HP's Foreign Land

Surrounded by the complex eyes of many people, the fourth contestant walked into the door full of question marks and anxiety.Officials from the British Ministry of Magic followed closely behind. Dumbledore hurriedly announced the end of the banquet—dismissed the stunned students on the spot, and entered the door. Snape looked at each other, got up and followed.

Madam Maxim winked at the students below, telling them to do what they were supposed to do step by step, and then pushed the door open with heavy eyes.

Hearing the sound of "pong", Karkaroff slapped the desk, Katenin stood up and patted him on the shoulder, Karkaroff took a deep breath, and rushed into the door with an unfriendly expression.Katenin sat down again and continued to taste the black Russian tea that the house elf had prepared for him, as if it had nothing to do with him.

The attitude of the leader often infects the subordinates immediately. Seeing Professor Katenen’s calm posture, all the students in Durmstrand gradually subsided all their negative emotions, and began to try to look at this "no" with a calm attitude. Fair” selection results.

Carlo frowned, "How did he get past that age group?"

During this period of time, the students of Hogwarts have spent a lot of time in order to cross this circle. It can be said that there are a lot of tricks and tricks. Carrow was fortunate to witness it time and time again, and the German students also witnessed Dumbledore time and time again. How clever the professor's magic is.

"Just find a student over the age of 17 to help vote in." Rian muttered with his chin propped on his hand.

The students nodded in agreement with this statement.

"It's not that simple." Heimdall shook his head.

Leon agreed with his roommate, "Putting in your name doesn't mean you will be selected. If it's that simple, the 17-year-old age limit is useless, and anyone who doesn't meet the standard can sign up. The Goblet of Fire must have been cast by a very clever wizard." In the first Triwizard Tournament, one person from each of the three schools was cast, and it has been practiced like this for so many years, but this time the Goblet of Fire spit out the fourth piece of parchment, which is very telling."

Heimdall was amazed, "This wizard who manipulated the Goblet of Fire is really powerful. Professor Dumbledore's magic is obvious to all. I really don't know how he did it."

No matter what, if you are selected, you have to participate, and Harry Potter's spot cannot escape.

"The principal must be very angry." A sixth-grade brother expressed his feelings.

The other students looked towards the wooden door following the brother's gaze. Of course, people outside couldn't see anything.They could foresee that Principal Karkaroff would definitely make a big fuss. It would be great if the quarrel came to fruition, but if the quarrel didn’t work out...everyone, look at me and look at you. A fifth-grade brother suddenly covered his face and wept——

"What are you going to do next month's exam!"

No one complained about his jumping thinking, because everyone is a small cabbage in an acre of land.For the German school team, Krum was selected anyway, what cheating, what fourth player, where did they have the American time to struggle.In terms of long-term and sustainable development, the so-called Triwizard Tournament held every five years is far inferior to the graduation certificate of Durmstrang College and the hard-to-buy recommendation letter.

Carlo flipped through the notebook, and then said to Heimdall: "Look at the expressions of the Hogwarts students, tsk tsk tsk, Potter is going to have a hard time."

Heimdall, who was busy looking at his shadow and pitying himself, stretched his neck and scanned around. Not to mention the other three colleges, the internal conflicts in Gryffindor alone were enough to keep him busy for a while, Heimdall felt Ron's expression looked negative.

The first project will start at the end of November, I hope everything goes well for him, Heimdall thought in his heart, but after a while, he was immersed in the shadow of the monthly exam.

***

The auditorium outside was empty when the wooden door opened again, and the Goblet of Fire was put back into the jewel case and brought back by Ministry of Magic officials for safekeeping.Four contestants, professors, and officials filed out, all with blank expressions and different thoughts.Although after some debate, Porter's selection as a player was a foregone conclusion, it was quite unfair to the three players who met the standards. A big mountain has become a dead letter, and Dumbledore's circle magic seems to have become a ridiculous act of mobilizing people.

For Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, one more player at Hogwarts means one more qualification to compete.

The haughty Fleur Delacour was still angry. She looked down on this little boy who was not as tall as her from the bottom of her heart. She was particularly dissatisfied with the decision to let Porter participate in the competition. She didn't even say hello. Her blond hair set off a dazzling arc behind her, and she strode away with her chin raised. The slender and graceful figure quickly disappeared at the door.

Madam Maxim with a stiff face pursed her lips, and instead of scolding Fu Rong for her impoliteness, she nodded to everyone and left behind Fu Rong.

"We're leaving too." Karkaroff nodded bluntly and said good night to everyone. Except for the stereotyped surprise when he saw Harry for the first time, he didn't look straight at him afterwards, as if he didn't bother if he couldn't see Harry. like.

Victor didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and when he left, he just nodded to everyone, and followed the principal out of the castle without saying a word.His reticent image seems to have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so that Barty Crouch and other officials of the British Ministry of Magic directly told Karkaroff if they had something to say, and Karkaroff would answer any questions on his behalf. Kaka Love didn't find it troublesome at all, and the spokesperson had a great time doing it.

"They did it on purpose, they must have done it on purpose, just because he is Harry Potter—" Karkaroff kept complaining along the way. He was extremely dissatisfied with this result, but there were some things he didn't want to say It can be said that he can't just turn around and leave when he is unhappy like Furong. He can't give up Victor, who has formed a contract magic with the Goblet of Fire, can't miss the once-in-a-lifetime Triwizard Tournament, and can't give up on being Durmster. Lang's chance to compete for honor.Adults have their own way of life, and principals have their own difficulties.Although Karkaroff was particularly eager to pick someone up in front of Barty Crouch, he yelled bullishly: "It's a big deal to break up, I quit!!!"

In the skinny reality, Mr. Principal can only make up his mind with tears streaming down his face.

***

Heimdall was squatting by the lake, heaping stones on the beach with the glass lamp hanging on the bow of the boat, and Bean Pod was jumping around to help pick up the stones. A figure blocked the light, and Heimdall looked up. , quickly dropped the stone and stood up.

"Principal." Heimdall called, and flirted with Victor behind Karkaroff.

When Karkaroff saw Heimdall's gloomy face softened slightly, "Why haven't you returned to the ship yet?" Then he found that Heimdall had built a small pyramid built with stones, and couldn't help laughing.

"It's so late, hurry up and go back to sleep!" Immediately, he ordered with a stern face as the principal.

"Yes!" Heimdall paused and stood at attention.

The three of them got into the small boat, rowed to the middle of the lake and boarded the three-masted boat in a short while.

The common room was brightly lit, and everyone gathered together the moment they saw Karkaroff. They were actually just as restless as Heimdall, and almost ran to the lake to blow some stones.

Karkaroff was already upset, but when he was surrounded by question marks from the students, he suddenly became angry and waved his hands irritably, "Go, go, go to bed, what time is it!" The words rushed into the passage leading to his own room, and the hurried figure was instantly engulfed by a mass of darkness.

Everyone has long been accustomed to Karkaroff's personal style, and they immediately surrounded Victor with a rush of tongues, and various problems emerged one after another.

The most frequently asked question was not Harry Potter's exceptional admission, but the first competition event.

Victor shook his head, "I didn't say anything, I just told us to test our courage."

This ambiguous statement could not satisfy the surging curiosity of the students, but no matter how many Victors, they still knew nothing. Everyone's interest was cut by half, and they all dispersed. Only Carlo circled around Victor, and Mr. Jones always It's such a high standard.

After talking for a while about Harry Potter's exceptional admission and the reactions of the two schools, Carlo left with a small notebook in his hands.

There was silence in the common room, the warm firelight shone on Heimdall's face, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were peaceful and peaceful.

Victor held out his hand, and Heimdall stepped forward to hold it, beaming with joy.

***

The selection was over, and the Goblet of Fire returned to the unemployed state. No matter how angry and indignant it was, it was a done deal, and it was useless to just hold on. After a night of digestion, the two visiting schools tried to accept the facts and turned around to prepare for the game.

However, in their eyes, Hogwarts, which was hit by a pie falling from the sky, was undercurrent and turbulent, and the atmosphere was strange. Hogwarts students were even more angry than Beauxbatons and Durmstrang who had suffered. Just as Carlo estimated, Harry was questioned by most of the teachers and students, they all looked at him suspiciously, and even some Gryffindor students began to alienate him, represented by the Weasley twins The remaining part is more interested in knowing how he stepped into that circle.

After knowing this situation, Karkaroff snorted contemptuously and sneered disapprovingly, "It's a good deal to be a good boy."

Mrs. Maxim had a common language with him on this matter, but it was a pity that the two of them never took the initiative to talk unless they had to. It was a waste of an opportunity to clear the clouds and improve friendship.

Victor would drag Heimdall up together after he got up in the morning. Although he was in pain when he was dragged up, Heimdall would always remind Victor repeatedly before going to bed the night before that he must use any means.The reason for waking up early is to exercise. The teacher of the Police Corps who is in charge of physical training always looks at him with eyes that seem to see through the essence, as if he believes that he is aging before he is old.

Their morning exercise is to run along the lake.

As a result, Heimdall, an otaku, started panting like a cow after running a few steps. Victor was speechless about his stamina.

After finally getting through the morning exercise, Heimdall had already got down on the ground, and Viktor shook his head and carried him back to the boat.

This day, Heimdall didn't even eat breakfast, so he simply settled it on the boat. He met another homeboy, Leon Bruelag, in the common room. Ever since he had the concept of improving his physical fitness, Heimdall has been He began to involuntarily judge people by their appearance. After silently comparing the physiques of the two, Heimdall firmly believed that he was stronger than Leon Kongwu.

After secretly rejoicing, Heimdall took out the Potions textbook, and for the next monthly exam, he ran to humbly ask for advice again without giving up, and then retreated again.Leon was really talented in Potions, but Heimdall basically didn't understand the teaching materials. He felt that Leon was not teaching him Potions but reading from the textbook.

Leon also knew that he didn't have the ability to teach and educate people. He looked at Heimdall who was frowning at the Potions textbook, and asked in confusion, "Why didn't you go to Krum?" Victor Krum was the same as him. , never biased.

Heimdall was speechless for a moment, nodded after a while, and said in a seemingly deep voice: "It has to be like this."

Leon was puzzled, why did he look so confused?

When Victor came back after breakfast, Heimdall asked him about asking for homework. Victor readily agreed, and the two went back to the room...

Ten minutes later, Victor pressed him on the bed, and he reached out to pick off Victor's skirt. Heimdall, who was in a daze, suddenly woke up, and slapped Victor's face away. Turning over and sitting up, looking at Victor's disheveled appearance, he was at a loss for a moment, why did he become a mess without anyone noticing it?Why do you roll on the bed every time you talk about study?

Heimdall hit the headboard of the bed with his forehead painfully.

Victor went to hug him, and seeing the grief and anger on his face, he almost burst out laughing, cleared his throat and said, "Go to the common room."

Heimdall thought about it, and agreed, at least there is a study atmosphere than the bedroom, there is no bed, and there is no crime scene without a bed.

However, he was wrong, very wrong, and he was still in heat without the scene of the crime.

The common room was full of coughing, as if everyone had the flu. Just when Heimdall banged his forehead on the armrest of the sofa in frustration, the students all stood up with envy and hatred on their faces.

Under the leadership of a seventh-grade brother, everyone gathered friends and decided to start their own careers, "Students, the girls from Hogwarts are waiting for us..." In order to show that they are well-informed, I didn't stick to one pattern, and added another PS, "Of course, if necessary, also include those beautiful boys..."

The few students who already had a date suddenly staggered from laughter.