HP's Foreign Land

There is a gathering in the German Quidditch community today. As the Vulcan Basteto, the hidden BOSS signed early in the morning, Master Krum is naturally also invited.

The sixth sense, which is rarely manifested, is inexplicably ready to move. As a fan of Weiwei, the head of Strulusson firmly believes that the master is going to shine in the European league where swords and swords are flickering.

Master Krum is as calm as ever. He has won all the world championships. When a person's vision is raised to an unprecedented peak, other things will fade accordingly.It's not that he thinks too highly of himself and doesn't take the European champion seriously, but he has learned to slow down and face it calmly.

Of course he wants to win the European Championship, but he is not as eager to prove himself as he was before, and now he hopes to go step by step, step by step, and steadily.

The trump card should show the momentum of the trump card.

Quidditch isn't about fighting alone, it's about fighting in groups.The Vulcan team has been fully reshuffled since last year, and many new blood have been replaced. The sign of the world's number one seeker has brought great convenience to the Vulcan team's removal of the old and new ones, attracting a large group of ambitious young players.

Reporters who specialize in sports from various countries have analyzed the new lineup of the Vulcan team. Judging from the current team formation of the Vulcan team, it must have surpassed the original second-tier frontline. Do Klum's comprehensive strength can at least squeeze into the first-tier mid-tier.

Of course, this guess is based on the previous individual game results of each team member. Quidditch has a lot of variables, and the prospect is bright and optimistic. There are not a few teams that lose the chain during the game. No matter how objective the analysis is, it is false of.

However, this seemingly unreliable prospect alone still made the team owners who missed Vicko beat their chests in annoyance.

The new lineup has not participated in any competitions yet, and none of the second-tier lineups is the best lineup. The newly recruited and promising players are doing physical training day after day on the training ground, or training individually for each position. , the training camp has not been integrated yet.Many new players who joined in the past two months didn't have the chance to meet the hidden boss, so this gathering can be regarded as an opportunity to get acquainted with each other.

The Vulcan team's plan for the first half of the year is to find opponents for this new team who can try their skills. Although the second-tier teams have free space and venues, the atmosphere of the game is not as oppressive and competitive as the first-tier teams.

Since being relegated to the second tier, the coach of the team has deeply realized that nothing can be achieved anymore. The second tier competition will drag the whole team to a standstill. We must, we must return to the fierce fighting first line, otherwise this team will never be good. Ask for the second level of advancement.He himself would be the incompetent sinner who brought down the Vulcan team.

Basteto wanted to use this German Quidditch gathering to find a suitable first-line opponent for himself—not seeking the best but seeking the best mental outlook, and the whetstone should also be as sharp as a whetstone.Although the German Quidditch world is not as dynamic as the old powerhouse Britain, it is still full of strong people.

There must be many Seekers who dream of stepping on the so-called number one in a certain field, who is generally recognized by Quidditch fans all over the world. That will be a great affirmation and encouragement to their Quidditch career, the winner As the king of the defeated Kou, defeated the number one, isn't he the number one? !

These things can be thought of by players who want to prove that they can also win the championship all the time. Of course, Basteto's coach can also think of things. Everyone comes from the stage where they can't be discouraged through constant imagination.

So to put it bluntly, Master Krum was pulled to act as the "Public Enemy of Seekers" to stimulate other people's rebellious psychology and self-motivated consciousness, and to find draws and attract customers.

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Heimdall filled his stomach a lot with the morning meal, and made enough physical preparations for the upcoming first demonstration of the last three magic declarations—the water quality was hardly touched, and he was afraid of getting nervous. Run to the toilet.

Regardless of the fact that Chief Sturlusson seems to be fearless in the face of danger, he still swallows his saliva tightly when he should be nervous, but his superficial skills have made a qualitative leap.

Hiccupping and clutching his stomach, Heimdall left the Hogwarts auditorium with a distorted expression, full of food.

Just thinking about whether to ask Leon to get some medicine to help digestion, a short figure suddenly blocked the way.

Heimdall looked intently at the boy who reached up to his chin. His dark blond hair was neatly combed, his clothes were neat, the folds on his trousers were straight, and every button was where it should be. The boy's eyes It was big and cute, but he was sure he didn't recognize it.

The boy who took the liberty to block the way misunderstood Heimdall's unnatural expression, lowered his head and moved to the side without saying a word, and then moved out of the way again.

Heimdall hiccupped, and the food he ate rushed straight into his throat. The boy was startled when he saw his sudden pain.

"You, what's the matter with you?" The boy was very conscientious and didn't rush to get rid of the relationship and run away, but came up to care.

"...I want to throw up." Heimdall moaned.

While the boy was in a daze, Heimdall rushed to the green belt and hugged a tree to vomit.

The boys and girls passing by all looked at all this in amazement.

The boy looked like he was about to cry.

When Heimdall walked back with his stomach in his hands, the boy said with teary eyes, "Am I that disgusting?"

Heimdall rubbed his stomach. He was full not long ago, but now he was empty again. Hearing the boy's unconfident remarks, Heimdall shook his head, "Seeing you, I spit it out, and I feel much better."

The boy is more melancholic, I look so sick?

"Is there something for you?" He felt comfortable, and Heimdall was also in the mood to engage in diplomacy.

"I, I'm Lephson, David Lephson, a Gryffindor first-year student." The boy's voice dropped again, looking very shy. "You are Mr. Heimdall Sturluson?"

"I'm not."

Raifson's eyes were rounded in astonishment, and he blushed and said helplessly, "Yes, I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person." He turned around and was about to run.

Heimdall grabbed his collar, "Just kidding, I am Heimdall Strulusson."

Raifson looked dull, and Heimdall smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry for deceiving you."

"No, no, nothing..." The boy stood up obediently, and Heimdall let go of his hand.

After waiting for a long time without hearing the following, Heimdall had no choice but to say, "What do you need from me?"

Raifson quickly took out a palm-sized piece of paper, "I have the book you want."

"Book?" Heimdall took the paper in his hand in a daze, and was a little dumbfounded when he took a closer look. It wasn't the bulletin board posted under the stairs when he was fooled by a letter from Draco a few years ago. It's been almost three years...

Hogwarts' simple style of exchanging the old for the old is very popular with Heimdall. This is the virtue of persistent hard work and should be carried forward.It is a pity that Durmstrang lacks the mass base to carry forward the simple and low-carbon life style. To paraphrase a certain classic line from a certain movie: People who spend 3000 million don't care about spending another 3000 million.Children who have paid tuition to enroll don't care about spending a fortune on new books.

When Heimdall came to Hogwarts that time, he was excited by the dazzling exchange notices on the bulletin board under the stairs. Unable to exchange information.

I didn't expect someone to reveal the list after three years.

He had asked in exchange for a copy of Monsters and Where They Come From by Newt Scamman, the Hogwarts fifth year textbook for Care of Fantastic Beasts.Scarman's writing style is refined and sophisticated, his language is lively and interesting, and the book also has beautiful illustrations.At that time, Heimdall accidentally discovered the wonderfulness of this book and wanted to get a copy.At that time, I thought it would be perfect if I could replace it without spending money.

Heimdall looked at the boy hesitantly, "You are still in the first grade, since you have the textbook for the fifth grade, why don't you keep it for yourself?"

"I have two of this book." Afraid that he would disagree, the boy hastily explained the situation.

Heimdall asked him why he had nothing to do to get two copies, and directly pointed out, "This exchange request was posted three years ago."

"What?!" the boy exclaimed, with an unbelievable expression on his face, which soon collapsed again. "Don't you need it now?"

"It's not..." I will start fifth grade in the second half of this year. As far as the curriculum progress is concerned, it is just right for fifth grade to use fifth grade textbooks, although the textbooks used by the two schools are completely different.

"I can exchange the textbooks for the second and third grades with you, but our school textbooks are not available at Hogwarts, and they are in the German version. Are you sure you want to exchange them?" Heimdall said very practically.

"I can read German." Seeing that he was willing to exchange, the boy nodded excitedly. "My grandfather was German, and our family is German immigrants."

Heimdall laughed, "That would be great, what book do you want to change? Astronomy? Potions? Or do you plan to change to a monster textbook?" The textbook used by the protection of magical creatures class in the second and third grades of the German school is Books [-] and [-] of Monster Chronicles written by Hal Dills.

To Heimdall's surprise, what the boy wanted in exchange was a textbook on Charms.

"Are you sure?" Heimdall said calmly.

The boy nodded without hesitation.

"Okay then, I'll send someone to help send the book, so I'll contact you in two days, do you think it's okay?"

The boy nodded hastily, and with a wink, he saw that Heimdall was going to be busy next, and left with a flying mood.

Heimdall took out his pocket watch to check the time, but the pointer didn't move. He quickly patted it with his hand and tapped it hard a few times, until the pointer, which seemed to be stuck with glue, moved feebly.

After coming out of the water last time, this pocket watch stopped working from time to time, which made Heimdall very worried. This thing is the public property of the laboratory and must be passed down from generation to generation.If something breaks in his hands, how can he explain to the younger generations.

Grabbing a student casually to adjust the time again, Heimdall strode away from Hogwarts Castle.

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"Mr. Sturluson!"

Heimdall followed the prestige and saw Luc Junker standing up from his chair and waving to him. His jewel-like bright green robe shone brightly in the dim bar.

No wonder Professor Katenen always called him Peacock. Junker's clothing taste can make many young people feel ashamed, and Heimdall is one of them.

He thinks that he will never be able to wear such a bright color, the key is that he does not have the confidence.

The man next to Junker surprised Heimdall.

At first, the man sat on the Diaoyutai in a very dignified manner, staring straight at Heimdall, almost provocative, with a bit of cynical contempt, as if he didn't take Heimdall seriously at all. Especially itchy teeth.

All the pretentiousness and self-admiration disappeared under Junker's powerful slap, and under Junker's cold focus, he forced a laugh and stood up.

"Hello, Mr. Junker." Heimdall turned his face slightly and nodded briefly, "Hello, Mr. Beru."

This former domineering guy is the current French Mr. Maurice Bellou, Heimdall's former worship object, and he has been taught a painful lesson by himself as a rare thing.

Heimdall has made a deep self-criticism about this, and Director Strulusson has decided not to follow others casually in the future.

Junker nodded with a smile on his face, then cast a stern face, and glanced at Beru who was pretending to be deaf and dumb, "Where did your manners go?"

The words were spoken in French, and Heimdall couldn't understand them, but seeing Beru's more rigid expression, he knew that they were not pleasant words.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Stulusson." The bright smile that once fascinated Heimdall appeared on Beru's face. If his eyes were not so unwilling, it would be just like the ones published in magazines As good as it gets.

Heimdall nodded indifferently, stopped paying attention to him, and focused on Junker.

Beru raised his eyebrows, even though he was unhappy, he didn't show any abnormality on his face. In other words, he didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Junker.

"I'm so glad you're here!"

Junker's enthusiasm overwhelmed Heimdall, and he wondered what made this arrogant magical animal smuggle everyone so eager.

"I don't understand." Heimdall said bluntly.

Feeling that his demeanor does not seem to be fake, Jun Ke wondered, "Didn't Felix tell you?"

"What should the professor tell me?"

"I'm here to apologize." Junker seemed sincere.

Now Heimdall was even more confused, "Can you give me a hint?"

Junker glanced at Beru, who curled his lips unnaturally, leaned forward, and said in a low voice: "I apologize to you for my previous rash behavior, Mr. Sturluson."

Heimdall was extremely surprised, and looked at Junker blankly.

Junker smiled, "Have you seen it at the night market before?"

Heimdall nodded, not concealing it, "I used to have a good impression of this Mr. Magic, and I even asked him to sign it." After talking about this, he asked his doubts, "You two are... ..."

"He is my grandson," Juncker said.

It's no wonder that when Beru signed his autograph, he always felt familiar with the cleanliness virtue that made a big fuss for fear of being contaminated with something unclean.

"Like!" Heimdall nodded with certainty.

Junker seems very happy. He has only one daughter, and Beru has been close to him since he was a child.

He turned his head and taught Beiru, "Mr. Sturlusson is a friend of grandpa, so you should respectfully call grandpa as a friend of grandpa!"

Heimdall tried not to show his emotions, his face was calm and calm.

Maurice Beru's face turned green instantly.