HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall was speechless for a while, feeling a little guilty.The referee's eyes are also very vicious, and all those small moves are watched quietly by others, which is much higher than Adam's dan, which made him feel like "worthy of being at the level of an international competition". Feelings come. Is "petty theft" also hard to escape?

Heimdall took one step at a time and turned his head three times, his eyes squinted, squinted, and squinted, just to see clearly the name tag pinned to the referee's chest.

Referees in international competitions generally have to show their surnames and the asterisk of their referee certificates when they are judging. Every referee who is qualified to conduct review and arbitration in international competitions must have at least one qualification certificate.As early as hundreds of years ago, various countries introduced corresponding qualification examinations for Quidditch referees. As far as Heimdall knows, the British wizarding world also has a series of extremely strict examination procedures. To be selected by the Sports Department, one needs to pass a set of rigorous and complicated examinations.In the UK, the Quidditch referee qualification certificate is equivalent to an honor, especially the gold star referee, which is the highest level in the world, and it is extremely difficult to obtain it.Rare things are more expensive, which is a value generally recognized all over the world.

From ancient times to the present, Quidditch has produced many well-known players. At the same time, this ancient sport has also produced a large number of internationally renowned first-line referees.

I don't know if it was God's deliberate action, or the referee once again accurately captured his little Jiujiu and deliberately opposed him. Heimda changed countless angles but couldn't see the sign on his chest.

The referee suddenly looked up and said unconsciously, "Blue Cup Nine, is there any problem?"

Heimdall strode over, stood in front of the other party, glanced down, uh, still couldn't see... Did he do it on purpose? !The current situation couldn't help him not to think so.Not an adult?Not a referee?Is it really interesting to compete with an unknown little player like him?His hair is all white, and his face has a lot of creases, but he is still such a confident little chicken belly!Disrespect for the old!

With a lot of slander in his heart, Heimdall said without changing his face: "My name is Strulusson, sir."

A certain Wei Buzun blinked, and then quickly realized that the child was asking him to reciprocate.He laughed to himself because he was disrespectful, if he didn't pick up the quarrel, would he be narrow-minded?Small-minded old bastard?This child knows how to adapt the true meaning of "bartering" to make use of it, and he was invisibly put together.

A certain referee sat up straight and smiled, "So do you have any questions, Mr. Sturluson?"

A shiny brand name suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

When he saw the gilded star, which symbolized the highest honor in the refereeing world, Heimdall found himself not surprised by it.Would you be surprised if you saw a silver star or a bronze star? !He dissected himself like this.

As for the surname engraved on the name tag-Mustafa?I seem to have heard it somewhere... Heimdall shook his head and said that he had no problem, then turned and walked away with a trace of doubt.

When he left the competition area and returned to the accommodation area where the tent was set up, Xina quickly appeared to greet him, but Adam and Sharpy had not yet returned.Heimdall reckons the design competition will be hard to come by for a while.So he sat at the table in the reception area, while listening to Hina's nagging, anyway, it was just a few words over and over again, while picking up the cookies on the plate and stuffing them into his mouth to chew.

It wasn't until now that Heimdall completely calmed down, and finally had time to review the game just now.

Apart from being relatively ignorant of his own grades, he has a good eye for other people's performance.The overall strength is remarkable, but it is far from the high level he expected.There is no doubt that there are indeed a lot of masters, but the masters' level of prowess is within the normal range, and none of them are at the level against the sky.Because of this, the broomstick speed competition in this year's competition will definitely be extremely fierce. Everyone's level is about the same, and the gap between up and down cannot be widened, so it is difficult to predict who will win in the end.There is a long way to go for the upcoming races.

But today is the first preliminary round, and there are still several rounds waiting for him, so it's too early to say anything.

"Xina, I'm hungry, why don't you wait for Adam and Shabby, I..."

"It's a pity that I took special care of the kitchen to cook your favorite dishes before I left." Mr. Adam Claus swept in like a wind, and deliberately increased his volume, "Shabby, should we put this little heartless direct Throw it out and feed it to the fire dragon?"

Hufflepuff walked in unhurriedly, and said lightly: "The premise is if you are willing."

These words were very meaningful, and Adam turned his head to look directly into Xia Pie's eyes. The latter just shrugged, not afraid of someone's sharp eyes that seemed to be digging out flesh.

【Did I said wrong thing? 】A certain Hufflepuff cast a retort look that is not afraid of death.

Adam raised an eyebrow, deciding to ignore it.

Heimdall lowered his head and gnawed on the biscuit quietly, with a detached look of staying out of the way.

The posture of retreating into the nest and not caring about world affairs made a certain Liechtenstein wizard suddenly have an urge to reach out and pinch his little neck.

Xiabi saw all the undercurrents in his eyes, and he thought to himself, what a child who is a little too sensitive.It takes skill to pretend to be stupid, and if one is not good, it will be self-defeating. I have to say that this boy is very smart, so smart that... Xiabi squinted at Adam, who had suddenly deep eyes. Responding to someone's intentional or unintentional provocation, it seems that it is not Strulusson who is really led into the ditch, but the person who set him up.

It's not been a day or two since Xiabi and Adam have known each other, and he knows certain habits of friends.In the past few days, Adam's behavior has been somewhat clear to him. The syndrome of getting close to beautiful things has happened again, but this time is different from the past. The process of getting close this time seems to be not so smooth.When an expert who can make everything happen naturally and logically meets a master who pretends to be stupid, it is hard to say what the result will be.

Adam my friend.Xiabi whispered softly, do you really know what you are doing?Beware of lifting a rock and hitting your own foot!

Heimdall finished his third biscuit, and Hina stopped him from reaching for the fourth.

"Miss, you can't eat any more. Eating too much of this stuff is not good for your health."

Heimdall didn't object, in fact he didn't want to eat any more.Taking the handkerchief and wiping the biscuit crumbs from his mouth, Hina's actions gave him a good opportunity to speak.Heimdall decided to go down the slope.

"How about the design competition?" He turned to look at the two partners.

Annoyance slipped through Adam Krause's eyes, and Heimdall turned a blind eye, insisting on his own question unwaveringly, his gaze unchanged as usual.

Adam suppressed the unreasonable sense of anger, a trace of frustration lingered in his heart, and he also chose to ignore them.

"I don't know yet," Adam replied, "Today is just the first round of the preliminary competition." He seemed to have recovered at this point, and said slowly in his usual sneering tone: "I only hope that the judges of the design competition will not I suddenly came up with an alternative champion that I can't accept, otherwise I really don't know how to face the design draft of the first name in the future. By the way, how is your game? It should look good?"

"God knows," Heimdall replied.

Adam and Sharpie glanced at each other, and the concise answer made it impossible for them to tell whether the result was good or bad.

Heimdall didn't wait for them to ask any more questions, and continued directly, "Probably because I was too nervous, and I didn't see clearly which one I was the first to cross the finish line. As for the results..." He shrugged.

This year's competition uses the total score mechanism, that is, the scores of each round of competition are superimposed, and the person with the highest total score in the end is the champion.Therefore, it doesn't matter whether the final is not the final. The final is just an external statement, similar to a publicity stunt.According to this scoring method, everyone can enter the final, even if they have not scored a point before.

Heimdall was greatly relieved when he learned of this grading system, at least he was able to explain it to those friendly classmates.

Sharpie decided to change the question: "How are your competitors doing?"

"Not bad." Suddenly remembering that a contestant in the green group failed to stop at the prescribed height at the starting point and abstained once, Heimdall pursed his lips: "Basically, they are not bad."

"Are you nervous?" Chabby asked.

"Of course." Otherwise, how could there be such an embarrassing result.

"By the way," Heimdall said in a very emotional tone when he thought of the result, "The international competition is worthy of being an international competition. Even the referee who registered on the sidelines They're all gold stars."

Xiabi frowned, his words were full of confusion: "Impossible..."

Adam suddenly interjected, "What's the name of that Gold Star referee?"

"Mustafa."

Hearing this, the expressions of Xiabi and Adam became strange.

Adam said calmly, "Do you like Quidditch?"

Heimdall replied without thinking, "It's more interesting than astronomy."

Adam sighed, "Okay, let me ask in another way." He thought for a while and then said, "Are you interested in Quidditch? Such as competitions, such as famous players, such as the World Cup..."

Heimdall responded immediately, "I think I know a lot about Quidditch. My uncle works in the Department of Magical Sports and Sports of the British Ministry of Magic, and is responsible for Quidditch matters."

Adam was silent for a while, "In that case, you don't know Hassan Mustafa?"

Heimdall opened his mouth, then quickly shut it again.

A smile slowly climbed onto Adam's face, "It seems that I remembered it."

"You mean Hassan Mustafa?" Heimdall's voice rose sharply.

Adam looked at Xiabi, and the two exchanged a look. Then Adam sighed, "It seems that the rumors are true. Hassan Mustafa gave up the International Broomstick Competition, but I didn't expect him to come to Sugar Mouse."

Heimdall frowned, "How do you know that he is Hassan Mustafa, maybe he happens to have the same surname."

Adam said slowly: "Didn't you say he is a gold star referee?"

"Yeah." But this alone doesn't seem to explain the problem.

"Is his Venus a little different? With a raised gold line border? And brighter than regular Venus?"

Hamdall thought about it carefully, then nodded: "It seems so from what you said."

Adam told him: "Then what you see is not the gold star referee logo, but the title badge of the President of the International Quidditch Federation."

"..." A certain boy was embarrassed.

PS:

Note: Hassan Mustafa is Rowling's original character, who appeared in the fourth volume of the original book, and served as a referee at the Quidditch World Cup. He is a very famous wizard.Similar to the character of Sharpie, except for his name and the title of President of the International Quidditch Federation, I made up everything about him.Hereby explain.