HP's Foreign Land

On December 12st, it was sunny, with occasional clouds drifting across the sky, and the grass field was full of people and noisy.

Heimdall took out the evaluation instrument and tapped it gently, and rows of data appeared in turn like wheels: Temperature: 61.2°F Wind speed: 3.2~5.1 m/s

Heat: +14%

Vacuum: 1%

Air humidity: 49%

weather conditions: good

Flying fitness: average

……

The tents in the competition venue today looked particularly bright, as if they had been repainted with a layer of paint overnight. The degree of change and new look made Heimdall, a somewhat aesthetically tired person, couldn't help but shine.There is almost no vacant land on the field, as if everyone is busy, and it is difficult to rub shoulders and heels.As long as there is a small open space, you can see people practicing. They are holding something to justify their arguments, or desperately dismantling a broomstick into bare poles, or forming a pile of chattering, and what's more, every hour After a while, he took out a bottle of potion and poured it down his throat.Heimdall speculates that the potion may have a calming effect, because the players who drink these things seem to be likely to faint at any time and anywhere.

A large number of people poured into the arena through the Portkey, and they are the audience of this competition. In the early morning of December 12st, the door keys for audience seats set up by the Sugar Mouse Organizing Committee all over the world will be automatically activated. At the same time, the door keys used by the contestants will be invalidated.The Audience Door Key will bring at least thousands of spectators to this Sugar Mouse Contest. Most of these people are the support groups of players from various countries, and their mission is to cheer for their own players.

Some of the lesser-known players have already been surrounded by the cheerleaders. It’s really just your first day, and the organizing committee has not officially announced the start of the competition.

"What? Are you jealous?" Adam noticed that Heimdall was staring at the other's cheerleaders without blinking, and said sarcastic remarks very unconscionably: "It seems that the principle that rare things are more expensive is not true in your school." Applicable, Durmstrang sent you alone, but there was no one to talk to. Did your school decide to abandon this Sugar Rat class from the beginning?"

Right in the heart!

The corner of Heimdall’s mouth twitched, isn’t it? His schedule is indeed not within the school’s expected range. From the initial selection, application, selection to the final selection, it is the result of his own busy work. It just played the role of a passerby who was notified.Whether he can win the prize is not within the scope of the school's consideration, allowing him to participate in the competition is already extrajudicial.As an ancient institution with a long history, Durmstrang currently has a series of competition process plans, which are summaries of historical experience and valuable materials left by former teachers and students.It stands to reason that he has disrupted the established order by acting on his own initiative, and Heimdall is very grateful for the school's accommodation.

As for the cheerleaders, let's leave it to those seniors whose arms and legs are trembling and whose goals and pressures are very lofty. It's a waste for someone like him who "gets by" even with the help of the cheerleaders.

"Where's your school? Will anyone come?" After Heimdall asked this question, he suddenly realized that he didn't know which school Adam attended, and he didn't know anything about his identity, background or even age.

Would it be rude if I asked the exit right now?Heimdall thought tangledly.

Adam seemed to be aware of his little thoughts, and a faint smile rose from the corner of his mouth, which was quickly suppressed by him.

"Someone will come, wait for the final." Adam said slowly, "Although I represent the Liechtenstein Public Magic School to participate in this competition, I have already graduated, so I am actually competing for myself, but the top It's just a false name."

Heimdall opened his mouth in surprise.He is over 17 years old?But that's not right, the wizarding world is considered an adult if you are over 17 years old, and adults are not allowed to participate in the underage wizard competition.

"How old are you?"

"sixteen."

Skip a grade?Or is it a genius like Snow?

There was a lazy smile on the corner of Adam's mouth: "Honey, you can't judge Liechtenstein's magic world by the common sense that the magic world is used to. This is very inappropriate. Liechtenstein has its own theory, which is independent of world magic. Outside of Zhilin, although the evaluations from the outside world are mixed, the wizards in our country think it is not bad, at least so far, the country is peaceful and the people live in comfort, and there has been no social turmoil due to this.”

Heimdall was stunned when he heard it, and after some digestion, could the above remarks be understood in this way: "That is to say, the magic school in Liechtenstein is not a seven-year school?"

Adam raised his eyebrows, and answered the irrelevant question: "The school age in our place is not stipulated."

Just as Heimdall asked further questions, Adam put his finger in front of his mouth and made a silent movement, then pointed to the top of his head and stopped talking.

A burst of passionate speech resounded through the sky: [Welcome to the 52nd Sugar Mouse International Juvenile Wizard Grand Prix, welcome all the contestants who have worked tirelessly to participate, and welcome all the enthusiastic audiences, your arrival will add glory to this competition Adding color, on behalf of the Sugar Mouse Foundation, I would like to sincerely thank everyone———] The atmosphere in the venue was ignited, and the audience burst into thunderous cheers. Excited, they frequently released gorgeous fireworks into the sky. Colorful mice jumped out of the children's magic wands and ran towards the sky. Various badges and gorgeous colors set off the sky high and blue. Blossoms bloom and shine between the curtains.The opening day of Sugar Mouse is more like an exciting carnival.

Because there were people all around, Heimdall had no choice but to turn to those around him for help: "Who is talking?"

Adam replied: "The current director of the Sugar Mouse Foundation paid for the competition."

Afterwards, the person in charge said a lot of precautions. This is the practice of the competition, and perhaps everyone knows it well, but what should be said must be said, and it must not be perfunctory.

Impatient to hear these things, Adam decided to go back and check the game schedule. After obtaining the consent of the two companions, all three returned to the tent.

As soon as Heimdall returned to the tent, he saw a large cloth bag at the entrance. The gray cloth bag was printed with dark floral patterns, which was Durmstrang's school emblem.He walked over curiously and shook it twice, "Is this my package?"

A house-elf immediately appeared and reported that the bag had just been received, had confirmed the mailing address, and that it had indeed come from Durmstrang Academy.After that, it delivered other letters, which arrived almost at the same time as the package, and of course, the recipient was also Heimdall.

After receiving the fancy letters, Heimdall became more and more curious. It’s okay to send things from the school. It’s probably because of those friendly classmates. But, it’s all at this juncture, how do others know?Even sent directly to the arena?

Heimdall once wrote a letter to his schoolmates, mainly for the sake of safety and to briefly explain the general situation in the team.This is what I was told before I came here. Everyone has a curiosity that cannot be ignored, especially a group of 11-year-old boys who will laugh at each other for a long time if they accidentally fall.

Sharpie also received a letter, greetings and wishes from Head Hufflepuff.Xiabi didn't dare to expect that the school would send people to watch the competition, and it was a semi-secret matter that he came to participate in the competition. Except for a few close classmates from the same college, the deans of each college and Principal Dumbledore, the school No one else knows.The secrecy was proposed by himself, and he knew it was stupid to do so, but he just didn't want to make it public, maybe he wasn't confident enough.

Looking up after reading the letter, Xiabi found that Heimdall was staring at the letter paper in his hand without moving for a long time. Strangely, he walked over and pushed him: "What's wrong?"

Heimdall trembled, swallowed his throat and raised his head to ask, "How likely are we to reach the final?"

Xiabi laughed: "You are impatient, and you started preparing for the finals before the competition?"

"No..." Heimdall shook the letter paper in his hand, and said blankly: "Our school students have already booked the tickets for the finals, and they told me very 'kindly' that they must come to the scene to cheer."

It turned out that it was his classmate who was anxious.Before Xiabi could make any comments, Heimdall picked up other letters and wrinkled his face like a bun: "And my uncle, my father... Maybe there are other messy relatives who will come..."

Xiabi blinked: "Come to the game?"

"Come and see me in the final."

Xiabi wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, because the boy's expression seemed to have swallowed a mouthful of rotten cream cake.

"Also," Heimdall picked up the third stack of letter papers: "A few seniors who went out to participate in the friendly tour this semester also decided to watch the finals. Merlin is here, how did they know?! Said they stopped by after the competition and I'll go back to school together...you say," he looked at Xia Pie anxiously, then at Adam, and finally stared at the letter paper and said, "What are our chances of winning the final?"

Xiabi thought for a while without answering, and turned to look at Adam.

The latter put down the schedule and raised an eyebrow calmly: "Is the final you are referring to a broomstick speed competition or a team competition?"

A look of enlightenment appeared on Heimdall's face immediately. He jumped up and rushed directly to the room where the broomstick was placed.

Seeing this, Adam shook his head, and sighed seriously: "Look, he has no confidence in us."

Xia Bi didn't take it seriously: "You just tell him that your chances of winning are actually very high, and it's over, you have to keep it a secret."

Adam smiled and said, "Don't you think this is more interesting?"

Shabby rolled his eyes to the sky, turned and went upstairs.