HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 79

Instigated by August, Heimdall also went off to play Quidditch for a while. Facts have proved that he should not have a whim in the snowy weather, let alone listen to a certain captain's extremely relaxed words of encouragement.It might not be a big deal to the school team members, but he was almost frozen into a popsicle.

Fortunately, he was in good health. Even though he was blown by the wind and snow, he didn't seem to have any serious problems. Most importantly, the medicine given by the school doctor Mr. Follett played a decisive role.

There was no one in the South Tower school building, and the fireplace in the lounge was still continuously delivering heat. The black and white sofas lay in front of the fireplace, which lacked the crowded noise and laughter of the past.The climate in the tower has been the same [Sunny] for seven days in a row, thin clouds are floating around the top of the tower with nothing to do, and even the orange brilliance of the artificial sunlight has become extremely dim.The first-year and second-year students couldn't wait to leave the school after taking the last exam. The dormitory without students makes people feel unmotivated.It was only then that Heimdall realized that he was a real social creature.

So he responded to Bernick's request and "dragged his family" to the west tower and lived in room 069.

Duncan risked his life to read books, temporarily abandoned his favorite study of human body, and plunged into the ocean of knowledge.He hadn't taken his eyes off the book since he came back from the Quidditch pitch, and Heimdall was secretly amazed by such a spectacle.

"I'm done, who's going to wash next?" Bernick came out of the bathroom in his pajamas.

Duncan waved his hand.

Victor pushed Heimdall, "You go first." (=w=For the great cause of sustainable development of mankind, you two can wash together)

The house elf moved quickly, the bathtub was already filled with water, colorful bubbles floated on the water, and the whole bathroom was filled with a refreshing and pleasant fragrance.After taking a comfortable bath, Heimdall took out his textbooks and joined the learning army.There are no elective courses in Durmstrang's first grade, which means that all subjects studied this semester are compulsory. If there is no scope for him to be drawn by the professors in advance, reviewing will be an extremely scary thing.

Time passed slowly, and before you knew it, it was late at night.

The book in front of him was suddenly taken away, and Heimdall subconsciously grabbed it, but was stopped by Bernick. "Who are you going to sleep with tonight?" Bernick said.

Heimdall took back his textbook. "I used to sleep with you, it's fine as usual."

"I'm going to stay up late today to review, it may affect you." Bernick turned his head to look, just as Duncan walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower. "It's not safe." He muttered to himself when he saw a certain Frenchman walking around the room with his bare upper body.

Mr. Orville has very sharp ears. "What do you mean?" Duncan glanced dissatisfied.

"It's literally." Bernick said unmoved. "It's better to sleep with Victor, he has always slept honestly, and there is no need to worry about doing things he shouldn't do."

Mr. Orville quit, pulling Heimdall past him, vowing to salvage his defamed reputation. "You sleep with me tonight!" He said firmly.

"I don't care, as long as there is a place to sleep, it's the same everywhere." A certain boy shrugged and opened the book again.

In the middle of the night, Victor woke up suddenly. He blinked and listened to the movement for a while, then half sat up and opened the corner of the curtain. Heimdall was standing beside his bed with a pillow in his arms, with a sleepy and helpless. "What's wrong?" He asked in a low voice, and moved his place, Heimdall crawled onto the bed.

Putting the pillow back and fluffing it up, Heimdall yawned. "Bernick is right. Sleeping in the same bed with Duncan is like having a nightmare. It's too dishonest..." He muttered and rubbed his waist and calves. "If I go to sleep again, I will either be kicked to death by him or kicked out of bed with a punch. Forget it, I'll get down by myself." He yawned again.

"Sleep." Victor pulled the quilt for Heimdall.

It's nice to lie on a soft bed and not have to endure the "skin kiss" (Duncan sleeps naked) over and over again.Heimdall let out a long sigh of satisfaction, and fell asleep almost immediately.He slept deeply and comfortably that night, the heat emitted by Victor was amazing, and the bed was warm enough, warmer than sleeping on the bed in his own dormitory.

The next day, Heimdall woke up to the noise, and the people around him moved, causing the mattress to sag and rebound.This movement made him a little confused, and he didn't know where he was for a while.

With a sound of swipe, the curtain was pulled away from the outside, and voices poured in instantly——

"Look, it's here, where else can I go!" This was Duncan's voice.

"You didn't know that the person disappeared all night, and you are still confident?!" The sleepless night made Bernick a little mentally ill and... irritable.

"This is Durmstrang, what can happen?" Duncan felt that he was making a big fuss, so he decided to ignore it.

Victor sat up in bed, scratched his eyebrows, and asked, "What time is it?"

The two quarreling people paused at the same time, and Duncan looked blankly at Bernick, who took out a pocket watch from the pocket of his pajamas. "Seven eleven."

Victor heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, "What time is our final exam scheduled?"

Duncan stared suddenly: "07:30—"

***

As a result, they were all late.

Potions professor Roy Laurent waited for a long time in the public lounge of West Tower, and did not comment on their late arrival. After smiling, he asked if they would go to dinner first. Edmund, the only punctual present, expressed his appreciation The craving for breakfast, so the group went to the cafeteria logically.

After breakfast in the empty cafeteria, Professor Laurent took them to the large classroom on the third floor of the castle.It is usually used as a black magic practice classroom, but today it has become an examination room.

Professors from various subjects gathered together. In addition to the final assessment of Heimdall and the four senior brothers, they also had to give difficult questions to students who applied for make-up exams this semester. In short, at the end of the semester, the professors in Durmstrang will Involuntary excitement.

The content of the exams in the first grade and the fifth and sixth grades was completely different, so Heimdall was slipped out by Professor York alone and taken aside.

"My exam questions are very convenient," said the transfiguration professor.

Just as Heimdall was wondering what "convenience" meant, Professor York took out a roll of parchment and pulled it away completely.According to Heimdall's visual inspection, the beige parchment is about 20 centimeters wide and about 80 centimeters long, which is definitely beyond the standard.

"Write your opinion on the Animagus." York patted the parchment. "The length of the paper should be at least 70 centimeters." After speaking, he stuffed the parchment into Heimdall's hand.

Heimdall immediately protested, "But professor, we haven't gotten to Animagus yet." In fact, this is an advanced transfiguration course, and the lower grades don't even have entry qualifications.

York raised his eyebrows, his soybean-like eyes narrowed into a thin line. "Pay it after school starts." He ordered.

I have to give him a difficult time during the holiday.Heimdall nodded in agreement with Naik.

Next up is Professor Laura Manco, who teaches History of Magic. Heimdall became nervous when he saw her, and couldn't help trying to recall what he saw last night, but the more he wanted to forget, the faster he forgot until Manco stood in front of him. At that time, my mind had been "washed white".

"Mr. Sturlusson, please relax." Professor Manco was very amused by the boy's appearance of facing an enemy, and was actually afraid of it. Could it be that he is some kind of monster? !

Heimdall nodded mechanically.

Manco smiled and said, "Please tell me the reasons and consequences of the break between Bonacoud and Liechtenstein caused by the troll, and talk about your views on it."

The moment Heimdall heard this question, he almost couldn't restrain his excitement and hugged Professor Manko.This test question is really good, it seems that the goddess of luck is taking care of him.Heimdall once specifically asked Adam about the troll. He is a wizard from Liechtenstein, and he knows more about this matter than the wizards from other countries who are arguing endlessly, and he understands it more deeply.All the voices heard in the world come from Bonacourt. Since that break, Liechtenstein has refused to attend any meetings and refused to speak, so that the international public opinion is one-sided, and all the words that are beneficial to Bonacourt are circulated.Liechtenstein has not defended itself, not a single word.Silence does not mean lack of words, just like Mr. Lu Xun once said: only silence is the highest contempt.

When Heimdall finished answering the question, the brilliance in Laura Manco's eyes was impossible to ignore.He should be able to get good grades, a certain boy imagined.

The third is the dashing Professor Roy Laurent, whose attire could easily give the illusion that he's dating every day.

"I also want to give you a difficult problem like Professor York, and then hand it in next semester, but this is definitely not possible. The principal has taken special care of me to test you." Professor Laurent said pretending to be troubled.

So this is Karkaroff's "sinister" intention?Heimdall pouted.

"You have brought all your potion equipment." Laurent pointed to the table not far away, on which Heimdall's crucible and other utensils were placed. "Go and prepare a palliative, the ingredients are all in the small cabinet on the table. Don't make a mistake with the formula." He moved his fingers while reminding. "And order."

A quarter of an hour later, the palliative was ready.Professor Laurent walked to the crucible with faint silver-white steam constantly emitting, and looked inside. "Very good." After speaking, he took a step back.

Heimdall wanted to ask more carefully, but Roy Laurent had already walked away. What stood in his way was Professor Ladiri from the Protection of Magical Creatures class.This petite professor has a soft and kind heart. She likes animals, all kinds of animals.The students love her class, and she teaches her animal stories without reservation, because she hopes that everyone can treat magical animals well.

Professor Ladiri doesn't like to make things difficult for students. She only gives Heimdall oral questions and answers. When Heimdall answers correctly, the female professor will raise a slightly shy smile, looking at her flawless girlish smile. Heimdall instantly understood, no wonder at least seven of the ten boys in Durmstrang had their first crush on her.

Afterwards, subjects such as Charms and Black Magic also passed smoothly one by one. In fact, none of the professors gave him any problems, and there were even signs of letting him go. Astronomy... All this makes Heimdall sincerely lament that the trophy of the international competition has achieved outstanding results with Karkaroff.

***

Another two days passed, and the number on the calendar stopped at [13].Today is the date for Sugar Mouse to give out prizes.Heimdall was dragged out of bed early in the morning by none other than his dear father, Mr. Rommel Sturluson.

Suddenly awakened from a deep sleep, Heimdall leaned towards the heat source by instinct.

Rommel, who was on the edge of the bed, could only watch helplessly as the little unscrupulous clinging to Victor Krum's back refused to let go, let alone open his eyes. The sour taste is overflowing, and the roots of the teeth are itchy.

"I've never done anything like wake someone up, so," Rommel lowered his voice. "Don't make me say it a second time, Heimdall Strulusson."

Heimdall woke up, completely awake, and he jumped out of bed in a hurry, almost standing upright after a short rest.

Rommel moved the pocket watch in front of Heimdall, and a slight rattling sound came into his ears. "Only the aristocratic garbage and the bureaucrats who are not doing their jobs will waste most of their lives in bed. At the same time, this is their ultimate yearning." Rommel tightened his jaw and said lightly said.

Heimdall started to get dressed, and just as he unbuttoned his pajamas, a certain father was dissatisfied again.

"What do house-elves do, you don't even get your coat out of the closet beforehand, if Durmstrang's elves can't do it, find another way."

As if in response, Heimdall's school uniform instantly appeared in front of everyone, lying quietly on the bed.

Rommel snorted. "The working class works and the upper class calls the shots," he said deadpan. "People should not subvert the social system."

It was a dull morning, almost no one dared to speak, and even Principal Karkaroff's fiery enthusiasm was completely extinguished the moment he met Rommel Strulusson.

Waiting is boring and waiting is long.

When Heimdall took out his pocket watch to check the time for the sixth time, Rommel finally couldn't sit still. "I still have a meeting to attend at four o'clock in the afternoon." He looked at Heimdall with a trace of apology on his face. "Rig..."

"It's okay." Heimdall smiled. "That meeting must be very important, you should hurry up."

"Actually, you can make a request, as long as you do..."

Heimdall quickly interrupted him: "As a father, you have given me a lot, not only materially, but also spiritually."

"Really?" Rommel was slightly moved. "I'm not as good as you said." Unknowingly, he wanted to confess.

Heimdall joked, "If you are kicked out of the chairmanship of the branch because of negligence, I will sever the father-son relationship with you as soon as possible."

Rommel pretended to mutter, "Unfilial son..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for interrupting." Karkaroff behind the desk was looking at a letter in his hand. The letter had just been delivered and did not attract their attention at the time. It is also a hindsight to disassemble and read.After a while, he raised his face and looked at the crowd, with strange emotions flashing in his eyes. "Today's award ceremony has been cancelled."

"What?" Duncan was the first to jump up. "What do you mean by cancellation? Mr. Principal? Rigg won't get the award?"

"No," Karkaroff gave everyone a calm look. "The letter said that due to internal reasons, all the awards that were originally scheduled to be awarded today have been postponed indefinitely. The specific award time will be notified by the Sugar Rat Organizing Committee."

"What's the internal reason?" Rommel sensitively sensed that these words represented some kind of unusual information.

"I don't know." Karkaroff shook his head helplessly. "It didn't say that."

"For nothing," Duncan muttered, reclining back in his chair.

"You can go home." The principal announced immediately.

At this time, Heimdall turned to Rommel. The latter raised his eyebrows under his gaze, and he was unmoved, but within a minute, a certain father was defeated.

"Let me tell you, son, Krum's house is really not that good. It's just that there are more fields. Come with me to Iceland. Even if you can't wait for those old guys, you can go there to have fun." Rommel Started to move with emotion and understand with reason.

"Could you wait until we're gone," said a Krum.

Rommel pretended not to hear it, but Heimdall's consistent eyes made him extremely frustrated. "You really want to go?" he sighed.

"Yes, I want to go." His son replied.

"..."

When Rommel stood in front of the snowy school gate and watched the speeding carriage disappear into the distant mountains, he bowed his head and pondered for a moment, then turned and said to a certain principal who worked so hard to flatter: "Mr. Principal, look Shouldn't we go to the Council for the Advancement of Education?"

Karkaroff took a while to react, "Of course!" He nodded emphatically. "this is necessary!"

Rommel twitched the corner of his mouth. Now, he thought, I have to get that damn meeting out of the way first.