HP's Foreign Land

On the day of the match between Karanshu and Rumitumi, the dark clouds that had been hanging high above his head seemed faint, and occasionally a few rays of yellowish sunlight could be glimpsed through the gaps in the clouds. The weather is one of the best.

The rare "good" weather made the students of the German school suddenly excited, and the students who didn't plan to join in the fun couldn't bear to take up their seats early.

There were more than two hours before the game, and the surrounding area was bustling with people, and several entrances and exits were blocked by students and reporters coming and going.

Heimdall, who had already sat safely in the auditorium, couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

Carlo and the others ridiculed that if Heimdall's "family members" were not insiders who had led them through the player aisle into the auditorium in advance, they would definitely be huddling below in pain.

A certain family member glanced at Carlo blankly, and Carlo, who was beaming as he was talking, immediately sat upright and changed the subject.

"Those Italian students are too strange. Asking them to watch the game is like asking them to fight a duel."

Although his topic shifted abruptly, everyone smiled knowingly and integrated into the new topic without any struggle.

Before the group came, they met a few Italian students, and the two groups ended up unhappy. After this incident, everyone felt that their words were not speculative. Strangers have nothing to do with each other, which is good for both parties.

Carlo and the others specially chose a seat with a relatively biased angle. Even so, students "passed by" to greet them from time to time, and special reporters from XX newspapers and magazines came out to talk to Victor or Heimdalla's parents from time to time. .

Friends lamented that people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. Once a person is famous, it seems that this day is not for himself.

After dismissing everyone and pausing for a while, Heimdall took out his pocket watch to check the time, and found that there was still some time before the game, so he calmly took out a brick book that could be called a murder weapon and flipped through it. After a few glances, cousin Draco hurried over with a few classmates.

Everyone chatted and laughed again.

Hermione Granger didn't want to come. She really wasn't interested in Quidditch at all, but she was a little curious about the two teams in today's match. It was the first time she saw wizards from other continents, so she hesitated. Still running with Susan Burns.

As soon as Hermione sat down, she took out the introductory book on arithmetic and divination that she had been reading for the past few days. The content was very simple, but she was fascinated by it.From the corner of her eye, she saw that Heimdall was engrossed in a book, and the book was even bigger than the casual books that recorded anecdotes and anecdotes about the magical world that she borrowed from the school library in the first grade. She couldn't help but leaned over and asked, "Are you here?" What are you looking at?"

Heimdall didn't speak, and stood up the cover of the book to show her. Hermione saw a line of shiny blood-red fonts engraved on the strangely colored cover——

Tooth for tooth

Regardless of the cover or the handwriting, Hermione suddenly had a bad feeling. She nodded indiscriminately, retracted her gaze evasively, and lowered her head to look at the book she brought.

"I don't know how good the two teams are in today's match." Although Draco exchanged greetings with Carlo, his eyes were on Victor.

Victor pondered: "Duncan said that Rumitumi's skills are good."

"Peruvian wizards like Quidditch very much. In that country, Quidditch is a sport that everyone participates in." Leon interjected.

"Duncan also said they were just playing." Victor nodded.

"Where's Mehrat?" In fact, Draco was more interested in this, after all, the enemy in front of the German school was them.

"I don't know." Victor's tone was calm.

Carlo, who is a peeping ally, thinks that the product has a profound meaning that others cannot perceive-Krum's words sound a little cold.

"I hope they are weak, just don't make another Liechtenstein school team." Ryan expressed his thoughts without any scruples.

"Can I take this as a compliment?" A laughing voice suddenly sounded, and the group looked back at the same time, and saw Hassler Klaus in ordinary wizard robes standing behind them.

Rian was dumbfounded, what to say? !

Hassler nodded to Rian without realizing it, and Rian immediately held Heimdall with an ugly face, and leaned tremblingly on his shoulder: "That Captain Klaus is actually nodding and greeting me, and he's saying hello to everyone. Laugh! It's Captain Klaus! Captain Klaus!"

Heimdall couldn't help laughing out loud.

Rian didn't need to be comforted at all, he recovered in the blink of an eye, and turned his head to whisper to Carlo.

Hassler had a whispered conversation with a student sitting in the auditorium behind Heimdall. The student nodded, stood up and let him go to another empty seat, and Hassler sat down generously. .

Heimdall glanced back, and Hassler smiled at Heimdall, and there was something in that smile that Heimdall couldn't understand.

One thing is for sure, Hassler Krause is much easier to get along with than before.

What caused him to have such a drastic change?

Just as he was wondering, Heimdall heard Hassler and Victor exchange a few irrelevant words, then swept his eyes and looked at Draco.

They were strangers to each other, Draco knew him, he probably didn't know Draco at all.

Unexpectedly, Hassler stretched out his right hand to Draco calmly: "Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco was taken aback for a moment, apparently surprised, hesitated for a moment, and held the hand: "Hello."

Hassler nodded politely at him: "I'm Gustav, Hassler Gustav."

Draco was dazed along with the others.

"Aren't you Klaus?" Carlo couldn't help but ask.

Hassler smiled and shrugged: "I am no longer from the Klaus family, I am now living with my mother, a newly minted Swedish wizard, and Gustav is my stepfather's surname. "

Everyone showed a look of surprise.

"Then you now..." Carlo stopped suddenly, because he didn't know what to ask and how to ask.

Hassler took out a stack of business cards from his pocket, handed out one to everyone, and said kindly while sending it back: "If you need anything, just contact the contact information on the business card."

Heimdall saw a few lines of words in changing fonts and languages ​​simply floating on the pale stone blue business card——

gustav store

The best crucible supplier in the world

Leon suddenly said: "The crucible I'm using now belongs to Gustav."

Hassler laughed heartily when he heard that, "Gustav is the largest crucible dealer in Scandinavia."

Heimdall felt that his proud expression was not fake.

"Well, it's very useful."

Heimdall may hesitate to say this from others, but it is especially trustworthy when it is spoken from Leon Bruulag.

"Then your father..." Heimdall said hesitantly.

Hasler's smile faded a bit, and his eyes looked a little sad, "The lady he married later gave him a son of pure blood, and he doesn't need me anymore."

Everyone was quiet for a while, looking at him at a loss. For Mr. Gustav, who was a half stranger, the big guy didn't know how to comfort him, so they all kept silent or looked around.

"He doesn't need me, but my stepfather needs me very much. In fact, my mother has always wanted me to live with her in Sweden. My stepfather is not young, has no children, and does not consider raising another heir, so he and My mother discussed that if I become a child of the Gustav family, after a hundred years from my stepfather, the Gustav store will be handed over to me to inherit.”

Hassler quickly broke free from the depression, and his renewed high spirit broke through the gloom, and his whole person appeared to be full of energy.

Rian and Draco couldn't help but nodded, and congratulated him at the same time, but when they thought about what he said before, they felt that it was not right to congratulate him.

Fortunately, Hassler was really happy and didn't care.

Thinking about the previous broom incident, the way the Claus family handled it after the incident was indeed chilling.

It's no wonder that Hassler despaired of the family.

Heimdall thinks his choice is very wise, instead of staying in that unreliable family and swallowing his humiliation, it is better to break away quickly.In this world, can anyone live without him?The protection of big families also varies from person to person. Not everyone can enjoy the benefits left by their ancestors. Mr. Gustav, who has tasted the taste, must know this better than him.

There is one thing that Heimdall will never guess. Hassler was scolded severely by his father when he returned home, and the stepmother who was pregnant suddenly entered the study. I didn't take care of her, and in the end, because Hassler moved too much when trying to persuade the fight...he gave birth prematurely.

Fortunately, both mother and child were safe.

But Hasler's father put all the responsibility on the elder son, and it was another round of blame.

The more Hasler thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became—that woman had been ignoring him all the time, but she came in at that time to be a good person... So after yelling loudly that she wanted to leave the family, she left home angrily and took nothing. Nothing.

At that time, he was very tired of anyone in the Klaus family. He didn't contact anyone in the family, and the Klaus family didn't send anyone to look for him. Even his father didn't seem to remember such a son as him. up.Hassler wandered outside for more than a week and couldn't find any job. When he was desperate, someone found him, arranged a place for him, settled down, and handed him a letter.

Hassler thought of this, and looked at Heimdall: "If it wasn't for Chairman Strulusson to send someone to take care of me, help me contact my mother, negotiate with the Claus family, and arrange all the procedures for me to leave the family, It's hard to imagine what I'm going to be like now."

"My father?" Heimdall was a little surprised.

"Yes, Chairman Strulusson is my benefactor, and I am very grateful to him." Hasler's expression was serious and sincere.

He didn't understand the ins and outs of it, it was difficult to express any opinions, and he was not qualified to answer his words, so Heimdall smiled and left the topic alone.

"So you're a Norse wizard now?" Carlo cheered up.

Hassler raised his eyebrows, hanging on Carlo mysteriously for a long time, and then said: "More than that, I have already transferred to the Heideggerck School of Magic and Magic, and next school year will represent Heideggerak to Durmstrang. Exchange Students."

"Really?!" Everyone was surprised again.

"Chairman Stulusson told me that if I am willing to study in Heideggerak, he will let Heideggerak participate in the exchange student program." Hassler said. "Anyway, it's the last year. I think it's good to finish seventh grade at Durmstrang Academy and get a diploma at Heideggerach School of Witchcraft and Magic."

"The exchange student assessment hasn't been held yet, how do you know you can be selected?" Carlo's chubby face was almost wrinkled into a bun.

"I have confidence in myself!" Hasler glanced at him, and that nasty posture rose again, and everyone wanted to kick him twice.

Carlo beat his chest and stamped his feet. Dogs can't stop eating shit. He is still the same Captain Klaus who looked down on people in the past.

Hassler looked at Victor with a happy face: "Can you help me apply for a substitute position in your school team? Although I have decided to give up Quidditch, I still feel a little bit reluctant to give up from now on."

"We'll talk about it after you pass the assessment." Victor reminded him.

Hassler smiled lightly, took out a champagne-colored delicate envelope from his pocket, and handed it to Heimdall.

"For me?" Heimdall took it curiously, and his name was written on the envelope. He turned over the envelope and saw two names written under the seal, and the first one was Adam Klaus.

Heimdall raised his eyes and met Victor's gaze, who smiled calmly.

"Your brother's engagement invitation?" Heimdall turned his eyes to Hasler.

Hassler nodded, "The invitation was sent to your father, and I became an owl."

Heimdall took out an exquisite invitation card painted with cream-colored roses. Inside, the date and place of engagement were written, and there were some small notes. There were no common greetings. It looked like it was set in advance and sent to the group at the end. batch products.

"When's the engagement?" Hassler asked.

Heimdall was taken aback, "You don't know?"

Hasler touched his nose: "I didn't receive it."

Heimdall lowered his head pretending to be nonchalant, read the invitation again, and said, "The wedding is scheduled for August [-]th, and the note says that day is the woman's birthday."

Hassler said lightly that he knew, and then asked, "Are you going?"

"No." Heimdall stuffed the invitation into the pocket of his robe.

"It's summer vacation in August."

"There is a possibility that Victor will play and I don't want to miss it."

Hassler laughed, not terribly surprised.

Rigg said no at all before, thinking that he had heard it and let it go, but he didn’t expect him to value it so much and pay so much attention to it. Victor began to play the Radesky March in his mind.

The companions around were sensitive to Heimdall's words, and they rushed to ask questions. Victor briefly told everyone about it, and everyone's interest was immediately aroused.

The responses were surprisingly unanimous, and they all expressed confidence in Victor.

"Mr. Krum must pass the selection," Draco said.

Heimdall nodded desperately, then glanced around strangely, and everyone nodded along with him twitching at the corners of their brows.

Victor laughed dumbfounded, and stretched out his hand to rub the top of Heimdall's head.

The first game that was forgotten by this group of people passed so lightly. When the Golden Snitch was caught by the Rumitumi school team, they had already talked about their summer plans from the League Cup in August...

The winner of this Quidditch match is the Rumitumi School of Magic from Peru.