HP's Foreign Land

one,

"You're here!" Bulgarian national team captain Dechev said with surprise on his face.

Victor laughed, "The coach told me to come, can I not come?"

Today is the day when the World Cup qualifiers are drawn to determine the team members. Teams that hope to show their talents in the World Cup will send representatives to participate. The previous champion Bulgaria, which has attracted much attention and controversy since its establishment, is no exception.

"That's not what I meant," Dercheff said, scratching his brown curly hair. "I thought you couldn't come."

"Can't come? Why?" Victor opened the wardrobe and changed into a wizard robe with the Bulgarian team logo on it.

"Didn't something happen to your family? I heard it's serious..." Dechev chose his words carefully, for fear of offending the other party.

Victor has become accustomed to the young captain's alienation and inadvertent fear of him. Perhaps it is due to Victor's unprecedented achievements, or perhaps it is the desperation of the arrogant Dan Le that has played a decisive role-the young man is not Everyone is outspoken, and loves to think about nothing.

The closet door was closed, Victor picked up the broom to check, and asked nonchalantly, "Something happened, but it's not as serious as you said, who did you listen to?"

"Oresha," said Dechev.

Oresa is one of the hitters that the head coach Milan Maric admires. The young man is tall, big, and cheerful, but he is not simply heartless. The "rival" - the "main force" led by assistant coach Juta Stubb, can also calmly say a few innocuous jokes.

He also often visited the "sick" Willie Danler in the hospital on behalf of the head coach.

Victor vaguely guessed something, and said with a smile, "Oresha went to see Danle again? I think he heard it from Danle. The only person in the team who is very 'concerned' about my life."

Dechev didn't think much about it this time, and kept his guns out, "Danle wants you to be uncomfortable, and gossip about you is often used to show off and make fun of."

Victor was noncommittal, "When are we going to leave?"

"An hour and a half."

A group of players gathered around the sidelines, and the coach was there too.

Willie Danle, who was dressed as if she was going to a wedding, had a wonderful face when she saw Victor. Victor patted Danle on the shoulder without changing his face, and asked with concern, "Why did you get out of the hospital? ? Are you in good health?"

"It's nothing serious." Dan Le's reaction was not slow, and he didn't lose his composure obviously.

Oresa was the only person on the scene who still had a normal expression in the face of this situation. After hearing Danle's answer, he immediately said, "Danle hasn't recovered yet. He thought you couldn't go to the league with the coach to participate in the lottery ceremony today. Volunteering to come from the hospital." Then he turned to Danle, "Krum is here, you can rest assured, go back to the hospital to rest, don't be brave, take a good rest, we still need your wonderful performance."

Oresha's unintentional words and the meaningful eyes of the team members made Dan Le feel more embarrassed.

"Dan Le went back to the hospital to rest, and Klum will follow me to participate in the lottery as planned." The head coach finally made a decision.

The assistant coach who knows only a little about Bulgarian has nothing to do but stare blankly. Now that this is the case, Danle still firmly plays the role of his empathetic main seeker, amiably condolences to the life and work of new and old players, and even He also seemed to be tolerant and magnanimous to explain the next precautions to Victor, leaving out every detail for fear of missing the main points, making the master look like a fool who has never seen the world.

The players stared dumbfounded at his self-awareness show, then condescendingly wished them a good start, and hurriedly left the Ronicky training ground accompanied by the assistant coach and two dutiful pharmacists.

The members of the Bulgarian team looked at each other in blank dismay.

Dechev couldn't help but said: "Actually, I admire him very much. Most people can't do what he does."

"He just doesn't want you to be treated like a normal person." Victor smiled silently.

two,

The International Quidditch League chose Damascus, the fourth holiest city in Islam, as the venue for the draw ceremony of the World Cup qualifiers. Bulgarian representatives arrived in this ancient and beautiful city amidst the exotic welcome.

A group of people turned into a secret passage beside a gorgeous mosque, escaped the muggles coming and going, and returned to the world of wizards again.

The venue is comfortably furnished. The white wooden chairs are covered with colorful cushions, and there are strong Islamic decorations everywhere. The witches here are not as confident and flamboyant as the European witches. They are restrained and soft, with sweet smiles. Be careful.

The witch who led the way took another sneak peek at Maric, but was caught by Maric. The witch looked away in fear, and lowered her head, leading them to the entrance of the main venue.

Maric pouted as she watched her leaving, the city was beautiful and attractive, but she would never come here to settle down, not even on vacation.

The Bulgarian team was the last champion, and their appearance was naturally eye-catching. Coupled with the media's continuous attention to the Bulgarian team recently, the right and wrong of the team, the confusion and confusion made people dizzy, but everyone was watching Accompanied by Victor Krum, who walked into the venue behind the female head coach who was also hot on the topic, all those unimaginable and suspicious speculations were self-defeating.

There is nothing more shocking than a real person's appearance, and Victor doesn't even need to explain, his appearance represents everything.

Facts have proved that the Bulgarian team did not abandon Krum, although according to the ranking of strength in the past year, his title of first seeker has been handed over to others.The wizard who has witnessed his glorious moment will inevitably feel a little lost, especially the fans. Although after Victor gradually faded out of the game, they all expressed their understanding of the waves behind the Yangtze River, but people's emotions cannot be completely controlled by reason. The news of this World Cup came out, and the fans' attention was instantly set to a new high.

The media rushed to catch up with the news, and all kinds of gossips emerged one after another. Those who praised people made great strides, and those who trampled people went all out. Each of them spoke seriously and sincerely.

The joining of Willie Danle from Northern Europe hit hard the surging enthusiasm of the fans, and they even deeply doubted whether their Victor was ruthlessly hidden for some reason-a typical crossing the river and demolishing bridges, the fans for a while The crowd was furious.

The reporters who came to line up early in the morning and waited to enter the venue couldn't wait to raise their cameras, the white light flickered continuously, for fear that they would take one less than the reporters of other newspapers.

Dechev carefully controlled his jealousy, and he sighed enviously: "Krum is Krum, and everyone else is reduced to second-rate compared to you."

Victor said: "Don't say that, it's true that I didn't participate in the UEFA Cup very much, but there will be the World Cup next." He implied that Dechev should not be arrogant to bring hatred to the Bulgarian national team.

Decev shut his mouth in embarrassment.

On their way to the seats belonging to Bulgaria, representatives of each team and the staff of the league came forward to make clichés, and everyone was full of various speculations about whether Victor confirmed his participation in the World Cup.False reports in the newspapers are not as good as face-to-face inquiries. The Quidditch League has always been lenient and friendly to this still young former world number one.

A wizard who might have come from Turkey or Syria, or some other country stopped their way, and took Victor's hand with familiarity and shook it vigorously.

"They said that you are afraid of being kicked out of the first place by newcomers, so you asked to go. Is it true?" The familiar wizard spoke quickly.

"I've been kicked out of the throne, and your news is out of date." Victor took advantage of his stunned moment to withdraw his hand, and moved forward neatly, and was soon surrounded by the next wave of people.

It took them 30 minutes to find a chair. Not only did Victor become the focus of attention, but Coach Maric was also asked this and that.It is not uncommon for the teams participating in the World Cup to have female coaches, but witches like Maric who have a high starting point and become famous quickly are the first in the world.

The Bulgarian team, the last champion, is destined to be unable to shake off people's curiosity before the end of this World Cup.

three,

Victor returned to school before dinner and picked up Mionier, who had already known the raw materials of six potions, from Professor Laurent. Then he took the child to the school hospital to visit, no, to visit the sick...

"Rig, does it hurt?" Mionier looked at the little poop on the bed with teary eyes.

"As soon as I see Papa Mionier, it doesn't hurt anymore." Heimdall really wanted to hold his son in his arms, but unfortunately he can only lie flat and let him tease him now. Mr. Follett believes that he has a history of dishonesty during his recuperation. There was something added to his food or some spell was cast on him while he was in a deep sleep, so he couldn't move after he opened his eyes today.

Mionnier took out the bottle and held it to Heimdall's mouth.Since he visited Heimdall in the school hospital on the first day, Heimdall ate a few mouthfuls of milk in the bottle to appease him, and he equated milk with no pain, and graciously communicated with little papa every day. Share bottles and trust in the wonders of milk.

Victor didn’t stop him. It’s good for health for the head of the office who is also growing up to drink some milk. The head of the office is not too cold for milk. The master has been worrying about how to make him swallow it willingly. Mionier’s move opened the door A fresh new chapter.

Heimdall twitched the corners of his mouth at the bottle, and looked at Victor expectantly, "I listen to you to drink milk every day, please pour it into the cup for me, thank you." Inserting a straw is better than eating your son's bottle ? !

Victor sighed and said to his son: "It seems that your little daddy dislikes your milk bottle."

Heimdall almost popped his eyes out.

Believe it was true Mionir had tears in his eyes, holding his beloved baby bottle and pouted his little mouth in aggrieved manner.

Heimdall quickly said, "Daddy really wants to drink your milk, give it to Daddy."

Mionir was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, he smiled and put the pacifier into the little papa's mouth graciously.

While sucking on the pacifier, Heimdall looked at the master gloomyly. The eyes combined with the action and the background made the whole picture full of funny sense that made people laugh, and the master kept smiling calmly.

After finally drinking the milk, Heimdall first smiled at his son and praised and affirmed his milk bottle, and then said to Victor: "Did I offend you somewhere, Mr. Krum?"

"You tossed yourself into the school hospital again, which offended me terribly." Victor sat on the chair beside the bed.

Heimdall's righteousness leaked out.

Toffee and the others also came to visit the prison, wrong again, to visit the sick, it was not the first time that Toffee entered the school hospital, the first time it came back, it led a team to the second floor but found no one. The members of the school team were frightened to death, but they were stopped by the school doctor Mr. Follett who came after hearing the news, and took them into the single ward.

At this time, the wound on Heimdall's face was almost healed, except for the gauze on his forehead, there were some inconspicuous scabs, and his face was paler.Grindelwald in the middle age has reached the pinnacle threshold in the use of magic, and the skillful use of Cruciatus is even more painful than when he was a student. Heimdall, who has experienced it personally, wants to completely eliminate Cruciatus The physical and mental damage caused to him still needs ample time to recuperate - he was not tortured to the point of insanity, and the room chief's psychological defense line is excellent, partly due to the tolerance to illness cultivated in his previous life.

The above is the judgment of Mr. Follett, and Heimdall dare not have any objection, and no one can offend the doctor if he offends anyone.

"Don't worry, I'm much better now." Heimdall stretched out his hand, and Toffee threw himself at his side, caressing him affectionately.

Heimdall kissed its head, feeling the warmth and care it brought, and in a blink of an eye saw Little Bread staring at him longingly, perhaps afraid of the majesty of Toffee, he did not dare to squeeze forward blatantly.Heimdall patted Toffee, Toffee shook her hair unhappily, and stepped back seemingly magnanimously.

The low-browed Bread took advantage of the unpreparedness and scraped Toffee's buttocks with its scaly tail. Toffee almost jumped up angrily. Realizing that Heimdall was watching, he forcibly restrained his restless emotions .Little Bread flung himself into Heimdall's arms proudly and rolled, and then took the initiative to move to the side to make room for Little Ba's big pincers.

"It hurts." Xiao Ba said.

"If you come to see me, I won't hurt anymore," Heimdall said.

Mionir raised his head and complained to Papa: "Rig said seeing Mionnell doesn't hurt!"

The head of the room who was exposed on the spot turned blue and red, and Victor laughed out loud from the bottom of his heart.

The master cleared his throat, "Rig is in poor health and can't remember what he said."

Well, now he has another problem.Heimdall, who was afraid of making too many mistakes, nodded to Mionir with humiliation.

Mionier's accusing eyes immediately turned to sympathy, and he asked worriedly, "Rig will not forget Mionir, will he?"

Heimdall thought in surprise, this kid actually draws inferences from one example again? !

"No, Rieger will only forget what he said—just like he once promised that he would never put himself in the school hospital again, but he will never forget Mionnell." Victor said slowly.

Little Papa pretended to be deaf and dumb and smirked.

Master is really not ordinary narrow-minded.

four,

When Heimdall woke up, it was already dark. He stretched his arms and sat up, leaning against the head of the bed, and saw Mionnier lying in front of the fireplace with a small book spread out in front of him, muttering seemingly It was the homework assigned by Laurent that Victor said.

The animal friends are sleeping around.

Victor was nowhere to be found in the room.

The pod lying at the end of the bed hopped over lightly.

[Are you sure that madman won't come again? ] Pod asked anxiously.

"I'm not sure, the lunatic said it himself." Heimdall stroked the pod's back. "Although the former Grindelwald was scary and untrustworthy, he was still a bit honest in the old Caipi period."

[You can use the Stele Array to go back to the year Grindelwald was born to fundamentally eliminate hidden dangers. ] In terms of ruthlessness, Doudou will definitely make it into the top ten.

As expected of a "woman", the evaluation of women's benevolence is not always true. In fact, women are more hard-hearted than men at critical times.

"I don't want to touch the steles anymore. I have already suggested to the principal to destroy the steles." Heimdall now has a psychological shadow on the stone room.

[Can Karkaroff agree? ]

"I don't think the principal will object. Those who disagree are probably sages."

[Those guys who hide in the room all day long and remember the glory days have no right to decide, if more than half of the principals of the previous generations agree, there will be no problem. ]

"You don't object to the destruction of the steles?"

[Why should I object? ]

Heimdall was stopped by the question, he touched his nose, "I don't know, my intuition tells me that you will object."

[Your intuition is not good, otherwise you wouldn't have put yourself in the school hospital in embarrassment several times. ]

The cat and Victor had a dialogue, didn't they? !

"Are you trying to arouse my guilt? You succeeded."

Pod stared at him with round eyes for a while, then turned back to the end of the bed, lay down and continued to doze.

The head of the room laughed, is it necessary to be so realistic?

The medicine cabinet opened in response, and Victor walked into the room through the door opening.

"Awake? How do you feel?" Victor walked over to touch his face.

"Better." Heimdall closed his eyes and felt his palm lingering on his cheek.

Victor withdrew his hand, Heimdall opened his eyes, moved his body, and then patted the space beside him, Victor took off his shoes and went to bed, letting him lean in his arms.

"I promise there will be no next time." Heimdall muttered.

Victor stopped rubbing his fingers, "I don't think you have the ability to get yourself in again in the next half of the school year..." At this point, the master suddenly became unconfident, "You won't?"

Heimdall couldn't laugh or cry, and then shamelessly covered his left chest and screamed for pain. The look of looking for life and death was so vivid that peeing was useless here.

The master was speechless for a moment, unable to turn a blind eye, "It hurts here?" He gently rubbed the room chief's chest.

Heimdall enjoyed it for a while like a corpse, and suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly asked, "What's the result of the preliminary draw?"

"Bulgaria is drawn to Group C."

"Is there a strong enemy that must be guarded against?"

"There are several strong teams, Nigeria, Lithuania, the United States, and Chile in South America."

Not to be outdone by the 50th anniversary of the victory of the Great War, the Quidditch League has also invested in a vigorous reformation army. The most "unrecognizable" change is the World Cup.The qualifiers are no longer limited to fighting the first-line teams from all continents, but all the teams are integrated to hold the qualifiers.The wizarding world is ridiculously convenient, and it is not difficult to achieve this.

"Which group is Iceland in?" Heimdall asked.

"In Group F, that group has England and the Netherlands."

"Oh, I'm not very lucky, but the game hasn't started yet, maybe it's hard work and it may be rewarding." Heimdall said. "I hope Iceland can perform well this time. Snow has worked hard to improve the ranking."

"Why does the Bulgarian team start the first qualifier?" Heimdall asked.

"After Christmas."

"so late?"

"In the beginning of the qualifiers, the lower-ranked teams in the league will hold the knockout round first. Bulgaria is the last champion, so there is no need to work hard in advance." Victor added, "Iceland's results have always been high and low, and the points may be pulled down. Maybe we will play later in the knockout rounds."

"I'm going to the game site to cheer for Iceland." Heimdall said without thinking.

"Health must be restored first." Victor said decisively.