HP's Foreign Land

one,

The conversation between the two men standing in front of the open wooden bookshelf was interrupted by the commotion at the coffee table. Lange apologized and walked over quickly.The water stains on Jeanna's skirt had been cleaned by Heimdall's magic, and he didn't dare to raise his wand to greet the lady's little face.

Jeanne was not dissatisfied with his momentary "expression of true feelings", and took the handkerchief Lange handed over to wipe her cheeks.

"I'm sorry." Heimdall apologized again.

"It's okay, I know it's amazing, I'm prepared." Jeanna smiled understandingly.

Heimdall felt that there was an inexplicable pleasure in her smile, and he couldn't figure out where the pleasure came from for the time being. He thought for a moment and looked at Lange.

"Congratulations, Andrew." Heimdall believed he understood what he was talking about.

"Thank you." Lange really knew it well.

The warm smile on Langer's face let the couple know that he was looking forward to the coming new life from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm fine dear," Jeanne patted Lange's arm, meeting his concerned eyes. "Please continue the topic of men, we also have our own little secret." She grabbed Heimdall's arm, as if she were a good girlfriend.

Chairman Sturluson couldn't laugh or cry, and then he thought about it, let's have girlfriends. Compared with other males, he is indeed "safer".

Lange nodded, asked Jeanne softly, turned around and gestured to Victor, and the two turned back to the bookshelf.

From the beginning to the end, Mionier, who didn't quite understand what kind of riddle they were playing, relaxed his widened eyes, chewed his snacks obediently and said nothing, and Jeanna's eyes fell on the pouting milk baby, her eyes couldn't tell. kind and gentle.

"Mionir hasn't greeted me yet!" Jeanna pretended to be wronged.

Mionier smiled innocently, "Sister."

Jeanne was about to respond cheerfully, but was blocked by Heimdall's correction.

"I'm going to call you auntie." Heimdall said firmly.

Jeanna's expression became a little unwilling. After some psychological struggle, she reluctantly chose to accept it.

When a woman has a child, her worth plummets...

The two adults and one child were silent for a while.

Heimdall put down his glass and broke the silence, "You haven't graduated yet." Why are you so impatient and can't wait for a few months?

"I'm already an adult." Jeanna disagreed.

"How did your parents respond?"

"My mother doesn't know; my father watched me for an hour without saying a word," Jeanne murmured with lingering fear.

"You didn't let your mother know? Instead, you told your father?" Heimdall always thought that Jeanna's mother and daughter were on the same side on Lange's issue.

"Of course such a big event should be disclosed to the head of the family first. I'm not married yet."

"You also know that you are not married yet?"

Rangna pursed her lips, "I know this is not good..."

Not only is it not good, it has caused "human life".

Jeanne seemed reluctant to go deeper into this topic, probably because she had been muttered a lot recently, so she turned her attention to Mionnier very bluntly.

"Xiaomi, sister, well, how about Auntie's daughter marrying you in the future?"

Mionier blinked his eyes, wondering if "marry you" is a magical concept... Can it be eaten?

Heimdall laughed, "He is still young and doesn't understand anything, besides, how do you know that he will have a daughter?"

Jean Na stared, "Are you actually sexist?! If I gave birth to a son, you wouldn't want it?"

Heimdall was dumbfounded, no wonder it was said that pregnant women are intermittently unreasonable.

"Mionir accepts it, so I accept it." Heimdall shrugged. He could completely accept that there might be a male daughter-in-law in the future. "My cousin once said that he was looking forward to getting closer with me. At that time, I thought that I would never have children in this life. Now it seems that it is worth looking forward to."

Heimdall wiped the crumbs from Mionnier's mouth with a handkerchief, triumphantly hinting at his son's popularity, the future tense of the Malfoy family, the little lolita who were jealous before, and the future tense of the Lange family.

Jeanna saw the coquettishness under the calm surface of Chairman Strulusson, and curled her lips secretly. Her and Andrew's child must be so good that it makes people jealous, just wait and see!

"This is what you said, don't deny it when the time comes." Jeanna even took out the magic parchment that can be recorded, and prepared to record the evidence just in case.

Come prepared? !Chairman Sturluson was even more beaming.

two,

The family of three had lunch, and Mionier went to the guest room to take a nap accompanied by Jeanne; Victor was so obsessed with Lange's small art collection that he plunged into the warehouse and couldn't get out; Heimdall followed Lange into the room. Study, facing the terrible Potions.

"Sit." Lange went straight to the desk, and Heimdall sat down on the cushion chair that appeared out of nowhere in front of the desk.

Lange took out a small stack of papers from the straw woven parchment basket on the desk, glanced down and put them down, and leaned back on the chair.

He smiled at Heimdall first.

"Your Potions scores have improved significantly recently," Lange said.

"The product of strong pressure, I'm afraid I won't remember anything in the exam room." Heimdall said half-jokingly.

"If you have time to think about this, it seems that you are still capable." Lange straightened his back and leaned forward.

"I'm making fun of it." Heimdall shook his head.

Lange looked at him for a while, and then said: "Well, let me pick a few questions for you to try. I want to see the fruits of your latest labor with my own eyes."

Heimdall didn't object.

Lange took out a blank sheet of paper, which was not blank, but a simple test paper. It seemed that the couple came prepared.

"I'll give you one hour. After the written test, there will be a potion manipulation test." Lange looked at the clock on the wall and set a time for handing in the paper with Heimdall.

Heimdall picked up the quill beside him and focused on the test paper.

After 10 minutes, he finished writing the answer, but instead of handing in the paper right away, he chose a different method than before and dragged on for 60 minutes.Afterwards, under Lange's signal, he walked to the potion making table that had been prepared. After getting acquainted with the various utensils, he picked up the paper placed next to the crucible shelf and carefully read the words on it.

During this period, Lange did not specifically supervise his behavior. In Professor Langer's view, it is hopeless if he still does not forget to "find another way" at this time.

Heimdall read the uncomplicated topic back and forth no less than three times before turning to face the cauldron.He picked up the basket at hand and went to the wide variety of storage racks, collected the raw materials needed to make potions into the basket one by one, and after double-checking, he walked back to the workbench and lit the fire to make it.

Lange calmly held up the book with a light blue cover that seemed to be very profound - Heimdall couldn't understand the title of the book, and seemed to be concentrating on it, but in fact it was used to cover his attention. Lange raised his eyes from the back of the book from time to time. Get out and watch Heimdall from preparation to final perfection.

When Chairman Sturluson put down his hand and turned to look at Lange, Professor Lange was still obsessed with esoteric literature, and seemed to be ignorant of everything outside.

Heimdall called him, and he was taken aback dramatically, and reluctantly put down the book in his hand.

Lange picked up a feather casually and swept it towards the light gray smoke floating above the cauldron. The white feather turned into a patterned feather. He then threw the feather into the cauldron. Meteors swept across the field with huge energy.

Black holes of various sizes were burned out on the tabletop, floor, and wall, and scorched marks were everywhere, which was shocking, and the pungent smell permeated the room.

Heimdall hesitated, "You don't have to do that."

Who is as honest as Lange in trying potions?

Lange was noncommittal to his muttering, and the damage the potion brought to the room seemed insignificant to him, so he didn't even twitch his brows.

"Yes, I have nothing to teach you." Lange was straightforward.

Heimdall didn't believe it, "Although we are friends, you can't fool me at this time. I assure you, your strictness to me will never shake our friendship."

"You misunderstood me." Lange said gently. "Actually, the most taboo thing about improving potions is to blindly seek innovation. Professor Laurent and Professor Snape's strict control of you has achieved remarkable results. After seeing your potion operation today, I am even more sure of my judgment. There is nothing wrong with the teaching method, what you have to do is to accumulate and consolidate what you have learned so far.”

Professor Lange saw very clearly just now that although Heimdall's series of operations were not smooth and smooth, they were skilled and experienced. An additional grinding process was added; the book said to smash it open, and he poked the opening with the tip of a knife to pour out the liquid inside; the book said to stir three times, he stirred it clockwise three times, and then counterclockwise three times... ...and so on and on and on.

It fully shows that Heimdall has indeed worked hard on this class before. Anyone who has studied Potions knows that the essentials of making Potions are not learned from books.

Heimdall was skeptical, it wasn't that he didn't have confidence in himself, he just wasn't sure about his potions talent.

"I heard that after the New Year's holiday, Professor Laurent began to give you targeted counseling?" Lange said again.

"Yes."

"Then why do you hesitate?"

"I'm not that bad now, am I?"

"Step by step is very important, your learning attitude is the driving force that controls your progress or retreat."

Heimdall gained some confidence, he giggled twice, and rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

"Thank you, Andrew."

Lange held his outstretched right hand, "I've seen your progress, keep working hard."

"Thank you, I will." Heimdall smiled.

"Oh, right," Heimdall suddenly thought of something. "The gender of the child Jeanna conceives is still unknown, right?"

"I don't intend to find out whether it is a man or a woman in advance. We decided to let nature take its course." When it comes to children, Lange, who is as stable as he is, can't help but be excited.

we?

"Jeanne thinks so too?" Heimdall asked.

"We discussed it." Lange smiled.

Heimdall exhaled, Mrs. Lange is planning to rely on Mionnier's rhythm, she is so unconfident in her baby?Do you feel at ease in your heart because you are married?

Heimdall told Lange about Jeanne's proposal, and Lange couldn't help laughing.

"It would be great if it can be done." Lange did not reject Heimdall as in-laws.

"Let it be." Professor Lange finally concluded slowly.

three,

This morning, Heimdall was called to the office by the anxious principal again, saying that he had something important to discuss—Karkaroff had nothing unimportant.Fortunately, he just came out of Advanced Potions class, and after hastily instructing Leon to go to the library to occupy a place for him, Chairman Struluson quickened his pace and trotted all the way into the principal's office.

Karkaroff enthusiastically pointed at the table and chairs as if he saw a relative. Before Heimdall could take a break, Karkaroff suddenly roared and slapped the table hard, and the teacup that Heimdall was holding almost slipped out.

Heimdall forced himself to take a sip of tea calmly, then looked at Karkaroff without saying a word.

In the face of this principal, silence speaks louder.

Sure enough, Karkaroff opened up the next second.

What could be the reason for Mr. Principal's visions?That's right, three sentences are inseparable from educational evaluation.

During this period, Heimdall had already had various guesses in his mind, and he decisively picked the least ideal question.

"Could it be that our school's educational evaluation has gone wrong again?"

"Crow mouth!" Karkaroff glared.

Heimdall kept his mouth shut, as long as it wasn't this, everything else would be easy. He drank the fragrant tea with peace of mind, and comfortably stuffed a piece of snack into his mouth.

Karkaroff expressed his indignation at his "passive sabotage", slapping the table and saying: "As the president of the student union in Durmstrang, you must correct your work attitude!"

Heimdall quickly put down his cup, wiped the crumbs from his mouth, and sat upright.His Distinguished Alumni Medal depends on this one in front of him!

Karkaroff affirmed his conviction that he knew he was wrong. He waved his wand, and the letter spread out on the table flew into Heimdall's hand.Heimdall glanced quickly, and a look of surprise gradually appeared on his face.

"That's a good thing!" he said.

It's like pie in the sky.

The letter was sent from the headquarters of the European Wizarding Education Evaluation Conference. The headquarters first affirmed Durmstrang's outstanding contributions in the field of education over the years; secondly, he explained the various difficulties and challenges faced by the headquarters. ——In short, it is to give yourself money; once again informed the evaluation team of the next work plan, the German school will face the team's inspection again, this time for the evaluation itself; finally, the European Wizard Education Evaluation Conference is very happy to inform Durmstrang College, your school may be a representative of the European Wizarding Education Evaluation Conference, and will be pushed to the International Wizarding Education Evaluation Conference to accept the highest level of evaluation and assessment.

God knows, Durmstrang was just expected to be evaluated by the European Educational Evaluation Conference, and then he reached the sky in a blink of an eye?The International Wizarding Education Evaluation Conference?Before that, he didn't even dare to think about it. I believe that Professor Karkaroff is also...

Heimdall stared at the headmaster's high-spirited, no-nonsense demeanor, and was silent for a moment. The headmaster always looks far ahead.

"How did this good thing happen to Durmstrang?" Heimdall asked curiously.

To be honest, he doesn't really believe that there are pies that fall on the head for no reason.

Karkaroff warned, "I don't like the way you speak, Sturluson!"

"I'm sorry, Professor." Heimdall apologized immediately.

Karkaroff put on a magnanimous look, "Forget it this time, don't talk like that in the future."

"Yes, Mr. Headmaster."

"This time," Karkaroff coughed unnaturally, "you can see for yourself." Another letter flew into Heimdall's hands.

The sender is Katenin.

Katenen recently represented Durmstrang at school to participate in social activities. This was originally Karkaroff's job, but their headmaster occasionally got angry, and whenever he met some people he didn't meet, he would As for the selective neglect, Katenen, as the honorary principal, had no choice but to go beyond his authority to participate.

The content of Katenin's letter is simple and clear, omitting the concise and concise greetings, and reading it in three or five strokes.

Heimdall suddenly realized that it was Professor Dumbledore from Hogwarts who elected representatives to the European Wizarding Education Evaluation Conference this time.With Dumbledore's international reputation and status, no wizarding organization dared to listen to it.

Katenin wrote that the reason for Dumbledore's recommendation was very simple. Instead of letting other schools compete for a qualifying spot, it is better to take care of Durmstrang, who is also one of the three major magic schools in Europe.Of course these are secrets, otherwise Durmstrang's hatred would be too ecstasy.

"What are you going to do?" Heimdall returned the letter.

"What should I do?" Karkaroff frowned.

"Since Durmstrang was recommended by Professor Dumbledore, shouldn't you express it?" Writing a thank you letter is also good!

"It's not that I asked him to recommend it. It's his business that he is willing to recommend Durmstrang, and I didn't ask him to do so." Karkaroff was a rascal and confident.

Heimdall was speechless, "...Professor Dumbledore is for the sake of being one of the top three in Europe, so we can't turn a blind eye to his friendship. I believe Professor Katenen thinks so too."

Karkaroff was a little dissatisfied with Heimdall for moving Katenin out to suppress him, so he said with a sullen face: "Since you think you should write a thank-you letter, then I will leave it to you. My heart is full of gratitude."

Emma started to taunt, and Heimdall felt that he was old and innocent: You yourself dared not face Dumbledore because of your "young mistakes", so don't blame me. Evil forces are approaching.

Heimdall calmed down and said, "I am the chairman of the student union, how can I write a thank you letter to the principal of another school on behalf of the school?"

"You suggest that you settle it, that's it, hurry back to class, Strulusson." Karkaroff waved him off impatiently.

four,

"What are you thinking?" Leon said. "The complexion is very ugly."

Heimdall was melancholy for a while in the quiet library: "I'm thinking about making a Karkaroff quill."

"Why the headmaster's quill?"

"In the future, if he asks me to write a thank-you letter for him, I won't be helpless." Heimdall sighed.

Leon showed a puzzled expression, and Heimdall grinned, "It's nothing, it's all trivial."

Alexander, who was in the seventh grade, came to the table where the two of them were sitting, "Rig, I won't ask for leave."

Heimdall found that his face was full of depression, which was completely different from the joy when he asked for leave with him.

Durmstrang announced to the outside world that he lived on campus, and he was not allowed to ask for leave to leave school at will, but after he really entered Durmstrang, he would understand that all the regulations were just printed words on paper, and they all served wizards.In fact, Durmstrang has a little difficulty in asking for leave except for the first grade. The higher the grade, the lower the restrictions. As long as the maximum number of days of leave is not exceeded, the school basically turns a blind eye.

"Okay, I see." Heimdall didn't ask further.

Alexander turned away sullenly.

Alexander's previous reason for asking for leave was very general: something happened at home, and Heimdall, also in the seventh grade, knew what his "something" was.Classmate Alexander is a dutiful son. He would go home to celebrate his mother's birthday every year at this time, but he didn't make the trip in the first grade.It stands to reason that the trip should go smoothly this year, but I don't know why I suddenly changed my mind.

"He's not going back either?" Carlo returned to his seat with a picture book on herbalism and plants. He didn't miss the scene just now.

Heimdall thought about it, and it was true.

"The few who originally asked for leave seem to have decided not to take leave." Heimdall raised his eyebrows. "What's going on? Could it be that the outside has become a dragon's pool and a tiger's den?"

Li'an, who didn't come to the library to review together, is lying comfortably in front of the dormitory fireplace at this moment, flipping through the broomstick reading materials in his hand, laughing from time to time when he sees the wonderful things, so leisurely and enviable.

There was a pile of newspapers at his feet, which he brought back from the cafeteria for his buddies, most of them were evening papers.Among them, the "European Star" subscribed by Leon is a comprehensive newspaper that collects news about various wizards in Europe. Today, "Starlight" published a sensational piece of news in the "Likely True" section.However, "Starlight" obviously didn't want to miss such an explosive moment, so it still published it, but carefully listed it in the "Likely True or False" section with huge question marks flashing.

As a part of this section, it is so inconspicuous in a corner of the whole layout with a few words.

It is currently just a gossip that needs to be verified, not enough to attract people's attention. Many wizards who have subscribed to the "European Star" glanced at the headline of this news, or turned a blind eye to it, or let out a contemptuous snort .

It didn't attract the slightest attention, just like the bad coffee poured with milk on the breakfast table, the two colors blended, and the flying cone swirl formed the same taste.

Except for the wizards who live in the plausible places mentioned in the news.

Chairman Sturluson has a "crow's mouth".