HP's Foreign Land

"Diary December 25, [-]"

Just after breakfast in the morning, Mr. Malfoy called me into his study. I think Merlin will forgive me. I still can't bring myself to call him father, because I don't like it.He told me implicitly that he had found me a suitable "prostitution" employer.A Vasa or Savoy family or something.

I admit I was surprised, couldn't he just wait until I was an adult?He was so eager to sell me?I had no appetite for lunch or snacks at all, so I decided to talk to him, and since I had Malfoy blood in my blood, he might be willing to give me a few minutes.

When I walked through the corridor from the reception room and directly entered the study from the side door, I was so shocked by what happened before me that I even forgot the reason why I came here.Mr. Malfoy had sex with a strange woman on the ground like a beast, and they stripped naked and fell to the ground screaming without shame.The woman was on top of him, and the man I should call my father closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasure of sex.

The woman sensed my presence and I thought she was going to scream in panic, but no, she smiled at me and continued her obscene rocking.It was a defiant, unashamed smile.

I don't know how long I stood there until Lucius suddenly pulled me away.He asked me angrily why I ran to the study at that time, but I was able to answer his question calmly.Lucius told me to forget about what happened today, and I told him Christmas was terrible this year.He took me to his fiancée. I don't know why Lucius did this. Maybe he thought that as a woman, Narcissa could help me more than him.This is Lucius' way of being considerate, not forgetting to pretend to be indifferent when giving love.

In fact, Narcissa is not a soft-spoken person, she is picky and arrogant, but I don't hate her reserve and arrogance.Through her eyebrows, I can see another face.For a moment, I almost impulsively told her everything in my heart, telling her that I fell in love with her cousin Sirius... What would she think then?

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Perhaps people have heard some rumors that the venue for today's broomstick speed competition is overcrowded and full of seats.Everyone seemed to be very excited, they frequently whispered, yelled, jumped up and down, and the scene got out of control for a while.The craziness of the audience gave the referees a headache. These people obviously regarded the game as Quidditch.

Heimdall, who was waiting in the queue for the start of the game, listened attentively to the head referee's words. The volume of the head referee was much higher than usual, and he was even hissing.Even so, the players in the team still felt their ears buzzing.

The lively and noisy environment made Heimdall temporarily forget the chaotic thoughts filling his mind. At this moment, his attention was all focused on the game.

This morning, Ivy Malfoy was finally willing to reveal in her diary a private affair about her crush, a Blake.And also Narcissa Black Malfoy's cousin.The answer was indeed beyond his expectation.Heimdall doesn't know much about the Black family in England. He only knows that a certain generation of their family was awarded the Order of Merlin [-]st Class (Sirius' grandfather Acturus Black won it, but was thrown away by Sirius later) is a pure blood An ancient family that can be traced back to the Middle Ages, but nothing else.

Hina called morning on time, and Heimdall put down his diary and stood up to change his clothes.The elf quickly helped him dress neatly, and tidied up the bed, pajamas and other things quickly.

Heimdall stared at it for a moment, then said, "Xina, what do you know about the British wizarding world?"

Hina stopped all movements, turned around and replied respectfully: "Xina doesn't know much about Britain, but only some superficial things that the public understands."

"So have you heard of the Black family?" Heimdall suddenly wanted to know what superficial phenomenon the "European public" had learned.

Those huge tennis-ball-like eyes blinked: "Are you talking about the Black family of [the noble and oldest Black family is always pure]?"

Heimdall couldn't help sweating on his temples.Too awesome.The family's famous sayings have already left the British Isle and headed for Europa.

"Tell me what you know," he ordered.

"Yes, master." Hina said respectfully. "Everyone in the Black family graduated from Slytherin House of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, except for one..."

"Sirris Black."

"Yes, master." The elf hurriedly agreed.

Heimdall waved his hand: "Go on."

"Yes." Hina continued, "This family is very old and very rich. Their family has a first-class Medal of Merlin in exchange for huge wealth. They like to draw their genealogy on the carpet and hang it in a prominent place at home. They expelled many members of the family who were not 'decent' and 'bad' in character, and they also like to chop off the heads of house elves and hang them on the walls as decorations..."

"Okay, okay, you don't have to say any more." These are the superficial things that the European public understands? !

Hina quickly closed her mouth and looked at her master anxiously.

Before opening the door to leave, Heimdall asked casually, "Do you know what's going on with Sirius Black? For example, what is he doing now?"

"He should still be in Azkaban Prison."

Heimdall turned around and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Azkaban?" Did he hear correctly?

"Yes, my master."

"Why was he arrested?"

"It is reported that Sirius Black is a loyal believer of that mysterious man."

Heimdall frowned in confusion, and the question that should have been clear became more and more cloudy.From Ivy's diary, it can be seen that this Sirius is obviously a family rebel. He went against the tradition and entered Gryffindor, but such an upright and bright education background made him embark on the path of worshiping the mysterious man? !That being the case, why bother to get into Gryffindor?Wouldn't it be more convenient to go straight into Slytherin?

Hard to understand.

Hina carefully observed Heimdall's expression, and after hesitating for a long time, it whispered, "If you want to know more details, Hina can find relevant reports for you back then. It caused a sensation throughout Europe, and at that time every country was paying attention to what was going on in the UK."

Heimdall nodded noncommittally, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Hina immediately groveled and said, "This is what Hina should do."

……

When the start whistle sounded, the auditorium seemed to be ignited with explosives, and there were thunderous cheers.

Heimdall resisted the urge to cover his ears.

In fact, today's game is indeed exactly the same as Quidditch, a 10-minute simulated speed match, what a familiar name.If time permits, Heimdall thinks he can compete with Cassandra Trelawney.It is a pity that this famous prophet has passed away.

The contestants were divided into 47 Quidditch teams. This number was determined according to the Seekers. Among the more than 200 players, 47 people expressed their willingness to serve as Seekers in yesterday's answer. Players, chasers, etc. will make up 47 teams on the basis of 47 seekers.Teams with insufficient personnel will be topped by referees. Of course, you can’t take chances and think that the referee standing in line with you will be a happy event in the sky. On the contrary, the team with referees to top the vat is the most stressful Yes, because they can observe everyone on the field at close range, and pick their noses and eyes in person, which is much more perceptual and transparent than standing outside the field and looking at the overall situation.

The team Heimdall was assigned to was a team of referees, and four of the seven-member team were referees.Of the remaining three players, there is a seeker, a hitter (Heimdall), and a chaser.

Heimdall felt something was wrong.The referees can't be counted on, they must be impartial, they will only copy the flight path of the Russian team rigidly, they will not be as eager to perform as the players, and they will not have the awareness of the players. Naturally, the referees will not be able to achieve timely cooperation , The height of the same voice.

Heimdall felt that this distribution method was unfair, so he raised his hand and called a timeout before the official start.

Immediately there was a clamor of dissatisfaction from the eager audience.

Heimdall turned a deaf ear and trotted over.

"Is there any problem, child?" The chief referee had a shrewd and capable face, and his chestnut hair was pulled into a meticulous helmet shape. It is said that the lady is about sixty years old, and Heimdall thinks she looks no more than 50 years old.

Heimdall told her his thoughts, hoping to get an explanation from her.

The chief referee is very straightforward, more straightforward than many men.

"I think I can understand what you are worried about, but I can tell you that it is completely unnecessary. The purpose of this round of competition is not to win, it is meaningless, and the Russian team's defeat will not change because of this."

In other words, winning or losing is ignored, and participation is the number one priority? !Heimdall pursed his lips, thanked him silently, and ran back all the way.

At this time, the game finally officially started.

In the auditorium, Bernick poked his neck and squinted his eyes for a while, and finally confirmed that there was no Heimdall in the first scene.

"He was in the 36th team."

Bernick turned his head and just saw Adam Krause put down the binoculars in his hand. Obviously, this Liechtensteiner knew how to watch the game better than him. His sufficient preparation, calm attitude, and leisurely behavior made the brothers envious. .

Looking at the field, Xiabi murmured to himself: "With this posture, the competition will not be finished in a short while."

"Team 36? Isn't it afternoon when it's his turn? I have a game in the afternoon, what should I do?" The exclamation exploded piercingly, and all the men looked back at the same time, only to see a man with a messy head A boy with curly black hair and wearing a purple wizard robe was staring into the arena with his cheeks covered.

Duncan still remembered him: "You are here too. By the way, you are..." I still don't know the name of this startled kid.

"Hello, hello, it's an honor that you still remember me." The curly-haired boy smiled shamelessly, "Oh, hello, you're all here too. I'm Heimdall's boyfriend."

Shabby stared in astonishment, and Adam frowned.

"In the next life." Duncan replied indifferently.Sharpie and Adam turned to stare at him.

The curly-haired boy suddenly screamed, oblivious to the embarrassment he had caused: "Ah, Mr. Krum!"

Bernick and Victor frowned patiently at the same time, and Duncan poked his ears and said, "We have two Krums here."

The curly-haired boy took out an enchanted photo. The scene above was Victor, who was riding a broom and swooping down. He was just about to rush over to ask for an autograph. Stimulated, he snatched the photo. He squinted at the photo for a long time, and then he couldn't restrain his excitement and said, "Who took this photo?"

The curly-haired boy replied blankly, "I did."

"It's a great shot!" The head of VK's HP value soared, and he "returned to life" in an instant.Edmund grabbed the curly-haired boy's arm: "Is there any more?"

"Yes." Although he didn't understand why the man was so excited, the curly-haired boy himself also became inexplicably excited.From his robe pocket he pulled out a stack of his own photos of Victor Klum at the game and even a few in the dugout after the game.

Edmund found a treasure, and it didn't take long for him and the curly-haired boy to chat together.

Bernick was filled with chills, and he looked at his cousin sympathetically: "If this continues, someone will follow you even when you go to the bathroom."

"How about it, should you think about it, our VK team also welcomes students from other schools like you." The leader of VK is indeed the leader of VK.

"Will it be inconvenient to connect like this?" There was a trace of hesitation in the curly-haired boy's voice, but the intention of wavering was even greater.

"No, no, there are many students from other schools in our group. We already have a very effective plan for how to contact and act. The problem you are worried about is not a problem at all."

"Really?"

"Really, I look forward to you joining us and growing VK together."

Bernick could hear black lines all over his head. This Edmund, who was dying a minute ago, is alive and kicking now.

Victor frowned thickly, and when he frowned he looked stern.

The curly-haired boy who had been quietly paying attention to his idol was stunned. He asked in a low voice, "Is Mr. Krum unhappy, he doesn't want me to join VK?" His words were full of frustration.

Edmund pulled him back, turned his eyes away, and reassured him, "Don't worry, he just has that tone of voice, and you don't usually see him smiling at anyone... Oh, except for Rigg. Rigg knows who it is, right? It is your boyfriend Heimdall in the next life."

The curly-haired boy nodded his head in silence as if he had heard some shocking secret, with a self-aware look that I understand, I understand everything.

Mr. Victor Krum, who has eyes and ears, raised his eyebrows to hide all expressions.