HP's Foreign Land

one,

On Sunday morning, Heimdall met two of the legendary tutors in Helsinki's "Insects of the Magical World" museum, Ms. Mr Scrooge.

In view of Heimdall's tragic history in potions and astronomy, Rommel enlightened his grandson early on. Potions was taught by Professor Lange from the shallower to the deeper, and he was good at teaching. Astronomy was handed over to the family teacher Gauss Rock. As for the history of magic... Decided to leave it to fate.

The history of magic can only be remembered, and there is no one who can't - this is Rommel's original words.

Ms. Bucharle was wearing a dark green gown. The slightly old-fashioned color did not detract from her age, because the gown was tailored, um, slim, and perfectly set off her graceful figure; her light brown hair combed It hangs behind the head in a braid; on the head is a hat decorated with beads and silk threads. The decoration and color are just right to highlight the facial features, like a woman from the beginning of the [-]th century, retro but not blunt.

Mr. Gosrock is a middle-aged man with a mustache, gray temples, maybe older than middle-aged——Heimdall was a little uncertain, while he was waiting, his back was straight, and his flat expression was full of Be strict.

Ms. Bucharle opened her arms enthusiastically. Mionier struggled in Heimdall's arms. Heimdall put him down immediately. Mionier walked up to Ms. Bucharle quickly. hand.

"Good morning, Mionnell."

Mionnier smiled like she did and said, "Good morning, Ms. Bucharle."

Ms. Bucharle's smile widened, and she knelt down to kiss Mionir on the cheek, and Mionir nodded to her.

"Won't you kiss me?" Ms. Bucharle asked.

Just as Mionier was about to say something, the two fathers came over, and Ms. Bucharle stood up quickly.

"Hello, Ms. Bucharle." Victor shook her hand.

"It's an honor to meet you again." Ms. Bucharle's smile appeared much more reserved.

"This is Mr. Heimdall Sturluson." Victor introduced.

Heimdall stretched out his right hand, "Nice to meet you."

Ms. Bucharle touched his hand and parted quickly.

Heimdall's pause was fleeting, and then he turned deliberately to the other governess.

"Is this the first time we've met? To be honest, I'm a little nervous. I didn't know until I arrived that I would meet the parents of the students today." Mr. Goscroe tugged at his neckline.

Goscroe's words overturned Heimdall's judgment of him from the outside in.

The couple shook hands with him respectively.

Heimdall joked, "I hope Mionnier didn't cause you any trouble, I know this kid isn't so cute all the time."

Goscroft just said with a smile, "How could it be..."

Ms. Bucharle raised her voice abruptly, "Our Mionier is a good boy, of course he is so cute all the time." After speaking, she avoided meeting Heimdall's eyes, and turned to look at Mionier , stroking his head affectionately, "Isn't that right, baby?!"

Master Krum raised his eyebrows.

Goosecroft found that the atmosphere was a bit tense, and immediately laughed a few times to try to ease the atmosphere, "Today is the anniversary of the Insectarium, and there may be unexpected gains."

Heimdall readily accepted the ladder offered by Goscroe, "That's really nice, I like surprises."

Victor did not talk nonsense as always, without hesitation, he put his arms around Heimdall's shoulders, and then took Mionier's hand, and walked into the hall.

Goscroe looked disapprovingly at Ms Bucharle, who pretended not to notice.

two,

For Ms. Bucharle, a professional worker of the organization for the protection of magical animals, the wizard insect house has become the best place for her to play. She hugged Mionir enthusiastically, explaining the habits of various insects to him carefully, and brought him He shuttled through the crowded museum, and encouraged him to express his views, and also tried to get Mionier and a group of children together to participate in an interactive game held in the museum...

"Compared to Ms. Bucharle, I think I am a useless person." Heimdall stood behind and watched the big and small ones struggling endlessly in the crowd, or Ms. Bucharle struggling endlessly.

Mr. Goscroe felt that it was better for him not to participate in this topic, so he found an excuse to leave.

"Rommel said she was pretty good in this field," Victor said.

"Dad has never been right about things and people. He appreciates the best, no matter what industry."

"But you don't think so?"

"Father is an ordinary wizard after all. I can't treat him with the same standard as Merlin. It's not fair to him. He also has negligence. Everyone will inevitably miss a while in his life and doze off once or twice. There is nothing wrong with it."

Victor heard what he meant, and at the same time thought that he was making a fuss, and relieved, "Could it be that you guess that Ms. Bucharle is alienating your relationship with Mioneil? That doesn't make sense. Who is she? Before we Not at all! Honey, don't be too sensitive, it's impossible, because she can't do it."

"Mr Krum!" Ms Bucharle's yell, followed by Mionier's, "Come on Papa! Come on Papa!"

"Let me go." Victor quickly kissed Heimdall's cheek and walked over quickly.

Heimdall looked at Victor with a blank expression, after listening to Ms. Bucharle's words, under Mionier's urging, he geared up to join the parent-child game. Ms. Bucharle stood on the sidelines and cheered for them. The mothers were just as excited.

Heimdall said to himself, "I'm sorry, this is probably the legendary intuition. In fact, I think she is already trying it."

three,

At the end of the game, Mionier's group won the consolation prize. Although the ranking was not satisfactory, Mionier couldn't stop smiling, and this alone was enough.

Ms. Bucharle, who advocates fighting for the first place, obviously doesn't think so. She keeps emphasizing what Mionier should do just now, otherwise the result will definitely be better. Mionier is holding the consolation prize awarded to him by the museum - a butterfly-shaped candy Trophy, bowed his head without saying a word.

Victor frowned.

The person in charge of the museum said loudly at this time: "Children, you should share your gifts with your mothers and thank them for cheering for you!"

Mionier raised her head, and Ms. Bucharle quickly stroked the hair hanging down her cheeks, looking at Mionier expectantly.Mionir stepped forward, skipped her, ran towards Heimdall, and shouted, "Rig, Butterfly Tangtang!"

Heimdall hugged him overjoyed, "Baby, this is a trophy!"

Mionier still brought the trophy to his mouth, "Tangtang!" It meant to let him take a bite.

Heimdall bit off the tentacles of the butterfly under Mionir's "surveillance", and Mionier gnawed off the small half of the butterfly's wing with a smile on his face, and licked his mouth in satisfaction.

At this moment, no one cares about Ms. Bucharle's mood, including Master Krum.The master put down his rolled-up sleeves and happily walked towards the father and son who were laughing together.

"Give Big Daddy a taste too," said Heimdall.

Mionier hesitated, holding up the trophy.

Victor wiped the corners of his eyes sadly, "So reluctant, Dad obviously worked so hard for Mionier, Dad is very sad."

Mionier patted the back of his hand like a little adult, and assured, "I will treat you well."

Heimdall couldn't help but laugh.

Victor said in surprise: "Who taught him to say that?" Then he pretended to be annoyed and accused the chief, "It must be you!"

Heimdall laughed and begged for mercy, "Baby, don't you want to be nice to Big Daddy? Give Big Daddy the candy."

As soon as Mionier stretched out his hand, the remaining half of the wing of the butterfly trophy accurately blocked Dapapa's mouth, and he was worthy of being the child of the world's number one seeker.

Mr. Goscrowe had been shrewd in choosing such a favorable moment to come back to them.

"Is there a trophy?! That's great!" Smiling and shaking Mionier's hand, Mionir grinned out a mouthful of white teeth.

The family of three left the bustling exhibition hall contentedly and came to the classification area. Unlike the large exhibition hall with a lively atmosphere, visitors here consciously keep quiet in public places.

Ms. Bucharle stared at the family of three in front of her with a gloomy face, and Mr. Gosrock happened to witness this scene.

"Don't you think your decision was very hasty? I don't believe in love at first sight. Maybe it exists, but I haven't seen it, so I don't believe it," whispered Mr. Gosrock, walking beside her.

"Mind your own business, Mr. Hypocrisy," Ms. Bucharle sneered.

"But at least I don't think about other people's husbands and children." Mr. Gosrock shot back. "Do you think you can succeed? Don't be too whimsical? Sometimes I really want to open your women's brains to see what's inside. Does everything have to revolve around you and your mind to be reasonable?"

Ms. Bucharle seemed to be poked at the weak point by him, and said excitedly: "He is not worthy of being Mionir's father at all. I dare say he doesn't even know what Mionir has learned!"

"Oh, when I was in school, my parents didn't know what I was doing in school."

"But Mionir is only three years old!"

"I don't understand your standard of looking at problems. Does Mr. Strulusson mean that he doesn't care? I dare say he knows. Do you think that the child's parents have to learn to recite the child's textbook word by word before you think he is competent? Since So, what else do you want?"

"quibble!"

"Counterfeiting is usually the only way to deal with unreasonableness."

"Have you always been like this? No matter what, you are on the side of the employer, afraid that he will deduct your wages?" Ms. Bucharle asked.

"I don't take my wages from him, and I honestly think your behavior and thinking in this matter are very questionable. Even I, Mr. Hypocrisy, find your self-righteousness unbearable. So, Please forgive me, I am afraid that if I continue talking to you, I will do something that my brain cannot control." Gosrock rolled his eyes without hesitation, and walked away, leaving Ms. Bucharle trembling with anger.

four,

They came out of the insect hall, and today's extracurricular activities came to an end.

"It's really a pity that the planetarium is not open today." Heimdall and Mr. Gosrock exchanged greetings before parting.

"Don't listen to him," Victor smiled. "You'll find that he's actually very happy, and his regrets are all faked to make you think he's interested in astronomy."

"It's disgusting. I pretended to be so perfect. I bet Mr. Gosrock must have believed what I said before." Heimdall pretended to be depressed.

Mr Gosrock laughed.

Heimdall took Mionier's hand and came to Ms. Bucharle, "Honey, say goodbye to Ms. Bucharle."

Ms. Bucharle forced herself to smile at Mionir.

Heimdall didn't wait for Ms. Bucharle to try to respond any further, and turned to pull Mionier past him.

"Baby, say goodbye to Mr. Gosrock."

Victor hugged Mionier with a tacit understanding, and continued to chat with Mr. Gosrock.

Ms. Bucharle seemed to have sensed it, and pursed her lips, "What do you want to say?"

"You are a stranger to me, at best one of my son's governesses, and I have nothing to say to you."

"Mionir is a good boy," Ms. Bucharle said emotionally.

"I have no objection to that."

"But as a father, what you have done is far from enough. You have failed his love for you!"

"I would like to ask you, on what basis do you say such a thing?"

"...I think I should correct you and make you realize what was wrong."

"The problem is that what you did and what you said 'corrected' were very different."

Ms. Bucharle took a deep breath, "I admit that I couldn't do that well, but at least it made you soberly aware of the root of the problem."

Heimdall suddenly realized that he was not angry, and even wanted to laugh out loud, "What kind of unparalleled self-confidence supports you to draw conclusions on me confidently and confidently as a winner? I don't accept groundless accusations, and I don't accept Arbitrary judgment. And you dealt with the mistakes you made lightly, but pressed me step by step and confronted me, don't you think you are not as fair as you appear?"

Ms. Bucharle lowered her head, seeming to be brewing some kind of emotion.

"How should I put it, you are really not smart enough." Heimdall said softly.

After successfully stopping Ms. Bucharle's turbulent thoughts, she raised her head angrily.

"Isn't it? The employer who hired you is my father, Mr. Rommel Sturluson. If I tell my father what happened today when I go home, you say he will give you a big compliment on your professional ability as before. Praise?"

Ms. Bucharle opened her mouth in disbelief: "Are you threatening me?"

"Compared to your unsightly means, I'm already quite polite."

Ms. Bucharle was speechless and could only stare angrily.

"That's why I said that you are not smart enough. Will father trust you as always, or will he trust his son more?"

Ms. Bucharle struggled for a long time, and said reluctantly: "If you miss me, you will regret it. There is no better teacher who focuses on the enlightenment course of protecting magical animals than me!"

"That's not certain. I don't really care if the teacher is the best. As long as my Mionir is willing to learn, it's enough. I don't want to encourage him to work hard in the direction of a magical animal expert. It's not for me to decide, it should be him. It's up to your preferences."

"You are doting, it is not advisable!"

"You just said that I treated him badly."

Ms. Bucharle was at a loss for words.

"Come on, Ms. Bucharle." Heimdall said calmly.

Ms. Bucharle heard the implication, and her face changed.She was quickly defeated under Heimdall's sight, and she gritted her teeth, "I will hand in my resignation, and you must be satisfied now..."

"Thank you, I am very satisfied, and thank you for your hard work on Mionir. Please don't worry that he will not let you go. He will face thousands of people in the future, and he will grow into a person with self-awareness and learn to judge. people."

Ms. Bucharle turned and paused, then fled there in a hurry.

Victor and Mr. Goscrow stopped talking. Mr. Goscrow seemed to know nothing, and said goodbye to them with a happy expression. Before leaving, he had a few jokes with Mionier.

A family of three prepares to move positions.

Victor said: "I apologize for my previous indiscretion, your sharpness is not unfounded."

"Sharp? That's not what you said at the beginning. Let me think about it... You seem to be talking about sensitivity?" Heimdall winked at him.

Victor hooked his nose with a smile, and Mionier, who was held by Victor in his arms, stretched out his little meaty hand, imitating the action of the big daddy, scraping Heimdall's face back and forth, eating up the little poop After making tofu, he danced and danced, and he didn't know what he was enjoying.

The husband and wife thought it was very interesting, and each kissed Xiaowa on the face.

After returning home, Heimdall euphemistically expressed to his father his wish to meet Mionnier's other tutors.

Fives,

Heimdall walked into the International Magic Field Evaluation and Research Institute on a sunny Wednesday afternoon. Before entering the front hall, he stayed in the security room for an hour. After a series of tedious checks, he finally fully confirmed his identity. And was handed back the letter from the magical institution.

Gone is the old crumbling elevator, replaced by a brand new one with mirrored panels, the grating from which the creepy gatekeeper can be seen is blocked by a solid wall, and to be honest Heimdall has been very happy with the renovation so far. The most satisfying thing is here.

The elevator reached the second floor with a "dang" sound, which was much faster than climbing the first floor in nearly 20 seconds. It really is technology that changes life.

The size of the reception hall is still the same as before, but there are some other decorative effects, such as thinner columns and more high-end flowers on the column caps; each bulb on the chandelier hanging from the ceiling has been redesigned. The transparent glass cover in the shape of a flower bud was pressed; the ground was wiped so that it was shiny, and Heimdall almost slipped the moment he stepped out of the elevator, if he hadn't held on to the wall quickly with his eyesight.

He stepped cautiously all the way to the reception desk, as if walking on ice that was about to melt.

The staff at the reception desk looked through his letters enthusiastically but rigorously, and then pointed him in the direction to the third door on the left.

Heimdall knocked on the door panel and pushed the door open. He was a little surprised by the scene inside. It could be said that there were almost no empty seats. No, it can’t be said that, because there were no chairs, so there were crowds of people, and everyone stood at the door.Heimdall later discovered that there were not many people, but the room was too small. He made a rough calculation and found that there were only about twenty people.

This group of people is probably the same as him, and they are all in the junior audition team.

Heimdall had no intention of making friends in the magical structure. Although the expressions of the people around him looked friendly, he chose a position against the wall and stood there. The two broke up unhappy as always, or they had never been happy from the beginning. Heimdalton's literary emotions were different.

People came in and out one after another, until the time limit passed, someone pushed open the door beside him - the only entrance was right next to him.

Heimdall stepped aside, and the black-robed witch gave him a business-like smile.

The witch did not use her wand, and raised her voice, "Misters and ladies, are you all ready?"

The whole room fell silent for a moment.

The witch smiled to herself, "That's good." She walked into the door.

All the wizards gathered around, and Heimdall didn't expect to be in the first row.

six,

"To be honest, I have no doubts about the level of magic of everyone here, but I did not run the magic institution, and I have no right to make decisions, so please cooperate with my work as much as possible today." After a brief exchange of greetings, the black-robed witch said seriously.

"What do we need to do? Cast magic at the wall? Or cast magic at each other?" Someone in the crowd shouted.

There were a few snickers in my ears.

"Isn't it like this when you cast magic?" the witch asked back.

The man smiled and stopped pestering.

"Please don't interrupt me, thank you." The witch said again, "Then I'll make a long story short. Those whose names are called below raise their hands. Please remember your ranking number."

The first person whose name was called was an old man. He was the last in the group, and the last twenty were quickly determined. Some were happy and some were sad, but the last few didn't look very happy anyway.

The head of the room was a little excited, so he was definitely one of the top ten.

"The selectors whose names have not been called, please come to me." The witch summoned the rest of the people in front of me, "That's it, because the scores of the few of you are very tight, so the organization decided to temporarily add a magic random review , based on today's score, do you agree with the organization's arrangement?"

"If we don't agree, is the organization planning to remove us?" The person who asked the question was the enthusiastic speaker just now.

"No, it's just that your ranking is tenth, and so on." The witch remained calm.

"Oh!" The active speaker exaggeratedly looked at the other nine people. "Maybe ten of us can try it. If we don't agree, the magic organization will be in trouble."

The nine people held back their laughter, and the enthusiastic speaker said to the witch, "What do you plan to do then?"

"Nothing to do," the witch rolled up the parchment. "Let you go home today, call you again in two days, and try to ask if you agree again. If you still decide to advance and retreat together, you will still be allowed to go home, and then call you again... until the next two days Someone out of ten will surpass you and break the deadlock."

The enthusiastic speaker blinked, "That's not good."

"So what's your decision?" The witch smiled leisurely.

"What else can I do, count me in." The enthusiastic speaker said.

"Count me too." Heimdall raised his hand.

The other eight people hesitated for a moment, then nodded one after another, and they all passed after 1 minute.

"Excuse me, ma'am, what about us?" someone from the last twenty called out.

"Those who are self-motivated please apply for a new round of display review. Those who are not self-motivated can go home. If you really like to stay in this room, there is no need to worry. The house elf will clean and lock the door before leaving get off work. You spend the night here."

Seven,

They were taken to another room, which was similar to the one just now. The biggest difference was probably that there was a door in this room, and they didn't know where it led.

The witch pointed to the wooden box that appeared abruptly in the center of the room. There was a circular hole in the wooden box. Heimdall quickly recognized it, and immediately became excited by conditioned reflex—this box and the shops in Diagon Alley drew a lottery The boxes used in the event are very similar, but not as bright and eye-catching as the ones in Diagon Alley.

Is this the rhythm of drawing prizes?The head of the room is agitated.

He rubbed his hands together, mumbled and muttered, and the active speaker gave him a few puzzled glances.

The witch said: "Find a censorship model from this box, everyone is equal."

"Can't say that," said the eager speaker again. "The practice of drawing lots is not fair enough."

The witch said calmly: "Luck is also a form of strength, don't you have confidence in yourself?"

"Your words don't reassure us." The active speaker always seems to think that his speech can represent everyone in the top ten.

Finally someone got impatient, "Stop dawdling, hurry up and get a good review, I still have a job, I'm not someone who idles around all day long!"

One sentence offended the active speaker, and the next performance was blocked, and the active speaker shut up embarrassingly.

The witch made a gesture of invitation, and the impatient wizard cautiously put his hand into the box... After a minute passed, he still refused to take it out.

The witch hugged her chest and said, "Even if you can see through the wooden box, it won't help. Every lot has special magic protection."

The impatient wizard quickly took out his hand, and at the same time six people jostled each other in front of the wooden box, fighting for second place.

"There are countless lots inside, and the review mode cannot be determined by drawing first or drawing later." The witch said calmly.

The six people stopped fighting, straightened their collars as if nothing had happened, smoothed their hair, and spread out in front of the wooden box.

"You don't smoke anymore? Then I will!" The enthusiastic speaker took out one without hesitation.

Heimdall followed closely behind, and the expressions of the six people suddenly became colorful.

"Please give me your sign." The witch added before some people tried to squeeze past, "Please line up, thank you very much."

Heimdall was at the end of the line, followed by enthusiastic speakers.

The witch took out her wand, a dark purple wand that was so beautiful that it made people's eyes shine. freed from.

"Sir?" the witch smiled.

Heimdall smiled awkwardly, and handed over his sign. The witch knocked on his sign, and the ordinary white sign turned into a miniature wooden door in an instant. If Heimdall did not admit his mistake, this wooden door seemed to be It's the one in this room.He looked up at the door, and it was exactly the same.

"It seems that you will have a unique experience today." The witch's smile revealed a hint of mystery.

Heimdall scratched his forehead.

"You don't like the lot?" asked the Witch.

“I like to be creative, but not always,” Heimdall says honestly.

His goal today is to play steadily, and novelty usually goes hand in hand with uncertainty.

Heimdall stepped aside, the enthusiastic speaker handed him his lottery, and he also drew the door.

The enthusiastic speaker smiled at Heimdall, "I really want to try something different today."