HP's Foreign Land

one,

On this day, Heimdall went downstairs to the communal room, which was noisy early in the morning, and was caught by Carlo who was squatting.

"Tell me! Where are you going behind my back?" Mr. Jones sat on the single sofa with a bold sword, crossing his legs.

No matter how much the room chief thought about it, he felt that his words were very ambiguous...

"Morning exercise." Heimdall wiped his temples calmly, and the king, who had been shrunk down to the size of a butterfly dog, squatted lazily on the ground.

Carlo obviously didn't believe it. He stood up with a smile and pointed at himself, "Do you mind having one more person?"

"You don't stop until you figure it out, do you?" Heimdall said.

Carlo stroked his bangs coquettishly, "I'm Carlo Jones."

"I'm not complimenting you." Heimdall walked towards the door angrily.

A group of lower grades crossed their shoulders and stepped out from behind, laughing and joking. The door opened abruptly and closed again with a "bang".Carlo quickly used his fingers to scratch the hair that was blown by the cold wind that came in the moment the door was opened.Heimdall looked back, and the common room had long lost its former tranquility and peace. No matter in front of the fireplace, the public bookcase, on the sofa, or in front of the notice board, the lower grades occupied every corner. The price paid by the seventh-grade dormitory tower after school.

Carlo let out a cry of pain, and a few juniors who passed by them shouted their apologies insincerely, then stuck out their tongues at each other and ran away.Carlo had no choice but to be sullen. According to the school rules, the prefects could only stop the students from making loud noises and running around in the castle. The school rules did not explicitly support the prefects to exercise the same rights in the dormitory.However, the division of labor between the president of the student union and the vice-chairman is different, so they basically don't care about this kind of thing, and he can't make use of it.

"Is it all right?" Heimdall asked.

Carlo frowned and stared at the footprints on the leather shoes, puzzled, "It's snowing heavily outside, where did the mud come from the soles of the shoes? Is this mud?" Bending down to touch the black spots on the shoes...

"Are you accusing the house elves of not working hard enough?" Heimdall closed his mouth immediately after he heard a faint sobbing sound.

Three more second-year students ran past, and one of them stepped on the king's tail. If Heimdall hadn't stopped him in time, the king would have bitten off the kid's calf.The child who stepped on his tail fell to the ground with a plop, terribly frightened by the sudden hideous king, and stared stupidly at the king who was lying back quietly again, unable to recover for a long time.

The child's two classmates twisted the seams of their trousers quietly, their faces pale.

With a strong arm, Heimdall pulled the second grader up from the ground, smoothed his hair, straightened his skirt, and warned in a slow voice, "Keep an eye on the road later."

The second grader lowered his head red-faced.

Leaving the dormitory building, Carlo smiled and said, "When did you become gentle, Mr. Chairman?"

We obviously have been very warm!Heimdall said: "My son is also restless, as soon as he gets it done."

Carlo laughed, "Taking advantage of others, there is a big difference between the second grade and the third grade in the magic school."

Heimdall ignored him, and soon realized that Carlo had written this down in a small notebook.

"You know too much in that book." Heimdall deliberately alarmist.

Carlo turned a deaf ear to it. When they came to the edge of the pine forest, Carlo suddenly said: "I think this is the holy place for you and Krum to date back then. The students in the school knew it and didn't go here in the morning."

"Really?!" This was the first time Heimdall had heard of it.

"Of course it's true. Aren't you surprised? Why can't you meet other people during your date? Not all classmates like to sleep in." Carlo complained.

So it turns out...his classmates are all lovely people. The chairman of the student union, Strulusson, was very moved. He held Carlo's hand emotionally and said affectionately, "I will definitely treat you well."

Carlo shook off with a chill all over his body, "The numbness is not for you."

Heimdall laughed.

The two walked towards the back hill, and Heimdall asked casually, "You really don't want to try to have a girlfriend? Leon said that he was tempted occasionally, and he planned to try something, so you didn't think about it at all?"

It is a bit unscientific to be alone after the age of 17. (PS: In terms of Europe and the United States.)

"I've had girlfriends," Carlo said.

Heimdall asked in surprise, "When?"

"When I was ten years old."

Dare to love Mr. Chairman is not the first person to fall in love early, this one is even better.In fact, Mr. Jones is not ugly, on the contrary, Heimdall thinks he is very attractive.Carlo's eyes are not big, but his facial features are clear and distinct. He can't see the puffiness at the beginning, and he is at the golden age of boy growth. The original five short buckets are gradually stretched into burly. Get rid of the damage of obesity to the overall image, that is also a handsome and handsome fat man.

"Now?" Heimdall had never heard him mention it.

"broke up."

"Why did you split up?"

"personality clashes."

Very official explanation.

"Why are you out of character?"

Carlo sneered, "Actually, you're a bit of a gossip, Rigg."

"I care about my brother, can't I?"

"Okay." Carlo shrugged. "We still exchanged letters in the year when we entered the German school. Later, I found that the French newspaper she sent me attracted me more than the letter she wrote. I tried to write my impressions of the news in the reply letter. I hope she Also write some content for readers to grasp the key points, don't talk about trivial things all day long. Until one day, her letter finally has the central idea that can summarize the whole text: Carol Jones, you will hold your newspaper for eternity go!"

"And then?" Heimdall asked impatiently.

"No then."

"Maybe she's just angry for a while, thinking that you don't care enough about her, so it's okay to coax her."

"Thanks to my grandpa I didn't do that... but without her I haven't read the new French papers for a while."

Heimdall was silent.

The two climbed up the gentle slope.

"What happened the day I went out with the principal, don't try to fool me again today, I don't have class in the first period in the morning." Mr. Jones has plenty of time.

Heimdall could only briefly talk about what happened that day.

Carlo's face lit up when he heard it, and he said it was a pity that he was not there that day.

two,

They met Patrick Lacey, a professor of the Protection of Magical Creatures class at the entrance of the back mountain. Professor Lacey, who was as tall as a bamboo pole, was walking like flying on the rugged mountain road. .

"Good morning, Stulusson; good morning, Jones." Professor Lacey's face was rosy.

"Good morning, Professor." The two said in unison.

"This mountain is really great!" Professor Lacey couldn't help being excited.

Carlo raised his eyes to look at the dark mountain, and murmured, "That's it."

Professor Lacey's eyes widened when he spotted the king.

The king looked around, but he didn't notice Professor Lacey's fiery gaze.

"Professor?" Carlo called.

Lacey didn't seem to notice what he said, and kept chanting. The two knew that the professor had committed the problem of talking to himself again.Usually, he would have intermittent seizures in class. At that time, he could wake up in time just by calling his name loudly. Now that he was not in class, the two of them did not delay his unrestrained style. They said goodbye to the absent-minded Professor Lacey and continued to move forward. .

As he walked, Mr. Jones recalled, "Why am I here?"

"Come with me," said Heimdall.

Carlo let out an "oh" and said again, "Why are you here?"

"I'll know right away."

Heimdall wanted to give Carlo a big surprise, but he scared himself.What frightened him was none other than the gray fur ball that entered the German school with Heimdall after going through formal procedures—it opened its mouth wide, and it was about to bite the pony man opposite, not to mention the picture Horror.Heimdall strode forward, pinching his wand in his hand, and saw Mao Tuanzi accurately biting off the red fruit on the pony man's hand, leaving sticky saliva on the pony man's hand, pony man Can't stop giggling.

The head of the room knelt down on his knees weakly, only then did he realize that the patrolling centaur not far away was always calm and composed.

"What's that?" Carlo looked at Mao Tuanzi with great interest, and moved closer step by step.

The harmless appearance of the hairball is deceiving.

Mao Tuan was not so polite to this uninvited guest, and bared his fangs mercilessly. The huge gap in image made Carlo tremble, but luckily he didn't stretch out his hand.

Fearful, Carlo did not forget the business, flipped through the small book, turned back and asked Heimdall, "Did you bring this back?"

Heimdall nodded and quickly adjusted his mood, "It won't stay in the school." After that, Heimdall waved to the centaur patrol and continued on his way.Carlo looked at the hairball several times reluctantly, and caught up with Heimdall.

Behind them, the hairball leaped up and slammed into the king at lightning speed, and was easily dodged by the king; after landing, the hairball was fluffed with hair, adjusted its direction and attacked again, and was caught by the king again. Avoid; the third time, the hairball gave up the original plan and hit the king's lower body directly, aiming at its joints to collide. Unexpectedly, at the very moment, the king turned around and opened his mouth wide, and was about to be caught by the king's mouth. The regiment made temporary adjustments, forcing himself to deviate from the direction, and finally fell into the steaming puddle. The haze was disordered and the water splashed everywhere.

The king turned around, wagging his tail leisurely.

The puddle bubbled up several times, and the hairball came out of the water with a splash, grinning fiercely at the king's leaving back.

three,

"Ah!" Carlo screamed suddenly, but it was a pity that he was late, and a piece of his clothes was torn off. He stared in shock, "What is that?!"

A plant almost half the height of a person is slowly chewing the corner of the clothes. The flower of the plant is like a ball, dark red with dark green mist markings. At first glance, it looks a bit like a thousand day red. The petals will spread out, revealing the fang-studded holes.

It probably didn't feel very palatable, and the plant quickly spit out the corner of the clothes with a "plop".The corners of the clothes were burned with several holes of different sizes, curled up on the muddy ground unrecognizable, and from time to time wisps of unpleasant stench wafted through.

"The piranha, don't you recognize it?" Heimdall said.

Carlo quickly flipped through the small book, and after confirming that it was correct, he said, "The two confiscated from Maroni?"

"Yes, they were transplanted outside the Longtan Valley."

"Longtan Valley?"

"The name given by the headmaster, whether good or bad, has already been decided," Heimdall said numbly. "Don't say that this name is bad in front of Professor Karkaroff, it will only encourage his enthusiasm for naming and changing names."

"I'm going to write it down." Carlo said cautiously.

Carlo asked again, "There are only two plants at Maroney's place, why are there more than ten plants planted here?"

"Those were transplanted from the greenhouse later, and the climate in the back mountain is good for the growth of the plants."

"No wonder these cannibals are so big..."

Heimdall said: "It is said that piranhas can grow to the height of a person if conditions permit."

Carlo was startled, and quickly said, "Write this down too!"

A scream sounded from far away. Carlo opened his eyes wide and asked cautiously, "Besides the dragon and the chirping beast, what else is there in Longtan Valley? This sound sounds very strange."

Heimdall was still playing tricks, and Carlo followed behind him tremblingly, moving forward step by step, looking around and shooting around from time to time.

"Hi!" Heimdall raised his hand in greeting.

Carlo followed his gaze, and almost didn't bring it up... Dementor, dementor? !Carlo hurriedly took out his wand and put on a fighting posture.The dementor had no intention of approaching at all, and was still lingering by the bushes at the foot of the mountain. The flowers and plants in that area were shivering with the cold, and the leaves were covered with a layer of frost.

"How have you been these days? Have you made any new friends?"

Carlo was stunned by Heimdall's serious tone of greeting.

Carlo asked, "You know each other?"

"We used to fight side by side together." Heimdall replied without any grievances.

"You can look at it now." Heimdall raised his eyebrows meaningfully.

"What do you mean?" Carlo asked.

Heimdall smiled without answering.

Carlo scratched his head and scratched his head in a hurry, "My dear, just tell me, don't keep it up!"

Heimdall said: "I promised this dementor to find a job for it. After bringing it in, I found that it was not easy to operate. You also know what kind of existence a dementor is in everyone's mind. If you let it Being in the schoolyard, you don't know what's going to happen. Even if it seems different from its kind, that's not a reason to allow a dementor to have unimpeded access to the school, and it doesn't prevent it from happening."

Carlo nodded, "So how to solve it?"

"After discussing with Professor Karkaroff and Professor Katenin, Professor Karkaroff went to the principal's gallery at the suggestion of Professor Katenin. As a result, the principals are willing to hire this dementor for them Guard the door and allow it to stay in the principal's gallery." In this way, the dementor will not be exposed and cause panic, and at the same time, you can watch the principal quarrel every day, so life will definitely not be lonely.

"No wonder you said you won't be able to see it in the future." Carlo suddenly realized.

Students are not permitted to enter the Principal's Gallery without prior summons.

Carlo squinted at the dementor, "Why does it keep wandering around?"

"It's more shy."

"..." Let's remember it, Carlo thought.

"There is another reason." Heimdall pointed upwards.

Carlo shaded his eyes over his hands and looked up at the sky.

At this moment, a huge black shadow fell rapidly, and Carlo's heart almost jumped out of his throat. The black shadow stopped suddenly when it was about three meters above their heads. Jue on the spot.

"Li, Rigg~~~~~~~~~" Carlo shouted softly.

Heimdall, who had already held his wand in his hand, suddenly raised his hand, and there were several noises on the flat mud floor, and several cones of solid ice broke through the ground, piercing straight into the midair, who was pressing down again. .Peridon screamed and flapped his wings hastily. Even though he evaded in time, he was still cut off a few feathers and had two shallow blood holes pierced.

This bit of damage is nothing to Pelidon, but the violation of dignity is so deep that it tosses and turns every night, so whenever it gets the chance, it will provoke Heimdall head-on, trying to restore the lost fast in this way. There is no face left in the face of a ferocious beast.

This is where Heimdall appreciates the so-called "violent beasts". They are strong and invincible, and they turn pale when talking about them, and they are afraid to avoid them. They disdain sneak attacks and conspiracy.Peridon is very cunning, Heimdall thinks it has enough IQ to play tricks.

There was another scream, and Carlo heard it was different from the previous one. The scream just now was obviously the masterpiece of the Perydon in front of him.He raised his head belatedly, another black shadow descended quickly, this time Carlo was already numb.

But the black shadow couldn't stop at the height it was supposed to stop. It landed in a straight line screaming, its feet vibrated repeatedly, and a thick cloud of smoke and dust was rolled up.

If Peridon had an expression, it must be embarrassing at the moment.

Heimdall said dumbfoundedly: "It still hasn't learned?"

Peridon had never been so humiliated before. He flapped his wings and flew over. After the smoke dissipated, a young dragon that had not yet grown up lay on the ground in embarrassment and circled the mosquito coils.

"It's not...it's not..." Vice Chairman Jones stuttered with a sharp tongue.

"Yes, the dragon who was born in our school and always likes to sleep."

Carlo had a toothache, "It doesn't look very imposing."

"Whoever let it be raised by the chirp beast, it's not bad to be able to grow to such a big size."

The dragon in Durmstrang is now as big as a small single sofa. Since returning to German school this school year, he used the convenience of the student union chairman to pass the time in the back mountain. Mr. Chairman found that this dragon is just like the Zhacha Beast has a virtue, if it doesn't cultivate the aura and dignity of a dragon, it will hate every plant and tree here when it grows up and sensible.

Since Peridon moved into the back mountain, he took the dragon around in circles in the mountains every day, teaching it the secrets of the beast.The animals in the mountains were too scared to go out at first, but after gradually seeing the clues, they put their hearts back and continued to live with their heads down.Speaking of it, I was full of bitter tears. On the day of moving, I hadn’t recovered from the fear of being next to a group of horsemen, and I was almost scared out of the sky by being on the same mountain with a fire-breathing dragon.After receiving Heimdall's entrustment, he learned that the dragon was harmless, and Peridon wanted to cry without tears. However, this undertaking is indeed challenging. If he cultivated a dragon...

Peridon was so greedy for the scene of pulling bombs in his brain that he was laughing in his dreams at night. He didn't realize that it was a mess until he took over. Not to mention its fierce reputation, this dragon didn't even have the most basic awareness of flying.With two wings on its back, it jumped up and down in the pool like a chirping beast. The splash was the highest and the scream was the loudest, so he was complacent. Kill it with one bite.It would be better to die if the fire-breathing dragon lives like it!Facing Heimdall's smile and magic wand, Peridon, who realized that he was on the pirate ship, could only swallow the bitterness in his stomach, and because of this, he spared no effort in every sneak attack.

"Thank you for your hard work." Heimdall said.

Peridon wanted to apply for layoff, but he knew that the other party would not let him do so.Peridon came to the side of the young dragon, and pushed the young dragon on the ground with his head. The young dragon arched its body and got up, and wrapped itself around Peridon affectionately. Peridon pushed it away fiercely, and the young dragon howled twice. Next, he leaned over again, back and forth, Peridon helplessly let the young dragon crawl up and down on him.

"You are a good father dragon." Heimdall joked.

Pelidon gave him a sinister look.

"Apple pie, I brought you jerky." Heimdall took out a bamboo basket, which was filled with delicious, original flavored jerky. The speed was so fast that he stuck his head on the ground and struggled for a long time before getting up.

Carlo's face is numb, this guy is actually a fire-breathing dragon...

Apple Pie is the name Heimdall gave to the baby dragon. The interlaced shape of its first-born scales is very similar to the lattice pattern on an apple lattice pie, and the occasional luster is similar to that of a freshly baked apple pie.Apple pie likes to eat jerky, or as long as it likes meat, the director and it have a common language.

Heimdall squatted down and observed the dragon eating from a distance. Such an opportunity was really rare, but he didn't try to get too close, let alone cultivate feelings with it.Charizard is different from toffee, it is still young, it belongs to nature, and Heimdall does not want it to develop the habit of being defenseless against humans.

I believe that Peridon will try his best to teach it to keep it in mind. With Peridon's narrow-mindedness, he will definitely not speak good things for human beings.

There was a rustling sound of chewing, and the hairball came out of nowhere, and was happily chewing a large piece of jerky at the young dragon, with a jaw-dropping audacity.

Apple Pie raised his head, snorted at it, and sprayed a string of smoke from his nostrils. After all, it was a fire-breathing dragon with an extraordinary sense of food protection.

Mao Tuanzi is very eggy.

Heimdall picked up the hairball and took three big steps back, until he reached the place where the king was lying.

The killing intent of the apple pie came to an abrupt end.

Unknowingly, the hairball was still chewing the jerky in his mouth. After eating, his eyes glanced at the king's undisguised contemptuous eyes, and his anger was soaring. He broke free from Heimdall's palm in an instant, and rushed towards the king...

All in all, it was another morning of flying dogs and dogs.

four,

Around 7:45 p.m. on Friday, Heimdall returned to his father's blue velvet cabin.

Dodoma took his luggage, and as soon as he entered the door he shouted loudly, "Where is my son? Where is my baby Mionir?"

Mionir thumped and ran towards the entrance with his short legs, screaming excitedly, "Rig!"

Little Baba, who had already opened her arms, hugged the baby bump that rushed into her arms, hugged the child up hard, and dropped several kisses on the child's cheek, "I want to die, Dad!"

Mionier's little face was flushed red, and Heimdall couldn't help kissing him a few more times on the other side.

The father and son were bored for a while, then walked into the living room, which was empty.

"Where's your grandfather?" Heimdall asked.

Mionir shook his head.

"Dodoma." Heimdall called softly.

Dodoma's respectful voice came, "The master is in the study, young master."

Heimdall nodded, and said, "I haven't eaten yet, just get me something."

Dodoma led the way.

"Your big daddy will be here later, does Mionier miss big daddy?" Heimdall sat down on the sofa and let his son sit on his lap.

Mionier nodded.

It was only then that Heimdall realized that Baby Xiaomi was dressed up in an eye-catching way. He wore a dark linen-colored casual robe, loose white trousers, a pair of childlike leather shoes on his feet, and an idyllic hat on his head. woven children's visor hat with colorful pinwheels swirling on the brim.

"Why do you dress so handsomely at night?!" Heimdall scratched his bulging belly, and Mionir twisted back and forth timidly, laughing non-stop.

"It's not for showing you." Rommel walked into the living room.

"Good evening, Dad." Heimdall raised his eyes and said.

"Well," Rommel smiled, and said again, "the day you left, you started rummaging through boxes and boxes, trying one set after another. So you finally made up your mind today?"

Facing the smiling faces of grandpa and baby daddy, Mionier flung himself into the arms of baby daddy embarrassingly.