HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 458 Is the End and the Beginning

"Rig, I'm really worried." Draco grabbed Heimdall's hand, twisting his beautiful features together.

"It's okay, it's okay, I have a hard life." Draco may not know many things, but Heimdall decided not to deprive Lucius of his job, or the fun of being a father?

Draco glanced at Victor who was sitting on a beach chair not far away, basking in the sun, "I heard that Hogwarts and Durmstrang will be tied for first place."

"Harry should be the first, he was the first to touch the Triwizard trophy, Gryffindor's victory."

Perhaps "Gryffindor's victory" stimulated a certain Slytherin's sensitive nerves, Draco said angrily, "You touched it with him."

"I'm not a player."

Draco muttered, but Heimdall didn't catch him.

Heimdall watched him nonchalantly for a moment, and asked him, "Do you like Hogwarts?"

Draco was a little dazed when he heard that, "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"It's okay, aren't we chatting, just ask."

"I've been studying here for four years." Draco hesitated.

"Needless to say, I understand." Heimdall changed the topic to another place.

They didn't talk about the summer vacation plan, Draco always hoped that his cousin would participate in his summer vacation, since he returned from the catastrophe, Draco seemed to have forgotten about the upcoming long vacation, and he didn't say a word about the summer vacation.Lucius hoped to create a relatively simple learning environment for his son, but he couldn't stop various versions of "insider news" from shuttling back and forth in Hogwarts.

It wasn't until Draco's back could no longer be seen that Heimdall looked back and took out an apple. Victor dropped the magazine and walked over, sitting on the chair Draco had just sat on.

"How is it?" Victor asked.

Heimdall brought the apple he had eaten twice to his boyfriend's mouth, "If someone tried to test me with school today, I would not agree."

"He understands what you mean?" Victor took a bite of what he had eaten.

Heimdall smiled, "Draco is not a fool. He may have hesitated, but the meaning behind his words is very clear."

"I'm sorry." Victor kissed his lips.

"I'm just asking for directions. The final decision is still up to Lucius. What to do depends on Malfoy. I believe Narcissa will stand by Lucius this time, and Draco will be alone. Fighting."

At the beginning, Lucius wanted to send Draco to Durmstrang. Narcissa, who loves her son so much, thought it was remote and remote, and she didn't want her son to suffer—although Heimdall never felt that he was in Durmstrang. I have suffered - I will not agree to life or death.

If sending Draco to Durmstrang is the best plan discussed by the husband and wife, Lucius and Narcissa will resort to strong measures in all likelihood, and Draco's opposition will be useless at that time. Who made him the lifeblood of the Malfoy family.

After Heimdall gnawed two apples, Harry came, followed by a little tail - David Raifson.

At first, Raifson dodged Heimdall, but Heimdall ignored him. After a while, Heimdall swept his eyes and saw Raifson holding the book carefully and handing it over.

Heimdall couldn't help laughing, took his book, and everything returned to the way it was before, those unpleasant things were left behind, and Raiferson was no longer trembling.

Raifson ran to the castle with his book in his arms and digested it by himself. Heimdall turned around and handed Harry an apple. After Harry thanked him, he took it and greeted Victor. On the other side of Heimdall chair sat down.

Thinking of Raffleson's frowning but concentrating look just now, Harry asked curiously, "Does Rafflesne come to see you often?" He met Raffleson halfway, and he didn't answer any questions he asked, with a look of The tight-lipped and cautious look, like guarding against thieves, Harry found it funny and puzzled.

"Well, I exchanged textbooks with him. Durmstrang's textbooks are different from those at Hogwarts. If he has any questions, he will come to me directly."

"What's it about?" Harry somehow knew.

"Charms." Heimdall didn't hide it from him.

Harry lowered his head and gnawed at the apple, wondering what he was thinking.

Heimdall handed Harry the retouched magic glasses, which looked much better than the original ones, a bit like protective glasses, which could be hung on the outside of the glasses.Harry tried it on his face, it was a bit too big, and Heimdall adjusted the belt for him.

"I don't have a strong leather rope to replace, so you can make do with it. If you can get a good leather rope, you can change it later."

Harry took off his magic glasses, looked at Heimdall and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Rig."

"what?"

"Do you think there is hope for me?"

"……which aspect?"

Harry paused, "Slay demons."

Heimdall sighed. This is a savior bundled and sold by fatalism, and no one seems to ask him if he is willing.

"You haven't talked to them...well, about that?" Heimdall asked.

"They? Who?"

"Ron, Granger, or your godfather, Professor Dumbledore."

"I can't." Harry shook his head irritably.

Can't or dare not?The greater other people's hopes for him, the greater the pressure on him.Think carefully that Harry is only 15 years old, and a sensitive 15-year-old boy wants to save the world.Heimdall felt that if he put his 15-year-old self in Harry's place in his previous life, he would probably have been locked up in a madhouse long ago.

Heimdall is not a soul teacher, nor is he qualified to teach Harry what to do, because he has always placed himself among the onlookers and stayed out of it.He also couldn't use his profound wisdom and inspiration to lead others like Dumbledore.

Heimdall can think of only one most suitable enlightenment method, which he thinks is more practical.

"I think you're too gentle."

Harry blinked puzzled.

"I mean your magic," said Heimdall. "You used the Stunning Charm on that 'Break-in' villain in Knockturn Alley...don't look at me like that, I know what you're thinking, rude boy."

Harry grinned sheepishly: "What about Sirius? If I hadn't been so gentle."

"That was just an accident. I believe Mr. Black will be more careful next time." Heimdall made a strange face. "When you are hostile, pay attention to the immediate effect of the spell. Just because you are gentle does not mean that the Death Eaters will be gentle with you. I don't think they will reciprocate."

Harry showed a tangled expression, "... Sirius bought me a nice book, and the spell display in it is wonderful."

"The one with pictures?"

"Correct."

"What type of magic?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Academic." Heimdall grunted.

Harry looked at him inexplicably.

Heimdall said: "It doesn't matter whether a cat is black or white, the cat that can catch mice is a good cat. I am not asking you to explore the road of dark wizards. Defense against the Dark Arts can also win thousands of miles if used properly. Know Will Burt Slinka?"

"Of course, the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook used in the fifth grade at Hogwarts is Slinka's book."

"I'm reading his book now, it's a good book." Heimdall praised. "He has studied black magic very thoroughly, and some of the methods he researched are very remote, but they are very effective. And not all of the things he teaches are for black magic, but also for black magic creatures. In short, this is a white magician. A role model cat, you can learn from him.”

The world's largest white cat is currently attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Harry has every condition to become a qualified white cat that can catch mice.

"Have you thought about future employment?" Heimdall suddenly changed the topic.

Harry shook his head, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "If I can live until then."

"You can't let the big devil control the rhythm of your life, because you feel that your prospects are bleak and you just drift with the flow? That's not okay, buddy. Life planning is one thing, and slaying demons is another. Ordinary wizards can't beat their chests Guaranteed to live until the end of life, there is a saying that people are not as good as God, even the big devil can't escape the eyes of God, maybe he will suddenly die suddenly tomorrow, don't you want to live after he's done playing?"

In fact, the employment problem was about to fall on him. In September, Harry was promoted to the fifth grade. In the second half of the fifth grade, Hogwarts would hold a short employment counseling session for that grade.Just like what Heimdall said, with or without Voldemort, the earth would still rotate, the sun would still rise and rise every day, and the rhythm of life of British wizards would still be step-by-step.

By the way, employment counseling in Durmstrang doesn't take place until the sixth grade.

"I'll think about it when he dies violently." Harry said funny.

"So passive? What's the difference between you and the walking dead?" Heimdall patted him on the shoulder, and sang a few words happily: "Dear people, go hand in hand, go hand in hand~~~ Our life is full of sunshine, full of sunshine~~ ~" (PS: The theme song of the old movie "Sweet Career" in the 70s is "Our life is full of sunshine". The theme of the movie is about family planning. this movie.)

Harry was confused for a moment, and then said, "I don't know what you're singing, but is it out of tune—"

"Shut up!" Heimdall frowned like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Singing is to sing the voice of the heart, what I sing is the voice of the heart!!!"

Harry wanted to laugh, but he held back seeing Heimdall's pale face.It was Master Krum who laughed out loud first, and the master said seriously, "I laughed out of my heart."

Heimdall was melancholy.

×××

The day before we bid farewell to Hogwarts, students from the three schools gathered together. This was the first time that all members attended the mobilization meeting before the start of last year.

Dumbledore was the host of the meeting, and neither Mrs. Maxim nor Karkaroff were ashamed to compete with the host.

All four contestants were present and were placed in the first row of the student seats.

Fleur looked fine, her fair little face was slightly rosy, Heimdall thought she looked very spring, and immediately thought of the handsome guy from the Weasley family... Heimdall thought that there is hope for people to live When others don't pull out the seedlings, it will vigorously thrive.

The British Ministry of Magic sent officials to attend, all of them were kind-hearted and smiling, as if the whole school randomly grabbed anyone who could contribute to social construction, even Dems, who had nothing to do with the British mainland Trump and Beauxbaton were also under the influence. No matter how the outside world turned upside down, it must not affect the campus life.

Although Dumbledore's speech was a bit clichéd, it had a special taste in the ears of Heimdall, a student who had experienced the bloody skirmish that was about to engulf him. He just didn't know how many Hogwarts students were present. One can taste the deep worry of the old headmaster's earnestness.

Well, Harry must be counting one, and Hermione, Ron, Digory, and maybe Ginny...

Heimdall counted with his fingers, the Porter team is not well-reserved.

"Heimdall Strulusson of Durmstrang is here to speak for us."

Heimdall Strulusson?Such an impressive name seems familiar...

Dumbledore smiled and made a gesture of invitation on the stage. A certain boy who was still scratching his fingers in the student seat was dumbfounded under the attention of the audience.

"Go, go!" Although the students of the German school were surprised, they immediately pulled his arm or touched his head happily.

Heimdall stood up ignorantly, and walked up to the podium under the gaze of everyone. With a glance, he saw Victor in the front row. His boyfriend blinked at him and gave him a "wink". Heimdall He gave him a "I'm inexplicable" look.

Yes, he was really inexplicable. He hadn't received any notice that he was required to speak on stage before. Is it an omission in the arrangement or a whim of a certain host?Heimdall believes that the latter answer is more than 80.00% likely.

Looking at the black heads under the stage, Heimdall cleared his throat and calmed down. Anyway, he has seen the world, and he can't shrink his head from his small nose and eyes. He represents Durmstrang College.

"Forgive me, am I in the right place? Is this the Hogwarts auditorium?" Even though he turned his face to Dumbledore who had stepped aside, his voice was amplified to the audience.

There was a slight laugh from below.

"It was so sudden, I wasn't prepared for it at all." Heimdall looked at the students below, and put his hands on his chin to pose, "Does my hairstyle look okay?"

The laughter of the students was louder than before, mixed with the applause of the animals of the German school and the screams of "so handsome" from some cute boys and girls.

Fleur covered her mouth, she heard Gabriel's scream.

Heimdall smiled, and after a while he suddenly turned his head to look at the smiling Dumbledore, "Why did you ask me to come up?"

There was a roar of laughter immediately below.

Heimdall turned back blankly, "I really don't know."

The laughter grew louder.

"Okay, that is, no proposition?"

Dumbledore nodded, Heimdall scratched his face, and suddenly put on a serious expression, his eyes were clear and firm.The laughter below gradually subsided, and everyone invariably stared at the speaker above, and the auditorium was completely silent.

"I don't want to repeat that night, there's nothing to remember, and I don't want to bring it out to make people unhappy, so, um, call it a day."

The British Ministry of Magic officials on the rostrum tensed their faces in displeasure. They needed him to reveal the truth.Now the whole of Britain is staring at the Ministry of Magic. Those tabloids who like to catch rumors have already leaked part of the news. Merlin, those are the truth. Faced with the increasingly severe social situation, the Ministry of Magic came up with such a method.

In other words, asking Heimdall to speak is to pass on the risk and pressure. They didn't let Heimdall Strulusson lie, did they? They just told the truth through his mouth.

This premeditated surprise actually had a proposition. The officials gave the old headmaster thousands of instructions beforehand, but Dumbledore still didn’t say anything to Heimdall. He didn’t say a word to imply that he had no proposition. The old headmaster believed that This kid will have a way around it.

"My main impressions are three points, and I will tell you about these three points." Heimdall said. "The first point is the Animagee magic, I am deeply touched by it, this transformation magic is so fucking useful—" Speaking of which, he turned to Dumbledore again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so vulgar, it's completely out of emotion."

The old principal's glasses flickered, and he gestured for him to continue.

Heimdall nodded to him, turned back and continued, "Traveling at home, killing people and setting fires, murdering money and killing people, the only magic weapon to avoid disasters and disasters, Animagic magic."

Laughter started again, and then there was whispering among each other.

Heimdall waited, and then said loudly: "Second——"

The students gradually quieted down and turned their attention back to the stage.

"Second, call the patron saint. I believe I don't need to say more about this. It is one of the important topics of Defense Against the Dark Arts. If you have any questions, you can consult the professor and Mr. Harry Potter. I believe Mr. Potter will be very happy Worked for everyone."

Harry showed a pretended annoyed expression below, and Heimdall immediately gave him a "sweet" smile.

"Two point five—"

The categorization sparked another round of chuckles.

"Summoning spell, this spell is also very helpful to me. It would be best to summon a dark magic creature to eat black... Oh, of course, it may not be realistic to say this, but there are legal summons." Heimdall continued calmly with the professor's eyes on him that made him feel stressed.

"Third, Apparation and Apparation, students, what I want to say is that without Apparition, I would not be where I am today." Heimdall's voice suddenly became clearer, and he looked around with a smile, "Thought-provoking big Everyone understands the truth, and Professor Dumbledore has already said it well, so I won’t repeat it. I sincerely hope that everyone will become a qualified white cat one day.”

In the applause of everyone, Heimdall stepped down and bowed. Only a few people understood the deep meaning of the last sentence.

In the front seat, Harry and Victor had knowing smiles on their faces.

The current Triwizard Tournament came to an end. Officials from the British Ministry of Magic announced that Hogwarts and Durmstrang were tied for first place. Although this ranking is suspected of fooling people.

Victor was not happy at first, he is also a dignified player, and he didn't get the trophy in the last game, so it was a fantasy to tie for the first place.But after thinking about it, my baby bump was almost caught by this broken trophy. The British Ministry of Magic planned to kill two birds with one stone to make peace, so why not take the first one that came to your door.He glanced sideways at Heimdall, whose hands were about to slap red in the audience. The title of the champion was not justified, and it seemed that Baby Pimple was still elated.

The trophy will rotate between the two schools, with Hogwarts this year, Durmstrang next year, Hogwarts the year after, Durmstrang the year after, and so on Back and forth, until the next Triwizard Tournament...if there is another one.

Victor, Harry, and Cedric raised the trophy together, and the audience roared with cheers. The beautiful woman Fleur clapped her hands alone beside her. At this time, no one advocated women first.

In this game, everyone was happy with three points and two points, except for France.

Karkaroff looked at the trophy with some regret, thinking about the vacancy in the UK, and the picture of Victor holding the trophy by himself-Principal Durmstrang showed a hazy smile on his face.

×××

After the party, everyone poured out of the auditorium, and the campus was filled with joy and laughter.

Gabriel found Heimdall, who was surrounded by Hogwarts students—he was with her boyfriend, but was dispersed by his enthusiastic fans after a few steps, and he soon fell into the situation of being surrounded—Gabriel Bree is a girl with a flexible mind who can make use of her own conditions. She has given full play to the advantage of being a beautiful woman. She patted the Hogwarts boy on the shoulder and asked to make way, and she easily passed the test and came to Heimdall.

"Sign me an autograph and write anything." Gabriel handed over a book.

Heimdall finished dealing with the girl who was talking to him first, gave the contact address, and then took Gabrielle's book, "What kind of book is this?" Big French with golden light was placed horizontally in the center of the cover.

""Unstoppable Dark Arts", a history book about black arts."

Looking at the graceful half-naked beauty on the cover, Heimdall thought to himself that the French are always humorous.

"I'm not the author of the book, you want me to write it in the book?" Holding such a book and swaggering through the British wizard's territory, this girl is too thoughtful.

"Books fall off easily, but books don't fall off."

Don't guess the girl's mind and the boy, you can't figure it out after guessing.

So Heimdall stopped guessing, opened the title page and found a blank space, took out a quill and wrote on it: healthy, beautiful, smart.Finally, sign your name.After finishing writing, he handed the book back, only to be pushed back by Gabriel.

"Date, time." The beauty asked to be accurate to the second.

Heimdall obeyed, and habitually took out his pocket watch, um, of course he was still on strike.

"Have you never tried restoration spells?" Gabriel had a little impression of this pocket watch, which was soaked in lake water at the time.

I thought about it, but I didn’t dare to move it up. It’s not its thing. It’s a psychological obstacle to play with it. Gabriel’s words moved my mind today. Anyway, it’s broken anyway.

"You don't mind..." Heimdall was unrestrained when it came to magic, eager to take out his wand.

"Oh, of course I don't mind." Gabriel said that this little time doesn't matter.

Heimdall believed that he had never mistaken the spell, so the bang of the pocket watch really surprised him, as well as the students around him.

Everyone stepped back unsteadily, all gaping.

The unexpected situation was not over yet, at the same moment as the pocket watch exploded, a golden light cluster rose into the sky from the scattered smoke, piercing into the sky with a whoosh sound.The golden light illuminates half of the sky in an instant, and the light flashes away, and the nearly black purple-red gushes out from the clouds, puffing and puffing and spreading in all directions, forming a clear triangular figure in the sky, and then collapses suddenly, like clouds and mist. fade away.

The whole process is fleeting, faster than lightning.

The people on the ground were still looking up at the sky with their necks up, unable to recover for a long time.

Gabriel murmured, "Since it's fireworks, why don't you put my name on it?" The little beauty felt that the simple triangle was not beautiful enough.

Grindelwald's mind is really different from that of ordinary people, and a pocket watch needs to be covered with defensive magic.

Heimdall lowered his head, looking at the charred black parts that fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face.

The expressions of two people on the Hogwarts campus changed subtly with the splendor of the fireworks. One was Albus Dumbledore with deep eyes; the other was Victor Crewe with gloomy eyes. m.

The changes in the sky came and went in a hurry, and the wizards in the leisurely Hogsmeade village hadn't reacted to the fact that the "firework show" was over.

The humble show didn't attract much attention, except at the end of a certain street.

At the entrance of the Devis Bans store, the middle-aged clerk, who received the unanimous evaluation of "loyalty and honesty" from the local residents, faced Hogwarts as if no one else was there, with an astonishing piety on his simple and honest face.

This abrupt detail is rarely noticed.

×××

The silver-maned horse pulling Beauxbaton's ornately carved carriage jumped up with stomping, neighing and fluttering wings; the huge three-masted ship blew a loud horn and sank to the bottom of the water with a crash.

In the room of the three-masted ship, Heimdall held two photos like a baby. The first photo was a group photo of him and the creatures of the Forbidden Forest, a reluctant centaur who refused to face the camera; The eight-eyed prince stealing the spotlight in mid-air; the glittering baby unicorn; the shy Panglock...and his animal companions.

The other is a photo with the mermaid group headed by the mermaid leader Cocos in the water. In the photo, he is as small as an ant.

Heimdall patted Little Eight Eyes who was lying on the side—it was a bit depressing to be away from home—and put the two photos in a padlocked photo album for safekeeping.

At this time, the sun happened to be on the top of the tower of Hogwarts Castle. The scorching sun in June could not completely dispel the chilly spring, and the stone walls were still as cold as frost.

The green shade of Hogwarts campus was like waves, and the rustling of leaves stirred up a trace of indescribable restlessness.

The end of one season, the beginning of another.