HP's Foreign Land

one,

The Durmstrang mountain area is deserted and remote. Even though the back mountain is located behind a fairly popular magic school, the original style here is still well preserved. First, it is due to the magic protection measures in place in the school; As a result, the students are relatively conscious.

The chirping beasts are living a happy life now. When they were the only ones in the back mountain, they were worried all day long. The raptors and beasts in the mountain would go down the mountain to look for food from time to time, which had a great blow to the reproduction of the chirping beasts.Apart from running fast, the chirping beast has almost no other resistance skills, and is usually slaughtered by the beast.

Since the hatching of the dragon eggs, coupled with the moving in of tough tenants one after another, the Zhacha beasts have finally straightened up, pretending to be majestic, no, they are proud.Now there are no bullying beasts in the mountains to discuss the true meaning of life with them. Instead, the beasts and raptors in the mountains are frightened by the threat of fire-breathing dragons and move away overnight.

Now the chatter beasts also have backers.

The Chirp Beasts are playing by the water pool. This is a regular activity every day. There was a substitute school team to play with them before. After the substitute school team set off for Italy, the Chirp Beasts returned to their original peaceful life and got used to Quidditch. After the strange rhythm, I am not used to it.

They actually formed a Quidditch team by themselves. This nondescript Quidditch team can only mess around on the ground due to lack of broomsticks.The Chirp Beasts are very insightful in making props. They picked up the fruits of two plants from nowhere and used them as Quaffles and Bludgers. The Golden Snitch is too high-end and foreign, and the Chirp Beasts have no choice but to give up.

But as far as Victor and Heimdall saw, just the three fruit balls were still playing happily and happily.

"Quaffle" broke free from the arms of a Chacha beast that seemed to be a Chaser, and rushed towards the family of three. When it was about to hit the eyes, it was caught by a Chacha beast ambushing all around with an extremely thrilling jumping movement Stop it, fly with the ball, um, and quickly run to the opponent's field with the ball, immediately there is a series of screams around, those are loyal audiences of Chi Chi Beast.

A family of three passed through the middle of the "court", and received a lot of dissatisfied clamor from the "audience".Victor walked with the child in his arms, and Heimdall followed closely to prevent the "ball" from hitting her husband and child.

"I didn't expect these chirping beasts to fall in love with Quidditch." Victor said amusedly.

"Maybe you can volunteer yourself as a referee for them," Heimdall said.

"They can't afford me."

Heimdall: "..."

"Chacha beast?" Mionier read.

"Those little animals just now are called chirping beasts. We don't have enough time today. Let's stay longer next time." Heimdall said to his son.

Mionier nodded obediently, lying on Dapapa's shoulder, curiously watching the Chicha beasts who were getting farther and farther away from them, Huichang knew how to entertain themselves.

They passed Peridon's house, and there was a rumbling and roaring in the col.

Mionir looked in wonder in the direction leading to the col.

"That dragon should be louder, the voice is not as soft as last time." Heimdall said.

"Aren't you worried that the Charizard will attack Peridon in the future?" Victor asked.

Asking Peridon to teach a charizard how to behave like a beast is actually a bit whimsical.

"At least it's better than playing Quidditch with the Chirp Beast. Don't underestimate Pelidon. The cat teaches the tiger to climb trees with one hand. The wily Peridon will never let himself fall on a fire-breathing dragon that doesn't know how to fly. "

Victor shook his head, not arguing with him.

"It's not like that!" Mionier exclaimed.

The couple looked in the direction he pointed, and Sixiang actually followed Toffee and the others into the mountain depression where the fire-breathing dragon lived, looking very lively and happy.

"What's the matter with a herbivore not staying in the Tianma Pass or the Horseren Pass, and following a group of carnivores?" Wei Daer was puzzled.

"That's why it's different." The master said calmly.

The two looked at each other, then buried their heads and continued to walk forward.

"Do you want to follow me?" Victor couldn't help asking.

"It hasn't been with Toffee for a day or two, and the charizard with the Chicha Beast attribute won't do anything to it." Heimdall shook his head, he didn't seem to have inherited his father's sharpness to a certain extent, and he still doesn't know who will bully whom Woolen cloth.

"I mean Peridon." Victor reminded.

"Pelidon doesn't eat horse meat."

Victor: "..."

They reached Centaur Col.

two,

The centaur leader E'anil shook his head resolutely when he learned of their intentions.

E'anil said frankly: "We never do divination for wizards."

Heimdall is more frank than him, "Sometimes I believe the centaurs' vision of the future more, because you know how to respect nature better than humans."

These words made the facial expression of the centaur leader a little relaxed. No matter how harmonious the relationship between the wizard and the centaur is, the centaur usually does not greet the wizard with a smile.

"I'm not asking you to do divination for me and my husband. I hope that with your help, our children will be saved from danger. This is the request of the two fathers." Heimdall said earnestly.

E'anil's eyes fell on Mionir, and the milk boy felt that the fierce-looking E'anil was a bit scary, so he hugged Dapapa's neck tightly and looked back at the centaur leader timidly.The centaur chief tried to pull a smile.

"How old is he?" Eanil asked.

"3 is old."

"What is your name?"

"Baby, tell Uncle Centaur what your name is." Heimdall turned to Mionir.

"Mionir."

A smile flashed across the face of the centaur leader.

E'anil hesitated, he was afraid that setting this precedent would bring peace to the centaur tribe, and the astrology that the centaur was proud of was not a way of making a living to please wizards.

The younger brother of the centaur leader, E'anur, saw his brother's embarrassment, stepped up and whispered, "That kid is not a wizard yet."

E'anur glanced at his brother, and E'anur was not afraid of his brother's cold eyes, and continued: "He doesn't even have a magic wand, how can he be considered a wizard?"

"...Did they promise you something good?" E'anil complained.

"Your thinking is becoming more and more human." The younger brother was fearless.

Eanil almost vomited blood, glared at his younger brother fiercely, turned around and said, "Okay, you guys come with me."

A family of three successfully entered the horse tribe.

three,

The horse people's astrology is broad and profound, but this skill is like a human profession. Even if they learn it, not everyone is proficient. Horse people astrologers are also a minority in the horse people tribe.There happened to be such a centaur tribe in the mountain behind the German school, and it was a female centaur—that's what Heimdall had always heard.

Female centaurs are as thick and tall as male centaurs. The biggest difference is that female centaurs wear body-covering clothing. Most male centaurs like to be naked, as is the case with the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts.The horse people in the back mountain of the German school are also naked because the climate is still mild. Occasionally, they only wear clothes to keep warm when they need to leave the back mountain.

The leader of the centaur led his family of three to stop in front of a cave surrounded by tree branches. The cave was dimly lit and it was hard to see what was inside.E'anil pushed aside the plants covering the front of the cave, revealing the relatively spacious aisle inside, and said, "Please follow me after entering, don't run around, without the horsemen to guide the way, you may get lost. "

"What about setting it on fire?" Heimdall quickly said.

I was strangled several times by Eanil's eyes.

The head of the room knew that this was too inappropriate, so he lowered his head and pretended to be shy.

The interior of the branch passage is wider than imagined, mainly because the centaur is taller than a human.The passage built by the branches is not too tight, and wisps of light fall into the passage through the gaps of the branches, leaving dots of light spots, so the visibility in the passage is not as dim as imagined.

After they walked for a while, the bare branches changed, and green gradually appeared on the branches, spreading from sparse to dense, and finally covered with small white wild flowers.At the end of the passage is a tall tree, which is full of huge pink flowers, and all kinds of things are tied to the branches close to the ground—like wind chimes, there are brooms, telescopes, books, cauldrons, and even There are pots and pans that humans use...

Victor sighed, "This astrologer is a person who understands the joys of life."

"Fern doesn't like those things," said the centaur chief.

Victor froze for a moment, "You mean your astrologers don't like these things, so they hang them on the tree?"

"Yes."

The husband and wife looked at the pots and pans hanging among the gorgeous flowers again, feeling a little panicked.

Fern the Scryer lives in a tree hole.

Heimdall stared at the tree hole, hesitating. No matter how he gestured, the tree hole seemed to be unable to hold a centaur...

In the sound of E'anil's respectful invitation, the simple wooden door on the tree hole was finally pushed open, and a goblin came out of it.

The couple were shocked.

Not a female centaur?

E'anil didn't seem to notice the trance of the two wizards, and introduced respectfully, "This is Fern, the astrologer of our tribe."

Fern has sparse white hair, two pointy ears, the tip of the left ear is missing, a wrinkled face, drooping eyelids, looking listless, and one eye is as white as a cataract.She was hunchbacked, with thick knuckles and sharp black nails.Fern was wearing a gray-white cloth robe, which was wrapped in tree vines of different thicknesses, and there were incomprehensible strange ornaments hanging on his waist. The colors and patterns of those ornaments were very strange.

Generally speaking, this master is a bit slovenly, quite different from the well-dressed goblin in Gringotts.

"They are human beings." Fern's voice was low, with a panting hiss at the end, and his cold attitude was exactly the same as the goblins in Gringotts.

"I want you to take a look at that child," said E'anil.

The husband and wife quickly lowered their posture and looked at it intently.

"You know the rules, I never do divination for humans," Fern said.

E'anil was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Your dream catcher was made by the child's father."

Fern, who was about to open the wooden door, stopped there. After a while, she turned her head and finally agreed to face the family of three.

"Get me some baby hair," said Fern.

The husband and wife looked at each other.

Fern seemed to see their hesitation, snorted coldly, and opened the door.

"I'm sorry, here it is."

Heimdall used magic to cut off a few strands of Mionir's hair, and carefully handed them over to Fern. Fern didn't take it by himself, and took off the small bag tied around his waist.

"Throw it in."

Heimdall saw that the bag was dirty and tattered, with a strange smell wafting out from time to time, so he hesitated again. Fern put the bag away a second later, and Heimdall grabbed him with a full face, and sent his hair into it. .

"Go away, I'll let you guys know when the results come out." Then he opened the door and went back to the tree hole in a cool manner.

The husband and wife walked out of the col and left the back mountain before recollecting it.

"She told us the result?" Heimdall asked in a low voice.

Victor was also a little speechless, "We didn't tell her what she wanted to know..."

"It can't be a magic stick?" The head of the room was a little worried.

The master felt unbelievable: "The astrologer of the centaur is actually a goblin!"

"...is it really a fairy?"

"At least of goblin blood."

Heimdall thought for a while and nodded.

four,

"I'll take the child back to the bedroom to rest," Heimdall said.

Victor handed him Mionnell, and said, "I'll go and see August."

"Alright, we'll wait for you in the bedroom."

"I'll send you."

The father and son waved to Victor at the door of the dormitory tower, and Victor did not turn and leave until they entered the dormitory tower.

Victor thought about it, and decided to go directly to the Quidditch pitch. As a result, he met August and Palme on the way. The two were talking, and they seemed to have a harmonious atmosphere, with smiles on their lips.

August spotted Victor first and waved at him.

"Palme just mentioned you." August and Victor shook hands.

"He still thinks of me?" Victor laughed.

Palme heard the implication, and felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't refute, fearing that the description would become darker.

August said, "You never used to talk like that, thanks to Strulusson."

He even confidently rescued Palme, Victor smiled calmly, "People will always change."

"Can't you learn something better?" August teased.

"How do you define good and bad?" Victor shrugged. "I think it's enough that I feel good."

August and Palme did not speak, which shows that they agree with this point of view.

The three walked to the court.

"How about the alternate varsity team?" Victor asked.

"Compared to those energetic girls, I'm just a dying old man." August said seriously.

"Don't talk about yourself like that, you are so old." Palme's reaction was quite big.

August returned his meaningful look, and Palme immediately smiled.The master who suddenly found himself lighting up the night sky couldn't make up his mind whether to continue walking as if nothing had happened, or turn his back and walk aside wisely. Maybe they didn't know what they wanted to do-Master Krum definitely judged others by himself .

"Do you know the results of Duncan's selection?" August asked.

"The result has already come out?" Victor was surprised. "I thought the results would be announced tonight."

"On my way back, I saw someone holding a newspaper reporting the results."

"If you're so secretive, didn't he get selected?"

The master suddenly thought that with Duncan's temper, if he was chosen, he would definitely come to show his presence immediately. Now it seems that this is indeed a possibility.

"This time the French Ministry of Magic has elected two Mr. Magic." Auguste felt baffled. "They were divided in this way. One was Duncan, who gave him the title of 'The Most Friendly Mr. Magic'; the other was Pascal Kretch, who was the 'Most Charismatic Mr. Magic'."

Victor murmured in his heart that the head of the office would be disappointed by this result.

Victor said, "Duncan must be pretty angry."

August agreed with his conjecture, "That kid really cares about face. He always claims to be the most handsome, but it turns out that he is not the most attractive."

"Probably different from their respective promotional slogans, Duncan pays more attention to wizard children, which is the most friendly and appropriate."

Palme said strangely: "Two Mister Magic? Who listens to whom?"

"The division of labor is different, each doing its own thing." Victor guessed.

"That's a matter for the French Ministry of Magic. They toss it out and clean it up themselves." Auguste said without emotion.

Fives,

Mionnier still hadn't had a good rest during his afternoon nap, perhaps he had changed his bed a bit—the small bed in Rommel's blue velvet hut was moved from the Knight's Building.Heimdall played with him in the room for a while, and Mionier seriously proposed to do his homework. Heimdall dug out his homework, and found a new set of quill pens, ink bottles and other things for him to use.Mionnier sat quietly at the desk for nearly 2 hours. Seeing that he was working so hard, Heimdall took out his textbook and read it.

Later, Leon came back, then Carlo and Ryan also came, and later, many students from the same grade came.

doing what?

Watch Mr. Sturluson Jr.

The arrival of Mionier aroused the curiosity of all the students. Students from three grades lived in the seventh grade dormitory.When the dormitory was surrounded by students who forcibly squeezed in with various or funny or perfunctory excuses, Leon decisively issued an order to expel the guests.No one tried to play against Leon, just as few students dared to skip Potions taught by Roy Laurent.

Heimdall took the child downstairs to the common room, and took this opportunity to introduce Mionir to everyone, so that they would not give up and mess around.

Mionier sat in front of the fireplace and assembled a toy train. Several first-grade children volunteered to help him assemble the rails. They fiddled with the toy parts with the instruction manual in their hands. Afterwards, Mionier taught them how to assemble it. The expression became very vivid, and the seniors watching couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, you're doing well, Mr. Sturluson." Carlo said to Heimdall after looking away.

Heimdall gave him a blank look.

Carlo quickly said, "I didn't say this, it's from Professor Laurent's conversation."

It's going to kill me, why did you forget the Potions class, the head of the room almost scratched through the wall.

"Are you going to take the astronomy class at night?" Rian asked.

"Go," said Heimdall.

"Why did you bring your child to school?" Carlo couldn't bear it anymore.

"I'll tell you tonight."

After dinner, the husband and wife handed over shifts. Heimdall took his astronomy textbook and went to the Observation Tower with his classmates. The weather was fine tonight, and the dark clouds above his head dispersed a little.

At another place at the same time, Fern, the astrologer of the centaur tribe, threw away the empty wine bottle, hiccupped, slowly climbed out of the tree hole, looked up at the sky, and then came to Behind the tree, there is a crude staircase leading to the canopy.

Fern deftly climbed the ladder to the tree, rested briefly, and took some time to climb to the canopy.There is a considerable distance from the ground here, and Fern stood on the self-made observatory without changing her face. She looked around and walked towards a small table.Fern turned the bag containing Mionir's hair upside down and shook it, and the hair fell into a silver pot. She closed the pot and lit the flame below, and the silver pot sprayed out white mist.Fern took a breath, and the mist was blown towards the binoculars beside the silver pot. The clover decoration on the binoculars spun rapidly as if being blown by a hurricane, bringing out a wonderful vibrato.

When the flames were extinguished and the fog disappeared, Fern picked up the dirty telescope, put it on the high shelf at the other end, and adjusted the angle to the sky.Fern sat cross-legged by the binoculars, looked at it casually, and then wrote two words in the dilapidated notebook. No one could understand the words written in the notebook except herself.

When Fern picked up the wine bottle placed on the ground, she stopped suddenly. She threw the bottle away—let the bottle roll to another place. She rushed to the telescope and quickly adjusted various knobs. Half a minute later, she stared blankly. He raised his head with a thoughtful expression on his face.

The wine bottle not far away made a rattling sound due to shaking. Fern looked back and said, "I'm in a bad mood today, so I won't invite you to drink."

The uninvited guest was a chirp, and it was the same one Heimdall called "the little robber."The little robber grabbed the wine bottle and tried to open it like Fern did, but after several attempts, there was no result.The little robber held the wine bottle and refused to let go, but Fern, who was not very good-tempered, didn't chase him this time.

Fern climbed straight down the tree, and the little robber followed, dragging the bottle.

Fern returned to the ground, lingered for a while at the door of the tree hole, and told the little robber, "Go find Eanil!"

The little robber actually went.

Half an hour later, Eanil followed the little robber to the tree helplessly, and Fern, who had been waiting impatiently, had already fallen asleep sitting at the door.A good dream was awakened by the little robber. Fern cast a mean look at the little robber. The little robber hid behind Eanil, still holding the wine bottle in his hand.

Fern was not in the mood to talk to the little robber, and said to the inexplicable Eanil: "What do you plan?"

Even the leader of Eanil, who claims to be superior in wisdom, could not understand the mystery of Fern's words. Eanil carefully asked, "You mean?"

"I mean the wizards in our tribe and the school in front."

E'anil was even more puzzled, "Is the current state not good? They have nothing to do with each other."

"If the lives of those wizards are threatened, what are your plans? Or do you want to help them? Or do you want to stand by?"

Eanil realized the seriousness of the problem, "What did you see?"

"In short, it's not a sign of joy." Fern said lightly.

"How serious is it?"

"It's hard to say at the moment, everything is possible."

Fern left the entangled Eanil, leaned back against the door again, took out another wine bottle from nowhere, uncorked it and poured it into his mouth.

"What should I do?" Eanil asked.

"It's up to you. I'm just passing on what I saw to you. I can't make a choice for you," Fern said.

"I'm asking, what should I do if I'm not going to stand by?"

Fern was a little surprised, "I thought you would stand by and watch."

"Two years ago it was possible. Sturlusson arranged a new place for us to live in. Durmstrang accepted us unconditionally. The centaurs don't like humans, but we are not hard-hearted."

"Have you figured it out?" Fern asked.

"Just tell us what we should do."

Fern stood up and waved to the little robber: "Where's my horse?"

Of course, Fern can’t ride a horse. She can’t even ride a pony. The “horse” Fern refers to is actually a goat-like animal, but it’s shorter and fatter than a goat, with thick gray hair all over its body. The face is shorter than that of ordinary goats, the nose protrudes funny, and the two horns on the head are thin and long, curving inwards. The surface of the horns shines with a sharp metal-like luster. This "goat" is an omnivore.

If Bernick and Luna were here, they would probably cheer immediately. They finally saw the legendary horned snoring beast in their lifetime.

Fern jumped on the back of the "horse" and said to E'anil, "I'll go talk to the leader of the chirping beast."

"What about me?"

"We'll talk about it when I come back." Fern patted the corner, and "Goat" kicked off and galloped away.

At another place at the same time, on the Durmstrang Observation Tower, the children who finished observing the astronomical phenomena packed up their equipment and left the Observation Tower in twos and threes.

As the president of the student union, Heimdall, who was used to being the last to leave, noticed that Professor Mansur was uncharacteristically sitting by the telescope in a daze.

"Professor?" Heimdall walked over and said softly.

Professor Mansur came back to his senses, "Oh, it's Stulusson."

"Aren't you going?"

"Go." Mansur raised his hand and waved his wand. The things on the podium were packed, and his telescope was locked into the box.

When they left the Observation Tower, Heimdall couldn't help asking, "What were you thinking just now?"

"Something boring."

Heimdall thought he didn't want to mention it, so he didn't ask.

"I've been researching Centaur astrology lately," Mansour said.

"Really? It must be a headache, is there any result?" Heimdall asked.

"I thought there was, but I just found out that maybe I was too wishful thinking."

"I don't understand." Heimdall said he didn't understand.

"I feel like I've found something, but can't decipher them at all through self-taught Centaur astrology, and in the field of wizard astrology, that usually means asking for trouble, in other words looking for trouble when nothing happens."

"So what's your conclusion?" Heimdall said.

Professor Mansour thought for a while, then shook his head, "Unfortunately, there is no conclusion."

six,

That night, the family of three slept in the "guest room" provided by Professor Katenen. There was a large double bed in the room. They lay on the bed and listened to Mionnier excitedly tell what he had seen and heard today.

"Does Mionir like Durmstrang?" Heimdall tucked the quilt up for the child.

"I like it!" Xiaowa said decisively.

"Rommel will be sad," Victor said.

"Perhaps Mionir's children will choose Heideggrak," said Heimdall.

Victor laughed, "I feel more for him."

Heimdall said helplessly, "Can't you coexist peacefully?"

"Honey, we're already at peace. He treated me like a complete stranger before establishing a relationship with you."

"The relationship between you is not very harmonious, so I will not force others." Heimdall looked understanding.

"By the way, Duncan has become Mr. Magic." Victor said, looking at the projection on the ceiling.

Heimdall was happy for Duncan, and then began to think of various excuses to rip off.

Victor said again, "Don't worry too much about that, he may be so upset that he can hardly breathe."

"What do you mean?"

"It's true that Duncan became Mr. Magic, he is one of Mr. Magic."

"...How many Mr. Magic have been elected by the French Ministry of Magic this time?"

"Two, and one is Pascal Crane."

"Damn!"

"Rig..."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that in front of the child, Mionier, you didn't hear what little daddy said just now."

Xiaowa covered her ears, "Mionir can't hear you."

Little Papa said, "Very good."

Victor couldn't laugh or cry.

"That Craig must have resorted to tricks to get elected. Why did he turn into two people after a good first term?" Director Sturluson firmly believed that abnormality was a monster.

"Maybe Craig's supporters see Duncan in the same way."

"Duncan is much handsomer than Craig!"

The master looked at him intently.

"Well, Craig is prettier than Duncan." The head of the room murmured.

The master found himself even more unhappy.

"Someday you can find some time to visit him." Heimdall suggested.

"Aren't you going with me?"

"I won't go. You two have a strong relationship. If I go, he will be ashamed to cry."

Victor laughed.

"Don't laugh, my intuition is quite effective occasionally."

Victor grinned and said, "I'll take your words to Duncan."

Early the next morning, Professor Katenen brought good news that Victor's application was approved, and Durmstrang will cancel his Outstanding Alumni Medal, allowing him to join the Student Union President as an outstanding graduate. Enter the chamber of the sages.

This news was originally unobtrusive. For most students in the German school, the sage room is too high-end, just like the gap between the school sports meeting and the Olympic Games.

The students didn't care, but the bored portraits were full of discussions. For these "dead people" who had a lot of time, a 195-minute "Titanic" could be made up with a little trouble.

The news that Victor Klum had returned after leaving school to apply for admission to the Sages Room spread like wildfire, and became the most fashionable topic of portraiture at the moment.

[Actually, I don't agree, it's against the rules. 】The speaker is Principal Beto Prodi who went to the second floor of the castle.

【you?Beto?Talk to us about the rules? ! ] The portraits laughed.

The one who complained about Beto was the forest ranger in snow boots and a fur hat.

【At least I didn't make such a request when I was alive! ] Beto yelled.

[That's because you have no guts, not because you don't want to. ] The forest guard sneered.

Beto was furious.

The guide with the lantern who had been silent all this time suddenly said, 【Is it okay for you to yell like this? 】【What is the problem?Are there spies in the school? ] Beto has never been used to the cautiousness of the guides.

The guide didn't speak, he withdrew from that circle and was going back to the seventh grade dormitory.

He saw a figure flashing past quickly, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment. Is there still someone passing by in such a remote corner?Just thinking about it, he heard Beto calling him from behind, 【Where are you going?Don't go, play two wizard chess with the hunter later? 】The guide was stunned by his loud howl, and the thing he was about to grasp slipped away from his eyes.