HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 791

one,

It's so unscientific...

The Six Sages, who were proudly reminiscing about their great achievements, stopped talking and turned around suspiciously, "Are you talking?"

"No, no." Heimdall shook his head innocently, he just complained with his thoughts.

Could it be that the six sages' mind-taking has evolved into a passive skill?The head of the room carefully controlled the facial nerves, for fear of being spotted by the six sages who have turned into spirits.

The six sages were very suspicious, and their eyes swept Heimdall's face back and forth. It took a long time to relax, and continued to praise his great life enough to make wizards all over the world worship him.

Heimdall thought to himself, he came to repair the stone circle, not to read books.

He sat beside a stone tablet that had been weathered into the shape of a finger, raised the wand in his hand, and let the light from the fluorescent flashes illuminate the mottled text on it as much as possible. The above explanations are carefully copied in the notebook.

This work is time-consuming and labor-intensive. Many ancient runes have been eaten away by time and are incomplete. If the meaning of the runes on the stone tablet is not clarified first, how can it be repaired?

What's abominable is that the six sages are ambiguous on this--intentionally or unintentionally, he can only try to decipher the inscription through the sage's notes borrowed from the school library. Sage, relying on him is worse than relying on the magnifying glass in your hand——Heimdall took out a magnifying glass larger than the palm of your hand, and observed the blurred totem on the stone tablet.

"...Did you listen to me?" The six sages sang, not forgetting to monitor Heimdall's every move, expressing great indignation at his indifference. "Boy who doesn't know what is good or bad, how many people rushed to talk to me back then, but I turned a blind eye. You don't know how to cherish the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?!"

"My ears are idle. No one speaks here except you, so you don't have to worry about me not hearing." Heimdall said absent-mindedly.

The six sages refused to let go, "Then tell me what I just said!"

"do not know."

The Six Sages were furious, "You are lying!"

"I'm an ordinary person, and I can't do two things at once. What's more, what I said is the truth. I listened, but I didn't remember it."

"Are you still confident?" The six sages circled around Heimdall, looking like they were about to criticize him.

"Why don't you look at it like this," Heimdall put down the notebook and wand in his hand, raised his head and said seriously, "I will concentrate on listening to you today, and come back to restore the stele tomorrow. What do you think?"

The six sages are at a loss for words, and it is self-evident which is more important.

Heimdall picked up his wand and notebook calmly, and devoted himself to the drawing work.

The six sages, who had been silent for many years, were quiet for less than half an hour, and couldn't sit still anymore.

"The person who applied to use the sage's room with you that day is your man?"

The Six Sages are planning to start with gossip and proceed step by step?

Heimdall said: "He is my husband, we are registered and have a legal marriage relationship."

Although the same-sex marriage was not legalized in the wizarding world more than 1000 years ago, the Six Sages are different from Carlo in essence, so they don’t focus too much on the extensibility of this topic, or he doesn’t care whether the answer is shocking or not. I quickly found a way to connect the past and the next, and moved on to the next topic.

"He's a graduate of Durmstrang?"

Heimdall was embarrassed to throw out "nonsense", so he nodded.

"He didn't attend the lab?"

"Victor is the main Seeker of the Durmstrang school team. Since you can enter and leave the sage's room at will, you should be able to see the Quidditch trophies displayed in the castle window, including the first youth Quidditch Cup, as well as many individual awards dedicated to Victor."

The Six Sages didn't care about Quidditch at all, so they casually said a few perfunctory words, and then said, "You didn't join the Quidditch school team?"

"I'm already in the research lab, and I don't have the time, energy, or interest in participating in other interest groups." Heimdall was sure that the Six Sages were playing tricks on him, in other words, he had too much free time.

The Six Sages are obviously very interested in the legendary experimental laboratory, "Is the creator of the experimental laboratory your ancestor?"

"Yes, Jolf Sven Sturluson, haven't you seen his portrait? It's in the Rector's Gallery."

never seen it?Haven't seen it, but heard of it.In fact, all the sages have heard about the movements of the German school for thousands of years, but the sages are inconvenient to have fun with the people because of their face and trying to maintain a glorious image of Gaoquan.

"Tell me about the laboratory." The six sages said enthusiastically.

"What do you want to know?" Heimdall had already drawn the ancient rune on the last stone tablet.

"I heard that your Sturlusson family has been in control of the experimental laboratory since Yolf?" the six sages said.

"It can't be said to be in control, our family is very lucky." Heimdall sighed in his heart, the six sages are too troublesome, now he still has to use two things at once, and if he says something wrong, the six sages will ignore him If he spread it out with his brain, he would become a family sinner.

"Except for the founder Jolf, there are not many outstanding performances as the head of the room." The six sages probably want to complain: those incompetent people can also be the head of the room.

In fact, from the perspective of Heimdall’s younger generation, most of the predecessors worked hard, but the goals they focused on did not match the frequency of the Six Sages. For example, Heimdall’s predecessor, Alvin Benson, the Six Sages did not think highly of him. The reason is that Benson is too conformist, conservative in his goals, only seeking steady development, and lacks the courage to forge ahead.

But the principals generally spoke highly of Benson, and even the hard-to-please Beto Prodi praised him, because Benson was a student first, and then the director of the laboratory.All in all, it's difficult for everyone to agree that Shunde's brother's love is broken by his sister-in-law's.

Heimdall had a vague premonition, assuming that the six sages were quite optimistic about a certain former head of the experimental research laboratory, and he was not a focused and conservative middle school like Benson, then there might be only one result.

"What do you think of Gellert Grindelwald, one of the former directors of the experimental research laboratory?" Heimdall asked nonchalantly, staring at the lines drawn in his hand.

The noisy six sages did not speak this time.

"He is a very talented student." The regret in the tone of the Six Sages who finally spoke was not difficult to hear.

Heimdall said nothing.

"His feelings for Durmstrang are quite complicated. He once tried to get the world to recognize him through the school, but the school rejected his out-of-group and also denied his so-called 'abnormal way to realize self-worth'." Six Sages Those who say.

"Any normal school will not tolerate abnormal students. Considering the reputation and sustainable development, it is understandable for the school to drive away the budding Grindelwald," Heimdall said. "It's been quite accommodating to just chase him away instead of informing the police or the Aurors."

"The reason why he was driven away was that he frequently conducted dangerous experiments." The Six Sages reminded.

Heimdall didn't take it seriously, "If you say it's a dangerous experiment, then it must be a dangerous experiment."

"...You are very calm." The Six Sages felt that his calmness when he talked about this was extraordinary. Shouldn't normal teenagers be more intense or more shocked?

"I have dealt with Grindelwald. He is indeed not a good person. Besides, this incident has passed for nearly a century. I am just telling the truth. There is no need to cry for an old vegetable who caressing about human life."

What the Six Sages wanted to say again, Heimdall interrupted him, "Okay, I've described it all."

As expected, the attention of the six sages was all on the stele.

"The next step is to practice spells. You must read all the ancient runes clearly and find out their connections. If you can't even read them, even friendly magic will dismiss you." The six sages said excitedly.

"I know, don't be too happy, this is just the first step." Heimdall was afraid that it would backfire.

"Quickly, read it to me." The six sages kept urging.

"Let me know everything first."

"You can't read?!" The six sages spoke as if he had committed a heinous crime.

"It's no longer popular for modern wizards to say good morning to each other with ancient runes as a daily language." Heimdall murmured mockingly.

The head of the room was stuttering while reading, and the six sages were very anxious.

"You have been waiting for more than 1000 years, and these days are not bad." Heimdall turned to the next page and continued to stammer calmly.

After the first reading, Heimdall didn't know what he was reading; after the second reading, he felt that he had gotten the hang of it; after the third reading, he finally had such a vague feeling...

After chanting around the stone formation for the sixth time, his mouth became parched, then he turned around resolutely, and left the cave with the roar of the six sages hating iron for steel.

The brilliance faded away, and the cave became silent again.

After a while, a dark beetle crawled out from behind the rock, moved forward aimlessly, and finally crawled to the side of the stone tablet.Perhaps feeling tired from climbing, the beetle rested under a stone tablet, flapping its wings from time to time.

Suddenly, the beetle saw another beetle on the rock not far away, and couldn't help being elated. It flapped its wings and flew up, but it didn't notice that the whole stone circle was quietly changing.When the flying beetle tried to cross the stone formation to find the figure of another beetle, the surrounding space vibrated and distorted, and the beetle, unaware of it, accelerated its flight speed and rushed out with a buzzing sound.

The twist subsides in an instant.

The beetle on the rock sensed something and turned around, only to see the unchanging mottled stele.The beetle slid down the rock and soon disappeared.

At another point in time at the same place, the person reading the book in his hand noticed something strange coming from the stone circle behind him. He put down the book and strode over. Make his eyes shine like stars in the night.

The buzzing sound of flying insects gradually approached, and he stretched out his hand to grab the black beetle firmly in his palm.

two,

Cesar Gezov, director of the Sports Department of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic, frowned slightly, and repeated, "Henry Derry?"

Willie Danle smiled steadily, as if everything was under control, "Yes, Chief Referee Henry Derry."

"Oh," Gezov nodded, "so what? What do you want to express?"

Danle's smile remained unchanged, "The chief referee Derry is very optimistic about the Bulgarian national team and hopes that the Bulgarian team will go further and be more stable in the World Cup."

Gerzoff also kept his expression unchanged, and said with a puzzled face: "Thank you, Chief Referee Derry, for your kindness, but I don't understand, it seems to have nothing to do with our conversation."

Dan Le took a deep breath in his heart. In his heart, Cesar Gezov became a fool who didn't know how to adapt. How could he not be touched by such an obvious hint, only dazed? !

"Don't you understand?" Dan Le deliberately created a mysterious atmosphere, lowered his voice, and leaned forward. "Once there is the guarantee from the chief referee Derry, is the Bulgarian team afraid that they will have nowhere to go? Are they afraid that they will not go far? Are they afraid that they will not be stable enough?"

Of course Gezov is not a fool. If he was a fool, how could he have climbed to the position of director of the Sports Department as soon as he turned [-] without any background? Just one step away.

Gezov leaned back on the back of the sofa with a pensive expression on his face. He didn't take his eyes off Danle, taking in Danle's complacency.

"Let's sum it up." Gezov finally sat up straight and said.

Dan Le made a gesture of listening and respecting.

"The reason why you would rather be scolded by the wizards of your country as 'broken faith', and join the Bulgarian national team at all costs before the World Cup, is because referee Henry Derry believes that the Bulgarian team has a future?"

Dan Le's expression changed slightly, while Director Gezov's eyes were calm.

"Your analogy is not appropriate, but it is true that the referee Derry believes that the Bulgarian national team has a future." It took a lot of effort for Danle not to turn the table over.

Gezov was unmoved, and continued, "And the premise that we don't need to be 'feared' is to let you be the main Seeker?"

"It's not just the main force," Dan Le said seriously. "It should be the only main Seeker."

"Then what if there is a headache? Should we abstain?" Gezov said in embarrassment.

You have a headache!Danler is unhappy with his "curse".

"Coach Utta Stubb will choose the right person to replace me. I trust Coach Stubb's judgment." Danle's smile had a deep meaning.

In other words, coach Maric will also step aside.

Gezov touched his chin. Dan Le, who had a straight waist, felt inexplicably guilty when he looked at him, but when he thought of his strong backing, his weakened spine hardened again.

"Okay, I think I understand everything." Gezov nodded with a smile.

Infected by his smile, Dan Le also smiled, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief.

Gezov stood up, Danle had to give up the idea of ​​making friends with him, and stood up too.

"Happy cooperation." Dan Le stretched out his hand pretentiously.

Gezov didn't extend his hand, but opened the door for him in a seemingly courteous manner, "It's a pleasant cooperation."

Dan Le put down his hand and walked out.

Gezov stood outside the door smiling and watching Danle go away, like a good leader who pays attention to his subordinates.

A moment later, Gezov walked back to the room with a blank expression on his face. The portrait behind the exotic Arabic screen was opened, and two people came out from inside, one was Victor and the other was Lange.

"Did you all hear that?" Gazov said straight to the point.

The two nodded.

Gerzoff asked Langer bluntly, "Is there a way to keep him out of the game without anyone noticing?"

"Unknowingly, we need the right time, place and people." Lange pointed out calmly.

"You don't need to worry about those, I will arrange them." Gezov asked again, "Can it be done?"

"no problem."

Lange's teacher was a poison master. Although Lange didn't develop in that direction in order to enter the political arena at that time, it doesn't mean that he was not educated.Langer was not surprised by Gezov's request. Among the three pharmacists, he was the only "outsider" who could be trusted, and the other two were "his own people" brought in by Dan Le.

"Krum." Gezov turned to Victor.

Victor shrugged, "I will do my job well. As long as Bulgaria still needs me, I will never take the initiative to turn around."

This is a reassuring guarantee. The problems exposed by Snow Strulusson's blatant poaching embarrass Gezov, who is the director of the Sports Department, and he can finally let go of his hanging in the air. .

Later, the two left Gezov's room.

"Is Cesar Gerzoff one of the candidates for the next Minister of Magic?" Lange asked.

"The Ministry of Magic of Bulgaria has no plans to change the minister, but private rumors do spread that Cesar is not the most promising candidate. It can even be said that few people mention his name." Victor reserved his attitude.

"The person elected in the end is generally not the one who was most favored in advance, especially when the gossip spreads before the incumbent steps down." Lange smiled meaningfully.

"Gezov has a knack for it," Victor said. "He deliberately let me hear the conversation between him and Danle. From the moment I heard them talking, there was no way out. The overall situation is the most important thing, otherwise I don’t know good from bad. He ruled out dissidents for me, cleared obstacles for me, sacrificed Henry Drey’s promise for my appearance, and gave up the opportunity to show favor to the chief referee. What else can I do? ?”

Lange said: "Work hard for the Bulgarian national team."

"That's his purpose, isn't it?" Victor raised his mouth.

three,

Heimdall walked into the bar, came to the bar counter, ordered a glass of butterbeer, drank half of the glass in one go, wiped his mouth, and took the glass to the seat by the window.

The person in the seat raised his head and pushed the creamy ice cream in front of him, "Have some?"

"No, my stomach gets cold after eating." Heimdall drank butter beer honestly.

"Where's your son?" The person opposite pulled the ice cream back and ate it himself.

Heimdall put down his empty wine glass, "Can't you, a wanted criminal, stay in a dark corner and repent your life while biting a handkerchief?"

Grindelwald licked the ice cream on the spoon, and answered irrelevantly, "Anything interesting in school recently?"

This wanted criminal is very good at self-adjustment, and his ability to pretend to be deaf and dumb is a must.

Heimdall, who was attracted by Lao Caipi's eating, pulled his eyes back, "Why do you care so much about your alma mater, a dropout?"

"I used to be a student of that school anyway."

"I thought you hated Durmstrang, it disgraced you."

"Maybe," Grindelwald put down his spoon, not seeming all that interested in the ice cream. "I did get annoyed and resentful and wanted to blow it up or have my sweet little ones stomp it down, but the good memories of it ultimately outweighed the negative emotions. Can't I Care about your alma mater?"

The little baby in Grindelwald's mouth is naturally the legendary Nether Army.

"I'm not used to you being so emotional." Heimdall raised his hand and asked for an ice cream.

Lao Caipi pushed his cup forward again, "Eat this, I'll just take a bite."

The head of the room gave him a hard look, "I won't eat your saliva!"

Grindelwald said solemnly: "The things used by the elders often have good blessings, and the young people who use them can keep youth forever and prolong life."

Why is it like a magic stick? !

Heimdall stared at him, "Who did you listen to?"

"You must be cursing in your heart: This old bastard is misleading the public again!" Lao Caipi said calmly.

Heimdall corrected with a deep expression, "You are an old dish, not an old man."