HP's Foreign Land

one,

"Actually, I don't think you need to do that." Karkaroff turned back.

"It should," Heimdall said. "It's a precedent and it's a very difficult decision for headteachers to make and we can't pretend we're indifferent."

Karkaroff muttered, he didn't think those headmasters were embarrassed, especially Beto...forgot about it in a blink of an eye, although he objected most fiercely at that time.Today's trip is completely superfluous, it is simply to promote hatred.

In fact, the couple didn't care about Beto's emotions, they just took the opportunity to bring the child into the principal's gallery.

After climbing a flight of stairs that seemed to ascend to heaven, the four of them entered the principal's gallery.

There was no sound in the gallery, which was in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle that day. Several portraits were empty, and most of them had gone out. The remaining portraits of the principal were usually taciturn, and most of the time they were dozing off—or pretending to be dozing off, awake in a daze I didn't make a fuss when I first saw them.

Mionier, who was looking around, received a lot of attention.

After receiving the news that the application was approved, the couple went straight to the principal's office and requested to enter the principal's gallery. The incident happened suddenly, so the former principals had not received the notice of the visit before then.

Beto Prodi's absence is a good thing, all three adults think so, except for Milkman, who is staring at the principals.

Karkaroff stopped in front of the entrance, not intending to get close to the seniors.The couple walked along the book aisle with the child in their arms, and the portraits on the walls on both sides couldn't help whispering.

They stopped between Yolf and Professor Vasilyevich, and the people in the painting on the left and right watched them calmly.

"This is Victor and I's child." Heimdall stroked the child's hair, his words were full of satisfaction and affection.

Victor whispered something in Mionir's ear, Mionir looked at Jolf, and then turned to Vasilyevich after a while.

For a long time, no one spoke. The other principals were deeply affected and couldn't help but hold their breath.

【What's his name? ] Vasilyevich said.

Victor replied, "Mionir."

When Mionir heard Dabapa calling him, he turned around and hugged Dapapa's neck, put his head on Dapapa's shoulder, and looked behind him.

【very nice. ] Vasilyevich said.

"Of course, this is Victor and I's child." Heimdall said exaggeratedly.

Yolf never said a word. The master and the head of the room understood his temper and didn't try to get him to say something.

"We just want to show you the baby and reassure you," Heimdall said.

As for what to worry about, Heimdall himself felt at a loss...

【Thank you, we saw it. ] Vasilyevich showed a faint smile.

The husband and wife looked at each other with a tacit understanding, and left there with the child.

After leaving the principal's gallery, Karkarov asked in surprise, "You have a good relationship with Principal Vasilyevich?"

Karkarov didn't know much about the "reincarnation incident" of the Sturluson family, and he was not as thorough as Professor Katenin, so he was very surprised by the actions of the two and Vasilyevich's response.The principal with mixed reviews from later generations is like an invisible person in the principal’s gallery. He never participates in discussions, never takes the initiative to chat with other principals, and ignores the dead, let alone the living. You can count the number of times the other party speaks on one hand.It is worth mentioning that the founder of the experimental laboratory across the aisle is even less visible than Vasilyevich.

"It's okay, I had the honor to talk to Professor Vasilyevich." Heimdall said vaguely.

Karkaroff was not really interested in the friendship of the dead, so he quickly dropped the topic.

two,

Heimdall finished the morning class in a regular manner, and met the master and the child on the second floor of the quiet cafeteria, along with three friends including Carlo.He revealed the matter about Brown to Carlo and the others last night, and since he decided to trust them, he had no reservations.

The situation at that time was like this: the three brothers who stayed in the atrium were stunned.

"Professor Patrick Lacey is not Professor Patrick Lacey. Professor Patrick Lacey is actually the wanted criminal Ludwig Brown?" Ryan spoke like a tongue twister.

Heimdall nodded.

Ryan's face paled.

Carlo looked around, pulled his friends to the corner, and said sympathetically: "Rian feels that the things taught by Professor Lacey are easy to understand. , Follow the wanted criminal all day long to ask for homework."

Rian shook his lips, "...I also want to apply to be an assistant in the Protection of Magical Creatures class."

"The assistant for the Protection of Magical Creatures class has been confirmed." Leon said suddenly.

"Who?" Carlo and Ryan asked at the same time.

Heimdall said, "Kane?"

"You know?" Leon asked.

Heimdall smiled, "Guess."

Leon said, "It's Kane."

Ryan and Carlo had different expressions, and Ryan looked blank; Carlo was surprised with disdain.

Carlo sneered, "He is really persistent."

"All the research labs gave him red lights. He was unwilling to be content with the status quo and tried to find an opportunity to stand out in adversity. The new professor who didn't know his details was an opportunity given to him by God. He chose Patrick, who seemed gentle and easy to get along with. Lacey." Leon said indifferently.

"This guy is definitely not good at multiple-choice questions." Carlo complained.

Heimdall and Leon laughed.

Only Rian was confused, "Who is Kane?"

"Chairman," Carlo said.

Ryan seemed a little impressed, but not deep enough.

"The former roommate who was fired by Rieger." Carlo said again.

Heimdall read all the way to the seventh grade, and only one student was expelled from the experimental laboratory. The answer is self-evident.

Lian suddenly realized, and then said solemnly: "As a senior, I should give up the performance opportunity to the lower grades."

"After dinner tomorrow afternoon, I will enter the Sages' Chamber with Victor. I hope to stay in there for a longer time. This kind of opportunity is rare," Heimdall said.

"You want us to take care of Mionir?" Carlo quickly pondered.

"Would you like to?"

"No problem," Carlo discussed with Leon and Ryan, "You can leave early."

Leon and Ryan both participated in the lab.

"It's almost the holidays, and there are no activities recently." Ryan said.

"I'm fine," Leon said.

"Thank you." Heimdall sincerely thanked him.

"You're too polite..." Carlo suddenly thought of something, "You seem to have detention in Potions class tomorrow night. Professor Laurent asked you to go to his office to correct your homework, don't you remember?"

Heimdall's expression was numb, "I'll probably forget about it tomorrow."

"Take a leave with the professor tomorrow morning." Carlo advised him.

"I think it's better for me to 'forget'." Heimdall hesitated.

"I think I can give you a zero on your final exam."

Three screams pierced the night sky, Leon didn't scream, but his whole body was stiff and frightened.

"Teacher, professor?" The four students turned back with trembling voices.

Appearing behind them was the elusive Roy Laurent, dimly illuminated by the dim wall lamps, and Professor Laurent, who couldn't see his expression clearly, made the four brothers have the urge to rub their feet with oil.

"Why skip class?" Laurent asked Heimdall straight to the point.

"Professor, do you have to ask me this question at this time and this place?" Heimdall said cautiously.

Professor Laurent said concisely, "Say!"

"Potions class is not as important to me as taking care of my son."

The three friends couldn't help laughing.

"You dare to say it." Laurent smiled.

Don't think that the crisis will be resolved when Professor Laurent smiles. If you think so, it means you are too naive.

Heimdall feels that he has had bad luck recently, why he is always caught by Laurent.

"What do you mean, the Chamber of Sages is more important than Potions?" Laurent said.

Heimdall said in surprise: "You compare your own class with the sage's room?"

The admiration on that face made Laurent's teeth ache for no reason.

"You don't like my Potions class that much?" Professor Laurent admitted that he was glassy.

This kid even got high marks in the boring History of Magic exam, and his Potions class was still flying at a thrilling low altitude. Thinking of Professor Laura Manco's complacency, Laurent wanted to beat him up.

"Actually, I like your class very much." Heimdall said with a low eyebrow.

Laurent snorted coldly, apparently not believing it.

"It's absolutely true, I didn't say that to please you." Heimdall said with a serious face. "Of all the classes in our school, I like your class the most."

"Do you believe it?" Laurent looked at Carlo and the others who had been pretending to be the scene board.

Why set fire to us?The three brothers expressed their innocence, and their Potions scores were definitely better than the head of the room.

Laurent didn't embarrass them anymore, and quickly turned his attention back, "You see, your friends don't believe it."

The three Carlos twitched their eyebrows, and continued to pretend to be the scene board.

"I like Potions class and it has nothing to do with Potions itself. The professor is Roy Laurent. That's the key." Heimdall said sincerely.

Laurent was stunned, and the expression on his face gradually became dumbfounded.

Carlo quietly gave Heimdall a thumbs up, brother, you are so tough that you even molested the professor.

"I didn't mean to offend you," Heimdall quickly remedied when he realized that he was being too blunt. "You understand that I'm the kind of... well, I'm sorry if I make you feel uncomfortable, I really just appreciate it, and you happen to be the type I admire." Hurry up.

Laurent raised an eyebrow calmly, "But it won't help your grades."

Heimdall dared not speak.

"Tomorrow's detention will be postponed until the day after tomorrow. I won't say when it will stop, but you must report to my office on time every day." Leaving this conclusion behind, Professor Laurent left gracefully.

Leaving behind the stunned head of the room, and the three friends who looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Good luck." Carlo patted him on the shoulder.

"You'll get over it, isn't it to your liking to appreciate it up close? I won't tell Krum!" Rian laughed.

The head of the room looked bitter.

three,

The husband and wife solemnly handed over the application for the use of the Sages' Room to Mrs. Vitrenko, the school librarian. Mrs. Vitrenko's attitude was as cautious as when she first contacted Heimdall's application for use.Mrs. Vitrenko waved her wand towards the headmaster's signature column under the use application, and the current password of the Sages' Room was pushed in front of the husband and wife.

Victor read the line carefully, and then said to the huge Durmstrang landscape painting: "Self-knowledge is the rarest knowledge."

Heimdall has a very bad feeling. The last time it was "void", but when he went to the dungeon alone, it turned out to be void. This time it was "self-knowledge".

The barrier leading to the Sage's Chamber was opened, and Mrs. Vitrenko watched them off calmly as before.

"Wish you guys good luck."

four,

The owner of the first sage room was Rurik the Redbeard, whom Heimdall remembered.

"Ah, you are finally here!" It was not Rurik who spoke, but the feet of the cauldron, to be precise, one of the feet of the cauldron.

"Hey, look, he's here again!" The foot yelled excitedly.

"Don't you have eyes? It's obviously them. Look, two wizards have come in this time!" Its companion sneered loudly.

"Two? There are actually two? Oh, it's so exciting, how long has it been since I've seen more than one living person?!"

It was Heimdall they had last seen.

The taciturn third pot foot hesitated, "How could it be two people? Those noisy boys changed their minds?"

"Noisy kid?" Victor and Heimdall exchanged glances.

Heimdall whispered, "Probably the Principal's Gallery."

"That can't be done!" The third pot foot became tough. "You have to go out one!"

"We approved the application," Heimdall said.

"Rules are rules!"

Does Guojiao know the "rules"?

The couple approached Rurik's portrait, and Heimdall said: "We are Heimdall Strulusson and Victor Krum who used the sage room this time. Victor gave up the Outstanding Alumni Medal That’s why I got the qualification to use it this time.”

Victor held Heimdall's hand and looked calmly at Rurik Bogolyubsky, one of the Six Sages in the portrait.

[I know,] Rurik's red beard trembled, and lines of laughter appeared in the corners of his eyes. [Without our consent, even if all the previous principals passed, it would not help. ] "Rurik, you traitor!!!" The pot foot roared.

[Don't be so dear, who shouted in agreement before I spoke? 】

"You must be drinking too much," the pot foot turned to the two companions. "He drank too much again."

Rurik rolled his eyes in the portrait.

"Can we start?" Heimdall asked cautiously.

There was an earth-shattering vibration from the bottomless void above, the experienced room chief looked at her husband steadily, Victor just looked back with a slight frown, the room chief thought he was indeed a master.

When they were surrounded by books, Heimdall found that the situation had changed. There were not so many books last time, and they were almost wrapped up in books.

"Wait, I have something to say!" Heimdall yelled.

There was a gap in the middle of the book wall, and the couple tried to take a step, but the gap closed again.

"Why not let go?" Heimdall called again.

"The exam has already started. Candidates are not allowed to leave the exam room without authorization." A potfoot laughed gloatingly.

Heimdall shouted unreasonable.

Victor said: "You have to understand their excitement after waiting so long to see living people."

"Hey, boy, what did you say?!" Guo Jiao's ears were pointed. "After the exam starts, you are the enemy, understand, what we have to do is to defeat you!"

Heimdall muttered, "We've become villains all of a sudden."

"Continue?" Victor asked.

"Just pick one," Heimdall said resignedly. "After smoking these books, they will probably let us go."

"I come?"

"I have waited so long and sacrificed your Distinguished Alumni Medal not to be polite to you at this time, so please go ahead."

Victor pulled out a book with a white cover.

Those books that were about to make them breathless really vibrated their covers, flew up into the sky like birds, and once again disappeared in the endless and mysterious darkness.

"Oh, it's a nice color. The last time I smoked it was a purple one. Maybe the lighter the color, the easier it will be." Heimdall said optimistically.

"Are you sure?" Victor said.

"Appropriate fantasies will give people the motivation to keep going." Heimdall made a face at the white book.

Vic laughed.

"Did I tell you, I hate wizards who are flirting in the examination room." A pot foot said unwillingly.

"I suspect that you have never seen a student flirting in the examination room," the other pot foot paused. "Before Rurik died."

The third pot foot has pretended not to exist since he failed to drive people away.

They threw the book into the cauldron, and from the cauldron came a puff of smoke, as white as the cover of the book.

"This level is the history of magic, so don't be polite to me." Heimdall said.

Victor smiled and said nothing.

The topic gradually emerged.

1 minutes later.

"...Why can't I even understand the title?" Heimdall hesitated. "What is the 'law of contact'? What does 'like breed' mean?"

The pot feet laughed loudly, "How dare you challenge the sages at your level?"

Heimdall turned a deaf ear to it. To be honest, he really didn't understand the topic at all.

"Has History of Magic taught these things?" he murmured.

The ear-piercing shouts of the pot feet echoed.

[Let them choose again. ] Rurik, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"Why?!" The pot feet quit!

[The title is too biased, it has already exceeded the scope of the orthodox history of magic. 】

In other words, warn the pot feet not to deceive others too much.

It was only then that the husband and wife came to their senses, were these cheaters the real controllers of the exam questions?

"Rurik, don't break your own rules. These topics all come from the knowledge you have mastered during your lifetime. We didn't fool them with other subjects. In fact, we couldn't do it either."

"Hey, boy," one pot foot said with a smirk. "For the sake of your perseverance in re-entering the Sages' Room, I would like to remind you that this question is somewhat related to the origin of witchcraft, but not completely related."

Saying it is the same as not saying it. The director thinks it is rubbish talk that interferes with their thinking.

"It is indeed related to witchcraft, but it is not the origin of witchcraft traced by wizards, it is precisely from Muggles." Victor said.

The noise of Guojiao came to an abrupt end as if it had been strangled.

"Can you answer?" Heimdall had his own considerations. Since Rurik stopped it aloud, it means that it is unreasonable for this question to appear here, so he is sure to let the potters swallow the question back and let Rurik answer it. Ke agreed to change the subject.

If Victor can answer, that's another matter.

"I'll try." Victor gave him a comforting smile, and then walked to Rurik's portrait.

"How much do you need to answer?" Victor asked.

【I don't make things difficult for you,】 Rurik sighed. [Just touch the side and it's over. 】Heimdall secretly observed her husband's expression, and suddenly said: "If Victor answers more questions, will there be any rewards? After all, you also admit that this question is too biased, and you are actually making things difficult for others."

"Hey!" The pot feet quit.

"I'll blow you up again." Chief Sturlusson turned his head, raised his wand mercilessly, and gestured twice towards the pot.

The pot feet are cowardly.

Heimdall turned his head expectantly, staring at Rurik.

"Are there any rewards?"

[What reward do you want? 】

"For example, skip the next scene directly and enter the third room of sages."

Rurik laughed, and Victor couldn't help but laugh, but the head of the room thought his idea was wonderful.

"Don't patronize and laugh, is it really not possible?" the head of the room asked.

[I'm sorry, no. 】

The pot feet shouted and screamed with pride like victory.

Heimdall pursed his lips patiently.

"In that case, husband, let them experience it!"

Victor said: "Analyzed by the Muggles, the origin of witchcraft mainly depends on two points: one, the birth of the same kind; two, the law of contact."

Heimdall didn't need to speak, his eyes were particularly vivid: Did you hear me, did you hear me, why don't you hurry up and open the door to make way!Even though he didn't know what the master was talking about...

Rurik suppressed a smile, pretending not to see it, 【Can you explain? 】

"Wait! You said that as long as you have a touch!" Heimdall said.

[Did I say that? 】

"What did you say? We didn't hear anything!" The pot feet were full of energy again.

Heimdall gritted his teeth in anger, "I want to complain, how can we take the exam if you are like this?"

"Don't worry, baby." The master hugged the hairy room chief, and babbled at his mouth.

The head of the room immediately quieted down, and asked worriedly, "Are you sure?"

The master still said: "I will try."

Rurik stroked his beard, and there was an ambiguous cry from the foot of the pot.

Victor thought for a while and said: "Benefit of the same kind is to achieve what you want to do through magic; the law of contact means to affect a person through an object, provided that the object must be touched by that person, and no matter whether the object is part of that person's body."

Heimdall was taken aback when he heard that, "Is this the origin of witchcraft that Muggles believe?"

Victor nodded, "They believe that witchcraft is established through these two principles."

Rurik clapped his hands, 【Very good. 】

Heimdall was as happy as he was being praised, and kept saying, "It's a fluke," he said quickly and seemingly indifferently, "Actually, this kind of topic is just that, and it's not worth it to Victor. Mention."

The pot feet were shocked, it turned out that there were more shameless existences than them.

Ever since, the husband and wife passed the first level without any risk.