HP's Foreign Land

When the last test flight started, there was sudden cheers and thunderous cheers in the field, and the loud shouts almost knocked off the roof. Unfortunately, this was held outdoors, and there was no ceiling to test its power.

"Wow—" exclaimed one of Heimdall's bosses. "Should we also yell twice?" Before the words finished, the others were already jumping and shouting and dancing.Heimdall was amazed by the spectacular moment in front of him. Durmstrang's first-year students and the contestants of the maintenance and repair competition formed a huge cheerleading group, cheering for the idol who was about to take the stage. They shouted excitedly: "Victor! Victor!" Driven by the wave of cheering they spared no effort, other audience members couldn't help being touched and screamed along with them.

The other nine test pilots were basically optional decorations. They looked at each other while riding on broomsticks, and then pulled out a helpless wry smile. Being in the same group as this person... is really unlucky...

Contrary to the overwhelming enthusiasm, the face of the design champion was stern and serious, with the corners of his mouth drooping in a mean arc.Every time the audience cheered, his right cheek twitched convulsively, echoing each other.During the period, I had to deal with a few absent-minded questions from the reporters beside me.All the attention was taken away by the last test flight, no, it was all taken away by Victor Krum, and even the reporters who had surrounded him for interviews quickly left him and shifted positions. , The design champion is so annoying, Krum's appearance is enough to catch the eye, but the most hateful thing is that he rides the "fake" that insults IQ!Originally, he wanted to use the last test flight to reveal some "insider information" to the reporters, so as to give that arrogant Adam Krause a little color. The best result is to pull his group from the position of the quasi-champion It's fine to change to anyone else, just don't let that "fake product" win the prize!But... the design champion gritted his teeth, damn Adam Krauss!Damn team competition!Damn broom!Damn Victor Krum...

"Victor——" At the same time as the curse in the champion's heart sounded, it was the fans' shouts.

At this moment, Adam walked up to Heimdall. "Good job!" He patted the boy on the shoulder and said excitedly.

The attitude changed so quickly that Heimdall was a bit maladjusted. "I'm a traitor." He twitched the corner of his mouth, mocking himself meaningfully.

"It's good to be a mutiny," Adam said loudly.

Heimdall narrowed his eyes: "Have you planned all this already?!"

Adam grinned, "Who knows."

The flight test competition ended with thunderous applause and howls. Today, all the team contestants have become supporting roles, and all the brooms have been reduced to background props. The only protagonist is not a contestant in any event of the Sugar Mouse Grand Prix. It was a test pilot hired temporarily.

When the reporter asked Victor to take a photo with the broom he was flying, the design champion who was left out showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Design champions are too narrow-minded and not far-sighted enough," Adam commented after witnessing all this. "The immediate benefits are not important, but the future reputation is the key. Victor Krum is by far the most admired Chaser by children. Can you let him fly on a broom of his own design? Is there anything more gimmick and selling point than this?" He snorted coldly. "It's no wonder, otherwise, how can I draw such an 'excellent' design draft?!"

In general, Heimdall thought, this team competition is actually a confrontation between the design champion and Adam Krauss. Judging from the current situation, there is no doubt that it is Adam's victory.Especially the last test flight was simply the finishing touch, making the design champion hold back the breath he was about to exhale.Could it be that his complexion is so ugly, anyone who can't breathe well will have a complexion.

When Victor left the field, the audience cheered more enthusiastically than when he entered.

***

When the flames emitted by the Norwegian Ridgeback burned the competition venue, it was like the camera was reversed on the opening day, and the huge stadium disappeared into the green background as if the ice and snow melted, gradually disappearing into nothingness.The colorful tents all over the mountains and fields have been emptied, and the pasture has returned to its former silence. Only the breeze blowing from time to time and the colorful butterflies will remember what happened here...

"Goodbye." Heimdall stretched out his right hand. "It's an honor to join this team, and it's an honor to know you two. This competition has benefited me a lot. Thank you very much." He said sincerely.

"Why are you so ignorant?" Chabby said jokingly. "It's so familiar." He held Heimdall's hand and patted the boy's back hard.

Heimdall was almost kicked off by him. He stood firm and raised his eyes. When he saw a mischievous look on the other party's face, he shook his head helplessly and smiled.

"How do you arrange your vacation?" Xiabby asked. "Going to England? If you want to go, you must come to me. I will take you to several good places. The safekeeping is a wonderful place that you have never known." He raised his eyebrows pretending to be mysterious.

Heimdall said with a smile, "Okay, that's it. If I go to England, I will definitely find you, Sharpie."

Shabby nodded in satisfaction when he got the answer.

"Goodbye, Mr. Claus." Heimdall stretched out his hand in front of Adam. "Your love for brooms is amazing and I've learned so much from you that I don't even know the words to express my gratitude..."

"The popular mode of saying goodbye now is to compare who can say more compliments?" Adam Krauss didn't buy it and didn't accept this set. "In this case, let's talk about something better. What you said is nothing new. Change something else."

"Adam!" Shabby issued a warning, but the target of the warning fell on deaf ears.

The faint melancholy of parting was distorted in an instant because of Adam Klaus' deliberate difficulty. Earlier, the first graders had passed through the Portkey one after another, and now only a few seniors who were watching and Snow Si tuluson.The senior brothers looked at each other because of the change in the atmosphere, but Snow frowned suspiciously. He had heard Rommel mention this young Mr. Claus, so how could it be different from what he had heard? !

Heimdall thought for a while, then said, "What do you want to hear? Give me a hint, so I can make it up."

Adam suddenly shook his head and laughed. "That's so boring, compliments have to come from the heart." He stepped forward to approach Heimdall, fixed the boy's shoulder with his right hand, and leaned over. "Since words can no longer express it, there are other ways to do it." His left hand brushed Heimdall's cheek and held the back of his neck, and then he pulled towards him forcefully, and the two almost collided.

Heimdall's eyes widened in surprise as Adam's tongue slid across his lips, and at the same time, he heard a faint gasp.It was just a gentle, soft, superficial kiss.

"I have received your thank you. What I want to tell you is that we will meet again." After whispering this announcement in his ear, Adam left without hesitation.

Shabby shrugged, threw a playful smile at Heimdall, muttered to himself, ran to catch up with Adam Cross, and left.

Watching the two teammates leave, Heimdall touched his nose and turned around.

Snow's expression was more serious, as if he was thinking about something, he looked at Heimdall for a while, and finally just sighed. "I won't accompany you back to school, there is still a lot of work waiting for me." Snow said. "You...just like this, take good care of yourself, don't always make us worry about you." He handed the suitcase with the Durmstrang school badge to Heimdall.

Say goodbye if there is no nonsense, the two uncles and nephews hugged briefly before breaking up.

The door key leading to Emerald Village was right in front of them. It was very similar to the broken umbrella that Heimdall used when he came here. The umbrella in front of them was also made of flowers. The pattern is very abstract, with big colorful sunflowers and thin black twill stripes.The portkeysetter hired by Sugar Mouse had a very good taste.

The feeling of spinning around is still so miraculous, and the adaptability of sinking after letting go is much better than last time. When the biting cold swept over in an instant, Heimdall shivered fiercely, soaked in the warmth of spring One and a half months in the middle of the day made him almost forget how unkind the climate in the Durmstrang Mountains is.

He gathered the thick scarf around his neck, and quickly jumped into the carriage that had been waiting aside.

As soon as he entered the carriage, Duncan held a thick book and began to study. This scene was very magical to Heimdall, because according to what he saw and heard, Mr. Orville never read textbooks in his spare time.

"Where's your anthropology journal?" Heimdall said.

"No way." Duncan couldn't take his eyes off the book. "The professors don't appreciate it, so I can only reluctantly lower my aesthetic vision to match the school's taste." He shook his head seriously. "How's the taste?" He suddenly squinted at Heimdall, his eyes full of interest and... obscenity.

Heimdall clearly understood what he was referring to, even though the words did not match the words. "No feeling." He replied without hesitation.

"What a failure." Duncan lamented pretendingly. "Mr. Claus's kiss is so insensitive?! This is the hardest blow to a man. In terms of masculinity, a tasteless kiss can almost be compared to nothing."

"Is it necessary to feel something when you touch your lips?" Heimdall said calmly. "According to what you said, I will feel twice a day and brush my teeth cup, not including eating, drinking water and so on."

Duncan turned to the other three. "Guys, I'm afraid this kid hasn't figured it out yet?"

"It was you who enlightened too early!" Bernick revealed.

The carriage sank, rushed out from a cloud-shrouded mountain peak, and soon disappeared into another piece of white mist.

***

Tianma stopped flapping its wings in front of the school gate, and a group of people were about to get out of the car, but the door was pulled open from the outside.A very strong male student stood there, wearing only a thin school uniform gown, with a face of indifference standing in the harsh environment that could almost freeze his toes off.Heimdall noticed that his hooked nose was high and straight, paired with a pair of sharp dark blue eyes, which looked serious and intimidating.Heimdall also noticed that the corners of his mouth hung down and his eyes were not looking good, which meant that he was not in a good mood right now.

"August?" Duncan called the moment he saw him.

"Great, I thought you guys weren't planning to come back." The boy named August snorted coldly. "When you left, you said you would stop by the Sugar Mouse Contest, and you'll be back soon, right now, everyone's right now is really different." His sharp eyes swept over everyone in the car mercilessly, as if When passing by Heimdall, he suddenly eased his tone. "Rig, I'm not targeting you."

Heimdall gave him a friendly smile, and the latter also smiled back, and said, "Mr. Principal asked you to go to his place when you come back."

Karkaroff looking for him? "Thanks, August." He hurried out of the car.

"Hurry up," Victor stopped him from turning around to carry his luggage. "I will help you send your luggage back to the South Tower."

"Thank you." Heimdall gathered the scarf again and walked into the door.

After walking a few steps, Duncan wailed loudly behind him: "Ah? Isn't it? Overtime training? Are you kidding me? I still need to read... and review..."