HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 519 It's Like Playing a Game

The school in Liquor Village is actually a small shack, with a small blackboard and a crude podium. In front of the podium are ten desks with mottled corners and twenty rickety chairs. Every two students share one tables.

Heimdall saw that there were candle holders at the corners of each table. David said that the candle holders were for the midnight astronomy class, but he had never taken astronomy since he entered school. The candle holders were useless because they No telescope.

Heimdall adjusted his camera lens to take a picture of a candlestick thickly covered in ash.Although the hardware facilities are crude, it does not affect the children's enthusiasm for learning. The walls of the classroom are covered with colorful posters and parchments, most of which are children's graffiti. After removing these imaginative and layered pictures, Heimdall found that Posters and messages for many of the events appear to have been cut from newspapers.

Victor found information about the last Sugar Mouse on the wall behind the classroom. There was a photo of Heimdall winning the championship on the wall behind the classroom. The shining white light and mushroom cloud-like smoke made the scene in the photo look like a smoky public bathroom. Come and go inside, can't tell who is who.

Heimdall took a few more pictures, and they followed David out of the quiet classroom.

Outside the classroom is a flat sandy land, with a set of goals supported by wood and ropes on the left and right sides. Regardless of the poor conditions, this is the favorite place for children in the village to stay and play.Liquor Village will hold a Quidditch competition every month. The participating teams are spontaneously organized by the villagers. There is no age or gender threshold for registration. Anyone can play as long as they are technically approved.The Quidditch competition in Liquor Village is all about having fun and having fun.

The representative of the Quidditch League came back shaking his head. He only needed to glance back and forth with his eyes to see that the pitch was not up to standard, but what could be done.The villagers already knew it well, and there was no need to tell them again. What he had to do was to report this matter to the upper echelon of the alliance in its entirety. This was also the purpose of his coming here today.

Heimdall reunited with the long-lost witch from the Kosol Foundation. It turned out that after entering the village, she touched the school and hid outside the house to eavesdrop on the teacher's class.Although the time was not long, it was enough for her to roughly judge the quality of teaching here.

She told Heimdall that there was only one teacher in this village, and this teacher was in charge of teaching all the courses including flying lessons.This is also a common problem in many remote areas. The quality of teaching has not been improved, and the key lies in the lack of talents.

"Even if we cooperate with the wizarding education committee to actively promote it, it will not help. There are no teachers who are responsible for a single subject. An all-around professor. A wizard always has something he's good at and what he's not good at." The witch ate the fruit pie that the generous villagers gave her, her brows twisted into twists. "Besides, we are just a foundation that relies on donations from well-meaning people, not a teacher training institution. We can only report the situation to the higher authorities, and we cannot make up our minds. That is what the local Ministry of Magic has to do."

It can be seen that this anxious witch has put a lot of energy into this career. She loves her work, dreams of her ideals, and is indignant at the shackles of her work, even though the foundation cannot let her Rich clothing and fine food, famous and established.Heimdall expressed his sincere admiration for her spirit.

"Does this school use the teaching materials developed by the education department of the Spanish Ministry of Magic?" Heimdall didn't know how much she knew about why she came here today, so she had to ask the question around the corner.

The witch smiled slyly, "What do you think?"

"Does this teacher in Liquor Village also teach black magic? I asked, but you have never held a black magic training class." Heimdall said.

"Because the Education Committee disagreed, a group of stubborn old people." The witch curled her lips. "Actually, we applied for the Education Committee to send experts, but of course we were accepted by Avada." The witch made a grimace. "Later we tried to directly apply for our own Charms training courses, and we also searched for the experts in charge of the courses. You know, black magic is also a curse. The application was approved, but no wizard was willing to teach, even if the beard is thicker than the hair Long, with one foot in the coffin, those old guys still value their reputation more than their lives. One by one, they are afraid to avoid it, and claim that they know nothing about black magic."

Heimdall took off his peaked cap and scratched his hair, "Since that's the case, what's the point of the black magic part of this set of textbooks?" To be honest, he had already considered the possibility of such a situation before, and it still made him a little nervous to face it. receive a blow.

The witch ate the fruit pie and licked her fingers, "The situation has changed this year. After Easter, we seem to see new hope for that part of the textbook."

"How to say?"

"We have finally found a wizard who is willing to be a black arts training professor." The witch announced with a smile. "It was recommended to us by Professor Katenen of your school."

Heimdall and Victor exchanged glances, and the master was as surprised as he was.

Heimdall suddenly thought of a certain possibility. Although this idea was a bit whimsical, Professor Katenen was not an old pedant who followed the rules.

"Who did the professor recommend?"

"A male wizard named Nikolai Yezhof, this is the candidate who has been confirmed, and there are several other people who are being reviewed by the top management of the Foundation."

Heimdall twitched the corner of his mouth.

A woman's sixth sense made her keenly aware of something, "You know?"

"We met once." Heimdall didn't plan to talk more. "You just need to know who he is."

"I'm not sure." The witch stroked her hair, a little hesitant. "I heard that Ms. Kosol didn't agree to it at first, and this matter was put on hold for a week. I don't know why she agreed to it later." She is not a core member of the foundation, so she cannot participate in the core meeting. Many things can only be passed through Uncertain gossip to try to figure out.

"Have you met Mr. Yezhov?" Heimdall asked.

"Yes, he has been to the office of our foundation." The witch's eyes flashed like stars. "His cloak is cool, he treats people kindly, is humorous and personable, he is an old handsome guy that people can't help liking, and the witches of our foundation have a good impression of him."

Heimdall murmured in his heart, maybe there is no wizard with more brains than these old villains in the world, who knows how to win over people's hearts, and pretend to be compassionate and good-hearted to deceive the public.They actually put their mind on children's charities, although this can indeed increase their positive impression points and pave the way for their wanted orders to be downgraded.Now he can't figure out why Ms. Kosol is willing to give them a chance. There must be a difficult decision-making process that others cannot detect. Now that this matter has been finalized, it also shows that this lady is a courageous witch. I believe she is right Yezhovna's dishonorable background was well known.

Regardless, the news is exciting.

"Our greatest hope now is to have more wizards join in." The witch smiled brightly, full of vigor.

Heimdall thought her smile looked stunning.

"They need school supplies." Heimdall spoke to the witch in a low voice. "Without binoculars, how to conduct astronomy practical classes, and there is no way to draw astrology maps. I also observed their other learning tools, quill pens and ink bottles shared by several people, as well as parchment paper."

The witch nodded, "I know. The foundation has already tried to raise funds. This village was only recently on our list. So we didn't know about it. Many problems are imminent."

Thinking of the stinging weeds so lush in the woods, Heimdall hastily swallowed the words that rushed to his lips.This matter must not be revealed casually, otherwise this peaceful small village will never have peace.

It was already the afternoon class time, and members of the inspection team gathered at the school one after another to observe the school's class situation behind the small classroom.The members of the inspection team witnessed the embarrassing teaching environment in the small hut. The expressions on the faces of each wizard were serious. It seemed that their respective tasks were not going well. Heimdall hoped that they would truthfully report what they saw when they returned. smell.

Regardless of grade, regardless of age, thirteen children keep the same progress from 11 to 17 years old... The only consolation is that at least they can go to school.

The children sat on the creaking wooden chairs and looked down at the books. Some children buried their heads in scribbling. Uninvited guests behind them disrupted the peaceful classroom, and the whispers became louder and louder.

Many wizards frowned and took out their pocket watches.

"Why hasn't the teacher come?" Heimdall and Victor muttered.

Victor found something, and looked towards the entrance of the shed, "Someone is coming."

Before the words were finished, the village head pushed the door open and entered. He raised his eyes and saw a group of members of the inspection team who had focused on him pause in their footsteps. He quickly adjusted his mood and announced to the children, "Spells will be changed to self-study classes, you can read the books by yourself. "

Immediately there were screams of dissatisfaction in the classroom, and several children jumped up to protest, but the village chief ignored them.

"What's going on here? Why didn't the teacher come?" The witch from the Kosol Foundation hurried towards the village chief.

"The teacher went to the city to do business at noon, and he has a lot of things to sell," a child yelled, showing ambiguous smiles with the other children. "And drop by to see his girlfriend."

The witch looked at the village head in surprise, "Really?"

The village chief wanted to pretend to be deaf and dumb, but he was disturbed by these little bastards who were eager to show off, and his face was a little ugly.

"He still has classes in the afternoon, so how can he leave his students behind to do business and see a girlfriend?!"

"Business is very important, it is related to the livelihood after winter." The village chief disagreed with the witch's statement. If you are not in charge of a family, you don't know how expensive the money is, and women on the plains are too pampered.

"But teaching is his job!"

"How can you teach when you can't eat enough?!"

The witch was speechless.

"...What about that girlfriend?" The witch struggled desperately, trying to "set things right".

"It should be. Get a wife early and come back. With a stable family, he can devote himself to the work of teaching and educating people without distractions."

The witch turned around and ran back to the back of the classroom in small steps, holding Heimdall's hand in tears for comfort.

After listening to her complaints, Mr. Stuluson shrugged his shoulders and said that he was powerless. He couldn't blame her for saving money to marry a wife. She insisted on sleeping and forgetting to eat and sleep day and night, so she had to share the joys and sorrows with the witch and grieve together.

Just when the witch seemed to be leaning against Heimdall's side weakly, but in the eyes of the master, she actually frowned and frowned, wanting to grab the woman's hair and throw her out as a Quaffle, Heimdall suddenly pushed the witch away, and walked behind a child in two steps in three steps.

The witch and Victor couldn't help being taken aback, and saw Chief Sturluson say to the child in a very stern tone: "The wand is for waving lightly, not for you to hit the Bludger, why are you shaking your arm? Why are you shaking your shoulders?!"

The child turned his head back, a pair of blue-black eyes filled with surprise, he stared at Heimdall for a while, then turned his face coldly, as if saying "None of your business".

Heimdall understood that his move was a bit reckless, and he should put an end to any actions that might "expose his identity", but when he saw the child waving his wand as if charging into battle, all his calm disappeared, and when he regained consciousness, The words have been spoken, and the person has already left the original seat. Fortunately, he has not forgotten his crappy Irish accent.Heimdall reminded himself that the arrow had to be fired, and he didn't want to pretend it never happened before putting the arrow back into the quiver.

"It's great that you can understand English." Director Strulusson seemed to ignore the other party's resistance, and sat down on the empty seat next to him. "What are you looking at?" The familiar man poked his head over to read his textbook... His eyes were full of Spanish, and Director Sturluson retreated instantly.

The boy said nothing, looked at the uninvited visitor coldly, and ignored his inquiries.

"David!" Heimdall yelled forward and waved.

David quickly ran to the back, "What's the matter?"

The boy watched the interaction between the two in amazement. Chief Sturlusson held up the boy's textbook, "What's this passage?"

"Black magic." David flipped through the pages, reported the answer, and squinted at the paralyzed boy below.

The boy's brows and eyes were calm, showing no emotion, but Heimdall still sensed that he was unhappy.

"Thank you, you can go back." Heimdall took the book back.

David ran back to the front happily again. Ever since he got the wand, the kid seemed to be suffering from ADHD and couldn't stay still for a moment.However, David did not show off his new wand everywhere. He just gave his best friend a sneak peek. His father Luis gave him thousands of exhortations.

"Your black magic has been taught so far? The progress is pretty fast." Heimdall spoke to himself, regardless of whether the other party answered or not.When he found that the blank space of each page was full of crooked notes, Xiao Snack was surprised. He didn't expect this kid to study very seriously.

"You were practicing this spell just now, weren't you?" Heimdall held up the simple dynamic pictures in the book to the boy's eyes. "Did it work?"

The boy glanced at him and said nothing.

"It didn't work, I thought about it, black magic is not something ordinary people can learn..." The book in his hand was snatched away, and the boy glared at him angrily, falling into his aggressive trick.

The boy took out a glass bottle from his schoolbag——Heimdall cocked his lips when he saw it, and there was some water in the glass bottle. The boy took out two pieces of parchment from his schoolbag that were just bigger than the mouth of the bottle, and poured them into the bottle. The bottle was covered and stopped by Heimdall.

Heimdall took out a portable ink bottle, poured some into it, and the clear water immediately turned blue. He took the parchment from the boy's hand, covered them on the bottle mouth, took out his wand and cast a spell on it, The parchment closed quickly, wrapping tightly around the bottle like a layer of skin.

"Okay, come on." Heimdall turned the bottle upside down on the table and pushed it in front of the boy.

The boy regained his composure, raised his wand and swung it vigorously at the bottle, reciting the spell very loudly.

"Crack the thousand junctures!"

The classroom became extremely quiet at that moment, and the echo of the crackling sound rang in everyone's ears, but there was no danger comparable to the sensational name of this spell.

Those who are sitting are still sitting securely, and those who are standing are still obediently down-to-earth.

"It doesn't seem to work." After a while, Heimdall's voice sounded in the quiet classroom.

The boy turned the bottle over, and Heimdall's wand moved a little faster. The parchment covering the mouth of the bottle fell off, and the two layers of paper were intact. The only difference was that the inner layer of parchment was soaked in water.

The boy checked back and forth for a long time, and finally faced the reality. His face seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, and he looked extremely lonely.

"I told you that there was something wrong with your waving gesture, but you didn't believe me." Heimdall directly poked his heart, not caring for the young at all.

At this time, the two of them had become the focus of attention of the entire classroom. Everyone saw the boy pushing the bottle in front of Heimdall with a look of grief and anger.

"You come!"

Heimdall grinned, "I'll come if you ask me to, why should I listen to you?"

Like David, the boy has never seen anything more shameless than this. He was at a loss for a moment, but instead of solving the problem with tears like David, he frowned and thought for a while, and said, "You Are there conditions?"

Heimdall laughed. Unexpectedly, the child was quite "sophisticated". He turned the magic wand in his hand playfully. A cluster of silver flames erupted from the tip of the wand, which startled the boy. He stared at Heimdall's face in horror. He kept looking at his hands.

"Did you like school?" Heimdall asked.

"Like it," said the boy.

"Any plans?"

"……do not know."

"If you want to find a job outside the village, you can apply for the Ministry of Magic's junior wizard certification exam. If you pass it and you are more confident, you can continue to take the exam."

The boy was very moved, but his little face quickly darkened, "Our family has no money..."

The witch from the Kosol Foundation leaned over and said kindly, "The exam doesn't need money. If you really plan to take it, we can help you."

"Really?" The boy's face gradually brightened.

"Of course, that's why we're here," the witch promised.

The boy opened his eyes and smiled, and when his eyes fell on Heimdall's face, he suddenly froze, as if thinking of something, he put away his smile, and pushed the bottle forward with a serious face, "You come!"

Heimdall laughed, and did as he did. There was an inaudible muffled sound in the bottle, followed by strings of fine bubbles.

……

The boy silently looked at the two layers of parchment on the table. The inner layer was full of holes of different sizes as if pierced by needles. Blue water overflowed from these holes and stained the upper layer of parchment.

"Believe it this time." Chief Sturlusson laughed arrogantly three times.

The witch said with a smile: "How old I am, I still care about children."

"I'm not even 17 yet."

The witch was taken aback, by the way, the one in front of her is not yet an adult, she couldn't help but wonder in her heart.

It is also a pioneering work to remove a lot of complicated positive or negative descriptions, and introduce black magic through playing games without any purpose. For example, the bottle water they played just now penetrates two layers.If it is placed in other books, the introduction may take the trouble to warn you that if this magic is intensified and used on living creatures, it will have a completely different and terrifying effect. It will make the internal organs riddled with holes, Creepy descriptions such as instant bursting... Excessive exaggeration of its negative effects may instead give some enlightenment to those with ulterior motives.

Again, there is no right or wrong in the spell itself, the key lies in the people who use them.

"How do you do it?" The boy humbly asked for advice.

"Gestures are very important." Heimdall demonstrated it to him.

The boy didn't quite believe it at first, because it never occurred to him that swinging a wand was a skill, until the witch said to him, "Listen to him, he made it up, and of course he knows how to do it."

The boy was taken aback.

The witch turned his book to a string of names on the title page, pointed to one of them and said, "This is it."

"Heimdalstrusson." The boy said softly, then raised his head suddenly, and said with a bright face: "I know you, the champion of the broomstick speed competition in the last Sugar Mouse Competition!"

Heimdall touched his nose, "A fluke, a fluke..."

The witch winked at the embarrassed Chief Struluson, "Your little admirer."

The author has something to say: Hasler Gustav, whose mother’s surname was Klaus before she remarried, once served as the captain of the Quidditch school team to compete in the German school, and had a relationship with Mr. Krum’s broom The relationship that has been cut and messed up is Adam Klaus's brother (cousin in blood, his grandfather is the son-in-law). Later, with the help of Rommel, he successfully got rid of the surname of Klaus.

Back then, Father Hassler wanted to play a game of turning a sparrow into a phoenix, and fell in love with an ordinary witch, but his family didn't like it, so he instantly turned a phoenix into a sparrow.After years of wandering and wandering, having tasted the warmth and coldness of human relationships, the beautiful love wasted in daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, but the resentment in his heart deepened year by year. Abandoning his wretched wife, he returned home with the biggest bargaining chip in his hand - his son Hassler. Now he is in the arms of his well-matched wife, and gave him a son of "noble" blood, so Hassler It lost the value that allowed him to go back.The above is the tragic story about Hassler. By the way, the seemingly delicate stepmother is not a fuel-efficient lamp...

If there are children's shoes, even Adam doesn't know who it is, you can check the character list.

Hassler, who is now the young owner of the Crucible Shop, will appear in the next chapter.