HP's Foreign Land

After that, the old and the young sat in their seats "in peace and harmony" and continued to watch the game.

The elder slowed down and stared, Heimdall had already turned his head to watch the game.

Even if you want to kill someone with your eyes, it's okay if you don't accept the trick.

The elder pouted, and casually picked up the book that Heimdall left behind. It was heavy in his hands. It had a purple-red snakeskin cover, and on the cover was written "A Hundred Years of Quidditch", and the font changed into various Quidditch from time to time. The props used in the competition are quite eye-catching at first glance.

The elder flipped through it, and was surprised to find that almost every page had been written with annotations. He flipped back and found the same handwriting, which was obviously written by one person.

I didn't expect this child to read books so carefully, taking detailed notes on leisure books.

To be honest, the Vulcan team's first blow of the new season did not sound very loud, and the whole game had no bright spots at all, which may not be interesting to ordinary audiences.

This is exactly the case, and the venue, which was already dull, is even more clean now.

The popularity index of the Vulcan team has fallen to the bottom, which is really terrible.

The opposing sides followed the rules, even the referee was yawning on the sidelines, sneaking out frequently without blowing a wrong whistle or yelling a wrong sentence. The boring level of this game has risen to the standard level.

Among the audience of less than 20 people, only Heimdall watched it with gusto from beginning to end without blinking his eyes.

Although Victor sat on the bench from beginning to end.

But this didn't affect his mood of watching the game at all. The light in his eyes could almost blind other people's eyes, and the elder beside him didn't dare to look directly.

Just like Heimdall brainstormed about him just now, after brainstorming, he also felt that this child seemed abnormal...

Fortunately, the game was not long, and three hours later, the final whistle was blown.

Heimdall clenched his fists, and the excitement in his eyes was about to overflow.

The elder hesitated for a long time and said, "The Vulcan team lost."

"I know!"

The elder fell silent, feeling that the child was looking at him in the wrong way, as if he was looking at an idiot, of course he refused to be an idiot.

"I'm happy just because I lost." Heimdall was in a happy mood, so he generously let go of the past.

The elder was in a very discordant mood, and suddenly found that he could not understand English.

"Aren't you a Vulcan fan?"

"I'm not a Vulcan fan."

"...Then why were you so happy when they came out?"

"Can't I be cheerful?"

The elder didn't say a word again, talking to this child is really tiring, it's okay to be a little tired, the saddest thing is that you can't find out why you are tired.

Heimdall didn't care and didn't want to care whether he was in violation or smooth, and pointed to the book in his hand.

"That's my book."

The elder threw it over angrily.

Heimdall was also polite, turned around and left after getting the book.

The elder was annoyed by his "rudeness", and sat on his seat blowing his beard and staring.

It's a pity that Heimdall didn't have time to look back, he rushed down the auditorium and rushed into the passageway of the players' preparation room, only to be captured by a man wearing a pea-green wizard robe with a Quidditch painting on his left arm. The internal security officer with the league icon armband was stopped.

Heimdall was mentally prepared, so he didn't get upset. He stopped rushing in and stood obediently in front of the man, looking behind him from time to time, and then looking at the staff member with a smile on his face.

After repeating the above actions, the staff member surrendered first.

"I'll just pretend I didn't see anything." He gestured to hurry over.

Heimdall thanked and thanked quickly, but was stopped when he was about to take a step.

The staff member uncomfortably took out a stack of papers from his pocket, and with a light shake of his hand, the stack of papers unfolded, and it turned out to be the poster of the broomstick couple that was secretly photographed.

"Could you please sign your name?" the staff member said shyly.

"Me?" Heimdall pointed to his nose in surprise. "Not Victor Krum?"

The staff shook his head firmly, "My daughter is your admirer."

Heimdalton had mixed feelings, it turns out that we also have fans.

He happily took the quill pen handed over by the staff, and signed his name with ease.

Heimdall's signature is as neat and orderly as the handwriting on the homework book. He doesn't know how to write fancy and exaggerated fonts, and can only trace upward stroke by stroke in a slightly rigid manner.

Handwriting can reflect a person's character, not beautiful but correct handwriting will make people feel down-to-earth and calm.

His serious attitude immediately won the favor of the staff member, and he told him where the preparation room of the Vulcan team was in a thoughtful manner, and told him several times not to go wrong, because some players had a bad temper.

Heimdall renewed his gratitude and hurried inside.

After checking the house number carefully, I quickly found the place. There are three languages ​​written on Basteto’s house number. As long as you know one of them, you can’t make a mistake.

When he found the place, he hesitated. This... shouldn't be bothering him, what if someone is holding a secret combat meeting, what if he breaks in without knowing what to do, and brings bad consequences to Victor... …

A thousand and 1 "what to do" were pressed down, and Heimdall was completely deterred.

After hesitating again and again, he decided to stay outside and wait for them to disband.

About 15 minutes later, the door opened. Heimdall had been watching the door without moving. The door behind him was opened, and a row of players came out of the door. They were not full of emotions, but they were not too depressed.

Heimdall turned around stupidly, it was this side, but in the end it was still a mistake.

He immediately decided to keep this "black dragon" in his stomach, and not tell anyone, not even Victor.

The players of the Vulcan team walked past him in groups of three and two, and almost everyone looked at him curiously.

Heimdall didn't care about these things, he just stood on tiptoe and looked inside again and again.

Finally, Victor came out, and the moment he saw him, the surprise in his eyes gushed out, and he immediately strode forward.

Heimdall went up to him with a wide smile.

"Didn't I tell you not to come!" Of course Victor was happy, but at this moment, it was inevitable to say some irony.

"I can't help it, I can't control my own feet." Heimdall sighed "self-defeating".

Victor hooked his neck and smacked his mouth hard.

Heimdall felt very useful and praised it on the spot.

"Baby, you should be more depressed, our team lost." Victor whispered in his ear.

"Is it so obvious?" Heimdall immediately straightened his face.

Victor chuckled, and pulled him to walk out quickly.

Heimdall smiled, but felt unhappy in his heart. None of the other players of the Vulcan team came forward to talk to Victor. At most, they just watched with cold eyes and a very cold attitude.

"Are you excluded?" Heimdall asked softly as he walked.

Victor was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "Don't worry about it, we lost today, everyone is not in a good mood, there is no time to chat."

Heimdall nodded, as if relieved, but he didn't agree with his statement in his heart.

Someone shouted Victor's name from behind.

They stopped and looked back, and saw two contestants who hadn't taken off their uniforms running towards them one after the other.

When he saw the wizard running ahead, Heimdall couldn't help but be speechless. She was such a tall girl. After a visual inspection, she might be over 1.8 meters tall.

I found that she was still holding a bat in her hand, and I was even more surprised. The hitters are usually Kong Wu powerful male wizards, and most of the famous hitters in the league are of this type. This girl is really a woman. Let the eyebrows.

"Why are you running! Didn't you agree to have a drink with us!" The black-haired girl yelled as soon as she came up.

The lung capacity is amazing.

When she caught a glimpse of Heimdall on the side of Viktor, her big heroic eyes immediately widened.

Victor grabbed Heimdall and hid him behind him, the girl stared fiercely.

"What are you hiding! Tell me to look twice and I will die!"

The wording is also amazing.

Heimdall stood behind Victor and praised repeatedly, good man's girl.

"I'm just afraid you'll watch too much." Wick was not polite at all.

"You are too ungentlemanly!"

"Who just emphasized to us over and over again, asking us to treat her as a man?"

The girl suddenly stopped talking, and her face was very ugly.

The "invisible man" who had been following the girl laughed out loud, and was slapped several times by the girl.

The invisible man is still the same, and he has no intention of restraining himself.

The girl rolled her eyes angrily, and as soon as she grabbed Victor's shoulder, Heimdall was horrified to see Victor pushed away by her.

The girl immediately pressed down in front of her eyes like a huge mountain.

"What's your name?" A strange eager light flashed in his eyes.

Heimdall suddenly thought of the scene where the dandy molested the common girl in the street, but now the man and the woman have switched sides, and he is the "folk girl" being molested.

"Sturlusson, Heimdall Sturlusson."

Before she finished speaking, the girl immediately yelled with bright eyes, "Oh, the voice is also very nice, it's so touching, hurry up, say a few more words."

Victor hugged Heimdall with an ugly face and blocked his sweetheart with his body.

"Who wants to see you, tall, big, smelly man!" The girl was not happy anymore. "Get out of the way, Miss Ben wants to talk to the gentle and elegant little boy!"

"Captain, the Maia Freedom Team is going to leave..." the invisible man exchanged glances with Victor, and said in a neutral tone.

"My Cole!" The girl was startled, turned around and ran away, and disappeared after a while.

Then "Cole" is probably also a handsome man.

This girl comes in a rush of wind and fire, and walks like a thunderstorm when she goes away.

"It looks like you won't play with us anymore." The invisible man laughed.

"Next time." Victor sincerely apologized.

The invisible man smiled and nodded at Heimdall, then turned and left.

"That lady just now is the new captain of the Vulcan team?" Heimdall knew that the previous captain decided to retire early, but he didn't expect the new captain to be a handsome and heroic lady.

"The captain's football skills are very good, but his behavior is a little off..." Victor had never talked about others behind his back, and this time he couldn't help but want to emphasize a few words. "In the future, if you see Angela Schmidt, stay away. Her greatest hobby in life is to flirt with men. She is a very dangerous woman."

Looking at her boyfriend's anxious expression, Heimdall held back a smile, "Her name is Angela Schmidt?"

"Yes!" Victor asked again worriedly. "In the future, if you see her, just pretend you didn't see it. You're welcome, she's very good at pushing the boundaries."

Heimdall didn't care about this at all. He was happy that Victor had made friends. Although his boyfriend didn't talk much, he was not a sociable person. Although he knew it in his heart, he couldn't help worrying about this and that.

"That's right! The Vulcan team lost!" Heimdall suddenly remembered.

Victor laughed dumbfounded, "Why are you so happy?"

"Do you have a chance to play in the game the day after tomorrow?" To be honest, he didn't do anything else when he watched the game today. He just prayed that the goalkeeper of the Vulcan team was full of loopholes. Well, people are praying for victory, he prayed to God and Buddha, hoping that the Vulcan team will lose quickly!

The goalkeeper himself didn't live up to expectations, and let other chasers succeed frequently, but he couldn't keep the goal at all, and he didn't know how he became an official player.

"I'll play the day after tomorrow." Victor didn't pretend to be a joke, and readily affirmed it.

Heimdall immediately yelled for joy.

Victor felt warm in his heart, and his eyes couldn't be softer.

In fact, this game was not expected to win. It can be said that the head coach deliberately gave up the points in the first game in exchange for Victor's upper position, because the original goalkeeper entered the team by virtue of his relationship, representing Vulcan. The sponsor behind the team, the deteriorating Vulcan team can no longer do without the support of the sponsor. If they want to withdraw, the Vulcan team may disappear from then on.

In the face of reality, both the head coach and the team leader have to be silent.

The best way is to let the goalkeeper step down before it is irreversible. People always have to be shameless, and there should be a limit to being shameless. Today, not only the audience saw it, the referee saw it, but also the sponsors I have seen it too, and most importantly, it will also be seen in tomorrow's newspaper.

Sponsors always hope that the team they sponsor will be successful. If one of the reasons for the loss is that they went through the back door, and the head coach brushed off the goalkeeper, they will naturally have no objection.

"Tomorrow's newspaper will definitely be ugly." Victor smiled, and the head coach had already vented to the relevant newspaper.

"Your coach can be regarded as dying and reborn."

Heimdall hesitated whether to comfort him, but seeing that he didn't care, but his eyes were full of yearning and confidence for the future, so he gave up the plan to comfort him and became happy.

A deliberate cough sounded suddenly.

Heimdall was taken aback, and hurriedly turned around, only to see the old man on crutches standing behind them with a displeased expression on his face.

"It's blocking the way!" He even pre-empted it.

The corner of Heimdall's mouth twitched. How could such a spacious entrance be blocked?

But after the old man finished speaking, he walked around them and walked out slowly with his head held high.

Heimdall stared at his back several times, curled his lips disapprovingly.

"You know him?" Victor patted his back with his hands, as if to comfort him.

"I'm glad I don't know him!" Heimdall nodded resolutely.