HP's Foreign Land

one,

The parchment paper is the best parchment paper, and when facing the light, you can see the golden threads mixed in the pulp; the bracket of the ink bottle is made of tortoiseshell, and an oval ruby ​​is embedded in it... The room chief stared at the ruby I took a few glances.

The barrel of the quill pen is gold, and the head of the room caressed the barrel, which was heavy, wondering whether it should be gold-plated or gilded.

Victor, who had already read the test questions, looked up and saw Heimdall caressing the parchment absently, talking to himself carefully and with special concentration, knowing that he was tacky again, he knocked on the table calmly, straightened the crooked Fallen building.

Heimdall came back to his senses, cleared his throat nonchalantly under the master's gaze, and looked down at the question.

He almost burst into tears, this is the professor's admission test question, right? !

It is said that there is a set of jingles in the courses of the magic school. It is not the kind of eating grapes without spitting out the grape skins. It is about giving each class a description, such as the history of magic is magnificent; Charms is extensive and profound; Transfiguration is the cradle of wise people. ;Protecting magical animals requires love and patience, etc., while potion science is a long-term accumulation and thin-shouldered development.

The director's class has never been very good, but the director firmly refuses to admit that he has no connotation.

After thinking about it, the room chief's eyes turned to the shining ruby ​​again, and he was suddenly alerted in the next second, and he decided not to open his eyes.

Heimdall took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and repeatedly told himself to be more aggressive, not to avoid the problem, but to face it, and then read the question again.It seems that the IQ is a little bit bigger than before, and there are a few questions that seem to be able to figure out why, no matter whether it is right or wrong, at least the paper cannot be left blank.

He picked up the pen and wrote down the answers in his mind on the parchment according to the degree of certainty.

Looking at the whole set of "examination papers", there are not many questions, but after completing this set of few questions, Heimdall would rather go back and take the college entrance examination where thousands of troops compete to cross the single-plank bridge. Whether they do well in the exam is often a bit of superstition in it , but you can artificially balance the scores, try to do better in the subjects you are sure about, and drive the subjects that are not good, and raise the total score...

To be honest, that's what he did in Durmstrang's final exam. The total score may look good, but it's actually superficial, regardless of his Potions.Taking Potions alone here, I can't even save face now.

The head of the room is very worried, and the head of the room is very sad.

He squinted at the master, don't worry, it's not cheating.Seeing my husband calmly answering the Potions test questions that were even more perverted than those of the advanced wizard level test, the room chief's eyes turned red with jealousy.

Or his gaze was too direct and fiery, and the "invigilator" coughed a few times to warn him.

Heimdall looked back silently, clutching the quill, and plunged into the exam questions again, pulling his hair and thinking hard.

An hour later, Victor put down the quill and looked at Heimdall, who was sitting face to face with him, with a sad expression on his face.Victor suddenly found this feeling very novel, because of the age difference, he rarely had the opportunity to be in the same examination room as Heimdall, and naturally he couldn't see the colorful facial expressions of the room chief when he was conducting the Potions test.For the first time, the master knew that a person can be so efficient, interesting and lively within 1 minute.Even though it had been years since they met and bonded, Victor still felt that he never got tired of watching him a thousand times.

The master here is emotionally admiring the "variety of poses" of his sweetheart, but the head of the room is entangled in a thousand twists and turns.

Another half hour passed, and Heimdall put down the quill resignedly.

"Ready?" Victor asked.

Heimdall nodded listlessly.

"Professor, we are done answering." Victor raised his voice.

A blue quill pen floats on the podium-like table under the portrait. The hair on the pen holder is sparse and looks very old. It may be something used by Iglesias during his lifetime.This suspected antique quill flew over the master's test paper at an extremely fast speed. Every time it shook, the hair on the pen barrel fell in clusters.Heimdall squeezed his fist, suppressing the urge to reach out to catch it.

Fortunately, the number of students who came to visit was limited, otherwise this pen would become a brilliant commander sooner or later.

Victor waited aside without changing his expression. Heimdall was not as calm as his husband, especially in such a terrible class as Potions. He quietly turned his head to observe the portrait of Iglesias, and there seemed to be nothing wrong. But he couldn't tell the difference between good and bad, and Heimdall was a little nervous.

"Don't think too much, we've done our best." Victor grabbed Heimdall's shoulders, preventing him from looking around.

Heimdall turned his eyes back to the busy quill, and the quill suddenly made a sharp turn and flew towards his test paper. At that moment, his heart almost jumped into his throat.

Seeing that his face changed, Victor said amusedly, "Are you recalling the feeling of the first exam?"

"I'm not as nervous as I was in the first exam. The first subject I took in the first grade was Charms, which is one of my strengths." It was specially used to increase the total score.

Victor felt that his serious appearance was very interesting, so he couldn't help but kiss him on the mouth, but it was not enough to satisfy his taste, so he pecked a few more times, and then slowly tasted it, turning into a deep French kiss.Heimdall didn’t want to be so immoral at the beginning. If he would get angry after a few kisses, he would have died young, but Victor’s hook-up was so simple that people couldn’t stop. .

I don't know how long it took, the loud coughing sound woke up the husband and wife who were intoxicated in the world of two people.

Iglesias in the portrait is very speechless, why did he bite him in a blink of an eye? !Obviously before, my heart beat faster and I was restless.

Victor kept smiling calmly, and Heimdall wiped the corners of his mouth.

At the same time, the two found that their exam papers were missing.

"Professor?" Victor asked puzzled.

[The following is the operation test. ] Iglesias announced.

"How's our written test result?" Heimdall asked to die early and be reborn early. If he didn't tell him, he would suffer from insomnia at night.

[The following is the operation test. 】

"..."

Now I think of pretending to be an ordinary portrait.Heimdall has long noticed that Durmstrang's portraits are different from ordinary wizard portraits. The portraits here are too realistic, and sometimes even create the illusion of facing a living person.

Iglesias said: [I'm not embarrassing you, choose one of the three, as long as you do one of them, you will pass.Of course, the final score must be combined with the previous written test. ] The three questions asked by Iglesias are: nonsense drink, high-level beast antidote, and dragon's breath potion.

Heimdall was not calm anymore. He imagined that Iglesias would produce the kind of potion that he had never heard of before, so he would have reason to make excuses for himself, but he knew the three kinds in front of him because I know that's why it hurts even more.

"Sorry, let's discuss it." Heimdall pulled Victor aside.

Iglesias didn't deliberately embarrass them, and let them whisper and whisper.

"Do you know how to make a nonsense drink?" Heimdall asked.

"I want to think..." Victor seemed unsure.

"The pre-production of the advanced ferocious beast antidote only takes a month. This is unrealistic. It is impossible for us to stay here for a month without going out." Heimdall rejected the second option.

"You want to choose Dragon's Breath Potion?" Victor said.

Heimdall grimaced, "But I can't remember which raw materials are needed for the dragon's breath potion."

"What are you going to do?" Victor asked calmly.

"Maybe you can think of it when you see those materials."

Viktor opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything. In fact, Heimdall could have asked him, but Heimdall didn't do that.Victor smiled slightly, hugged the pensive chief and kissed him.

In the end, Victor decided to make a nonsense drink, and Heimdall chose the dragon's breath potion.

two,

Dragon's breath potion is a very dangerous potion, its power is comparable to that of a dragon, hence the name.

Victor selected the plant raw materials needed for nonsense drinks in front of the shelf on the left wall - the room chief always thought that this kind of potion only existed in legends. Heimdall rummaged in front of the raw material shelf for a long time and found a bunch of bamboo Slug, crow's egg shell, a slug, when he tried to find spider eggs, he saw that the container where the spider eggs were placed was empty.

He reported the situation to Iglesias.

[It should be on the above, you can look for it. ] Iglesias said lightly.

"Above?" Heimdall looked up. The ceiling here is not as colorful as the one in the front. At first glance, the appearance of the black hole is consistent with the room of the great sage. Who can guarantee that something will suddenly pop up inside... …

Victor was always paying attention to the situation here, and Heimdall quickly gestured to him not to worry.

Heimdall found a ladder with pulleys on the side of the north shelf. He pushed it down with his hands, and the ladder rolled out along the track with a screeching sound—it worked.He pressed it hard again to test its firmness, then grabbed the rusted and blackened handles on both sides and stepped on it carefully.As soon as he reached the third level, the shaking stairs became stable. He looked down and saw Victor holding the ladder underneath.

"I used this kind of ladder in the Ollivander store. The ladder is even more broken than this one. I step on it and shake it from side to side. You see, I am still in good shape. I have rich experience in resisting falls, and I know how to land without pain... ..."

Heimdall's words completely backfired, and Victor's hand on the ladder became even firmer.

Heimdall touched his nose, feeling really stupid.

"Professor, is this considered cheating?" Heimdall said loudly.

Iglesias said nothing.

The husband and wife had insight into his acquiescence.

Heimdall turned back and smiled at her husband, holding the handle and slowly moving it up. After a long time, his proficiency returned, and he quickly found the trick, and his climbing movements became much smoother.His head gradually passed through a layer of thick black fog conjured by magic, and this layer of fog was the culprit that blocked the vision of the people below.

There was not enough light above the fog, it was even darker than the previous room, and there was a faint stench.

Heimdall immediately became alert. He took out his wand, carefully controlled his breathing, and waited for his eyes to adjust to the light.

When he gradually saw the pattern on the wall clearly, he tried to look far away.

It was a large spider web, and in the middle of the web was a large spider with white and yellow patterns on its back. First, it was not eight-eyed; second, it was smaller than adult eight-eyed; third, it seemed unfriendly.The three pairs of compound eyes on the head are shiny in the dark environment, and the huge mouthparts open and close, both cathartic and shocking, making people shudder.It was clear that the spider was not happy about Heimdall's uninvited visit.

Heimdall kept climbing up and didn't move, neither did the spider. Heimdall believed that as long as he made a slight movement, the spider would take action, because their eyes had met.

Heimdall turned his eyes carefully, and saw the spider eggs blocked by the spiders - a small group of condensed together, that should be what he needed to find.The question is how can he lure the spider away and get the egg behind it?

Heimdall lowered his wand-holding hand, and almost at the same moment, the spider rushed towards him.Heimdall let go of the ladder and fell backwards. Victor immediately suffocated below him. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until his falling body turned into a white falcon in the air, turned over and fluttered into the black mist. .

The flower-backed spider slammed into the air, wondering why the person had disappeared, when the white falcon broke through the black mist and charged in.The flower-backed spider hastily turned around, trying to catch the white falcon, and finally found a living creature to satisfy its hunger, and of course it would not let it go easily.The white falcon made a sharp turn in the air, avoiding another attack from the spider. The spider's slender feet with bristles brushed against the white falcon's wings in a thrilling manner, and the situation of the battle would be rewritten just by a hair's breadth.

The flower-backed spider does not have eight-eyed giant claws, and its lethality is not as good as that of the eight-eyed spider, but it is light and flexible. The ceiling is covered with intricate spider webs, which are dense and thick, and it seems to be its main battlefield. It is here by surprise. Like walking on flat ground.

Bai Falcon used the limited space to deal with the flower-backed spider, while dodging the attack of the flower-backed spider, while carefully avoiding layers of spider webs, the consequences would be disastrous if it got stuck.Bai Falcon didn't want to try whether the spider's web could stick it firmly.

The flower-backed spider failed several times, and gradually lost patience. It suddenly calmed down, and then rushed forward, trying to hit it with one hit.The white falcon, who was always paying attention to its movements, did not avoid it, but rushed straight over. The moment it jumped up, it swooped down suddenly, passed under the spider's abdomen, and approached the spider egg.

The flower-backed spider was too impatient to cull it this time, and its movements were too fast. After it slammed into the air, it couldn't control its strength and was taken far away. When it turned around, the white falcon had already grabbed a few eggs and flapped its wings to pull them out.The flower-backed spider was completely enraged, let out a sharp roar, and crawled over with lightning speed.

The white falcon, which was tugging at the spider's egg, hurriedly shook its wings vigorously, and tore off the spider silk wrapped around the egg just as the spider was about to pounce in front of it.When it passed through the black mist, the flowerback spider was still closely behind.Bai Falcon's body got out of the black mist, and the flower-backed spider's feet slashed through the black mist, but at the same time it was pushed out by a huge elastic force, and fell heavily back into the spider web.

Bai Falcon returned to the bright sage room smoothly, and Heimdall got the spider eggs.

Victor smiled bitterly, "Standing below and watching, it feels very bad to be unable to do anything."

"I'm used to it, and you will too," Heimdall said jokingly.

"What do you mean?"

"When you played, I just stared in the audience and couldn't do anything."

Victor shook his head and pinched Heimdall's nose with his hand.

three,

The production process of the Dragon's Breath Potion is an extremely tangled process. The director took the raw materials and tried to remember whether the thing in his hand should be cut into shreds, chopped into pieces, or ground into mud...everything without repetition, The order of cooking is also very particular. If it is messed up, the pot will be burnt or it will explode. After everything is put into the pot, he will struggle with how long to cook, whether to draw the stirring stick to the left or to the right, and how many circles...

All in all, the process of making potions is a process of a person's exhaustion.

When he finally finished the dragon's breath potion, he broke out in a cold sweat and had trouble breathing. It turned out that he often held his breath unconsciously due to nervousness during the production process. If he hadn't held his breath for a long time, he might have passed out by now.

Heimdall gasped for breath, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow, then closed his eyes and resigned himself to fate.

Victor's nonsense drink is also finished, the color is bright, like honey, and Heimdall thinks that the light color can get full marks.The nonsense drink is a very insidious potion, most of the time it appears as a deception, and people need to drink it unconsciously-it is said that if the deceived person sees through the scam, the nonsense drink will emit a stinky smell-better the appearance Good means higher production level.

Iglesias kept his score as usual, a glass vial floated on the podium, the cork was pulled out, the liquid in the bottle was poured into the nonsense drink, the crucible shook violently, the couple thought it was going to explode, Involuntarily retreating hand in hand, the crucible calmed down again.

【good. ] Iglesias said.

Victor smiled, Heimdall shook his fist, and the husband and wife kissed each other excitedly.

Checking the Dragon's Breath potion is also simple, a match is lit and thrown into the cauldron.The whole pot shook violently, even more than when checking nonsense drinks. Heimdall grabbed the master's hand and hid in the corner. He was not confident in his skills.

A phenomenon like a small tornado appeared above the crucible on the workbench. The tornado hovered above the crucible, kicking up quills and parchment, and then subsided quickly. The things were blown all over the place, and then they heard a loud noise. To be honest, it was not very pleasant to hear a cry like a dragon's roar, but to Heimdall right now, there was no more pleasing sound than this.

[Better than expected. 】Iglesias is not like Professor Snape, he is not stingy with words of praise.While teaching rigorously, appropriate encouragement is essential.

"Good job, baby!" Victor rubbed Heimdall's head happily, and the two hugged happily.

When Iglesias opened the door to the room of the six sages for them, and the couple left the room of the five sages, they realized what they had forgotten.

"What's our total score?" Heimdall was worried.

"Let us pass, does it mean that the written test has also passed?" Victor said.

"It must have been for your sake," Heimdall asserted. "I don't know how to do a lot of questions on that paper, and it's the first time I've seen the questions."

"I'm not very sure." Victor said frankly.

The husband and wife looked at each other, and then put the problem behind them. Since it has been passed, why bother with the past tense.

four,

"Which aspect did the Six Sages focus on during their lifetime?"

"not very clear……"

"He must be very good."

"How to say?"

"Judging by the rules of the game, the bottom bosses are usually the best."

Victor couldn't help laughing.

"Don't believe me, I've seen a cartoon before, about seven brothers who slay demons and eliminate demons. The seven brothers have their own supernatural powers. Although the youngest one is not as strong and strong as his brothers, he is not strong, but he has A baby, that baby has great powers... Maybe the six sages focus on alchemy?"

Victor laughed a lot, the director's whimsy was always unexpected.

The couple looked at the curtain covering them at the same time.

"Ready?" Victor asked.

"Okay." Heimdall clenched his hand and raised his wand.

Victor waved his wand, and the curtain was lifted, only to hear the chi chi sound, and the surroundings suddenly lit up.The two immediately closed their eyes, and waited until they got used to the light before they could see the layout of the room clearly.

A high platform with a width of about 3 meters and a length of about 10 meters extended from their feet. The sides of the platform were shrouded in black fog. A distance away from the black fog was the wall. There was no wallpaper on the wall, and the bare wall was covered with ravines. , a torch was erected at intervals.The room is raw and rough.

"Wooden." Heimdall stepped on the ground of the elevated platform.

Victor pondered, "Don't you think this room looks familiar?"

"The black magic practice room is similarly arranged." Heimdall frowned.

"It seems that you guessed wrong." Victor smiled meaningfully.

That is to say, you can't see the treasure gourd? !

Heimdall shrugged. He didn't expect the Six to raise the gourd and call his name, suck his wand or body into it, what the... eh?Something seemed wrong, the room chief thought about it, and quickly waved it away.

When the six sages appeared, the room chief and his friends were stunned.

The Six Sages are not presented in front of the eyes as a portrait, but as living, active people-the livingness is debatable, but they can indeed walk and move.

The Six Sages wore a wizard robe with the school badge of Durmstrang, a pair of dirty boots, a messy black hair with modern messy beauty, unshaven beard, two dark circles under the eyes, and a bit high cheekbones. His cheeks were sunken, and he looked haggard, but he was full of energy. He looked at the two of them with bright and sharp eyes, even a little green.

As expected of the big BOSS guarding the gate, he appeared different from the sages in front of him, the head of the office murmured silently in his heart.

Victor was about to announce his name, but Heimdall had already said, "Have you stayed up late?"

The Six Sages said: "I haven't slept since I died."