HP's Foreign Land

one,

Having said that, when the carriage stopped at the square in front of the Durmstrang Clock Tower, Professor Roy Laurent’s expression became more serious than ever before—going to the European Educational Evaluation Conference until now, the fellow juniors felt the sudden deep feeling At a loss, Chairman Sturluson didn't take it seriously. Professor Laurent just put on a professor-level business expression and waited for his superiors to inspect the work.

Headmaster Karkaroff walked forward energetically amidst the flying snowflakes that could hardly open his eyes. He quickly glanced at the German school team, and expressed a few clichés of gratitude and encouragement—six students were dismissed, Can't wait to introduce Professor Laurent to the bell tower.

"Everyone, go back and rest, have a good meal, and don't forget to ask your classmates to make up today's class notes." On behalf of the school leaders, Heimdall made a summary of the work before the dissolution.

Zug suddenly panicked and yelled, "I have an astronomy exam tonight!"

"Go back and review quickly, you don't need to go to the laboratory." Heimdall said.

"But..." Zug hesitated.

"You are a student first, studying for exams is the 'job' you have to fight for before graduation, don't make me say it twice."

Chug nodded obediently.

After writing down the last few notes about leaving school, Carlo closed the notepad, and raised his eyes to see a faint figure flashing on the camphor tree path not far away.He squinted for a few seconds, then elbowed Heimdall.

"Your man is here."

In the Durmstrang clock tower, Professor Laurent walked into the principal's office, and sat down on the suede sofa in front of the fireplace under Karkaroff's excited almost gracious hospitality.He accepted the strong tea infused with high-grade spirits that flew to his hand, and swallowed a big gulp without changing his face under the expectant gaze of the principal, even though his body kept sending him hunger protest signals.

"How is it?" Karkaroff's eager and slightly hesitant eyes made Laurent feel pressured.

He put down the glass and straightened his back.

Karkaroff suddenly gestured him to pause while waving his hand into the air, and a shot glass filled with gin appeared on the table in front of the sofa.Karkaroff picked up the cup and drank it down. After a while, he signaled Laurent to continue.

Laurent changed his previous urgency and smiled, "The situation at the meeting exceeded expectations."

Karkaroff breathed a sigh of relief.

Professor Laurent added, "The European Educational Evaluation Conference is going to raise the evaluation level of a number of magic schools, and Durmstrang is sure to be one of them."

"You brought back good news?" Karkaroff asked worriedly.

"It's good news compared to expectations."

Karkaroff stood up with relief, "Come with me."

Laurent looked up blankly, "Where are you going?"

"The principal's gallery. Since you left, the principals have come to ask about the progress every three minutes." Karkaroff said helplessly.

two,

This is not the first time that Professor Roy Laurent has walked into the President's Gallery, which is known for its mystery in the eyes of outsiders.In the second year after graduating from the school, because he received the Distinguished Alumni Medal of the year, he was fortunate enough to enter the principal's gallery to see the demeanor of the pioneers. At that time, he was so nervous that he had difficulty breathing.Many years later, he received the letter of appointment as Durmstrang Potions Professor from the former headmaster Ferdinand, and in the same year he was allowed to accept the "surroundings" of the heads of the German school in the headmaster's gallery.This was the third time Roy Laurent had entered the room of Durmstrang's memory.

This time, his calves didn't tremble anymore, and he didn't suffocate himself from lack of oxygen due to excessive tension.

【...I remember him! ] A certain portrait on the wall suddenly shouted. 【That silly boy who can't breathe through his nostrils! 】Don’t ask, it’s Beto Prodi who loves to look for presence again.

Cracks appeared on Roy Laurent's calm smile, and the unbearable past was always fresh in people's memory.

【Professor Laurent is our professor of Potions in Durmstrang. He taught in Durmstrang before I died. Don't make a fuss and raise your voice, let the living have a chance to laugh at you, a dead person with a short memory! 】The person who opposed Beto didn't think otherwise: Karkaroff's former headmaster Ferdinand.

"Gentlemen, please listen to me!" Katenin was not there, so Karkarov had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward to maintain peace.

【what do you want to say? ] Beto glared.

Karkaroff, who was obviously angered, laughed dryly, "Professor Laurent has something important to report to the principals."

[What's important? ] Beto thought Karkaroff was making excuses for himself.

[Laurent led a team to participate in the just-concluded European Education Evaluation Conference. You ran out to ask a few minutes ago, don't you remember now? ] The speaker was the late Jolena Acre, the headmistress of Durmstrang. [It's really old and confused. 】Betto prides himself on being a noble man, and in order to maintain his self-proclaimed gentlemanly demeanor, facing Jolena's cynicism, he had to swallow his mouth and keep his mouth shut.

The portraits on the two walls expressed their expectations one after another, and the most talked about topics were closely related to the improvement of the evaluation level.Of course, there are also pessimistic arguments about the future.The headmasters were chattering, all kinds of rigorous or funny arguments were endless.

Beto pointed at Professor Laurent, 【That what Lola...】

"It's Laurent, sir." Laurent couldn't help correcting.

[Yes, yes, Laurent, don't yell, my ears are good!But young people, you should know that when others are talking, you can't interrupt rashly, it will appear that you are very rude. 】Pei Dinan sneered, 【I can't even remember the name of the Potions professor in my school, is it worth showing off?Still teaching others righteously?You are not only stupid, but also thick-skinned. 】【you……】

"Gentlemen, gentlemen," Karkaroff said through tears. "I am eager to know what happened at the European Conference on Educational Evaluation, please be lenient."

The two principals looked at each other, and turned away at the same time.

Karkaroff breathed a sigh of relief. He waved his wand, and a Pensieve flew out from behind the podium at the end of the gallery and landed in the center of the gallery.This pensieve is hard, gray and white, about half a person's height, the basin itself occupies the upper half, and the lower half is a vividly carved nine-headed viper.

Laurent used his wand to take out the memory of the European Conference on Educational Evaluation, and gently threw it into the Pensieve.

The moment the Pensieve accepted the memory, it began to change. Circles and ripples appeared on the calm water surface, like lightning in a thundercloud exploding the entire Pensieve from time to time. Scalp-numbing rustling friction.

The nine snake heads spread out in different directions, and then the snake heads raised slightly, spraying white smoke into the air.The smoke gathered above the Pensieve, and it gathered into a ball in an instant. The image in the Pensieve was reflected into the smoke, like a white curtain when showing a movie, and every move was smooth and free.

The debate in the principal's gallery had long since ceased, and everyone held their breaths.

Through the memory contributed by Roy Laurent, the principals witnessed every bit of the European Conference on Educational Evaluation.From the initial joy to the unexpected "maliciousness" at the opening ceremony; from the thrilling answers to the amazing ringing of the bell; from the display of self-worth to being asked questions by the audience, etc...

The experience of several hours is dizzying and restless.

【good! ] Beto Prodi burst into tears. [The one who said it was great! ] Ferdinand, who was also applauding Heimdall's impassioned statement, was dumbfounded by Beto's words. Although the other principals were not as violent as Ferdinand, they shook their heads helplessly.

[That's Heimdall Strulusson, you should at least remember the name of our school's student union president! 】Pei Dinan complained.

[Our school changes a student council president almost every year, do I remember coming here? ! ] Beto protested confidently.

[It's not that you haven't seen him! 】Pei Dinan couldn't figure out that this man was actually a well-known principal in his lifetime.

[There is no direct connection between knowing him and being able to remember his name. 】

Ferdinand was speechless by Beto's irrational rebuttal. The reason for his failure was that he couldn't make himself more messy.

Beto didn't pay attention to the verbal battle with Ferdinand this time, and the rare "finally defeated the opponent by disgusting the opponent" was also left behind by him, and he devoted all his thoughts to Professor Laurent's memory image, And reminiscing over and over again.

[Igor! ] Beto shouted Karkaroff's name.

"What's the matter?" Karkaroff responded quickly.

【that whoever--】

"Who?"

[That's who! 】

"Who are you talking about?"

[Oh, the one in the Pensieve! ] Beto is in a hurry.

Karkaroff was full of grievances. How did he know who Beto was talking about? There was more than one person in the Pensieve.

Or Professor Laurent responded quickly, "You mean the Durmstrang team?"

【right! ] Beto is glad that someone is more flexible than Karkaroff.

"Sturluson?" Laurent asked again.

Beto was overjoyed, [Yes, I mean him! ] As he spoke, he glanced sideways at Karkaroff, and the meaning behind his words was self-evident.

Karkaroff wanted to scratch the wall, forced a smile and said, "What are your orders?"

[What grade is Stulusson in? ] He spoke as if he had never seen Heimdall.

Durmstrang's student body president is usually held by the seventh grader, what grade do you think he is?Of course Karkaroff couldn't be so aggressive. After a short brainstorm, he said honestly: "Seventh grade."

[And the president of the student council? 】

"...That's right."

[So I'm about to graduate! 】

"Yes, you will be able to get the graduation certificate issued by Durmstrang in June this year."

[Is he not going to stay in school to continue his studies? ] Beto asked.

"Our school only lasts seven years. Even if you fail the final assessment, you will not be able to get a diploma. There is no such thing as repeated grades."

[Who came to discuss with us the feasibility of setting up a professional advanced education in high spirits? ] Beto questioned.

Should I remember it or not, but I can remember it more accurately than anyone else.

"Yes, I have this idea, otherwise I wouldn't be in a hurry to let Durmstrang participate in the European Wizarding Education Evaluation Conference. Without the approval and evaluation of relevant departments, we can't develop any majors on the basis of the school. Advanced study."

[It turns out that there is a student called what, the one you like very much, hasn't he been studying in school for another year? ] "You're talking about Victor Krum..."

[I can't remember the name, it's probably him, didn't he get another professional certificate? ] "Victor's second certificate is a special case. His major of 'The History of Quidditch Development and the Origin and Application of Equipment' was trained and issued by the Quidditch League. Qualifications."

[Since this is the case, we cannot issue one more certificate to Stulusson. ] Beto muttered.

Karkaroff bowed in frustration, Durmstrang's diploma became the price of cabbage at Beto's, and he actually bought one and got one free.

【correct. ] Beto had a flash of inspiration.

Karkaroff was a little overwhelmed. Talking to Principal Beto was too much a psychological test.

[Don't screen this year's outstanding alumni, just Strulusson! 】

Karkaroff wiped his sweat, "Stulusson will be selected until the next school year. According to regulations, he cannot participate in this year's election. He has not graduated yet."

Beto made the case, 【Who stipulated it! 】

The principal's gallery was silent for a while, and Beto slowly let go of his hand in the sudden silence. By the way, it seemed to be his order.

Beto Prodi is a thoughtful and forgetful headmaster. During his lifetime, he came up with many ideas to add luster to the German school. At the same time, he also caused many things to cause the German school to have a mixed reputation. It is ironic that more than [-]% of his ideas are his. I can't remember it myself.

Before Karkaroff finished expressing his emotions, Beto slapped the table again.

[Karkaroff, you are the principal, rules are dead, people are alive, you can play by ear! ] Karkaroff smiled wryly. If he really made a move on the regulations, Beto, who forgot quickly, would be the first to blow his beard and stare at him when this whim passed.

three,

After Heimdall came out of the student union, he ordered Hina to move the unfinished work in the laboratory to the dormitory, and then went to the Quidditch practice ground accompanied by Victor.He first chose to visit the substitute school team, listened to coach August’s suggestions on improving the training methods of the substitute school team, and watched the practice of the substitute school team. Victor stayed on the substitute school team, and then Heimdall turned to the location of the school team , Listening to another coach "drawing a big pie" for him.

When they met again at the door of the castle room, it was completely dark.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, Victor put his arms around Heimdall's shoulders and lowered his head to kiss his lips.Heimdall stretched out his hands to hug her husband, and he felt that the master's kiss was very devoted today.This is not to say that Victor's usual kisses are perfunctory, but today's kisses have more things that he didn't have in the past.

As for what it is, he is not in a hurry to find out, because the other party is Victor Krum.

The husband and wife entered the room amidst Mionir's dancing welcome.

Heimdall, who took off his wizard robe, hugged his son on the sofa with his bare feet. He smoothed the hem of the child's clothes, touched Xiaomi's white neck, and pecked him on the cheek a few times.Mionnier's home clothes were made from their old clothes. The colors were no longer bright and the styles were not trendy, but they were comfortable and pleasant to the touch.Mionnier likes his home clothes, which seem to have the smell of his fathers on them, which makes him feel very safe.

Heimdall let his son sit on his lap, murmured and whispered, and listened tirelessly to Mionnier's cheerful description of what he had seen and heard in the back mountain today, although he had long been familiar with everything there.

Xiaomi nestled in Heimdall's arms yawned several times in a row.

"Did you take a nap today?" Heimdall asked.

Mionir buried his head in his arms, avoiding the question.

"Did you eat well?" Heimdall patted his son's little head.

Mionier nodded.

Victor raised his head from the newspaper, "Professor Kattenen praised our children for not being picky eaters."

"Good." Heimdall praised Xiaomi happily.

"You also have to lead by example." Victor hinted that he should not be ignored.

Heimdall repeated his old trick, pretending not to hear.

Heimdall suddenly remembered something, "Honey, let's take a bath! What kind of eyes are you looking at?"

"I thought you changed the subject on purpose." Victor smiled and turned the page of the newspaper.

"Don't you like to take a bath?" Heimdall happily walked into the bathroom with his son in his arms. "Come on, baby, tell Sheena what you want to take with you, how about a submarine? And a rubber duck... By the way, a mermaid who spit bubbles too, and a turtle with a lifebuoy..."

"Do you want to play, or does your son want to play?" Victor shook his head, and then felt a little strange, "Didn't the bath you mentioned be in the bathroom?"

"Of course not," said Heimdall triumphantly. "When I came back just now, I ran into Professor Laurent. He told me a new password. At first I thought he was going to let me stay in class to make up lessons, but later I found out that it was not. Principal Karkaroff made an exception and allowed me to enter the principal's bathroom today. I Never been to the headmaster's bathroom. Interested, Professor Krum?"

"Of course." Victor immediately put down the newspaper.

four,

Durmstrang's headmaster's bathroom was not as opulent as Heideggerack's Union bathroom, nor was it as interesting as the Hogwarts prefect's bathroom as described by his cousin Draco.It has a huge vault depicting the vast starry sky, columns and walls wrapped in gorgeous tiles are full of exotic flavors, and the smooth and warm ground is collaged with hexagonal geometric patterns.The pool facing the entrance is built against the wall, and a huge unicorn stone sculpture stands upright on the artificial rockery. Water flows from the pores of different sizes in the rockery, converging into a waterfall and rushing down into the pool.

Mionir opened his eyes wide in the rising water mist, pointed to the unicorn on the top of the rockery and said, "Father of four!"

"That's a statue of a unicorn," Heimdall told his son. "The four-faced dad doesn't watch the bathroom in the magic school."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Victor who had been silent since entering the door.

"How do you feel, Professor Krum?"

"It looks good." Victor stroked his chin seriously. "We'll test the temperature of the water next." He picked up his son and strode towards the bath. "Our millet warrior will be the first to go down and challenge!"

The screams of children continued to echo in the empty bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Mionnell is standing by the pool, wearing his favorite yellow and brown giraffe lifebuoy.He smugly adjusted the direction of the lifebuoy, making sure the giraffe's head was facing the front. When everything was ready, he pouted his buttocks while looking at the water, and jumped down with a yell for himself.

With a plop, water splashed everywhere.

The two fathers who were always watching over him waited until their son was safely and happily splashing in the pool before they relaxed and leaned against the wall of the pool to talk.

"What happened?" Heimdall asked.

"You'll see that I'm not surprised." Victor picked up the pool water and wiped his face.

"That means something really happened." Heimdall nodded. "I didn't make a fuss when you picked me up in front of the clock tower, but there's something wrong with you getting the letter for Carlo and the others."

"I admit that I am not a wizard who is helpful to others, but I occasionally urge myself to move closer to good people. I just brought them a few letters. I came from the cafeteria and brought them to them by the way." Victor laughed explain.

"Well, let's put it this way, it is reasonable for you to send a letter to Carlo, and it is understandable that you sent a letter to Zug. The problem is that you also sent a letter to Kane."

"I did it on purpose." Victor quietly touched Heimdall's waist under the water.

He was slapped away by Mr. Chairman.

"Intentionally what?" Heimdall asked.

Victor seemed to be carelessly stretching his palms in the water, "In order to talk to Kane, you can think that I am looking for trouble."

"Is there a problem with Kane?" Heimdall slapped the master's hand away for the second time.

"You don't look surprised."

"I feel that today's Kane is a bit weird, although he has been so gloomy and inaccessible since he was expelled from the laboratory. The impression I have today is completely different from the past, as if a different person..." Haim Darl said dazedly.

The master's hands landed smoothly on Mr. Chairman's skin, and they were not waved away again.

"Maybe it's a different person." Victor said in Heimdall's ear.

Heimdall hesitated, "Do you know something?"

"Let me tell you about my experience today, we can chat while washing." The master's expression was extremely upright.

Heimdall stretched out his hand to push him away, stood up with a clatter, and strode towards the rockery, raising his voice sternly as he walked, "Mionir, who told you to climb up?"

The ambiguous atmosphere disappeared, Victor shook his head with a smile, and joined the ranks of watching the children.

Under the close surveillance of the two fathers, Baby Xiaomi slumped down from the first step of the rockery.