HP's Foreign Land

On this day, Duncan pretended to be unwell and did not go to class.Heimdall also stayed in the dormitory, working hard on scientific and cultural knowledge.

"Do you have plans for summer vacation?"

"Summer vacation?" Heimdall raised his head from the book, "It's still early, we'll talk about it later."

"There's only half a month left." Duncan, who was leaning on the bed and reading a magazine, turned his face and said, "Are you interested in going back to France with me? Go and see the elegant demeanor of French beauties."

"If the French beauty can let me write down this entire potion making encyclopedia, I will immediately fly to Paris to kiss your country's Miss Magic."

France launched the Mister Magic and Miss Magic selection mechanism 20 years ago, similar to the beauty contest in the Muggle world.It's just that the selection criteria in the wizarding world are more stringent. Appearance is of course important, and honors such as personal magic level and outstanding contributions are also included in the scoring criteria.

"Rigrig, you're going to be a nerd."

Heimdall noticed that he didn't call him a doll anymore, which was fine.

"Because I want to give myself at least seven more years to live."

Duncan looked at the tome that was almost as thick as city bricks, shook his head and said, "It's really a shame, you should join our Quidditch team, the three of us will cover you."

"That's making yourself guilty."

Duncan lamented seriously, "If you read too many books, your brain will get knotted. It's like this at a young age. How can you grow up?"

"Then according to Mr. Orville's unique opinion, what should I do?"

Duncan immediately held up the magazine in his hand, "This is what a man should pursue for a lifetime, and everything else is fake."

It was a French porn magazine.The witch on the cover has eyes wide open and her breasts are half open, her robe hangs precariously on her right shoulder, her snow-white thighs sway restlessly from left to right, the whole picture is sexy and full of sexual hints.

Heimdall thought angrily: it's the problem to pursue that thing at the age of ten.

Probably the dismissive look on Heimdall's face stimulated Duncan, and he said, "It's too early to tell you this, the brat who hasn't even grown his hair doesn't understand the profound connotation of this."

What is difficult to understand, is not the male hormone.Heimdall put aside the book, stepped forward and took out the magazine and flipped through it.

Duncan was a little surprised at first, then he laughed strangely and turned over and sat up.

"How?" said Duncan.

Heimdall handed the book back: "Which one do you think is better?"

Duncan turned to the large coloring page in the middle, patted it, and then said in a big brother-like tone: "This."

What vision? !Heimdall immediately despised it, grabbed the book again and turned to the penultimate eighth page. "This is the beauty. Look at yours, and then look at this. The body is well-proportioned, the convex and the warped, it is the golden ratio. And look at the skin, healthy wheat color, even and smooth skin tone, just look at it I know it feels very good in the hand. The proportions of the facial features are perfect, especially those big and bright eyes, which are very seductive." Putting the magazine back into Duncan's hand. "Dairy cows are not the standard of beauty, the key is temperament." By the way, she made a seductive S-shape, "It is also well-proportioned. This is also very important."

Mr. Duncan Orville stared stupidly at the eighth-to-last page, and had to admit that it was.After a long time, he said depressedly: "You should continue reading textbooks."

In the evening, the other two also came back.

As soon as he entered the door, Bernick asked impatiently, "Rig, how do you plan to spend your summer vacation?"

"Stay in school."

Bernick's face collapsed when he heard that, and he slowly took out a Black Queen from the closet and threw it to Victor.

The latter caught it with precision.

Duncan laughed when he saw this, "If this continues, the whole chess set will belong to Victor."

Heimdall raised his head, "You bet me again?"

Bernick was extremely discouraged, "And I've failed again."

They are not gamblers.The two sons of the Krum family are competing for an ancestral wizard chess game.This wizard chess set is one of the family heirlooms. The chess pieces themselves are not rare, they are carved from ordinary wood. The problem is that the person who carved them was the great-great-grandfather of the two sons.At first they decided to split evenly, with Bernick taking black and Victor taking white.At some point, the two began to bet with the chess pieces in each other's hands. After several rounds, Victor was sure to win every bet, and Bernick's chance of counterattack became increasingly slim.

"By the way, are you really planning to stay at school? Rommel didn't say anything?" After this trouble, Bernick almost forgot about it.

"No." To be honest, Heimdall didn't even remember that he had a father.

"Go back to Bulgaria with us." Victor said, "I'm worried about letting you stay in school alone."

"Actually, I have a plan. A friend of mine is studying dragons in Romania. I wrote to him not long ago, and he welcomes me to his place."

"You mean Charlie Weasley, the second son of the Weasley family?" Based on his sister's instructions, Bernick knew Heimdall's friendship situation in England like the back of his hand.

Heimdall was quite used to this, so he simply pointed it out and said: "The eldest son of the family is doing spell-breaking work for Gringotts in Egypt. I am also very interested in that. If time permits, I will drop by Bill .And my employer Luna wrote that she has found the habitat of the Bubble Snot Monster and the Bigmouth Ball Fish. As the main contributor to "The Quibbler", I must find time to travel to Albania and Fiji respectively. Otherwise, I will not live in peace for the next whole year."

Duncan groaned exaggeratedly, "Listen, guys, the little ones have already made a careful plan, and as for us, we have already been abandoned."

Bernick said with a smile, "You are only ten years old, so don't rush to conquer the world."

talent?The word is subtle.Heimdall said solemnly: "Is there anyone who can predict the date of Death's visit?"

# # #

Summer vacation is coming.The whole school was like a fiery whiskey jug that had been emptied, leaving only an empty shell.

From this day onwards, the head of the experimental laboratory was officially changed to the former.

Benson graduated from the school with the highest grades in the school.He scored ten in every required subject.Different from Hogwarts, Durmstrang adopts a ten-point system, and the two correspond to each other: a full score of [-] is O grade "excellent", nine points are E grade "exceeded expectations", eight points are A grade "pass", seven One point is a P grade "poor," six is ​​a D grade "terrible," and five is a T grade.However, Durmstrang's grading standard is not like that of Hogwarts, where an A or above is considered a pass, but is divided into three categories: full marks are the best, nine to seven are good, six are pass, and six are pass. Make-up exams are required. (PS: This setting refers to the ten-point system. For my own convenience, I have always been incompetent with numbers T_T)

In other words, Benson is excellent in every class.The real three-good model.

"Going back to England?" Heimdall didn't know what Benson filled out in the employment survey. A talent like him must be everywhere.

"No one in our family is in the UK anymore. But I will go back and have a look, after all, it is my hometown." Many years ago, the Benson family moved to Belgium.

"What do you plan to do?"

"Minister Raccarini wrote to me asking me to go to Italy, but I haven't answered yet."

"La Carlini?" The name sounded familiar.

"This is the last name of the kind-hearted person you mentioned."

"Is he related to the minister you mentioned?"

"The only son of the Italian Minister of Magic." Benson said bluntly: "Hey, listen, don't burn your life in textbooks, magic, and potions. Divide it up and burn other things. You're only ten years old. What this age group has to do is to lie down in the grass to distinguish the difference between toads and frogs, play with friends in the dormitory, and play some harmless pranks in your spare time. Enjoying youth is also your mission. I don’t want to experiment in the laboratory Another Grindelwald was born."

too exaggerated.Heimdall rolled his eyes without hesitation.

Benson gave him a chestnut: "Don't take it seriously."

Heimdall clutched his head in pain.

Benson pulled out his wand and tapped it lightly, and the entire laboratory was cleaned up. The bottles and jars were neatly stacked on the shelves, the books were put back in place, and the magic props were put into boxes one by one.What belonged to him was taken away earlier, and what is left now is the public property of the experimental research laboratory. They have been passed down from generation to generation, and now officially belong to Heimdall.

Benson took out the pocket watch that he had been wearing all the time, and said cautiously: "You have to put this away, it is one of the bottoms of the research room." Then he added in a low voice, "It is said that Gillette Grindelwald always carried this watch during his lifetime. A watch." Then wrinkled his nose again, disapprovingly, "Actually, it's nothing, the time is quite accurate."

Heimdall silently accepted.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

"Bon Voyage."

"One last sentence, do pay attention to Edda Bonasera."

Watching the figure of Alvin Benson disappear around the corner, Heimdall thought of a famous Latin saying: When the weather is calm, everyone can take the helm.

Who can tell him how long the state of no wind and no waves can last?

He didn't know that in England, a boy was about to come into people's sight again.Harry Potter, the hero of the wizarding world, who has been concealed by Muggles for nearly 11 years, will pick up the quill and start writing his legendary life.

At this time, Heimdall was concentrating on how to arrange the experimental laboratory, and was entangled in the unconstructive ideological struggle of whether to go to Romania or Egypt first.

# # #

Even in summer, the wind and snow are still unabated. Bernick, wearing a thick traveling cloak, shouted against the wind, "I can't believe that I want to leave you alone at school." What made him even more unbelievable was his sister Didn't even ask.

"You can get lost." Heimdall said succinctly.

"He's already starting to think I'm annoying?!" Bernick complained to his cousin in shock, "It's only been a semester, and the wings are so stiff? Where did the lovely Rigg go?"

Victor ignored his chatter and said to the boy, "Are you sure?"

"Sure." One hundred percent sure.What's the matter with these people, it seems that he doesn't work hard and doesn't know the grain.

At the same time, the two Pegasus horses waiting at the door hissed impatiently, pawing their hooves anxiously and snorting.

Before getting into the car, Bernick complained frequently, "Nowadays, Pegasus horses are all good at temper. Have they forgotten that they are animals?"

As soon as the car door was closed, Pegasus rushed into the sky at a speed that was likely to cause accidents, like a runaway wild horse on a rampage.They even attempt to run down all of their kind that might block their way, and to ram every carriage that dares to line their course.

For a while, the people in the school turned their backs on their backs and were in a mess.

Heimdall murmured, "It's amazing."

He decided that he would never ride a Tianmara again.

# # #

The experimental laboratory has never been so empty and lonely as it is now, and the rustling of cloth can be heard when walking around.

I should do something.Heimdall said to himself.Then he took out a booklet that specifically introduced how to arrange the room, which contained many very specific small magic.Although simple, it is very functional.And just what he needs right now.

Nell admired the book so much that she gave it to him as a farewell gift before leaving.

Heimdall found her prescient.

However, within 3 minutes, he began to doubt the true power of the book.He can't even level a two-meter-high bookcase.The big wooden guy stood stubbornly by the wall, stubbornly opposing him.He wanted to mend the cracks in it, put the upturned panels back in place, spruce it up, repaint it, make it look new again.It's a pity that the lump of wood is stubborn and ungrateful.

Heimdall got on the tip of his horn.In fact, he can change his target, the laboratory is not the only cabinet.A wise choice should be to retire this pile of broken wood, or simply ignore it, rather than retraining.But horners lacked reason. Heimdall threw away the booklet and cast all the magic he knew that could move objects on the cabinet one by one.

None of the results worked.

So, he let it meet Merlin.It's neither "shattering" nor using the shattering spell, but extremely efficient black magic.

Every piece of wood on the bookcase became old and decayed in the blink of an eye, and the whole cabinet collapsed and fell to the ground, completely turning into a pile of rotten wood and dead branches.Surprising things followed, as the bookcase fell apart, one after another appeared out of nowhere, they spewed out like a blowout, as if spit out by an invisible big mouth, and collapsed to the ground in the blink of an eye.

【Interesting.But it should not be used on furniture. 】

Heimdall was surprised when he heard that, but there was no sign of anyone else in the room.

[If the opponent is a wizard, it will be even more interesting. 】

"Who? Come out!"

With a meow, a black cat in black jumped onto the table on his left.It walks lightly and leisurely.A pair of big violet eyes shone like jewels, but they were too sharp and sharp.

How could a cat have such eyes?At this moment, Heimdall still doesn't connect it to the speaker.

【That damn cabinet should have blown up long ago, you did a great job. 】

Heimdall thought for a moment, raised his wand and pointed it at the black cat: "Is it you talking?" In a damn tone of commanding?

[Can a cat's vocal cords speak human language? 】

That's right... He put down his wand.

[So, I communicate directly with your brain. 】

He kicked away the wooden chair beside him and ran to the door.

【where did you go? 】

Heimdall didn't have to answer, but he still said, "Go and see if there are still people in the Black Magic Creature Research Laboratory. You must tell them that their property has escaped!"