HP's Foreign Land

one,

There were no empty seats in the theater, and as far as the eye could see, they were all parents and children.Hina is responsible for ordering the tickets. If you don't choose a box, if you hand it over to Dodoma, 90.00% of the tickets will be reserved for the box.Mionnier sat on the big papa's lap, holding a rotating gingerbread man candy wand in his hand, looking around from time to time. He rarely met so many children. In addition, the colorful layout in the theater and the fireworks transformed by magic were in the background. The overhead is in full bloom and the eyes are too busy.

Another 5 minutes passed, the theater darkened, and the curtain depicting "The Adventures of the Gingerbread Man" on the stage was slowly opened.The elves made up the colorful characters of "Act One" falling from the sky and flying past everyone's eyes, leaving streaks of golden powder behind.

The lights on the stage were brightly lit, and the children immediately screamed enthusiastically. The parents either smiled at the fun, or exchanged glances with each other.Mionir's big eyes sparkled with excitement.

Waving the gingerbread man flag in his hand, Heimdall laughed at his son, "Let's call too." As he spoke, he cried and howled like ghosts and wolves at a high voice. Amongst a large group of high-pitched and crisp children's voices, the director's voice was unique.

The nearby parents cast their eyes on him one after another. The head of the room didn't realize it, and took Mioneier's hand and asked him to howl with him. Xiaomi quickly blended into it and couldn't stop it.The protagonist Gingerbread Man stepped onto the stage with a gesture of "please be quiet", as if the speaker was turned off instantly, and the cadenced screams stopped abruptly.The parents are jealous, if only the children are so obedient at home...

The gingerbread man’s stage play was based on illustrated storybooks, and Heimdall read it to Mionier no less than 20 times, so it was different from the high spirits of the children in the audience, and the room chief’s upper and lower eyelids began to fight after 10 minutes.

He wiped his face and said to Victor, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Victor nodded, and watched Heimdall go away with his son.

Heimdall came out of the bathroom and saw a row of cabinets selling souvenirs in the lounge. After refusing the house elf's free drink service, he set his sights on a set of gingerbread man quills.The salesperson saw that he seemed interested in buying it, and she talked about matching the quill pen with other products. The ubiquitous ink bottles and parchment became rare treasures in her mouth, which was very interesting.

Heimdall listened with great interest, and under the frustrated gaze of the salesperson, he steadfastly chose only quill pens.

The tray flew to him again, and this time he reached out to hold the shot of espresso at the same time as the other.

"Mr. Sturluson?" said the owner of the other hand in surprise.

It was David Gomez, the head of the Dream Alchemy Institute. Heimdall and Victor talked about him last night, but they didn't expect to meet him today.Heimdall turned his hand and picked up a cup of tea.

Gomez didn't greet him politely, opting for the espresso anyway.

"Are you coming to the theater?" Gomez took a sip of his coffee.

Heimdall took a sip of tea with a weird expression on his face, and he didn't take a second sip.

Hearing what Gomez said, he said: "Come with my son."

"You have a son?" Gomez's beard quivered in surprise.

"Three years old." The head of the room was very determined.

Gomez blinked, and Heimdall felt that he might be guessing his own age. In Western countries, it is very rude to ask someone's age in a chat, regardless of gender.Heimdall was happy to play deaf and dumb.

"Come to watch The Adventures of the Gingerbread Man?" Gomez quickly changed the subject.

Heimdall smiled, "Yes, my son adores gingerbread men."

"It's an idol for kids all over Europe." Gomez is apparently no stranger to the popularity of gingerbread men.

"Are you coming to the stage play too?" Heimdall was not interested in stage performances, so he didn't know whether there were other plays in the theater at the same time.

"I have some work to do, and this theater is one of the cooperative units of our institute." Gomez said.

Heimdall did not inquire further, but said: "I have received the invitation letter from your institute, with a map and a specific exhibition schedule attached, it is very thoughtful, thank you very much."

"You are willing to be invited to participate is the greatest encouragement to our workers." Gomez is very good at talking.

Gomez offered to go into the theater with him, with the implication that he was going to send his back.Heimdall was at a loss for his hospitality, and repeated refusals were ineffective, so he had to follow Gomez back to the Gingerbread Man Performance Hall.They stopped in the colonnade behind the auditorium. When the performance was in progress, the light in the colonnade was darker than that in the auditorium. Standing here, you can also watch the performance. The theater also set up a monocular in the colonnade so that no tickets were bought. of the audience recognize the actors.

Today, there are no standing spectators in the colonnade, and it is deserted. Most parents are reluctant to let their children stand and suffer.

Gomez, who watched the competition between the two schools that day, seemed to admire Heimdall's creation alchemy very much. Heimdall did not answer directly who his alchemy instructor was - Beria chose to live in seclusion to reject all uninvited guests. And vaguely hinted that his first teacher was Grindelwald-prepared to be Grindelwald's notebook.I don't know what kind of brain supplement the old Mr. Gomez has made. He looked at Heimdall with some inexplicable emotions, and Heimdall smiled easily.

Gomez finished his coffee, said goodbye and left.

Heimdall was not in a hurry to return to his seat, holding the obstructing teacup in his left hand, adjusting the height of the binocular bracket with his right hand, looking down at the camera for Victor and Mionier in the auditorium.

Someone approached quietly and whispered in his ear: "Good afternoon, Rigg."

The distance between the two was so close, Heimdall puffed his chest out, brushed his head against the nose of the person behind him. "Be careful." The voice fell, and the left hand was supported, and a restrained laughter came from behind.Director Strulusson couldn't calm down as he was overwhelmed. He tried to pull back his wrist, but the other party didn't insist. He let go of his hand and took away the teacup in his hand.

The people behind him judged from his conditioned reflex that he recognized himself at the first time, so they said more happily: "I'm glad you still remember me."

Heimdall gritted his teeth, "Ludwig Brown!"

two,

"You can call me Luther, dear Rig." Brown's hot breath sprayed on Heimdall's hair, and Heimdall had goosebumps all over his body.

"What are you going to do?" Heimdall said calmly.

"Come to say hello to you." Brown's gentle voice is completely deceptive, which can remove people's defenses and make people hard to guard against. It seems that two long-lost friends are really having a long conversation.

Heimdall had already experienced his sugar-coated cannonballs, and continued to calmly say, "What about after saying hello?"

"I didn't think about it at first, but now I seem to have an idea."

"What is it?"

"Maybe we can find a quiet place?"

"Don't do this with me."

"You are so incomprehensible." Brown blew in his ear frivolously.

The head of the room resisted the urge to give him a roundabout kick, and warned himself not to startle the snake, "What the hell are you trying to do!"

Brown stopped circling, "You know David Gomez?"

Heimdall was a little surprised, but his expression remained calm, and he didn't answer Brown's knowing question.

Brown didn't mind him ignoring him, and continued to say in a good mood: "If you want to start with David Gomis, I remind you that you can't take him lightly, and he is by no means as enthusiastic as he is all the time. brimming."

"I believe so," Heimdall said. "But in terms of duplicity, who can compare to you?!"

Brown is very cultivated but smiles silently.

"David Gomez offended you?" Heimdall thought of this possibility. He could even smear his mentor to the end, and spread rumors to hurt anyone.

"He didn't offend me, his friend did." Brown seemed calm and calm as he didn't understand what Heimdall meant.

Heimdall was even more baffled, "Is this why you came to greet me at the expense of exposing yourself?"

Brown said: "Don't you want to know the ins and outs of the Krum family curse? David Gomez and his friends are inseparable from the curse. They know everything about the Krum family's ups and downs over the years, but Don't you think it's weird that you don't reveal anything to you? Don't want to find out why? Don't try to guard against David Gomez?"

Heimdall took a deep breath, "If it weren't for your words, I really wouldn't have thought of guarding against him."

"I receive your thanks," Brown said.

"I don't believe you!" Heimdall paused.

Brown was not surprised, "Let's wait and see, I'll let you believe it."

Heimdall sneered.

"We'll see you soon, Rigg," Brown said, backing away quickly into the deeper darkness.

Heimdall turned around, but there was no one behind him.He adjusted his emotions on the spot until he confirmed that he would not show any flaws, and then returned to his seat with a peaceful expression.

"Why so long?" Victor said.

Heimdall smiled and picked up the gingerbread man quill gift box in his hand. Mionnier took it with open arms and held it in his arms fondly.

"Do you like it?" Heimdall asked.

Mionier nodded intently.

"I met David Gomez outside." Heimdall said lightly. "Chat with him for a few words, and thank you for the invitation letter by the way."

Victor said, "He also came to the stage play?"

"I said I'm here to talk about work." Heimdall looked at the stage nonchalantly, his facial features changing unpredictably in the colorful light and shadow.

Victor watched his profile calmly, narrowing his eyes slightly.

three,

After the show, the children reluctantly bid farewell to the theater with their parents, and the gingerbread man statue at the entrance of the theater kept waving its arms.

In the private lounge on the second floor of the theater, Ludwig Brown stood in front of the window, quietly watching the family of three walk out of the theater door hand in hand and onto the street.There is a small windmill pinned to the child's hat—it spins in different colors in the wind, and a gold medal of gingerbread man hangs on his chest, dancing and saying something.

Brown's eyes were focused on Heimdall, and he had a panoramic view of his every move, every frown and smile, and naturally saw the vigilance he inadvertently released.Heimdall's desperation made Professor Brown smile, which showed that he was not indifferent to his words.

Until the family of three could no longer be seen, Brown's eyes fell on the cup on the windowsill—the one he had taken from Heimdall.Brown's wand slowly hit the rim of the cup, making a crisp vibration. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it quietly. When he raised his wand again, it spun quickly over the cup again, and a small piece of white smoke fell off the rim of the cup. Look closely, it's almost imperceptible.

Brown took a breath, and the smoke stretched into a thin line in the air, and went straight into Brown's open mouth. Brown closed his mouth, and then swallowed one by one, as if eating Heimdall into his stomach.The grin on Brown's face was creepy.

four,

At dusk, Heimdall was bathing his animal friends in the backyard. The first ones he called out were Mao Tuan and Si Xiang. The two refused to go into the water, and were kicked into the pool by Toffee unexpectedly.

The pool where the precious water lilies were originally kept has been emptied and turned into a small swimming pool for playing water since the arrival of the toffees. The water lilies, small fish, shrimps, tadpoles, and frogs nestled in the water tank aggrievedly.The lunch break by Grandpa Rommel's elegant water lily pond was replaced by "Animal World" and came to an end temporarily.

After the hair ball fell into the water, it became a large mass of dark color. When Heimdall thought that it had shared the bed with Mionir... He reached under the water to touch it, picked up the hair ball, and found that it was still a mass of gray flutter.After Si Xiang got used to the pool, he was so happy that he stepped on his hooves and splashed water everywhere, and the stinky buns on the water surface were splashed all over his head and face, and the edge of the pool was in a mess in a blink of an eye.

Heimdall sighed and moved aside to wipe his face, and Victor sat down beside him.

"How many bottles did you choose?" Heimdall asked.

Under the pretext of tasting wine with Rommel, the master walked into Rommel's study, and then the two went to the wine cellar.

"A bottle," Victor said.

Heimdall saw that the master was a little absent-minded, and said, "Did your conversation with Dad go well?"

"It's okay..." Victor suddenly came back to his senses. "What did you say?"

"Is your conversation going well? Dad didn't do anything aggressive, right?" Heimdall had a vague guess about the content of their conversation.

"Nothing can be hidden from you." Victor smiled faintly.

"It's too obvious, don't make me sound so godlike."

"I hope Rommel acts too aggressively, it will make me feel better."

"...It seems that Dad is very calm."

"This is his strong point." Victor teased.

You can also use humor to show that the situation is not so bad.

"Did Dad say anything?" Heimdall asked.

"He told me very calmly that starting from this year's Christmas, he will no longer send any gifts to his grandmother, and it will be the same for all festivals from then on, including the formal greetings. The connection will not be broken, because he can't be emotional."

Heimdall raised his eyebrows, "It sounds like Dad saved money on gifts and postage."

Victor scratched his forehead and revealed, "You probably don't know that the medicinal herbs and other things that our family sells to Northern Europe follow the route of Rommel. If this shortcut is cut off, it will be difficult for the Krum family. Estimated loss."

"real?!"

"It depends on how Rommel does it," Victor said hesitantly. "I don't think it's impossible. He asked directly about my grandmother's will, and I told him frankly that my name is still in the heir column. As far as I know, my grandmother hasn't amended the will."

Heimdall hesitated, "You mean, if your grandmother revises the will, Dad may no longer facilitate the Krum family's business? Bernick is Daisy's child...

"I hope it's just my imagination." Victor pursed his lips.

Heimdall was silent. He didn't think the old lady couldn't foresee such a consequence. She was either lucky or desperate.

"What about you?" Victor stroked his face.

"What's wrong with me?"

"What happened in the theater during the day?"

Heimdall grabbed his hand and rubbed it, "I didn't want to say it at first, but I think he probably did it on a whim."

"Him?" Victor frowned.

"Ludwig Brown."

Victor immediately looked him up and down nervously, and Heimdall immediately said, "Do you think something is wrong with me?"

Victor confirmed that he did not lose a hair, so he was relieved.

Heimdall told Victor Brown's ambiguous words, "My first reaction was that he harbored evil intentions. If someone told me that Brown was determined to abandon the evil and turn to the good, I would give that person the middle finger. Brown seems to know your family The curse of knowing, possibly in more detail than we know, is something I cannot let go of."

Victor murmured, "What does he want?"

Heimdall shook his head blankly.

"Are you still planning to go to David Gomez's Alchemy Institute?" Victor asked.

Heimdall smiled wryly, "If Brown's goal was to drive a wedge between me and Gomez, who didn't even have time to lay the groundwork, then he succeeded. When I think of David Gomez now, I can't help doubting his enthusiasm for me. Does the invitation have ulterior motives?"

Fives,

Quietly, this weekend comes Monday afternoon.

Care of Magical Creatures class for Year [-].

The content of this lesson is that if you encounter a hungry water-seeking beast by the wild water, how to prevent the water-seeking beast eager to monopolize the water source from attacking you.

Under the leadership of Professor Lacey, everyone left the castle and came to the lakeside in the greenhouse.The lake next to the greenhouse is actually a big bubble, and the bottom may be connected to the hot spring in the back mountain. This lake is different from the other lakes with a tight ice cover, and it does not freeze all year round in such a harsh climate in the Durmstrang Mountains.

The seventh graders saw the legendary water-seeking beast by the lake. Everyone thought they could only read it in textbooks. Unexpectedly, Professor Lacey opened their eyes.Like Pelidon, the water-seeking beast belongs to four different animals. It has a snake head, a leopard body and a lion buttocks, and hare-like claws. It runs extremely fast and has an incomprehensible need for water. Temporarily relieves a lifelong thirst.

Quests are often seen in Muggle writings as a symbol of chaos and incest, which is not very popular anyway.

Professor Lacey's water-seeking beast is as docile as a little white rabbit, and he can't see the side of killing innocent people introduced in the textbook at all. A few bold students tried to get close, but they were almost chewed up by the snake's mouth and swallowed.The docileness of a ferocious beast is often an illusion. Its docility may be a means of hunting, or it may only be docile to a fixed target, such as its own master.

It is very simple to avoid the attack of the water-seeking beast, just pour water into the water source. This method is more challenging for Muggles-in case there is no water at hand, it should not be a problem for wizards. They can use spells to pour clean water into the water source.Care of Magical Creatures class occasionally needs to test students' ability to use spells.

The clear water is like a spring curse is not difficult to learn, it was explained in detail in the sixth grade Charms class.It is also not a popular exam question for the major wizarding level exams, it is very common and practical.The problem is that it is really not difficult for many students, but when they are stared at by the two slender pupils of the water-seeking beast, their minds are muddled like a mouse, and they don't know what they are doing.This is one of the skills of the water-seeking beast, just like Medusa, its function is imitated from the petrification spell.

When it was Heimdall's turn to go up, he first cast an ignition spell on the snake-eyed void to distract the water-seekers. Water-loving water-seekers are naturally afraid of fire. After a certain deterrent effect, Heimdall's wand sprayed a jet of water into the lake where the light smoke curled up.

With its head raised, its back straightened, and its full vigilance, the water-seeking beast slowly lowered its head and lay back while Heimdall was slowly retreating.

"Sturlusson, add 5 points." Professor Lacey praised with relief.

The students in the same grade have long been familiar with the strangeness, and even clapped their hands with a blank face, and clapped a few times symbolically.

After Professor Lacey announced that class was over, the students dispersed in twos and threes. Carlo reminded Heimdall not to forget to go to the principal's office to submit the measures for the management of black magic creatures. After Heimdall and him confirmed other tasks that needed to be completed as soon as possible, Carlo He returned to the teaching building with his textbooks in his arms - the next class was astrology, which he took this semester.

"Sturluson." Professor Lacey stopped Heimdall.

"Professor?" Heimdall walked up to him.

"I want to talk to you about something, do you have time?" Professor Lacey threw a piece of animal bone soaked in lemongrass towards the docile beast, who picked up the hard bone and put it in its mouth Crackling and biting, like biting cartilage.

That voice sent chills down the spine.

"Astronomy at seven o'clock," said Heimdall.

Lacey pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, her swollen eyeballs were filled with a smile, "It's enough time to spare a cup of tea."

six,

Professor Lacey's room is very tidy, the windows are bright and clean, the wooden floor is polished, everything is arranged in an orderly manner, it can be seen that he is an organized person, and... Heimdall glanced at the spotless desk and the well-arranged The horizontal and vertical inkpots and quills seem to be a little cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder, as if measured with a ruler.

"I only have tea from the mountains here, if you don't mind..." Lacey raised the tea pot in his hand.

Heimdall quickly waved his hand, "I don't mind, you can drink whatever you want, I can drink anything."

Lacey waved her wand, and the copper kettle flew out of the fireplace, filling the cup with scalding hot water.

"Don't you like house-elves?" Heimdall asked.

"I like to do it myself." The silver tray fell on the desk, and Lacey held out a hand. "You're welcome, I remember I still have some snacks..." Heimdall picked up the cup under Lacey's enthusiastic gaze, and Lacey turned around to search in front of the cabinet. "You don't know, I haven't entertained guests for a long time."

There was only the crackling of the fire burning in the room, and all the sounds seemed to disappear at a certain point in time.

Patrick Lacey turned around in puzzlement, and saw Heimdall biting his lower lip and putting the glass back on the tray with an annoyed expression on his face.Heimdall sighed in frustration, and looked up at Lacey.

"When did you..." Having said that, Heimdall pursed his lips. "Where is Professor Lacey? Or, is there such a person as Patrick Lacey in this world?"

Patrick Lacey, no, to be precise, Ludwig Brown smiled slowly. He picked up the biscuit jar and put it on the desk. Then he took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said with a smile: " How did you find out?"

"You took great pains to entertain me with the same tea as that day, didn't you just want me to see through your identity? Isn't that the case, Professor Brown?"

Brown was sitting on the chair, with an uneasy smile on Lacey's pale and haggard face, and Heimdall quietly clenched his wand.

"Don't be so dear, I don't want to conflict with you." Brown accurately predicted his next move.

"I must bring you to justice." Heimdall's tone was beyond doubt.

Brown shrugged nonchalantly, took a sip from the teacup on the tray, "Don't worry, Patrick Brown is now enjoying the blue sky and white clouds by the beautiful beaches of southern Europe. I did some tricks and gave him a vacation that was enough for me to do something. And I was the one who came to accept the application assessment."

"What are you going to do?" Heimdall said.

"That's what I'm going to talk to you about," Brown said calmly.