HP's Foreign Land

"Why are you here?" Carlo was surprised when Heimdall appeared in front of several friends.

Leon moved one to the side, and Heimdall sat down after thanking him, and said to Carlo: "Your question is really strange."

"We all thought you were going to sit with Mr. Sturluson."

"Father is sitting in the VIP seat, and the VIP seat is booked according to the name. If I go, it will become a mess. Principal Karkaroff will skin me."

He dare not!The three friends shouted in their hearts.

Carlo took out his small notebook and recorded the rules of assigning VIP seats by name. Even if this news is not close to life, Mr. Jones still attaches great importance to it. In his heart, there is nothing expensive, only the right one. of.

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the area closest to the arena. The match was about to begin. Six referees wearing uniform black robes filed into the arena. Two teams flew in from the entrance, one from the left and the other from the right.

The members of the VK regiment of our school gathered together early, waving small flags and screaming vigorously to build momentum for the Durmstrang school team.The small bright red flags formed a sea of ​​red, rising and falling with deafening cheers, which was spectacular.As the head of the cheerleading group, Edmund was so happy that he almost passed out after witnessing such a grand event. Since the formation of the cheerleading group, they have been running around with the school team all the way, from being unknown to the top seed in Europe, The hardships paid by ordinary people are unimaginable, and Edmund was full of emotions for a while.

"Why are you crying?!" The members of the cheerleader were speechless at the leader's sentimentality, and he actually cried at such an exciting moment!

"I'm so touched!" Edmund didn't feel ashamed at all, and simply burst into tears.

The group members were taken aback and stepped forward to appease them.

"There's nothing to cry about! Cry before the match, it's not like you lost! This is the quarterfinals. Are you going to cry every match in the future? There will be semifinals, semifinals, and Final! You don't have enough tears to shed!" A member said in a malicious voice.

Edmund hastily suppressed his crying and wiped away his tears: "Yes, you are right, it's too early to cry. When we win the championship, everyone will cry together!"

The cheerleaders booed loudly.

At the same time, on this side of the seat, Carlo was holding a small blood-red school badge flag and distributed it around. After the three friends took it, he spread it around, and Beauxbaton and Hogwarts sitting behind them were also arrested. Hard stuffed a few sides.

When Heimdall and the others found that even the reclusive Liechtenstein team had been stuck with a few flags by Carlos, admiration arose spontaneously.This guy is so good, he can talk to anyone, and he was born to eat this bowl of rice.Carlo's move seemed ordinary, but it was very unusual when he thought about it deeply. The captains of the surrounding teams all paid attention to this unattractive little fat man, and re-examined him differently.

The moment someone in the VIP seat threw the Snitch with a magic wand, the first round of the quarterfinals officially started, and the audience burst into cheers.

"I didn't expect Chairman Mustafa to come to kick off." Carlo bowed and touched his seat, and all his small flags were distributed.

While talking, the two teams in the middle of the field quickly entered their positions. After the first round of competition, the Quaffle was snatched by Durmstrang.This result set off another loud applause from the audience.Although Gadronbo's cheerleaders have tried their best to shout their voices, they are still submerged in the red wave of the VK cheerleaders. Durmstrang, who is playing at home, has the advantage of the right time, place and people. They are powerless to reverse.

Gardron Bo quickly returned to the defense and gathered the strength to counterattack. Under the leadership of Bernick, the three chasers were flexible and changeable, just like a loach. It seems that there is more than enough energy but not enough energy. When Durmstrang's chasers rushed to the goal defended by Gadronbo, the good situation suddenly changed. Bernik failed to hit the ball into the goal. Gadronbo's keeper stopped the ball and smacked the Quaffle back at his Chaser.

The match point changed, and the initiative fell into the hands of the opponent.

The students of Durmstrang let out a sigh of disappointment.

"One of the reasons why Gadronbo was able to pass all the way was their goalkeeper, who is also their captain. This guy has very good skills, and he is probably on par with Duncan Orville." Carlo introduced the situation to their friends.

When the audience was attracted by the excitement on the field, Heimdall was looking at his boyfriend, and he felt that Victor's appearance was not quite right.Are you feeling unwell?Heimdall was worried, but right now it was the game, he could only bear it until the end of the game, Heimdall gradually felt restless.

Perhaps it sensed Heimdall's unstable mood, and the pod cat brushed Heimdall's neck with its tail. Maybe this was the pod's way of comforting him.

[Damn boy!Damn boy!Damn boy! 】

With a series of sharp and piercing curses, the cloak was sent back to her by Hina. Heimdall put on the cloak while enduring it. The startled audience frequently cast apologetic smiles.

Fortunately, Beto Prodi is a very face-saving person. After scolding for a while, he stopped talking and turned to pay attention to the situation on the field.The huge score board was hung high in front of the VIP stand, even if you were inside the brooch, you could see it. Principal Prodi immediately expressed his dissatisfaction: [Why didn't you score a goal for a long time?Isn't our school team known as the number one in the world?Since it is the first, it should show the appearance of the first! ] "It's the top seeded team in Europe." Heimdall corrected.

[Why are you so annoying, kid? Don't bother with me about such trivial matters. 】

Heimdall was speechless.

The expressions of the three friends were very complicated. This was the first time they had seen the demeanor of the former principal. To be honest, their feelings were quite subtle, and they didn't know what adjectives to use to sum it up.But the question marks in my heart are roughly the same: Is this the great pioneer who is said to carry on the past and shine in the annals of history?

"He moved!" A loud and excited scream came from the audience.

The audience's attention is quickly shifted, just for a movement by Victor Krum.

Later, the audience was disappointed to find that Victor Krum just moved his position, perhaps to avoid the Quaffle competition that was close at hand, or perhaps for the rampant Bludger, in short, Victor Krum Krum moved and then stopped.

The audience became a little dull because of the disappointment of their expectations. Even the Quaffle scramble, which they had paid close attention to at the beginning, could hardly draw their attention back, and there was a whisper from the seats.

Apart from Victor Krum, who else can control the audience's eyes and even emotions like him?Beauxbaton's captain, Slater, shook his head in admiration.

"He should have spotted the Golden Snitch at that moment." Cedric and his classmates said.

"But Gadronbo's Seekers don't do anything," said a student from the same academy.

"That's the scary thing about Victor Krum as a hostile Seeker, he's always been able to catch the Snitch's flight trajectory one step ahead of anyone else. As incredible as it sounds, it stands to reason that the Snitch is faster than the Snitch. Lightning, except for the time when it is willing to show up, there is no trace at all other times, but judging from the quick reactions of Victor Krum during the game, this may not be the case, perhaps the flight trajectory of the Golden Snitch is It can be predicted in advance." Cedric touched his chin and said.

"How?" asked the Ravenclaw Seeker.

"If I know, do I still need you to sit here?" Cedric said slowly.

The Ravenclaw Seeker rubbed his nose bemusedly.

"Look over there." Cedric raised his chin.

All the Hogwarts students looked at it one after another, and then exclaimed: "It's the Kenmare Kestrel!" (A Quidditch team in Ireland, which was established in 1921 in the original book)

"That's Captain Beckett of the Kenmare Kestrel," a Hufflepuff student whispered.

Another student echoed excitedly: "We still have his poster in our dormitory!"

"Look over there!" screamed a Ravenclaw student, pointing in the other direction.

The students of Hogwarts were once again shocked, "It's Puddlemere United!" One of the oldest teams in the International Quidditch League, it has won 22 world championships and two European Cup championships. (According to Rowling's description, this is an old British team)

Shocked, a group of British students couldn't help thinking about it. Could it be that they are all for...

"It should be for Victor Krum." Cedric took the lead in expressing everyone's conjectures.

So enviable.A group of British students were jealous.

"If you pay, you will be rewarded." Cedric's mentality is quite peaceful.

As members of the school's Quidditch team, everyone on the Hogwarts representative team certainly knows the hardships of Quidditch training. The reason why Durmstrang can dominate Europe is inseparable from their training volume. Derek couldn't imagine what kind of training they had gone through before to achieve what they are today.

Probably terrible.Cedric sighed to himself.

***

VIP seats at the same time.

Mustafa, the chairman of the International Quidditch Federation, turned around after finishing the pleasantries, then leaned slightly to his right, and whispered, "How is it? Is there a conclusion?"

The man sitting on the right turned his head. The man was about [-] years old, his gray hair was neatly combed, his face was red and energetic, and his chubby face always had a smile, which was very friendly.

"I have a question," the fat old man asked without answering. "Why did such a good seed take special care of me? He also got me a VIP seat. I believe you have seen that the team attracted by that child is not only my family, but also more than one family with more development potential."

"Don't belittle yourself," Mustafa said.

"It's okay not to admit defeat, I'm already thinking about it. The glory has long passed, and I'm quite satisfied with the current status quo. Our team can't afford to lose." The fat old man smiled wryly.

Mustafa was silent for a moment, and then said: "Reminiscing about the past is a common problem of the elderly. Recently, I always think of the teams that have been disbanded. They have also created brilliance in the past and devoted their youth to the growth of the alliance. Sometimes I think , Was I too indifferent and unreasonable back then, should I do something..."

"Although you are the chairman of the alliance, you don't actually have a say in many things. We all know this."

"So, while the old man is still alive and I have not stepped into the coffin with my second foot, I will do what I can. In fact, I have figured it out." Mustafa laughed.

"Are you sure you want to make a bridge out of it? Doing so violates the alliance's constitution. If you let other teams know, you will be impeached by the law enforcement department of the Wizarding Union." The fat old man reminded.

"Who said I'm going to be a matchmaker? Whether you can keep this person depends on your performance. It has nothing to do with me." Mustafa looked away in a blink of an eye.

The fat old man felt tight in his chest: "In the end, I can't do it myself!"

"I am the chairman, and I want to avoid suspicion." Mustafa's face was full of righteousness.

There was enthusiastic cheers from the audience. Mustafa glanced at it and said with a smile, "Hey, look, the game is over. Hurry up, it will be too late for others to get there first."

The fat old man jumped up excitedly by him, and rushed out with a vigorous pace that didn't match his age.

Mustafa shook his head helplessly: "It's nice to say, if you figured it out, you probably won't be able to figure it out for the rest of your life."

***

Here in the Durmstrang auditorium.

"Do you think Krum is particularly imposing today?" Carlo swallowed, very murderous, very murderous.

Ryan nodded silently. To be honest, he was also shocked.

When no one noticed, and when the opponent's Seeker was still looking around in a daze, Victor Krum made a sudden start, flying at high speed, thunderous and powerful, knocking over several people who came forward to block him. The hostile player even used the tail of the broom to directly draw the opponent's seeker who followed him off the field, and the seeker's abstention meant that half of the game was lost, because there was no possibility of gaining an advantage other than desperately defending, unless They were able to put the Quaffle into Durmstrang's goal at least 15 times in a short period of time, which of course is unlikely to happen.When Victor urged his broom to catch the Snitch, the score was at a 10:10 stalemate.

When Victor caught the Snitch, the referee blew the final whistle.

Heimdall stood up and rushed towards the exit, startling his friends who were still in their excitement.

"Where are you going?" Rian yelled at Heimdall's back.

He couldn't get an answer.

"Where else can I go?" Carlo was not surprised.

Leon said at this time: "Let's sit down for a while, seeing the flow of people, we will definitely not be able to get out for a while."

As if echoing, Rian, who was struggling to squeeze out, was bumped back by a tall guy in front.

***

Heimdall's departure timing was well grasped, rushing out of the auditorium before the departure peak.He took off the brooch outside the preparation room, and under the yelling of dissatisfaction from a certain principal, he insisted on calling out Hina to return the brooch.

The preparation room was relaxed and peaceful, and the calm mentality of the school team members made Heimdall feel relieved, so it seems that Victor should not have a bad situation.

"Wow, you came so fast! I'm so jealous!!!" A member of the school team found Heimdall by the door when he changed his clothes and was about to go out.

Victor, who was sitting on a stool taking off his coat, paused when he heard this.

Heimdall tried to be as generous as possible.

Bernick took a look, and beckoned everyone to clear the venue consciously.The animals winked and moved out in coordination.

"The door of the preparation room is not locked." Bernick reminded in a serious manner before leaving, and all the team members burst into obscene laughter.

Bernick closed the door for them.

Heimdall walked over quickly and said, "Are you okay?"

"What's the matter?" Victor asked puzzledly while biting the buckle on the glove with his teeth. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and the front of his open robe was soaked with sweat.

"When I watched the game just now, I thought something was wrong with you." Heimdall helped him unlock the lock.

Victor didn't speak for a while. He threw off his gloves, hugged Heimdall suddenly, and kissed and kissed him on the face: "Rig, you must trust me, I will be careful when I speak in the future..."

"Did Dad say something?" Heimdall noticed that his expression was very anxious.

"Anyway, I said something I shouldn't have said." Victor didn't make use of the excuse to make Rommel wear shoes.

"What did you say to the French lady?"

Victor was taken aback when he heard the words: "You don't know?"

"Should I know?" Heimdall was also taken aback. He really didn't try to understand it.

"Your eyes are very beautiful."

Heimdall narrowed his eyes dangerously: "You said 'your eyes are beautiful' to a woman?"

Victor rubbed his nose: "I haven't talked to you for many days, and I was thinking too much. That woman has blue eyes like you. When I saw her eyes, I thought of you, so I couldn't help it... ..." Victor bowed his head in shame, after such a reflection, he understood the reason for Rommel's anger, and he couldn't shirk his responsibility for this incident.Although he didn't think about it that much at the time, it was just a momentary experience.

"In other words, it was actually me who was wrong," Heimdall pouted. "If you didn't miss me, this wouldn't have happened, would it?"

"Of course not!" Victor denied it. "It was Rommel Strulusson who was wrong!"

"what?"

"Of course it was him. If he hadn't stopped me from seeing you, I wouldn't have run out during the sports meeting, I wouldn't have met that woman, and I wouldn't have said that! It's all about Long Mei It's Sturluson's fault!!" Victor put his arms around Heimdall and bit again. "I analyzed it, right?" Treacherously, Heimdall threw out the question when he was dizzy by his pro.

"It seems...do you dare to say that in front of my father?" The illusion of dizziness suddenly changed, and Heimdall smiled all over his face.

Victor was silent for a moment, looked down at the front of Heimdall's cloak and said, "You sweat a lot."

"The villain will sue first!" Heimdall pushed him away. The guy was covered in sweat, and his cloak was soaked.

Victor stuck it on again, and shamelessly pulled down the cloak, "I'll help you take it off, you'll catch a cold in wet clothes."

While struggling, Heimdall thought to himself that fortunately the principal had been returned.

"Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to ask when you guys plan to take a break so I can prepare myself mentally."

Heimdall froze, and was succeeded by a swipe by Victor. After the success, Victor did not move below, and just like Heimdall, he stared at the strange fat old man who poked half of his head into the door.

"Oh, are you going to pause now?" The fat old man was overjoyed, he opened the door and walked in, and closed the door behind him.

"Who are you looking for?" Heimdall asked.

The fat old man pointed at Victor: "I'm looking for him."