HP's Foreign Land

"England lost." Carlo turned the "West Franks Wizard Morning Post" in his hand, facing everyone. The front page headline on it was the picture of England's defeat - the audience's stunned, crying and England as the referee announced the end of the game The dejection of the team members and so on, in stark contrast to these images is the lower part of the front page - the high spirits of the winning side and the small flags of the national flag in the auditorium.

"Let me see." Victor said.

Carlo passed the newspaper and picked up the spoon again.

"Who won the game?" Ryan asked.

"Transylvania," Victor said.

"How much is the score difference?"

"...380."

Ryan stuck out his tongue, one sided, lost completely.

Heimdall said with emotion, "The hometown of vampires is well-deserved." It's so cruel.

"Isn't your English friend going to be disappointed now?" said Ryan.

The England team scored 10 points in this game. It is more than disappointment, almost despair.

Heimdall told them about his friendship in England. They all knew Ron's name, and knew that he was fanatical about Quidditch, and they were even more confident in the performance of the England team this year.

"Don't worry, there is no comparison between Scotland and Ireland. No matter which team makes it to the final, the British can have the dream of being a champion!" Carlo gritted his teeth, but he refused to admit that he was jealous.

The valiant French team had a surprisingly miserable record this year. It was the first big upset that broke out this year. Eliminated, Uganda was later eliminated by Bulgaria.

Since the French team lost to Wales, the little fat man hated Britain. Carlo reluctantly admitted that the Bulgarian people helped the French people to avenge their revenge. As for Uganda, which really "helped" the French people... was chosen by the little fat man ignored.

Although Ryan likes broomsticks, he is not particularly interested in Quidditch, that is, he is willing to join in the fun. If he is alone, he will definitely not take the initiative to care.Austrian wizards are generally not very keen on this sport. I heard that Austrian wizards prefer gobstones and wizard chess, and Rian's wizard chess is good. Heimdall believes that among the people of the same age he knows, only Ron can play it. Compete with Ryan.

Leon's enthusiasm for Quidditch is lower than that of Ryan. The information he provided in the past has a high gold content. Peru in South America is indeed a Quidditch powerhouse, and it easily broke into the quarterfinals of this World Cup.It is true that Peruvian wizards like Quidditch, but what they like is the sport itself, not the competition, so Peru does not participate in every World Cup. As long as you pay attention to their participation records, it is not difficult to find that once Peru participates in the World Cup , can always squeeze into the top eight, in other words, their performance is relatively stable, the best result they have ever obtained is the runner-up, looking at the whole world, they are quite impressive results.

As for Heimdall, his fan base is Victor. Where Victor is, his attention will turn. Heimdall is currently a fake Bulgarian fan.

Therefore, among the four friends, only Carlo is really interested in Quidditch.

"England lost to Transylvania, and the latter successfully advanced to the semi-finals." Carlo happily discussed the next situation with Victor, a professional. "From your point of view, Scotland vs. Luxembourg, Peru vs. Ireland, Bulgaria vs. Egypt, which side has the better chance of winning these three games?"

"Bulgaria!" said Heimdall.

Carlo pretended not to hear.

"Bulgaria."

Carlo raised his eyebrows in patience.

"Bulgaria."

"It's so annoying, how many times do I have to say it!" Carlo was angry. "Icelanders please respect yourselves."

Heimdall pursed his lips in grievance, and fell silent.

Carlo turned to Victor and waited for a long time, but he didn't see any reaction from Victor. Carlo thought that Victor didn't pay attention to the question just now, so he repeated it. Victor was still the same and ignored him. Like not hearing anything.

Carlo suddenly came to his senses, and slapped the table vigorously with his hand, "I said what's going on! How come one nostril is venting? Don't you have such a common enemy? I said something about Rigg, what's the matter!"

Heimdall couldn't help laughing, and was the first to laugh.

Carlo immediately pointed at Victor and complained to Heimdall, "Old man, this is not acceptable, you have to take care of it, it's too embarrassing."

Victor couldn't help but smile when he heard this, "Scotland and Luxembourg, I think Scotland's advantage is more obvious, but since the start of the game, the performance of the Scottish team has always been out of shape. If they go on like this, there is no guarantee that they will not be killed by Luxembourg, so I guess Luxembourg. Peru and Ireland, I am more optimistic about Peru..."

"Why?" Carlo asked puzzled. "The performance of the Irish team is amazing, and there are wonderful moments in almost every game." Peru and Ireland are more optimistic about Ireland. Although Carlo has a deep "grievance" against the UK, his love for Quidditch is sincere. Yes, I won't smear others mindlessly, good is good.

"I like the way Peru plays," Victor said.

Carlo nodded, "Emotional evaluation." Then he said, "What about Bulgaria and Egypt?"

"Bulgaria, of course."

"I thought you'd be humble," Carlo said.

"Excessive modesty is pride." Heimdall "vented out of one nostril" again.

Carlo couldn't help slandering him, he was not proud enough to call himself a winner.

"Does the principal agree with you to go to England to watch the final?" Leon asked Heimdall.

"Agreed." Heimdall nodded. He had already written the matter into a letter and sent it to Finland. Heimdall thought, Dad should have received his letter.

***

British huts.

Harry had heard Ron wail a hundred, a thousand times, and it couldn't be separated from England's disappointing performance.

"I was still smacking my chest in the letter to guarantee that England would definitely make it to the finals. In the end, they didn't make it to the semi-finals. It's a shame!" Ron moaned while holding his head.

Harry comforted him, "You only mentioned England, so it's not shameful. The England team's prediction before the game was around the quarterfinals, and this result was within expectations. Sirius said before everyone met that this time England would win the game, and Wales would be top [-]." They didn't make it to the quarter-finals, England is in the quarter-finals, and now only Scotland and Ireland are left. After returning from watching the game yesterday, Sirius was so depressed that he didn't have much dinner."

After hearing this, Ron wondered, "Your godfather didn't even come down to eat lunch with us." Did the depression take a long time?

Harry said vaguely, "I received a letter in the morning, and I'm probably writing a reply in my room."

"Writing all morning?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, then said helplessly, "It's almost dinner time, he's been writing all day."

"Who are you writing it for? Do you want to write it for a day? It's too exaggerated!" Ron was speechless.

"Rig's dad."

"Oh..." Ron suddenly lost his voice and looked at the ceiling above his head.

That's right, Sirius Black received an express mail from Finland this morning from Rommel Sturluson. Sirius couldn't believe it at first, how could Sturluson give Write a letter yourself?After confirming the handwriting again and again, I am sure that I read it correctly.

He opened the envelope in bewilderment.

The content of the letter was very simple. At the beginning, it was a polite greeting. Fortunately, Rommel Strulusson did not seem to have the habit of talking nonsense. Sirius was quite satisfied with this. There was an invitation from Harry in the letter, expressing his sincere thanks to Sirius’ godson Harry for being willing to invite his son Rigg to England to watch the finals, and then expressing his regret in being unable to accompany his son due to busy work. , ended with polite words.

Rommel Strulusson's words were clean and neat, neither too reserved nor too ostentatious, and the fire was properly grasped, and he even took the opportunity to be sensational. Anyone with eyes can see that he is very fond of his son. How important Rieger is.

Sirius Black, his son's biological father, "plays" the godfather of his son's friend in the letter.

Sirius, who understood the close relationship, was extremely distressed, but there was nothing he could do about it, because the reality was like this.

Heimdall Sturlusson called Rommel Sturlusson Papa, which seemed to be quite fluent, and he called himself... Sirius looked back, it seemed to be "Mr. Black", and Sirius breathed a sigh of relief , he would rather Heimdall call himself Mr. Black, if Heimdall calls himself "uncleXXX"... Forgive him for imagining that.

Sirius took the letter and read it over and over several times, bouncing back and forth between replying and not replying.

After finally making up his mind and picking up the pen, he wasted countless stationery throughout the day, but he just couldn't write the reply letter he imagined. As for what the reply letter he imagined should look like, he couldn't even answer it himself.

Recalling the only few "confrontations" between him and Rommel Sturluson, Sirius deeply felt that he was being compared - as a father, his self-esteem did not allow him to admit other aspects besides this .

Sirius put away his pen, adjusted his mood, opened the door and walked out of the room, and saw Harry climbing up the crooked stairs.

"Written?" Harry was a little surprised to see him leave the room.

Sirius responded vaguely.

Harry understood immediately, "Didn't write it well?"

Being seen through by the godson all of a sudden, Sirius couldn't help feeling a little annoyed: "Stop writing!"

"That won't work," said Harry. "You can tell Mr. Stulusson our specific itinerary, such as when to pick up Rigg, when to go to watch the finals, how many days to stay there, etc., so that he can feel at ease."

"Haven't you and Heimdall already planned it?" Sirius disagreed.

"The correspondence between me and Rieger belongs to children, and adults should communicate with each other, because we are minors." Harry explained patiently. "Hermione will also come to the finals at that time. She and Ron planned it through letters early in the morning, but Mrs. Weasley still sent a letter to Hermione's parents, explaining the entire itinerary in detail. Hermione's parents know what's in their hearts, and at the same time, they can express their sincerity to each other."

Sirius laughed abruptly, making Harry bewildered.

"You know, your way of speaking is exactly the same as Lily's. James doesn't speak like that. He's as impatient as I am."

Harry sighed weakly.

Sirius stepped forward and gave Harry a big hug, "I see, thank you."

Harry was afraid that Sirius would misunderstand that he was unhappy, so he said immediately: "I'm not unhappy, I'm glad that I speak like my mother."

Sirius nodded, feeling a bit of melancholy in his heart, "You are the child of James and Lily, I can really feel this from you, believe me, I am also very happy, glad to see these qualities have been inherited by you. "

***

Heimdall arrived in England a week before the final. On the morning of his departure, he heard the news of Ireland's victory over Luxembourg through Carlo's "West Franck Wizard Morning".Previously, the Peruvian team, which Victor was optimistic about, did not perform well in the quarter-finals. After a fight that was destined to lose suspense at the beginning, they lost to the Irish team and watched their opponents move forward in the quarterfinals. forward.

The outstanding performance of the Irish team this year is really eye-opening. Looking back at their previous series of games, five rounds and six games are remarkable, but there are no bright spots that attract attention, until they rely on steady and steady tactics. In the finals, the wizards all over the world suddenly realized, and the British wizards were enlightened. It turned out that the Irish Quidditch team is so powerful.

Some wizards even analyzed that the performance of the Irish team has surpassed the England team, which had been considered to represent the highest level of British Quidditch before, and became the new representative of the UK.

If they beat Bulgaria in the final and win the World Cup, there is no doubt that the top spot will go to Ireland.

"Tell Krum to clean up Ireland. Don't be lenient. It must be very cool to slap them in front of the host!" Carlo grinned.

Heimdall rolled his eyes and said perfunctorily, "If I can meet him."

The final is just around the corner. Victor, who is the backbone of the team, set off two days earlier than Heimdall. Originally, Victor wanted Heimdall to stay with him, and to live and eat together when he arrived in the UK, but Heimdall had already I agreed to someone else's invitation, but had no choice but to give up.

"Remember to cheer for me." Before leaving, Victor made a request to Heimdall.

"Even if I am surrounded by the British, I will hold high the Bulgarian flag." Heimdall clenched his fist.

When he walked out of the gate of the castle, Carlo was still roaring from behind, "Tell Krum, we must teach Ireland a lesson!"

Heimdall didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and walked away muttering, "The French people please respect yourself."

***

According to what he and Harry had agreed in the letter, they would gather at Weasley's house, live in the shabby house for a few days, and then Mr. Weasley would lead them to the competition venue.Heimdall didn't agree with the plan to live in the shabby house at first. He was very aware of the embarrassment of the Weasley family's shabby house. The living space was small, and it was a bit difficult to make room for more than one guest.

As a result, Ron told Heimdall through Harry's letter not to worry about it. The space in their home has improved, and it is definitely much larger than when Heimdall came.

After the master said so, Heimdall didn't insist any longer, and readily agreed to go.

Heimdall saw the shabby house that seemed to be a circle larger than the original one, and saw the Weasley family, which was really a family. For the World Cup finals, all members of the family were present, including Bill and Charlie who were working in a foreign country. .

Mr. Weasley was still as good-natured as before, and Mrs. Weasley was still as hospitable as ever, and liked to give him a big hug as usual.

All the Weasleys came up in turn to welcome him. Heimdall also met Hermione. She also just arrived and greeted herself with a smile. The big cat in her hand was impressive. .As for Hermione, rather than focusing on Heimdall, she was more interested in the pod on Heimdall's shoulder, always squinting.

This time Heimdall not only brought pods, but also toffee to the UK.

At the suggestion of Mrs. Weasley, Heimdall put the toffee in the garden. Ginny was very rare for the fluffy toffee, and she wanted to touch it but was afraid, and she wandered around the gate of the yard uncertainly. idea.

Hermione's pet cat, Crookshanks, couldn't stay idle either, and jumped straight into the garden as soon as she let go of her hand. The goblins in the garden were chased by Crookshanks and ran all over the garden chattering.Toffee dozed off by the fence, the Chimera is the top of the magical animal food chain, and the goblin would rather risk being caught by Crookshanks on the way to escape, but also to go around Toffee , didn't even dare to run in front of the toffee.

This kind of escape route brings more fun to Crookshanks. Crookshanks is no better than wild goblins. A pet cat that is squished by something, like Sigma, has no concept of the danger of Chimeras. Therefore, Hermione's pet cat is impressed by the toffee that does not compete with itself for fun but adds fun to itself invisibly Quite good, but he is not interested in pods that look like the same kind. Even if the pods stick close to it and pass in front of it, Crookshanks does not move his eyes, which makes Hermione very disappointed. It fell through before it came out.

Heimdall sat down at the kitchen table. At this time, the Weasleys were talking about the World Cup. Heimdall drank the drink Mrs. Weasley handed him, looked around, and wondered, "Harry What? Is he not here yet?"

"... long ago," said Mrs. Weasley.

Heimdall noticed that she paused slightly before answering, why?

Just when he was puzzled by this, Harry ran down the stairs and saw Heimdall immediately greeted him with a smile on his face, "You are here!"

"Hello, Harry." Heimdall stood up and nodded with a smile.

Harry sat down beside him.

Mrs. Weasley poured Harry a drink, then turned to look at the stairs. After waiting for a long time, there was still no movement there. Mrs. Weasley sighed softly, shook her head helplessly, and walked back to the sink. Prepare dinner.