HP's Foreign Land

On the other side of the rostrum, Karkaroff couldn't hold back his excitement for a long time, and rushed to the player preparation room.According to the plan, the International Quidditch League will present Durmstrang with the European Championship trophy after a while, so how could Karkaroff be missing from such an aboveboard moment of appearance.

Mr. Principal has made up his mind to stand with the players, hold the trophy together, and enjoy the long-awaited moment of glory.

The Durmstrang school team rode a broom around the field to thank the audience, and the passionate cheers echoed over the field for a long time.

In stark contrast to the winner, of course, the loser, the Heideggerach school team, who retired sadly, came second.

Rommel thought for a moment, followed Karkaroff who was walking briskly, left the rostrum, and entered Heidegerak's player preparation room.

Rommel bumped into a flood of reporters at the entrance of the preparation room, and passed them by. The few reporters hanging at the end of the line were timid because of his expressionless face, and quickly gave up the interview. With a thought, he rushed to the end where Durmstrang was with the large army.

Compared with the highly respected and crowded place before the game, the current Heideggerach preparation room looks much empty and somewhat desolate.

People are always chasing winners.

Rommel saw the children of the school team at the door of the preparation room. They had already changed their competition uniforms and put on their official school uniforms.Although the eyes of a few of them are still red, and everyone is a little listless and lonely, at least on the surface, their emotions have eased.

"Mr. Sturluson." They spotted Rommel and immediately greeted him stiffly, looking very nervous.

Rommel's expression was very peaceful, without blaming or consoling, he nodded normally and said, "We will definitely win the championship in the next competition."

The emotions of the team members fluctuated instantly, and the tears that had been stopped flowed down again.

Rommel let them cry bitterly. Sometimes emotions need to be vented. Tears are the witness of growth.

but……

"I only see you cry once, there is no next time, you know?" Rommel frowned seemingly unbearably. "It's okay for a woman to shed tears, but I can still hypnotize myself as a kind of appreciation of beauty. A group of brats who haven't even grown their hair are howling in front of my eyes. It's really disgusting."

I don't know who burst out laughing out loud, and the tears suddenly changed.

"What are you laughing at? Cry for me!" Rommel pretended to be fierce. "It's good to cry enough once, let's make an agreement first, next time we will cry like this again, don't blame me for being unreasonable!"

Children, you look at me and I look at you. After such a mess, I feel that I can't cry anymore.

"Where's your captain?" Rommel had already noticed that the kid was not in the team, but he didn't ask immediately, but waited until this time to throw out the question.

The vice-captain standing at the front of the line touched his head uncomfortably: "Arnar said he was not feeling well, so he won't go to Durmstrang's award ceremony."

Rommel raised the corner of his mouth: "It's timely for him to get sick."

The deputy captain couldn't figure out what the honorary principal was thinking. Was this remark annoyed or indulgent?Then after thinking about it, Anar and the honorary principal are a family, so they should be tolerant of Anar.So he smiled and didn't think about it any further.

Rommel glanced at the preparation room with the closed door calmly, and then led the school team back to the field.

The two teams met in front of the entrance of the preparation room.

Karkaroff managed to drive all the reporters and the wizards who came to join the fun out of the preparation room, and then expressed his joy to the team members with great excitement. Fortunately, Mr. Principal has a good voice, otherwise his long-winded speech will be more tormented than it is now people.

The team members have already practiced turning a deaf ear, and while hurrying to clean themselves and put on school uniforms, they pretended to pay attention to the principal's speech.

Before Karkaroff could finish his chatter, the school team had already finished dressing.

Seemingly unintentionally, Bernick took out the pocket watch from his pocket, fearing that the principal would not notice his movements, he deliberately swung the pocket watch exaggeratedly, and then held it high.

Karkaroff was stunned, and suddenly realized, he hurriedly opened the door and rushed out. The team members were relieved, and followed him out of the preparation room.

Turning the last corner, they saw the Heideggerach school team hurrying along, and the two parties couldn't help but stop at the same time, looking at each other.

"Congratulations, Principal Karkaroff." After all, it was Rommel Strulusson who was better at dealing with people, and immediately grasped the orientation of the topic.

Karkaroff held the hand he offered uncomfortably, and he wondered why he was uncomfortable, since it was obviously us who won.

On behalf of the whole team, Heideggerack's vice-captain sent blessings to Bernick: "You are too good, you deserve your reputation."

Bernick smiled very gracefully, not ostentatious, nor overly self-deprecating, moderate in depth, this attitude relieved the Heideggerach school team, who had been suffocating since the loss, and couldn't help but feel apologetic or not. The impetuous German school team had some sincere affection, without the hostility before the game, they all praised in their hearts: It is worthy of the Durmstrang school team.

Bernick glanced at Heideggerak's team, and asked casually, "Why don't you see Captain Strulusson?"

The deputy captain let out a haha.

Bernick just asked casually, and didn't pay attention to his ambiguity.

The two teams were very harmonious, and walked into the cheering arena in a very friendly manner. With the light of the championship, Heideggerach also experienced the beautiful feeling that the hearts of the people want.

A group of officials, including the chairman of the International Quidditch Federation, had already been waiting in the center of the field. At this moment, they were watching the two teams slowly approaching with smiles on their faces, and they greatly appreciated their performance of "letting go of their past differences".

"Wow!" Someone in the German school team exclaimed when they saw the glittering golden championship trophy about one meter high in the hands of the chairman of the Quidditch Federation.

The students of Heideggerach were jealous and envious.

The children of the German school were pleasantly surprised to find that the shape of this championship trophy is almost a replica of the European Cup at first glance, a circle smaller than the European Cup, and the carvings on it are not as complicated and delicate as the real European Cup. The luxury of the cup reflects a simple and smooth aesthetic feeling.

"Congratulations, Principal Karkaroff." Chairman Mustafa raised the trophy and handed it to him with a smile.

Karkaroff was blissfully about to pass out, but luckily his mind was still clear, he didn't take the trophy directly, but turned his head to look at the trophy and his school team members and said, "Children, don't let me go!" Stupid, hurry up and take the trophy!"

The members of the school team immediately swarmed up, and everyone stretched out their hands to reach for the trophy. Even Victor, who seemed calm and calm, couldn't hold back the commotion. The wall of the cup, and then everyone worked together to hold up the championship trophy.

At this moment, the audience burst into warm applause and screams.

Everyone in the Durmstrang school team suddenly got their heads together and turned around under the inexplicable and curious eyes of others. Captain Bernick sent the trophy to the Heideggerack students and motioned for them to hold it together.

The vice-captain was very excited, and all the children in the team had uncontrollable expressions. Even if they couldn't get it, it was good to touch it.The children of Heideggerak didn't hesitate anymore, they took over the trophy under the leadership of the vice-captain, and held it up together.

The officials of the Quidditch Federation nodded in relief, and for the second time expressed their appreciation for the German school's champion demeanor.

"You guys have to take good care of it," said the vice-captain as he returned the trophy to Bernick. "This trophy will definitely be handed over to our Heidegger next time."

Bernick laughed, but didn't make a sound.

The deputy captain was a little dissatisfied with his perfunctory attitude: "You don't believe it?"

"Believe it, why don't you believe it!"

"Then how do you..."

"The next class will be four years later, and I will have graduated by then." Bernick said calmly.

When the deputy captain heard this, he was depressed.

***

After the trophies were awarded, the Heideggerach school team returned to the North Tower with a certificate issued by the Quidditch Federation and a silver medal the size of a Quaffle, bearing the title of runner-up.

Everyone is in good spirits. After the impact of the awards ceremony, their emotions have settled to a certain extent, and their fighting spirit has been rekindled. After the European competition is over, they will usher in new challenges and opportunities. Everyone is unwilling to waste time on In the mud that hurts spring and autumn.

The vice-captain didn't see Anar in the common room below. A substitute who accompanied him earlier because he was worried about Anar's emotional instability shook his head at the vice-captain, and then stretched out his finger and pointed upwards.

The vice-captain hesitated for a moment, retracted his foot on the stairs, glanced upwards, then turned and walked back to the team members.

Rommel, who came back together, raised his eyebrows and went upstairs.

When he walked outside the room where Anar lived, he found that the door was closed tightly, and then a house elf came out in a panic, and immediately stuttered and sobbed when he saw Rommel: "Mr. I'm in a bad mood... losing my temper..."

The house-elf burst into tears, thinking he had done something wrong to make Arnar Sturluson so angry.

Rommel's face sank immediately, "What did he do?"

The elf shrank his neck and became even more frightened, "It's not Mr. Sturlusson's fault..."

The courage to accept mistakes is an essential virtue of all house-elves, whether they made the mistake or not.

"It's not your fault so far, but if you don't answer my question, then you're making a big mistake!"

Apparently, this house-elf didn't do much about gossiping, so he spoke tremblingly: "...Mr. Sturlusson, Mr. Sturlusson smashed something..."

Rommel forced himself to be patient: "What happened?"

"...everything that can be smashed is smashed..."

In fact, the house was a mess before the house-elf was kicked out.

"I see, you can leave now."

The house-elf bowed respectfully and disappeared.

Rommel didn't want to spend time coaxing Anar Sturo, and he didn't want to witness the "magnificent" world behind the door, and he didn't want to help his father teach his son.

Rommel thought for a moment, then patted the elegantly decorated railing with his hand, and said slowly: "Don't let the house elves of this school touch the things in this room, don't even touch a piece of broken porcelain. Write down all the things that Sturlusson smashed, and then tell Professor Katenin to classify these things and put a price on them, and send the bill for compensation to Anar’s house. Remember what I said, don’t send it to Kroner, you don’t even need to notify, just send it to Anar’s father, do you understand?”

"Yes, master." There was a reply in the air.

Rommel flicked his cuffs and went downstairs.

"The next head of the family who is generally optimistic about by the clan." Rommel murmured leisurely in a slightly accented tone, and then smiled briefly.

***

Karkaroff has already spoken, the school team members need to rest, and all students should not be disturbed.

Most students had to disband on the spot and wait for the ban to be lifted.

Naturally, Heimdall was not one of the majority of students. Under the principal's intentional release, in order not to provoke public anger, he made a detour into Durmstrang's preparation room.This time he didn't come alone, there was a string of tails following him.

In addition to his three friends, his cousin Draco walked through the back door with him.

As soon as the door of the preparation room opened, several teenagers rushed in under the leadership of Rian's screams, and they were placed on the conference table in an instant.

Draco's eyes were star-shaped.

Heimdall stared at the trophy, dumbfounded. He was far away in the stands and couldn't see clearly. Only after a closer look did he realize that this is the copycat version of the European Quidditch Championship trophy.

The other four didn't care much about it, they couldn't even see it.

Caro circled the table like a survey researcher.Leon and Ryan exchanged their excited thoughts with each other.Draco's eyes flickered, his expression filled with awe.

The members of the school team were made extremely vain by their performance, and all of them suddenly became seductive. Before, they were not shameless, but suppressed them to emphasize that they are temperamental people. Now they are all their own people, of course they are unrestrained up.

Victor came over at this moment.

Duncan suddenly shouted: "If Victor hadn't insisted on staying a little longer, the trophy would have been taken away by the principal long ago."

Heimdall looked at his boyfriend in puzzlement: "What are you going to do?"

Victor looked at him for a while without saying a word, and Heimdall was confused.

"what happened?"

Victor still remained silent, then suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him to the edge of the trophy, then let go, and Heimdall was just next to the trophy.

Heimdall turned his head to look at the gleaming wall of the cup, on which his face was clearly reflected, and then he turned his head back inexplicably.

Victor took a few steps back and stared for a while with sullen eyes.

The four teenagers wandering around the trophy had already stepped aside, and they all had the same inexplicable expressions as Heimdall.

"Hold up the trophy." Victor stepped back a few more steps, then stood still, seemingly finding a satisfactory visual angle.

Heimdall looked at the trophy, picked it up?

Just wondering, Victor's voice came again: "Can't you hold it?"

Heimdall was angry, he underestimated people too much.

He lifted the trophy up and held it in his arms.The whole set of movements was very unrestrained, if Karkaroff was here, he would definitely scream on the spot.

Victor suddenly opened his eyes wide, his eyes were fixed, and he was even a little dull in the end.

Amid the breathless stares of the people in the room, Victor nodded forbearance: "Okay!" He paused, walked over to take the trophy from Heimdall's arms, and hugged his sweetheart tightly in his arms.

The rest of the school team laughed.

The four teenagers are still in a fog.

"What is Mr. Krum doing here?" Draco's eyebrows were raised.

"This is a man's persistence. This trophy is the first official achievement he has obtained. He is rewarding himself in his own way while further consolidating this persistence." Duncan suddenly pretended to be deep.

"I still don't understand." Draco struggled.

"I'll understand, sooner or later." Duncan said firmly.

The author has something to say: Brain Filling Small Theater - Wrong Catch (Second Act)

Ice Palace -

"Something has happened! Your Majesty!"

A heavily armed court guard rushed into the king's study with a panicked expression, and the king frowned at his blatant clamor.

The awe-inspiring demeanor without anger immediately woke up the chief guard, and he quickly stopped in front of the door, puffed up his chest, and bowed respectfully: "Please forgive your majesty, the minister is rude."

"What's the matter?" came the king's faint voice.

"Your Majesty! The convoy of Princess Ada of Italy was attacked when it entered the border of our country!"

The king stared, "Who is it?"

"It's a dragon."

"Dragon? It's an unexpected but reasonable answer." The king didn't care about the life and death of a certain princess at all, but he was a visitor anyway, so he always asked symbolically. "How is the princess now?"

"The princess is fine, but..."

"But what?"

The chief guard said in confusion: "Yes... I'm sorry... the prince was taken away by the dragon..."

"Say it again!" the king yelled.

"The prince was taken away by the evil dragon." The palace guard said in a correct tone.

The king quickly went around the desk, grabbed the captain of the guard by the collar, and stared furiously: "You just told me that the dragon didn't catch that Ada who had to look in the mirror a hundred times a day and was covered in gleaming daffodils, but Captured my Rigg? Rigg who was covered tightly by the armor? Rigg who couldn't even see his face?"

The chief guard almost died from being pinched, and nodded tremblingly: "Yes...I am sorry...but the prince was indeed captured..."

"Don't all dragons like shiny things? Don't Ada wear enough diamonds?"

"Yes... Xiaochen is very sorry..."

The king couldn't figure it out.

The guard is very uncomfortable.

"Mobilize the army to save the prince!"

"Yes... Xiaochen is very sorry... the habitat of the dragon has not been found..."

"Hurry up and send someone to look for it!"

"Yes...I'm very sorry, my lord...Your Majesty...can you let go of your hand first..."

...A certain ball of hair rolled by...

The captain of the Armored Knights, the son of the King of Ice Country, Rieg, felt dizzy for a moment when he opened his eyes.

"do not move!"

An impatient and low voice entered his ears.

Prince Lige felt his body lighten up, and his discomfort suddenly eased a lot. Just as he exhaled, he suddenly came back to his senses, don't move...don't move?do not move!

He sat up abruptly, only to be pushed back roughly.

"Told you not to move!"

Prince Lige opened his eyes wide, and saw a strange man with hazy and sharp eyes sitting cross-legged beside him, and he was not in the palace at the moment, let alone lying on his own bed, all he could see was the dimly lit Deep caves and exposed rough rock walls.

This man is stripping his clothes, no, to be precise, he is removing his armor.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for Prince Rieger to believe that human hands could turn a piece of metal armor into a pile of scrap metal, and the silver-winged armor he was proud of representing the glory of a second-level knight was taken by this man. Throw it on the ground like rags.

There was the sound of tearing silk, and the black underwear worn under the armor was torn into shreds and left the prince's body.

At the same time, Prince Lige has already touched his lower back...

"Are you looking for this?" The strange man held a sharp dagger about one palm long in his hand, folded the dagger in two in front of the prince, and went to the pile of scrap metal in the blink of an eye.

The unarmed prince, whose upper body was bare, swallowed hard, forcing himself to calm down.

"Who are you? Why are you arresting me?"

"I'm not human!"

The prince was taken aback.

The strange man continued coldly: "As for arresting you, it was caused by my wrong judgment."

"Misjudgment?" The prince narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, the judgment was wrong, because in my opinion, you human beings are all alike!" The man grabbed the prince's chin, even though the jaw seemed to be crushed, the prince gritted his teeth with a white face and remained calm.

"Now, I just need you to answer me one question."

The prince did not speak, he could not speak.

"You're not a princess, you're a princess, aren't you?"

The prince stared at him inexplicably, and nodded under the man's increasingly gloomy gaze.

The strange man narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a while, then got up and walked away.

end of act two

[CAST]

Ice King: Rommel Sturluson

Chief of the Palace Guard: Igor Karkaroff

A hair ball: toffee

The Stranger Man (Horntail): Victor Krum

Prince Rigg: Heimdall Strulusson