HP's Foreign Land

one,

This morning, Durmstrang's cafeteria was still as lively as usual. Activities such as reviewing homework, copying homework, writing letters, reading newspapers, gossiping, etc. were like a roaring assembly line day after day.Only the seventh graders who are used to gathering in the east corner are not the same as the recurring assembly line. In addition to the above-mentioned regular activities, they also add all kinds of worries about the upcoming graduation.

Everyone gathered around a few tables, and the relationship was clear at a glance.Heimdall and his four brothers are naturally a table.

The screams suddenly broke the busy but not chaotic early morning. The noise in the cafeteria was like a conveyor belt suddenly broken on the bearings, and the entire assembly line came to an abrupt stop.

The screaming did not stop due to the changes in the surroundings, and everyone soon discovered that the screaming came from the east corner occupied by the seventh grade.

The lower grades opened their heads and explored their brains, discussing a lot.The fifth and sixth grades are relatively calm, and they bump into each other several times every year when facing the graduation season.

Carlo, who was studying the history of magic, glanced at the next table and turned his eyes numbly.Compared with the astonishment of the lower grades, the pretended calmness of the fifth and sixth graders, and the complete indifference of the seventh graders.This is already the fourth student of the same grade who cried and howled at breakfast time this week.

Rian, who has already determined his work direction and has been approved by the unit he is about to work for, does not need to work hard for the graduation exam, is the most enviable and jealous person in the entire seventh-grade team-everyone is working hard, but he is working hard. Think about which edition of the Quidditch World Cup betting to enter.All Lian has to do now is to maintain a normal mind, and then bring his normal mind into the graduation exam.Therefore, he was the only one among the brothers present who had the leisure to look at the scenery outside the window.

"What happened to Alexander?" Ryan asked curiously.

Heimdall, who buried his head in his astronomy notes, thought what else to do, Alexander's classmate was under great pressure.

The Alexander in Rian's mouth is the seventh grader who screams again and again. He speaks German very fluently, but when people "can't help it", they usually behave without thinking. At this moment, Alexander's classmate kept muttering Dutch in between screams.

None of the classmates tried to persuade him, and everyone was overwhelmed.

As the urgency of graduation is approaching, mantras like "it's still early" can no longer be used as an excuse to continue to live and dream. The pressure on the shoulders of the seventh graders comes from many aspects, including the school, classmates, parents, and themselves.Although family situations vary, most students' stress comes primarily from their parents.

Heimdall's situation is not in most cases, the biological mother left early; father Rommel rarely - or even ever - put him under pressure; biological father Sirius Black probably never thought about it, Mr. Black In dealing with the relationship between father and son, he is cautious and cautious because of being at a loss. To put it more seriously, Heimdall occasionally feels that he is actually trying to please himself more often.The gap between the two is too ambiguous, and such a relationship cannot prompt one party to put pressure on the other.

but.

There is nothing empty on the shoulders of Chairman Sturluson. He is by no means as calm and composed as most seventh graders, nor is he deliberately acting like that in order to establish a tall and stalwart image in front of the lower grades With confidence.More than anyone else, Mr. Chairman wants to cry in the face of the wind and scream at ghosts, but he can't because of face.

His pressure came from the international Wizengamot, from his boss, Hollingworth.

When the couriers airdropped the mail packages over the heads of the students, Mr. Chairman wept silently at the entry standards issued by the personnel department of the newly arrived International Wizengamot.

It is expected that the history of magic requires full marks—wizards and judges need to talk about ancient times from time to time; astronomy requires more than eight points, although it is beyond expectations, but it is not too out of line, and if you strive for it, you may be able to complete the task; Potions requires full marks, is this too unreasonable? ? !Compared with subjects such as Charms, it is even more outrageous that only a pass is required to ensure that everything will be fine.Whether it is a wizard judge or a wizard judge, they are all aloof and use the law to convince others. To put it bluntly, they are talking and putting on airs. There is a fart for perfect marks in potions!

Even the veritaserum, which is one of the must-haves in the trial, is not handled by the judge himself, that is before it is sent to the wizard's court.

Chairman Strulusson remained calm on the surface, wiping tears in his heart.

Heimdall looked at Carlo in a blink of an eye, and the fat brother also had a sad face.

Carlo's whereabouts have been decided, and he resolutely rejected his stepfather's kindness to arrange an internship for him, and determined that he will work hard in France in the future. The "Mercury News" did not have too high a requirement for him. Caro's grades were more than [-]% safe, but Mr. Jones couldn't stand up to Mr. Jones' own high standards and strict requirements.In order to obtain the qualifications for the official press card examination after work, Carlo also faced difficulties in the graduation examination.

As Europe's largest producer of gossip, France's wizarding press credentials should be easy, if not easy.It's a pity that Carlo didn't catch up with the "golden age" of press card issuance.The number of wizard journalists in France far exceeds that of other European countries. The proliferation of "Uncrowned Tokens" once caused wizard news in France to get out of control. It was a period that made people laugh and cry.After the chaos subsided, the French Ministry of Magic revoked a large number of press cards. Since then, it has been extremely difficult to obtain a press card in France. The first step is to give you difficult questions in the graduation exam, and the focus of the difficult questions is different every year. Same, no trace at all.

Fat Brother was so miserable.

Leon is the more relaxed of the four brothers after Ryan.Leon’s difficulty comes from his family. I heard that his father set him goals, saying that if he failed to complete, he would be asked to change to another school to continue his studies--magic schools rarely repeat grades, and read from the beginning until he successfully completed the new round of seventh grade. year plan.That's why Bruelage doesn't dare to take it lightly.Heimdall thought that Leon's father might require him to get full marks in every subject, otherwise it would be no problem to use Leon's grades to be in the top ten of the grade.

Mr. Chairman realized that he had slipped away again, and quickly turned his attention back to his books, wrestling with the Potions formula bitterly.

two,

Before the seventh grade officially enters the sprint stage of the graduation exam, the school will conduct a final stage interview, which is one-on-one psychological counseling from professors of various subjects.What students need to do is to express their goals for this course during the chat with the professor, and let the professor arrange a set of highly targeted review methods according to their own level.

For the seventh grade, this is not the first interview, but it is the most important one.

It is worth mentioning that the headmaster will also join in this interview, and only magic schools with a low enrollment rate can do this.

After being honed by the professors of History of Magic, Charms, and Transfiguration, Heimdall arrived outside the room of the Potions professor. He lined up peacefully in the queue, waiting to be summoned.This situation reminded Heimdall that in his previous life, when he went to the hospital to see a doctor, he also waited in line with a sad face.

A student came out of Professor Laurent's room, and other students in the line outside stopped him.

"How is it? What did the professor tell you?"

Student Alexander was miserable, "The professor said that my current grades may not be able to achieve the goal I want..."

This was as expected, Alexander's Potions studies were not satisfactory. It wasn't that his Potions scores were not good, but that his scores were fluctuating. This was not only the case with Potions studies, but also his other grades were also unstable.

Everyone sent blessings one after another, and then silently prayed for good luck.

After another turn, Heimdall walked into Laurent's office under the watchful eyes of several buddies.

Seeing his expressionless expression, Laurent raised his hand and asked him to sit down.

Heimdall respectfully presented the entry indicators for the International Wizengamot.

Laurent looked at him for a while, and looked at him again with some changes. Heimdall felt that the professor's expression was a little bit more gloating - Chairman Strulusson quickly and firmly denied it.

"Full marks..." Professor Laurent's drawl was full of meaning.

"Yes, full marks." The scrawny reality made Heimdall lose his temper.

"I originally wanted to give you a difficult problem for your graduation exam, but it seems that I don't need to do anything extra." Laurent gave the greatest evaluation of IW's high threshold.

"Please raise your hands high." Heimdall bowed forward frustrated.

"Krum doesn't usually teach you? Although his potions are not outstanding, he didn't feel sorry for me, the teacher." Laurent said with a smile.

Heimdall understood what he meant, and smiled embarrassingly.

"Victor has a lot of things to do, so don't bother him, and what you teach is easy to understand, so you don't need him to superfluous."

"I think you should draw more legs for you."

Heimdall was afraid to speak immediately.

Laurent put down the "terrible" standard notice, pondered for a moment and asked, "If your graduation test scores fail to meet the standard, what kind of impact will it have on your work?"

Heimdall's expression became very subtle.

"You didn't ask?" Laurent asked.

Heimdall had a bitter face, Laurent understood, and his mood was even more uplifted.

Heimdall's situation is quite special. He is different from other seventh graders who are about to graduate. He has been in the job for several years, and now he is short of a diploma that can justify his name.The professors, including Laurent, originally thought that IW would not make things difficult for their staff in the graduation exam, but they did not expect that IW would be even more rude to their own people.

Laurent, who is a professor of Potions, of course would not write a letter of complaint to the IW department because of this. On the contrary, he was very happy to see that IW was unselfish.

"I will tell you the truth, Sturluson," said Laurent.

Heimdall sat upright.

"With your current attitude towards Potions, unless you memorize the entire book... No, even if you memorize the entire book, it won't help," Laurent said after a while. "Do you know why I always target you? There are so many students whose Potions grades are worse than yours."

"...Is it because of my attitude?"

Laurent nodded, "You don't care about this class at all."

"I've been studying Potions seriously," Heimdall retorted.

"That's because you are a student. Almost all magic schools arrange this course as a major course, and you have to learn it."

"As a student, I don't think I did anything wrong. Don't students learn because they are assigned?"

Laurent sighed, "If you can show one-third of the enthusiasm you have for Charms, I won't hold you. The feeling you give me is that you don't like to avoid deliberately, and the more you avoid, the more you will be repelled, so Your grades are always stagnant, not because your IQ is not enough!"

Heimdall was speechless, he really didn't like Potions.

"Even now, I can't force you to cultivate your enthusiasm for Potions. I've urged you for seven years, but it hasn't worked. Now there are only a few months left."

Heimdall blushed.

"Professor, no matter what you ask, I will try my best to do it." Heimdall lowered his head.

Laurent snorted.

three,

At dinner time, the seventh graders gathered again at the east corner of the cafeteria, more than half of them lost their minds.

Heimdall is one of them. He didn't expect to be slapped by the International Wizengamot when he graduated. It seems that IW is indeed as difficult to deal with as the legend says.It is even more difficult for one's own people.

Heimdall knocked his forehead against the book unconsciously, as if by doing so, the contents of the book could be bumped into his brain verbatim.

He has started to find another way...

There was another scream, and all the seventh grades were angry after locking on the target-you carefree bastard yelling like crazy!

Ryan quickly covered his mouth and lowered his head, pretending that he didn't exist, and waited until the hatred value dropped to zero before raising his head again.

"What's wrong?" Carlo asked.

The shrill sound just now was no worse than the howling ghosts and wolves during the day.

"Bulgaria lost." Ryan pushed the hateful newspaper into the middle of the table.

Carlo said in surprise, "Lost again?"

That's right, again.This is not the first time the Bulgarian team has lost. It is the third defeat since the start of the qualifiers - the Bulgarian team has lost three games in a row since the game against the US team.

"This is troublesome," Carlo frowned and picked up the newspaper. "If you lose again, the Bulgarian team will be eliminated during the qualifiers."

That was a big upset.

Heimdall was also aware of the seriousness of the problem, so he gave up his new attempt to "supplement" knowledge with his brain, and leaned over to read the newspaper beside Carlo.Ryan subscribed to an Austrian newspaper, and Heimdall easily read the huge headline in the German newspaper: The Eastern European Falcons lost their third game, and the prospects of the previous championship are worrying.

After experiencing the first and second defeats, the Bulgarian team's loss has not caused much disturbance in Europe. Compared with the overwhelming news reports and successive wars of words after the first defeat against the US team, the Wizards gradually lost In spite of the attention and anticipation for the previous champion, the heat that was close to the boiling point turned sharply, and now it is heading towards the freezing point without looking back.

This newspaper is no exception. The report of the loss does not take up too much space - more pages are given to the winning teams, and the analysis of the loss is also more objective. The team's criticism was worthless, and it was called the deep responsibility of love.

There are only two photos of the event quoted in the report, one is the sharp contrast between the emotions of the two teams at the end of the game; the other is a close-up of Victor Krum's expressionless face in the audience.

The deep meaning of the picture is self-evident.

Almost all wizards who have seen this picture are asking, should Krum appear in the next game?If you don't show up, you really have no chance.

Several friends looked at Heimdall in unison, and Heimdall shrugged.

Victor came back in the middle of the night, when Heimdall had already fallen asleep, and woke up immediately when he heard the noise.

The bedside lamp was lit.

"Did I wake you up?" Victor, who hadn't had time to take off his cloak, muttered annoyedly.

In fact, he shouldn’t have come back so late, it might have disturbed Rigg and Mionier’s sleep when he came back, and the team members also advised him to spend the night outside—the pampering and pampering on his body had been erased by years of running around. There are many stinky problems, but Victor's return to his heart is too fast to tell outsiders, so he came back, even if he can only sleep next to his family for 10 minutes, he is willing.

"I just fell asleep not long ago. I didn't fall asleep. You didn't wake me up." Heimdall took out his wand from under the pillow, stood up and waved it towards the bed, so that Mionir would not be affected by their voices.

Victor went to the bed to watch his son.

The flames in the fireplace shot up with a puff, and hot tea and several plates of snacks appeared on the table in front of the fireplace.

After changing his clothes and washing up, Victor sat down at the table, and Heimdall held his teacup to watch him devour it.

Heimdall asked, "Let Sheena get some more?"

"No, I ate tonight." Victor shook his head.

"What time is it now, I'm already hungry." Heimdall asked Hina to get some food.

Victor looked at the pie that suddenly appeared, and wondered, "What is this? Pizza?"

Well, it’s really like pizza. In fact, Heimdall’s original meaning was biscuits. After hearing his “creative idea”, Hina made a big round pizza-like pie, baked into a golden brown topped with Cheese, sesame, chives and chunks of pork filling.Although nondescript, the taste is not bad.

Victor ate a small piece, and the expression on his face seemed to be okay, and he didn't particularly appreciate it. Heimdall put a big cross on the "creative recipe" in his heart.

Victor, who was full, grabbed his napkin and wiped his mouth, then reached out to Heimdall across the table, and Heimdall sat on his lap holding his hand.The two hugged, kissed and rubbed each other, enjoying a moment of silence, after which Heimdall got up and sat down on the chair beside him.

Victor put his arms around his shoulders and asked softly, "How was the interview today?"

"The result can be imagined." Heimdall told Victor about the high index of the International Wizengamot, with the aggrieved tone in his voice fully revealed.

Victor smiled slightly, "Such achievements will save face in the future." The master knew exactly where to start. "Maybe the judge's evaluation when he was promoted to a judge can be added points."

Heimdall's complaints were less outrageous.

"Only a well-built foundation can support a tall building." The master drew a big cake for him.

Chairman Strulusson was really looking forward to it, and reluctantly decided to give it his all.

"I saw the coverage of the game today," Heimdall said.

Victor hummed.

Seeing that his expression was calm, Heimdall said again, "Is your team in a good mood?"

"It's okay. Although the coach was hit hard, everything is still under control. She had expected the result, so it's not completely unacceptable." Victor was obviously not in a high mood, and no one wanted to see a loss.

Summarizing the three losses of the Bulgarian team, the first and third of the three games were due to the fact that the seeker did not grab the Golden Snitch first. In the first game, the Chaser's aggressive advance and the goalkeeper's consecutive mistakes led to a huge gap in the score. The Seeker caught the Snitch first, but unfortunately still failed to overtake the score.

These three games were all due to the fact that the coach selected new players, and the newcomers did not perform as expected on the spot.

The call for the coach to step down resounded through the sky for a while.

"From the next round onwards, my name will be added to the starting list." Victor bit the pastry in Heimdall's mouth, and the two entangled their lips and tongues before separating.

Heimdall smacked his lips, looking unfinished.

Victor immediately picked up a biscuit and sucked it, looking straight at Heimdall.

Heimdall turned a blind eye and stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth.

The master ate the biscuit resentfully.

"The Bulgarian team's loss was not intentional by your coach, right?" Heimdall said suddenly.

"Why do you say that?" Victor was a little surprised.

"I feel that your coach is not a reckless person. Even if a new player plays, he won't lose everything."

In the arena, losing is tantamount to ruining your fortune, let alone the World Cup every four years, every step is cautious.

"After losing three games in a row, the attention paid to your Bulgarian team is obviously less, and the temperature of the discussion has dropped again and again. The blind admirers attracted by the championship title have also woken up from the cool breeze, and turned to the endless stream of players who are said to have the championship. phase team."

The master's expression became unpredictable.

Heimdall rubbed his face vigorously, "Who are you pretending to be, who are you pretending to be?! I'm not one of those Quidditch commentators who preach personality and actually like to see other people's misfortune. Don't fool me with this expression!" Heimdall was often frightened by this expression when he was a child, and he was immune to it long ago.

Victor was so rubbed that he couldn't hold back any expressions.

Heimdall finally let go, "How is Danle?"

Bulgaria's 'workhorse' Seeker Willy Danle headed into the starting lineup against the US when he was swept away by a Bludger with a powerful swing from the opposing batsman at 48 minutes into the game arena.He was dizzy until the next day, three ribs were broken, and his leg was also broken.Although there is a magical bone-growing treatment in the wizarding world, it cannot be effective instantly, and the wizard's bones also need a certain growth cycle.

Since the main Seeker was unable to play for the time being, the coach logically replaced the new Seeker, but the performance of this newcomer disappointed the eagerly awaited fans.

"Still sick in bed, unable to play." Victor shook his head, but his expression was not so regretful.

Mionir turned over on the bed, muttering in his mouth, as if there were signs of waking up, Heimdall hurriedly turned off the lamp beside the bed, and walked quickly to the side of the bed when the child closed his eyes and stretched his hand to the side, holding the child hands.The uneasiness on Mionier's face and the restlessness in his body quickly subsided.

After making sure that the child fell asleep, Heimdall opened his hand lightly, and tucked Mionir's quilt again.

He turned around, Victor's expression was gentle with a hint of deepness.

"What are you thinking?" Heimdall said deliberately lightly.

"I've already met my grandmother." Victor said as concisely as possible.

Mrs. Krum's previous behaviors broke Heimdall's heart, and at the same time drained Heimdall's little patience, so Viktor rarely mentioned it in front of Heimdall.

Heimdall didn't have much reaction, and asked flatly, "What did she say?"

"She was extremely reluctant to disclose it at first, but she stopped insisting after I confessed our guesses." Victor said.

"No surprise." Heimdall smiled half-smile.

Old Mrs. Krum must have been tossing and turning for several nights in a row. She thought she was sure of everything, but it turned out to be a waste of time.Not only was Heimdall unscathed, but the curse that turned her face was still firmly entrenched on her head, eating away at her life and threatening her descendants.

"She has a request." To be honest, Victor was ashamed to say it.

It's about her life and death, it's about the descendants of the Krum family, and she even made a condition.

The expression on the master's face made Heimdall feel very fresh, and he rarely saw an expression of embarrassment on Victor's face.The master's vivid expression weakened the negative impact of Mrs. Krum's unreasonable troubles on Heimdall. Because Viktor did not speak for a long time, Heimdall said, "She wants to see Mionir, doesn't she?"

Victor nodded in surprise, and then felt that it was not surprising to guess with Rigg's mind.

"I said I wouldn't let Mionir see her again." Heimdall said firmly.

Victor didn't say anything, he didn't know how to ask Heimdall to change his mind, it was really hard to say that.

"To be disrespectful, isn't your grandmother too old to walk?" Heimdall left this sentence and went straight into the bathroom.

Victor was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face, and he chased after him.