HP's Foreign Land

one,

The full name of the regular exchange meeting that Carlo mentioned is the "International Conference of Organizations for Advanced Learning in Magic". It is not held regularly, nor is it a formal meeting in the usual sense. School - to join in the fun.

In the past hundred years, the wizarding world has been in turmoil. From time to time, some people who feel extremely good about themselves have attempted to centralize power. Fortunately, most people are particularly rebellious against their representatives, and they have united to resist, thus disintegrating disasters one after another.It was those people who aspired to be the king and hegemony that made the "International Conference of Magical Learning Organizations", which had been sparsely populated before, have the scale and popularity it has today.

Some wizards who were confused finally realized the importance of improving their magic. At the same time, they also realized that it would be very shameless for a wizard not to be proficient in magic, just like a pilot who doesn't know how to fly a plane and a driver who doesn't know how to drive a car.

After such a concept was widely recognized in the wizarding world, various magic training schools began to appear together—the speed was comparable to the refresh frequency of small street advertisements. It’s been decades of tossing around like this, magic training school Gradually formed a climate, but also gradually recognized by the public.It is said that no matter what stage you are in, people are always eager to change. After gaining awareness, you start to think about how to make it to a higher level, and the people in charge of the training school are no exception.

Ever since, the little-known "International Conference of Magical Learning Organizations" re-entered people's field of vision with a new package under the advocacy of these clever, crazy wizards who wanted to be famous.Earlier, it was called "Learner's Conference". I have to say that after adding "International", it seems to have made rapid progress, and it has become high-end and high-end.Then again, this move has indeed attracted some well-known organizations to join, especially in the past three years, regular magic schools can be seen during the conference.

According to this trend, if things go on like this for a long time... the people in charge of the training school wept with joy.

When they received a reply from Durmstrang College that Professor Karkaroff expressed his willingness to attend the meeting, the people in charge were so happy that they almost passed out.Durmstrang, one of the three major schools in Europe, this is no longer an ordinary small school. They need history, achievements, and backstage... The people in charge are thinking about this, hugging their heads cry bitterly.

The sages of the German school, Karkaroff from the bottom of his heart doesn't like this training organization meeting, it's like a dinner party for wild cats and dogs, it feels very cheap, and Durmstrang still needs to prove themselves on low-end occasions value?He must have thought so two years ago, but not now.The current Professor Karkaroff has a deep insight into the necessity of "equal treatment". When Victor Krum and a large number of outstanding players are about to graduate, he is aware of the urgency of time. He is impatient and burning. , He scratched his hair and thought hard. After several months of quiet observation, he came to the conclusion that the goddess of luck resolutely immigrated in recent years, and it was impossible to bring him the next Krum. The headmaster reluctantly gave up the sustainability of the Quidditch career. Development goals, try to develop other industries.

Before the next round of solid and feasible plans was released, Karkaroff decided to go out for more walks and show off on large occasions. It would be best to catch up with a few waves of media interviews and increase the rate of appearances. Go with the flow.

At the beginning of the new school year, when Karkaroff successfully recruited female students, broke the wrong evaluation of the school's "boys' school" for many years, and regained the hard-won sense of accomplishment, the "International Conference of Magic Learning Organizations" was unstable again. The sex meeting satisfied the principal's eager desire to spread "love" to the whole world, and he replied happily.

Karkaroff was prepared to condescend to come to low-end occasions to accept worship and flattery, but unfortunately he forgot a very important point. Now that the goddess of luck has immigrated, how can he ensure that his wishes come true?

two,

The two sat in the principal's carriage that was flying smoothly. Professor Karkaroff pondered for a long time, then suddenly raised his head with a solemn expression, and Heimdall quickly put on an attitude of listening attentively.

"Sturlusson, you have to remember." Karkaroff seemed deep.

Heimdall dared not be careless even more, and raised his chest and abdomen to express his determination. His prudence was fully affirmed by Principal Karkaroff, and Mr. Principal nodded silently in his heart.

The Mr. Principal, who had sold out, continued to say: "Don't say anything after entering the venue with me later."

Heimdall carefully asked for confirmation, "Don't say anything?"

Karkaroff continued to nod deeply.

Heimdall really wanted to ask why, but seeing the inscrutable look on the other side's face, he couldn't help being awed.

"I understand." Heimdall said honestly.

"When others talk to us, you can say something to deal with them." Karkaroff gave him a trick lightly.

Heimdall squeezed the palm of his hand hard to keep himself from grinning out loud. The principal told him to show off with him. He was afraid that he would not understand the spirit, so he revealed the answer in a unnecessary way.Mr. Chairman waited for a long time before nodding vigorously silently, for fear that if he made a sound, his achievements would be ruined.

Karkaroff might have thought of other important details. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the whole carriage shook violently. Karkaroff leaned forward, bent his knees, and almost knelt in front of Heimdall. Fortunately, Karkaroff Mu Daer has a sharp eye and a quick hand to help him, so that he doesn't make a fool of himself.

Karkaroff was so ashamed that he thanked embarrassingly, and then pushed open the small window fiercely and poked his head out. At this time, the carriage had already arrived in the sky above Barcelona, ​​Spain, where the meeting was held. Karkaroff was taken aback.

Why is there a traffic jam all of a sudden?

The sky above the old city of Barcelona is crowded with horse-drawn carriages of various forms, and the enchanted timed traffic signs erected in mid-air rotate their colors every 5 minutes to release the long traffic squeezed in the east, west, north, south, and north.There is no lack of sneaking in and jumping in line while waiting-this situation is often exchanged for endless arguments, plus wizards on broomsticks and small baskets peddling wares in the queue.Carriages and brooms huddled together, screaming and cursing were endless, and the signage could not play the role of guidance at all.

Durmstrang's carriage was at the end of the queue to enter the city. Karkaroff looked ahead, and the queue was outrageously long.

"My lord, do you want something exciting?" A dark-skinned young man approached with a big smile.

Karkaroff gave him an ugly look.

The young man pretended not to understand the impatience of the other party, and quickly said in fairly fluent English, "I guarantee that you will want to eat it after eating it, and want to use it after you use it. The products in our store are genuine at a fair price, and there is nothing wrong with them."

Karkaroff glanced into the basket on his arm, "XX brand pill packs you with the brave physique of a werewolf, a beautiful night of ecstasy", the headmaster's face changed drastically, he Igor Karkaroff still needs this Something to have a good night? !Are you kidding, Karkaroff... In a blink of an eye, Heimdall looked at him curiously. Karkaroff waved his hand, "Go, go, don't sell things here, we don't need it!"

"Don't, you don't like this, I have something else..."

"I don't need anything!" Karkaroff said without doubt.

The young man urged the broom under him to turn sideways, skillfully meeting Heimdall's eyes in the carriage.

"Sir, do you need something?"

Karkaroff's cheek twitched slightly, but he didn't stop it.

Heimdall moved over, smiled friendly, flipped through the samples in the basket with his right hand without any scruples—Karkaroff almost twisted his brows when he saw him like this.

Heimdall said, "What's going on outside? Why is there such a long line? Has something happened in the old town?"

The young man saw him chatting with himself, and saw that he seemed a little interested in the things in the basket, so he quickly knew everything, "The wizard traffic management department of the Spanish Ministry of Magic is on strike. They cut off the Floo network and canceled the current nationwide Portkeys, the gates are closed, and now even the Spanish Minister can only drive to and from work in a horse-drawn carriage."

Not every wizard is good at apparating. For the sake of your own life, don't join in the fun.It is estimated that the Spanish minister is a cautious person.

"Why the strike?" Heimdall asked.

"Why else?" The young man said meaningfully.

Money is not everything, but without money it is impossible.

Heimdall showed a clear expression, "Is there no one to take care of it like this? It's too late."

"In order to ensure the safety of the old city, all horse-drawn carriages entering the old city must line up honestly. When your horse-drawn carriages officially enter the city, you will see the staff in charge of registration," the young man looked at the front and said in a normal tone , "It will take about 4 or 5 hours for you to turn, it's still pretty fast, and we have sent more people today. You don't want anything else?"

Heimdall shook his head, holding a medicine bottle soaked in mint leaves in his hand. When the cork is pulled out, green smoke will be emitted. It is said that this kind of smoke has many unexpected benefits - beautifying the skin, preventing all diseases, and the second year of the year. Ten years to eighteen, in fact, is to play a refreshing role, exaggeration is a common problem in advertising all over the world.

"The mint leaves grown by our family are used to ensure that the medicine will cure the disease." The young man introduced enthusiastically.

Karkaroff got a headache when he heard "guarantee".

The young man didn't want to waste his efforts on the indifferent old man, so he took a Sickle and flew to the rear of the team under control of the broom.

Karkaroff said: "You don't need to spend this money at all." Judging from Karkaroff's social experience, a silver is definitely expensive.

"I've never seen this before. It smells very pleasant." Heimdall put the bottle away.

Karkaroff curled his lips, "It seems that we can't even go beyond the height." The young man said he wanted to register for a horse. Seeing that the trip was going badly, Mr. Principal's mood plummeted, and he even regretted working so hard.

Just thinking about whether to go home altogether, Heimdall's voice sounded, "Professor, close the window!"

Karkaroff yanked hard, and the window slammed shut, blocking a large group of small baskets scrambling towards them.Disappointed traders rode brooms and huddled in front of the window panes, looking inward from time to time. Unfortunately, the window of the headmaster's carriage had been specially treated so that it was blurry from the outside to the inside.

three,

In the end, the "International Conference of Magic Learning Organizations" sent people to take them back.

Karkaroff couldn't help but be overjoyed, and he was a little more certain about his decision to "condemn his dignity", look, how much people value us!

They entered the old city smoothly under the leadership of the patrol officers of the police force in charge of public security. The carriage finally stopped beside a Gothic building made of gray stone. Drops, colorful and eye-catching.

The two pushed the door and got out of the car. Karkaroff greeted the gatekeeper calmly, as if it was not the first time he had come; Heimdall looked around curiously.When the wizard patrolman tried to hang a warning sign on Sahara Bloodmane's neck, he was overturned by the anxious Bloodmane. Bloodmane glared at the horrified patrolmen and the signs in their hands, stamped their hooves and snorted. determination.

The patrolmen were shocked by its majestic momentum, shoving and shoving, not daring to make a move.The sign was used to tell the other patrol officers that the carriage had been registered. The patrol officers looked in this direction, and Heimdall hurriedly turned away and moved closer to the principal, pretending to listen to them without distraction.

The patrolmen waited for a while and still couldn't wait for the right time to talk, so they had no choice but to hang the sign on the light stand outside the carriage.Sahara's blood mane swung his neck and let out bursts of neighing, and the vivid contempt in his eyes made several patrolmen almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

On this side, Karkaroff, who had finished greeting the gatekeeper, turned his head to greet Heimdall, and the two walked into the wooden door opened by the gatekeeper together.

"Sturlusson, the situation has changed." The lights in the entrance were dim, but even so, Karkaroff's distraught face could be clearly seen under the dim light.

"What's wrong?" Heimdall asked.

"You'll know when you enter the door." After Karkaroff finished speaking, he stopped in front of a set of wizard chess pieces. This chess piece was placed on a wall, and the trend of the two sides had begun to take shape.Karkaroff stared at the chessboard and thought for a moment, then pointed to the queen and said, "You, come here!"

The chess piece jumped up and landed in the grid designated by Karkaroff, and then the chess piece made a sound, which was slightly harsh, [Not satisfactory, forget it, let you enter! ] The entrance slowly opened in front of the two of them, and Karkaroff's expression could no longer be described as "ugly".

Bright light gushed out, enveloping them instantly.

four,

Heimdall finally understood where the "change" was. In the huge dome-like conference hall, among the crowded participants, he saw more than one principal figure.Not at the level of the person in charge of the advanced training class, but at the level of the principal of the magic school, which is equal to Karkaroff.

He saw Mrs. Järwei, Headmaster of Heidegrakke, Mrs. Maxim of Beauxbatons, and even Hogwarts... Vice-Headmaster Professor Snape.

Karkaroff was also shocked by the scale of this exchange meeting. He thought he was here to improve the level of the meeting, but now it seems that he is the one who was raised.Karkaroff beat his chest in annoyance: Makes you impulsive, makes you proud, how can Durmstrang's unique high-end status be highlighted now! ! !

"Professor." Heimdall whispered.

Karkaroff turned his head abruptly, with an indescribably ferocious look in his eyes, Heimdall bit the bullet and muttered: "This gentleman is talking to you."

It was only then that Karkaroff realized that there was a person in front of him, and he looked closely. It turned out to be Louis Centria, one of the founders of the "International Conference of Magic Learning Organizations" and the founder of the Lewis School of Magic Learning.

Centria, with a big beard, held Karkaroff's hand enthusiastically, "Welcome, Professor Karkaroff, I was restless early in the morning because of your upcoming visit, and I only ate lunch Half of the usual!"

Karkaroff's slick voice saved his gaffe, "It's a great honor, I was so excited to receive your invitation that I couldn't sleep all night."

The two looked at each other and smiled, knowing each other's crappy lies, and walked towards the depths of the conference hall with a seemingly close relationship.

"That's..." Centria looked behind Karkaroff.

"Durmstrang's new student council president, Heimdall Strulusson." Karkaroff proudly introduced.

"Oh..." Centria's drawl was meaningful.

Heimdall raised his eyebrows. He used to have conflicts with the Spanish Ministry of Magic because of the case of Karel Di Rupo. It is no wonder that Mr. Centralia made a fuss.He could guess how the Spanish Ministry of Magic propagated its evil appearance in the country, and how it spared no effort to flog and smear it. Mr. Centria's reaction was already of a strong psychological quality.

Karkaroff might have thought of something too. Centralia's indifference made him feel very embarrassed, so he said to Heimdall: "Go and look around by yourself, there are many old friends here." Karkaroff Because of his special experience, he is quite repulsed by reminiscing about the old days, especially the old ones in the UK.

Heimdall understood what he meant, and watched the headmaster smile exaggeratedly into a group of people who were talking loudly under the introduction of Centria, before turning around to find his target.

He saw Snape and a green-robed wizard bowing their heads and talking from a distance, and he didn't seem to want to be disturbed. He dismissed the idea of ​​going up to talk now, and turned around to bump into a witch who seemed very bored.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." The witch grimaced in frustration.

All the cakes in her hands were fed onto Heimdall's robe. This session started as a buffet. Heimdall quickly found the same cakes flying in a spiral shape on the table next to the wall.

Seeing that she just kept apologizing, Heimdall took out his wand and chanted a spell to remove the cream, nuts and jam from the wizard's robe.

The witch said with bright eyes, "Your magic is awesome! Which school do you belong to?"

"Durmstrang." Heimdall shook his head modestly.

The witch looked confused, "Durmstrang? Is there such a school?"

Heimdall hesitated, "...you don't know Damstrang?"

The witch shook her head.

Heimdall was silent.

The witch misunderstood his silence and comforted, "It's okay, you can transfer schools."

Heimdall couldn't laugh or cry, if the principal heard about it, he would probably go crazy.

"Why change schools?" Heimdall was puzzled.

"The more famous a school is, the more capable teachers it will attract." The witch thought he was a rookie, and she followed her advice carefully, "You are still young, so you should not be impulsive when choosing a school. You must think about your future, and you must not be sloppy. For your future, only Changing schools was the right choice."

In a blink of an eye, she forgot that she had just praised Heimdall Xiaolu's magic, probably thinking that he was just such a "one trick" after learning it over and over again.

He didn't even know that Durmstrang had become so "withered"... He had a faint feeling that the topics of the conversation between the two were actually irrelevant, but he was not allowed to correct it immediately.The "school" in the witch's mouth probably refers to a school for further education, not a school for magic.

To be honest, he didn’t know anything about the field of further education schools. The education schools affiliated with the Kosol Children’s Foundation had some knowledge, but they were public welfare and different from the for-profit education schools in society.

"What school are you from?" Heimdall asked.

The witch said happily, "I'm a student of Huoyan Training School, focusing on life magic. My goal is to be an editor of a magazine's life column in the future."

Under normal circumstances, wizards who graduated from formal magic schools—such as the three major schools in Europe—can take up jobs directly, unless a job assessment is required before taking up the job—this is the case for therapists. Those who are dismissed because of their poor work or professional skills will also attend further education schools in order to improve their skills, but this is not common. Graduates who claim that their dignity is inviolable would rather study on their own than enroll in such schools. First, they feel humiliated; second. It's because I don't like it; the third is the most important thing, and it needs extra money.People who are accustomed to imported high-end candies will dislike the bitterness and astringency of maltose, and ignore the benefits of maltose.

Today's magic advanced schools are actually ahead of traditional magic schools in terms of classification and selection. The witch's "mainly focusing on life magic" sounds very novel to Heimdall. Unexpectedly, the magic world has also begun to divide majors.

Heimdall felt that he was very knowledgeable, so he quickly asked, "How do you distinguish life magic? What kind of magic is life magic?"

The witch became more and more sympathetic to him, "It's still too late to transfer schools, you just entered the school, right?"

"No, it's been more than six years." Heimdall said calmly.

The witch was tongue-tied, she probably hadn't seen a student who had studied for more than six years and hadn't passed the exam yet.More than six years... How much will it cost... The witch is a bit stuck, not sure whether to continue lobbying him to change schools, but if he doesn't transfer, he can't just sit back and let him continue to be deceived.The witches have taken Heimdall for a fool, and all walks of life have cancers of cheating under the guise.

"You haven't told me how life magic is distinguished!" Heimdall asked innocently.

The witch laughed, "Living magic is magic that does not have offensive capabilities, such as spells that change colors, spells that deform objects, various cleaning spells, and so on."

Color-changing and metamorphosis belong to the category of transfiguration, and transfiguration is an upper-level difficulty and upper-level dangerous course in the teaching of spells.

Heimdall asked with great interest, "You must have mastered it well."

"No, I'm still a long way off," said the witch shyly. "I've only just been able to make objects change color, but I can't change the color I want at will."

The color-changing spell is a common question type in the British OWLs examination, and it is also one of the spells that must be mastered in the assessment of junior wizards in various countries.

"Who did you come with?" asked the witch.

"Our principal."

The witch gritted her molars, annoyed at the weakness of the organizing committee's review—it allowed the liar to bluff here, and also curious about the other party's appearance.

"Which one is your principal?" the witch asked.

Heimdall thought that she didn't even know Durmstrang, and she wasn't afraid that she would see the headmaster goofing off. "Oh, there, the one with the gray wizard robe on the pillar."

The witch looked around for a few moments, and muttered angrily, "Such a fat person with a mischievous eye, he really isn't a good person!"

What? !Heimdall looked back again, and found a dramatic sight of a big fat man with a gray beard blocking Karkaroff, holding a plate in his hand, concentrating on stuffing delicious food into his mouth, his eyes were narrowed into two slits, and he seemed to be very intoxicated. The blue-gray wizard robe barely had a "grey".

Heimdall didn't know how to explain this wonderful misunderstanding, and was struggling, when the witch warmly invited, "I'll introduce my friend to you."

Heimdall quickly found another circle of acquaintances, who seemed to be busy, "Thank you, I hope I won't disturb you."

The witch said: "No, everyone gets along very well."

"Are your friends in the same profession as you?"

"No, I'm the only one who chose life magic."

"Your school has several majors."

The witch silently calculated, "Seven or eight."

"So many!" Heimdall's surprise was undisguised.

The witch felt sympathetic again, and after careful consideration, she resolutely persuaded, "Then you should not go to school like Delang..."

"Durmstrang." Heimdall couldn't help correcting.

The witch disagreed, "Change schools."

Heimdall just smirked.