HP's Foreign Land

Just as the group was about to go back, three students in blue school uniforms ran up to Heimdall and shouted in unison in a familiar tone: "Sturlusson, our application has been approved." Among them A boy said excitedly: "Don't worry, we have also applied for safety protection. There will be three observers escorting the broom when it goes up to the sky tomorrow!"

Heimdall sighed in his heart, what are you doing so happily, this is not something worth publicizing.Only teams that are not optimistic about their own broomsticks will apply for special flight test protection. In a certain way, the impression points will definitely be greatly reduced.

Adam rubbed his brows with his hands, and said slowly, "Dear kid Rig, can I ask what's going on?" He put down his hands and narrowed his eyes. "That is to say, you don't plan to work hard for your own team, but to serve the public? Tell me, am I right?"

Heimdall tightened his jaw, then nodded.

Adam smiled, and his smile sent a chill down Heimdall's back. "Not bad, not bad, really good." The young wizard from Liechtenstein sighed draggingly, and pretended to take out his pocket watch to look at it. "Okay," he said. "Tomorrow is less than seven hours away (tomorrow here refers to after 12 midnight), I can't find another test pilot with selfless dedication and good flying like you in such a short time, and I don't want to try it myself..."

If he wanted to feel guilty, he succeeded.Heimdall thought.Therefore, he allowed himself to be silent.

"You can only look for it among acquaintances who have decent friendship." Adam looked left and right exaggeratedly, his betting eyes shifted from Xiabby to Duncan, then from Duncan to Bernick, and from Bernick to Edmund's face, Finally, it came to a stop on Victor Krum. "Mr Krum," Adam said politely. "Is it an honor to invite you?"

Although this sentence was not fully expressed, everyone present understood the meaning.

"No problem." Victor quickly agreed. "But can I participate? I mean I'm not a contestant."

"Actually, I'm going to ask this question." Adam said in a good mood. "If you don't mind, please excuse me temporarily." He walked away calmly.Shabby rolled his eyes at his back, and then followed him.

In fact, he planned to do this from the beginning, right? !Heimdall frowned behind him.Why do you still have to put on a gracious tone?To make yourself feel guilty?

At this time, a scream came from the right side, and all the people present looked towards the source of the sound, only to see one of the three students in the blue uniform fell to the ground in a strange posture, his whole body convulsed When he got up, Heimdall would have thought he had epilepsy if he hadn't been foaming at the mouth and had no other abnormal manifestations except pain and cramping.

"What's wrong with him?" Bernick, who was closest, ran over and helped his two classmates to control him.Others also ran to help, and Edmund wanted to go to the resident doctor, but was stopped by the sick boy's friend.

"It's useless. His disease is a family heredity. He is prone to get sick when he has big emotional ups and downs. Except for their family doctor, other doctors can't cure him at all."

"Where's the medicine?" Heimdall called out.He subconsciously believed that there must be special medicines for such sudden illnesses, just like patients with heart disease and asthma would carry emergency medicines with them.

Hearing this, the other two students immediately lowered their heads to search his pockets, which meant that there were indeed special medicines.It's a pity that I searched every pocket and couldn't find it.

"Where's the potion?" The classmate on the right side of the sick boy was drenched in sweat. "Where's your medicine?" he yelled. "Don't you always carry it with you?" Another classmate was still searching blindly.

The twitching boy couldn't speak at all, his breath became shorter and shorter, and the rapid inhalation was accompanied by sharp whimpers, which drilled into his ears one after another and scratched his eardrums painfully.

"Leon!" Heimdall looked up suddenly, and his eyes were accurately projected on Brueleg, who had always stayed out of the matter and had not said a word. "Is there a way?" He said, looking straight at him. "I remember that the book said that the Blueleg family in Mexico has a wide range of potions, and they are almost omnipotent in everything."

"Needless to say compliments, this set has failed hundreds of years ago." Leon came over and squatted beside the boy whose life was hanging by a thread, rolled his eyelids, and grabbed his jaw to force him to stop the spasm Like knocking teeth. "I can't tell if this is caused by a curse or poison. Since it is a family inheritance, it means that the blood of the clansmen has been mixed and diluted its original inherent performance. It is impossible to judge based on the current information."

"Okay, we got it, for Merlin's sake, please don't seek the truth at this juncture." Heimdall squeezed out the words through his teeth. "Didn't you see that he was in such pain?!"

Leon glanced at him, and indifferently spit out the truth that made everyone vomit blood: "I saw it, and I saw it a lot."

"Is there a way?" Heimdall asked.

"I'm not moving the medicine box." Leon said calmly, he didn't care about other people's life or death at all, even if a living life suddenly disappeared before his eyes, his eyelids would never move. "People in our family have always lacked a sense of mission of compassion and compassion. Isn't that mentioned in the book you read, Mr. Sturluson?"

Finding that the situation was not good, Edmund quickly made a decision: "I'll go to the doctor." After speaking, he turned around and ran away.In fact, there is no need for him to do anything extra, as soon as the people around find out about this problem, they will go to the doctor. Unfortunately, doctors usually like to patrol around, especially since today's games are over, most doctors have relieved the burden of the whole day. Pressure, each went to have fun and relax.

Several onlookers had already expressed their anger at Leon's indifferent attitude, and Heimdall had to pull his roommate aside, and quickly cast a shielding spell around him.

"Well, how much is it?" Heimdall said straight to the point.

Probably Heimdall's words touched a certain nerve in Leon, and the latter finally showed an expression other than indifference, and he pondered for a while in a language that Heimdall had never heard. "Money alone won't impress a Blueleg," he said after he finished his musings.

"So what do you need?"

"I remember I used to say what I needed."

Heimdall frowned inexplicably for this, he thought of it for a while, and he quickly glanced at the boy who was suffering from pain. "I think I can agree." After hesitating for a second, he nodded.

"What a great personality." Leon, who was expressionless and sarcasm, was more exasperating than anyone who scolded people loudly. It's a pity that Heimdall doesn't have the strength to be serious now.

"The great Mr. Strulusson orders you to save people!" Heimdall said hoarsely.

Leon Blueleg calmly took out the small metal box and took out two bottles of potion. When he bent down to open the spasm boy's mouth, the boy on the right suddenly grabbed his hand. "I think I know the Blueleg family." He looked up at Heimdall for help. "Are you sure?" he said uncertainly.

"It's too late for you to go back and get the medicine now, or are you going to wait for the doctor who doesn't know when he will arrive?" Heimdall tried to force a smile at him. "Leon's potion is very helpful."

A certain Mexican boy raised his eyebrows when he heard his roommate spout so smoothly.Leon's hand was loosened, and the boy chose to believe in Heimdall like that, maybe this weird family disease is really very dangerous.

"This transparent bottle is used to ward off curses, and this light blue bottle is used to detoxify. Both are not targeted, and only have a short-term suppression effect. It should be enough for you to go back and find medicine." No explanation, this time I reluctantly explain it for Sturlusson's sake.

It took less than half a minute for the medicine to be fed, and the convulsions gradually calmed down, but did not stop completely. At this time, Heimdall said, "Let him tell him where his medicine is, and any of you hurry up and go back to the tent to find it."

The cramped boy stumbled and talked about the location of the potion. One of his classmates ran back like crazy, but was stopped by someone and apparated after a few steps. Heimdall felt that it was convenient for adults...

In the blink of an eye, the crisis was resolved. When the doctor finally appeared at the scene of the incident, the crowd had already dispersed and there was no one there.

***

"That kind of physical condition should not be able to participate in the national competition," Duncan complained once back in the tent. "There are many times when you are excited. Hasn't he thought about taking good care of his own life?"

"He just forgot to bring the medicine by chance, and you saw what happened later, he recovered immediately after taking the medicine," Bernick said.

"What if we weren't there? What if the doctor never came? What if there was no cure when the doctor came? What if they broke through the tent and couldn't find the medicine?"

"No ifs!" Bernick glared unbearably. "It's over, there's no problem! So please shut up, Mr. Orville!"

Duncan shrugged, he was just whining because he was bored, and then the bored Mr. Orville changed his target again: "My dear Rigg, what are you and your little friend going to do?" He saw Heimdall and Bruley Greg sat down at the table.

Heimdall said blankly: "Fulfill the promise."

Duncan's curiosity was piqued. "What promise? The whisper you just said?" He asked with interest.

Heimdall waved his wand and cast a silence spell around himself and Leon. As if it wasn't enough, Leon added another isolation spell.

"Is this necessary?" Heimdall felt that he was making a fuss out of a molehill.

As if responding to his question, Snow walked in from the outside, and expressed doubts about the strange behavior of Heimdall and Leon, because the house elf placed a large bowl, a bottle of water and an empty bottle on the table. Glasses and a clean towel.

"It's more necessary now than it was before," said Leon.Then, like a little Muggle boy playing with toy soldiers, he put bottle after bottle of potion on the table in front of the two of them, forming three full rows, with about twenty bottles in each row.

Heimdall grimaces. "You're really dangerous," he said half-jokingly. "I kind of understand why your last name can make so many people scream."

"Three bottles." Leon stretched out a palm. "Don't worry, this is the first time, I'm very measured." He filled the glass with water. "Rinse your mouth." He handed the cup to Heimdall.The latter took it obediently and rinsed his mouth, and the big bowl immediately played a role - to catch the spit out water.

Then, he and Heimdall took out their pocket watches at the same time. The difference was that Heimdall took a step further than him, and his suspended pen and paper was already on standby by his side.

"It seems that you are not ignorant." Leon joked.

"Thank you, Chief Benson." Heimdall said in an exaggerated tone.

***

The first bottle of dark green potion was relatively mild to him at first, it was like a line of ice sliding down Heimdall's esophagus, it was refreshing and very comfortable, until it entered the stomach and felt the cold feeling in the heart.

"It takes 11 seconds to act." Heimdall said while clutching his stomach and clenching his teeth. "Muscles all over my body are intermittently tingling, my legs are unconscious, my back is stiff, my lips are numb, and the feeling of my tongue is still normal." He tried to take a long breath, and a puff of white smoke emerged from his trembling bruised lips Come. "I don't need to say more about this, you have seen it too."

While he was describing, the pen and paper suspended in the air kept on recording what the master said word by word.

One minute later, Leon picked up a bottle of liquid medicine with white suspended particles from the table without even looking at it. Heimdall opened his mouth very cooperatively. After taking the bottle of liquid medicine, within half a minute, all symptoms disappeared. Disappeared.

Heimdall shivered fiercely, picked up the cup in front of him and drank a big mouthful of clear water.

The second bottle of poison is completely worthy of its color - a strong bright red, so hot that it makes people feel that the internal organs are on fire.Heimdall lay weakly on the table and concentrated his thoughts on words: "It hurts...it hurts everywhere...anything the skin touches will give back pain information." The voice stopped abruptly, and Heimdall picked up a towel beside him to block Shut up, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and was completely absorbed by the towel.

At this time, Leon suddenly turned his face and poured a bottle of potion into his mouth. It took Heimdall a long time to speak again after drinking the potion. He mumbled unhappy, "1 The minute is not up yet... why are you in such a hurry to detoxify me..."

Leon did not intend to ignore the insanity of the head of the laboratory that he did not know from which generation of predecessors he inherited, and told him succinctly and concisely that he would call it a day, only to receive Heimdall's protest.

"So you have this hobby." Duncan's teasing made Heimdall's spine stiffen, and he suddenly realized that the behavior just now must be very outrageous in the eyes of some people.

"I thought only religious fanatics had the habit of self-torture, but I didn't expect you to like this." Duncan continued to ignore the scene's fanning the flames.

"Heimdall Strulusson, do you remember what I said?" A certain uncle said suddenly, and the room temperature dropped sharply.

Heimdall lowered his head like an ostrich.

Everyone present had different thoughts, and they were more or less surprised by his behavior. Although they couldn't hear him, they could see him. Isolation magic is not shielding magic. It can only prevent others from approaching, but it cannot prevent others from seeing.

"This... it should be said that Rieger has an exploratory spirit..." Edmund wanted to liven up the atmosphere and say some excuses by the way, although this is a bit difficult, after all, this is not hearsay but what he saw with his own eyes.

It's a pity that this didn't have much effect, and the silence still shrouded everyone.

At this moment, Victor turned his eyes to Leon who was silently chewing the snack, and the latter shrugged under his gaze. "There are no side effects, and the antidote potion is more powerful than the poison itself. All I asked him to try were of this type." Leon pointed out calmly.

Director Sturlusson usually doesn't like to vent his anger, and the most efficient way is to eliminate it fundamentally. "I'll write to Rommel," Snow said, probably feeling that he had been silent for long enough, that the boy should fully understand his emotions. "Tell him that he must give his son the attention he deserves, because what my uncle said has no effect at all."

Heimdall lowered his head even lower.

***

The next afternoon, when Heimdall stepped onto the crowded flying broomstick test field, he said to himself, anyway, my dear uncle has decided to "sue the court", and there is no difference between the additional punishment and the multiple crimes. up.

The contestants in the team competition spent the morning finishing their broomsticks in order to show their best results in order to meet the last flight test competition today.

This year's team competition is not as close as other individual competitions, but it is clearly divided into two groups: reliable and unreliable.

The Sugar Rat Organizing Committee did not expect these children to make good finished products at all. As long as they reached the passing line they had set before, they would definitely have good scores in the rankings. It is a great honor that Heimdall's team The scores have always been very good, unlike his speed race results which always fluctuate up and down.Adam Krause did have a knack for broom-making, and Heimdall feels lucky every time he thinks about it.Although their broomsticks don't fit the blueprints, fortunately the broomsticks don't account for much of the appearance score.

After entering the arena, Heimdall saw his teammates and temporarily hired test pilot Victor. Unfortunately, he had to cheer for another camp this afternoon.

"You went to the wrong place!" After seeing him, Adam deliberately frowned and put on a fierce look. "Traitors are not welcome here."

Heimdall chose to ignore it. "Have you seen our broom?" he asked Victor.

"I've seen it." Victor said while strapping on his elbow pads.

"How about it?"

Victor looked down into Heimdall's eyes. "I'm sure I'll win." He said firmly.

Heimdall blinked, and after a while he said uncertainly, "Why don't I feel happy when I hear you say that?"

In order to save the tedious round after round of repetition, a group of ten people were used to fly at the same time for the test flight. Of course, each broom was timed separately.

The appearance of Victor Krum aroused the emotions of many test pilots. Everyone looked at him uncontrollably. Even the test pilots in the same group as him couldn't help expressing their attention again and again.Victor remained the same, unaffected in the slightest. Although there were always people harassing him with their eyes, trying to attract his attention, he turned a deaf ear to everything around him as if he had been cursed with earplugs.

"If there are such good prerequisites, we will definitely let Victor Krum come to test the flight." Heimdall's "bosses" raised their heads and sighed together, envious, longing...

"It's really rude." An "employee" said unhappy.

"Forget it, don't embarrass yourself." A "boss" said suddenly. "Even if you know him, how dare you let him ride? Isn't this to discredit Victor Krum, what if it falls from the sky?"

Is it okay if I fall from the sky?Heimdall was speechless...

This is just a test flight, not a speed competition. You don’t need to show off your flying skills. You need to race against time but you don’t need to take others into consideration. What you need to care about is the weather. You have to do a 200-meter sprint in each of the three weather conditions: rain, snow, and heat.

Sounds simple enough, but it can be quite challenging to do, especially if the riders aren't testing broomsticks.

Since the first group of brooms went to the sky, there have been problems. Few brooms can survive three rounds of weather. Many problems broke out as soon as they flew out. Fortunately, each team has a deep understanding of their own works, so they all applied Preventive measures have prevented round after round of tragedies.

The parabolic fall like a glider is a problem with the balance correction; the rain will fall apart, and the waterproof coating is not good; the broom will sway left and right when the wind blows. It is the propeller that is faulty; the broom is swinging up and down like a mad cow, most of them are the deviation of the vibration control device...Of course, there are also some things that fail to pass the level smoothly, but unfortunately very few.

Seeing the "tragic" end of these test pilots, Heimdall understood why the champion and runner-up of the speed race did not agree to any team's test flight invitation.

"It's our time!" The "bosses" screamed, and Heimdall flew into the sky on a broom.

The first is wind and rain.

This weather is an old friend, Heimdall thought as the rain poured down with a heavy patter.

***

"Not bad..." Sharpy said, holding up his binoculars. "It seems that Sturlusson didn't just agree casually because he was really hotheaded. Take a look," he pushed the binoculars to Adam. "Both rain and snow came through."

Adam pushed away his binoculars angrily. "Where do you usually see the list?!" He blamed it. "In fact, those blue and blue Twitters have always performed very well. I think they are expected to win the runner-up in this year's team competition."

"Who's the champion?" Sharpie said, looking at him.

"You did it on purpose, you must have done it on purpose." Adam muttered and looked away.

"No matter how you look at it, our brooms don't meet the requirements," Sharpie looked critically at their broom, which was being held by Victor at the moment. "Handles—too abrupt!"

"Is it useful to be exactly the same?" Adam snorted dismissively. "Didn't you also see that those more 'realistic' ones were broken." He laughed very badly.

"You are embarrassing the design champion." Shabby shook his head and sighed. "I can imagine the face of the champion, especially when he has to face such a more curvaceous piece."

At this time Adam took his elbow and twisted his arm. "Hey, actually, you really want us to win the championship, right? Don't deny it, I can tell." Adam squinted. "Duplicity."

"Of course I want to win the championship." Xiabi answered straightforwardly without any twitch. "This team championship will be of great help to my job hunting after graduation, and I can get extra points in the assessment in certain fields."

When the audience cheered resoundingly, the group on the field was over. Sturlusson rode a broom under the scorching heat and flew over the finish line as steadily as the previous two times. As for the speed... Xiabi Suddenly aiming the binoculars at the referees at the finish line, staring at their expressions for a while, he removed the binoculars - it seemed to be fine.