HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 1 My future is not a dream

"Rig—wake up—it's six o'clock—"

The sound of banging on the door came from the outside of the door panel, and with the ups and downs of the vibration, another large piece of paint fell on the mottled door frame.The light coming through the old cotton curtains announced the dawn, and although the sky was gray, it was by no means a sign of rain.

Heimdall did not want to face the "cruel" reality, closed his eyes and groped towards the head of the bed.He raised his right eyelid reluctantly until the cold and heavy object was raised in front of his eyes—6:07.Throwing off the alarm clock, with a wail, after a while, scratching the head of the bird's nest, turned over and sat up.

Opening the door, the faint smell of perfume came to the nostrils, followed by a passionate good morning kiss on the cheek——

"Good morning darling."

Heimdall did not hesitate to send his signature smile, cute and hearty.

"Good morning, Nell."

Upon receiving the smile, Nier immediately rushed to the door contentedly.Every morning, she has to accept Heimdall's "smile crowning" to cheer her up for twelve hours, otherwise she will be dying for a whole day.She replaced a wizard who had been kicked out a year ago for complaining about being underpaid as the new sophomore at Borgin Burke's Dark Magic Shop.

Both of Borgin Bock's bosses were notoriously mean, and have since fired many of them for stinging wages.Neal never complained about the low salary, and Heimdall even thought she liked the eerie 13-B Knockturn Alley.

"Good morning..." A dispirited voice came from behind.

Heimdall turned his head and faced a face with oily face and two dark circles under his eyes - the 27-year-old young wizard Snow Sturluson.The awkward surname comes from an old Nordic family.According to his own statement, a certain generation of ancestors of Sturlusson was a famous poet in Iceland, who was expelled from the country by Christianity because of differences in beliefs. In desperation, his family crossed the ocean and finally settled in England.

Snow did not inherit the strong and tough appearance of his ancestors, except for those eyes with very light pupils.He is handsome and handsome, and the lonely and indifferent look on his face is more like a Western European.

Heimdall entered the kitchen, grinding coffee beans neatly.Snow is a loyal fan of coffee.He was fascinated by its fragrant and rich smell and its subtle fishy taste, so that Heimdall had to buy a new batch every once in a while.

"Is the Ministry of Magic very busy these days?" Heimdall took advantage of the time to boil the water and pulled the chair by the table to chat with him.

Snow hung his head listlessly, even with the guarantee of potion, the lack of sleep for nearly ten days still made him dizzy.He wiped his face with his hands and mumbled, "The Quidditch World Cup."

Heimdall suddenly realized.

Snow works for the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Sports and Sports, which deals with matters related to sports and games in the wizarding world.In the European Cup that has ended, the British team performed very well and won the runner-up. The No.1 French team only won the championship with a slight advantage.The British Ministry of Magic seems to have seen the long-lost dawn, so they put all their energy and money into supporting Puddlemere United in the upcoming World Cup, revive the reputation of the oldest team in the league, and strive for No.20 Three victories.

The Ministry of Magic has high expectations, and the Department of Sports and Sports will inevitably bear the brunt of it, and it is certain that it will be tossed in the dark.

"06:30-Ollivander--" the face clock placed in the corner suddenly shouted.

This creepy clock was a loot that Neil had looted from Borgin Burke's store, and it cost her three months' salary.After listening to the magic sound for more than half a year, the people in the room still had difficulty getting used to it, being stimulated by its yin and yang roar every day.

Heimdall let go of his temple grip and ran into the bathroom.

Snow walked slowly into the kitchen, and took over the job of making coffee with ease.

Before going out, Snow routinely asked Heimdall if he would come back for dinner, and the latter routinely replied that the restaurant provided food, so why bother doing it by himself.

# # #

Four years ago, when he opened his eyes, what greeted him was a room full of scars, a mess all over the floor, and an immature body.He remembered very clearly that he was still in the hospital when he closed his eyes, and there were sad relatives and friends standing around the hospital bed...

Is this considered reincarnation?

He was almost knocked out by fainting and pain as he got up from the ground, and as he dragged his ankle he hit something that looked like a pot that had cracked at the bottom and fell upside down.Before he could understand the current inexplicable situation, there was a rhythmic knock on the door outside.From this burst of voices, it is not difficult to find that the guests outside the door pay attention to the importance of abiding by etiquette.

He staggered to the door, wrestled with the nasty lock for a long time, and finally opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a tall and straight foreigner, with short ginger-colored hair meticulously groomed, holding a black top hat in his hand, well-dressed and very decent, that is... the robes were weird, although they looked well-made, but Who wears this these days?

Those eyes, which were a little darker than the color of his hair, were wide open, and he murmured: "Merlin—" Then he quickly stepped forward to support his slumped body, and said eagerly, "Heimdall, what happened? What? Why are you covered in blood?"

Perhaps it was because the foreigner knew "himself", which made him relax quickly, so he could no longer resist the fainting attack and passed out completely.

At least he knows what his name is.

After waking up again, he was already lying in the room in Knockturn Alley, and has stayed there until now.And the person who brought him back at the beginning was his roommate who had lived with him for nearly four years—Snow Sturluson.

After a period of contact, he gradually learned something about this body's life experience.Heimdall, whose nickname is Rig, whose surname is unknown, lost his dependent mother when he was four years old, and then lived alone in Muggle London.Rigg's mother knew Snow's father, and she sent a letter during the exacerbation of her illness, begging to meet Snow's father.The mother, who had been away from the magic world for many years, did not know that old Sturlusson had passed away, and the mailing address on the letter had long been empty.When the letter fell into Snow's hands, Heimdall's mother had passed away for more than a month.

Snow found Rieg according to the address on the letter, but at that time the child fell into severe autistic symptoms.Indifferent to others, claustrophobic and silent, with covert self-destructive tendencies.

The method of communication does not work at all, and the other party does not speak at all.This made Snow very distressed.

But what troubled him the most was that, no matter how much he persuaded him, Heimdall was still unwilling to leave the Muggle world.

Just because he's a Squib.

Squibs are not a common phenomenon, but an extremely rare minority. Unfortunately, Heimdall is just one of the rare people.In the wizarding world, it's pretty hopeless if a wizarding family has a Squib child.Because they don't know how to use magic, Squibs can't enter the magic school as a student, so most of the Squibs in the magic world do nothing all their lives, and eventually die in poverty.

Some self-respecting wizards refer to those who come from Muggle families but are born with magical talents as "Mudbloods". The appearance of [Mudblood] is the biggest mockery of some radicals in the magic world, as if God played a big joke on them that makes people laugh and cry.

In the next year, Heimdall carefully studied the basic knowledge of the magic world and tried hard to adapt to life here.Although there are no signs of acclimatization, the subconscious still feels incredible: For example, in the Muggle world, when you exclaim, you will call "My God", but here it becomes "My Merlin"; another example is "Time is "Money", here is "Time is Galleons"; and there is a sentence written on the bottom of the base of the huge black stone statue in the Great Hall of the Ministry of Magic. The handwriting is said to be a foot high-"Magic is power"

There is one more amazing thing: Witches born in May will marry Muggles

Oh my Merlin!

After recovering from the injury, Heimdall became uncharacteristically approachable, cheerful and lively.This made Snow unavoidably worried while overjoyed.How should Squib kids fare in the wizarding world?The wizarding world never expected the growth of squibs, and never reserved a place for them.

One day after his seventh birthday, Heimdall came up with a plan for opening a store in the future after going around Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley.Doing business generally does not require magic, a large amount of Galleons is enough.

This proposal was approved by Snow. One year of harmonious life made him fully understand that Rigg is a child with a strong mind. Although it is incomprehensible to have such a mind at the age of seven, at least the child is sure of the future and strives for it , which is more gratifying than the previous "unreasonable".

Then, Heimdall got himself a job as a trainee clerk (child labor?) at the Ollivander store on the grounds of "gaining knowledge to pave the way for the future".Salary is three meals a day.It took Heimdall and Ollivander a long time to win it, and it took three years.

# # #

Diagon Alley

He sideways passed a broom that was rampant and out of control. The broom took a big turn and inserted straight into the new signboard that Mrs. Malkin had just hung up. , The frightened owl slammed into the rope in front of the pot shop in a panic, and the pot hanging on the rope was shaken from side to side, making a mess...

The implicated shopkeepers rushed out to shout and curse, and the already chaotic street was suddenly crowded into a pot of porridge.

Heimdall covered his ears, struggling in the sea of ​​people, and finally found a "breakthrough" in front of Anmir's grocery store.

"Good morning, Mrs. Anmir."

"Good morning, Rigg."

Mrs. Anmir is one of the shopkeepers in Diagon Alley. She runs a grocery store with a good reputation, which is just across the wall from the "Five Good Stores" - a high-end Quidditch store.What I like to do most when it opens every day is to watch the excitement and appreciate what new appearances have been made by others with relish. For this reason, I have worked tirelessly on this street for ten years.

Heimdall grabbed the hem of his wrinkled coat and chatted, "What's the matter today?"

Mrs. An Mir, who has a rich and round face, frequently looked around the noisy crowd, and replied enthusiastically, "That's the latest model developed by Nimbus Athletic Broom Manufacturing Company - Nimbus 2000..."

As soon as the words were finished, a person ran out from the next door. When he directly hit the grand scene on the street and the broom hanging the golden bell under the eaves of the robe store, his face suddenly turned pale, and Mrs. Mojin's high-decibel roar burst out, He just squeezed into the crowd as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Poor Mr. Wells." Mrs. Anmer shook her head.

It's become a catchphrase for her, almost as often as "Oh, Merlin."

"Honey, wait." Mrs. Anmir suddenly stopped Heimdall who turned and walked away. She took out a few wand-shaped candies from the pocket of her robe: "This is a licorice magic wand I made myself."

Heimdall did not refuse, and accepted it after saying thank you.

I glanced at the colorful clown electronic watch on my wrist—6:53, before the opening time, the sign on the door had already flipped to 【opening】.After entering the door, I found a teenager and a middle-aged man standing in front of the old counter.

As soon as Heimdall closed the door, he roared angrily, "Welcome!"

The old and the young were visibly shocked, looking back.

Watching the wind, Heimdall changed his face, put on a dog-legged smile, and sneaked into the counter.

"Rig, is that you?" The boss's voice sounded distant...and urgent.

"It's me, sir. I didn't see you. Where are you?"

"I'm in G-16, come and help me."

"What's going on? Need help?"

The handsome young man approached the counter with caring words, his gentle face, jet-black hair and black eyes made Heimdall feel good.

"Rig—" the boss called again.

"Come right away." He raised his head and howled, and smiled at the young man, "How can we let the guests do it?"

Maybe his smile was so friendly that the boy couldn't help laughing along with him.

Ollivander was stuck in the middle of two cabinets because of his laziness. The clerk who arrived late successfully rescued the boss and kept a cabinet that was a foot off the ground, which was in danger.

After the deal was concluded, the middle-aged man was going to Gringotts, but the young man didn't want to go with him, so the two of them made an appointment to meet outside Ollivander.During the transaction, Heimdall learned their names.The boy's name was Cedric Diggory, and the middle-aged man was supposed to be his father, Mr. Diggory.

The young Cedric took advantage of Heimdall's busy schedule to announce his name, and then asked, "What's your name?"

Wearing a mask from the Muggle world, Heimdall dusted off the dust and said, "My name is Heimdall, you can call me Rieg—Sir, there is a lot of dust here, please go out and wait for a while .”

"It's okay." Cedric said softly.

Heimdall took out the licorice magic wand from his pocket and threw it over, "Then eat this to pass the time."

Cedric glanced at the candy, thanked him and put it in his pocket. "How old are you?"

"In terms of human time, ten years old." This is a strange statement, wizards are also human beings, and the magic world is also a human world, but in Heimdall's view, the various manifestations of wizards can no longer be called human beings.

"One more year to go to school age."

Children here start school at 11, much later than in the Muggle world.However, their goal of studying is not scientific and cultural knowledge, but pure and exquisite magic.Perhaps one is too young to fully absorb what has been learned, and only when the mind and cognition mature to a certain level can one understand the true meaning.

The black-haired boy suddenly said happily: "I will be in the third year when Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry starts. I sincerely hope that you can study there. It is the best place."

Heimdall pulled down his mask, and said irrelevantly, "Why are the third graders here to buy a wand? Where is the original wand?"

Cedric rubbed his nose, a little embarrassed, "I happened to be traveling in France before entering the first grade, so I bought one from Gregovich..."

Heimdall pulled back his mask.I can't see, a rich man... Grigovich is not bad, and the price tag with a bunch of zeros is famous in Europe.

The black-haired boy pursed his lips, as if thinking of something unpleasant.

Not long after, Mr. Diggory came back, and before leaving, Cedric said reluctantly, "I hope we can be classmates in a year."

"Impossible." Heimdall said frankly under his puzzled gaze, "I'm a squib."

Even though many years have passed, he still remembers the funny reaction of the dark-haired boy that day.

"That's an honest boy!" After that, Mr. Ollivander sighed infinitely.