HP's Foreign Land

Immediately after the Mehrat school team, two other participating teams also arrived at Durmstrang Academy.

They are Kalanshu School of Magic representing Africa in the finals, and Rumitumi School of Magic from South America.The Calanshu school team is led by the director of the Department of Magical Sports of the Ministry of Magic of Libya, and the Rumitumi school team is led by the director of the Department of Magical Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic of Peru.

This time, the four teams competing for the championship have all gathered. On the second day after the Rumitumi school team arrived, the Quidditch League held an open and grand draw ceremony. This incident hit the headlines of major newspapers and magazines around the world the next day, and became a new focus after dinner.

Even gaming companies have expanded their business under the name of the Youth Quidditch Cup. As for the performance of the new business and whether anyone will respond, it is still difficult to determine.

The league's move was not a whim, but to use the uncooled momentum to stir up the finals while the wizards on all continents hadn't recovered from their respective championship crazes.After hundreds of years of development, Quidditch is no longer a sport in the ordinary sense. Especially since this youth game is crowned with an international title, it cannot be taken lightly. In addition to actively responding participating teams, it also needs topics and Huge audience.

The leaders of the Alliance are very clear-headed. This year is only the first Youth Quidditch Cup. If it weren't for the previous publicity and mobilization, more than half of the magic schools would not respond, and the Ministry of Magic of various countries would not be almost impulsively active.The schools of magic can ignore gains and losses, and the ministries of magic of various countries can temporarily forget about their interests, because this competition has taken the title of "the first".

What about after that?

The International Junior Quidditch Cup is not a professional league, it is not a World Cup, it is not a European Cup, it is not an Asian Cup, it is not an America's Cup...it is not all of those cups!There are no high bonuses, no overwhelming publicity campaigns, no professional players who regard the game as a career, and no professional teams fighting openly and covertly for prosperity. The second session after four years, the third session after eight years, and the third session after 12 years The fourth session... how many years can it last?How many other countries' Ministry of Magic are willing to take great pains for children to fight?

Therefore, in order to be promoted for a long time, it must be in line with reality, and it will inevitably be tainted with utilitarianism.

When the broom company of Nimbus Athletics sent someone to find Durmstrang and tentatively asked the principal Karkaroff if he could open up an area on the arena to advertise their Nimbus company during the finals, Karkaroff Dumbfoundingly said: "Durmstrang is the school."

Light Wheel Company shrugged its head back.

Then there were several other broom companies or magic product companies who also heard the whimsical move, but were all rejected by Karkaroff.

Heimdall was quite surprised when he found out about this. He, like all the German school students, thought that Karkaroff would not refuse, at least not so absolutely.

"We still underestimate our principal." Carlo thought thoughtfully.

"It can't be our fault." Rian plausibly said. "If Mr. Principal's behavior is not always so deviant, we wouldn't think so."

Although Karkaroff has "deviations" in the eyes of German school students, everyone respects him as a headmaster.

Regarding this point, Heimdall has always found it amazing.Karkaroff is neither a man of innocence nor asceticism, nor does he lack the determination that a head of a school should have. He was shaken by his "deviation", and even Heimdall himself never thought that this headmaster was incompetent.

On the contrary, Karkaroff is a very competent and dedicated principal.

At dinner that evening, the draw for the four teams came out, and it turned out so by coincidence that the next two teams met, and the game started the day after tomorrow, with Durmstrang and Mehrat playing the next day, The winners of the two games compete for the championship, and whoever wins is the world champion.

Carlo and the other students made up their minds about their vision of being a world champion, and then devoted themselves to the gossip business of inquiring about news.

***

Having stayed in Durmstrang for the past two days, I naturally knew everything I didn't know before, such as the great reputation of the host in Europe, both black magic and Quidditch, Colonel Mehrat The team has seen the outstanding popularity of the Durmstrang school team among the European underage wizards, especially the name of the Seeker Victor Krum, which everyone knows.

And the greenhouse date that they ran into by chance that day, they were actually a couple known to the whole school.

The Durmstrang school team did not alienate them because of the lottery result, which made the Mehrat school team feel very comfortable and had a better impression of the host.Different from the native wizards in Europe, this group of West Asian wizards did not have certain concepts that were deeply rooted and growing day by day. They would only rate the German school based on what they saw and heard, and they would not listen to what they thought about the past.

"Surprising." Mehrat's captain whispered to Duncan. "Sturlusong obviously looks like the kind of person who is very cold in his bones."

Duncan already knew that the Mehrat school team accidentally saw the date of the two, so he smiled meaningfully: "Enthusiasm depends on the object."

The captain rubbed his chin and smiled: "You said..."

"I advise you to give up your thoughts quickly. You can think about it, but once you get out of your imagination, it won't work at all."

The captain said in surprise: "I haven't said anything yet!"

"It's not hard to see what you want to say from your expression."

Captain Mehrat said unconvinced: "How do you know if you haven't tried it?" He was already aroused by the strong contrast.

Duncan thinks this person is quite interesting, and his style of doing things is very arbitrary, but it doesn't make people disgusted.So Duncan suddenly changed his mind and stopped trying to dissuade him blindly. He knew that he would not be able to persuade him simply by persuasion, otherwise the principal of Mehrat would not guard him like a thief all day long. Once he knew that he was going to leave the campus, he would not stop Not leaving, it can be seen how brilliant the captain's previous record is.

Mr. Orville, who claims to have read countless people, is jealous.

"That's up to you." Duncan shrugged, lowered his head and flicked the ash on his cuffs, so as to hide the malicious and cunning light in his eyes.

Once some people have a stubborn temper, ten cows can't pull them back, so it's better to just let him hit the south wall once.

How can I say that Duncan Orville is also the goalkeeper of the German school, and Mehrat is the enemy, and he cannot be merciful to the enemy. Thinking of this, Mr. Orville raised the corners of his mouth, seemingly very happy.

Unaware of this, Captain Mehrat took a step forward, leaning on the gold-covered marble threaded handrail like Duncan did, and looked up. Right now, the two of them were standing on the rostrum of the German school's Quidditch field, There were some students and reporters scattered around. In the middle of the field, the Peruvian school team was doing the third warm-up practice after arriving at the German school.

According to the alliance's arrangement, each away team is allowed to have three warm-up exercises on skilled venues before the start of the game. Because of the limited time and limited venues, the three games are no more, no less, and the arrangement is relatively tight.For example, the Rumitumi school team from Peru is currently practicing on the field, and the Mehrat school team is behind them in order.The Peruvian wizard is indeed a Quidditch fanatic who is remembered by Leon. As soon as he entered the field, he rode a broom and roared all over the field. ears, frowning at them.

The activity of the Rumitumi school team on the field is eye-catching. They can do whatever they want, and they don't seem to be afraid of revealing their strength in advance.

They really like playing Quidditch, not playing Quidditch.

"Is your Seeker really good?" After looking up for a while, Captain Mehrat turned his head and asked Duncan.

"You will know it after comparing it." Duncan said lightly.

Captain Mehrat smiled lightly. He was not a fool, so he naturally knew that Duncan deliberately avoided this topic.

"I saw him play here for a while the afternoon before yesterday."

Duncan was not surprised. Since the official start of the game, Victor sometimes used the short time before dark to exercise his muscles and bones. Now the Durmstrang Quidditch Stadium is no longer the exclusive venue of their school team. Kedo can only use it for a short while.

His old friend already regarded Quidditch as a job, and he felt like he was absent from work that day if he didn't fly around the court twice a day.

"Well, I mean our Seeker?" Duncan saw no particular emotion on his face.

"If I see something, I won't bother to ask you today."

Although his tone was very ordinary, Duncan could still see disapproval from his eyes, that is to say, he didn't believe in Victor's strength, and thought that European wizards were exaggerating for the sake of face?

It's good not to take it seriously, but it's not good to take it too seriously. Thinking that Captain Mehrat might hit the wall twice in the future, Duncan felt even happier.

Captain Mehrat was still unaware, took out his pocket watch to look at the time, and frowned: "These South American wizards who never look at the time!" He hurriedly called his school team to go up and ask the Rumitumi school team arena.

The on-site practice against time is very important for the away team.

Duncan looked at his back and said loudly, "He is studying herbal medicine in Liantang this afternoon. If you have any plans, I suggest you wait outside Greenhouse No. [-]."

Captain Mehrat paused for a while, then turned around and gestured to Duncan to express his gratitude.

Duncan smiled and waved, but when he turned around, he made a strange face, "Don't thank me in a hurry, I'm not a good person."

His heart was for an old friend.

At around [-]:[-] p.m., a group of sophomores pushed open the door of Greenhouse No. [-]. The sophomores, who were chatting enthusiastically, suddenly found a strange yet familiar student from another school standing outside the door.

He is said to be unfamiliar because the person’s name has not been called yet, and he is familiar because everyone knows that he is the captain of the Mehrat school team.

What is he doing here?Who are you waiting for?

The more he thought about it, the more weird he felt. Carlo handed the book to Ryan, ignored his friend's call, returned the same way, and stood under a big tree about 20 meters away from Greenhouse No. [-] to look around.

After waiting for another ten minutes, Carlo saw Heimdall pushing out the door, and Captain Mehrat immediately went up to meet him.

"I know that guy is worried and kind!" At this time, the little fat man wanted to rush up and "save the beauty".

"What did he do again?"

"He has something wrong with Rigg!" As soon as the words fell, Carlo realized that something was wrong. Who was talking to me?When he turned around, he suddenly found Victor Krum standing behind him, his eyes fixed on him, his brows and eyes slightly lowered.

Victor's eyes were dark, and his pupils suddenly turned maroon, as if a small cluster of flames flickered in them, reflecting slender light spots.

Carlo was startled, took a step back, and looked again, but there was nothing there, like an illusion.

"You said he had something wrong with Rigg?" Victor turned his eyes to Carlo.

Carlo swallowed unconsciously: "Actually... this is my own imagination..."

Victor was silent.

"We, no, won't you go up and stop it?"

Victor cocked his lips, took a few steps forward, and stopped again.

Carlo followed behind carefully, unlike Victor standing there abruptly, he got into the character and found a cover to hide his fat torso.

"...What do you want me to do?" Heimdall's polite voice came from the other side.

Carlo pricked up his ears all at once.

Victor stared there, motionless.

"I know you," Captain Mehrat said. "You were the double champion of Sugar Mouse last time."

"Thank you," Heimdall said.

"My cousin is your admirer. The photo of you winning the award was turned into a poster by him and pasted in the room."

"It's an honour."

Captain Mehrat was indifferent to his indifference, as if he had expected it, "You give me the impression that you are a rather indifferent person."

"Yes," Heimdall nodded. "I do not know you."

Behind the bunker 20 meters away, Carlo covered his mouth with a "chi" sound.

Victor glanced at him, and he immediately put his hands down and got back on his stomach.

"You know, you make me feel good, just the type I like." Captain Mehrat said this as if he was chatting. "I mean the physical kind."

Heimdall picked up the book under his arm.

Captain Mehrat suddenly stepped forward and said, "What do you think..." The voice stopped abruptly.

Heimdall raised his eyes and pushed the wand in his hand forward. Captain Mehrat had to back up, repeatedly.

Heimdall put away his wand as if nothing had happened, "Speak up if you have something to say, don't touch your hands."

Captain Mehrat suddenly smiled bitterly, "Then what do you think of my proposal?"

Carlo, who was 20 meters away, was speechless for a while. This person is just like that... what Lige said last time, yes, just like Xiaoqiang.

"No!" Heimdall said succinctly.

"Why?" Captain Mehrat didn't give up. "I can assure you that my technique is very good, and I will definitely let you enjoy the greatest fun and satisfaction."

"I'm only 12 years old." Heimdall originally wanted to say thirteen.

"I've had sexual experience since I was 12."

"Is the other party a man or a woman?"

Captain Mehrat couldn't help but startled, "...a woman."

Heimdall looked sharply: "Are you willing to let me go?"

Captain Mehrat was speechless for a moment.

Heimdall turned and left.

"Think about it again." Captain Mehrat once again displayed Xiaoqiang's spirit.

"I can't be hard on you."

Captain Mehrat, who was just about to make a long speech, was choked up and muttered without confidence: "How will you know if you don't try..."

"This kind of thing still needs to be tried?" Heimdall interrupted him for the third time, especially the unmoved and indifferent eyes, which made a certain captain extremely frustrated.

Everyone was talking about this, and a certain team leader stopped pestering him, thinking to himself, he really was a deserted person, and left depressed.

Carlo, who was 20 meters away, fumbled for his notebook again, crouched behind the cover, brushed his pen and walked away. After a while, he raised his eyes and found that the peeping ally Krum was missing, and Rigg has also left.