HP's Foreign Land

When the two reporters rushed to the park in the middle of the street, they just heard the live broadcast of a broomstick competition for minors in the garden. They looked at each other, but they didn't quicken their pace.These two people are interns of a local wizarding newspaper in the Netherlands. The newspaper they work for is not large, and its circulation in the Netherlands is also very limited.

The editor-in-chief originally didn’t intend to send someone to report on the “Fun Magical Supplies Tournament”, but they couldn’t travel around the world looking for news materials like the “Wizard Leap News”. At present, human and financial resources are full of limitations, so they can only start from the same domestic news. Look for highlights.The seniors were all driven out by the editor-in-chief to dig three feet to find "inspiration", and the two interns were sent to the championship on a fixed-point basis.The editor-in-chief naturally does not expect them to bring forth the new, nor does he need them to bring forth the new, as long as nothing goes wrong.

The two interns also understood this truth, so they were not very motivated to work. Before they came, they went around outside on their own initiative—so they were late, hoping to encounter some emergencies that would help them get rid of the status quo and stand out.But right now, they are listlessly following a few wizards who came here to go deep into the garden, which shows that reality doesn't treat them differently.The taciturnity of the two is in sharp contrast to the cheerful few in front.

The wizards in front who "led the way" for the two stopped by a plane tree, and one of the girls said, "Where do we go next?" Three forked roads appeared in front of them.

The two intern reporters couldn't help but look around when they heard the girl's crisp and melodious voice. When they saw the girl's appearance clearly, their eyes lit up. The one with the camera raised the magic camera, but his colleague pressed it hard and put it down embarrassingly. , unwillingly glanced at the girl a few more times, as if to engrave the appearance of the other party in his mind.

They quickly decided on a direction, and the two trainee reporters hesitated for a moment, then followed them and turned to the first fork on the right.

These wizards don't seem to come from the same country. The two trainee reporters heard them speak French, Italian, and occasionally a sentence or two of English, and other languages ​​that they couldn't tell what they were. .At the same time, they both noticed that these people were well-dressed, well-mannered, and well-bred.

The two trainee reporters sensed the news and made up their minds to follow them to the ends of the earth.

"We should hurry up, Zug may have already started the game." A blond boy said loudly.

The rest of the people quickened their pace, and the two intern reporters took a look and quickly followed.

When they came to the gate of the hedge in Oak Park, there was a loud applause from inside.

The wizard who occasionally muttered a few Italian words hesitated, "Could it be over?"

"It seems to be like this." His female companion pointed to the blackboard next to the fence gate. The blackboard eraser was erasing the games of the minor group, and the words of the adult group were written on the back of the blackboard eraser with white chalk.

"It's all your waste of time!" The Italian-speaking wizard complained to his companions, and was condemned by everyone.

"Obviously we were delayed in order to find you two!"

"Where's Rieger and Krum? Chug hasn't left yet, right?" the calmer wizard among the few asked.

The outcry stopped quickly, they looked forward and were swallowed up by the slightly crowded Oak Park in a short while.

The two intern reporters hurriedly followed, and the "Krum" made them both blush, heartbeat and breathless.

Could it be...

The two reporters looked at each other at the thought of this, and the light in their respective eyes almost blinded the eyes of those around them.

"I saw him, it's Krum!" The blond boy spoke again.

The two trainee reporters put on a straight face, and they tried their best to push through the suddenly crowded crowd, and ran in that direction.When they came to the front after all the hard work, when they saw Victor Krum standing and talking with the organizer of the "Magic Supplies Fun Tournament", the two trainee reporters were in a trance for a while. hazy.

The one holding the pen and paper winked at the camera, and the two of them leaned close to each other slyly, and then suddenly showed the guy who was eating.The one with the camera on his back snapped the shutter while others were unprepared, the one caught everyone by surprise, and the one with the brilliant lights almost caused the person in charge of the organizer to have a myocardial infarction.

"What are you doing!" Victor hurriedly supported the pale-faced elderly person in charge.

The two trainee journalists had just joined the work, and their knowledge of the world was limited, so they shivered in fright, "We...we are reporters from the "Torch News"...we, we are here to interview..."

"It's okay, it's okay." In the end, the person in charge waved his hand to calm things down, and asked with great interest, "What do you want to interview?"

The eyes of the two intern reporters drifted to the master, and the person in charge smiled, feeling a little helpless.Two trainee reporters quickly surrounded the master.

"Mr. Krum, why are you attending the game today?"

Victor's face was not angry but mighty, "Watch the game."

"..." The reporter asked again, "Which link do you like to watch?"

"All links."

"..." The reporter continued to ask persistently, "Which link are you most looking forward to?"

"All links."

The trainee reporter failed.

Victor said: "If you don't mind, you can watch the game with me. I walked around the park, which was very interesting. I hope that your report can arouse the interest of local wizards. play a vital role.”

The two intern reporters couldn't wish more, thanked them again and again, and praised the leader's foresight in their hearts: they deserve to be the editor-in-chief.

The person in charge of the organizer shook hands with the master, and his gratitude was beyond words.

"Krum!" Draco waved to him, they didn't squeeze past just now.

As Victor walked, he said to the two intern reporters, "Those are my friends."

The two trainee reporters had close contact with the beauties again, and couldn't help being elated, and took a few photos of the beauties with their cameras on their backs.

"Who are they?" Draco frowned at the two uninvited guests.

"The reporters who interviewed the championship, they will act with us later." Victor said.

"Interviewing the tournament, not you?" Draco said.

"Interview the championship, if you don't believe me, ask them." Victor turned his head. "The two of you are here to report on this game, right?"

The two intern reporters vaguely said that they were young and had just entered the industry, so they couldn't help being ashamed of their own ulterior motives.

"Where's Rigg?" Not only Draco, but others were also very strange.

"He's on the wand tournament grounds," Victor said.

"He didn't watch the Zug game? How was the Chug game? Did he win?"

"The overall ranking is not bad. I made it into the top ten, but the score is not as high as that of the opponent. It is considered a loss." Victor said regretfully.

"Where are the others?" Everyone looked around and found that other young players had gathered at the door again.

"I think he might need to be alone."

Just at that moment, Stumpy Black passed them proudly, sticking out his tongue at them childishly, much to the satisfaction of winning Chug.

"Where did the defeated general go? Where did he hide and cry?" Stewart couldn't hold back his provocative words after all. "Have so many people cheered him up, isn't he a loser? Where's the great room chief? Cry with him?"

"Hey, come on!" Victor said deadpan. "Do you dare to pat your chest and guarantee that your competition was completed alone? Did you not accept your professor's instructions? Zug's room chief was at the wand competition venue and did not come over, so Zug completed the competition by himself. But you It doesn't seem to be the case."

The underage group had a chance to help out of the field, and of course some points would be deducted accordingly. The total score of the black and fat broomstick was higher, and the score was still far ahead after the insignificant penalty points were deducted.But his game was copied from his professor. In this game, it is not so much that the fat black man defeated Zug, but that the fat black professor defeated Zug.

His plump black cheeks were bulging, "If you lose, you will find excuses."

"You won't be honorable, and you don't even have to make excuses," Victor said.

The others watched with relish, seeing the master take a rare bite of chicken belly, making a child almost cry.

In the end, Hei Pangdun turned around with tears in his eyes and went to complain to the professor.

Facing the playful eyes of his friends, Victor shrugged.

"Brother, I won't applaud you." Little Lacarini patted the master on the shoulder. "Look at how you have been affected by Lige? It turns out that you are always dismissive of facial paralysis."

Victor dodged his hand angrily, "Don't worry about it, at least someone can influence me."

When Professor Lacarini heard this, he almost gritted his big white teeth.

"Here we come." Yael's cry caught everyone's attention.

Although the kid from Zug has a gloomy complexion, his eyes are still bright, so he shouldn't be in the way.Everyone didn't scramble to send words of comfort, but said that he did a good job and ranked very high, and if he made persistent efforts, he might be able to win the top three.

Zugne is full of bullshit. He is fighting as a member of the experimental laboratory this time. He always feels that he has lost face to the director. of brilliant brilliance.

"Is the head of the office angry? You don't want to see me anymore?" Chu Ge kept having a big lump in his heart.

"Your room chief didn't come to watch your game because he believed in you. If you had also used the opportunity of asking for help outside the court just now, it might not be the winner." Victor patted him on the head. "Don't be discouraged, it's not Stewart who won you. The head of the room will understand. The next wand contest will be a good comparison."

Chu Ge, who was hanging in mid-air, suddenly stabilized for the most part, as long as the head of the room is not angry.

"I don't think it's meaningful to compare any further. I want to go back to school and study hard." Zug asked, "Where is the director?"

"Don't jump to conclusions, your room chief will only be angry when you say that." Victor said. "He's on the grounds of the wand tournament."

"What is Rigg doing there?" Draco and the others were curious.

"Review."

"What?" Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, this was too much of a turnaround.

Surprised, Chu Ge danced excitedly, "The head of the room is the head of the room..."

Everyone walked out of the fence gate excitedly.

"Mr. Klum, where are we going?" The two intern reporters obviously didn't keep up.

"The wand playing field."

The two nodded, they still knew this, "The next event."

Master Krum said decisively: "So let's go cheer for the judges first."

The two trainee reporters were in a daze.

Just as a person who enters into a broomstick competition does not necessarily enter into a wand, a wizard who enters into a wand competition does not necessarily have to have previously participated in the broomstick segment.In this championship, you can choose individual links, and you are also welcome to challenge for the championship.So when Heimdall arrived at the scene with the staff, he found a lot of people gathered here.Among the onlookers, there are many families who are out. They lie on the lawn to rest and bask in the sun, or sit on the long board under the shadow of the trees and chat. There are also wizards carrying picnic baskets and searching for suitable places.Rather than waiting for the start of a game, it is actually more appropriate to go out for an outing.

The staff took him to a small wooden house. The shape of the wooden house was simple and primitive, and the space behind the door was much larger than it looked from the outside.The windows in the house were bright and clean, flowers were decorated everywhere, and the road under his feet was winding and secluded. The staff led him all the way to the judging booth.It was a long table, placed in an open area at the end of the passage, behind the table were the judges' seats, and in front of the table were several hardwood chairs, perhaps for the contestants.

The other judges were already in place, and when they saw the two coming over, they stopped talking at the same time.

"Now the judges are all in place." The staff responsible for the event arrangement breathed a sigh of relief. If the judges opened the skylight, it would be embarrassing for the competition, although not many wizards in the Netherlands paid attention to the holding of this interesting competition.

Under the introduction of the staff, Heimdall shook hands with the judges one by one. Under the friendly smiles of the judges, there was unsurprisingly suspicious eyes, after all, he looked so young.In the world of wand judging, which is mainly based on qualifications, Heimdall is just a fledgling, no, it should be said that he is equivalent to a toddler learning to speak.

"Mr. Sturlusson is in charge of judging the juvenile group," the staff said in a timely manner to relieve the pressure that had fallen on Heimdall's shoulders. "Our chief judge, Mr. Arpad will assist."

In other words, the juvenile group only needs one judge, and the other judges are from the adult group.

Heimdall guessed that he wanted to say supervisor, but he temporarily changed his words out of concern for his own face.

The general judge of the wand session originally envisaged the old man Ollivander, but unfortunately he was declined by the old man. Now the general judge is Adair Arpad, a famous Hungarian wand maker.Yael and Todor's wands come from the Arpad Wand Shop.Todor said his classmates all used Arpad wands.

It is worth mentioning that Adair Arpad has a giant pedigree.

When the staff took Heimdall to meet Adair, he was sitting on a special wooden chair, which was bigger than ordinary chairs.Heimdall has grown up in the wizarding world, and has never seen a real giant. He has only seen Hagrid and Madame Maxime, two wizards who are related to giants. Adair Alpad is the third.

Alpad was not as tall as Hagrid. He was only a quarter of the giant blood, and his height of less than two meters and three meters was not too eye-catching.The giant's hairy features are almost invisible on his body. Except for the background color, at first glance he is a very ordinary tall and thin man.

Mr. Alpad has gray half-length curly hair, a pair of brown eyes, and his face is not deeply wrinkled. He seems to be younger than Ollivander, but Heimdall once heard the old man say that Arpad is as old as Ollivander. Fan De's father was a genuine long-lived wizard, perhaps his giant bloodline played a key role in anti-aging.

It is reasonable to say that Alpad is older than Ollivander, and he should be ahead of the old man in terms of seniority, but today's wand-making circles still respect Ollivander as one of the main pioneers, and Alpad will always be listed after Ollivander .This does not mean that the old man Ollivander is superior in skills, of course it has something to do with it, mainly because Alpad is a monk halfway through.He was supposed to inherit the family business and run the farm, until one day a broken wand sparked an incomparable light in his eyes.

Alpad stretched out his hand to Heimdall first, and Heimdall was flattered, and quickly held it.

"Hello, I have long known your name, Mr. Arpad."

"I've also admired you for a long time." Alpad's voice was not as deep as expected.

"Don't dare to do it," Heimdall said.

Then, this Mr. Alpad stopped talking and looked at the two people in front of him coldly, as if telling them that you can kneel down.

The staff left the stage sadly under such gazes. Director Strulusson wanted to be sad together, but was told by the staff, "You two can chat more and get to know each other. The minor group below will depend on you to worry more."Director Sturlusson was embarrassed and sad.

It is estimated that the other judges have been rejected by Arpad, and none of them came to chat and laugh. Once the staff left, the place seemed empty and lonely.

Lucky to be dressed coolly... go back and forth, come back again, Mr. Sturlusson's cool clothes flashed through the head of Mr. Sturlusson. Everything is beautiful when he moves, sits, and sleeps. he.

Ouch!Heimdall staggered forward suddenly, his forehead almost knocked against the orchid-studded stylepost, and when he looked back, he saw Alpad retracting his arm and winking at him, as if to let him lean over.

Heimdall was a little puzzled, and after walking over, he heard him whisper: "Are you Ollivander's apprentice?"

"I am not a formal apprentice to Mr. Ollivander."

Arpad waved his hand impatiently, "You learned wand making from him, isn't that right?" He kept lowering his voice like a thief.

Heimdall also imitated his hoarse voice, "I have learned it, and I have benefited a lot."

Arpad smiled, and then said, "Take that out and let me see!"

"You mean?"

"that is……"

"Ah, Mr. Arpad!" An official from the local Ministry of Magic came to make friends with Arpad. "Your attendance makes us extremely excited, and the humble venue is full of brilliance because of you." Heimdall was pushed aside as he spoke, and he seized the favorable terrain.

Heimdall glanced at the colorful venue decorated with flowers, many varieties he had never seen before, thinking that the official's luxury standard does not know the scale.

Arpad returned to his glamorous state again, even though the officials flattered him to the fullest, he refused to give him a smile.The official, who had been talking to himself, couldn't hold back any longer, and just made up an excuse to leave the venue.

"That white-haired Sturluson!"

Heimdall looked back unhappy, "What's the matter?"

"Take out your wand and let me have a look!" Arpad's big eyes sparkled.

"Why?" Heimdall was not very cooperative.

"I've heard Ollivander blowing that wand a long time ago, and what he said is more mysterious than that Elder Wand, show it to me quickly, and I want to see what kind of thing he is blowing so much about."

"Mr. Arpad." Someone greeted him not far away.

Alpad's face was suddenly noble and glamorous as if conjuring, and he nodded indifferently, "You are here too, good afternoon."

The man smiled and walked away.

Alpad turned his face away, rubbed his hands and said, "Hurry up, hurry up, what are you dawdling about!"

This situation made the elder Situ Lusong have the urge to be full of emotions.

"What do you think?"

"What are you talking about, kid? How else can you see it?!"

Chief Sturluson was taken aback, "Didn't Mr. Ollivander say that?"

Alpad frowned, "I just wanted to come to see what he said after hearing what he said, take it out quickly."

"Are you sure you haven't missed anything?" Heimdall asked unwillingly.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Then, a Li Xiaoge with a pair of horns growing on his head, a pair of black bat wings on his back, and a black pointed lizard tail crawled out from the depths of his heart. This is the legendary Li Xiaoge. ·black.

"Hurry up, the next round is about to start." Alpad was still urging, although he only had a quarter of the giant blood, his temper was as irritable and irritable as the giant, lacking the most basic patience.

Chief Sturluson smiled and took out his wand.

Arpad's eyes lit up, and he hastily stretched out his hand, but Heimdall avoided it.

"This is for you to see for yourself," said Heimdall.

"Stop talking nonsense."

The wand was taken away in a blink of an eye, and in the next second, lightning flashed, making people almost blinded. The silver-white electric current spread rapidly from Alpad's finger to his whole body, and there were screams in the arena.All the judges gathered around and asked what happened.The staff and the official who had just left also ran over, thinking that something was wrong.

Xiaoge in the horn quickly folded his wings, covered his tail, turned his head and jumped back.

Heimdall took a step forward and snatched back his wand, and the terrifying electric spark disappeared without a trace.

The wizards around immediately surrounded Arpad, scrambling to express their anxiety and condolences, and the most asked was the sentence, "Are you okay?"

Arpad, with slightly burnt curly hair, waved his arm vigorously, opening a gap in the obstructing wall, staring at Heimdall dissatisfied and saying, "I haven't seen it yet, what are you grabbing!"

"I'm afraid you will be shocked..." Li Xiaoge Bai, wearing a halo on his head, took back the home court and whipped the conscience of Director Strulusson vigorously.

"You know now that I'm going to get electrocuted?" Arpad sneered.

Chief Stuluson blushed, "I'm sorry."

"Forget it, I don't blame you, that old guy Ollivander deliberately concealed it, and I will find him to settle the score later." Alpad waved his hand indifferently, and ordered, "Hurry up and bring your wand back to me. Look, I just touched my hand, and I haven't warmed it yet."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Heimdall asked worriedly.

"It may work on ordinary wizards, but giants and trolls may be a question mark. Do you understand what I mean?" Arpad said meaningfully.

Heimdall nodded thoughtfully.

Amidst the exclamation of the wizards, the buzzing and gleaming "grid" was connected again.