you may not be able to enter the room." Grinder Wo said so in his mouth, but his expression was disapproving.

Heimdall was not interested in the room, the master only wanted to know where the divination professor was in the castle.

"Which professor of divination do you want to find?" It's all about this, and the hateful old caipi actually made a fool of himself.

"Sybill Trelawney." Unlike Heimdall, Victor was not in the mood to chat with him.

"If she hadn't changed jobs on a whim this summer, I think she would still be living in the North Tower," Grindelwald said.

Heimdall asked curiously, "Is there more than one professor of divination at Hogwarts?"

"Since the last school year, two professors have taken turns to teach. One is Professor Trelawney you are looking for; the other is Professor Firenze who lives in classroom No.11."

Heimdall nodded, still at a loss despite having spent a year at Hogwarts.

Grindelwald said: "Let's eat first, and leave after eating."

Victor turned a deaf ear, even if Lao Caipi didn't give orders, he would do it... The master's mood became very ugly, and he no matter what he called that person Lao Caipi.

"How do you know so much about Hogwarts?" Heimdall asked.

Lao Caipi said calmly, "Even if I'm in England, I don't want to be a frog in a well."

What's wrong with being in the UK?Isn't it a frog at the bottom of a well who knows everything about Hogwarts inside and out? !

Director Strulusson just asked casually, and then forgot about it in a blink of an eye.

They left the Devis-Bans store after eating, Lao Caipi smiled and said off: "Wait for you to come back for dinner."

The tone of "we are not outsiders" made Victor very depressed. Heimdall patted his husband, and Victor sighed melancholy.

Abuforth's store was much busier than before. Most of the customers in the store were wrapped in black cloaks, and their faces could not be seen clearly.This kind of dress seems to be the "uniform" of the Pig's Head Bar. Except for the two of them and the owner, everyone else looks shameful.

Knowing the purpose of coming, Abuforth did not make things difficult.

Heimdall was worried that they would be ejected from Hogwarts' protection spell, and now was an extraordinary time, and Abuforth reassured them.

"Professor Dumbledore already knows, so there is no problem." And brought them to the portrait of Ariana.

two,

The two first saw a tapestry on which there was a giant monster holding a stick. When they both wondered whether the thing being beaten by the fierce monster was a magic horse, someone answered their questions.

"The tapestry is called 'Trolls Beat Stupid Barnabas.'"

Heimdall turned around in surprise, "Professor Snape!"

The smile flickered across Snape's lips, and he nodded to Victor.

"I'll take you—"

"Rig?!" A sudden scream interrupted Professor Snape's words.

The professor turned around unhappily, and Draco, who was stared at, couldn't help but laugh dryly.

When Professor Snape saw him, his facial nerves did not relax, but his attitude was much kinder.

Draco noticed that his emotions were slightly loose, and hurriedly ran to Heimdall in three steps at a time.

"Why are you here?"

"Something," said Heimdall.

"what's up?"

Heimdall glanced at Victor, who said, "It's mainly my business."

"Oh." Draco's interest dropped immediately.

Heimdall can't help but laugh, so don't be so obvious.

"Where did you come from just now?" Heimdall felt very surprised.

Draco hesitated.

"If you can't say it, don't say it." Heimdall thought to himself that most likely it was the mysterious room Grindelwald said.

"I'm sorry," Draco said.

"Come on, Master Malfoy can't spell 'apology' at all." Heimdall laughed.

Draco jumped up and strangled Heimdall's neck with his hands, scolding with a smile, "You bastard!"

Heimdall caught a glimpse of the master smiling indulgently at him, and quickly pushed his cousin away.

"Let's go and settle Victor's matter first, and then come back to you, if we haven't been kicked out of Hogwarts at that time."

"The professor won't let you be kicked out," Draco muttered.

"Thank you Mr. Malfoy for trusting me," Snape turned to Heimdall and Victor without emotion, "Can we go?"

"Oh, I read that right, that's Rig?! And...Krum?"

There was a flurry of screams, as unexpected as Draco's.There were Ron and Hermione, whom Heimdall was familiar with--they were stunned and surprised--but no Harry.

Heimdall wondered, hasn't school started yet?

Snape decided to ignore the screams, which were enough to debilitate his nerves, and walked straight ahead without stopping.

Heimdall only had time to look back before leaving with Victor.

three,

The north tower where Professor Sybill Trelawney lived was connected to the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, and the place where the two of them appeared through the portrait was on the eighth floor of the castle, so it didn't take long for Snape to stop at the bottom of a spiral staircase.

Snape said: "There is a small platform at the end of the stairs. Open the trap door on the ceiling of the platform, and a ladder will be lowered. Climbing up the ladder is the divination classroom. Professor Trelawney often stays behind closed doors, You should be able to find her up there."

"Aren't you going up with us?" Heimdall asked.

Snape's expression softened again, "I still have a lot to deal with."

Considering the professor's new status, Heimdall nodded.

"Thank you." Victor held out his hand.

Snape was silent for a moment, then shook his hand with his right hand.

"I'll let Mr. Malfoy wait for you here," Snape said again.

The husband and wife went up the stairs one after the other.

The divination classroom is decorated in an exotic style, with large hanging curtains, colorful stone ornaments, dazzling embroidery, and a small copper stove filled with green smoke.The big crystal ball on the table attracted Heimdall's attention. He looked around curiously and saw his own shadow reflected on the transparent sphere.

The smooth surface of the sphere fell like water droplets on the calm lake surface, with ripples appearing, and a faint light flickered inside the sphere. Heimdall looked around anxiously: What should I do if this is swollen?He didn't take a divination class seriously... Victor was looking at the hangings on the wall with his back turned to him.The crystal ball kept flickering, and Heimdall gave up the idea of ​​pretending not to see it. The light had a strange attraction, and he couldn't help leaning forward, watching the changes in the sphere with his breath held.

Layers of figures flickered across the sphere, including young and old cabbage; there were young witches who looked familiar and were well dressed; there was also a wizard who looked very similar to Victor, Hay Mudar guessed the identity of the other party after a little thought... All kinds of characters, unpredictable scenes, blended with each other, and finally gathered into a face of an unbelievably old woman.

"What do you see?"

Heimdall let out a short scream, turned around in a hurry, and saw a strangely dressed lady looking at him—a flower turban on her head, strange sequined colored stone pendants around her neck, her eyes were lax, her body From time to time, there is a faint smell of wine.

Victor had already come to Heimdall at this time, and found that his complexion was a little pale, and asked quickly, "What's wrong?"

Heimdall smiled and said it was all right.

"Are you Professor Trelawney?" The lady's face overlapped with that of the old woman in the crystal ball.

"I'm..." Professor Trelawney hiccupped, and the smell of alcohol immediately came to his nose.She swallowed her throat and said again, "I'm Sybill Trelawney."

"I am Heimdall Strulusson," Heimdall pointed to the person beside him. "He is my husband, Victor Krum. Do you know why we are here? Or, did someone tell you before that we are coming to you?"

Professor Trelawney lowered his head and muttered, ignoring his words.

"Professor Trelawney?" Heimdall called out.

Professor Trelawney was startled, and stared at the two of them for a long time with a puzzled look on his face, as if he didn't understand where they came from?

I was drunk before the sun went down.Heimdall hesitated, whether they came at the wrong time.

Three minutes later, Professor Trelawney's gaze gradually cleared up, and the unnatural blush faded from her cheeks.

"Oh, oh, I have a headache... where am I?" Trelawney stumbled into a chair in the classroom, clutching her head in pain, and glanced around blankly. "So I'm back? And come back alive?"

It seems that the professors who teach divination are quite different from ordinary people.The one at Hogwarts is habitually drinking and talking to himself; the one at Durmstrang loves to collect student teeth and stuffed velvet; Hobbies coming?

While Heimdall was running wild, Trelawney finally noticed that in addition to a roomful of dead objects, there were two more living people in her classroom.

"Who are you? Where did you come from?" Professor Trelawney jumped up in shock, his left foot was unsteady, and he almost kicked the chair next to him.

Heimdall put on a blank face, and walked away in a kind of disheartened way.

Victor squeezed his hand amusedly, and said to Trelawney: "I am Victor Krum and he is my husband Heimdal Sturluson. You do not know that we are visiting today the reason?"

"... I seem to have an impression," Professor Trelawney began to mutter around again. "I have the impression that someone told me that," she raised her head and said to them, "Wait a minute, I seem to have written this down somewhere... Who moved my crystal ball?"

Just as Heimdall was about to open her mouth, Trelawney asked herself and answered, "Just move, it stays here all day with nothing to do, and if it has nothing to do, it should be exercise."

Heimdall was sure that he didn't use the crystal ball as a racket, it just glowed and glowed in its own way.

Victor resolutely raised his voice, "What we want to ask is about your ancestor Cassandra Trelawney, about the fact that she once replaced Sergey Klum's wife Gordana Young Kurowska Krum's prophecy."

Professor Trelawney straightened up, staring at Victor in a daze, then bent down to continue searching after a while.

"I need to find my notebook first... Oh, that's right!" The professor finally remembered that there was a magic wand. She raised her wand and stood in the room and waved it confidently. The curtains on the entire wall, except for the beautiful stone ornaments, have not been pulled out.

Heimdall, who was leaning on a chair, moved his buttocks uneasily in order to distance himself from the table and chairs slumped beside him.

"Ah, I found it!" Professor Trelawney threw away her wand and picked up the book - exactly where it came from is unknown.

"Grandma Cassandra...Grandma Cassandra..." Professor Trelawney muttered as she turned the pages. "Ah! Yes! Sergey Krum?"

"Yes!" The couple hurriedly surrounded them.

Professor Trelawney asked in confusion, "What do you want to know?"

Heimdall looked at Victor.

"Can you know the result of divination?" Victor asked.

"I'm afraid not. I'm not Granny Cassandra. Fortunetellers have their own methods. The most I can tell you is this." Professor Trelawney pushed the parchment off the table to make a space, and then pulled out Take a few wizard cards and arrange them on the table.

There are three playing cards: amphora, rhododendron, and pansy.

Heimdall looked at the pansy thoughtfully.

Professor Trelawney's subsequent words surprised Victor, "This is the result of the second divination."

"Could it have been divination more than once?" Victor asked.

"Twice in total. The first time there was no record, and the second time, oh, a lot of money was collected."

Victor no longer has to ask the amount of the fee.

Before they left the North Tower, they thanked Professor Trelawney several times.

Victor climbed down the ladder first, and Heimdall was about to go down when Trelawney suddenly said, "Honey, what did you see in the crystal ball?"

Heimdall was stunned for a moment, then looked back, the professor of divination had the light behind him, his facial features were blurred, and the aura of a magic stick rushed towards his face. Putting aside those unreliable words and deeds, in all fairness, Heimdall saw some unfathomable things mean.Professor Trelawney is the one who predicted the "savior".

"I've seen a lot." Heimdall smiled. "If I come to you again, will you charge money?"

"That depends on how much stock I have left," said Professor Trelawney.

The inventory she was referring to was wine.

Heimdall smiled silently, and climbed down the silver ladder.

four,

As they walked down the stairs, Draco, who was circling boredly, rushed towards him with bright eyes.

"Ok?"

"Forget it." Heimdall looked at her husband.

"Let's chat."

"Where are you going?" Heimdall asked hurriedly.

"Turn around, don't worry," Victor stroked his cheek with his fingers. "I have been here before, and I have some impressions, so I won't get lost."

"You don't have to worry about Krum, he will be chased by a large group of fans after a while, it's right to hide from the limelight now." Draco said.

"I still have fans?" Victor hadn't played much in the past year.

"Didn't you change to be a referee, now you are a fan of referees." Draco said.

Victor shook his head amusedly, and parted ways with the two at the stairs.

"So worried about your husband, why don't we follow?" Draco noticed that Heimdall's eyes kept chasing him.

Heimdall shook his head, "He needs a little private space to think about something."

"There will be no more personal space soon," Draco muttered.

"Hasn't school started yet? Why are you already living in school?" Heimdall asked.

Draco hesitated again.

"Can't you tell?"

"No..." Draco hesitated. "We set up a group to improve each other's ability to operate spells. Only Hogwarts has an absolutely safe place for us to practice."

Heimdall expressed his understanding that it is a good thing to be self-motivated.

"It's rare that you're willing to condescend and mingle with Gryffindor and Hufflepuff."

"Who said I would like to get along with them?! If Granger hadn't come to beg me, I wouldn't have responded to them at all." He just wanted to praise his maturity, but in a blink of an eye he was arrogant again.

"Did Harry attend?" Heimdall asked.

"He is one of the members and the main person in charge, but the day after we arrived at the school, he was taken to train alone." Draco was a little unhappy, he didn't think he was worse than Potter.

"Mr. Malfoy!" Footsteps came, and someone called Draco's name behind them.

The two turned their heads, and Heimdall saw an old man walking towards them with a smile on his face.

"He is Horace Slughorn, the current Head of Slytherin House and one of our Potions professors." Professor Snape was promoted to Vice-Headmaster, and the position of Head of Slytherin fell to Slughorn, who was also born in Slytherin.

"Hogwarts is still two Potions professors?" Heimdall asked quickly with a faint smile on his face.

Draco nodded, "But Professor Slughorn is mainly responsible for teaching. Professor Umbridge is very unpopular. Our seniors once had a class strike. She went to the Ministry of Magic to protest, but she didn't get any sympathy. In the end, Had to give the class to Professor Slughorn."

"How is the teaching quality of this Professor Slughorn?"

"I think it's very good, much nicer than the dean, oh no, than the vice-principal."

Professor Slughorn came up to them.

"Hello, Professor." Draco said lightly.

Professor Slughorn was obviously used to his indifference, he smiled and said hello, and then looked at Heimdall with an exaggerated expression.

"Who is this……"

"Sturlusson, Heimdall Sturlusson." Heimdall introduced himself with a smile. "It is an honor, Professor Slughorn."

Professor Slughorn smiled, "I know you, you are Mr. Malfoy's cousin."

"You're right." The news was very well informed.

Slughorn said with a smile, "Have you visited Mr. Potter?"

Draco's face fell.

Heimdall quickly said, "Not yet, where are you from?"

"I just came from Mr. Potter, and I'm going to find Professor Trelawney." Professor Slughorn waved his hand mischievously. "I'll go first. You should visit Mr. Potter earlier. Young people should be more lively and get together more."

Draco rolled his eyes at him.

Heimdall blinked, "He's really kind."

"Sycophant!" Draco muttered angrily. "Professor Slughorn likes to be close to famous wizards, and he chased me around asking questions. Since he knew that Dad had resigned from his post at the Wizengamot, he has never 'unexpectedly encountered' me again. Potter won't let go because Potter is the savior!"

Heimdall looked at him, "But you don't seem to hate him."

"Professor Slughorn is vain and has a penchant for money, but he doesn't do annoying things. I like his class. He likes smart and hardworking students," Draco said. "You don't think he was born in Slytherin, he likes Granger very much."

"Are you extending it to yourself?" Heimdall smirked.

"You're so annoying!" Master Malfoy was furious.

"Malfoy." Someone stopped Draco again, and Draco was already numb.

Ron and Hermione came to them, looking at Heimdall curiously.

"Are you looking for me for something, or to see my cousin?" Master Malfoy was a little Spartan.

The two were embarrassed by him, Ron was still reluctant to get too close to Draco, and Hermione was still in charge of communication.

"We're going to check on Harry's situation. Would you like to ask you?"

"Since when have I been so close to Potter?!" Draco said bluntly, "If you want to take this opportunity to inquire about the purpose of my cousin's coming to Hogwarts, you can rest assured, I guarantee with my life that he Not a spy for You-Know-Who."

The two of them blushed suddenly - angry.

Ron simply put Draco aside and said to Heimdall, "It's great to meet you, Rigg."

Heimdall grinned, and the two embraced.

"You look great old man, and a lot bigger, great!" Heimdall patted him on the shoulder.

"I've been practicing Quidditch." Ron rubbed his nose embarrassedly.

"Have you decided to work hard as a professional player?" Heimdall asked.

"Mom wants me to enter the Ministry of Magic like Percy. He's a fish in water in the Ministry of Magic. I heard that he is expected to be promoted next year. Mom talks about him every day, and he is the pride of our family." Ron pursed his mouth. "If I can live to graduate, I want to convince my mother to work hard on the road of a professional player... Ah!" Hermione kicked her ankle hard before she could finish speaking.

Ron stared at her incredulously, and Hermione pretended not to know.

This guy still doesn't know how to lock the door, Heimdall thought amusedly.

"You will definitely live to be 120 years old." Draco whispered. "The life of a silly hat is usually long enough to be annoying."

Ron said some more about Fred and George, whose joke shop was doing well in a market that was getting sluggish because of the tension.Today, only joke shops in the entire Diagon Alley are still open.

Watching them leave angrily, Draco gritted his teeth and said, "Rig, I want special training too, help me!"

"...Are you sure?" Heimdall was not surprised.

"Sure, don't you want to help me?"

"That's not what I mean. I'm a Durmstrang, you stayed in Durmstrang, we don't have Defense Against the Dark Arts." Heimdall's implication was ready to come out.

Master Malfoy lifted his chin and said arrogantly, "I'm a Slytherin!"