HP's Foreign Land

one,

As soon as he returned to the exhibition area, Heimdall was surrounded by Knut and others. He received several enthusiastic slaps on his shoulders, especially Karkaroff, who almost knocked the head of the room down.Heimdall struggled to stand still with all his strength.

"Great!" Seeing that Knut also greeted himself on his shoulder, Heimdall hurriedly changed from passive to active, grabbed his hand and shook it violently.

"Thank you, just shaking hands is enough. I have to compete twice. Don't fall down at this time."

Knut laughed loudly, "You are so funny!"

Heimdall was silent, no one would believe the truth...

"Good job!" Karkaroff's little face was as bright as the morning sun.

Some of the onlookers in the public display area expressed their praises and blessings one after another. Although they didn't understand where these people came from, and waved their flags for Mao, Director Strulusong still treated them equally and thanked them with a smile.

"Come on, we are optimistic about you!" Someone yelled, causing a burst of laughter.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely warm.

Crimea returned in such an atmosphere. It was completely different from the joy of Durmstrang's generous display of the fruits of victory. The Hagar School of Magic was chilling, and Crimea slumped in frustration. In the noisy background, he walked towards the gloomy headmaster.

"I'm sorry." Crimea moved his mouth.

Due to the large number of onlookers, and in order to win a good reputation of tolerance and generosity, Mr. Hagar resisted the urge to roar and shout in front of several principals and chairmen of the education department, and squeezed out a smile. He bluntly comforted Crimea who had returned home.

"It's normal for games to be won and lost," Hagar said, taking a deep breath. "Through this game, we have witnessed your level. As long as you are worthy of your usual efforts and your teacher, as long as you feel that you have gained something, you will win if you lose."

Karkaroff, who was quietly paying attention to the movement here, wanted to applaud. He didn't blush when he said such words from Hagar's mouth. Karkaroff silently recited a few words, feeling deeply inspired.

After adjusting his mood, Hagar came to Heimdall with an excited expression, pretentiously put on a handsome pose, and tactfully praised Heimdall's wonderful performance.

"What a fantastic student and I'm proud that Durmstrang has a student like you."

Karkaroff rebelled, why do you represent Durmstrang? !

Hagar's affectation was impressive, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and there was a kind of speechless rush to him.

"Thank you." Heimdall said kindly.

"Crimea." Hagar called Crimea to him, and said earnestly, "Winning or losing is secondary. Friendship lasts forever. Shake each other's hands. After shaking hands, we will still be friends."

This principal treats them as little friends? !Chief Sturlusson couldn't help but laugh, and Knut and the others showed expressions of wanting to vomit.Only Hagar feels good about releasing the radiance of "holy".

Crimea didn't think much, stretched out his right hand, and Heimdall took it.

Crimea said: "It is my skills that are inferior to others."

"Thank you, I deserve to win you, but you don't have to belittle yourself." Heimdall said calmly.

The Crimean language is blocked, and I probably didn't expect the other party to be so straightforward.

Hagar's "holy" almost didn't hold back, but Karkaroff quietly gave a thumbs up.

Knut snickered, "Uncle Rieger is also second to none when angry."

Most of the people present had the same thoughts as Knut, thinking that Heimdall was deliberately satirizing others, but in fact it was not the case. What the room chief said was from the heart and the truth.He deserved to win. He has received special training from the international police force. In Heimdall's mind, if he loses, he can only remake it. If he wins...to be honest, he is a bit invincible.

The other party is just an ordinary wizard who may have studied some magic, not a vicious dark wizard on the run, let alone a murderer who has committed heinous crimes in major wizard prisons.

In fact, in the wizarding world, wizards generally have a low sense of hostility. Anyone who has nothing to do is thinking about offense and defense all day long. In peacetime, even the real Patton has to watch TV at home, so the life of a wizard determines his magical tendency.Take the United Kingdom as an example. Regardless of the high-level officials of the British Ministry of Magic, all of them have their eyes above the top. When facing the Death Eaters, they can only throw away their armor and flee with their heads in their arms.Since the opening of the Weasley brothers' joke shop in Diagon Alley, the best-selling product is not love psychedelic perfume, nor the fat tongue taffy and coma flower candy that the brothers have high hopes for, but the anti-spell series props : Spellproof hat, Spellproof cloak and Spellproof gloves.

These three things have no effect at all in the face of the Unforgivable Curse, they can only bounce some minor spells back, but the British Ministry of Magic still ordered 500 sets for employees cautiously, and required employees to wear them at work, because Most employees don't even think about putting a basic self-defense armor spell, and they are not sure.This is the general level of wizards. You can scold them for not being aggressive, but you can't accuse them of being incompetent. Because they can't use them, they turn a blind eye to self-defense and offensive magic in the usual sense.

To sum up, Crimea was able to stun a dragon once unscathed. Leaving aside the "pre-practice" part for the time being, this kid's level is above the average.

two,

Karkaroff managed to get Heimdall ample time for lunch, perhaps afternoon tea would be more accurate.Durmstrang's one-on-three fearless spirit won them more attention and applause. Even Hagar was too embarrassed to make a fuss about it. Hurry up and do ideological work on the next two players, and don't want them to repeat the same mistakes .

Cecilia Lu has been with the two student council chairmen all along. After the near-miss competition, she finally gained a new understanding of the magic school, and she could hear a few "human words" during her evaluation.Generally speaking, she still doesn't have a good impression of the magic school. What she has encountered or heard before made her so extreme, which is really puzzling.

When Heimdall stuffed it into his mouth, he found that Cecilia always liked to look at his feet, and asked curiously, "What's under my feet?"

"Those horrible hands..." Cecilia hesitated to speak.

Heimdall understood that she was referring to the black shadow who threatened Crimea to lose his composure and lose the golden bean before the game was over.

"Is that black magic?" Cecilia asked.

"That's it."

Cecilia thought he would not disclose.

"I mean it's kind of black magic, but it's not aggressive," Heimdall said.

"Not aggressive?" Knut's eyes widened in disbelief.

Heimdall nodded, "It just looks scary."

"What kind of magic is that?" Cecilia asked again.

"Actually, it's a black magic creature called Little Glove."

Those skeleton hands definitely looked big, and they didn't seem to have much to do with gloves.

"Don't look at me like that, that's what the wizard who researched it is called." Heimdall refused to accept their contemptuous gaze.

As they were talking, the principals of the two schools and a group of wizards came, and Heimdall quickly stood up.

"Sit down and continue eating." Karkaroff pushed him back.

"Everyone, this is..." Heimdall was puzzled.

"Mr. Hagar has a new idea." Karkaroff sneered.

"As I said just now, don't bother Mr. Sturluson at all. As the headmaster, you can make the decision." Hagar charged Karkaroff with his mouth.

"I also emphasized that it was not me who played the game, and I don't want to cause trouble for my student council president because of my self-assertion." Karkaroff was very frank.

The sages of Durmstrang, Igor Karkarov's thinking mode will be so advanced one day, and it is only through comparison that it can be identified.

Heimdall waited patiently for the following, and Karkaroff gestured to Hagar, "please speak".

Hagar smiled kindly, "That's right, Strulusson, I propose to shorten the game."

"...What does it mean to shorten the progress of the game?" Heimdall wondered, and pressed "Fast Forward"?

"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point!" Karkaroff couldn't help complaining.

Hagar's smile remained unchanged, "Next you will face two challenges from Hagar School of Magic. In order not to waste the time between you and your principal, I propose to change the rules of the competition."

Heimdall was very happy that he finally admitted that Hagar challenged Durmstrang, but these words were really harsh. What do you mean by "not wasting your time and your headmaster's time"?

"How are you going to change the rules?" Heimdall asked.

"The two contestants from Hagar are playing at the same time..." Knut and the others started yelling before Hagar's principal finished speaking.

"You are too pushy. You were the one who said three-on-one, but now it is two-on-one? This is a magic competition based on the premise of 'fairness, justice and openness', not a special exhibition match of your Hagar School of Magic! "It was Beauxbaton's student union chairman who said this, even Hagar, who was thicker than the city wall, was red-faced at the scene, and Mrs. Maxim pretended to be deaf and dumb behind Hagar.

Heimdall thought for a moment, "If I agree, can I make a condition?"

"You really agree!" The chairwoman's eyes widened.

Heimdall whispered in her ear: "There is no limit to shamelessness, I want to do it once and for all."

The chairwoman thought for a moment, if the German school accidentally loses, there is an excuse to defend herself. It would not be ugly to lose two-on-one, but win one-on-one anyway.

"It's good if you have a plan." The female chairwoman was afraid that his head would get hot.

Heimdall smiled gratefully, turned to Hagar, and asked the question again.

The python researcher who was holding Heimdall's cloak asked, "What's your condition?"

"All the things you got in the arena just now, follow me into the second round."

The researcher suddenly smiled, and Heimdall was puzzled. The researcher walked to him and said in a low voice: "You are honest, even if you bring those things into the second scene without telling them, no one will stop you or expose you." .”

Seemingly tacit understanding?

Heimdall gaped, "Really?"

The researcher raised his eyebrows.

The head of the room had a look of bitterness and hatred.

The researcher snickered again, squinted at the room chief's sad little side face, and thought, "I think I don't care about the ring on your hand."

Heimdall took a step back without any trace, "Since that's the case, I have no other demands."

Hagar didn't care about anything else, just waited for this sentence, and immediately walked towards his students happily.

Bangor rolled his eyes again, and Garcia decided to stay in the public exhibition hall and watch the big screen.

Karkaroff struggled for a long time, with unpredictable expressions, deeply reflecting on whether his decision not to make his own decisions was wrong... Snape and Mrs. Maxim also stayed in the exhibition hall, drinking sparkling wine as if nothing had happened. The color chatted up.

The researcher took a step to block Heimdall's way, "You haven't given me an answer yet."

Heimdall took his cloak from him and passed it into Knut's.The researcher was very amused by his childish behavior. In a blink of an eye, Heimdall took out a small mirror and murmured something to the mirror with his back turned to him. When he turned to face himself again, the researcher vaguely saw a picture in the mirror. Face.

Heimdall said to the mirror: "My dear, there is a gentleman... What is your name?"

The researcher said calmly, "Polas."

Heimdall continued, "Mr. Bolas invited me out for a drink, and made it clear that he doesn't care what the ring on my left ring finger means." After that, he shoved the mirror into the hand of Researcher Bolas. "Say to him yourself, please get my husband's permission first."

Bolas looked at the mirror in his hand, and then at Heimdall who turned around and stuffed a snack into his mouth as if nothing happened. The smile on his face was intriguing.

The confident researcher picked up the mirror, and the person in the mirror made him stunned, why did he look familiar?

This dramatic scene was an eye-opener for Knut and others. They observed Bolas's facial expressions with great interest. The subtle changes caused by emotional fluctuations were so ups and downs that it was unstoppable.

three,

Hagar's two remaining contestants were quite different in appearance, Mpati, a short, chocolate-cream-skinned South African of mixed race, and Carter, a tall white man.

During the handshake time before playing, Mpatty looked away arrogantly. Carter didn't say a word about his teammates' childish behavior, and held Heimdall's hand with a smile.

"You're amazing, I'm a little scared," Carter said.

Mpati couldn't bear to see that he made others want to destroy his prestige, so he coughed a few times.

Heimdall and Carter smiled at each other and let go of their hands at the same time.

"What is the order of play?" Heimdall asked.

Carter frowned, as if about to say something, then cautiously changed his mind.Mpati knew nothing about this fleeting change, and raised objections on the spot, "Durmstrang went first in the last game, this time it should be our Hagar." Mpati's loud protest made Carter's brows loosened instantly, and the voices of his teammates seemed to cater to his mind.

Heimdall took this into consideration and decided to keep silent.

Researcher Bolas didn't expect that Hagar could be cheeky in a two-on-one game, and he could carry out his shamelessness to the end.

"As long as Durmstrang doesn't object," said Porras.

The two of Hagar immediately stared at Heimdall, and Heimdall looked into Carter's eyes nonchalantly, "Your name is Carter?"

Carter didn't understand his sudden approach, and nodded vigilantly.

"Your accent is rare in Europe." Heimdall said calmly.

Carter was confused, and the two looked at each other.Carter was taken aback for a moment, but he returned to normal in a blink of an eye. He rubbed the back of his head, deciding to put the sudden and unexplainable weird feeling behind him for a while.

Heimdall told the researchers, "Let Hagar go first, since they're acting so eager."

four,

Heimdall raised his head and looked up again. The skyscrapers in front of him reflected dazzling spots of light in the sun, and he closed his eyes for a while.There is only one tall glass building in this man-made space, just like the model of the previous space was determined by Heimdall, and the building in front of him is from one of the two representatives of Hagar.

As for which one it was, he was a little confused, but he was still surprised that it was a subconscious reflex of a wizard.

He stepped up the wide steps and came to the entrance. The revolving door painted with gold paint revealed the majestic aura of a local tyrant.He stood cautiously for a while, aiming at the right time to sneak in quickly, and then pressed against the glass in front, fearing that he would be caught, waited for the door to turn open, and immediately rushed into the door.

As a former dick, one of the biggest fears in Mr. Stulusson's life is going through the revolving door.It wasn't until he walked into the towering and imposing lobby that he realized that he could teleport in.

The lobby of a skyscraper is not as resplendent as a revolving door, with a checkerboard pattern drilled into the ground, and the wall is covered with wallpaper of unknown material, with concave and convex patterns. If a smart and capable housewife is here, she will definitely sneer at the choice of wallpaper— — It takes extra time to clean the dust in the hollow, and a huge modern-looking glass lamp hangs above the head. Those dazzling lines seem to be a mess, and white bulbs in the shape of flower buds are dotted among them.

Heimdall gave up on comprehending something from this lamp, and glanced at the large streamlined table in front of his eyes. Of course, there was no one behind the table.He did not expect Hagar's two representatives to be so hospitable.

They must be somewhere in this building, Heimdall, standing in front of the elevator and looking at the constantly beating numbers, pondered in his heart...

There was a ding sound, and the elevator door opened. Inside the elevator was covered with a maroon carpet, with no extra decorations. On the wall facing the elevator door was a painting with a reduced layout. Sargent’s "Poison Gas Warfare" had a profound theme. Sobering.Director Strulusson glanced at it disinterestedly, but naturally he didn't recognize what the painting was or who the author was.

He hesitated at the button for a few seconds and pressed "6".

The numbers danced on the panel, and there was another ding sound, the elevator door swung open, and a pair of huge claws squeezed through the gradually opening door and swung into the elevator.Heimdall was taken aback. He couldn't see the opponent's appearance clearly, and he knew that the opponent was huge with only a pair of big black eagle claws.

When the stun spell was cast, it was like a pebble falling into the sea. A gust of wind gushed out from the wand and hit the eagle claw directly. anger.After the Petrification Curse, Binding Curse, Imprisonment Curse, and Freezing Curse failed one after another, the opponent didn't take advantage of it. Heimdall stood in the elevator unscathed, but the opponent's attack was weaker than before, and he was probably tired from kicking.

Heimdall used the leg-lock spell, and at the same moment when the leg-lock spell succeeded, he used the movement spell to force the opponent to move back, and forced the eagle claw out of the elevator at the very moment, and closed the elevator door.From time to time there was a violent banging sound from the other end of the thick metal plate. Heimdall pressed a few times on the panel indiscriminately, and finally used magic to force the elevator to lock.

The room chief rolled up his sleeves and prepared to fight hard. He would not leave the 6th floor until he surrendered the thing outside. He didn't want the first battle to end in failure.

Heimdall took out his pocket, then his expression changed, he took a breath, and when his palm left the pocket, he dragged out a dirty-looking ball of hair.He shook his hand vigorously, and the hair ball fell to the ground gracefully, and the hair all over his body was fluffed up again aggressively, and he grinned at the head of the room with a fierce look on his face.

Heimdall's wand pointed at it, "Let's have a truce first, the joint fight against the enemy is imminent, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!"

I don't know if Mao Tuan understood Heimdall's words, or the loud noise outside the elevator forced it to recognize the situation.All in all, it calmed down and stopped trying to find Heimdall's bad luck.

Afterwards, Heimdall took out a camphorwood box from the cloth bags covered with layers of large bags and small bags. Only Merlin knew how much thought he had put into "black" this box. He never thought that the creators of the artificial space had no intention of Bargaining with him, the things you collected in the previous round can come in handy now.

"I'll count to three, open the door, and then you find a way to block it for me, so as to buy time for the guy in the box to make a move." Heimdall told Mao Tuanzi thousands of times, but in fact he didn't know what to do, because he didn't know Mao Tuanzi. Can the group understand?

No matter what, give it a try, if it doesn't work, there is another trick.

The elevator experienced the most intense shaking so far. The lights in the elevator were flickering and flickering. The impact of the owner of the eagle claws was gradually breaking down the stability of the elevator. Over time, the elevator became a dangerous place.

"One, two, three..." Before the sound of three came out, the ball of hair rushed out from the crack of the elevator door that was barely open like an arrow off the string. No longer pointing directly into the elevator.The elevator door was opened to the maximum, and Mao Tuan, who had charged a few times, shrank to a corner.

The owner of the eagle claw let out a sharp roar, and Heimdall felt his ears prickling. Seeing the steel-like sharp black claws getting closer and closer to him, the wand in his hand knocked on the lid of the box, and the lid opened in response, a shadow that could not be caught by the eyes It pours out of the box and takes shape in an instant.

The screaming of the owner of the eagle claw stopped abruptly, and it flapped its wings and retreated stiffly. Only then did Heimdall see the whole picture of the owner of the eagle claw clearly.The whole body is covered with bird-like feathers, the wings and the back half of the body are also the same as the birds, but the strange thing is that it has the head and legs like a deer... Heimdall opened his eyes wide. When the eyes moved to the ground, he saw the monster projected on the ground His reflection was not half-deer, half-bird, but a human-shaped shadow. A thought took shape in his mind, and he murmured in surprise, "Pelidon?"

He has only seen similar descriptions in textbooks. It is said that Peridon lived in Atlantis. There are different opinions about where Atlantis is. It is said that it is the enemy of mankind, and has participated in the destruction of the Roman Empire, which is only me.

Pelidon, who was feared in textbooks, is now flapping his wings carefully...why?Standing in front of the camphor box is Pelidon's natural enemy - the centaur with bow and arrow.

The centaur transformed by Boggart is different from the centaur that Heimdall has seen. The centaur in front of him has white hair and gray eyes, a gray beard, a crown of thorns and olive branches on his head, and a coat of arms embroidered with coats of arms. With a sleeveless cloak, the exposed skin is covered with large and small scars, his eyes are as sharp as a scimitar under the moon, his hooves are strong, and his muscles are stretched. He is taller than ordinary centaur, standing like a giant tower.

Chief Sturluson swallowed his throat. Although the horse man in front of him was like a mirror in water and the moon would disappear at a touch, the sense of security brought to him by that aura made his hairs stand on end.

It's so awesome! ! !

The question is what to do next?

A fox pretending to be a tiger can't solve the problem, and in the end he can only rely on himself, and act first before Peridon finds out.

Fives,

At the same time, in a certain room on a certain floor, the short Mpati circled around a chair, and the tall Carter sat comfortably on another chair, reading a book in his hand.

"Is it really okay for us to stay here?" Mpati looked at the door worriedly.

"If you're worried, I won't stop you from going out." Carter said and turned a page.

Mpati sat back and jumped up again after a while, "I'm still worried!"

"I said I won't stop you." Carter said lightly.

In addition to being afraid that Durmstrang's efficiency is higher than expected, Mpati is also worried about the live broadcast. Their inaction has been faithfully recorded in the crystal ball, and now they are stared at by dozens or hundreds of pairs of eyes. Feel ashamed.Rather than sitting still, Crimea is at least taking the initiative.

"He just fell short because of his eagerness. If he waited like we did, maybe it wouldn't be our turn to play together."

Mpati was dragged in the room again and again by Carter's winning chance, although deep down in his heart he didn't want to face the enemy head-on.

"This building is very suitable for the original layout of the space. The building can fully mobilize and use those interesting things." Carter covered his mouth with a book. The Goddess favors us, we just need to sit here and wait for Strulusson to face defeat by himself, and then we will end this game. Don't care about the process, the result is the key."

The reason why he covered his mouth with a book was that the crystal ball could not synchronize the sound, and the audience could only see the picture, but not the sound in the venue.

"I hope so." Mpati still couldn't calm down, and stopped jumping up and down after all.