HP's Foreign Land

Not only did they spend Christmas together, but they also greeted the first dawn of the New Year together.

Perhaps this is a New Year gift from the Malfoy couple to their only child, a gift that only Draco can unwrap. Friendships cultivated by young people are free from any interest, any purpose, or any adult standard.

Heimdall thought that Snow didn't like the Malfoys. As a result, he and Rommel didn't show up during the whole process. They ticked the same options as the Malfoys.

Before the arrival of January [-]st, the organizing committee did not arrange any more competitions. The usual competition venues were all refurbished and decorated. Some became drink shops, some became magic toy stores, and some were turned into mazes... The referees took off their clothes. The referee uniform has turned into a salesperson, a salesman or a maze guide in a small shop.Sugar Mouse can be regarded as making the best use of everything, and resources are not wasted at all.Every child had a good time, and the adults who joined in the fun were also very happy. In short, the guests had a good time, and everyone praised it.

When Draco was crazy, he lost control like an ordinary child. He would laugh, yell, and fight with others for a candy bar. He would also bargain with the shopkeeper like Heimdall. If you show a embarrassed look, you will secretly smile triumphantly, or even play tricks.With interest, he dragged Heimdall to fly faster on a broomstick, and he would stare in admiration when the brothers occasionally played around on the broomstick.Without the burden of the family, and temporarily throwing away the so-called aristocratic upbringing, he is just a simple Draco.

He is also very interested in Heimdall's textbooks and often reads them.Potions has been read the most, history of magic has been questioned the most, black magic has been peeped the most, herbology has read the middle part, astronomy has only read the table of contents...

For the first time, Heimdall was surprised to find him flipping through his textbooks, which were all in German.

"I can't tolerate people speaking a language I don't understand in front of me." When Heimdall asked about this, he raised his eyebrows and replied as a matter of course.

When Heimdall asked him casually how long he had been learning German, Draco didn't check for a while, and then he admitted embarrassedly, because Heimdall wrote a letter about Durmstrang when he was in school. With German as the official language, he made up his mind to learn it.

Later, Heimdall talked with him in German and found that his enunciation was clear and fluent, and his writing was not a major problem. His basic knowledge was solid, but he was rusty due to lack of exercise. Many words took a while to speak and write down.Heimdall therefore suggested that they communicate in German in the future, so that the amount of training can be increased without additional costs.Draco happily agreed.

Day by day passed, and the time for Draco to leave was getting closer and closer.In the early morning of January [-]st, the two climbed onto a small hill and stood side by side facing the place where the sun was about to rise.No one spoke.Draco's face was sullen and expressionless, and the blue-black surroundings cast a trace of gloom. This gloom climbed up the corners of his brows and lips, and gradually spread throughout his body, making his whole body melt into the dark background.

When the first light of dawn jumps over the horizon, the light is not dazzling, but the temperature of the slightly cool air suddenly rises, and the light radiates a colorful rainbow light piercing the darkness and piercing the sky.

The morning light illuminated Draco's face, diluting the gloom between his brows.

"It's my turn to see you next time." Heimdall said, looking straight ahead.

Draco didn't speak, as if six or seven centuries had passed, he lifted his chin and nodded arrogantly.

Heimdall found that he had turned back into Master Malfoy again.

Just as abrupt as when he came, Draco did not drag his feet when he left. He greeted several senior brothers briefly and politely, thanking them for their hospitality.Politely asked Victor for an autographed photo.When saying goodbye, he didn't take a second look at Heimdall, simply shook hands, and left with restraint.

"This cousin is really tired, you must not imitate him." After that, Duncan warned Heimdall.

***

Even after a year has passed, the Sugar Rat Race is still called the Sugar Rat Race, and will not change to another name, just like the broomstick speed race, and it still maintains its nonsensical style from time to time, just like today.

All the players were brought into the game site ahead of time, and this time they were brought into a huge warehouse, which was different from the previous path.The reason why Heimdall recognized it as a warehouse was because the shelves as high as the ceiling were filled with all kinds of brooms. In addition to flying brooms, there were also a wide variety of broom tools, maintenance, and even repairs. Yes, even the dragon belt straps that tie the broomstick branches are displayed.

When the sideline referee who led the way told them that the things here can be used casually, the competition will relax the control on the type of broom, as long as the broom in this room can be used for competition.Give them half an hour to prepare.

The kids looked at me and I looked at you. No one made a move until someone picked up a leather elbow pad from the shelf next to him and put it on his arm, and the players really got into a commotion.Everyone rushed to the shelf where the brooms were placed, calling the ladder to climb up and down, and they were very busy.

Before leaving, the referee suddenly raised his voice and said to them: "The weather is not good today, there may be thunderstorms, please prepare in advance." After speaking, he left, regardless of whether the players heard it or not.

Heimdall was silent for a moment. After finding the broom he liked, he picked up a bucket of waterproof varnish and painted it carefully.Heimdall is not the only one who thinks of painting waterproof paint, some children have also done it, but the craftsmanship is not good, either the application is not uniform enough or the paint is not in place at all, thanks to the team competition, Heimdall is now very handy in painting. .

After half an hour passed, the contestants entered the arena carrying their own brooms, and then they were dumbfounded.The competition field was full of wind and rain, rumbling thunder, and white lightning shuttled back and forth between the thick clouds, making the eyelids of the contestants twitch involuntarily.The auditorium was filled with colorful umbrellas, which were arranged by the referees in advance to embarrass the audience who could not embarrass the audience who bought tickets.

Many contestants wanted to rush back to apply waterproof paint, but the preparation time had passed, and it would be a foul to turn back, so they had to bite the bullet and go on.Although the children who have been painted with waterproof varnish are secretly thankful, they also have a worry. After all, the craftsmanship is not up to standard, and they don't know how the waterproof effect will be.Whether it was the one who was secretly happy that he had painted the paint, or the one who was worried that the paint was not authentic, or the one who hadn't even touched the paint bucket, all the players realized at that moment that the game was starting to be real.

In short, the venue for the first broomstick speed competition at the beginning of the new year was full of storms, thunder and thunder... the clouds were gloomy.

From the information that Heimdall has inquired before, we can see that the sugar mouse competition has a so-called bonus point system, that is, they may set up obstacles in small places that you don’t care about, and you don’t know it hurts if you fall; or like today It hurts so much that you can't regret it.The extra points system will not deduct the total points, but it will affect the total points. When the total points of two people are the same, the extra points will be the key to determine the outcome.In other words, the Sugar Mouse Contest has begun to play tricks.

The content of the game is very old-fashioned, and it can be regarded as a regression.It was the same as in the first round, simply comparing speed.The referees are still the same as at that time, the venue is still the same as that time, the cloth strips used as the cordon are still the same, the players are still the same players, the audience may have changed slightly, the only thing that has changed the most is the weather.

When a thunderbolt slammed down, the faces of the contestants changed. A cloth belt suddenly caught fire and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye. It was washed away by the rain without a trace.

There was commotion in the auditorium, probably shocked by the scene.

[Don't worry,] The referee's voice sounded at the right time. 【This one just looks scary, but it’s actually nothing compared to the real Thunderbolt. 】Heimdall stared at the blank space blocked by the cloth strip just now, speechless for a long time, "not worth mentioning" can burn the cloth strip, and it's still raining... He looked up at the sky, Under the dense rainwater, he saw a white light flashing in the clouds, as if saying hello to him.

***

It's really not that Heimdall has bad intentions or ulterior motives. He was disappointed when the referee told them that brooms would be distributed separately and the brooms in their hands could not be used.Heimdall has never seen what happens when a broom is not painted with waterproof paint, but it unfortunately encounters a rainy day. He has never seen it, and frankly he would like to.When I wandered around behind Benson, I only saw him doing acclimatization experiments on fully armed broomsticks. Durmstrang's broomstick laboratory is very stingy, and asking them to donate a broomstick to do destructive experiments is almost unreasonable. It's like wanting their lives.Heimdall had seen these guys' bad tempers before.

So when the referee asked him if he wanted to change his broom, Heimdall said no.Of course, it wasn't that he couldn't think about it, and made fun of his own game. He felt that the broom he chose was very good, and he didn't need to change to a better one.

Different from the first game, this time he rode on the broom calmly and flew to the designated height smoothly.The torrential rain reduced the visibility to a very low level, and even wearing protective goggles, the vision was still somewhat obstructed.Riding a broom on a rainy day is definitely not a pleasure. Wetness will make you uncomfortable, and the key is that your hands will slip.Competitive broomsticks are born for speed. In order to minimize wind resistance, the handles of the broomsticks are polished very smooth. Some expensive high-end products can be described as shiny and recognizable.

With the bare pole and the washing of the rain, fortunately Heimdall had chosen a pair of competition gloves before, otherwise life must be difficult.There has already been a dangerous situation where the hand slipped and almost fell off the broom. The lessons learned from the past are vivid, and the players in Heimdall's group are becoming more and more careful, fearing that if they are not careful, they will break their necks.

The warning icon is also bigger and brighter than usual, and it is very dazzling in the rain. When Heimdall heard the word "Start" in his ears, his body was already moving. The moment he set off, he felt that his reaction was not slow. At least not the last one.The one on the left flew very close to him, and Heimdall couldn't figure out whether he had crossed the line or he had crossed the line, so he just walked forward with his instinct.

The acceleration of the broomstick reveals its terrifying hidden side against the background of the harsh environment. The rain turned into a murder weapon, and the face was very painful. A large amount of water was not only poured into the neckline, but also kept drilling into the ears. The sound of water splashes was almost inaudible.For some reason, Heimdall felt restless, irritable for no reason, and the end was ahead.The player on the left flew closer than before. Heimdall instinctively wanted to distance himself from him, but he just moved his whole body. If he got out of the way, he would not be able to catch the player on the right who was flying side by side with him. Heimdall has been competing with that player. If he chooses to distance himself at this time, he will undoubtedly give up the good situation.

In fact, like that player, he didn't know where he was. He just gritted his teeth and competed with the enemies he could see. At least, they thought at the same time: I want to be faster than him!

Heimdall's uneasiness became reality. The man on the left suddenly tilted, and the broom rushed out obliquely. Heimdall, who flew closest to him, naturally bore the brunt. He gritted his teeth and pressed down on the broomstick, out of control. The broom brushed over his head...

Just one second before this group of players crossed the finish line, there was an exclamation from the audience. It turned out that one of the players in this group flew sideways for some reason, and even went out diagonally and hit the goalpost directly.He broke the broom and knocked himself unconscious.

After crossing the finish line, Heimdall let out a long breath. He tore off the goggles and wiped his face with his hands.

It wasn't the same as the first race, he knew right away where he was - last in the group.