HP's Foreign Land

one,

Robert Maroney, a third-year student, didn't fall asleep all night, and then came to the student cafeteria early in the morning. After spending some time finding Heimdall, he began to cry into Mr. Chairman's little profile.A table of seventh graders looked at each other in blank dismay, their eyes flicked to the calm Heimdall, and from time to time there were choked sobs in their ears.More and more students passed by this corner, and everyone took a long detour in unison.

Heimdall finished his breakfast, pinched his nose and gulped down the vegetable juice, turning a blind eye to the tear-washed petite figure, which made people feel very hard-hearted.

When the other seventh graders saw the child crying with red eyes and tear stains on his pretty face, a few self-proclaimed sympathizers couldn't help but open their mouths.

"What's going on? What did you do to him?" A student of the same grade asked Heimdall in a low voice.

Heimdall was so preoccupied with vegetable juices that he had no time to talk to him.

Vice-chairman Carlo puffed his cheeks and said: "He brought two pots of cannibal flowers to school, but they were confiscated during the bed check. Maroni wrote three recycling applications in a row and failed." It doesn't work, so I came here early in the morning to ask for an explanation.

Carlo looked at Maroney, the crying had subsided, and he was listening to them, so.He laughed silently, but also ignored it very hard-heartedly, and buried himself in eating.

Mr. Chairman, who finally finished the vegetable juice, let out a long breath, and looked at Carlo, "Tell him, even if he cries for three meals, I won't return the piranha to him unless he shows the Italian magic The planting license issued by the Ministry, and the license signed by Principal Karkaroff allowing him to raise such plants in the dormitory." If Maroni completes the formalities, the two pots of flowers will not be confiscated.In addition, Maroni's piranhas swallowed two of the roommate's velvet one after another. The roommate couldn't bear it and quietly reported it.

Carlo turned his head and raised his voice, "Did you hear that?!"

The little handsome man sniffed and complained, "Why can Heimdall Strulusson keep Mira, eight-eyed spiders, and high-level dangerous creatures in the school? I just put two bowls of food in the dormitory. Ah ah ah ah ah ... I was taken away ... "

Heimdall did not argue, and "mumbled" in a voice that everyone could hear, "My three-year-old son has never been so embarrassing."

Maroney cried out so loudly that he almost pierced the roof.

Heimdall yelled with an ugly face, "Enrique Lacarini, don't watch the show! If you don't come out again, I will use a spell to shut up your brother!" His right hand had already taken out his wand.

"Wait, Mr. Chairman, I'm here, don't be impulsive." Enrique, with brown curly hair, squeezed out from the crowd of onlookers, smiling obsequiously.

"Tell your brother that it's okay for him to stand here and cry, as long as it doesn't affect the students eating." He looked magnanimous.

Maroney's wails became cadenced.

Enrique said helplessly, "Mom and Dad like him more than me. He never listens to me. I can't control him."

Enrique Lacarini and Robert Maroni are brothers with the same father and mother. The difference between the two is three years old. The parents of the two brothers have a very good relationship. One of them takes their father’s surname and the other takes their mother’s name .The youngest son, Robert Maroney, with handsome facial features, is his mother's darling, and he is usually reluctant to say even serious words.Their family has a little blood relationship with La Carini Jr., but they are no longer serious relatives who pass greetings on New Years and holidays.

Heimdall glanced at him, "Get sympathy by complaining about your parents' favoritism? I'm not your professor. If you can't convince him, I have my way. Don't feel bad when the time comes."

Enrique wants to say that you are free, he doesn't feel bad at all, and is even happy to see it succeed, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, it is not easy to blatantly tell everyone that their brothers are at odds...

"I've already written a letter to Dad, maybe you can get the flowers back next week." Enrique turned his head and said to his brother.

The little handsome man wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and said angrily, "Why don't you use your brain? What's the use of writing to Dad, you should tell Mom."

The seventh graders who wanted to show off their demeanor because of the tears of the little beauty just now and murmured at Heimdall's tough criminal immediately lowered their heads and lost the mood to watch the excitement.

Enrique, who was in sixth grade, was scolded by his younger brother who was three years younger, and in front of the first grader who had just entered school. His teeth were itchy with hatred. The younger brother didn't have the consciousness of respecting his older brother. Could it be that he, the older brother, is as disrespectful as the younger brother? sensible?Enrique gritted his teeth secretly, swallowing bitter water into his stomach.

"How many letters have you written?" The little handsome man frowned.

"One." Enrique replied.

"Why don't you write a few more letters?" In Xiaomeinan's heart, his own affairs are so urgent, and if he doesn't write a hundred or eighty letters, he will not get the attention he deserves.

Enrique, who had been instructed to get used to it, just nodded and bowed like a slave, when the president of the student union spoke.

"Have you written the list of extracurricular activities for this school year?"

Enrique shook his head, he hadn't written yet.Enrique Lacarini is the cadre of the Organization Department of the Student Union.

Heimdall asked in an old-fashioned way, "Please hurry up, except for studying, put those irrelevant things aside for the time being."

Enrique was taken aback for a moment, and then happily said yes.

The onlookers couldn't help sniggering, but Xiaomeinan didn't understand, and couldn't figure out where his brother's joy came from.

After the three buddies had finished their breakfast, Mr. Chairman put down the napkin, stood up, patted his ass and left.

Before leaving, Vice Chairman Jones said to Enrique with a serious face: "I didn't even know your brother was illiterate." He made a gesture to record this "important information" in his notebook.

The four of them walked out of the cafeteria, and behind them came the sound of howling and crying like a broken man.

He cried and howled, "I'm obviously here, why do they use the third person? It's so rude!"

Enrique comforted with a wry smile, thinking that this question is really simple, they don't want to talk to you.

On the other hand, Heimdall wondered, "Why is he crying in front of me? What made him think it would work?"

"Maroni looks good, that's a big reliance." Leon guessed.

Heimdall shook his head, "I'm not that hungry."

Carlo suddenly laughed, and the laughter was really weird, "Mr. Blueleg, you are wrong, Maroni's shabby little appearance, how about it? Our student council president is the glamorous, shameless woman, don't talk nonsense Eight ways."

Ryan and Leon laughed.

Heimdall squinted and said, "Even if you describe me as Venus, it won't help your school newspaper funding application."

Carlo bowed his head and stepped aside.

Ryan had a sudden thought, "Maybe he thinks that crying like a child will touch the soft and weak part of your heart?"

Heimdall still shook his head, "He is willing to be my son, but I am not willing to be his father."

They came to the third floor of the castle, and the first class in the morning was a boring History of Magic.

"What are you going to do with the piranha?" Carlo asked.

At present, the piranha is placed in the office of the student union, and the house elf of the school is responsible for taking care of it. This care means to prevent the piranha from eating things it shouldn't eat.

Heimdall said: "I originally planned to move it to the greenhouse and give it to the professor, but I just changed my mind. Didn't Maroney let his parents think of a way, so I just didn't put it in the school."

"Where's that?" Carlo asked.

"Move to the back mountain, ask the horse people to help take care of it."

two,

In order to better popularize the Quidditch sport, the International Quidditch League intends to hold an auction during Christmas, and the proceeds will be used to build Quidditch training institutions and corresponding public facilities.

As a well-known Seeker, Victor was invited by the auction organizer to donate a pair of rainproof glasses for the competition in the name of his family.This ancient goggle is one of Victor's many antique collections, and it is autographed by the famous nineteenth-century Quidditch star George Fick, the goalkeeper of the Tata Drummers.

The master went back to the Knights Tower in order to find the goggles. He dug up and down the bus for three feet but found nothing, even if he cast a spell, there was no movement.

The master checked the time, took out the magic mirror, and contacted Heimdall.

"Honey, do you remember I had a pair of nineteenth-century racing rain glasses?"

Heimdall over there thought for a while, 【Yellow oak frame?Impressed, what's wrong? ] The master roughly talked about the auction.

【Are you going to donate that pair of goggles for auction? ] Heimdall understood.

The master looked around, looking very helpless: "I can't find it, isn't it in the bus?"

[I called Hina...] Heimdall suddenly stopped talking.

"What's wrong?" the old man asked sharply.

[Go to the bedroom first. 】

"I don't remember taking it to the bedroom."

[But I have such an impression. ] Heimdall said uncertainly.

"I'll go and have a look." The master apparated out of the bedroom with a phantom, and pushed open the door. "What are you doing?"

Heimdall pretended to be annoyed: [You just remembered to ask, you don’t care about me anymore, did you forget about me, the old man, with a new one!Say, is it a man or a woman!I warn you, if the other party's appearance is not as good as mine, I will never end with you! ] "Just be better than you?" The master smiled slightly: "This is a question I should worry about. Are there many young handsome guys in the school? Let's be happy, Chairman Stulusson?!"

[How can those little faces compare with you who are strong and healthy. 】Mr. Chairman is always shy.

Victor finished flipping through the bedside table and strode over to the desk, "I don't have any in my drawer."

【Do you want to see my drawer? 】

Victor laughed and scolded, "Don't make trouble!"

[There is also the public drawer in it. 】

Victor pulled out the public drawer, fiddled with it a few times, and then touched a square wooden box with his hand.He remembered the box, which Rigg had brought back from Hogwarts, and which was said to have been given to Rigg by Professor Trelawney.These days, his mind is full of moving after school, and Victor almost forgot about it.

Heimdall's words came from the mirror, 【You can find the things in the public drawer, I approve. ] Victor let out a "huh".

After a while, Heimdall asked, [I asked Hina, and she said that the pair of glasses were stored in a locked obscura next to the display cabinet on the second floor of the bus. 】"I see."

The two ended the call.

Over here in Durmstrang, Heimdall stuffed the mirror back into his pocket, and then looked up, bright lightning flashing in and out of the low-lying depressions of the dark clouds.His right leg was knocked, and he lowered his head, and the king looked up at him curiously.

Heimdall knelt down, stroked the king's neck, and said wistfully, "I'm not a good person."

The king turned his head, not to mention expressive eyes, as if to say: You only know.

Heimdall grinned.

three,

Contrary to the master's expectation, the content in the memory ball has nothing to do with the Strulusson family. He saw grandfather Sergey Krum and young grandmother Gordana Jankulovska Krum rum.

Sitting in front of the second elder was an old woman with full hair and a haggard face. Her voice was weak, as if she had died accidentally, her eyelids were drooping, and her fingers moved very slowly after a long time. She was incredibly old. , like a living corpse.

She is the legendary Cassandra Trelawney.

The memory ball is divided into three screens, recording three different memories.

There are three people in the first picture, Victor’s grandparents and Cassandra; there are two people in the second picture, grandfather Sergey and Cassandra; there are also two people in the third picture, grandmother Ge Erdana and Cassandra.

In the first memory, Cassandra placed three cards in front of the elders, which were consistent with those placed by Professor Trelawney of Hogwarts: amphora, rhododendron, and pansy.

Cassandra's prophecy is as follows: the joy of true love will break through the shackles that shackle the soul, cherish each other, and never leave.

Grandmother Gordana wept with joy, and grandfather couldn't stop thanking Cassandra.

Immediately after the screen turned, the second memory came one after another.

Grandfather Sergey said heavily: "My wife has endured too much pain because of this unwarranted curse. I am grateful for your previous prophecy. That day was the most relaxed day since I knew her. It seemed Let go of the burden that has been carried for many years. According to the original agreement, I will try my best to help you and realize your wish."

Cassandra said nothing, as if falling asleep.

Sergey didn't care, and said, "Please tell me the truth, and what should I do."

As if after a long time, Cassandra raised her eyelids, "The joy of true love will break through the shackles that fetter the soul... The sins of the ancestors may fall to the companions who know and love each other... The lover who never leaves will be separated... The widowed bird My son walks alone in the sky, leaving only thoughts..."

Sergey was silent for a long time, "Is this the advice you gave me? We will be separated in the end, leaving only thoughts...I understand."

Before Victor could recover from his contemplation, the screen went dark, and the third memory opened.

Grandmother Gordana burst into tears, "Great Cassandra, please tell me, what should I do? I understand that the prophecy that day was arranged by my husband in advance, don't ask me why I can detect it, maybe This is what people say is a heart-to-heart connection. After observing these days, I found that my husband is not happy because of my 'no more worries', he is always preoccupied and distracted. Is the truth of the prophecy really that bad? How should I do it To avoid terrible consequences for my husband and family, for whom I would give anything, please tell me, great Cassandra!"

Cassandra was silent for a long time.

Gordana covered her face and wept.

Cassandra's fingers shook slightly, and a pansy card floated in front of Gordana.

Gordana stopped crying, she stretched out her hands, and the cards fell into her palms.

"Restraint, consideration, vigilance..." Cassandra said with difficulty. "Be wary of changes and abnormalities, be wary of unreasonable things, be wary of uninvited visitors, be wary of people and things beyond the plan..."

Gordana asked nervously, "Is this going to save my family?"

"...your child is safe."

Gordana laughed through tears.

She didn't notice that Cassandra only said "baby".

four,

Victor was sitting in the shadow by the desk, a bird flew to the window, the clear cry enlivened the freeze in the room, he raised his head and looked out the window, the sensitive bird quickly flapped its wings and flew away due to this little movement .

He closed the lid of the wooden box and closed the drawers.He got up and left the bedroom, carefully closed the door, shifted to the second floor of the bus, and found a glass box containing antique goggles in the obscura.He lifted the glass case to make sure the contents were intact, then closed the lid.

"Rig is too careful." Victor murmured. "I figured that the reason why he didn't tell me what happened was because he was afraid that I would be suspicious all day long after I knew the truth. He spread the truth in a way that I usually don't pay much attention to. It's up to me to choose whether to see it or not. , the consequences of watching or not watching are also up to me..."

The master raised the corner of his mouth, "What a cunning and bad boy."

Fives,

The centaur leader Eanil opened his eyes wide, and asked uncertainly, "...you mean the silver flower fire tree?"

"Yes, we have never planted such a precious plant before. I would like to ask you, do you have any tips for cultivating the silver flower fire tree? For example, do you need to plant it in a ventilated place? Need enough light? Is there any requirement for the soil to be dry or wet? How often do you water it? Do you fertilize? Which one do you apply?”

"The secret to cultivating silver flower and fire tree?"

"The sapling is about one meter taller than my son."

"More than one meter?"

"...Can you stop parroting? I really need constructive suggestions." Heimdall said with a headache.

E'anil blushed, "Sorry, I was shocked."

"I understand," Heimdall said very understandingly. "I went to visit relatives in England not long ago. The horse people in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts were much more excited than you. They insisted on recycling the saplings. I was very angry."

E'anil's reaction was flat, and he seemed to think that the demands of the horsemen in the Forbidden Forest were completely reasonable, and Heimdall's complaints were unreasonable.The chairman muttered that this guy is really not human!

The centaurs working for IW are different from the "wild" centaurs in the usual sense. Their living environment largely depends on wizards, so the pursuit of the wild centaurs tends to be downplayed here, and their persistence In the eyes of wild horsemen, it may not be worth mentioning, even incredible.

The centaur tribe in the back mountain of Durmstrang does not have the silver flower fire tree. To be precise, because of the destruction and changes of their homes, the symbol tree was missing a long time ago. This is a group of centaur who do not have the shelter of the symbol tree. The horsemen of the mountain did not pin their spirits on a rare plant that can emit light.

The centaur gathering place in the back mountain was filled with all kinds of plants, including the silver flower fire tree, which was included in the bag of seeds Heimdall gave.This silver flower fire tree was mixed with other plants, and it completely lost the uniqueness of the horse tribe in the Forbidden Forest. Except for a faint brilliance, it was no different from the same kind around it.The Yinhuahuo tree in the back mountain is much taller than the one in Heimdall's house, and already has the gracefulness of a teenager, while the one in the chairman's house is still a baby with no waist.

"How do you feed it?" Just like the horse people in the Forbidden Forest, the horse people in Houshan also found it incredible.

"It's not very clear, but it's just living like that anyway, and it seems to be quite nourishing." Heimdall said.

If the centaurs were as exquisite and thoughtful as human beings, they would probably think that Mr. Chairman was brazenly showing off.Heimdall didn't want to tell the story of the Bowtruckle, even to the centaur. The strange animals in the woods behind the Knights House made him vigilant that he must keep his mouth shut.

One person and one horse stared at each other for a long time, but Eanil shook his head in disinterest, "If you don't want to say it, forget it."

Look, the horsemen in the Forbidden Forest hurried to learn from others, this is Fan Er, this is the bearing that a horseman who treats humans as nothing should have the bearing.

"What about the cultivation method?" Heimdall asked.

"There is no trick. Since it has grown into a sapling more than one meter high, you can leave it alone." Eanil's method is to fend for itself. "The difficulty in planting a silver flower fire tree is to break through the soil and germinate. As long as it grows, the most difficult stage will pass."

Heimdall's eyes lit up, he rubbed his hands and asked, "Then... when will it bloom?"

The centaur leader glanced at him and said lightly: "It will bloom in 50 years and bear fruit in 100 years."

Heimdall groaned, "What?! 50 years?" Then he sighed, "Will I live until then, let's talk..."

"You're too lacking in pursuit!" The centaur leader was quite humorous.

Seeing that Heimdall was quite shocked and dejected, the centaur leader said again, "The flowering and fruiting of the silver flower fire tree mainly depends on the growth time of the tree. If it grows fast, it will bloom early, and if it grows slowly, it will bloom late. It is more likely that it will not bloom." If it blooms but does not bear fruit, no matter how bad it is, the light will weaken year by year. When the light fades completely, the tree will not live until the next spring."

Heimdall was tongue-tied and felt a little pain in his shoulder—there was a long way to go.

Eanil said: "The top priority is to grow the tree until it reaches adulthood. Flowering and fruiting will come naturally."

Heimdall nodded, "How about the two pots of piranhas? They didn't cause you any trouble, did they?"

E'anil glanced at him with contempt, as if saying that those two plants were nothing to the centaur.

"That's right. I guess the two pots of piranhas will eventually be taken home by the child's parents. You don't need to take special care of them, as long as they don't die," Heimdall said.

The centaurs are indifferent to humans, but they are as gentle as water to plants. Heimdall's suggestion is actually very practical, but for them, they have a very bad heart.E'anil gave him a hard look, but Mr. Chairman didn't think about it for a long time.

However, the little beautiful boy Robert Maroney waited and waited, hoped and hoped, but there was no news of the rumored permission to be obtained, and his mother wrote several letters with the same wording to appease his emotions.A week later, Maroni, who is more playful and forgetful, fell in love with a classmate's usnea beetle. He left two pots of piranhas behind him, and those two pots of forgotten flowers took root in the back mountain. He settled down, and was not remembered by people until a long time later.