HP's Foreign Land

When the long pointer on the giant clock hanging on the top of the Durmstrang Clock Tower slid towards the number "6", members of the Quidditch school team scrambled into the cafeteria.They didn't even have time to remove their protective equipment, they were fully armed.Some team members even forgot to leave their brooms on the practice field, and rushed to the long table with their cars.

There was half an hour left for breakfast, the most merciful day for the captain, who had gone to class hungry both yesterday and the morning before.

As soon as Victor sat down, he heard Duncan on the right tease with a surprised tone: "Have you finally decided to bow down under my wizard robe?"

Heimdall replied solemnly, "Still making the final struggle." After speaking, he turned around and took another flower, and handed it to Victor.

"Then you have to hurry up, there are too many people who need my love, I can't wait too long." The school team members laughed because of his undisguised promiscuity and arrogance.Duncan took it for granted and didn't care. He held up the silver-blue butterfly in his hand, and said suspiciously: "Honey, this thing looks expensive. Isn't your pursuit cost a little bit more?!" He looked around, surprised It was found that there was almost one flower in the entire cafeteria. "I have to question your love." Finally, Mr. Orville made a concluding speech.

Victor glanced at the huge wooden box suspended behind Heimdall, and then took the flower. "A variety of silver-blue butterfly iris, 117 golden Galleons, one flower, produced in Liechtenstein Variant Flower Cultivation Center, seedling number 00763." He traced back to the source without thinking.

The members of the school team who had already received the flowers stared wide-eyed, looking back at the "117 Galleons" in their hands in astonishment.

Heimdall looked at Victor in surprise.

Bernick shook the silver-blue butterfly he just got. "Don't make a fuss, you know what our family does. Many flowers are raw materials that can be used as medicine, and there are many grown at home." He lowered his head and looked critically at the expensive plants that could be classified as "luxury goods". "Although I don't know as much about flowers and plants as Victor, I still know the name of the silver blue butterfly. In terms of medicinal value, the healing effect of 117 gold Galleons and 6 silver Sickles is the same."

Heimdall curled his lips, "I thought your family only grew roses."

Victor raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where did the flowers come from?"

"From a generous man from Liechtenstein."

Heimdall turned around in surprise, and found that Duncan was looking at the white envelope.Mr. Orville has sharp eyes and quick thinking, and knows to look for clues directly from the wooden box. "Can you?" He looked at Heimdall.

Heimdall shrugged, please go ahead.

In a few words, it is clear at a glance.

After a while, Duncan muttered something in French, and the students around him who could understand French laughed in unison.

"Look, guys." He handed the letter to Victor. "I have always believed that women are better at mathematics than men in choosing gifts, and now I have to admit that this Mr. Claus knows the hidden rules well and is even better." He said exaggeratedly. "How lucky to be born into one of the few families in Europe that can afford him such extravagance. If I were Adam Krauss, I would thank my heavenly father every moment for his favor."

Bernick also saw those two lines, and he said with emotion: "Not everyone can afford a flower worth 117 Galleons, let alone a whole box."

Victor looked up at Heimdall, who was still distributing flowers in an orderly manner. "How do you plan to write a reply?" This is a completely personal matter, and he knows he shouldn't ask too much, but he still can't help but want to ask.

Heimdall stopped and looked at him. "Do you have to go back?"

Duncan laughed suddenly. "I sympathize with Mr. Claus." He held up the "love letter." "That's right, Rigg, it's nothing, he's just teaching you how to master the versatility of plants."

"You don't have to make sarcastic remarks, I know what you mean, are you mocking me for not being enlightened?" Heimdall pursed the corners of his mouth angrily. "Adam Cross knows how to use money smarter than you think. In fact, he has already estimated my price. If I were a piece of china, a painting or a hand-woven tapestry, he would I will buy it without saying anything. Unfortunately, I am not. So he had to change the channel and turn the money for the tapestry into a gift to please people.” He deliberately walked to the side of the big wooden box, creating a feeling of hugging flowers , A picture of pretending to be happy. "Although there is an uncomfortable feeling of being forcibly judged, I still thank him from the bottom of my heart for estimating my price so high."

Duncan was dumbfounded, and there were rare moments when he was speechless. "Didn't expect me, Duncan Orville, to be mistaken." He recovered his voice after a long while. "It's not that this kid is not enlightened at all, he just disdains enlightenment."

At this time, Edmund's co-captain August walked into the cafeteria. "What can't be enlightened?!" Mr. Captain stared. "Give you time to eat and chat here? It's too inefficient!"

The faces of the Quidditch players changed drastically, and they stuffed something into their mouths, desperately creating the illusion of "I'm busy".

Before leaving the cafeteria, almost every member of the school team thanked Heimdall, and some even touched his head and patted his shoulder very affectionately.

Victor was about to leave with the main force, but his robe was grabbed from behind. "What's wrong?" he asked back.

Heimdall let go of his robe, and whispered uncomfortably, "Is it necessary to write a reply in this case?"

Victor raised the corners of his mouth when he heard the words, pretending to be puzzled, and asked, "What kind of situation?"

Heimdall stretched his face sullenly: "Don't be sloppy, I know you understand."

Victor stared at him and said, "Don't write."

Heimdall murmured to himself, "I didn't intend to write it in the first place."

"Replying the letter is a disguised form of encouragement." Victor stepped closer, his fingertips gently sliding across Heimdall's cheek. "You know what I mean?" he whispered.

A sense of trembling ran through his back in an instant, and before Heimdall could understand what was going on, Victor had already left with his hands.

***

After Heimdall got used to the teaching arrangement of the new semester and was able to easily handle the not-so-busy homework, he devoted the rest of his time to the laboratory.

The "attendance rate" of his laboratory remained the same, without any improvement, while other laboratories were as crowded and bustling as ever.It would be a lie to say that he didn't envy him, but he couldn't do it if he was asked to stay at the door of the research rooms and wait for the call.

In this way, there is a lot of leisure time for him to squander.

At first, Heimdall's way of passing the time was to set up the experimental laboratory, and then continue to do what he couldn't finish last semester.Facts have proved that the booklet Neil gave is very useful. The magic introduced in it is concise and practical, and the effect is quite good. No wonder the owner of the booklet highly respects it.

Heimdall always thought that Veronica Klum was Bernick's own sister (or at least a cousin or something), because the latter had always been kind to call her sister.This trip to Bulgaria made Heimdall understand that although she is a Krum, she is a child of distant relatives. When she was nine years old, she was adopted under the name of Vidin and Daisy and became their daughter. Not directly related to the orthodox Krum of Bulgaria.

It is said that Mrs. Krum personally handled the matter of adoption. The strange thing is that she is willing to publicly admit this granddaughter, but she is unwilling to let her granddaughter live in the house. Except for the inevitable visits during the holidays, she does not meet at all other times.

Because of Bernick's strange expression when he mentioned this matter, Heimdall didn't dare to ask further.However, when he thought of Nell's romantic affair that was enough to be compiled into a book, he seemed to understand why Mrs. Krum acted like this.

Constant cleaning, fiddling with seats, swinging furniture, moving books, flying all kinds of experimental equipment, etc... After working for three days in a row, he had to leave, the place had been kept spotless by him, Even the old dirt in the grooves of the furniture decorations was cleaned up for him. For this reason, Xi Na cried and asked him to raise his hand and stop working hard.

After that, Heimdall was invited out of the laboratory.

His focus shifted from indoors to outdoors, to the corridors to be precise.

The experimental research room is located at the bottom end of the research room corridor, which is the last room.Six meters away on the right side of it is the Wizard Chess Design and Research Office, which loves to "make cars behind closed doors".The reason why this research room likes to work behind closed doors is mainly because the members here are always in a hurry and like to keep the whole room tightly covered, for fear that others will copy their incomparable latest designs.In fact, they were overthinking. Except for the experimental research laboratory, the Wizard Chess Design Research Laboratory is the "three small" research laboratories with the least number of participants, the least number of entries, and the least number of finished products among all the research laboratories.Students with a little brains and some pursuits will never get involved.

Duncan Orville pointed out sharply: The Wizard Chess Design and Research Office is constantly wasting the school's resources while admiring itself.

The fact is that no teacher wants to contain it, because the head of the room is named Lacarini.

On the left hand side of the experimental research room is an abandoned corridor about 27 meters long and five meters wide. The entire space is about 130 square meters.It was not like this a long time ago. There were no blanks in the corridors of the research room at the beginning of the design, and the design drawings at that time can still be viewed in the rare book collection area of ​​the library. The blanks now are those that failed to stand the test of time and were eliminated by reality left by the labs.

Heimdall stood at the gate of the experimental research room all afternoon. When it was dark, he made up his mind. Since it has been idle, it is better to give it to those who need it.

At this time, the toffee, which was scaled to the size of an husky, poked its head out of the door. Heimdall smiled and waved at it, and it quickly ran over.

"What do you think of this corridor?" He squatted down to look at his Chimera friend.

Toffee looked around, and then ran back and forth in the abandoned corridor like flowers, looking very satisfied.

"More than 100 square meters is enough to accommodate your original size." Heimdall smiled because of his excitement. "It's wronged you to always be like this." He couldn't bear it and said with self-blame.

Toffee arched him with a soft body in a considerate manner, and then walked around the corridor with wide eyes, looking up at the towering stone pillars of Efeng Mountain, the walls decorated with exquisite patterns, reliefs, and the round giants. Eyes full of anticipation.

The black cat pod walked out of the research room slowly, and jumped onto the stone handrail outside the corridor.

"Sometimes I feel like my choices are wrong," Heimdall sighed. "Perhaps it shouldn't be allowed to leave its original living environment."

【Yeah? ] Pod doesn't see it that way. 【Since when did you start feeling sentimental?Humans just like 'I think' 'maybe' 'shouldn't'.There is nothing wrong with knowing how to reflect, but if you think too complicated, you will have problems.If you don't believe me, you can ask this Chimera. ] After a moment of silence, Heimdall squinted at the black cat. "It's called toffee, don't always be Chimera, Chimera."

[It's also your human preference to choose a name every now and then! 】

"After all, you still don't like the name 'Pod', it's so catchy."

The black cat let out a piercing squeal.

Heimdall picked out his ears calmly. "Who should I contact to apply for expanding the laboratory space?" He said blankly. "Should I just go to the principal directly?"

A deep voice with an inaudible tone came from behind: "According to the procedure, you should first draft a detailed application report and submit it to the student union. After receiving the report, the student union will hold a meeting to discuss and solicit other studies according to the size of your application. According to the head of the office, if everything goes well, the school will readjust the existing area for you, and finally, what you have to do is to copy a formal application and submit it to the principal together with the evaluation process report of the student union."

"Thank you for your information, Mr. Lacarlini." Heimdall turned around and said calmly. "Excuse me, can I ask another question?" His voice stopped Lacarini Jr. from leaving, and he looked back.

Heimdall looked up into his half-closed eyes. "Excuse me, what does it mean to 'seek the opinions of the directors of other research departments'?"

"It makes sense why this corridor has remained idle until today," said Lacarini Jr. "Ten years ago, it was classified as the public area of ​​the various research offices. If you want to apply for private use, you can, but you must seek the consent of other directors if the area exceeds the average allocation, because they have no right to maintain their own research. Obligations and responsibilities for the rights and interests of the office.”

"I think I understand, thank you very much for being so patient in explaining to me."

"Can I ask? How much area do you plan to apply for?"

"All."

"Well, that's another matter." Lacarini Jr. said lightly. "Good luck."

Heimdall had to admire him for not changing his expression.

"Thank you, that's what I need." Heimdall nodded his thanks.