HP's Foreign Land

one,

The head coach of the Bulgarian Quidditch national team formed this time is called Milan Maric, over fifty years old, female.This is the first female coach since the establishment of the Bulgarian national team, and she is also one of the well-known coaches in the Bulgarian Quidditch world after the last World Cup.

Coach Maric worked in Wales before accepting the letter of appointment from the national team. He served as the coach of a Welsh Quidditch team. It is worth mentioning that the team trained the deceased Quidditch star Day Llewellyn, who was well-known throughout the UK. .Hundreds of managers have scrambled for the chance to manage this team since the death of the unfortunate Day Llewellyn, but Wales made a shocking decision three years ago - eclectic She deliberately chose an unknown witch, and Maric's name became famous all over the world from that moment on.

After entering the Roniki training ground as the official coach of the national team, Maric quickly noticed the unusual atmosphere with her keen insight, and one of the targets of this atmosphere was her.Maric is good at patience. She has the patience that many outstanding women can't match. Therefore, three years ago, she won the coaching opportunity that was the envy of the industry.

In many cases, excellence does not mean everything, and opportunities always favor those who are prepared.

Maric saw Victor Krum brushing the bat with waterproof varnish on the sidelines this day. Behind her, the training on the field has become intense. The players are sweating like rain, going all out, shouting and hitting the bat The ear-piercing impact of the big iron ball echoed in the sky, and Victor Krum, who was on the cold bench on the sidelines, seemed unaware of it.The gray-haired lady made no fuss, which she had become less and less alarmed these days, and pushed back her oblong glasses on the bridge of her nose, and sat down next to the absorbed Victor.

"Where's the house-elf?" Maric's voice was crisp and deceptive. Just by hearing the voice, you'd think it was a young girl.

Victor turned to say hello to her, and said, "They can't enter the field until practice is over."

"You know I don't mean that." Maric put both hands into the pockets of his robes.

Victor put down his bat and picked up his knee pads, "I'd rather pack my equipment myself."

Maric glanced from the knee pads to the previous bat, from the bat to the elbow pads, and finally from the broomstick.

"What is the task assigned to you by the coach?" She asked confusedly.

"Coach Stubbs on the draft team before I came here encouraged me to push my limits."

Maric quickly thought of the answer from these devices, "The time when the coach asked you to change positions?"

"The coach didn't ask me to switch positions."

"But you just said..."

"In fact, I haven't received the training task assigned by the coach so far." Victor looked at her leisurely.

Maric's expression changed from bewilderment to enlightenment, and then she lowered her head unnaturally, but did not continue to escape. She quickly raised her head to face Victor's sharp gaze, and said seriously: "Throw away those cumbersome utensils, as a Seeker, you only need to pay attention to the movement of the golden snitch and whether your broomstick can fly the whole game."

Victor put down his knee pads. "What should I do next, Coach?"

"The first is the basic training of the Seeker. After finishing those, we will talk about the next step." Maric stood up eagerly, her eyes turned to the hot on-court training.

"You are the coach of the national team selected by the Wizarding Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic of Bulgaria. You have a formal letter of appointment. Even if someone in our team must tolerate concessions, it should not be you." Victor stretched his arms and carried Walk into the arena with a broom.

Maric's eyes followed his soaring figure, showing a knowing smile.

two,

The foreign aid coach introduced by the Bulgarian national team is named Juta Stubb. He is tall, but thin and thin. In addition, his face is always sickly pale, and he looks weak when he talks and walks. He is training in Quidditch. In such a high-consumption sports venue, his existence can be equated with "weakness".

Coach Stubb, who is weak and weak, has a good temper and a quiet voice, but when he raises his voice, he becomes hoarse, making the scalp numb of the person he questioned, and he couldn't help but cover his ears.

When he yelled at Victor, half of the people in the venue heard him, but the one in question was still calm and composed.

A player at practice with Victor, who was said to have been dropped by Stubbs' coach, approached Victor on a broomstick, reminding him of the dire consequences of Stuub being about to "blow his whole body apart."

Victor belatedly made an expression of enlightenment, and pulled out two screaming earplugs from his ears. They wrestled together in Victor's hands and made popping noises, sticking out non-existent tongues at each other ——This is the anti-lost fighting earplug made by the room chief.

Victor's unmoved was now explained, and the player squinted angrily, "Dude, you're looking for trouble."

Victor turned inexplicably, and Stubbs stared at them from below with his hips akimbo.

The two flew down one after the other.

"Is there anything you can do for me?" Victor said bluntly.

Stubbs, speaking in broken English, accused Victor of obstructing other players' practice.

Victor did not argue with him on this, but said: "I am completing the basic training tasks assigned by the coach."

"Nonsense!" Stubb was outraged, thinking he was trying to quibble. "I don't remember that I assigned a task to you. I think you are too complacent and impatient, and you are not suitable for participating in group activities for the time being. Your actions not only ignored my order, but also violated my training purpose. I—"

"The task was assigned by me, Mr. Stubbs." Maric walked over, looking straight at the flamboyant Stubbs. "What is the problem?"

Stubb looked at Coach Maric in astonishment, his expression seemed to be that Coach Maric fell from the sky without warning.

"Oh, no problem, he, uh, I mean Krum, he influenced the training of other players, made my team..."

Maric suddenly raised an eyebrow, "I'm sorry I have to correct you, now, here, this is my team."

Stubb's eyes widened again.

Maric didn't back down.

Stubb's face suddenly became extremely ugly, "If you think..."

"Thank you for your understanding," Maric cut him off again. "So please don't get in the way of my Seeker and Keeper training."

Victor and the player exchange quick glances behind Coach Maric.

Stubb's assistant coach's expression on his hasty departure was impressive.

Maric didn't care about the possible consequences of her sudden outburst. She said to the player who accompanied Victor: "Dechev, tell the people on the assistant coach's second-line list that there is no special reason for the meeting in the tactical research room in the afternoon. absent."

Dechev said excitedly: "I'll tell them now!" and flew up on a broom.

Maric asked Victor: "How is it going?"

"The basic training has just ended." Because the basic training has come to an end, Victor pretended to be deaf and dumb in order not to be delayed by the assistant coach. In fact, in the training ground, paying attention to the surrounding movement does not rely solely on the sound.

Coach Maric saw that he was sweating profusely, and said, "You take a rest first, and then cooperate with the batsmen to do evasion training, and run in with them first."

Victor said deliberately, "Which hitter? I can't be ordered by the love general appointed by Stubbs' assistant coach."

Coach Maric gave a short smile, turned and left.

Victor wiped the sweat from his forehead, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Andrew Lange, who was wearing a stone blue cloak, waving to him from the sidelines.

"Why did you come here?" Victor leaned on the sidelines and said while putting on knee pads and elbow pads.

He doesn't need to wear protective gear just for basic training, and the training with batters is different. Maybe some pretentious players will take the opportunity to laugh at him for being timid. The master is not afraid of their "whispers". He has a wonderful Family, his safety and health are paramount.

Lange picked up the knee pad on the other leg and handed it to Victor, "I have applied for the position of pharmacist for the Bulgarian national team."

"Isn't Estonia going to hit the next World Cup?" Victor asked puzzled.

"There is only one Bulgaria in southeastern Europe." Lange shrugged.

"Don't say that in front of La Carini." Victor laughed.

"You don't have to worry about this. To him, I would say that there is only one Italy in southeastern Europe."

The Racarini they were talking about was Professor Racarini, their colleague at the Heideggerk School of Magic and Magic.

"Estonia doesn't seem to welcome me back." Although Lange's expression was flat, Victor could still feel the loneliness deep in his heart.

"So you've already taken office?" Victor quickly changed the subject.

"As expected of the previous world champion, the Bulgarian team hired three pharmacists, excluding the therapists."

"I only see you."

"The other two decided to report to the assistant coach's office under the 'reminder' of someone with a heart. I remember that the head coach of the Bulgarian national team is a lady. Is that the one who spoke to you just now?"

"Yes, Mrs. Milan Maric, but she prefers to be called coach."

"I understand, I will find a time to formally introduce myself to coach Maric."

Victor said: "You understand my training mode, I believe in your professional standards, and hope we can cooperate happily."

Lange held Victor's outstretched hand, "It's a pleasant cooperation."

"How's your engagement party going?" Victor asked.

"There is nothing to prepare. We plan to keep it simple when we have friends and relatives who are familiar with us come to have a meal," Lange said. "Jeanne originally hoped to travel and get married, but unfortunately time does not allow it."

If according to the plan, they wait until Jana graduates before getting engaged, then they will have a lot more time.

"Congratulations," Victor said.

"Thank you," Langer joked, "don't forget to say it to us that day."

three,

The engagement banquet of Lange and Jeanna was held in a small village with beautiful scenery. They rented a small courtyard from the hotel, and the slightly messy small courtyard became a new look under the arrangement of caring people.

Heimdall put the gift box on the shelf outside the courtyard wall, looked inside, and said, "This arrangement is ingenious."

Victor led Mionier and followed him to the gate of the courtyard. The family of three saw the ancient metal door frame wrapped with "ribbons" woven from corn, potatoes and other grains, and toads were hung on the square doorposts on both sides of the door frame. Hanging ornaments, and the toads croak when anyone approaches them.There are several low stools of different heights in front of the door, and pumpkin lanterns are scattered around the stools. They are of different sizes and shapes. Among them, the pumpkin carved in the shape of Lange and Jeanne is the largest and most attractive. Wizards who pass by here will stop and admire for a while without exception.

"If I hadn't confirmed the address, I thought I had gone to the wrong place." Heimdall laughed.

Rather than saying that this is a warm and romantic engagement banquet, it is better to say that the two of them plan to use the engagement banquet to celebrate the annual Halloween.

"That's Mionir?" Victor was the first to discover the mystery hidden in the jack-o'-lantern.

Heimdall quickly found the Mionir lamp that Victor was talking about, and laughed, "It really looks like that."

The husband and wife approached the lamp with the milk baby.

Mionier stared at the pumpkin carved in his own image for a long time.

"Don't Mionnier like it?" Heimdall saw that he didn't say a word, thinking that he didn't like it.

Mionier pursed his mouth, "There is no father or Rig."

At that moment, the couple were so happy that they almost fainted.

Heimdall said to her husband: "After the engagement banquet is over, ask Lange and Jeanne if they are willing to give up this lamp."

Victor agrees to the proposal.

A family of three walked into the yard.

"Welcome!" Someone stood at the entrance refreshed and smiled brightly at every guest who came in.He was wearing a crisp black wizard robe, a gorgeous bow tie, and his hair was meticulously styled.

Heimdall was surprised, but Victor couldn't help laughing.

The person who greeted the guests was Lacarini Jr.

Little Lacarini saw clearly that it was them, and his smile was greatly reduced.

"Laugh, laugh, I will come back with revenge!" Little Lacarini threatened the snickering Victor with a lack of momentum.

"No, you will never have a chance." Victor countered with a calm smile. "But I still have a chance, at least one more time."

Little La Carini was unmarried, Victor was married.

Little Lacarini did not answer, bent down to look at the well-behaved Mionier, and smiled warmly, "Hello, Mionier."

"Hello." Mi O'Neill nodded while holding Dapapa's hand.

Little La Carini straightened up, and said to the couple mercilessly, "Fortunately, your child is cuter than you."

Victor walked in with his partner and children calmly, "Let's go, stand slowly." Leaving little Lacarini who was gnashing his teeth behind him.

"What's going on?" Heimdall couldn't help asking the doubts in his heart. "I think your expressions are very strange. Andrew is engaged to Professor Lacarini so he wouldn't be so angry."

"Because Lacarini once said convincingly that he would succeed me as the next person to enter the marriage hall, and also asserted that Andrew and Jeanne could not achieve a positive result in recent years, but you saw that Andrew asked him his What should I do if I make a serious mistake in judgment, Lacarini suddenly agreed to be responsible for welcoming and entertaining guests at Andrew's engagement banquet."

Heimdall looked back at the little Lacarini, who was smiling at the next group of guests, and said jokingly, "In fact, it suits him very well." The handsome guy looks glamorous no matter what he does.

When the head of the room couldn't help but turn his head to take a second look, he was distracted by the witty master and led him and the child towards the oncoming guests.

four,

"Look who this is, my Merlin, is that Mister Magic himself?" Heimdall said in a fuss.

Duncan smiled and stretched out his arms to embrace him, then patted his back, and said aggrievedly: "Rig, it makes me sad, you have ignored me for so long, when I need love most Leave me alone."

Heimdall pushed him away and studied his face carefully.

"What's wrong?" Duncan asked blankly.

"I just need to make sure that you are Duncan Orville himself, not some compound potion joke..."

"You think I'm joking?"

Seeing that Duncan wanted Xizi to hug him again, Heimdall quickly stopped him.

"I don't understand what you're saying, and I'm at a loss as to your accusation, what do you mean 'you've been ignoring me for so long'?"

"As expected of someone who wants to be a judge, he has a good memory."

"Don't change the subject, please answer my question directly, thank you."

Duncan glanced at Victor who was gloating in his heart, "Didn't you tell him?"

"What should I tell him?" Victor asked.

"I became Mr. Magic."

"One of the headlines that day was the announcement, so I didn't have to do it," Victor said.

Duncan's face collapsed, and he said sadly to Heimdall: "You really don't love me anymore."

He said it like a heartless man.

"When have I ever loved you?" Heimdall said firmly.

Duncan hid his face.

Now it's more like that, the sight of nearby guests has become more subtle, and more and more people are circling around them.

Victor complained to Heimdall: "He didn't become the only Mr. Magic, he felt awkward, and he vomited bitterness when he saw acquaintances. If he didn't give a few more words of comfort, he would die."

Heimdall asked with a strange face, "I haven't heard any news about wizards committing suicide in France recently."

"How could I commit suicide!" Duncan yelled.

"If you are not the only one, you have to die every day. Those who were not selected didn't want to commit suicide in despair and stay alive?"

Duncan looked at him for a few seconds, then decisively turned around and hugged Mionier, "Honey, do you still remember brother Duncan?"

Heimdall shook his head feebly, "Don't worry about Mr. Orville."

Victor actually agrees.

Duncan stroked Mionir's hair, turned to Heimdall and said, "That's because you don't love me anymore."

Heimdall rolled his eyes and muttered, "No longer loving should be based on the fact that you have loved before. For example, Bill, you can say that I no longer—" The head of the room suddenly felt a little cold on the back of his neck, and closed his mouth vigilantly .