HP's Foreign Land

one,

"Wow! Heroes of Durmstrang!"

They walked out of the man-made space and came to the entrance of the booth of the Institute of Pythons. They were greeted by Knut's exaggerated screams, and then he yelled "so handsome" a few times to drive the atmosphere.Heimdall grinned, and the applause sounded like a tide.Everyone has a smile of excitement or praise on their faces, and this moment belongs to the winner.

The elated Karkaroff was about to express his emotions in a high-profile manner. The principal of Hagar School of Magic rushed forward one step ahead of him. He patted the shoulders of the two representatives with regret and relief. .Mpati was moved to tears immediately, and Kat made a grimace at the beginning.

"Good job, Stulusson!" Hagar enthusiastically shook Heimdall's hand. "You made our students fully aware of their own shortcomings. On behalf of all the teachers and students of Hagar School of Magic, I thank you for your wonderful performance."

Heimdall's scalp was numb, and the professionally trained head of Sturluson could not see the slightest sign of disobedience from Principal Hagar's face, as if his confession of true feelings came from the heart, and Principal Hagar's acting skills were unparalleled.Heimdall believes that even he himself thinks there are no loopholes in these words, and only by fooling himself can everyone be convinced.

Hagar has readjusted his mentality and battle plan in such a short period of time. In terms of shameless handiness, Karkaroff is not his opponent.

The researcher of the boa constrictor quickly stopped Mr. Hagar's eloquence on the grounds of "investigating with afterthoughts". Not only did Heimdall heave a sigh of relief, but the other wizards present thanked the researcher for his vigorous and decisive actions.

The two representatives of Hagar were taken to a questionnaire by a researcher who called himself Bolas and smiled brightly at Heimdall.

"How does it feel?" he said.

"It's very good, immersive." Heimdall said. "If I didn't know in advance that it was a man-made space, I might think it was the real world."

Researcher Bolas said again, "Do you feel that there is room for improvement?"

Heimdall thought for a while and said, "The disadvantage is that it is too realistic, and it is lifeless instead. You can try to make the space 'move'."

"Move?"

"I don't know what to do, it's just to add some vitality, otherwise it's not good, it's as quiet as a cemetery."

Bolas shook his head. "You can say anything."

"Doing market research must have a strong psychological quality." Heimdall is confident.

Bolas raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes flickered, "You don't mind my name being Rigg, do you? Also, congratulations on your victory."

"I mind, please call me Mr. Strulusson. Also, thank you." Heimdall said.

two,

Before leaving the boaconda booth, Heimdall received three space tourism tickets presented by the boaconda research institute. The boaconda will participate in the annual magic item expo. Visit and play on the exhibition platform.Heimdall was interested, accepted the gift happily, and asked about the time of the expo, which will be held during Halloween this year.

Back in the public display area, the two chairmen, Garcia and Bangor, immediately surrounded them, asking exactly the same questions as the boa constrictor researcher, and Heimdall repeated his impressions.After hearing this, the two chairmen decided to go in and have a look in the afternoon.

"It may be a good thing that you have this experience." Bangor smiled mysteriously.

"How to say?" Heimdall was puzzled.

"I just heard," Bangor looked around like a thief, and said in a low voice, "You seem to have participated in the magic screening activities of the magic research institute? It is to achieve a high standard level by constantly refining your own magic. So as to overthrow the cruel selection recorded by the predecessors?"

The screening activities of the Magic Research Institute do not seem to be very popular...

"Yes, I participated. Later, because of the 50th anniversary of the victory of the Great War, the screening was stopped. They sent me a letter saying that the Magic Research Institute will be adjusted internally. Have you received any rumors?" Heimdall said.

"The new magic research institution is about to restart. I heard that it will adopt a completely different model from the past. You have to be mentally prepared."

"What kind of pattern?"

"I don't know...maybe..." Bangor smiled meaningfully.

"...will there be artificial space?"

"I only know that the Boaconda Research Institute participated in the reform plan of the magic research institution the year before last. If there is no connection between them, no one will believe it."

"Thank you." Heimdall said gratefully.

Bangor smiled and handed over a plate, "The dim sum here is pretty good, haven't you eaten yet?"

The relaxed Heimdall rubbed his stomach, feeling a sense of emptiness and discomfort in his stomach, and said with a wry smile, "I'm so hungry that I can't feel it."

"Sturluson." Carter walked towards Heimdall, followed by Mpati and Crimea, who looked very reluctant.

Heimdall ignored the two and smiled at Carter, "It's over?"

Carter casually took a piece of orange pie from Heimdall's plate and stuffed it into his mouth, "Well, it's delicious!" After eating the orange pie, Carter said, "I'm here to say goodbye to you."

"Your principal is going back?" Heimdall asked.

"That's not what I meant. I'm going back to America."

The two of Mpati yelled first, and Carter said nonchalantly: "The reason why I entered the Hagar School of Magic is that on the one hand, the admission procedures can be completed on the same day, and on the other hand, in order to have a place to stay, now Stulu Song also saw it, and the knot in his heart was opened, and there was nothing to miss."

Mpati and Crimea were left speechless.

Hearing that Hagar School of Magic and Magic has a lot of tuition fees, Carter left as soon as he said it... I don't know if the tuition fees will be refunded.

Heimdall stretched out his right hand, "I wish you a safe journey, and send my regards to Palme."

"No problem!" Carter gave him a high five. "By the way, there is something I should tell you. Hagar has a student who works as an errand in the boa constrictor. This time, Hagar got the first-hand information about the space. The three of us practiced based on that information before we came here. "

Heimdall looked at Mpati and Crimea in surprise. Their faces were like palettes, glaring at the back of Carter's head angrily, and then looked back guiltily.

Researcher Bolas, who was three steps away, raised the corner of his mouth, and the two of them turned pale.

three,

He was sitting on the steps next to the crystal ball in the public display area, eating a lot, and Knut and others sat around him, asking each other about various details during the game.The other wizards who watched the game also gathered curiously.

"Didn't you watch the live broadcast?" Heimdall said vaguely with a puffed mouth.

"It's so wonderful to listen to your dictation through a layer of crystal ball." Knuth said.

But Director Sturlusson’s stories were always dry, and he read the stories to Mionier basically according to the script, and his voice did not fluctuate with the plot, and it was not vivid at all. Fortunately, his son is not picky.These few in front of him are obviously more difficult to serve than his precious lumps.

After the onlookers finally lost their patience and looked for other interesting things, Knut leaned over to Heimdall and asked in a low voice, "So, you brought all those things out?"

"what?"

Knut and the others looked at each other, exchanging signals that made the head of the room hurt.

"Don't pretend to be confused." Beauxbaton's chairwoman had a "you understand" expression on her face.

"If you're talking about...well, they've all been brought out, but they haven't been discussed with the boa constrictor yet." Heimdall confessed.

"They won't be ignorant, they must have acquiesced." Knut was confident.

"I hope so." Heimdall nodded.

"What are your plans next?" Cecilia sipped a strange soufflé stick, and she still had a small plate in her hand. The Spanish sour soufflé stick is similar to the British Bibi multi-flavored beans - only unexpected There is no taste that cannot be baked.

"Did I keep you from reuniting with your friends?" Heimdall asked.

"I stayed voluntarily," Cecilia shrugged. "It's been a lot of fun hanging out with you guys, I've learned a lot and changed my mind a bit. It's not a bad feeling and I'm open to the change."

"I'm glad you think so. I can't deny the disadvantages of magic schools, and it's inevitable that good and evil are mixed in the team, but I can guarantee that most magic schools are for teaching and educating people, not..." Heimdall sipped Mouth, "You know what I'm going to say."

"I think I know, I also know that you want me to change completely, but so far I haven't been able to do it. I have been exposed to the bad side far more than the good side." Cecilia generously admitted that she did Prejudice exists.

"I understand this feeling very well. For example, I have always lacked a good impression of the training school." Knut said seemingly relaxed.

Cecilia looked at him and smiled at the same time.

Heimdall and Beauxbaton's chairwoman, who were suddenly separated by an invisible wall, couldn't help but look at each other. What's the point?Could it be that these two people... were in the midst of hype and gossip, Knut and Cecilia returned to normal in a blink of an eye, and the wind and ripples just now did not leave the slightest trace, in other words, the two almost met their eyes .

Seeing the two waving their sleeves neatly at the same time without taking away a cloud, the chairwoman of Beauxbaton, who has the unique sentimental feelings of women, secretly exclaimed that it's a pity. It explodes in a second, and it is difficult to spark a spark if you miss it.

"You can't leave this afternoon!" Beauxbaton's chairwoman grabbed Cecilia and glanced at the two men.

"If your reason can impress me." Knut pretended to be arrogant, and was given a blank look by the female chairwoman.

"My idol will be invited to this meeting this afternoon, and you will stay and give him a shoutout."

"Your idol?!" Knut yelled. "You still have an idol?!"

The chairwoman said angrily, "Why can't I have an idol?" After giving him a hard look, she turned to Heimdall, "He also graduated from Durmstrang. I heard that he has excellent grades in school and has won the Outstanding Alumni Medal. .” In the eyes of die-hard fans, idols eat in barrels, and that’s a great advantage.

Director Sturlusson felt awkward, why the outstanding alumni medal, which he regarded as the highest honor, looked like a Chinese cabbage...

Knut asked, "Will your idol be Victor Krum?"

"No, I don't have feelings for Quidditch stars, and I don't even like watching Quidditch matches very much. If the president of the student union has to supervise the Quidditch matches in the school, I will definitely take a detour when I see the practice field." The female chairperson said.

"Your idol is French?" Heimdall seemed to think of something.

"That's right." When it comes to the idol chairwoman, she looks happy.

Heimdall tentatively asked, "Duncan Orville?"

The chairwoman's eyes lit up immediately.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in front of him, "I seem to see someone..."

Heimdall puffed up his cheeks and looked, the idol in question was squatting not far away, blinking his eyes at himself with his hands on his cheeks, the voice of the chairwoman panting suddenly came to his ears clearly, Knut felt worried Glanced at her.The sudden close contact with the idol made the chairwoman almost faint with happiness, and Cecilia hurriedly reached out to support her.

Duncan came to them with a smile, scratching Heimdall's hair with his hands.

"How do you come to a party like this?" he said.

"Mr. Orville, please be careful." Heimdall muttered, and peeked at the leaders who seemed to be the organizers of the meeting not far behind Duncan.

Duncan leaned into his ear, "I don't speak loudly, don't expose me."

Heimdall swallowed what was in his mouth and made a grimace.

President Hagar's good friend and also one of the organizers of the meeting, Luis Centralia, came over with a friendly smile on his face.

"Mr. Orville, have you met a friend?" Centria seemed to have never met Heimdall.

Duncan bent over Heimdall's shoulders, and said happily, "It's a pleasure to see him here. To tell you the truth, this is my lover. We hit it off..."

The chairwoman's eyes widened, and the head of the office looked numb. Mr. Orville always liked to take advantage of the head of the office.

Knut suddenly noticed something, and then looked at Duncan sympathetically, "You are miserable."

At the same time, Duncan was grabbed by the shoulder, and then suddenly pulled aside, and the latecomer took over Mr. Orville's original territory without hesitation.Heimdall stuffed the plate into Knut's hand, stood up and gave Knut a big hug.

"Why are you here?" Heimdall said in surprise.

Victor stroked his hair with his fingers, and said with a smile: "After such a brief communication, I think it is necessary for me to come and see the scene. I didn't expect to hear my good brother talking nonsense." The master is determined not to Tolerating being cornered, he doesn't mind making another appointment with Duncan to chat about life.

Heimdall laughed loudly, "Don't worry about those insignificant things." He slapped the chicken pecking at the corner of the master's mouth.

Duncan leaned over with a bitter expression on his face, "Victor, you are called crossing rivers and tearing down bridges. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be able to get in at all."

After finishing the work at hand, the master came here impulsively and found that the wizard traffic here was very bad. He finally found a place. The security guard who blocked the way asked him to show the invitation letter. The master was thinking about whether to get in touch with Heimdall. Mr. Orville descended from the sky on colorful clouds.

Victor said firmly: "It's one thing to be thankful, but another to be unable to accept your nonsense."

Duncan played around for a while, and found that the couple did not intend to share his knowledge, so he changed the topic smoothly.

"These are your friends, why don't you introduce them to us?" Duncan said to Heimdall.

Heimdall introduced them. Except for Beauxbaton's chairwoman who was incoherent, everyone else was very normal.

"Did something happen just now? When I came in, I heard them talking about a one-on-three victory." Duncan asked.

Seeing that Heimdall was silent, Knut smirked, "Uncle Rieger is shy."

Heimdall gave him a blank look, the unlucky boy who speaks out loud!

"What's going on?" Duncan became more and more interested.

Knut quickly played back what happened. I have to say that the chief nephew is very good at telling stories, dancing and dancing, and knows how to underline the glory of the protagonist by belittling the enemy. .Heimdall was stunned. He was Heimdall Sturluson, he was simply a Superman wearing underwear.

"Well done, Mr. Sturluson." Duncan affirmed Heimdall.

"I also think I played well." Heimdall is not humble at all, because he tried his best.

Victor didn't say anything, just looked at him and smiled, but the room chief ejaculated in shame...

"Are you invited to be a spokesperson?" Heimdall asked Duncan.

"By the way, to raise awareness, the final vote of this year's Mister Magic is scheduled to be announced on Halloween night," Duncan said listlessly. "It's not a ghost, I'd rather put it off until Christmas."

halloween? !Heimdall took out the tickets for the boa constrictor and showed off to the master, "Be sure to spare those few days and take Mionnier with you to broaden your horizons."

Will the master still say it's not good?

four,

At 03:30 in the afternoon, the inside and outside of the public exhibition hall were crowded. As the spokesperson, Duncan put on a refreshing mask and officially took up his post. In Leah's group, the chairwoman of Beauxbatons was still crowded in front of the stage, holding her cheeks to Duncan, who was so handsome that all men would be ashamed of himself -- this word came from the chairwoman's mouth.

After looking at a few booths, more and more onlookers gathered around, most of them were rational and ordinary fans. Heimdall did not expect that a small number of them came to watch him.The head of Sturluson, who was full of vanity in an instant, lingered for a while, waiting for the enthusiasm of the onlookers to subside, and came to a display stand full of magic models with Victor.

Picking up a Firebolt broom model, Karkaroff's unique voice came into his ears. Heimdall took a few steps curiously, and saw the principals of the magic school, Garcia, and Bangor on the side of the next platform. Wait until the wizards are gathering to talk.

After Karkaroff's voice fell, a fat old man with a white beard raised his voice, "Welcome everyone to visit my research institute. I think alchemy should regain its status."

Heimdall felt that the old man looked familiar, so he frowned and thought about it for a moment, thinking that the fake Principal Durmstrang that Cecilia saw by accident at that time looked like this chubby old man.

"What are you looking at?" Victor bit his ear.

Heimdall scratched the edge of his ears, "I'm looking at that fat wizard with a white beard, he seems to be the head of a research institute."

"David Gomez, the head of the Institute of Dream Alchemy."

"You know him?" Heimdall asked.

Victor smiled meaningfully, "In addition to alchemy, he is also a wizard who has studied the science of curse."

Heimdall rushed out and quickly took his place behind Karkaroff. When Gomez posted another hero post, Heimdall pushed Karkaroff, who was not interested.The principal turned to look at him puzzled, and Heimdall grinned silly.

"Oh, isn't this the biggest winner today, Mr. Sturluson!" Gomez's exaggerated tone of voice made people take three steps backwards involuntarily than when Karkaroff was excited.

"Hello, Professor Gomez." Heimdall still smirked.

"Are you interested in alchemy?" Gomez said loudly.

"I'm very interested in your research." Heimdall made a pun, and none of the wizards present noticed it.

Gomez said happily: "So would you like to visit my institute?"

"As long as our principal agrees." Heimdall looked at Karkaroff with an obedient look.

The principal murmured in his heart, can I not agree now?The bewildered Karkaroff accepted the invitation that he had no interest in.

Watching the contented Gomez walk out of their sight, Karkaroff said with a straight face, "It's best to give me a reason that can convince me, Sturluson."

"You can just call me Rigg," Heimdall said with a deep expression. "Since you plan to set up a special subject for in-depth research, maybe you can seek a breakthrough from alchemy. Today's magic schools refuse alchemy to enter the campus, we Durmstrang can completely find another way, without following the rules, to put it badly, No matter how well we arrange everything, it will not be able to change the world's perception of us in a short period of time."

"...I'll think about it," Karkaroff could see wavering. "What else? Just for alchemy?"

Their headmaster is always perceptive when he shouldn't be.

Heimdall said frankly, "I heard that Mr. Gomez has made a lot of achievements in curse science."

Karkaroff frowned.

"I can't blame Rigg for this. The main responsibility lies with me." Victor stood up and spoke for Heimdall.

Karkaroff looked at the two of them, "Are you interested in curses?"

The couple looked at each other, then nodded in unison.

"This... I can't agree to introduce the science of curses into the school, this won't work..." Karkaroff pondered.

"No, I am not……"

Before Heimdall could finish explaining, Karkaroff changed the subject, "Maybe we can try it?"

"No, don't try!" The head of the room was terrified. "What if something goes wrong? Are the parents of the students eating me alive?"

Karkaroff sneered at Chairman Sturluson's cautiousness, "Since black magic can be learned, why can't curses be learned?"

Is this the rhythm of preparing to break the jar and sit in the black magic factory?

Heimdall was speechless, and recovered his voice after a while, "We must first review a set of reliable teaching materials."

Fives,

At around seven o'clock in the evening, they returned to the freezing school.

The president of the student union stood on the square and respectfully watched the principal walk towards the clock tower. Karkaroff turned around suddenly, "Sturluson."

Heimdall hurried over, "Please tell me."

"Create a plan."

"Plan?"

"Proposal for the introduction of professional training in alchemy and cursing."

Was it planned for Mao to become him?Heimdall didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Seeing Karkaroff's upright look, Heimdall decided to keep the principal busy.

"Professor, I plan to arrange the guests I brought back in the school, what do you think?"

"Guest?" Karkaroff didn't know why.

"Some are dark magic creatures, some are magical animals."

"Why didn't I hear that you brought these animals back?" Karkaroff was tongue-tied.

"You know now." Heimdall looked innocent.

"Forget about magical animals, let's go to the back mountain, don't even think about black magic creatures!" Karkaroff always treats animals with contempt, and it is always as cold as winter.If it hadn't been for reasoning and taking advantage of loopholes, the innocent Dada mermaid would have almost been murdered by the principal.

Heimdall muttered deliberately aggrieved, "There are ghosts on the Hogwarts campus, which is very interesting and very popular in the school. Why can't we Durmstrang have our own 'ghosts'? It can also highlight the school's ghosts. The characteristics of the school..."

Karkaroff couldn't help but ordered, "Come back!"

Heimdall turned around abruptly, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Go to your black magic professor to discuss a feasible method, and then discuss the specific implementation rules with the head of the black magic biology laboratory, and draw up a detailed plan." Karkaroff ordered without doubt.

"Huh? You still have to write a plan?" The head of the room looked bitter.

"There is no plan, no black magic creature, the plan cannot be approved by me, and there is no black magic creature. You can either drop out of school with your black magic creature, or write a plan honestly!" Karkaroff The professor is tough.

"I see, then I'll put the magical beasts in the back of the mountain first..." Heimdall turned around muttering.

Karkaroff asked casually, "What magical animals are they? Pixie?"

"There is Pixie, who is very interested in the fireplace in our dormitory tower; the more troublesome one is Perydon..."

Peleton? !

Karkaroff turned around abruptly, glared at Heimdall's back and shouted, "Strulusson, come back and explain clearly! What are you running for?! This is the responsibility of the president of the student union! Peridon will also draw up a copy for me. Plan!"

Mr. Chairman ran away with his head in his arms.