HP's Foreign Land

one,

"Rig?" Mionir sat up from the bed.

"Are you awake?" Heimdall, who was reviewing how to make the Living Hell Potion, quickly put down his book and came to the bedside. "Get up? Or sleep a little longer?"

"Get dressed," Mionnell said.It means getting up.

Then, Baby Xiaomi stared unblinkingly at the little papa who was helping him to dress, wondering why the little papa got up so early today... It can be seen that the little dad usually stays in bed.

"Where's Big Papa?" Mionier couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he didn't see Big Papa again. He hadn't seen Big Papa in the morning for many consecutive days.

"Big Daddy has gone to work. Today Mionir is still spending time with Little Daddy. Apart from teaching at the magic school, Big Daddy will also return to China to participate in the Bulgarian National Quidditch selection team's assessment. If Big Daddy passes the assessment, next time we will I can go to the World Cup game and cheer for Big Daddy."

"Mionir likes Quidditch!" Wa'er exclaimed excitedly.

Heimdall patted the child's head, "Your eldest father must be very happy to hear you say that."

Mionir came out of the bathroom and saw Heimdall reclining on the sofa again. After a moment of silence, he said puzzledly, "Rig, run."

What he meant was early morning exercise.

The head of the room can't pretend not to hear it brazenly, let alone change the subject shamelessly and muddle things along.He put down the book sadly, held the baby's little hand under the expectant eyes of the baby, and turned right when he went out to perform the compulsory daily morning exercise.

"Xiaomi, are you hungry?" The room chief pretended to be calm and made the last struggle.

"Not hungry!" The elated Mionier resolutely said.

The father and son did not run far, and circled the castle.If Heimdall is alone, it doesn’t matter if he runs far away, but now with children, the requirements for the environment are no longer arbitrary, and more attention is paid to factors such as flatness and safety.

However, Xiaomi has a lively personality and is a boy. He especially likes to climb up and down.Heimdall could only nervously follow behind and escort him, for fear that the child would accidentally bump into him.Poor parents all over the world - after having Mionier, the head of the room is quite touched by this sentence: In case of a fall, parents seem to love more than children.

After giving Xiaomi such a toss up and down, the amount of exercise increased greatly, and both father and son were sweating profusely after running around.Xiaomi is able to crawl, and the head of the office... probably is "scared".

During the run, I occasionally encountered teachers and students who also did morning exercises.In fact, wizards generally don’t like to exercise. Magic is omnipotent. Except for wizards who work in sports such as Quidditch players, few wizards are willing to exercise from morning to night. First, wizards seem to be naturally better than Muggles in physical fitness; second, Wizards can take potions to replenish physical strength, and the price is not expensive, and they can even make it themselves if conditions permit.However, Quidditch players are prohibited from taking any type of potion during the game, so Quidditch players have to improve their physical fitness by "getting up early and working late".

So the head of the office still didn't understand it, or he didn't want to understand it. He got up and ran before dawn... Under the encouragement of the instructor of the police corps, the head of the office has made great progress in physical strength compared to the beginning. It is far from enough. It can be said that most wizards cannot be compared with professional Quidditch players in terms of physical fitness.

But his job target is the chief judge sitting on a chair, not the captain of the police corps who has retreated from the front line of detection. The head of the office took the child back to the castle with a heavy heart.

It was just dawn at this time, and after a period of acclimatization and observation in the castle, the head of the room gradually grasped that this was the time for the professors to wake up.

The father and son met Louise Mansour, a professor of astronomy who was wandering around the castle in mensao purple pajamas. Although Professor Mansour was not as neatly dressed as Professor Laurent, he kept a neat and simple style in his clothes. It's unheard of to hang around in pajamas and slippers like this, and gossip with the portraits on the wall while hanging around.

Heimdall considered whether he pretended not to see it. Professor Mansour, with his messy hair and a pipe in his mouth, had already raised his hand to greet him enthusiastically.

"Good morning, Professor," said Heimdall.

"Okay," Mionnell said.

Professor Mansur walked up to them with a smile on his face, and looked at the loose and not thick clothes of the father and son.

"Good morning, out to exercise?" Professor Mansour asked.

"Yes, the weather is fine today," said Heimdall.

"Not bad," Mionnell said.

"Just came back? Haven't eaten yet?"

"not yet."

"No."

Professor Mansour looked at Mionir in a blink of an eye. The milkman blinked his big eyes. With his father emboldening him, Mionir was not afraid of anything.

"The professor invited Mionir and your father to my room for breakfast, what does Mionir think?" Professor Mansur was born with a bad face, coupled with hideous scars, no matter how amiable he is, he can cry in varying degrees Child.

Mionir has no problem with wizards with scars or sorry looks. He is naturally insensitive in this regard, which may have something to do with his inner nature. In other words, this baby is not like his baby daddy, and he is not a member of the Appearance Association.

Mionir looked up at Heimdall, who had no intention of interfering with his decision.

Milkman said awkwardly: "Mionir needs to think about it."

Professor Mansour still had a smile on his face, "How about this, you and your father go back and change your clothes, and then tell me the answer after changing your clothes, what do you think?"

Tell him after changing clothes?Wouldn't that be equivalent to a door-to-door visit?The little daddy didn't expose Professor Mansour's deception of the milk baby, and the head of the room didn't dare to offend the professor of astronomy, so he was full of tears just thinking about it.

Mionnier thought it was a good idea and agreed.

two,

There is a stone statue at the door of Professor Mansour’s room. Students who are familiar with school history are not unfamiliar with it. The lifelike bas-relief on the thick school history cover is based on this stone statue. It is described in the school history as the top There are 4 horned beasts in the school, all of which were originally inlaid on the top four corners of Durmstrang Castle, and now a quarter of them are the gatekeepers at the gate of Professor Mansour.

It is said that after the wizards have obtained the permission to teach in Durmstrang through the assessment, they can put forward their own requirements to the school for benefits such as accommodation and vacations. As long as they are not too harsh and domineering, the principal will basically satisfy them.Among them, the specific goals designated by oneself as the gatekeeper of one's own room are within the scope of being able to ask.

At the beginning, Professor Mansur didn't like portraits, nor did he look at any animal portraits, and the existing statues were rejected one by one. When Karkaroff was overwhelmed by his pickiness, Professor Mansur took The school history entered the principal's office, and that afternoon, Professor Mansur's room was guarded by the topcorn.

Li An, who heard about this incident, commented emotionally, "It shows that our principal is very democratic, dismissive of vanity, indifferent to superficial articles, and only cares about individual emotions."

Is this Karkaroff? !The head of the office felt very unreal at the time, as if he had tofu and cabbage stuffing in his mouth, but the sign said chicken stuffing.

Carlo Jones told the truth, "I heard that Professor Mansour is the only one among all the professors who has not asked for a salary increase on the original basis."

Several friends suddenly had mixed feelings, saying that Professor Mansour is a kind person.

Sorry to drag this out.

Closer to home.

The topcorn has a strange appearance. It has a human-like head, leopard-like legs and feet, its upper limbs are covered with thick gray fluff, its hands are like eagle claws, with long sharp hooks, and a pair of wings on its back. It is said that topcorns can fly and run at an amazing speed, but no topcorns can be found in any data related to the collection records of magical animals in the world.It exists only in wizarding fantasy, at least not in the German school's textbook on the protection of magical animals.

There is a note on the forehead of the top horned beast holding a spear in its hand. Heimdall hesitated for a while, and did not take it. He leaned over and saw the handwriting written by Professor Mansur: The password is But Heimdall thought the professor did it on purpose. He picked up his son and gave the command. The tophorn moved the spear across his chest and moved aside with a note on his face.Mionir probably felt that it was a pity that the white paper was pasted on its forehead, and he didn't want to look back until he entered the door.

Professor Mansour's room is clean and tidy, and the biggest credit is certainly not the professor himself.With Mansur's indulgent smile on his face, the dean hugged his son painfully and walked to the sofa in front of the fireplace, where he met another professor: Roy Laurent.

Professor Laurent didn't wear pajamas, didn't have slippers on his feet, and didn't have hair like a bird's nest on his face, and he didn't have dark circles or pillow marks on his face-such a spectacle would naturally not happen to Laurent, who pays attention to personal image On the body—to be honest, the director is a little bit regretful, but the director still secretly opened his mind, and his unfathomable but easy-to-understand eyes swept back and forth between Laurent and Mansur. He thought his little movements were perfect, but he knew The two professors whose brain waves release regularly can see what he is thinking just by using his toes.

"If you think about it any longer, wait for ten years to graduate." Laurent threw out his trump card in an instant.

Mansoor puffed out a cigarette slowly, "Don't try to pass this school year."

I can't live these days, and even my brain has been stifled... The head of the room is full of bullshit.

Laurent put down the tea cup in his hand calmly, and said good morning to Mionier with a smile on his face.After Laurent's previous discoveries and trials from casual to deliberate, he came to the conclusion that this baby is quite talented in potions, and he does not rule out premature contact with potions.The Potions professor liked him more than his unprogressive little daddy—in Laurent's mind, any student who studied subjects other than Potions would be playful.

Under the warm hospitality of Professor Mansour, Heimdall chose digestible food for Mionnier, and the milkman sat on the rug in front of the fireplace holding the plate, concentrating on eating the food on the plate.When the house-elf brought Mionir's hot milk, Heimdall turned to his stomach.

Heimdall took a sip of hot milk—the master insisted that the head of the room who was growing up should also drink it, and then said: "Professor, you invited us to have breakfast today, shouldn't it be a temporary idea?"

Mansur took down his pipe and said frankly, "It's a temporary idea to invite you to breakfast, and the motive is not temporary."

"What do you want to know?" Heimdall glanced at Roy Laurent who was slowly chewing bacon, and the latter seemed oblivious to his gaze.

Mansur didn't seem to intend to let Laurent avoid him, and said bluntly, "Is there something wrong with Professor Patrick Lacey?"

Heimdall made himself look surprised, "How do you say that?"

"Stop pretending, we all know." Laurent said with a contemptuous expression of "your performance is too jerky".

"... Where did you know? Professor Katenen said?" Heimdall asked.

The two professors looked at each other, and Laurent said with a smile, "Look, I'll tell you that it will definitely work to trick him."

Professor Mansour took a deep breath on his pipe, "There is really something wrong with Lacey."

Director Strulusson bent forward in frustration, a professor of Potions, a professor of astronomy, would he dare to get away with it?The life of the German school is full of intrigue.

Seeing little Papa's desolate face, Mi O'Neil came over and patted his leg to express his comfort. The head of the room was moved to tears: only a son is good in this world! ! !

After Heimdall collected his emotions, he asked suspiciously, "How did you find out that Professor Lacey has a problem?"

"I didn't see it," Mansur said.

Heimdall turned to Laurent, "Did you come across something unusual?"

"I heard from the portrait that the guide with the lantern said a series of strange behaviors about Professor Patrick Lacey when he chatted with me, including the books that Professor Lacey borrowed from the school library, his way of speaking, and his life. Habits, and he is obviously a professor of the protection of magical creatures, he seems to be more interested in subjects other than the protection of magical creatures, and his handling of the two students who he said he admired secretly provoked... In short, from many The information revealed in the small details does not match the hard-working and gentle image he has always shown everyone."

Heimdal bowed down, "leading passers-by to observe carefully." It is indeed an antique from the age of sages.

"One more thing," Laurent emphasized. "The guide always thinks that Kane, a former member of the experimental laboratory who was expelled by you, has a bad heart. If Patrick Lacey, who appreciates Kane's 'down-to-earth', is not a fool who is easily deceived, then he and Kane are the same."

The two professors looked at Heimdall at the same time, and there was no doubt in their eyes.

"Okay, I'll tell the two of you everything I know, but it's not the time for reckoning, please be as natural as possible in front of Professor Lacey." Heimdall said helplessly, thinking about telling the two professors , They are more reliable than other professors, and they will be a help in the future.

"You don't have to worry about those. It's understandable for you to worry about my leaking. Professor Laurent has experienced great battles and has rich experience in fighting. Thank God that you don't hold him back." Professor Mansour joked said.

Heimdall was speechless. Isn't Professor Laurent a "newcomer" who has taught in the German school for less than 10 years?Been in a big fight? !Assuming that he just turned one year old in 1940, and now he is about to turn six, according to Professor Mansour, the "experienced in struggle" Professor Laurent was more than one year old in 1940...older than his father Rommel?No wonder you are so familiar with portraits, professor, you are showing your age!

Durmstrang Academy is a magical home of longevity.

Mansur also seemed to realize that he was talking fast, and cast an apologetic look at Laurent, and then cleared his throat unnaturally.

Heimdall couldn't help asking, "Professor Laurent, were you a student or a teacher in 1940?"

Laurent gave him a white look, "Of course he's a student."

The potions professor who was showing his age was unhappy.

Heimdall asked cautiously again, "You once said that you and Professor Snape from Hogwarts are classmates in the advanced pharmacist class."

Laurent pointed at him and said, "Don't tell me my age, otherwise I won't even think about graduating in this life!"

The head of the room stared bitterly at Laurent's deceptively handsome tender face, and thought: It's too cheating!

Mansur looked at the room chief, then at Laurent, and decided to stand up and take charge of the overall situation, straightening the crooked building.

"Now tell us about Patrick Lacey," Mansur reminded.

three,

Heimdall's new day started by speaking ill of a certain professor, but the situation on Victor's side was more complicated than originally imagined, and it could even be said to be very unsatisfactory.

First of all, if Victor announces to officially participate in the assessment of the Bulgarian national selection team, then he must submit an application to the referee council to temporarily step down from the referee position.Only after the referee council passed this application can he temporarily get rid of the referee position and return to the player team.During this period, the council will stop assigning him as a referee, and his referee points will also be temporarily frozen.

Victor’s comeback is expected by everyone. Not only the fans in his country, but also the VK fans all over the world are looking forward to it. It has been a long time since he played the whole game as the main force in an official game, almost all for the purpose of bringing out the old and bringing forth the new. Role.

Secondly, as long as the approval of the application does not come within a day, he cannot go back to training openly, because he still has the job of refereeing a few commercial Quidditch matches.

Victor, who hurried to the International Council of Referees from the Heideggerk School of Magic, was standing in front of the bulletin board to watch his work schedule.

Seeing Victor, Eichel from the Gaobshi Referee Center next door came forward with a face full of surprise, "Why are you here? Didn't you say you're going back to China to participate in the team assessment?"

"The approval of my application has not come yet," Victor said.

Eichel stared straight, "Haven't come down yet? When did you submit the application?"

"Almost a week."

Eichel said incredulously: "It only takes two working days for the approval, if there are no other problems."

Victor couldn't calm down anymore, "When I submitted the application, the other party gave me a reply in two weeks."

Eichel patted the master on the shoulder, "Go and ask your referee qualification recommender."

Victor nodded gratefully at him, turned and left.

Eichel looked at his back and shook his head inexplicably.

Mrs. Allente, Victor's silver star referee qualification recommender, quickly found out the whereabouts of his application for Victor, and the answer was dumbfounding.

"They told me that because of the negligence of the staff, your application was taken to other departments." The reply full of loopholes made Mrs. Ellent's face disheartened.

Victor is still calm, what could be worse now?

"And what about the clerk who accepted my application and told me about the two-week approval time?" Victor asked.

"The wizard has been transferred to another department."

Punishment is to transfer work?Another department?

Victor asked again, "What should I do next? Can the referee council solve it? Or do I need to submit an application to other departments?"

Mrs. Ellent laughed at Victor's sarcasm, and took out Victor's application form from the drawer.

"I agree with your application, please keep your referee badge safe, we will not be able to fight side by side in the next few months, dear friend."

Victor raised the corner of his mouth, "It's nice to have an immediate boss as a friend."

Mrs. Ellent pretended to be generous, "I just pretended I didn't hear it."

"What you said is true? Is it okay to leave this application with you?" Victor was still a little uncertain, after all, he had just experienced a big deception that turned from two days into two weeks.

"Hurry up and get out! Be careful that the assessment qualification is replaced by someone else!"

four,

Mrs. Ellent definitely has a crow's mouth. When the master bid farewell to the referee council and rushed to the assessment site of the Bulgarian national selection team, the assistant coach told him with regret that the selection quota was full.

Victor unbuttoned two shirt buttons, took a few breaths, and said in a calm tone, "Excuse me, what does it mean that the quota is full?"

"You're not a rookie who doesn't know anything," the assistant coach said confidently. "Each selection team assessment has a certain number of places, and this time is no exception."

"That's right, I'm not a newcomer, so I don't understand what you said that the quota is full. I remember that my name is on the waiting list. The fact is that I didn't even participate in the assessment." Victor's tone unconsciously brought severe.

The assistant coach is an out-and-out rookie, and he is so overwhelmed by the master's explosive momentum that he dare not show his teeth and claws again.

"I'm sorry, I'll ask..." The assistant coach turned back disheartened, and turned back halfway to ask the master's name.

"Victor Krum," said the master.

The assistant coach turned around in a murmur, walked a few steps, stopped abruptly, and turned his head abruptly.

"Any more questions?" Victor narrowed his eyes.

The assistant coach was so scared that the soles of his feet were oiled.

Half an hour later, the assistant coach finally returned to the reception area with a complicated expression on his face.

Victor on the chair stood up, and the assistant coach shook his head, this time he was not as pretentious as last time.

"Who is in charge of this national selection team assessment? Sessa Gezov?" Victor frowned.

"The person in charge of the selection activities is Aspaluk, Mr. Krum." Hearing Victor directly calling the name of the person in charge of the Sports Department of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic, the assistant coach couldn't help puffing out his chest and abstaining his stomach in awe.

Aspaluk?Victor had no impression of him.

"Is he there? Take me to him." Victor said firmly.

"Who? Are you going to find Mr. Aspaluk?" The assistant coach hurriedly stopped Victor. "Have you got an appointment? No appointment, Mr. Aspaluk sees no one."

Victor went straight forward. He was no stranger to the Roniki Quidditch training ground rented by the selection team. He had come here to train with the national team more than once, and every brick and tile in the ground was precious.

The assistant coach's muscles are not as good as those of the head of the room, and he is short in stature, so he can't hold back the firm master. He wrapped it around the master's arm like a rag and wiped the floor behind him.

Based on past experience, Victor quickly found the leadership office, and the assistant coach did not dare to shout. Seeing them stop in front of the door, he was immediately disheartened and his little face turned pale.

"Hold tight and don't let go," Victor said suddenly. "This way your boss will think that you didn't stop me, not inaction."

The assistant coach muttered to the good man, grabbed Victor's arm with both hands, and then the rag entered the leadership office.

Aspaluk, who was using the fireplace in the office to report the progress of the selection process, turned around when he heard the door opening, and flew into a rage after seeing the person who came in clearly.

"Who told you to run in without authorization?!" Aspaluk pointed hard at the door. "Get out!"

The assistant coach was almost paralyzed with fright.

Victor skipped over Aspaluk, who was on the shelf, and his eyes fell on the fireplace behind him, and then showed a faint smile.

"I haven't seen you in half a year, and the creases on my face are much lighter." Victor joked.

Aspaluk lowered his raised hand and looked at Victor blankly.

The head in the fireplace laughed, and the owner of the laughter was Sessa Gezov, the director of the Sports Department of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic.