HP's Foreign Land

The author has something to say: very good, very powerful, and the imagination of the few makes me bow down! ! !

That being the case, let's spoil it first, it's not the first time anyway.

Leon Blueleg's surname is taken from the Chinese homonym of Bloodleg in MexicanBloodlegTarantula.I am super patriotic and despise foreign languages, so I asked Baidu Niang what is [Mexican blood feet], and the answer will pop up if you directly type the five words [Mexican blood feet]. Jump out of the picture.I won't explain it here, for the timid MM who is afraid of nausea...

Leon Blueleg was born in a family of black magic in Mexico. The Blueleg family is famous for making all kinds of poisons, which are used in the black magic shop of Bojinbok mentioned earlier. [Spark], worth [-] Galleons, ten times more poisonous than ordinary poisonous candles, and which emits a brilliant color when ignited, is from the Blueleg family.

If you spell it in English, Leon's full name is Leon Bloodleg. Even the male prostitute hasn't been taught a lesson yet, so how can he have a romantic relationship? Haier will be very busy this semester.

The second grade, the second grade will definitely make great progress, I can assure you here! ! !

Another: There is a BUG above, I would like to report it to everyone, there should be 17 door keys for the first grade, not 34, I was wrong... I will not go back and change it, it is easy to cause false updates. 017.

This is the house number of his new dormitory. The furnishings in the room are basically the same as the East Tower where he lived in last semester.

On the wall facing the door, there is a fireplace that constantly emits warm fire light, and on the walls on both sides, there are two pointed upward fine lattice arched windows, and the upper part of the window is decorated with flame-shaped moldings.

There is an improved floor-to-ceiling curved bird rack in front of each window, which is specially set up for the convenience of messengers coming and going.Durmstrang has strict regulations on the time for messengers to enter the castle. Owls and other messengers are not allowed to fly into the castle without authorization, so the bird rack placed in the bedroom is extremely important.

Looking up along the wall, a black cast-iron chandelier hangs overhead, and like the rest of the school's assorted counterparts, this chandelier is not functioning as it should.It was just quietly hanging on it as a decoration.

The whole room seems to be divided into two, with the fireplace in the middle of the wall as the guideline (commonly known as the [-]th line), there is a single four-poster bed on the left and right sides with dark brown colored striped curtains, and the mermaid relief on the bed post is graceful and delicate. vivid.Beside the bed is a small and exquisite one-drawer four-legged bedside table.A simple desk, an armchair, and a chest of drawers.These furniture have a very strong Rococo style - the cat's feet are decorated with balls, the curves are beautiful, smooth and light, the hardwood shelves, the European-style carpet covering, especially the shell-shaped patterns on the wardrobe are elegant and exquisite, which is very charming.

After appreciating it, Heimdall nodded in satisfaction.

His roommate, Leon Broulegue, passed him who was stuck at the door, entered the room, and went straight to the bed on the left.There is no need to think about choosing left or right, the house-elf has already made the choice for them.At this moment, Heimdall's suitcase is placed on the edge of the bed on the right.He found that the luggage did not open, but remained motionless consistently.

Not only him, but also his roommate's luggage was not opened. At this moment, Leon was packing up his belongings without saying a word.

From this point of view, the roommate is a child with relatively sound hands-on ability.

The thing is, he's not as willing to "live and fend for himself" as Mr. Blueleg is!

Heimdall walked to his bed in three steps at a time, and kicked towards the bed frame. Hearing a muffled "bang", the whole bed shook violently, and the miniature mermaid relief on the bedpost was frightened. He turned over and hugged the rock beside him, shrinking into a ball in horror.

Classmate Leon stopped all tidying up actions because of his inexplicable "magic stroke", and looked up at him in a daze.

"Mr. Sturluson, what do you order..."

Heimdall turned around when he heard this, and a house-elf in ragged clothes and drooping ears looked at him with wide amber eyes, twinkling and shrinking.Heimdall kicked his suitcase with the toe of his shoe without changing his expression, and the house elf bit his finger reflexively because of the sound of "dong dong dong".

"What's your name?"

The elf let go of his mouth convulsively, "Flannel, sir."

"Are you the house elf who is in charge of 017?"

"Yes, yes, sir."

"Are you dissatisfied with your job?"

"Of course not! Sir!" Flannel screamed out of the previous cowering, as if he had been seriously stimulated.

Heimdall was unmoved, he gestured twice, "How long will it take to pack these?"

Flannel replied without thinking, "It's just a blink of an eye, sir."

"Very good." Heimdall walked to Leon and pulled him up from the bed. "Mr. Blueleg and I are going to the restaurant for dinner. When we come back," he paused with a smile, "I believe you know what I'm going to say."

The flannelette twitched again involuntarily, it watched the two young men leave the room stupidly, and the door closed with a snap before its eyes.

***

On the way to the restaurant, Leon remained silent. Although he was not a talkative person, Heimdall still noticed that he was a little depressed.

Why?Heimdall guessed, because of that negligent house-elf?

"I think I should apologize to you."

Leon's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he turned back to stare at Heimdall, his dark brown sharp eyes flashed with surprise, as if he had heard something shocking to the world.

Heimdall also stopped walking.

The two of them just stood on the gravel path full of green eyes, and students kept walking past them, including first graders and second graders.This is the only way from the South Tower to Durmstrang Castle.

Heimdall did not hesitate to pull Leon to the side to avoid, standing in the middle of the road and obstructing the passage.Leon pulled his arm back symbolically, while observing Heimdall's expression carefully. After that, he let it go as if he had confirmed something, and stopped thinking about pulling his arm back.

Heimdall wanted to resume the topic, but a familiar face appeared on the path, it was the yelling boy.To be honest, Heimdall had a bad impression of him, not only because of his selfish behavior of strongly demanding to change rooms regardless of other people's feelings, but also because he didn't have any morals to match his status.What should you expect from a child who can't even say "thank you"?

The boy was as cocky as ever, making a wide circle to avoid Heimdall and Leon as he passed them, as if they had leprosy.

Heimdall believed that his face must be very ugly, because all the first graders who appeared behind the boy all quickened their pace, and slid past them carefully and lightly.

Heimdall let out a long breath. It seems that his self-cultivation is not in place, and he should learn from Ray Dias.Suppressing the chaotic thoughts, he showed a friendly smile, "I'm sorry I got you in trouble, I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen before class started."

Leon raised his thick eyebrows, his expression was still as cold as turning a blind eye, but there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, "What do you mean?"

"luggage."

Leon quickly lowered his eyelids when he heard the words, and after a while he raised his eyes again, the chill on his face faded, replaced by helplessness: "I think our cognition has a big difference."

Heimdall blinked at this and waited for the following.

Leon was not sloppy: "I thought all the neglect was because of me, but now you tell me it's because of you."

I see.Heimdall nodded, and said bluntly: "When I was a student, I offended Ada Bonasera because I was 'ignorant of current affairs'."

"That narrow-minded and stupid young master Ada?"

Heimdall applauds his thoughtless remark.

"Understood." Leon said decisively, "I accept your apology."

Heimdalton was dumbfounded.no?In other words, based on this alone, he concluded that all this was indeed caused by him, Heimdall?

"Aren't you going to think about it again?" Heimdall wondered.

Leon glanced at him without changing his expression, "You can take care of yourself, don't worry, I will definitely stay away from you anyway."

"No, you don't need to be so knowledgeable about current affairs, and you don't need to be so understanding..." Heimdall muttered in frustration.

***

After a relatively "in-depth" conversation, the two entered the restaurant, where most of the first graders were also there.No matter the first grade or the seventh grade, which is always in the dark, as long as they are still in school, everyone needs to eat. Therefore, the restaurant is a very suitable place to make friends, compare, play, study and even yell at each other.

Heimdall originally wanted to join this big family according to the law of collective life, but it backfired.All the first graders seem to be rejecting him intentionally. If they reject Leon because of the inexplicable fear that he has never understood, then why is Heimdall rejected?

After thinking for a moment, an answer is ready to come out.

Heimdall watched the freshmen carefully.Some people don't dare to touch his eyes and hide them as soon as they are touched. This is a reaction with a conscience, because of a guilty conscience, and the suffocating duo is among them; He raised his nose and raised his eyes, expressing his disdain without hesitation; what's more, he sneered and squinted at him, as if he, Heimdall, was a piece of mouse droppings that spoiled the porridge...

Faced with such a situation, he had to admire the quick action of a certain narrow-minded and stupid young master.

After taking the food from the long dining table in the center, Heimdall took the plate and walked to a table in the corner, after which Leon also sat down.

"Aren't you very sensible?" Heimdall said, picking up the fork.

Leon turned a deaf ear and just observed his expression silently, as if he wanted to find some anxious emotions like "frustration" and "panic" from his face.

"Don't waste your efforts." Heimdall reminded calmly.

Leon also picked up the fork, hesitantly asked, "Have you had similar experience before?"

"You mean being ignored?" Heimdall thought for a while, then shrugged, "It seems not."

"you do not mind?"

Heimdall turned his eyes to look at him, and Leon flinched involuntarily due to the sharp insight in his eyes.

"This is your experience?" It was a face with a dazzling smile, but it said embarrassing words.

Leon didn't answer.

Heimdall didn't intend to wait for the answer, he forked a piece of ham, "You must have been stupid before, but luckily you've become smarter now."

The hand holding the fork was suspended on the plate, Leon raised his calm face, and the murderous look in his eyes was shocking.

"I'm sorry, please don't be angry, I don't mean anything else." Heimdall immediately added the late explanation, "If you don't worry about yourself, others will never be able to trouble you. Living in the eyes of others to seek your own value is An extremely unintelligent behavior. It can be seen that you, Mr. Blueleg, are the kind of people who grow wiser as they live."

Leon suppressed his anger, and his eyes returned to normal, but what followed was a kind of irony, he threw away the fork and said softly: "You have been talking about it for a long time, you just want to prove that you are Heimdall S. Turluzon is not a fool."

"Of course." Heimdall said solemnly, "Remember, I'm autistic, not mentally handicapped."

"..."

The following time walk was relatively flat, and there were no more climactic collisions or disgusting small movements until before going to bed.Nothing at all.The only thing that people care about may be the attitude of those first graders.