HP's Foreign Land

The summer vacation has officially begun, and most of the students in the dormitory buildings have left. Heimdall returned to school on the first day of the vacation. His luggage has not been packed yet, and he wants to move some materials from the laboratory Let's go, Hina thinks these things are very important to the owner, and she dare not move them casually, so Heimdall will clean them up by herself.

In addition to carrying luggage, Heimdall returned to school because he was notified by Principal Karkaroff.

After entering the dormitory, I found that the three friends had not left either. They stayed for the same reason as Heimdall, and the principal asked him to stay.

"Have you seen the sailboats docked on Shell Lake?" Carlo said mysteriously.

The others shook their heads, expressing that they hadn't seen it.

"I reckon that's our transport to England."

When the few people heard this, they immediately moved their minds, and led by Carlo, they ran to the Shell Lake, which is only a forest away from Songhu Lake.

Shell Lake is the smallest lake in Durmstrang College, named after its outline resembling a shell.The Shell Lake is clear and deep, the lake water is dark green, and the aquatic plants at the bottom of the lake are lush. It is said that many small aquatic magical animals live in the lake.Professor Lateri always likes to bring students of all grades here for outdoor classes, allowing them to see with their own eyes what the animals introduced in the textbook look like.

At this moment, a dilapidated three-masted boat is docked on the calm lake. Shell Lake does not freeze all year round. It is indeed a good choice to park the boat here.

In addition to the four of them, there were other students by the Shell Lake. Three groups and two groups gathered around the shore to discuss. Most of them were about to leave but were attracted by this big guy who appeared suddenly.

"Well, if you go on this boat, it will definitely be eye-catching." Carlo laughed excitedly, and wisps of white mist sprayed out of his mouth like fire.

"Isn't it a bit shabby?" Li'an has always paid attention to external beauty. "Look at the mast, I think it's almost falling down, and the hull is so rotten that it's just a shelf. It should be repaired, otherwise the students at Hogwarts think that our school likes to collect junk."

Carlo disagreed, "Don't you think this is very personal?"

"Like a ghost ship," Heimdall said.

"Students at Hogwarts will think we are ghosts, not trash pickers." Leon ended the discussion, which was usually drawn by him.

The four of them looked at each other for a while, then turned around and headed for the castle, and chatted about different topics on the way.

After entering the castle, go up to the third floor and find the classroom designated by Principal Karkaroff. When they entered, they found someone else. To Heimdall's surprise, Victor was also there.

"The game is over?" Victor went out early in the morning, he thought there was a game today.

"It's not a game. Today is just a pre-match meeting. I'll be back as soon as the meeting is over." Victor pulled him to the chair beside him and sat down. Up and down.

Heimdall let out a smug "Oh" and couldn't help reflecting that he should pay more attention to the World Cup.

At this time, the two principals, Karkaroff and Katenin, walked into the classroom. As soon as Katenin entered the room, he sat down on the chair in the front row. Karkaroff stood at the front of the classroom and swept his eyes. Circle, "Should they be here?"

No one below agreed, because everyone didn't know how many should be there.

"Then let's start." Principal Karkaroff seemed to be in a good mood, and his tone was very brisk. "I called you here because I want to inform everyone here that next school year, you will attend the Triwizard Tournament hosted by Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft as representatives of our school."

Except for Carlo who didn't act too surprised, the others couldn't help being startled when they heard this, and then looked at each other in blank dismay. They didn't expect the selection results to come out so soon. Everyone thought it would have to wait until after the summer vacation at least.

"All the students here are the pride of our Durmstrang College. Everyone is excellent. I have confidence in you." Principal Karkaroff suddenly raised his voice, saliva splashing, looking very excited. "Let those pretentious Britons and self-righteous Frenchmen see that Durmstrang's students are no worse than you, and let those righteous envoys who usually pour dirty water on Durmstrang see ,us……"

Professor Katenin coughed.

"Let's talk about the Triwizard Tournament next." Karkaroff paused, and took out a document without changing his expression. "The Triwizard Tournament, as the name suggests, is a traditional hegemony competition held by the three magic schools of Durmstrang, Hogwarts, and Beauxbatons. It was founded about 700 years ago and is a competition between the three major magic schools in Europe. A kind of friendship competition, with the purpose of deepening mutual understanding in the magic world. Each school selects a warrior to participate, three schools will be three, and they will compete in three magic events, which will be held at different times of the school year. These magic items will test the warriors' magical talents, strengths, courage, magic theory, reasoning ability, and ability to overcome dangers from different aspects, and then judge the scores according to the quality of each item completed by the warriors. The warrior with the highest score wins." Speaking of this, Karkaroff winked at the students, "Don't worry, according to tradition, the principals of the three magic schools will be members of the jury, no matter who will participate, I will Definitely give full marks for every game.”

"Mr. Principal, please leave this for private publicity." Katenen said slowly.

Karkaroff smiled awkwardly, and continued, "This competition is held every five years, and the three schools take turns to host it. Later, it was interrupted due to the excessive number of deaths. By the way, our school has also died, which is a pity. Yes, it is said that those students are very good."

How many students?The students present swallowed involuntarily.

"The above are all according to the script, and the school library can find this kind of material, so I will not continue to read it." I was really impatient to read according to it, and Karkaroff simply discarded the previously prepared materials. "In short, it is very honorable for everyone to have the opportunity to participate in this competition. The Triwizard Tournament has been suspended for centuries. I thought I would never see the day when it will be held again in my life."

In other words, this competition can write a brilliant stroke in the principal's resume.

"Although there are still disputes about the time of arrival at Hogwarts, it is basically certain that our players and Beauxbatons will arrive in the UK by October this year at the latest, and the selection of the three warriors representing the three schools will be held on Halloween. The prize money for the Tournament is also in accordance with the tradition, a thousand Galleons."

Heimdall seemed a little agitated, while the other students seemed indifferent.

"So, because of this, I regret to tell everyone present that your summer vacation time will be shortened."

There was an uproar in the classroom, vacation = student's life.

"Do you think you don't have to go to class if you go to Hogwarts?" Karkaroff immediately acted like the headmaster and suppressed the students' resistance on the spot. "You must return to school one month in advance, and use the summer vacation time to keep in mind what you will learn in the next school year. Don't worry, the professors of various subjects will fight side by side with you. It is bound to finish the first semester before the end of October. The things that have passed through the brain, sort it out.”

Then, Mr. Principal began to be emotional, "I know that everyone must have made a colorful summer vacation plan early in the morning, but as a member of Durmstrang and an excellent representative of our school, there are some things that cannot be shirked. I I believe everyone can understand."

The students continued to remain silent, and each of them was a little listless.

"Do you think that this arrangement is a bit unnecessary? But you have to think about it, what can the British teaching methods teach? They are neurotic and like to make a fuss. Anyone who thinks it is unreasonable will be quickly killed. Hogwarts is strictly prohibited. Students learn and use black magic, so don't think that you can learn anything new there, show the backbone of Durmstrang students!!!" The desktop of a table in the first row was destroyed by Karkaroff It knocked loudly.

"The principal is so excited." Rian was speechless.

"It's also very extreme." Heimdall shook his head.

"This should be the so-called competitive relationship between schools. I think Hogwarts must be more nervous than us." Carlo jokingly said while transcribing the principal's quotations in his notebook.

"That's right, that's right, I almost forgot." Karkaroff suddenly changed his face after finishing his righteous indignation. "Can you all dance?"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, someone asked uncertainly, "Do you mean ballroom dancing?"

"Yes, a waltz or something."

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you again, and nodded one after another.

Karkaroff showed a happy smile, and he knew that the students in his school would not disappoint him. When he talked about the Christmas ball with the principals of the other two schools, he was the only one who firmly announced in public that the dancing He doesn't have to think about it at all, and there are no students in Durmstrang who don't know it.

Look, it wasn't that he was exaggerating. Madame Maxime looked at him with that strange look from the beginning to the end, as if she had decided that he was lying. Thinking of this, Karkaroff curled his lips in displeasure.

When Karkaroff briefly talked about the traditional activities of the next Triwizard Tournament, the students below immediately started talking about it.

"Your waltz is not standard, only mine is the most perfect Viennese waltz." Ryan raised his chin with a remarkable look.

"Don't think that putting on the name of 'Vienna' means something from Austria." Carlo retorted immediately, "France is the one who has confirmed and spread this dance."

The two hit it off quickly.

Can this make a fuss?Leon rolled his eyes.

Everyone started arguing with each other. After listening to it for a while, Heimdall found out that after years of development in various countries, the ballroom dance of the waltz already has strong local characteristics, that is, each type is different, just like The four of them, each of them jumped out of the waltz differently.

This shouldn't matter, right?It stands to reason that as long as you can keep up with the tempo...

"Rig, you need to correct your waltz." Rian suddenly pointed the finger at Heimdall.

"why?"

"Not dignified and elegant enough." Ryan commented.

Heimdall's waltz is a typical southern European style, which is more enthusiastic and unrestrained, but it seems too frivolous and casual in the eyes of some people.

"I don't care. The UK seems to be very particular about this." Ryan hesitated.

"Let's talk about it later." Heimdall shrugged.

The British are not necessarily conservative and rigid. His waltz was learned by the wizards of Knockturn Alley at Christmas one year. Later, after Neil danced with him once, she immediately fell in love with this feeling, and went to make herself very The standard Western European style has been changed to Southern European style, so when it comes to dancing, everyone has their own preferences, and the one that suits you is the best.

The most important thing is that Victor once praised Heimdall for his standard waltz movements, and he was very energetic when he jumped up. After being greatly praised by his boyfriend, Heimdall decided that there was no problem with his waltz.

Thinking of this, Heimdall grinned at Victor.

After the mobilization meeting was over, the students left the classroom one by one. After this meeting, these students felt that they had been formed into a small group.Everyone is a representative of their alma mater and is a group, so those who don't know each other rush to introduce each other, and the atmosphere is harmonious and positive.

Karkaroff saw it and nodded in satisfaction.

"Are you sure you want to go?" Katenin said after all the students had left.

"I am the headmaster of Durmstrang. This trip to the UK is inevitable, and I don't want to avoid it." Karkaroff added, "I didn't expect Barty Crouch to become a member of the British Ministry of Magic's International Magic Department." As the director of the cooperation department, I thought that with his ambition and skill, he would have already soared into the sky."

Karkaroff remembered very clearly that this person's target was the Minister of Magic, so when Crouch appeared in front of the three headmasters as a representative of the British Ministry of Magic, one can imagine Karkaroff's shock. The shadow cast on him has not dissipated for several years.

"I know what you are worried about, and I will make arrangements in advance." Katenen reassured him.

"You?" Karkaroff was moved and surprised, but also a little worried.

"It's not what you think. I, Felix Katenin, am not a kind person, and I am not interested in killing demons for the British. That is the job of the savior. I just want to ensure the safety of our school students, of course , Headmaster Karkaroff, your safety is also being ensured."

Just as Karkaroff wanted to thank him, he was blocked by Katenin's words.

"Don't be grateful to me. If you don't care about your life or death and ignore you, those impervious principals will be the first to attack me." Katenen's head got dizzy from the chattering portraits of the principals.

Igor Karkarov always thought that the previous headmasters were very dissatisfied with him, but in fact the dissatisfaction only existed in the initial stage.

***

Saying goodbye to friends, directing Hina to carry the luggage, Heimdall and Victor left the school, met Rommel in a family hotel in Kapok Town, had lunch together, and the monkey returned from playing saw Heimdall was both surprised and happy, and he dragged him to chatter non-stop. Heimdall thought amusedly that the older the child, the less shy he was. It turned out that he didn't make a sound after being "beaten up" by Pepper.

In the afternoon, Rommel returned to the branch road of Midsummer Avenue, closed in his room to deal with official business, while Heimdall and Victor went to the top floor of the Goblin Hotel.

If he hadn't entered the house to bargain with the hotel owner, that is, Victor's landlord, that day, he would not have known that the big house was actually an apartment hotel called Goblin Hotel.

With the help of Hina, they quickly renovated the old house, and then went to the grocery store on Midsummer Avenue to buy daily necessities such as curtains, sheets, quilts, etc. Heimdall was very confident in the process of shopping. The well-known ones waited and wandered outside, or put on the appearance of the head of the family and sat on the side, seemingly tolerant and big, reading the newspaper, letting Xina and Victor go to discuss, and when everything was ready, it was already dinner time.

Dodoma, who came back from vacation, showed off his culinary skills. The dinner was so delicious that Heimdall couldn't stop eating it.Seeing the crisis, Hina felt a sudden sense of crisis, her narrow-mindedness exploded, and she refused to talk to Dodoma for many days afterwards.

Dodoma, who has always been calm and self-sufficient, couldn't help becoming anxious. Until Hina offered to reconcile, poor Dodoma was still at a loss as to why this cold war was happening.

The next day, the three of them got up early at the same time. Victor had a competition, Heimdall was going to report to the International Wizengamot, and Rommel was going to the headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards to attend a regular meeting.

After Victor went out, the father and son boarded Principal Karkaroff's carriage together because they were traveling together.Karkaroff did not break his promise, and Sahara Bloodmane would still serve Heimdall even during the summer vacation.

"Thanks to you, I will also take a high-end carriage." Rommel got into the carriage.

"It really makes me ashamed to say such words from your mouth." Heimdall smiled and sat down beside him.

When the carriage stopped on the terrace of the International Federation of Wizards, Rommel pondered for a moment and said, "How about I get you a carriage?"

"Why?" Heimdall was puzzled.

"This is Principal Durmstrang's private property. It's a bit unfair for you to use it like this."

Heimdall rubbed his nose, "I told the principal that way before, and he said it was to promote the positive image of the German school."

The International Confederation of Wizards actually takes the "International" prefix.

Rommel realized something, "No wonder you are still wearing your school uniform when you are on vacation."

Rommel felt strange before, could it be that his son loves his alma mater so much that he never leaves his school uniform?Not without other clothes.

Heimdall stretched out his hand to straighten the IW balance badge pinned on his left chest, with a solemn and solemn expression on his face.

Rommel couldn't help but scratched his nose with his hand, "Don't show off, I've seen it a long time ago."

Heimdall smiled dryly and pushed open the door.

"Rommel?"

Rommel paused, stopped joking with his son, withdrew his gentle expression, turned around, and nodded briefly: "Lombard."

The one who got off from another carriage and walked towards the father and son was the Italian Minister of Magic, Lombardy Lacarini. (PS: For those who don’t remember, please refer to [Character List] and Chapter 94)

"It's surprising, I remember you don't like carriages very much."

Lacarlini's gaze turned to Heimdall, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned upward.

Because his expression was not friendly, and his smile was very empty, Heimdall thought for a while and decided not to greet him. After all, a real greeting is a kind of goodwill communication. Show your kindness.

"I don't know why, people who don't like me and those who don't like me always think that I don't like riding in carriages." Rommel wrapped his sharpness in a calm tone. "Why did you come to the International Federation of Wizards?"

"I'm not the Minister of Magic anymore." Lombard walked past the father and son towards the elevator.

"Make room for your son?" Rommel didn't show any surprise.

Lombard didn't make a sound, and pressed the floor button of the elevator. Rommel raised an eyebrow when he saw it, and went to the same floor with him.

"See?" said Lombard.

"Chairman of the Italian branch? It's not unexpected." Rommel replied indifferently.

The other wizards who were waiting for the elevator all kept silent, and then they heard the two talking to each other. Although the things they were talking about were very ordinary, it made people feel breathless.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Heimdall ran out of the elevator as if fleeing for refuge, then turned around and waved to his father in the elevator. Rommel smiled and the elevator door closed.

Heimdall turned around, took a deep breath facing the big sign of the International Wizengamot hanging on the wall, then walked towards the office area and knocked on the door of the supervision and inspection office.

The wizards inside the door looked extremely poor, with disheveled faces.

The head of the office, Rabat Fasi, had stubble on his chin, his eyes were swollen, and he seemed to have not slept for many days.

This sudden sense of urgency made Heimdall nervous involuntarily.

What's the big deal?But I haven't heard of any serious cases in any country, and there are no reports in newspapers or magazines.

Fassi threw away the quill, picked up the cup and drank a whole cup of tea in one go, put down the cup, wiped his face with his hand, pointed to the chair next to him and said, "Sit."

Heimdall sat down quickly.

"Is there a big case?" After exchanging pleasantries, he still couldn't help asking what he thought was the most reliable guess.

"No." Fassi waved his hand and laughed. "You will know after staying here for a long time. The upper echelons of the Wizarding Union don't like the comfort of the various departments. After a while, they will find a way to come up with a name for internal rectification. At this stage, it is just our turn to IW .”

Heimdall nodded suddenly, and quickly asked, "What do you need me to do?"

Fassi took out a notebook and asked Heimdall to sign it, which meant that he had reported the arrival of "retirement leave". Then he took out a set of wizard chess from the drawer and handed it to Heimdall.

"Yesterday, the rotating chief's office asked me to prepare a set of wizard chess for them. It's just right, so you can take it along the way."

Heimdall took it speechlessly, the whole IW is in dire straits, but the rotating chief office is waiting to play chess pieces? !

"Is there really no need for me to do anything?" Heimdall asked again unwillingly.

Fassi picked up the quill again and said with a smile, "Let's play wizard chess with grandparents, they will be very happy."

Heimdall took the wizard chess and walked out seemingly lonely.

"Sturluson." Fassi suddenly stopped him.

Heimdall turned around in surprise, "What's the matter?"

"We need to have enough patience to do our business. The most important thing is to understand what we are doing and position ourselves. Of course it is good to be eager to perform, but desire alone will not work. Everyone has opportunities. But this opportunity does not appear anytime and anywhere, and it is success if you try to catch him when it appears. Well, you go.”

Heimdall nodded stupidly, holding the chessboard, and left the supervision and inspection office with half understanding.

Val Martin, Fassi's subordinate, raised his panda eyes and said, "Can he understand that if he's so thoughtless?"

"Who knows." Fasi muttered nonchalantly. "Young people nowadays are too impetuous. They don't even know what they are doing in order to show themselves in a new way. In my opinion, except for you and Sturlusson among you newcomers, everyone else wants to be promoted and crazy, especially ..." The muttering stopped abruptly, and he revealed to Martin in a flustered manner, "I guess Hollingworth may want to replace that capable subordinate."

"Miss Felling's ability to work is very strong, Judge Hollingworth won't be dissatisfied?" Martin didn't quite believe it. Judge Hollingworth praised her in public a while ago, and it was quite remarkable to be affirmed by Hollingworth in public. grades.

"It's too late, that lady is a little too eager to show off. These days, because of the internal rectification of the Wizards Union, every department is so busy that it becomes commonplace to find other departments for support. Whenever there is a request for external support, Feilin It’s too obvious to just go out and perform non-stop, and other departments treat foreign aid as a routine, but you can’t send food to people there every day!” Faxi said meaningfully. "This guy from Hollingworth only looks at the final score, and the process can be ignored. If that lady is still so ignorant, she will still touch Hollingworth's bottom line, and that guy is not a fuel-efficient lamp. You don't know, come on The matter of taking credit for the first time was actually suppressed by Hollingworth for her."

Martin's eyes widened suddenly.

Fasi laughed, and said in a low voice: "Now you understand, you must be strict when working in our office, otherwise you won't know how to raise your braids."

Martin's surprise immediately turned into panic, "Then you still tell me?!"

Fassi laughed even louder.