HP's Foreign Land

one,

When he first stepped into this room, Heimdall thought he had passed through again—that doorway threw the two of them into the greenhouse?If you look closely, you can see the difference. The greenhouse is full of trees, but it is very bright; the plants here are so vigorous that they can block out the sun, but they are less vibrant, and the lighting is insufficient, like dusk.

Just looking down and thinking, his arm was pulled by Victor, pulling him away from there.Heimdall looked back and saw a snake-shaped vine launching a lightning strike, and quickly retreated after failing.

The spikes on the vines glowed with a strange red light, making people shudder, and Heimdall swallowed his throat.

Victor looked around, except for various plants, he could hardly see anything else, even the walls were blurred.

"It's a big room," whispered Victor.

It is indeed larger than the first two rooms, otherwise it would not be possible to plant so many flowers and plants.That's right, planting, these flowers and plants are not planted in flower pots, but are actually rooted in the ground.

The head of the room was very calm. He had seen the ingenuity of the magic amplification spell and experienced its magic firsthand, so he was completely HOLD in putting a forest horse in a room—and it looked like a small greenhouse.

The master tugged him again, avoiding a ball of liquid drawn in a parabola. The liquid flew out obliquely and landed on a pool of clover grass. The tender grass was scorched in a blink of an eye.The liquid is poisonous.Heimdall looked up in amazement, and another ball of liquid flew towards him. This time, the shot obviously missed the direction, and disappeared through a gap in a clump of plants.Heimdall's eyes caught the culprit, a branch of poppies so tall that he had to look up.

"Is that poppies?" Heimdall couldn't believe his eyes.

Victor looked at it and said, "Maybe it's a bristly pomegranate."

While the two were talking, the huge poppies swayed slightly, and the spike-like long white hairs hidden in the middle of the flowers were faintly visible, and there seemed to be a mouth in the middle of the bristles...

"The bristly bristles can secrete venom. Those long hairs have a certain degree of flexibility and can be ejected far away when shaken. The venom and bristles are its hunting weapons." Victor took Heimdall's hand and quickly left there .

This room doesn't seem safe anywhere.

The head of the room is very curious, "If the prey is poisoned to death after leaving it for a certain distance, how can it drag the prey to itself? Is it possible that it can move freely in the soil?"

"Some plants are symbiotic. Just like animals in nature, they have weak abilities or single methods. They gather other animals to hunt together. Animals that hunt cooperatively usually have different needs and do not have differences in the distribution of prey. The same is true for plants, The viper vine that attacked you just now usually only grows near the bristly poniflower."

"That red plant is called Viper Vine?"

The master nodded, "The thorns of the Viper Vine look scary, but they are actually like a hypnotic potion. Lichunhua is not perfect, and its venom cannot kill 100% of the prey. The thorns of the Viper Vine prevent the prey from escaping." effect."

The head of the room was silent for a moment, "...they don't think we are too big, so we are not afraid of indigestion?"

Victor pretended to think for a while, "The leftovers can be saved for the next meal."

Plants also know how to live on a budget.

Heimdall felt something was wrong while walking, "We seem to be going in circles, where is the portrait of the sage?"

"Maybe that's the problem," Victor said.

Heimdall looked around and stopped beside a big tree.

"Cover me."

Victor raised his wand without saying a word, and a ball of flame erupted from the tip of the wand. The plants that were about to move around suddenly calmed down tremblingly, and the rustling branches and leaves above his head quickly changed their tactics and stood still.

Heimdall rested his wand on his neck, "Is the Three Sages here? Heimdall Strulusson and Victor Krum ask to see the Three Sages."

He said it twice in succession, and he firmly believed that his voice spread to every corner of the room, but there was no reply at all.

"If we just exit like this, will we continue the progress next time we come in, or start from the beginning?" Heimdall said in embarrassment.

"Determine the position of the portrait first." Victor was not ready to give up easily.

Heimdall didn't want to go back home just like that, he looked around critically, "Set it on fire?"

Violent trembling sounds surrounded him from all directions.

"Well, I admit it's not a good idea," Heimdall said.

The trembling sound quickly died away.

Heimdall rolled his eyes.

Victor smiled and took his hand again, "Come on, Mr. Sturluson, the sage is going to play hide-and-seek with us."

two,

The tree-shaped worm that jumped in front of it uttered a strange cry, and surrendered to Heimdall's freezing spell and turned into a strange statue.Victor's wand drew a circle of flames in the air, and the willows chasing behind them trembled and shrank back instantly. Two of them were lucky and hid quietly by the side, waiting for an opportunity to move, and were burned by the master into ashes.

Heimdall put down his left hand with a "hiss", and in a blink of an eye the master grabbed his wrist and lifted it up. He saw three scratch marks of different lengths on Heimdall's left hand, and scattered small blisters appeared around the wound.

The bodily fluids of tree worms contain toxins, which are not fatal, but painful.Heimdall already felt the burning pain in the wound, and it was still a little itchy.The tree worm appeared unexpectedly, but fortunately Heimdall blocked his head with his left hand, otherwise the whole head would suffer.

"It's okay." Heimdall retracted his hand pretending to be relaxed.

"I don't believe it." Victor said worriedly.

"Can't die."

Victor silently took out a bottle of potion from his pocket, held Heimdall's hand again, used the water conjured by magic to wash the wound, and then poured the gray-green transparent liquid potion on the wound. The pain was immediately suppressed, and Heimdall let out a long and comfortable sigh.

"I'll ask someone to bring back more, and I'll always remind you to keep it with you." Victor put the medicine bottle back into his pocket.

"This potion costs a lot, right?" Heimdall raised his left hand and smelled it, and there was a faint herbal fragrance.

"A bottle of 3 Galleons."

"So expensive?!" The room chief shook his head decisively. "The antidote potion is very easy to prepare. I will make some myself when I go back."

"It's free for our family." Victor said lightly.

"So good? Are you the spokesperson? Which potion manufacturing company?"

"I'm the boss, and the internal price is zero."

"Didn't you open a potion raw material store? When did you start manufacturing potions?"

"My mother's natal family's property, my grandfather plans to retire, so now it's all handed over to me. My mother is the only child."

"Anna is not good at management?"

"My mother was not interested in doing business since she was a child. Even if she put her mind to it, she couldn't understand the routines inside, so she just let it go and pushed it all to me. She said that anyway, the business of the Rumelia family was eventually managed by someone other than Rumelia. She doesn't care whether it's handed over to Krum or to Sturlusson, it's all her descendants."

In other words, Anna has already planned to hand over her natal family's property to her son, so that it can be passed on to her grandson in the future.

"Anna is too kind to Mionir." Heimdall sighed.

"My mother said that she didn't expect to have grandchildren. She imagined that we would adopt a child in the future, and she was ready to accept our adopted son. Mionir was the ancestor of Rumelia who brought her a surprise."

Heimdall's face was stern and selfless: "If Mionir doesn't show filial piety to Anna in the future, I'll break his leg!"

The master gave him a funny look, "Are you willing?"

"Of course I don't want to. I'm not talking about the situation. I believe that our son will never have such a day."

Victor made an expression of "I knew it", and then raised his arm suddenly, a string of flames spewed out, and a large hole was burned out of the intertwined and thick plants, and several sections of menacing wicker were burned at the same time.

Heimdall said refreshedly, "It should have been done earlier."

There was a vibration under my feet, muffled, like a drum beating.

"What's going on?" As soon as Heimdall finished speaking, he took Victor's hand and ran away.The two rushed forward for a considerable distance, and when they looked back, they saw the place where they were standing collapsed with a bang, and the tangled and twisted roots bulged out like giant worms. The next big pit.

"What is that?" Heimdall swallowed, if they didn't run away in time...

Victor wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and Heimdall hugged his waist back.

"I think that might be a counterattack from the owner of the room, or a warning." Victor analyzed.

"...because you set fire to his precious plant?"

【His analysis was correct, because he set fire to my precious plant. 】

The husband and wife were shocked.

The words came again, [I forgot to tell you the rules, in my sage room, fire is not allowed, if you haven't remembered, I will try to make you remember. ] Forgot to tell?He never spoke at all!

"Are you the Three Sages?" Heimdall raised his voice.

[You can call it that if you want. 】

"Where are you?"

【you guess. 】

"..." The room chief gritted his teeth.

Victor said immediately, "Is this your subject? Find your portrait?"

【you guess. 】

Heimdall was about to argue with reason, Victor grabbed the back of his head and made the two of them forehead to forehead.

"Baby, do you think it's a little dark here?"

"I see, obviously there is not enough light, so I can't see clearly from far away."

"Then let me ask you, did the textbooks say what kind of living environment most aggressive plants are suitable for?"

"Dim, pitch black, no light coming in, the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts is an example, and the same is true in the Durmstrang Mountains."

"What should we do?"

Heimdall smiled and kissed the master's lips, "Let this light up."

Fluorescent light spots were thrown into the air, and under the command of Heimdall's wand, the light spots in the air echoed the light spots on the tip of the wand, pointing to where they lit up.Victor also lit up the fluorescent flashes, and the visibility of the entire room had a qualitative leap.

As expected, the plants accustomed to the dim environment began to restless. They shook their bodies in pain and struggled to avoid the fluorescent light.They are rooted in the ground and unable to move. They can only passively tighten the buds, roll up the leaves, curl up the branches, and try to shrink their body size to avoid the light—the field of vision suddenly widens a lot.

Like Moses opening the Red Sea, the two of them shuttled among the flabbergasted plants that were now sluggish. It turned out that the room was in the shape of a gourd, and the walls were covered with green wallpaper.In the west corner they found a portrait of a man dozing with his arms folded and his head tilted.

The man looked very young, probably in his thirties, with a good appearance, and his short blond hair made him neat and energetic.Of course, these are all under the premise of closing the eyes. The eyes are the windows of the soul, and the beauty may be destroyed as soon as the eyes are opened.

Victor raised his wand, the light shone on the portrait, and the man in the painting sensitively raised his hand to block it.

[Don't shine, don't shine, I hate light. 】

Why are these three sages like vampires?

"We found you as promised, please fulfill your promise." Heimdall tried his best to be as pleasant as possible, and it was a bit difficult for him to be respectful.

【I can not understand what you say. 】The person in the portrait is a total negation.

Heimdall was angry, and he took a breath restrained, "We found your portrait, but you refuse to admit it?"

[I talked to you? 】The contemptuous eyes of the person in the painting made the head of the room almost go berserk.

Victor grabbed his shoulder and said to the person in the painting: "The other one is not with you?"

Heimdall and the person in the painting let out a cry of surprise almost at the same time.

"Another one?" Heimdall said in astonishment.

"Tuta and Tatu are twin brothers, ranking third and fourth in the ranking of sages." Victor asked the person in the painting, "Are you the sage Tuta or the sage Tatu? "

The person in the portrait is silent, looking at his expression, he seems to be thinking about something.

"Looking at the direction you wear the badge, you should be the Three Sages Tuta." Victor said calmly.

The Three Sages Tuta grasped the school badge of Durmstrang pinned outside the fur-collared cloak, and then let go of it, laughing. His brother, the Four Sages Tatu, came out from behind him and stood shoulder to shoulder with his elder brother. And stand.The four sages Tatu are exactly the same as their elder brothers in terms of dress, the difference is that Tuta's school badge is pinned on the left, and Tatu's school badge is pinned on the right.Left and right seem to be their personal habits, although the two try their best to keep the same in order to confuse others, it is inevitable to omit details. As an independent person, they will subconsciously hope to be different from others.

【How did you find out? ] Tuta asked in surprise, it seems that they used this trick to fool others before they were alive.

Heimdall thought of the Weasley twins, who also liked to tease others by impersonating each other.

"Your voices are slightly different," Victor said.

Heimdall's homework was not as good as the master's. He didn't know that the three sages and the four sages were brothers who were obsessed with magic plants and medicinal herbs.

The Three Wise Ones and the Four Wise Ones were not offended, they were glad that someone easily recognized their differences.

[If we don't promise to open the door for you, what are you going to do? ] Tuta said enthusiastically.

"Burn this place down." Heimdall said without hesitation.

The faces of the three sages and the four sages changed, and they seemed unhappy.

Heimdall pretended not to see it.

When the husband and wife left, the two sages reluctantly said to the master: "You are too pleasing to us, leave your partner and stay." 】The head of the room raised his hands expressionlessly and raised two middle fingers at them.

three,

Antonio Blanco came out of Professor Patrick Lacey's office angrily, just in time to bump into Kane who was rushing.

Blanco glared at him, Kane glared back unwillingly.

"You're blocking my way!" Kane said loudly, and the students in the corridor couldn't help but look sideways, talking about the two of them.

Blanco stepped out of the way with a stiff face, and Kane gave him a smug look, and got into the portrait after giving the password.

Blanco, who was left in place, turned his head, and the students who were watching the excitement dispersed in a crowd.

Blanco turned his back and made a face to himself. He thought about it, and when he turned around, he put on a resentful expression again, and waited at the door of the office with his arms crossed.

In the office, Professor Lacey talked to Kane kindly, and praised his help for bringing great convenience to his teaching work, and made Kane fully feel the feeling of being valued and inflated like a balloon. self value.

"I know you have ideals. I respect your pursuit. I see your innate and unique potential. I hope you can stick to your pursuit."

Professor Lacey's "heartfelt words" moved Kane to tears. After working hard for so long, he finally got approval.

"I told my friend about your situation, maybe you can learn more from my friend." Lacey encouraged him. "Don't you want to try your potential? Maybe there will be unexpected explosive power."

"I do!" Kane said excitedly.

Professor Lacey personally poured him a cup of tea and smiled.

Fifteen minutes later, the smug Kane came out of the office, and couldn't help curling his lips when he saw the unrelenting Blanco.

This Blanco really has no self-knowledge. Professor Lacey clearly values ​​himself, but he refuses to face the reality. Thinking of this, Kane suppressed his bitterness, and bestowed the arrogance of the winner on Blanco, the loser in his eyes. smile.

Blanco's teeth were a little sour, but the unwillingness on his face was still so real and vivid.

"What did the professor tell you?" Blanco asked.

"Why did I tell you?" Kane walked forward calmly.

Blanco couldn't make up his mind for a moment, so he decided to take a gamble and shouted, "This opportunity should have been mine!"

Kane stopped abruptly, and said with burning eyes: "Now it belongs to me! Stop daydreaming!"

Is there really a magical opportunity? !

At the moment when Blanco was stunned, Kane thought that he had been hit by his words, so he gloated and said, "Just give up, in the eyes of Professor Lacey, you are not as good as me."

Blanco stared at Kane with contemptuous eyes, and sympathy flashed in his heart.

four,

The five sages are called Iglesias. He does not pay attention to humanities and history, does not have any minor illnesses such as schizophrenia, and is not interested in the growth and development of plants. Mr. Stulusson concluded that the five sages are quite safe sages. By.

It's a pity that he was wrong, very wrong, the five sages are a master of potions - the topic of this level is naturally inseparable from the interests of the five sages themselves.

"This level is up to you. The God of Destiny is calling you. Go forward bravely, Mr. Krum." Heimdall showed a humble attitude of being willing to be a green leaf without complaint or regret.

Victor laughed, "You can try it, if it doesn't work, I'll do it again."

"Do you know, you occasionally talk to me in a coaxing tone to your son." The head of the room said aggrievedly.

"Suggesting that you don't avoid the problem is to coax your son?" The master raised his eyebrows. "If that's the case, our son is much more promising than you."

The head of the room didn't dare to refute. To be honest, the master sometimes made him feel that he was facing his father instead of his husband.

With the encouragement of my father, no, my husband, the head of the room bravely took a step towards portrait painting.

The five sages in the portrait closed the book with a "snap". Iglesias' appearance was not as good as that of Professor Laurent, and it was not pleasing to the eye. The feeling of being directly looked at by him made Heimdall think of Severus Severus. Professor Nepe, especially when he's stern.But Professor Snape's vitriol was never cast on him, so he didn't have the pathetic negative emotions that Hogwarts students had been conditioned to do.

【Have you discussed it? 】

"Yes."

[Who will answer the question? 】

"I, but Professor, I have a question."

【you say. 】

"After I finish answering, can I ask Victor to answer it again?"

【Is he your next move? 】The five sages immediately understood the chief's plan, and felt a little unhappy.

"Victor is my backing." Heimdall said honestly after emphasizing, "Actually, I don't want to take the initiative to answer the questions. Potions has always been my weakness, but Victor encouraged me to try. I can't avoid it forever. I don't want to face it." Right question. So look, can you give each of us a chance?"

Heimdall is full of reverence for potions, so he will unconsciously respect and fear potions professors. The potions professors he has come into contact with are all efficient talents whose brains are faster than spinning tops, so he gradually develops Get into the good habit of not lying to the Potions Master.

【very good. 】The five sages said calmly.

This, is this a promise?

The room of the five sages was a standard Potions professor's office layout. The shelves on the four walls were filled with various materials for potion making, and the shelves extended from the corner to the ceiling.

The props used to make potions are neatly stacked on the workbench in the center of the room, including crucibles, stirring rods, pot holders, etc.And they are all good things that are expensive even today. Heimdall carefully picked up the stirring stick with sapphire inlaid on the handle. The stick is carved with fine patterns, and the patterns are ancient, which seems to be some years old.He quickly put it back gently.

The question posed by the five sages soon appeared on the open parchment, and the 30 cm long parchment floated from the front of the portrait to the workbench.

[The first is the written test. 】The five sages said. [The parchment and quill pens on the workbench are at your disposal. You can answer the questions only after I tell you to start. Note that whispering is prohibited during the exam. If you are caught by me, you will be kicked out of the exam room. 】This kind of step-by-step exam rhythm made Director Sturlusson feel very cordial.

The couple looked at each other and gave each other encouraging smiles.