HP's Foreign Land

Victor lay on the sofa with his eyes closed, and Heimdall was "supervising" beside him. The three bachelors saw that he seemed to be doing nothing, so they leaned over to chat with him. The three bachelors could speak English, although not to a high level, but better than Heimdall This Bulgarian is more than twice as illiterate, and if he can't speak clearly, he gestures twice with his hands, at least communication is not a problem.

Heimdall finally got acquainted with them, but it was a pity that he didn't have time to find a common language, so he went upstairs and talked about body art.

The three bachelors all thought that they had rich experience and knowledge in body art, and talked and talked with high spirits. The more Heimdall heard it, the more he frowned. Did they fool themselves as ignorant children?Immediately snatched the magazine, and expressed his opinion with reference to the art photos in the magazine, and the summed up content was consistent, and the three bachelors were taken aback by what he said.

Later it evolved into teacher Heimdall's body art lectures.

A certain boyfriend who was asleep couldn't help but laugh.

In terms of appreciation of body art, even Duncan, who is a practical player, is no match for Heimdall, and the difference between the three fantasy players is more than one trick.

Victor's doze is over, and Heimdall's lecture is also announced to be over. The three bachelors are still unsatisfied, and they encourage the teacher to delay the class, but the teacher flatly rejects the students' request.

Because the family members have returned in pairs, and the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria also arrived at the same time.

This is the first time that Heimdall saw Nell's husband with his own eyes. The Minister of Magic of Bulgaria looks younger than his actual age. If he hadn't known that he was nearly fifty years old, Heimdall would have thought he was at most 35 or [-] years old. .

The former Italian Minister of Magic La Carlini, the judges of the International Wizengamot, and his father Rommel, etc., it seems that men who are in politics are quite good at maintenance, and their face and age are not on the same starting line.

Heimdall knew that it would be inappropriate for him to stay any longer. The Minister of Magic came to the scene to give guidance, and there must be a pre-match mobilization meeting next.Heimdall glanced at Victor. Victor was also a sensible person. He greeted the surroundings and led Heimdall out of the lounge of the Bulgarian national team.

Afterwards, the members of the national team who came in looked at Heimdall curiously, and gave him friendly smiles one after another. No one was particularly surprised, they all knew Heimdall's identity.

Victor took him into the room next to the national team's lounge. It was almost dusk at this time, and all the magic restrictions were lifted. The audience no longer had to endure many inconveniences, and the major camping areas suddenly became commotion.Although Heimdall can't see the outside situation now, he can imagine the scene of the camp in full swing and full of laughter.

The posters hanging all over the corridor came alive as if they had been powered by batteries. Just like the two teams competing for the championship today, the posters were not far behind. On the opposite wall of the corridor, the Bulgarian national emblem composed of three lions roared like the king of beasts. Musical instruments and animals, music and roars were intertwined noisyly. into the next room.

Behind the door is a sea of ​​pink, and the decoration style is full of femininity and softness. Heimdall almost lost his composure. If Victor hadn't pulled him, he would definitely turn around and run away.

There were a group of ladies chatting and laughing in the room, their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Victor and Heimdall, and the lady who opened the door welcomed them in.

The women stared straight at Heimdall, making Heimdall's scalp numb and his eyes wandering all over the place, not knowing where to land.

The ladies, keenly aware of his discomfort, laughed.

"Please take care of him." Victor let go of Heimdall's hand.

Heimdall found himself a child who was sent to kindergarten by adults. Although he couldn't understand, Victor's tone of voice was like his own father's, but there seemed to be too many "kindergarten teachers"...

"You will follow them later, and you will sit wherever they sit." Victor asked repeatedly before leaving.

Look, more like dad.

Heimdall nodded vigorously, and Victor kept silent. Heimdall raised his eyes in surprise, his face was held by Victor, and his lips were held at the same time, until his tongue was painful and numb. Opening his mouth, a trace of saliva flowed from the corner of Heimdall's mouth.

"Brother, you are really nervous today." Heimdall wiped his mouth with his hand, and finally saw the trick. If you want to blame this guy, he is too good at pretending. It seems that he is good at keeping calm. Heimdall was once Been fooled several times.

"Come on for me." Victor didn't deny it.

"Definitely." Heimdall gave his cheeks two hard smacks, and ordered, "Go!"

Victor smiled, turned and left the room.

Heimdall took his eyes away from the door, and was surrounded by a group of women in the next second, who smiled at him ambiguously, and Heimdall touched his nose in embarrassment.

Victor had installed him in the wives of the Bulgarian national team. Looking at these ladies with friendly smiles on their faces, Heimdall was amazed.

Not all of these ladies can speak English. They selected the one who spoke the best English to communicate with Heimdall, and asked a lot of questions, some of which were really dumbfounding, until someone came to inform them that the audience could After entering the arena, he reluctantly let Heimdall go.

Heimdall breathed a sigh of relief, no wonder he said "three women in one play", a group of women is a Spring Festival Gala.

"Put this on." The leader of the wives group, the wife of the captain of the Bulgarian national team responsible for communicating with Heimdall, handed over a scarf with a red background.

The edge of the scarf is rolled with three-color silk satin of the Bulgarian flag, and a golden lion is embroidered on both ends. The lion strolls on the scarf with an elegant and calm posture, and the temperament of the king of beasts without anger is fully demonstrated.

"It's so beautiful." Heimdall murmured praise while wrapping the scarf around his neck.

The captain's wife smiled, "Thank you."

Each of the wives in the scarf group has a scarf. Since Bulgaria qualified for the official World Cup, this group of ladies began to conceive patterns and then knit them by hand, that is, each scarf they brought was woven by themselves.Heimdall didn't know this at all, and even if he knew, he wouldn't know how to do it. His scarf was made by the captain's wife. Heimdall was embarrassed when he found out, and thanked her again and again.

***

The colorful lights complement each other, and the whole arena is like daytime. Fireworks are blooming in the sky, and a large number of spectators pour into the arena.

The Quidditch World Cup is an immortal event in the wizarding world. You may not like it, but you must take it seriously.

These words came from the mouth of the first president of the International Quidditch Federation, and it is a true portrayal of the Quidditch World Cup in the wizarding world today.Fans will definitely find ways to watch the World Cup finals, and wizards who come to watch the World Cup finals are not necessarily fans.

The Bulgarian Ministry of Magic attaches great importance to the wags, and applied to the British Ministry of Magic for a seat dedicated to the wags early in the morning. It is said that this has caused a headache for the British Ministry of Magic for a while. The attitude of the Bulgarian Minister of Magic is quite tough and does not accept the second option.

The number of VIP seats in the arena is quite limited, and the design will be based on the number of dignitaries present that day. Adding chairs to a certain party will inevitably subtract from other places. The British Ministry of Magic does not want to offend any party. How? Checks and balances, let them take pains.

The Bulgarian Minister of Magic didn't care about this, and the British Ministry of Magic finally met his request, and that was enough.

Heimdall followed the group of ladies and continued to climb up the stairs. When they reached the second floor, under the guidance of a sharp-eyed lady, they saw a staff member talking to a child impatiently not far away. Looking at something, the child lowered her head, her two small hands tightly grasping the hem of the skirt, although she couldn't see her expression clearly, it could be seen from her movements how scared and nervous she was at the moment.

The staff became more and more impatient, and no matter what she said to her, she just didn't speak, and she didn't even respond.

Vanessa? !

Heimdall recognized the child immediately, and hurriedly explained to the captain's wife, left the wives group, and walked quickly in that direction.

"Vanessa?" Heimdall tried to shout after approaching.

Vanessa raised her head abruptly. When she saw Heimdall, she froze for a moment, then she pursed her lips, rushed over and hugged his leg forcefully, and buried her little face again.

Heimdall didn't say anything, just patted her head.

The staff were relieved.

Heimdall and the staff introduced Duncan's situation in detail - the spectators who came to watch the game all entered by ticket, and the staff could find the person according to the seat number. Heimdall asked the staff to send someone to say something quickly. Discovering that Vanessa was missing, Duncan might be so anxious.

The staff wanted to take the child away and send it to Duncan, but Vanessa remained motionless, and the hands holding Heimdall's pants were turning white.

Heimdall and the staff could not help but smile at each other, seeing each other's helplessness.

The staff left. Heimdall patted Vanessa on the head to let her go, then picked her up and walked towards the stairs. He was surprised to find that the ladies were still there, and everyone was waiting for him. Heimdall said sorry, Mrs. They didn't take offense, and looked at Vanessa curiously, and continued to walk up together.

***

The VIP seats are worthy of its title of VIP seats. The cushions are fluffy and soft, and the colors are beautiful. The patterns on them are all embroidered with gold thread. Looking at the lifelike golden lion on the backrest, Heimdall couldn't help but "rape" several times with his hands. Next, probably because his expression was too deep and vivid, Vanessa imitated him and touched the lion.

Heimdall yelled that it was not good, grabbed Vanessa's hand that was still rubbing the back of the chair, sat upright on the chair, put Vanessa on his lap, and took advantage of the overlapping figures of the two to hold the back of the chair. The pattern is covered.

"We didn't do anything just now, and we didn't see anything, remember?" Heimdall whispered "confession" with Vanessa.

Vanessa looked dazed.

Heimdall said: "There may be something wrong with the lion on the back of the chair. You and I know this. If it is really broken, you have to pretend you don't know anything."

Vanessa blinked a few times and nodded vigorously.

"Good boy!" Heimdall praised, and then took out an opal necklace from his pocket and hung it around Vanessa's neck, "I know you like my scarf, but the problem is that I like it too. You have this necklace as a keepsake."

This necklace is a limited edition, much more jeweled than the mass goods that the little fans received during the day.

Vanessa carefully held the opal pendant on the necklace with her hands, her big blue eyes sparkled with pleasure.

"I can't see as clearly as my father here." The crisp child's voice sounded out abruptly, as if deliberately turned up the volume, and he spoke English more fluently than the captain's wife.

The attention of the ladies was attracted. A staff member came leading a five or six-year-old girl. The little girl was wearing a red children's wizard robe, with roses embroidered on the cuffs and neckline that bloomed and closed. , chocolate-colored hair combed into a bunch of ponytails, hanging behind the head, a lifelike elf-shaped decoration is strung on the hair rope, I don’t know what kind of gemstones are inlaid, under the light of the light, the whole decoration will flash A flash of colorful light is very eye-catching.

The little girl was dressed up like a person in a painting, and Vanessa forgot to blink when she saw it.

Most of the wives knew the little girl and greeted her with a smile. The little girl didn't call out, but just nodded at them, her attitude was very arrogant.

The careful captain's wife told Heimdall, "That's the only daughter of the Bulgarian Minister of Magic."

Heimdall nodded suddenly, thinking of the subtle change in Neil's expression when she inadvertently mentioned her stepdaughter, it was not difficult to guess that the old and female Minister of Magic must be very fond of her only daughter.

The staff left after delivering the person. Miss Qianjin was taken care of by the captain's wife. The Bulgarian Minister of Magic had discussed it with the wives from the very beginning. On an occasion like today, it is impossible for him as a minister to always bring his daughter by his side.

Miss Qianjin sat down next to the captain's wife. When she found Vanessa, who was obviously younger than her, she immediately cast a curious look. Vanessa quickly lowered her head after noticing Miss Qianjin's gaze.

[Why did you suddenly bring the child with you? ]

Heimdall was shocked, and Vanessa, who was sitting on his lap, gave him a strange look, and Heimdall smiled peacefully.

【Where did you wander off again... You didn't eat the whole pack of Pepper Boy, did you? 】This cat disappeared after getting the little pepper urchin from the cottage. It must have nested somewhere to eat secretly. Only this habit is like a feline.

[That stuff is as bad as hell, far worse than Honeydukes' peppery urchin. ] Pod complained confidently.

Heimdall had a bad feeling, "So?"

[What else, of course lost! ]

Heimdall's eyes went dark, 72 silver Sickles...

Vanessa stared blankly at the pods that came out of nowhere, and the pods jumped onto the back of the chair in style, seemingly dismissive of the children's attention.

Heimdall couldn't help but laugh, the cat is still showing off.

"Mr. Sturlusson?" At the entrance to this seat, a staff member of the British Ministry of Magic waved to Heimdall. It was the gentleman who picked up Vanessa just now.

Heimdall got up, let Vanessa sit on the chair by herself, walked over to chat with the staff, and as expected, the staff brought Duncan's message.

The staff member babbled and babbled about some things for a long time. Heimdall guessed that his work today might be too boring. Unexpectedly, the staff member stopped chattering suddenly and motioned Heimdall to look back. Heimdall turned his head, Seeing Miss Qianjin pulling the necklace around Vanessa's neck with brute force, Vanessa shrank into the chair while desperately covering the opal pendant with her hands, with tears running down her face, looking very panicked.

The captain's wife didn't dare to do anything, she kept trying to persuade Miss Qianjin to stop, but the little girl's savage temper came up, and she couldn't listen to anyone's words.

"I just want to see it, show it to me!" Miss Qian Jin didn't understand Vanessa's behavior, let alone her crying inexplicably.

Heimdall stepped forward quickly, and patted Miss Qianjin's hand, "You can't grab it even if you want to see it."

Miss Qianjin didn't move, but she didn't let go, she stared hard at Heimdall, and Heimdall looked back without changing his expression.

"I'm going to tell my father!" Miss Qianjin's intimidation was very poor, and it was nothing more than her father.

"Sorry, I'm not Bulgarian, your father can't control me."

Miss Qianjin was at a loss, unable to understand the meaning of Heimdall's words.

At this moment, Doudou suddenly jumped down from the back of the chair, and went straight to Miss Qianjin. Miss Qianjin screamed "Ah", let go of her hand, and sat down on the ground in embarrassment, looking at Luo Pods leisurely grooming on the arm of a chair.

Miss Qianjin's mouth shrunk, her eye circles were red, but she was brave enough not to cry. She pushed away the hand extended by the captain's wife, rubbed her red eyes vigorously, and stood up.

If he hadn't just seen her domineering temperament, Heimdall really wanted to praise her a few words.

As soon as the necklace was loosened, Vanessa immediately curled up on the chair, covered the necklace tightly, and sobbed silently.

Heimdall sat on the edge of the chair and touched her head. Vanessa remained motionless, and Heimdall patiently patted her back. After a while, Vanessa finally raised her teary face and threw herself into the In Heimdall's arms.

"Okay, okay, it's all right." Heimdall hugged her and comforted her softly.

Miss Qianjin, who was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, thinks it is not surprising that Vanessa makes a big fuss, but Heimdall understands Vanessa's reaction quite well. It can be said that he felt the same way in the past, and he was more cautious because he had too little cherish.

Miss Qianjin looked at the big one and the young one hugging each other, coupled with the disapproving gazes cast on her by the people around her, she felt very wronged, as if... as if she had become a bad person.

Miss Qianjin took a big step forward, stood by the chair and stared at Vanessa, who buried her face in Heimdall's chest, without even looking at her.

Miss Qianjin gritted her teeth when she saw it, pulled out the hair tie, and the ponytail immediately came loose.

"I'll trade you this!" She handed Vanessa the dainty and beautiful pixie headband.

The densely packed multicolored gemstones on the headband almost dazzled Heimdall's eyes, and Heimdall was speechless. This thing is much more valuable than the opal necklace.

Vanessa was unmoved and didn't even turn her head. Heimdall sighed in his heart. This child is really "mighty and unyielding, poor and humble". If it was him, he would change it without saying a word!

"Add this!" Miss Qianjin pulled out a ring of the same style as the headband from her finger.

Vanessa still ignored her, her two little hands clenched even tighter, and shrank into Heimdall's arms.

Miss Qianjin was crying, and this time she was really crying, crying incessantly.

Heimdall was dumbfounded.

The captain's wife wanted to hug her, but was pushed away again.

Heimdall didn't say anything to comfort her. After thinking for a while, he took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears. Miss Qianjin took the handkerchief and blew her nose. After blowing, she grabbed the handkerchief and continued howling.

Heimdall looked at his handkerchief and thought, forget it, don't expect to get it back.

then.

The 440th [-]nd Quidditch World Cup finals kicked off with the wailing of the daughter of the Bulgarian Minister of Magic...