HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall took out his pocket watch, the dark copper-colored case refracted the gilt-like light due to the change of angle, and the triangular embossed pattern stood out and shone brightly. He looked down at the position of the pointer on the chassis, and he knew that he could no longer There was a delay.Immediately after the first History of Magic class was Potions, and there was a floor between the Potions classroom and the History of Magic classroom. As far as the schedule was concerned, the school only gave 20 minutes to run to the classroom.

If he was far away from the Potions classroom, then 20 minutes would definitely be too late.Thinking of this, he quickly stuffed his pocket watch back, and strode up the long aisle with his book in hand.

When I first walked in this aisle, I felt very strange, it was too quiet.Quiet is a bit unnatural.Just like now, when Heimdall was running, he couldn't hear the slightest sound. How could it be possible that the soles of the shoes would not make a sound when they hit the terrazzo floor heavily?Unless... the walkway is enchanted.Just thinking about it like this, Heimdall felt a sudden blackness in front of his eyes, as if he had plunged into a certain space.On the move, he couldn't fully control his actions, so he had to let them go.Before he could get used to the sudden darkness, his eyes suddenly brightened again—the loud voices sounded loudly, and it seemed that he had returned to the "world" again.

This is different from when I first came in.He secretly slandered in his stomach.

"I'm sorry, please step aside."

The two third-grade students who were leaning against the wall and talking were suddenly startled, and then quickly jumped aside, their eyes widened, and they stared straight at Heimdall, who seemed like an alien from space, without blinking.

Heimdall had used magic to tidy up his school uniform before, and the brand-new clothes made the bruises on his face more obvious, and the colorful hangs on his cheeks and chin were also very visual.Due to the weakness of healing magic, he could only stop the bleeding from the wound and relieve the pain slightly.Heimdall cleared his throat lightly, pretended to be serious and nodded at the two third-year seniors, then copied the book and flashed past them.

The two third-year students couldn't help looking at each other after watching the bruised-nosed first-year freshman leave in a panic.One of the students leaned close to the thick and solid wall and knocked with his fist, and a muffled echo came, telling them that the wall was not Xibei.

"Did I lean against the wall just now?" The student who knocked on the wall asked uncertainly.

Another student frowned, "It seems to be... and it seems not..." The originally certain answer suddenly became less certain. "Why are you asking this?"

The student who knocked on the wall withdrew his fist, and his words were full of inexplicable doubts: "I just felt that he suddenly squeezed into my back..."

Afterwards, the two of them were seen touching and knocking on the entire wall in the entire corridor, causing many passing students to point and look sideways at their strange behavior.

***

Heimdall arrived just before the Potions professor entered the classroom, so he missed it.His arrival caused quite a commotion, a large part of which was due to his tragic state.The freshmen stared wide-eyed at his every move, from the time he stepped through the door, looked left and right for an empty seat, and finally took the vacant seat next to Blueleg.Almost everyone was paying close attention, and they didn't even notice that the potions professor who should have attracted the most attention came into the arena.

The handsome Potions professor cleared his throat, and the first-year student turned his head back and sat upright as if awakened from a dream.It's just that there are still quite a few students who don't even look at it, and tilt their heads to watch secretly.

The Potions professor on the podium didn't seem to be aware of the undercurrents in the audience. After writing his name on the blackboard, he raised his voice and smiled, "My name is Roy Laurent, a freshman from Durmstrang. A professor of Potions in the seventh grade. Starting today, you will learn the exquisite subject of potions with me. Before the official class, I have a few points to declare. First of all, I am not the kind of educator who suffers from knowledge obsessive-compulsive disorder In other words, I will not force you to like Potions. To be honest, it is really difficult to achieve anything without a little patience and talent. I have a deep understanding of this; secondly, since you have stepped into my If you come into contact with the class of Potions, no matter how much you hate it, please do your best to finish the after-school homework I assigned, and memorize what I need you to memorize. The reality is like this. The subject of business is compulsory; finally, I would like to remind everyone that Durmstrang's passing line for each subject is six points, yes, it is true, but this subject is an exception, the passing line for Potions It's seven points..."

Before the potions professor could finish speaking, there was a burst of wailing and dissatisfaction immediately below.

Professor Laurent seemed to have gotten used to the strangeness for a long time. He lowered his head and casually flipped through the textbooks on the podium, with a small smile on his lips all the time, and stood quietly on the podium without speaking until the students had finished all their complaints and quieted down.

Feeling that it was almost enough, Laurent raised his eyes and continued, "Seven points have been set since the establishment of the school. If you have any opinions, you can go to the tower to appeal to the portraits of previous principals."

The students below said nothing more.

Heimdall felt that the professor was really strong.People are gone, what's the use of explaining opinions to portraits that can only mechanically repeat speech movements?This is a complete severance.

Unlike York, who taught Transfiguration, Roy Laurent looked very young, about 30 years old by visual estimation.With blond hair and blue eyes, bright eyebrows, cynical and casual speech, coupled with tasteful and decent attire, he is like a yuppie in the magical world.It's hard to believe that such a man would be a teacher in a magic school. Teaching and educating people and being a maverick don't match up no matter how you look at it.

No wonder he would say such an ingenious opening line.

Seeing Professor Laurent turn around and start writing on the blackboard, Heimdall, like other students, subconsciously took out his notebook and prepared to write on the blackboard.

"Ah, you don't need to memorize these things." The potions professor didn't look back, and reminded him while writing.

When he finished writing, the students couldn't believe their eyes, because what was written on the blackboard was neither the lines and lines in the textbook, nor some precautions, nor exam practice questions.The dense chalk writing on the blackboard is how to buy potions such as crucibles, test tubes, stirring rods...

Professor Laurent still went his own way, regardless of the changing faces of the students below, and said, "The things in the books are dead, if you can't understand them, you can just memorize them. The exams are nothing more than the rigid regulations stipulated in the rules and regulations. Before formally instilling these theoretical knowledge to everyone, I would like to impart to you some basic common sense about potion science, among which the preparation of tools is the most important. A good start is half the battle, if you do not choose the right Blindly investing in making potions without the correct equipment, the consequences are unimaginable. There are many examples in history about this, so I won’t give you one by one here, the school library can satisfy you.”

Afterwards, that whole Potions class made the new students indulge in the selection of various crucibles, the function and use of various stirring rods, the various professional detergents used to clean the crucibles, and how to clean the pots and hobs. More in line with other common sense oceans...

The homework assigned by Professor Roy Laurent is: Please choose the stirring rod and detergent that can be matched with your own crucible according to your own crucible, and explain the specific reasons.