HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 35

"Diary April [-], [-]"

I've been urging Severus, urging him to get as close as possible to Evans, not necessarily to create sparks or something, at least the bond of friend status should make it firm.

Evans is pretty, easygoing, smart, and almost every compliment imaginable can be lavished on her.She is also very popular with boys, no matter which college.The Slytherin boys mocked her viciously as a mudblood behind their backs, and at the same time couldn't help but follow her beautiful figure with their eyes.Duplicity is a common problem in the Snake Academy, and as a Slytherin, I have no room for comment.

Severus said I was more of a Slytherin than he was, I never doubted that, I was a Malfoy.What makes me suspicious is that the Sorting Hat clearly put him in the wrong place, I think he should go to Ravenclaw...or Gryffindor.

***

Six days later, at eight o'clock in the morning, Heimdall received a letter from Snow when he was having breakfast at the long table in the school cafeteria. Everything must reach the expected goal in mind.Therefore, what Heimdall saw after opening the envelope was two-color letter paper, and the ordinary white letter paper was densely written with things about [Qi Luo] - this is Director Strulusson's reply; another picture The high-end stationery with the family crest in the shape of a tree is full of family stories—this is what Snow said to Rigg.

Heimdall was the first to pick up the badge stationery, and began with a flurry of complaints about his poor old uncle leaving poor old uncle in lonely England and complaining that every time he sent The family letter was only a few words, showing obvious signs of perfunctory, and finally complained that Rommel, an extremely irresponsible old man, sent him to school, and did not fulfill his due responsibilities as a father at all. Complaints are nothing but complaints, Snow still said a lot of good things for his elder brother.

Through Snow's letters, Heimdall finally had a better understanding of this nominal father and the entire Strulusson family after being separated from Cheap Lao Tzu for more than eight months.

The Sturluson family is definitely not as thin as Heimdall imagined. In fact, the family has a large population. According to Snow's letter, if all the people in the world who are related to the Sturluson family are gathered, It can definitely fill the entire Toutian Auditorium.Snow's branch, that is, the old Sturluson's branch is considered one of the orthodox families, that is, the descendants of the closest bloodline to the first generation ancestors.

The Struluson family originated in Iceland in Northern Europe. They lived and developed in Iceland, chasing fame and fortune, until later their influence spread throughout the Scandinavian peninsula.At that time, Iceland even called it [the first family of wizards in Northern Europe].

Even if the members of the family are scattered all over the world, no Sturluson will forget where his roots are.The old Strulupine branch is no exception. Although their ancestors left their homeland in the 14th century and traveled across the ocean to the British Isles, the warm Western European life for several centuries did not make them forget their roots.There will always be someone in the family who will resolutely abandon everything in the UK and go to the icy and snowy Northern Europe to start from scratch.Rommel was one.

Rommel was born in England and grew up in England. Unlike Snow, Rommel had a natural resistance to English. The old Strulusson tried his best to let him continue to learn English.His own native languages ​​are Icelandic and Finnish.

Old Sturluson also seemed to see that Great Britain would not be able to retain this very assertive eldest son in the future, and that the British Ministry of Magic would not be a good place to live after it became full-fledged.He quickly gave up on trying to set a precedent and followed the family pattern by sending his eldest son to Durmstrang. (PS: Old Stulusson originally planned to send Rommel to Hogwarts, because the cheap daddy was carrying the small schoolbag just in time for the most unlucky dark period in Durmstrang's history. If you don't have this impression Yes, you can refer to the previous article.)

Many years later, old Strulusson looked back and felt that the prompt decision was correct.Rommel Strulusson is an ambitious man, and he himself never denies it. He has flourished in the Nordic political arena, and even the name of the first Nordic family that has disappeared year by year and lost its glory They all took advantage of him to stand out and soared to the sky again.

He deserved the position of patriarch. When the patriarch was elected, the family voted unanimously.The elders of the Stulusson family are very sober, so it doesn’t matter if they have little seniority, youth is capital, drive is the key, people who are indifferent to fame and wealth are not suitable to be patriarchs, and Rommel, who loves power but does not love power, is a good choice.

At the end of the letter, Snow specifically reminded Heimdall that if you want to go into politics after graduation, and plan to do nothing just to earn a salary, you can choose the British Ministry of Magic. Employees have no hope of promotion for a lifetime, and it is relatively peaceful; those who plan to do a career, go to the Nordic countries to work hard, and the family network and Rommel's identity will help him to move up smoothly in Scandinavia.

These words had a strong sense of irony, Heimdall smiled and shook his head, it is still too early to think about this.With a lot of emotion, he put down the badge letter paper and picked up the ordinary letter paper.

Taking advantage of his position, Snow made an inquiry at the department of the Ministry of Magic that manages the registration and cancellation of wizards' accounts. There are a total of 89 wizards named Quirrell recorded in the UK.He listed the information of these people in a general way, that is to say, he wrote down what kind of work these people are currently doing.This was Heimdall's request. He didn't want to know too much detail, what could he do if he knew it, and he didn't want to trouble Snow too much.Director Strulusson thoughtfully did not ask Heimdall why he asked him to investigate these, for which Heimdall was grateful.

These 89 wizards have a variety of jobs and do everything, and there is even a squib.Heimdall also noticed that one of them was even the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.Because of this professorship, Heimdall excluded him first.

In his mind, to be a professor should be a talented person who has been recognized in a certain way. A person with such a reputation cannot be unified with the promise and hesitation shown in the letter?Since he can be a teacher at Hogwarts, it means that he has been approved by the headmaster. Dumbledore's name is well-known and highly respected in the UK, and Heimdall has also admired him for a long time.Such a great wizard vetted him and hired him, if this person is eccentric, he will be found out and immediately kicked out...

After that, Heimdall excluded many people one after another, and finally fixed his gaze on a man named Damon Quirrell.This person has a criminal record, but the circumstances are relatively minor and do not constitute a major crime. He was not imprisoned but all his property was confiscated. There are records in this regard in the file. Perhaps it is for this reason that Snow specially listed the misdeeds. .The problem is that this person has been living on the wizard's relief fund. Can the meager relief fund allow him to go abroad or even travel around the world?

Ever since, Heimdall guessed that the name Quirrell was probably a pseudonym.A pseudonym for correspondence with myself.I can't bear to think about anything, and the more I think about it, the more I feel "isn't it" and "really".

Then, Heimdall stuffed the letter back and picked up his fork to continue the interrupted breakfast.

***

From a long distance, he saw the chestnut-haired senior brother, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his eyes were looking here.Heimdall lowered his head and scratched his cheek, isn't this person annoying all the time?Without stopping, they walked towards the History of Magic classroom together with the first-year students.

The senior just stared at Heimdall until he walked past and entered the classroom.After that, the senior brother turned around and left.

Heimdall didn't know what the name of the senior was or what grade he was in.First graders have three history of magic lessons per week.Ever since the battle between humans and beasts that day, this senior would always show up in front of the history of magic classroom to intercept him.But he rejected them all.Heimdall has already told this man categorically that he will not go anywhere with him anymore, because of his limited ability, he just wants to study hard right now.The words are very clear, but this senior brother is still unshakable and wants to come every time.Only the last two times he stopped talking and just stared quietly at himself until he walked into the classroom.During this period, no objection was made.

It can be said that this month is the month that Heimdall lives most like a freshman.Get up on time every day, eat on time, go to class on time, do homework on time, and go to bed on time.Classwork is stable.Durmstrang's professors are also very good at teaching. Except for the cumbersome after-school homework of Transfiguration and History of Magic, everything is going on smoothly and smoothly.

Right now, the only thing that worries Heimdall is the laboratory.

A month has passed, and no one has come to the door.As time went by, Heimdall suddenly realized that it was actually not appropriate to take over this position in the first grade, because he lacked the approval of all the room leaders, that is, he lacked the so-called mass foundation.Senior students have been in school for a long time and have contact with a wide range of people. Whether they are academics or a certain talent, they can attract the attention of many people. Several years of study life can cultivate him in many aspects.As long as he is genuine and talented.Although Heimdall came half a year earlier than the other students, he was useless. This does not prove anything. At that time, the experimental laboratory was still dominated by Ivan Benson.

"Give it to me if you don't want it."

Heimdall suddenly came back to his senses, and quickly turned his head to see that a boy in the same grade was standing next to him, smashing his eyes and looking at him... the cherry pie in his hand.Heimdall looked at the cherry pie, and then put it on the boy's plate. The boy smiled gratefully at him, and lowered his head to sweep away other food.

Suddenly a boy squeezed in from the left. He looked at the green "Welsh Green Dragon" on Heimdall's plate, and asked curiously and uncertainly, "Is that delicious?"

"It's not tasty." Heimdall said categorically, "It's even worse than yesterday's fire egg salad."

The boy's face immediately changed, it seemed that yesterday's salad was still fresh in his memory.

This is another change in more than a month. The inexplicable exclusion among the freshmen suddenly disappeared. Most of the students in the same grade are willing to say hello and say a few words to him, and some even hook up with him, so that they can get closer chat.

When the boy on the left turned and left, Heimdall sat down on his seat. Leon, who sat down a step earlier than him, suddenly said, "Yesterday, the head of the Potion Research Office approved my application."

"If I were the head of the potion research room, I would do the same thing." Heimdall is not surprised about this. Leon's talent in potion science is difficult to express in words, and Professor Laurent even asked privately He asked whether he wanted to fill in the application form for exemption from reading a single subject, but he flatly rejected it.

"That's not the point."

Heimdall raised his head and narrowed his eyes to look at him when he heard this, and rarely heard him speak in such a cautious and cautious tone. Although he usually lacked words, he was rarely so serious.

"I went to the research room yesterday, and the director and I explained some precautions for the potion research room."

Heimdall nodded quickly, "That's for sure."

Leon glanced at him and continued, "The school will evaluate each research room every semester, and the evaluation results will be reported to the Durmstrang Education Committee, which will make follow-up judgments on these reports."

Heimdall seemed to understand a bit, so he asked, "What are the main aspects of the assessment?"

"The composition of the personnel in the laboratory, the utilization rate of various materials, the number and quality of the research results, the award-winning rate of the laboratory, etc..." After a short pause, Leon continued, "I'm not alarmist. , if your laboratory continues to do nothing like this, the director will step down sooner or later."

Heimdad was silent and didn't make any sound.

Leon thought that he was "half-dead" again, so he spoke carefully in his heart, and then said, "This school pays attention to the reputation and the enrollment rate brought by the reputation. The head of the room who does nothing will definitely be banned. Then replace it with someone who can make a difference. Maybe...you can make some improvements in the research results—" The words came to an abrupt end, because Heimdall's sudden strange eyes made his back tremble for a while.

Silver stars flashed in Heimdall's eyes: "My dear Leon, I'm so touched that you care about me so much!" As he said that, he rushed towards the other party and hugged him tightly. The arm does not let go.This sudden attack of his hand frightened Mr. Blueleg.

Heimdall stopped being funny the moment he stuck it to Leon, and he said softly, "Actually, I've already taken action."

Leon quickly fell silent.

"Thank you very much." Heimdall let go of his hand and took a step back, smiling, "Thank you very much."

Leon stared at his eyebrows for a while, then said, "What did you do?"

Heimdall sat back in his seat, took out a letter from the book and handed it to him, "Two weeks ago, I wrote a letter to the Underage Wizard Education Promotion Committee under the International Federation of Magicians. The answer they gave me."

Leon took it and looked it over quickly. Maybe the committee took into account that Heimdall was a student of Durmstrang, and the reply was written in German.To Leon's surprise, the letter was full of descriptions of various underage wizarding competitions still being held in the wizarding world today, and there were probably no less than a thousand in general.It involves a large number of complex items, including major items such as potions, spells, and herbalism, as well as minor items branched from major items, such as single-specialized fungal cultivation and spider venom ingestion separated from potion science. Contest.

Some events are so famous that everyone knows them on five continents and four oceans. These competitions are often highly competitive, and the contestants generally represent a team or a certain country or region. Durmstrang has always been a supporter and participant of these competitions By.The students dispatched are all the elites of the research laboratories.

Looking at it, Leon quickly discovered the problem.Most of the registration time for these competitions has expired, and if it expires, they will not be able to participate this year, not to mention that many competitions are not held every year.But seeing Heimdall's confident appearance, he knew that the other party had a good plan.

"Which one did you sign up for?"

Heimdall took out another letter from the book, "This is the shortlist notification sent by the organizer yesterday, and I am now waiting for the next event arrangement."

Leon found that the envelope was unusual, as eye-catching and gorgeous as a colorful collage, without the slightest sense of solemnity that a grand prix should have.The sponsor's signature printed on it is also very distinctive, like colored jelly beans: [Sugar Mouse Foundation] Leon returned the letter without opening the envelope: "Has Durmstrang participated in this event before?" ?”

Heimdall shook his head, then laughed, "There is no such award in the trophy window of the experimental laboratory, not a single one."

Leon nodded, "Although the Sugar Mouse Award has a good international reputation, it is too frivolous and weightless compared with those big competitions. If there is a schedule conflict, the school will definitely choose another one that is more beneficial to the accumulation of reputation Contest."

Heimdall looked down at the colorful envelope in his hand, and said hopefully: "I don't care what the school is, I am looking forward to it very much."

Leon picked up the tray and stood up: "Then I'll wait for the day when I can see the Sugar Mouse Award in the trophy window."

Heimdall scratched his cheek when he heard the words, then nodded energetically and smiled: "For your wish, I will do my best."