HP's Foreign Land

Even when it was lunch time, the contestants were still not allowed to leave the field. The organizing committee arranged for house elves to cook for them, and even consulted the contestants about their eating habits in advance.During this period, Bernick made a serious noise in the audience, saying that if dear Rig didn't order vegetarian food, especially green leafy vegetables, he would immediately sue his superiors.

At that moment, Heimdall almost became the "laughing stock" of the audience.The "Welsh Green Dragon" who had not been seen for several months reappeared in the sky. He tried his best to ignore the horrible taste of the "Green Dragon". After eating a meal, his face also turned green.

It was stipulated at the beginning that the players were not allowed to leave the field before the end of the game, and everyone strictly abided by the rules and regulations, but the spectators were allowed to leave, so the two naturally couldn't wait for it.However, for the convenience of the audience, the organizing committee not only provided food for the contestants, but also provided delicious meals for the audience.Of course, there is an additional charge.

A lot of soup and water could not wash down the disgusting taste in his mouth. Heimdall wiped his mouth with a napkin with a disheveled face.

Another half hour passed and the game continued.

The 10-minute speed race is very frustrating, especially for children with short arms and short legs.Although speed games are popular, they are widely used in the training of professional Quidditch teams. Children who like to play on brooms don't know the tricks in it.It's a hell of a situation when the same form of training that adults adapt to is applied to children.At first, the children who had never tasted it were very excited, chattering and eager to try, as if they had become adults overnight, only the players who knew the situation were serious and worried.

The famous British playwright Bernard Shaw once said: There are two tragedies in life.One is despair; the other is complacency.In the fleeting 10 minutes, the children on the field thoroughly experienced the life course from tragedy to tragedy.

When it was Heimdall's turn to play, he subconsciously looked at the other two players on the same team.The Seeker looked sleepy, confused, as if he had gone to the wrong place; the other was pale, maybe thinking too much...

Heimdall groaned inwardly, looking at this posture, it is impossible to count on the two of them.At this moment, he didn't remember the suggestive words said by the chief referee that he didn't need to care about winning or losing, and he began to talk about the short and long without knowing it.

Before going on the field, Heimdall's mind was spinning rapidly.Start on all sides, thinking about the possibilities and the outcomes they lead to.The results were not as expected.No matter how he assumes, how he speculates, how he analyzes the unexpected situations that can be imagined in the game, once his own understanding is pushed away from the known and pushed to the unknown, the logic will start to tell him tirelessly and repeatedly: You kid must lose Crap.

He left logic on the sidelines and took to the sky on a broomstick, landing where the umpire had designated the Russian batsman to be.

The whistle sounded, and the 36th game started.

There was an enthusiastic howl from the auditorium, and a group of children in school uniforms of different colors danced in the auditorium holding colored rehearsals, red orange yellow green blue blue purple.Their wolves howled one after another, overwhelming the crowd, and spared no effort to suppress other applause. The level of shamelessness is unique to anyone else.They ignored the glaring gazes of other spectators, the referee's whistle, and the astonished gazes of the players on the sidelines.

Under the leadership of the curly-haired boy, the unscrupulous people were happily and shamelessly, even more excited than last time.There is a reason for this. The latest round of the maintenance and repair competition has already started, and the ones left in the broomstick speed competition are those who have agreed to skip the competition from the very beginning.These great people are mainly divided into two groups. One is the top ten rankings, and they don’t care about missing a game. It doesn’t matter to them whether they get points in this game; They couldn't climb into the top ten after ten more games, so these people were more fearless than those in the top ten.

Finally, after another round of howling, the head of the VK regiment couldn't sit still.He left his seat and rushed in front of the unscrupulous people, angrily accusing: "Are you guys cheering up?! Will you cheer up! Don't come out to shame people!" Such unorganized and undisciplined wailing and howling, let him be this la la How embarrassing is the head of the regiment.

The unscrupulous people looked at each other, and the curly-haired boy immediately gave them a wink, and the unscrupulous people shut their mouths obediently.

After that, the unscrupulous people re-invested in the new applause under the example of the head of the VK regiment.

The audience was surprised to find that there is no most shameless, only more shameless.

The turmoil in the audience can't affect the game. The tension on the field is on the verge of breaking out. Every player dare not be careless in the slightest. They put all their minds into it, and they can't hear the bluffs outside the field.

The "Lithuanian team" is already in position. After watching the first 35 games, Heimdall is very clear about the strength of "Lithuania".This is a very professional team consisting of seven adults, which is one of the reasons why the "ignorant" children were excited at first.The speed match that the organizing committee arranged for them was not the referee team that Heimdall guessed, but a genuine professional team.Although he has never heard of their names, and has never seen the team badge painted on the team's blue uniform, regardless of where they are, the word "professional" is already very telling.

This team has meticulously restored Lithuania in 1873. Under their interpretation, people seem to have seen the glorious moment of the miracle team that turned defeat into victory.

Perhaps the organizing committee's arrangement is a bit of a fuss, and it is suspected that the big bully the small, but since people are willing to come here to bully you, it shows that they have extraordinary psychological endurance.The first 35 games told Heimdall that they will not be merciful to children who have not even grown hair. These guys take money to do their jobs and do their jobs. Therefore, it is useless to fluke.

At the same moment the referee blew his whistle, the Lithuanian team moved rapidly.The flying skills of these seven people are very good, and they may have been simulated countless times beforehand.Heimdall was involuntarily flustered when faced with provocations from professional players.Lithuania's batsmen are well aware of the movement of the bludger and control it with ease.Soon, one of the Russian team's chasers was knocked out by the ball.Although he never expected the referee to be helpful to his team, within half a minute after the start of the match, six players were missing and one was missing. The dangerous situation sounded the alarm for Heimdall.

He quickly urged the broom to move back and forth in the field. If he stayed where he was in the Quidditch field, he would be an easy target.In addition to trying to harm others, batsmen also have to protect themselves from being harmed by hostile batsmen.After narrowly dodging an oncoming Bludger, Heimdall quickly broke away from the existing flight path and ran in the opposite direction.

He's been seducing opposing batters, dangling in front of them on purpose, but the opponent just doesn't fall for it.Focused on finding trouble with the Russian Chasers, when another Chaser was swept out, the Russian team was left with one Seeker, two Hitters, one Chaser and one goalkeeper.The keeper had been tangling with the Quaffle since the start of the game, and Heimdall felt it was time to pay back.

After making up his mind, he made a ninety-degree turn in the air and rushed straight towards the Bludger. The moment he passed by the Bludger, he swung his bat and slammed the Bludger with lightning speed. He flew out at a speed that covered his ears.

There was a burst of exclamation from the audience.

The bludger landed on the Russian team's seeker. Could it be that the Russian team's hitter hit an "own goal" by mistake? !The predictions on and off the pitch were wrong.An own goal didn't happen, and the Bludger whizzed past the Russian Seeker's cheek and hit the Lithuanian goalkeeper.The goalkeeper was knocked over the goal post by the rampant big iron ball and fell down along the goal post.

The audience cheered thunderously. The two Chasers who shot down the Russian team just now failed to get such applause, which shows that the masses like to sympathize with the weak.

Probably the "goal from the gods" played the role of knocking mountains and shaking tigers. Both opponents and teammates showed more or less surprise and vigilance.The way he looked at him was different.

Heimdall took the opportunity to rub his right hand. The shot just now made his mouth tingle. The strength of an adult is really strong, and those Bludgers are much heavier than usual when playing tickets.

Just when Heimdall was secretly glad that he could kill the opponent's goalkeeper, the opponent quickly responded with a ball, and their Seeker was sent flying.The ignorant Seeker who hadn't figured out the situation finally drank a pot hard. Before he could even groan, he passed out and fell to the ground in one piece.

marvelous!Heimdall gritted his teeth and smiled back. The 150 points were completely gone. I wanted to get lucky. I shouldn’t judge people by their appearance. Maybe their Seekers were unexpectedly capable, but it turned out to be like this.How reconciled does this make him!

Heimdall swung the bat with one stroke, and the Bludger that flew to his side made a buzzing sound, drew a strange arc in the air, and hit the opponent's batter straight from behind. Caught off guard, he was hit right on the ground, his body was knocked off the broomstick, and he fell straight down holding the bat.As if that wasn't enough, Heimdall quickly caught the path of another Bludger, and drove the broom to fly over completely by instinct, brushing the flight path of the iron ball and swinging the bat downward, and the Bludger shot out obliquely. Piercing the tail of the Chaser of the Lithuanian team, the player flew to the sidelines on the overwhelmed and malfunctioning broom, and had no choice but to abstain.

Heimdall's bravery inspired the Chasers in his team. Young players like him, who had been useless before, suddenly became extremely brave. Accurately smashed into the opponent's goal, creating consecutive successes for the Russian team.

Heimdall kept an eye on the Lithuanian Seeker, and if he sped up suddenly, it meant the Snitch had appeared.Heimdall doesn't need to compete with him in speed, what he has to do is to prevent the seeker from getting the little golden ball, instead of grabbing the little golden ball with him.

At the same moment when the opponent's Seeker accelerated, Heimdall moved, and he rushed in the opposite direction. At the moment when he caught up with the new wave of attacks from the intersection of the two Bludgers, he raised the ball The stick drew one of them back the same way, and the iron ball landed very trickily, and the two batsmen flew towards the ball at the same time to save their chasers.At the same moment, Heimdall turned his head and hit another Bludger with a stick towards the Seeker who was focusing on chasing the Snitch...

The final whistle sounded and 10 minutes had passed.

Heimdall stared at the Seeker who was lucky enough to avoid the fate of the iron ball hitting his head because he stopped the broom suddenly, feeling a sense of loss.

what a shame.

Shocking cheers erupted from the auditorium. Unlike the previous 35 games of "replaying the same old tune" over and over again, they finally saw a different result this time.

***

Only the referee knows how the game will be scored in the end, and Heimdall has no time to take care of it. After the end of the game, his arms were shaking like spasms, and he suffered serious muscle strain due to excessive force.The sideline referee applied some ointment on him, and Heimdall let out a long and comfortable sigh the moment the cold ointment touched his skin.He lowered his head and looked at his embarrassing arms. This is the result of only explosive power, so he sighed in his heart: I really am not athletic.

The Chaser on the same team thanked him excitedly, touting him as if Merlin was alive, saying that if it weren't for him, he wouldn't be so extraordinary.As for the Seeker, who was leaning against the fence beside the court and sighing in frustration, he was refreshed at this moment, what did he do long ago? !

When all the games were over, Heimdall dragged his tired body and walked out of the field.The unscrupulous people disbanded on the spot under the suggestion of the curly-haired boy, and they still have this vision.The senior brothers expressed their understanding for his current appearance, everyone came here like this, and they didn't say anything to disturb him.Adam wanted to say something, but he didn't say a word.

Before leaving the field, Heimdall was stopped.It was his opponent, the grown-ups who had been paid to keep children entertained.The one who stopped him was one of the seven people, who seemed to have something to say to him.

"What's the matter?" Heimdall asked in English.

As a result, the blond man who was not tall but very burly was crackling when he spoke. Heimdall blinked and didn't understand a word.He looked at Bernick blankly, hoping that the language genius could give some hints.

Bernick showed a "let's try" expression, and then discussed with the other party very fluently.After the two talked for a few minutes, Bernick made an apologetic gesture, and the man immediately understood, turned his eyes to look at Heimdall reluctantly, said goodbye to everyone, and left with his companion.

"Aren't they going to settle accounts with me after Qiuhou?" Heimdall thought wildly.

"They've got your eye on you," Bernick said.

Heimdall stared in surprise: "Just because I made them make a fool of themselves in public?"

Bernick shrugged: "Going abroad is nothing compared to Quidditch."

"How did you respond to them?"

"I'll ask them to come back tomorrow."

"What team are they? I've never seen that team logo..."

Bernick laughed, and the others shook their heads one after another, with a look of helplessness that they really couldn't do anything about you.

"You'd better use some snacks for Quidditch. If this continues, the few of us will feel very shameless."

"What's wrong?" Heimdall was a little puzzled.

Bernik patted his forehead: "That's the Polish national selection team, don't tell me you've never heard of the Polish national selection team."

Heimdall thought for a while, then shook his head with certainty: "I haven't heard of it."

Bernick exaggeratedly looked up to the sky and sighed: "I really want to rush to England and ask my sister and Snow Sturluson how they raised you, fortunately Snow is still the director of the Quidditch Union Command! "