HP's Foreign Land

"You won't hold each other back?" Heimdall asked Victor curiously, such as "adding oil and vinegar" to each other's meals...

"How is it possible?" Victor replied solemnly. "The food, water, and daily necessities for the members of the two teams are all provided by the British Ministry of Magic, and we don't intervene."

In other words, if you can intervene, it doesn't rule out the possibility of stumbling?Heimdall's expression became very deep.

The Irish audience couldn't accept the reality and used sleep to paralyze themselves, but the Irish national team looked like nothing happened, chatting by the huge bonfire next to the green camping area. Although they didn't have the crazy right to celebrate the victory, it wasn't like the sky fell. sad face.

The psychological quality of the Irish team is excellent, and they are all big-game players who can get up after falling. Just because they smiled at the camping neighbor Bulgaria team, it is already quite remarkable.

Heimdall secretly gave a thumbs up.

The captain of the Bulgarian national team yelled something, and the captain of the Irish team smiled and gestured with him. Under the leadership of the captain, the Bulgarian players and the Irish players met by the bonfire, creating a happy and harmonious scene.

Heimdall finds this phenomenon very interesting.

The two teams represent the highest level of Quidditch from two countries. After the rendezvous, no one talked about today's final, not even Quidditch.

He can't understand either Bulgarian or Gaelic, but the two teams speak English when they communicate, whether it's standard or not, at least there's no need to guess, guess, guess, Heimdall first This time I had the urge to thank the British organizers.

Aidan Lynch, the Seeker of the Irish team, came over and slapped Victor on the shoulder, "You guys are so uninteresting, you come up with a bad idea, we all fell into your trap .”

(PS: I have seen three translations so far, Lin Ke, Lynch or Lin Qi, I don’t know which translated Lin Ke... No matter, it’s Aidan Lynch anyway, Sogou Pinyin defaults to Lynch, we will use Lynch up.)

He even fooled his own people, there is really no need for the Irish team to get entangled.

"I wanted you to fall into a trap." Victor did not shy away, and admitted directly. "If you miss, I'll stand here and beat you on the shoulder to vent my anger."

A wizard who can be an ace generally has a high level of self-cultivation, at least on the surface. Lynch did not show any anger when he heard Victor's unkind words. He smiled and thumped Victor's shoulder again. But this time the force was more real, and Victor, who was motionless, fell backwards.

"Would you like to have a glass of authentic Irish whiskey?" Lynch glanced at Heimdall who remained silent. "You can bring a family member to taste for free, and more than one will be charged per person."

Heimdall laughed, this Lynch is quite interesting.

"Don't laugh, I'm serious." Lynch was afraid that Heimdall would think he was joking. "I'm at a disadvantage when there are too many people."

Heimdall didn't know, so Victor told him, "He opened a bar last year, which is to advertise his store."

Lynch quit, and the two of them babbled in words he couldn't understand in front of him, which felt bad, "What are you talking about? You must speak English in the UK!"

Victor despised, "Don't tell me that the people on your team speak all in English."

These two seem to have a good relationship... Heimdall thought hesitantly, there was no tension, nor was it hypocrisy, and they were not particularly warm, but they didn't pretend to be familiar either, which felt quite natural.

Lynch took two small bottles from the shelf next to the campfire and stuffed them in their hands. It was said that they contained authentic Irish whiskey.Heimdall searched the bottle for a long time but couldn't find the name of the wine. There were only words such as [Aidan Lynch's Bar] painted with multicolored crayons. Because it was in English, he could recognize it.This Irish ace is very smart, and knows how to use his influence to open a store, which can save a lot of publicity costs.

"The design of the brand is very eye-catching." Heimdall reciprocated and picked up the nice words.

"You have a good eye, my niece drew it." Lynch was beaming.

Victor heard him say that Heimdall has a good eye... There was a meaningful silence.

He rarely heard people praise him for his good eyesight, and Heimdall couldn't help but smile.

In short, both of them gained spiritual satisfaction through a brief conversation.

"You don't know how uninterested he is!" Lynch felt as if he hadn't seen each other late, and pulled Heimdall to pour out his bitterness. "I asked him to go to my store for a while, but he refused. He shamelessly asked me for an appearance fee. I have never seen such a shameless person. Do you know how much he asked me for an appearance fee? Thirty thousand Galleons! Just kidding! I was the spokesperson for Honey Dukes for three seasons before I got [-]. After half a month of hard work on the poster, the boss of Honey Dukes just nodded and approved. This shameless person is sitting in my shop One morning, eat my food and drink mine, and I have to pay him thirty thousand?!"

It can be seen that Lynch's resentment is not ordinary.

"Sweep asked me to endorse their broom for a single product, but I didn't agree." Victor remained calm.

Lynch let out a sigh of relief, "You are proud now, if Sweep wants to invite you again, you will have to re-evaluate your worth."

The benefits brought by Bulgaria's victory are bound to form a chain reaction. For the country, the team, and the individual, the benefits are inexhaustible, at least until the next World Cup.

Except for occasionally helping Heimdall to shoot posters for the Cloud Broom Company, Victor has not signed a formal advertising contract with any manufacturer. Although many manufacturers have approached him before, most of them are unknown. Brands, leading companies with real appeal have been holding back for a long time. Perhaps in the eyes of these big bosses, Victor’s popularity is not as high as that of the first-line big names. With the Bulgarian team winning the world championship today, this kind of wait and see, The pattern of undercurrents is like the darkness before dawn, about to turn a new page in the morning light of dawn.

It is impossible to say that Lynch is not envious or jealous, but the Irish ace mentality is better grasped, and athletes have limited sports careers. Instead of wasting energy on negative emotions, it is better to find ways to make more money while they are young.

Lynch sighed to himself, and suddenly heard Heimdall who didn't say a word ask Victor, "Why did you ask him for [-]? Why not [-]? [-]?"

Lynch was stunned for a moment, why was he still struggling with the last topic, and the way he was struggling really made him want to vomit blood?Do you look like Gringotts Wizarding Bank?

"Be kind and honest."

As soon as Victor spoke, Lynch spat out a mouthful of blood.

Lynch struggled to stand up straight. It wasn't that the family didn't want to join the family. The two were so in love with Shameless, "Bullying me is lonely and I don't have the support of my family. Showing off is definitely showing off naked! Don't bring such a bully!"

"It's okay, brother, we're all alone together." It was none other than the three bachelors of the Bulgarian team who ran over to hook up with Lynch.

"People with family members are not welcome here, go and go!" The four put on the same face, tacitly understanding like quadruplets.

Exactly what I want.If Heimdall and Lynch hadn't talked speculatively, Victor would not have wanted to stay, and immediately followed suit, ready to drag his family members away.

Out of the corner of Heimdall's eyes, he glanced to the other side of the bonfire, and saw the captain of the Bulgarian team hugging a strange woman walking slowly. Heimdall blinked his eyes, thinking that he was wrong. It doesn't even look like the captain's wife, remembering the knowledge I learned during the training in the International Police Corps... the captain's wife is a disguise magus?

The three bachelors put an end to Heimdall's wild thoughts, "That woman is the captain's girlfriend."

Heimdall did not ask in a daze, "Doesn't he have a wife?" After a moment of silence, he sighed, "It's no wonder that men with good wives and loving mothers will have an affair eight or nine times out of ten. This statement is very well-founded." If it hadn't been confirmed with his own eyes A person cannot be judged by his appearance, and Heimdall will firmly believe that the captain of the Bulgarian national team has the face of a new and good man.

The three bachelors looked at each other, Victor couldn't help but laugh, this is the captain's family business, they are not easy to comment, no one said anything, and men are especially easy to tolerate and understand each other when it comes to gender issues.

Lynch thought, how old is this Stuluson this year?I remember that it was said in the gossip weekly that she was about fourteen, and she looked young, so why did she sound old-fashioned when she spoke?

"As expected of a teacher, he is insightful." The three bachelors gave thumbs up while touting.

"What teacher?" Lynch asked.

Heimdall pretended not to hear, Victor took the opportunity to hold Heimdall to say goodbye, and the two passed through the players who were drinking with the Irish team, and got into the camping area of ​​the Bulgarian national team.

"Evaluating sex over friends is worthy of my generation's in-depth study." A bachelor is filled with emotion.

"I can't figure it out. If I am so humorous and handsome, no one cares about it. Why is that guy who puts on a dead face every day and doesn't know how to be humorous? He is destined to spend his whole life as a teenager?" Another bachelor thought about it and felt that the sky was unfair.

The third bachelor didn't say anything and sighed heavily.

Then there was another sigh, and the three bachelors froze for a moment, then turned their heads to look, and saw Lynch also looked disappointed and lonely.

"By the way, I remember now." With the sudden cry of the big bachelor, the second bachelor and the third bachelor suddenly realized.

In the next second, Lynch was kicked out by them shouting and killing.

The three bachelors also thought of last week's gossip magazine. There was a report that Aidan Lynch kicked off his rich girlfriend at the beginning of the month and turned back into a diamond king.

"This fake bachelor is too shameless, polluting our pure team." The big bachelor complained.

The other two condemned and expressed their indignation.

Although they looked righteous and awe-inspiring, the three bachelors were not usually envious.

Aidan Lynch is a wonderful "little boy" in the European Quidditch world. For some unknown reason, he is particularly attractive to rich women. The girlfriends he makes are richer than the other, and his age also rises with his personal assets. It is said that the girlfriend who was just dumped was 16 years older than him.

The Irish ace is actually quite painful. Why do old women always want to keep him?Could it be that "seeking support" was written on his handsome face?Where is the young cutie?

Lynch looked up at the starry sky, his eyes blurred...

***

Victor’s tent is relatively at the back, and a few meters behind the tent is a dense forest, which is remote and quiet. It is said that during the day, when you leave the tent for a period of time, you can enjoy the shade under the shade without moving the ground. The location is suitable for rest and recuperation.Victor generally doesn't like to be disturbed when he sleeps.

According to the arrangement of these tents, we can roughly see the personality characteristics of each team member, such as the enthusiastic and unrestrained ones who like to move forward, the dark and withdrawn ones who like cats behind others...

The members of the Bulgarian national team were treated well. There was a tent for each person, and the interior was quite spacious with three bedrooms and two living rooms. Although it was not as luxurious as the tent of Black’s house, it was superior in its reasonable layout, exquisite decoration, and full of strong hometown flavor.

"My mother wove it." Viktor explained, noticing that Heimdall was staring at the tapestry on the wall as tall as a person.

The tapestry uses bold, gorgeous and eye-catching colors, and uses a relatively abstract composition with simple and clear lines. The villain, who is about five points like Victor, is flying all over the tapestry on a broom, which is lively and very interesting.

Heimdall found a tapestry with a similar composition hanging on the opposite wall. The little blond figure in the center of the picture was waving a magic wand, and colorful light spots sprayed from the tip of the wand. Sugar and Oral were also woven into the blanket, and from time to time they would emerge from corners, jumping, running, or flying.

"Is that me?" Heimdall pointed to the blond figure on the tapestry.

"Yes." Victor looked at Heimdall's expression and smiled, "Do you like it?"

Heimdall nodded, "Can I hang it in the bedroom?"

Victor said, "Don't you think two tapestries would be better together? They're a pair."

Heimdall looked at Victor's picture and then at his own, seemingly in a dilemma.

He still hesitated.Victor's face was a little dark.

"There is no place to hang two pieces side by side in the dormitory. You can't hang yours on Leon's side, right?" Illegal occupation of the wall is wrong.

Victor quietly breathed a sigh of relief, so that was what he meant.

"Then let's hang the Goblin Hotel, it can just decorate my bedroom." Victor said.

Heimdall thought about it, but didn't object.

"I'm going to take a shower and cook for you later, are you hungry?" Victor quickly took off his long-sleeved sweater and threw it on the sofa.

"Hungry." Heimdall looked at Victor's figure heading for the bathroom, and said, "Do you need to wipe your back for you?"

Victor's hand had already touched the doorknob of the bathroom, but after hearing this, he turned around abruptly, walked back aggressively, grabbed his arm and walked towards the bathroom, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Heimdall laughed dumbfounded.

***

Field trips should be convenient and fast. It would be nice to have a place to wash and wash in the tent, which is also possible in the wizarding world. When Muggles travel, especially in the deep mountains and old forests, which one is not defecating everywhere? Do as the Romans do with the animals and get close to the green life.

Therefore, the bathroom in Victor’s tent is not very big. The doors of the two rooms face each other. The door on the left is the toilet, and the one on the right is used for washing.

Pushing the door open, the washroom is about four or five square meters. There is a mini basin, which is matched with a small oval mirror hanging on the wall above the basin. Opposite the basin is a small semicircular bathtub. There is a shower head hanging above the bathtub, which is so convenient that there is no shower curtain installed.

Victor quickly took off his clothes and stood in. The water was sprinkled densely from the lotus seed-like holes, which was more sensitive than a Muggle sensor device, and the water temperature was still moderately high.

Heimdall left his shoes and socks outside the door, raised his trouser legs, rolled up his sleeves, took the long-handled wooden brush hanging behind the door, stood outside the bathtub, rubbed some soap on the brush, and held up the long-handled wooden brush Brush up and down vigorously behind Victor's back.

After quickly washing his hair, Victor wiped his face, turned around and said dumbfoundedly, "You're washing a horse!"

Heimdall looked evasive, "Don't spray my clothes wet."

Victor squinted his eyes, and Heimdall yelled that something was wrong, but unfortunately, his reaction speed was far behind that of a world-renowned Seeker, and he was dragged back by a wet hand protruding from the water.

Heimdall yelled, "My sweater! Sweater!" The brush in his hand fell to the ground.

"Just dry it." Victor dragged him into the small bathtub.

"Will it shrink?" Heimdall felt that this question was very important.

"……do not know."

"This is the sweater your mother knitted!" Heimdall was very opinionated.

"Why do I need to know if a sweater my mother knits will shrink?"

Heimdall was stunned by the question.

Victor took the opportunity to take off the wet sweater on his body, and saw that the white silk shirt soaked with moisture was tightly attached to Heimdall's body like a second skin, and the nipples on both sides were clearly visible.

Victor couldn't help fiddled with them with his hands, lowered his head and eagerly searched Heimdall's lips, and hot water poured down on their faces and bodies like a torrential rain...

(PS: The song of the river crab sang to Shenzhou, [-] words are omitted below. And PS: The table is important, I didn’t make it to the last step, I have a sense of proportion.)