HP's Foreign Land

one,

The lantern guide raised the glass oil lamp in his hand, and the yellow light cluster flickered in the painting.

[How did you do it? 】The guide hesitated.

"I don't want to explain the details." The astrologer Fern said lightly.

[You stole my portrait from the student dormitory tower here, and you still don't let me know the reason? ] A gust of wind blew by, and the snow hanging from the treetops fell on the frame of the portrait.

"Since the matter has already happened, why bother to ask about the past." Fern, who was standing on the back of the horned snoring beast, was a little impatient. "Stop talking nonsense, I have something important to convey."

The guide hung the lamp in his hand back on his cane.

"Who is Durmstrang's boss? Get someone who can make decisions!"

【What's the meaning? 】

"The explanation is not clear now, I saw something, it doesn't seem to be a good omen."

[...You imply that Durmstrang may face unforeseen dangers, and hope we are prepared? 】 "Whether what I foresee is dangerous is still uncertain."

The guide was silent.

Fern slowly took out the wine bottle and poured it into her mouth. In such a cold climate, she developed the habit of taking a few sips of spirits from time to time to keep out the cold.The Chacha Beast was so greedy that it jumped up and down at the feet of the Curved Horned Snoring Beast, but Fern turned a blind eye to it.

"Okay or not, come on, I don't have time to waste my time here." Fern despised the guide's indecision.

[I understand,] The guide chose to believe her once. [How do we contact? ] "Are you kidding me?" Fern complained. "Leave your portrait with me, are you afraid you won't find me?"

Before the guide left, he asked repeatedly, 【My portrait is very precious, please keep it carefully. 】Fern snorted coldly, "Mother-in-law's man."

The sudden meeting was very short in duration and ended as abruptly as it occurred.An hour later, there was a deliberate coughing sound in the principal's office.

Igor Karkaroff was lying on the desk, thinking hard about his travel plan for the next quarter——The magic school Quidditch team tour in southern Europe is coming to an end. He should choose an appropriate time to appear, after all, he It's been a long time since he paid attention to the youth Quidditch match - a cough suddenly sounded, and Karkaroff, who was in deep thought, came back to his senses.He immediately realized where the sound was coming from, and quickly pushed away the chair and stood up.With a wave of Karkaroff's hand, the curtain of the school badge hanging in front of the wall was lifted, revealing a bust portrait.

The person in the painting is Karkaroff's former Headmaster Ferdinand.

Karkaroff, who was standing upright respectfully, said in surprise, "Professor?!"

This month is not Pei Dinan's rotation.

【Sorry to bother you, Igor. 】Pei Dinan smiled gently.

"Please don't say that," and Karkaroff asked cautiously, "What do you want?"

[I just met the astrologer of the centaur tribe, and the astrologer said something about Durmstrang. ] "Are you sure this topic is suitable for me? I'm Karkaroff, Professor."

[Who else can I talk to if I don't tell you? 】

"...I thought you trusted Professor Katenen more."

[I do trust him more. I don’t deny it. This has nothing to do with Durmstrang. I know him well, so I choose to trust him. The reason why I hired him as the honorary principal of the school was also based on this consideration. 】Pei Dinan changed the topic. [But Igor, you are the principal of Durmstrang, doesn't that explain the problem? ] "I thought..." Karkaroff muttered awkwardly.

[You think the principals don't take you seriously, you think the principals don't agree with you. ] Karkaroff shut his mouth.

[Maybe you guessed right, I can't guarantee that all the principals agree with me, but those have nothing to do with me, the appointment of the next principal will be nominated by the incumbent principal, if they don't agree, it can only be blamed that they died earlier than me, I Choosing you as my successor is what I care about.I'm not a chef, so I don't need to take everyone's feelings into consideration... maybe they'll whisper in my ears for a month, but I don't care, I'm dead anyway. 】Karkaroff has mixed feelings in his heart. This is the first time since Ferdinand's death that he candidly talk about the hasty appointment and dismissal of the headmaster.Karkaroff always believed that Ferdinand had no choice but to mention his name. Karkaroff even thought that perhaps his persistent flattery played a certain role. Otherwise, no matter how he thought about it, the position of headmaster would not won't fall on his head.There was a time when he was extremely depressed, thinking that he would spend his life with titles such as "Traitor", "Death Eater", and "Reserved Prisoner of Azkaban", but the fact is that he became a respected Dem Principal of Strong Junior College.

Merlin's Miracle!

[Igor, please say something, everything is fine, don't keep silent, the world of the dead is boring enough, how long are you going to be shy?Durmstrang is not a good headmaster, so don't be too thankful to me, I'll be ashamed. ] Karkaroff: "..."

[Don't look at me stupidly! 】

Karkaroff shrank his neck from being yelled at, and said quickly, "What do you need me to do?"

[I plan to take you to a place and tell you a little secret you never knew. 】Pei Dinan thought he was very humorous.

Karkaroff didn't think so, "Are you sure it's me? Professor Katenin is at school..."

[From now on, you are not allowed to speak. If you let me hear similar nonsense again, you will pack up your things and get out of Durmstrang tomorrow! ] Karkaroff burst into tears.

two,

[...This is wrong, there must be a problem, Rurik agreed to ask a question, why do you still come in, you must have used some kind of shady means, dare to stand in front of me shamelessly and ask me to ask a question?I will not agree, I will never agree, this is wrong, and cannot be tolerated...]

"Did I warn you that this mirror is very noisy?" Heimdall stared straight ahead without changing his expression.

"I told you, I thought it was as noisy as ordinary magic mirrors, but I didn't expect..." Victor closed his mouth meaningfully.

"I didn't expect that it was not only in good spirits, but also had a particularly loud voice." It's just that the brain is not working well.

"It's also more emotional."

Heimdall suddenly became excited, "Do you think the mirror will crack when its emotions reach a critical point?"

"split?"

"Isn't there a saying called 'air bombing', will it explode?" The head of the room blinked expectantly.

Victor couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, the husband and wife have come to the second room of the sages. As the owner of the room, the second sage, Andreus Degoudierne, is still well-dressed and still taciturn.The magic mirror that is said to be the split personality of the two sages is still so energetic.This time, however, instead of talking to himself or singing like no one else, he greeted them with a shriek, showing great shock at their passing the first level.

"Stop being wordy, ask questions." Heimdall interrupted the chatter of the mirror.

The timidity and trepidation of being alone last time is vivid in my memory, this time with the master joining in, I have a lot of confidence, how could he dare to be so straightforward last time.

[Impolite boy! ] The mirror thought he was offended and growled angrily.

"The reason why we are here is very simple, because we successfully passed the first hurdle. You can question us, but you cannot question Rurik Bogolyubski." Heimdall said.

Speaking of politeness, I don't know who screamed when they met... After all, the director didn't dare to complain openly, because he was afraid that the examiner would become angry and deliberately make things difficult.

[Question. 】The other personality spoke loudly, and the mirror shut his mouth in embarrassment.

It seems that the main character is the one in the portrait, and Heimdall expressed his relief.

[Tell me about Rurik's question. ] The mirror asked to disclose the test questions of the previous level just like last time.

"Are you going to decide the difficulty by the previous level?" Heimdall thinks this is very unfair. "I asked myself to draw questions."

The mirror said contemptuously, "Don't talk about underestimating our IQ. This is the sage's room, not the examination room for the junior wizard qualification exam. Even if I have a problem, I should. If I can't answer it, I can only blame you for your lack of skill." ]

Heimdall was left speechless.

The mirror laughed triumphantly, and Heimdall gritted his molars to remind himself to be patient.

"Please come up with a question." Victor shook Heimdall's hand.

The mirror snorted contemptuously, and the topic emerged on the mirror.

Unsurprisingly, numbers divination.

Heimdall squeezed Victor's hand, and Victor swallowed the words immediately.

"You haven't taken number divination, let me try it." Heimdall said in a low mood.

The master nodded calmly, haven't you repaired it?How is it possible!

Heimdall looked at the question several times with a tangled expression, "Why is this kind of question again, I don't think your level is very good."

[Don't try to fool me. ] The mirror sneered, indicating that it would not accept this.

Heimdall hesitated, "That's the question?"

[That's right, that's it. ]

"Not changed?"

[Stop rambling, I'm the examiner. ]

"I'll answer the question."

[please. ]

Heimdall took out a map from the long tube next to the desk in front of the mirror and spread it out. He lowered his head to carefully read the text on the map, not missing every tiny place name.He pulled out his wand, and a silver paper clip unfolded under the influence of the spell, and was nailed to a certain point on the map, which became the starting point mentioned in the title.

With Heimdall's magic wand waving, black characters floated in the air and lined up in a row under his command. At first glance, it seemed as if they were solving a math problem, but the numbers intermingled were not mathematical symbols, but symbols. Puzzling characters.

The number of paper clips on the map gradually increased, densely covering an area, and a few scattered in other places.

Victor knew that most of those scattered here and there had already been abandoned, that is, miscalculated directions.

Heimdall stopped, looked back at the large panel of numbers and symbols, and fell into deep thought.

The mirror thought he was trying to be brave, and a series of sharp and piercing screams exploded in his ears, and finally he was stared at by the master's cold eyes and remained silent in fear.

The area covering the paper clips began to shrink, and one paper clip after another was pulled up by the spell and fell back into the box next to the map.A line made of paper clips appeared in front of him. They were arranged in an L shape on the map. After another 20 minutes, one end of the L shape turned into a strange arc, and the end of the arc shone with white light.

Heimdall took a paper clip and stuck it into the flash.

That's it.

"The difference between the starting point and the end point is 220 kilometers." Heimdall's expression at this time was quite different from that before answering the question, and there was a sense of complete relaxation in his smile.

How can the mirror not understand, [You did it on purpose! ]

The last time Heimdall stumbled with the two sages, and when he returned, he held the textbook of digital divination and studied hard. He asked the professor repeatedly like Mrs. Ah Qing all day long. Almost deaf from his question.

"I thought you were as cautious as the great sage, but I didn't expect you to ask the same questions as last time." Heimdalming knew that he shouldn't show his cards before the dust settled, but he still couldn't help provoking the abominable man. split personality.

The mirror yelled in annoyance, and then said loudly, [Don't be complacent!There is a second question! ]

"What?!" Heimdall looked up, and sure enough, the split mirror was as abominable as those pot feet.

Victor managed to restrain the furious chief. Of course, he was not afraid that the chief would blow the mirror into pieces, but he was afraid that my dear would accidentally cut his hand.

"Is there no third question?" Victor said indifferently.

Probably intimidated by the master's aura, the mirror quickly said, [No more. ]

Heimdall despises in his heart, thanks to the fact that you are still the second sage, you are so stupid!

"We are definitely the villains. These guys wish we could return home without a feather." Heimdall muttered more and more angry, yay bah, isn't this the sage's room?Why did they, as junior students, feel no love from the legendary sages? !

"Did we go to the wrong place?" The room chief wondered.

The master hugged the head of the room tenderly, and patted the head's hair, "It will get better, dear, I feel that today is our lucky day."

"On what basis?"

"The best evidence is that we broke through the first sage room."

"I also broke through last time."

"But the last time you chose to give up in this room, today you have answered a question."

Heimdall nodded, "You're right." A bright smile appeared on his face, then he grabbed the master by the collar, pulled him towards him, and kissed the master's lips forcefully.

The mirror screamed again and again, as if seeing something unclean.

"I'm really ignorant." Heimdall finally had the opportunity to go back with contempt.

"You can't hope for a mirror." Victor smiled.

The room chief sighed, "What would I do without you..."

Victor smiled and said nothing, stretched out his fingers and rubbed his lips intently.This moment is so beautiful.

[I don’t know what would happen without him, you can’t get through this room without me! ] The mirror couldn't bear it and jumped out to brush up the sense of existence.

Heimdall gave Victor an unbearable grimace, then turned to face the mirror.

"There won't be a third question, a fourth question, right?"

[Unlock the second question, I will open the door for you immediately. ]

"Let's believe you, although you seem to have no reputation, but at least you are a sage..." Heimdall mumbled and lowered his head. He didn't lower his voice, and the mirror shouted angrily again.

A painting appeared in the center of the map, like an old movie, the whole picture was shaking constantly.

"It looks very dark, where is it? What should I do? Look at the picture and talk?"

[Shut up and look down. ]

Heimdall shut up.

The picture continues to move forward, passing through a long dark passage, and finally freezes in front of a stone door.The whole picture suddenly shone brightly and was clearly illuminated. A hand holding a magic wand appeared in the picture. The wand was waved, and characters of different sizes and shapes appeared one after another on the stone gate.The characters are spread all over the stone gate, which looks very strange.

Victor and Heimdall looked at each other, and the latter let out a breath.

"This is an increase in difficulty on the basis of the original." Heimdall's tone could not tell good or bad.

[Unlock it and open the door. ] The mirror said triumphantly.

Ancient runes and number divination... Heimdall curled his lips, forcibly restraining his restless little heart, for fear of being seen by the mirror and causing further complications.

Heimdall raised his wand, "Maybe I didn't tell you, I have a friend who works in Gringotts, Egypt."

[Working for a goblin?Willing to fall! ] The mirror muttered in disgust.

"Why can't you work for the goblin? The goblin didn't steal or rob, and all the currency used by the wizard is made by the goblin." Heimdall waved his wand and copied the characters on the screen one by one.

[You still ask why?That's a leprechaun!A wizard degrading himself to work for creatures hostile to wizards, exchanging labor for Galleons from goblins? !Unreasonable! ]

"Mr. De Gudiene, you are discriminating against non-human beings. I thought that as a sage, you have an extraordinary mind. It seems that I am thinking too much."

[Because we are paupers, in the magical world, paupers hate goblins who are penny-pinching the most. 】The mirror immediately cursed - this scene is very magical, it is rare to see it in a thousand years, De Gudier cursed himself inwardly.

Heimdall thought for a while and expressed his understanding. It seems that ordinary people don't think very highly of the bank. It can be said that they love and hate it.

"Don't you want to know why I mentioned that friend to you?"

Heimdall's words successfully stopped the mirror's rampage.

[What do you want to say? ] asked the mirror.

"My friend is Weasley. He used to work as a spellbreaker in Gringotts, Egypt. He heard that he has excellent professional ability and he is doing well in Gringotts. I often wrote to him in the last school year to ask him for advice. aspects of the spell.”

Bill is handsome, good-tempered, patient and full of patience, and he can show his talents no matter where he is.

[ever?Are you saying he has resigned?here you go! ]

Heimdall didn't intend to remind it that the focus was off, and exchanged a funny look with Victor.

[...Wait, did you break the spell? ]

"Did I say that?"

[I can hear you clearly! ]

"Then let me say it." As soon as the words fell, a white light lit up on the map again.

Heimdall smiled happily, "To be honest, the question you asked is much simpler than the mysterious spell my friend solved in the ancient Egyptian tomb."

The annoyed cry of the mirror sounded in the room, [Bad boy, let me be negligent on purpose! ]

Passed the second level.

three,

Carlo looked around like a thief, grabbed a junior and ordered him to run errands for him as the vice president of the student union, until the junior brought back the desired result—Professor Patrick Lacey was not in the cafeteria.

Carlo took the child's hand and walked quickly into the cafeteria. Because of the speed of his actions, the students who were about to say hello to him saw a figure flash past before they had time to say hello, and the students who stayed there couldn't help but look at each other.Carlo Jones was known to be a guy who liked to strike up small talk.

Carlo took the child and sat in the corner of the first floor. He sat here because he could see the gate clearly. The second floor was too deserted, and it was easy to expose the target.

"What does Xiaomi want to eat?" Carlo fumbled to straighten the child's cloak.

After Carlo's hand left his cloak, Mionier straightened the skirt.

"Cream vegetable soup." Mionier ordered the vegetable soup he never tires of.

"Do you like to eat vegetables?" Carlo was very surprised, but the head of the room was picky about bean sprouts for a long time.

"Mionir likes soup."

"What a good boy." Carlo had to admit that he had to follow the master on this point.

One big and one small quickly got enough food and clothing. Mr. Jones admired Mionier's "everything is hard work" eating attitude. He ate a small bowl of vegetable soup without any drop left. A fried potato patty.

"Are you full?" Carlo put down the napkin.

Mionier, who was holding the bottle, nodded in satisfaction, squinted his eyes and burped, Carlo was amused and laughed.

"When is Dad coming back?" Mionier expressed concern.

"Don't Mionnier like uncle?" Carlo pretended to be sad.

Mionier blinked his eyes, seemingly thinking about this question seriously.

Carlo couldn't laugh or cry.

"His Royal Highness, shall we go back?" Carlo got up and stretched out his hand exaggeratedly.

The bottle prince jumped off the chair with a serious face, almost getting a buttock.

Carlo smiled and picked up the child, "Are you all right?"

Mionier shook his head.

"Carlo."

Carlo rolled his eyes when he heard the voice, and turned his head to see Kane looking at him, no, it should be said that, Kane looked at Mionier, and he was speaking to himself.

"Where's the kid?" Kane asked.

Carlo didn't believe that he didn't know, and Kane's knowingly asking made Carlo vigilant, and said directly, "My son."

"Really? It doesn't look like you." Kane sneered.

"He looks like his mother. As for what his mother looks like, I don't need you to care."

Carlo walked past Kane, and when he looked up, he saw the person he least wanted to see—Ludwig Brown. Of course, he was called Professor Lacey in school.

Carlo hugged Mionier tightly, and said calmly, "Good afternoon, Professor Lacey."

"Hello, Jones."

Lacey showed a gentle smile. In the past, Carlo felt that he was kind, taught meticulously, and liked to deal with him-I believe he is not the only one in the school who thinks so, but seeing the same smile now makes his hair stand on end with trepidation.

"Is this little fellow a Sturluson's child?" said Brown.

"Yes," Carlo seemed to have no intention of saying. "This kid has been playing all day, and he dozed off at the dinner table just now. I want to take him back to rest quickly. If Rieg finds out that I haven't taken good care of him, he will kill me."

There are several layers of meaning in this sentence that Brown will not understand.

But Brown turned a deaf ear, looked straight at Mionier and said, "What's your name?"

Mionier's eyes intersected with Brown's, and quickly turned away. During this fleeting moment of staring at each other, Mionier suddenly grabbed Carlo's clothes tightly.

Brown didn't realize it, and smiled, "What's your name?"

Mionir lowered his head and whispered, "Mionir."

Brown went one step further.

Carlo refrained from retreating at this time, otherwise it would be easy for the other party to see something.

Brown tried to get closer to Mionier, and stretched out his hand, and Mionier's small hand, which grabbed Carlo's clothes, clenched tightly, and a gleam of light that others could not detect flashed across his big eyes.

After a series of abnormal noises, two soup plates containing thick soup slid down Professor Patrick Lacey's face and skirt. The professor's face was in a mess, and the viscous red and white soup made the whole picture colorful.All the students who witnessed all this were dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

Kane gaped.

The students around quickly came to their senses, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. The two students who were sitting at the side eating didn't understand why they ate their plates and ran into the professor's face——explaining at a loss that this matter had nothing to do with them.

Carlo took the opportunity to oil the soles of the child's feet and ran away.