HP's Foreign Land

The one, two, three, and four actually mean scene transitions. They are usually used when writing articles, but they will be deleted before uploading. Recently, they are simply used as dividing lines, so they are not deleted.

one,

"Top floor?"

Rommel raised his head, the fashionable skyscrapers shone with a cold and hard luster of metallic texture, his brows frowned slightly.The emotional outburst was fleeting, at least not to the beauties who stood at the entrance of the building handing out small team flags to the spectators waiting in line to get in.

Today's amateur Quidditch match took place at the top of a not-yet-completed skyscraper. Behind them was a messy construction site. Although they couldn't see the bustling construction scene, there were no signs of Muggles wearing hard hats. There is a lot of noise, stones, steel bars, tools, etc. are piled up everywhere. This construction site is not as well-organized as it is advertised.

The wizards waiting in line looked up from time to time, because a bundle of unknown objects hung above their heads, and the wide shadows enveloped the people on the ground. The huge size and sharp appearance made people shudder.Everyone knew that under the arrangement of the organizers, it would definitely not fall off, but they still felt very insecure, pushing and shoving forward in the team, hoping to get out of the shadows as soon as possible.

The two beauties at the door were wearing wizard robes with their respective team badges on them, one of them was wearing a golden snitch-style cap, and his two golden wings flapped spontaneously, walking back and forth in the team, selling badge balloons to people; There are more than a dozen transformable magic badges pinned to his body, and they are handed out to everyone. Almost every spectator who supports the team has received one.

The two teams competing today are: Flying Sherbet Team and Prestige Parchment Team

Don't think that one of these two sells sherbet and the other sells wizard stationery.In fact, Feitian Sherbet is an amateur team of the traffic control management center, and the players of the mighty parchment are from the international standard identification and setting center.

They are all departments under the International Federation of Wizards.

In other words, today's competition is an internal game of the International Federation of Wizards, and most of the audience are employees and their families of the Federation of Wizards.

The beauty with winged hat hooked up Mionier with colorful balloons, and the little friends couldn't take their eyes off it.The beauties wearing the badges were not to be outdone, and more than a dozen badges rotated in unison, colorful and dizzying.The little pot friend's mosquito coil coiled his eyes.

Inquisitor Sturluson unceremoniously took both.

The two beauties still didn't give up, and rushed to sell to the next three mature and attractive men.The bright smile, the positive attitude, the rippling eyes, the combined use of hands and feet, the body always leaning in a certain direction... The variety of methods is amazing.

The three men calmly and unanimously raised the small flags in their hands, all with the striking words "referee cheer" printed on a black background.

The two beauties retreated instantly. (PS: You should add the sentence "Three men have a wicked smile"...)

Heimdall tied the balloon on his wrist, and Mionir played with the magic emblem curiously.I don't know if it was too much force or the quality of the badge needs to be improved. Before they took their seats, the badge was snapped into two pieces.The pattern remains motionless as if the pause button is pressed, and the rotation transformation function fails.

Mionier was stunned for a moment, ready to cry.

"If it's broken, it's broken. Daddy will fix it for you." At that moment, the little papa was very angry, and the recovery was staged again.

"This thing is for viewing, not for playing. Can I pin it to your clothes?" Heimdall spread out the repaired badge in his hand.

Mionir looked at the velvet smokel on his chest, hesitated for a moment, shook his head, took the badge and stuffed it into the pocket of the small cloak out of sight.

Then I took a small black flag with the words "Baba is so powerful, I love you" written on it from my little papa, and held it in my hand, and people waved it frantically.

two,

Their seats were relatively farther back, and the entire venue was only two-thirds full. Except for the front, there was no one behind them.

Snow seems to have let go of his burden and stretched his limbs; Rommel took out his pipe and raised his legs indistinctly; only Professor Lange was consistent and meticulous, and maintained a high degree of demeanor no matter where he was, which is different from his childhood etiquette education. related to the way.

Heimdall couldn't help flirting for a while, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and decided to give up the idea of ​​letting Mionnier learn from Lange.He can't do it himself, so he won't force the child to go to the next level.If the child wants to follow suit later, let him figure it out on his own.

"Father——" Mionier vigorously waved the cheering flag, and yelled along with others.

"It's not Dad's turn yet." Heimdall said with a smile.

There were frequent applause from the audience in the arena, which was the practice before the start of the game. The two teams took turns to play, and the commentator introduced the information of the players.It is said that the Wizards FM in Belgium will broadcast the game live today. I don't know how many listeners have gathered in front of the radio.

After all the players of the two teams have finished playing, the referee will appear next.Generally speaking, the referee does not need to spend too much time and words when appearing on the field, it is purely following the process.After all, no matter how detailed your introduction is, the audience may not buy it.

Victor Krum's name flashed past people's ears, everyone was stunned for a moment, many people didn't realize it, and the huge speakers sounded passionate pre-match music.After the two teams showed off before the game, they first came to the side of the field to listen to the coach's final instructions, and then the captains of the two teams gathered in front of the referee to listen to the same pre-match warning from the referee.This is also a process, so don't be careless.

According to the rules of the Quidditch competition, the referee council stipulates that the referee must fulfill the obligation of notification before the game, that is, what can and cannot be done must be clearly stated-just like the test room regulations read by the invigilator before the test, although the Quidditch Qi generally did not say that there was a foul, but there are still principled issues that need to be observed.

The emotions of the audience reached their peak in an instant, and everyone was eager to try, as if they were about to go up to the competition.Only a few spectators were still thinking about the referee's name that quickly passed by their ears, and they muttered in their hearts.

"Dad—Dad———" Mionir yelled, because Heimdall told him that it's time to work hard... The lung capacity of the little friend is astonishing.

Heimdall lifted up the ADHD-like child in a nonchalant manner, and the wizard in front of him looked back frequently, not knowing who the child was cheering on.

A certain spectator in the front row smiled and asked Mionier, who was tired from the intermission, "Is your father on the field?"

Mionier smiled foolishly, "Dad..."

The audience couldn't help laughing, "Which team is your father in? What position is he playing?"

Mionier blinked his eyes and remained silent for a while, with a dazed look on his face. He didn't know, or he didn't have the concept at all.

The adults, including Heimdall, watched with a smile, without making a sound.

Mionir held back for a while, pursed his mouth, then clenched his fists and yelled, "Dad!"

The adults laughed, and the audience who asked the question was rocked with laughter.

"He's so cute," the audience says to Heimdall.

"Thank you," Heimdall said.

When the spectator finally saw what was written on the small flag, the surprise on his face was obvious.

"Your father is the referee?"

Mionier still shouted the unshakable slogan: "Dad!"

three,

After the game started, loud applause continued to erupt in the arena, and the wizards nervously followed the progress of the game.Of course, there are also quite a few, such as the Strulusson family, who focus on chatting and occasionally glance at the climax of the game.

At this time, Mionir had been picked up by Snow, and the young grandpa talked to him patiently, telling Mionier what happened on the court.Even though the former office director of the British Ministry of Magic in charge of Quidditch changed his post, he still continued to shine and contribute to the development of Quidditch.

Whenever Victor urged the broom to change direction, Heimdall would habitually wave down the small flag. Over time, he would shake his hand no matter whether the master moved or not...

"Father, there is something I want you to check for me." Heimdall thought for a long time before deciding to talk to his father.

Rommel took down the pipe from his mouth.His son seldom asks him for help in such a serious manner. Even when he encounters the most difficult problems, he usually perseveres by himself, which makes Chairman Sturluson always doubt his own value.

"what's up?"

"That's right." Heimdall said and leaned towards him.

This involuntary gesture of guilty conscience made Rommel even more curious.

"Can you check why Victor's silver star referee failed this time..." Heimdall whispered, but his eyes were fixed on every move of someone in the field, and he continued to smile deceptively.

Rommel felt a bit Spartan when he heard Victor's name, and it was true... But after thinking about Heimdall's words, his interest was aroused.

"Isn't he confident? Why didn't he pass? Did you make a mistake?"

Heimdall pretended not to understand his father's sarcasm, "I wonder too, I believe in Victor's ability, there is no doubt about it, but it just didn't pass."

Heimdall put on a very distressed look, lightly dismissing his father's impolite words.

Rommel took a drag on his cigarette and glanced at him.

Heimdall looked back with a smile, and sat upright from the neck down.

Rommel gave a short smile.

Heimdall was relieved to see this smile.

"If I remember correctly, this year's silver star referee qualifications have not yet been announced to the public, how did you know in advance?" Rommel said leisurely.

"I asked someone to inquire about it."

"This is not something ordinary people can find out. Although the referee council is not very prominent in the International Federation of Wizards, which has so many departments that it is outrageous, the main partners are several wizarding sports organizations such as the Quidditch League, but anyway It is an indispensable large-scale department, especially in the assessment and management of Silver Star and above levels, it is particularly strict, and no one knows how many places are available and who they are before the announcement."

"I had a meal with one of the judges in IW," Heimdall said.

"What else?" Rommel didn't believe that a mere judge could cross the line confidently.

"The judge's wife gave birth to a daughter the year before last. Her wife was of Muggle origin. The judge himself is a half-blood wizard, and his grandmother's family has a history of wizarding genetics."

Up to this point, Rommel has basically pieced together the outline of the story at the speed of his mind.

"In this case, he should take his daughter to a specialized therapist for genetic disease screening as soon as possible." Rommel did not intend to speed up the storytelling.

"Yes, but I said earlier that he is a half-blood wizard, and his wife..."

"Muggle-born."

Heimdall nodded, "It may not be appropriate for me to say that it's unfair, because I haven't experienced it personally, and I don't know how much harm discrimination can bring to a wizard family. But the fact is that it is true, and he managed to replace him." My daughter was listed for the investigation, but the ranking is very low, I don't know how long I will wait for the real round."

Rommel took a puff of smoke, "If an unfortunate illness occurs during the queue, it will be a fundamental cleaning of the 'purity' of the wizarding world. Some guys must think so in their hearts."

Heimdall said: "I helped him solve this problem, his daughter has been checked, and everything is normal."

"This judge..."

Heimdall rubbed his nose, "His grandfather is one of the officials of the referee council, and I heard that his position is not low. His grandfather opposed him marrying his current wife because of the potential crisis in the other family, but he was obsessed with it. I I am very grateful to his grandfather for not being embarrassed, otherwise it would not be my turn to arrange the investigation."

Rommel smiled slightly, "It's quite capable."

Heimdall said embarrassingly: "With my current value, I can only do so far, and there is no way to further find out the reason."

Rommel was more interested in Heimdall's "connections".

"How did you solve the investigation problem? Ask Mrs. Krum for help?" Rommel asked curiously.

"No." Heimdall shook his head. "One summer vacation, I stayed at the IW external window for a period of time, helping wizards in the society to provide free legal consultation. There I met an official from the International Magical Injury Treatment Center, who was just a senior therapist at that time , when I asked him for help, he was already the director of a small department under the treatment center. His job happened to be linked to the investigation of genetic diseases. I treated him to a meal and settled some legal matters for his relatives. A small dispute - his relative finally got rid of the nightmare of being beaten up, and then he happily got me a slightly earlier investigation number."

This "front" should not just be "slightly"? !

Rommel stroked Heimdall's head with a smile. He seemed to be in a good mood. He hadn't done this since Heimdall was 16 years old. Obviously, his son's dishonest behavior pleased his father.In fact, Rommel is not afraid of having a judge in his family who clamors to do justice for the sky all day long. He doesn't want to see Heimdall become a little white cat who can't even see gray. Absolute purity does not exist in this world.

The happy dad said generously, "If I find out the reason, what are you going to do?"

Heimdall thought for a while and said: "First of all, it depends on whether it is a problem of ability. Once it is found that it is not caused by Victor's limited ability, if I can solve it with my current ability, I will find a way to solve it. Even if I have no choice, at least I know what it is. Something happened."

After all, there was still no plan to let Rommel go out, and Dad found himself a soy saucer again.

"I've heard about this." Snow, who had been muttering to Mionir, suddenly turned his head and said.

Even Professor Langer, who seemed to be devoid of distractions, came over and said that he had heard from his friends.

Sturlusson and his son were speechless for a while, and their feelings had been overheard.

"I heard that the upper echelons of the Quidditch League are about to reshuffle the cards, and the Referee Council will definitely take action," Snow said.

Heimdall's heart moved, "The upper echelon of IW is probably going to take action. There are rumors that Chief Gironde plans to retire."

The three adults all showed thoughtful expressions.

"It's not surprising, it's the same everywhere. To put it bluntly, the innovation remains the same forever." A moment later, the corners of Rommel's mouth curled up sarcastically. "You can guess what those who are ready to stir up trouble are thinking: the 50th anniversary of the victory of the Great War has passed, and it is time to let the old guys 'rest in peace'."

Only Mionier, who can't understand the magic horse, watched the game wholeheartedly from beginning to end, or watched the referee on the field.

Papa is so handsome!Quidditch is fun!Mionnell said so.

four,

"Dad—dad—dad—" Mionnell couldn't stop for a moment, and even when they got home, he kept waving the flag.

Heimdall looked at the baby jumping up and down like a monkey, and turned to ask her husband, "Do you think he will use 'Daddy' as a cheering slogan in the future?"

Victor was overjoyed, but pretended to be thoughtful on his face.

"It's not impossible." The master said solemnly.

"My son will hate you when he's sensible," Heimdall said.

Victor frowned, probably frightened by the brain supplement brought about by this.

"Mionir." He grabbed a baby with a serious face.

Mionir stared at him with wide eyes.

"Come on, what should I say?"

"……dad!"

Heimdall laughed.

Victor looked annoyed, did Rigg really hit the mark? !

"Little fool!" Victor hugged his son, "Of course you have to say "Come on!"

Mionier blinked, "Dad!"

"Say come on."

"dad."

"come on."

"Dad!" Mionier began to struggle.

The master hugged him in frustration, "Hey, read to me, come on."

"Father..." Mionir turned to Heimdall anxiously and held out his hand pitifully. "Pee..."

The master let him go, and Mionir ran into the bathroom.

The old man looked dull.

Heimdall was overjoyed, "You also have today."

The master became angry from embarrassment, and the head of the room who had no sense of crisis suffered.

While his son was still peeing, the master forcefully pressed the helpless head of the office on the sofa. The old hooligan and lasciviously launched all-round misconduct operations on him from top to bottom.

During the break, the master suddenly asked, "What were you and Rommel talking about during the match?"

See, this is the advantage of being a referee, and you can sneak in during the game.Seekers where there is the United States time.

Heimdall panted heavily, dawdled for a long time, and said, "Dad..."

master:"……"

Fives,

In the dead of night, the two papas of the Knights Building hid behind the drying platform in the courtyard like thieves, looking around from time to time or raising their binoculars to spy on the enemy.

Just in case, Hina lurks in the dark and waits for an opportunity to act.

"Maybe we can set a trap." Heimdall whispered after putting down the binoculars.

"Some Bowtruckles are very timid, and if they are accidentally scared to death or run away, the loss outweighs the gain." Victor thinks it's inappropriate.

"But we searched around before dark, and didn't see anything that could be called unexpected." Heimdall thought that Lange might have made a mistake.

Just as he was speaking, a strange halo flashed across the corner of his eyes, and Jing Jingjing wobbled over.

Heimdall immediately fell silent, ducked down, and raised his binoculars.

The little thing that looks like it has grown a whole body of bark is indeed somewhat similar to a Bowtruckle, but it is not exactly the same as what Heimdall saw in the book and in reality.It is bigger than a normal Bowtruckle, and its skin is rougher. Due to the weather, the true color cannot be seen clearly, but judging from the luminous things like tentacles on the branches above its head, it is not as dark as a Bowtruckle.

The weird and ugly appearance is similar, but the big horn on the top of the head makes it look very high-end.

"Is it a Bowtruckle?" Heimdall asked.

"Maybe." The master was not very sure.

Liang Jingjing crawled slowly and awkwardly over the wall, and slipped through the gap in the middle—the drilling process was very tangled, because the corner could not be moved in after several times—to the courtyard, and then swayed straight to the west corner.

what's there?

Heimdall was puzzled.I have seen it this afternoon, just a few clumps of ordinary rose vines planted, the vines are full of thorns, does it have a special liking for thorns?

Liang Jingjing began to circle around the rose bushes, as if holding some kind of mysterious ceremony, shaking her body while walking, the bright powder kept falling from the tentacles, and occasionally let out one or two strange hoarse screams from her mouth.

"What is it doing?"

The master pondered for a moment, "... enclosure?"

"Like an animal peeing, marking your own territory?"

Master nodded.

"Is there something unique about the roses in our family?" The head of the room was puzzled.

At this time, a strange commotion came from the depths of the dense forest, followed by another strange noise. Listening to the movement, it seemed that something was approaching, and there were a lot of them.

The two fathers immediately felt like they were facing a formidable enemy, and regardless of whether they would frighten Liang Jingjing, they came out from behind the rooftop.

Liang Jingjing was indeed taken aback, but not by the two fathers.Liang Jingjing swayed nervously from side to side, and finally got into the gap between the rose vines with all her strength, and the shining light disappeared behind the rose bushes.

This guy is clever. Judging by his proficiency, he probably does this a lot.

Heimdall drew out his wand and waved it to the right, a ball of flame shot out from the tip of the wand, and the stone pillar lamp under the west wall was ignited.

"Hina!"

Heimdall gave an order, and the other three stone pillar lamps were lit at the same time.

Sensing the movement, the toffees ran out, ready to fight side by side with them.

Victor ordered, "Xiaoba and Xina go back, Xina locks the windows and doors, and takes care of Mionier with Xiaoba."

Xiao Ba glanced at Heimdall, who nodded towards it.

The eight-eyed spider stretched out its long legs, jumped directly onto the outer wall of the house, and moved towards the room where Mionir was.

"Master..." Hina refused to leave for a long time.

"Be obedient." Heimdall said.

Hina whimpered and disappeared, and the door leading to the room snapped shut and locked.

"Would it be too much of a fuss for us to do this?" Heimdall asked.

Victor said: "It's better to be a war than to take it lightly."

Heimdall agrees.

[It's a goblin! ] Standing on the courtyard wall, the pod jumped off the wall with a scream, and ran back while screaming. [Lots of goblins! ]

In the small courtyard illuminated by four stone pillar lamps as bright as day, the two fathers looked straight ahead and then met each other.

They have seen it.

Goblins with clumsy faces but exceptionally nimble movements poured in from all directions from the west, and the gaps in the courtyard wall were filled with goblins trying to squeeze in. They pushed and shouted at each other, and began to wreak havoc in the courtyard in the blink of an eye.

Toffee and Bread bravely rushed over, and the pods also waited for an opportunity to attack.It's a pity that two fists are no match for many palms, and the number of goblins is more than imagined.

Heimdall and Victor used a large area of ​​freezing spells to freeze some of the goblins who were busy digging holes and eating plants, and then cast a few spells one after another, and found that there was still a steady stream of them.The two turned around at the same time in a tacit understanding, and began to apply magic to the various sculptures and reliefs in the courtyard, making them "live".

Victor "awakened" an elf carrying a hoe, an axe, etc., and a small mountain monster less than two meters away.The giant picked up the mallet and threw it towards the place where the goblins gathered more. The moment the mallet hit the ground, it fell apart, and then the goblins screamed and wailed.

What exactly is going on? !

As Heimdall asked himself, the decorations on the corners of the stone pool jumped up with huge wings.They were four nocturnal beasts about one meter long. They had long bird-like beaks and deer-like horns. Their bodies were covered with hair. Their feet were like vultures. Their claws were curved and long, with steel-like strength. A pair of plump and dense wings were born, wide and thick, and it is spectacular when the wings are fully unfolded.

Under Heimdall's command, they stretched out their claws and rushed towards the goblins.