HP's Foreign Land

In the afternoon of the next day, under the leadership of the two principals Karkaroff and Katenin, a group of Durmstrang students went to see off Heideggerach School of Magic and Magic, which was about to leave for home.In addition to the Durmstrang school team, which was fully dispatched, 12 students including prefects and deputy prefects of all grades, including Heimdall, were also sent off.

The principals on both sides said some scene words, and the two school teams couldn't avoid it. They said a few words symbolically, and then they had a few minutes of free time to find their own farewell objects. It showed that the principals were more humane. side.

Heimdall and his father whispered for a while, then looked at Anar who had been silent all the time: "Goodbye, Anar." He stretched out his right hand to him.

Arnar Strulusson seemed to be absent-minded, turning a blind eye to Heimdall's hand, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Rommel, who was talking to Victor, glanced at Anar sharply, and raised his voice: "My son is talking to you! Arnar Sturluson!"

Anal was taken aback for a moment, then came back to his senses, hurriedly held Heimdall's hand, and squeezed out a smile: "Goodbye, Uncle Rieger."

Heimdall didn't care much about his attitude, smiled, and retreated to Carlo.

"I didn't expect that your nephew's psychological quality is not so bad." Carlo and Heimdall have always been outspoken, especially when they complained about their familiar "nephew" Arnar Strulusson. There is nothing to shy away from.

"The Linde twins once told me that their grandfather had a grandson who looked like a baby bump. They hadn't seen it at that time, so it should be him." Heimdall said.

Carlo was not surprised, "And he is an only child, right?"

Heimdall thought for a while and said blankly, "It should be."

Carlo felt very amused by his staying out of it: "Why do you know less about your family than me, an outsider?"

"I'm not familiar with him." Heimdall shook his head calmly.

***

The first International Youth Quidditch Cup European Division has come to an end, and the winners of the first, second and third places are——

Champion: Durmstrang Academy

Runner-up: Heideggerach School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Runner-up: Liechtenstein School of Magic

Among them, Durmstrang College, the champion of the European Division, will represent all European youths in higher-level divisions and compete with champions from other continents for the world championship.

"The small fights in Europe are over, and the next thing is the main event." Carlo shook his head at the dinner table. "Tsk tsk tsk, only the Europa is the real international level."

Everyone gathered around with great interest, but Carlo then said with a frowning face, "I only know this for the time being..."

The students immediately put on bad faces and left in disappointment.

They don't know that the lack of information is like a fatal blow to Carlo Jones. These days, they try to supplement knowledge to broaden their horizons, but most of the newspapers subscribed by Durmstrang's students are limited to within Europe, and the sources of information are not international enough. There are very few outside this area.

I thought it was okay when there was no competition, but now I feel really inconvenient, the world is infinite.

Fortunately, although there are few, it is not impossible. They have a South American, Leon Bruelage, by their side.

It's a pity that Leon naturally lacked attention to Quidditch, and he just talked about a concept that existed since he was a child: "In our place, Peruvian wizards are famously fond of playing Quidditch, and their skills are also the best."

When Carlo and the others heard this, they immediately chattered into discussions.

Heimdall felt the same as Leon, and felt that asking so clearly would not help the outcome of the competition, so he happily went to the wrong building.

"Have you ever been to the United States?" Heimdall asked. The developed United States was the country that Heimdall wanted to visit the most in his previous life.

"I've been." Leon nodded. Their family's business network spread all over the Americas, and they sold overseas.

Heimdall found that he didn't seem to be too cold, and he wasn't very interested, so he asked curiously, "Are the wizards in that country difficult to get along with?"

"Wizards in that country are easy to get along with, but that country makes me uncomfortable."

"why?"

"There are too many houses, the floors are too high, and the pace of life is fast. I'm not used to that kind of atmosphere."

Heimdall suddenly said: "You go to big cities, right?"

Leon nodded. In his opinion, no matter how small or big, he never wants to go to the United States.

Heimdall laughed dumbfounded. In the world of ordinary people, the United States of America is a land of immigrants that many people yearn for, and they sharpened their heads and squeezed there.

"American wizards like to play Quidditch very much." Leon thought for a while and said. "But their Ministry of Magic doesn't take this sport very seriously, and rarely organizes official games. Quidditch is more like a folk sport in the United States, and most large-scale games are also organized by wizards themselves."

Heimdall: "Free-spirited America."

Leon smiled: "That's right!"

***

The students of Durmstrang have not yet woken up from the enthusiasm of winning the championship, and then they will meet the teams from other continents.The Quidditch Federation issued an official notice of the competition, which was conveyed by the chairman of the European Quidditch Federation in person, to show the importance attached to the upcoming finals. Principal Karkaroff started to run around for the German school again, busy Excited.

While the students of the German School were overwhelmed by the refurbishment of the facilities in the school, and the whole school was still dreaming of the European championship, the first team arrived in Durmstrang ahead of schedule.

Principal Karkaroff was not mentally prepared at all. After receiving the news, he couldn't help being a little dazed, and subconsciously handed over the reception work to the student union.So the prefects and deputy prefects of all grades were summoned temporarily, and under the leadership of the principal, they rushed to the school gate to greet them.

Fortunately, Bergkamp, ​​the chairman of the European Quidditch Federation, has stayed in the school since Durmstrang won the championship, and this time he volunteered to help with the reception.

According to Chairman Bergkamp, ​​it was his old acquaintance in the federation, Hashmi Taba, the chairman of the Asian Quidditch Federation, who led the Asian champion to Durmstrang to participate in the finals.

Karkaroff was surprised that this was just a youth Quidditch match, and it would directly alarm many important members of the Quidditch League, such as the president of the European Quidditch Federation in front of him, and the upcoming Asian Quidditch Chairman of the Federation.

Bergkamp said with a smile: "I will take care of Chairman Taba, and your school can follow the original plan."

Karkaroff heaved a sigh of relief, and with Bergkamp as his backer, he immediately felt at ease.

Chairman Hashmi Taba is about sixty years old, his cheeks are clean-shaven, not a single stubble can be seen, and the thick white hair on his head is meticulously groomed.The eyes are small, but they are piercing, and there are deep wrinkles around the corners of the mouth, like the traces left by often dealing with complicated and headache problems, and it may also be a wizard who loves to think very much.

In short, at first glance, he looks like a wizard who pays attention to his appearance. No matter his standing posture or his facial expression when he looks at people, he gives people a decent but reserved sense of alienation.

Thinking of his identity, Heimdall was not very surprised to see such a Quidditch branch president.

There was a group of young people standing behind Chairman Taba. Heimdall guessed that they should be the Asian champions of this year's International Youth Quidditch Cup - the school team of Mehrat School of Magic.

According to the information that Chairman Bergkamp told you before, the Mehrat School of Magic is to Asia what Durmstrang is to Europe. It does not mean that this magic school is also dedicated to black magic education, but It is said that they belong to a relatively independent management system like Durmstrang, and are not under the Ministry of Magic of a certain country.

Mehrat School of Magic was co-founded by countries in West Asia, so the source of students is not single, which is similar to Durmstrang.

"This is the first time I've seen a West Asian wizard." Someone in the reception group composed of prefects and deputy prefects sighed softly.

It has to be said that this group of West Asian wizards has had a strong impact on European students, coming from many aspects such as vision and concept.

"A frog in a well is not advisable." Heimdall nodded affirmatively.

"A person who doesn't want to wade across a small river naturally doesn't want to go far across the ocean." Carlo came to understand life again.

"Fortunately, they are still wearing normal wizard robes." A prefect murmured, as if he was relieved.

A little impact is good, but too much impact is mysterious.Fortunately, although most of these West Asian wizards belong to the Arab world, at least for now, it seems that except for the facial features that are more typical of the West Asian nations, their appearance and dress are similar to European wizards.In fact, being too unconventional when visiting other countries will highlight your arrogance and domineering. Regarding this point, Mehrat School of Magic and Magic is more in place.

"Better than Liechtenstein," Carlo whispered in Heimdall's ear.

This nonsensical sentence, but Heimdall understood it, and nodded in agreement.

The troops in front had already joined the lead, the two Quidditch branch chairmen were shaking hands, and the principals of the two schools were also friendly to each other. All in all, the scene looked harmonious.

The only thing that is not harmonious is the entanglement in language.

Chairman Bergkamp is Dutch, and he was talking and joking with Chairman Taba in Dutch English with an obvious accent, while the chairman of the Asian Quidditch Federation spoke a standard Oxford accent, arguing with each other .

As for the headmaster, he was simply "talking through pictures". Karkaroff could speak English, and he spoke it well, German and Russian were not a problem, but when the headmaster of the Mehrat School of Magic spoke It was chattering, Karkaroff was confused, and the other party didn't seem to understand what he was talking about.

In the end, after looking at each other for a while, the two principals decided to make gestures...

As Durmstrang's students stalked visitors from the Mehrat School of Magic, the other party watched them too.

These students, though no bigger than the varsity brutes, were strong enough to stand up to long hours of play, rain or shine, and the life-threatening test of Bludgers roaring around them.

"Ah~~ Why don't you even have a girl!" The deputy head of the fifth grade said shamelessly.

After he mentioned it, others also found that the Mehrat school team was actually a pure man team like his own school team, with not a single flower visible, and a row of big green leaves.

Heimdall guessed wildly, could it be related to their religious beliefs?Muslim women can't show their faces?

The group of prefects and deputy prefects didn't care about this much, this discovery really made them depressed, and suddenly lost their interest, and they were all a little listless, and they were not as temperamental as before.

The adults were busy socializing, and the children on both sides were left alone, so they were naturally neglected. The students on both sides looked at each other for a while, hesitated for a moment, and then came together.

"It's a great honor." The captain of the Mehrat school team stood up on behalf of the whole team and expressed friendly greetings.

Everyone heard, good guy, another English-speaking person, so everyone in the German school focused their attention on the two sophomores.

Both Carlo and Heimdall were "accepted in danger". They were the most fluent in English among the German school students present, so they would not embarrass their alma mater.

"To each other!" Carlo held the hand he extended.

Mehrat's captain looked up at the German students behind the two of them, and said with a smile: "I have heard many stories and rumors about your school before I came here. Durmstrang's spirit is admirable, really A hellish school."

Carlo's chubby round face turned red all of a sudden, thinking that the other party was mocking them as a "black magic factory".

Heimdall thought so at first, and when he noticed that the other party was slightly confused by Carlo's sudden anger, he wondered maybe he didn't mean it that way.

"Where is the paradise of life?" Heimdall asked suddenly.

Mehrat's captain looked straight at Heimdall in a blink of an eye, wondering why he suddenly asked a question because he had been silent just now?

"Sorry, I was the one to be abrupt." Heimdall nodded slightly.

The captain raised his eyebrows, laughed, and said nonchalantly, "On horseback, in the books of sages, and on women's breasts."

Carlo was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at Heimdall, who smiled at him. Heimdall knew that Carlo's mind was always spinning fast, and he should have figured it out by now.

So, according to the standards of Arabic proverbs, Durmstrang is indeed the hell of life.

Mehrat's captain stroked his chin, stared at Heimdall's face for a while, and then said, "What's your name?"

"Sturlusson, Heimdall Sturlusson."

The captain raised the corners of his mouth and showed him a malicious smile, all the hairs on Heimdall's back stood up.

What's the meaning?Heimdall sincerely hoped he was worrying too much.

"You..." Mehrat's captain suddenly took a step closer, but someone suddenly grabbed his shoulder.

Mehrat's captain looked back and found that it was the principal of his school.

The headmaster shook his head with bad eyes and disapproval, and then spit out a bunch of words very fast.

Heimdall took the opportunity to distance himself from them.

As soon as Mehrat's captain found out that he was gone, he looked back in disappointment, only to be distracted by the headmaster's chatter.

"What is that man going to do?" Carlo also felt that the captain's eyes were wrong, and immediately pulled Heimdall behind him.

Heimdall shook his head to express his ignorance, and at the same time felt warm and amused by Carlo's little gesture.