HP's Foreign Land

one,

After the first ten days of December, Heimdall was transferred from the "intensive care unit" to the "general ward" on the second floor of the school hospital.The students of the German school, who were constantly speculating about the injury or illness of the student council chairman, finally had the opportunity to see whether the chairman is still sane. Genuine update.

"How did you get yourself into the hospital?!" Carlo, who was the first to win the chance to visit the doctor before everyone else, was still dubious about the school's official announcement.

"The horse stumbled." Heimdall, who was eating an apple, said vaguely.

"You don't know, since the news that you went wrong in the experiment and got injured, other research labs seem to have taken madness potion."

"How to say?" Heimdall wondered, his popularity could not be so bad.

"Rian said that the head of the office was so relieved that day, he yelled at everyone that he finally made a mistake, and it would be wrong if he didn't make a mistake."

Heimdall bit down on the apple core, almost choked on his throat, coughed a few times in embarrassment, spit out the core and wiped his mouth, "What do you mean? I wish I was bad?"

Carlo analyzed, "I didn't understand it at first, but after thinking about it, they are probably happy that you fell from the altar and returned to the human team. You have never made mistakes, too high, too impeccable, and compared those room chiefs to scum Yes, it makes the various research laboratories feel very insecure."

Heimdall couldn't laugh or cry, and said angrily, "Isn't it right if I don't make mistakes? Do they prefer my experiments full of loopholes? All right, if they ask me to do experiments again in the future, I will directly blow up the test items they send to scum. "

Carlo realized the seriousness of the problem—his behavior could be called sowing discord, so he quickly said, "Don't say that I told you."

"Who else would it be if it wasn't you? You have the best news about our school!" Heimdall didn't agree to cover it up for him, and the fence-sitting faction wanted to eradicate it to the end.

Carlo was frowning, with a feeling of imminent disaster.

"Have you all gone back for Christmas?" Heimdall watched the students coming and going in groups through the window of the school hospital every day. As Christmas approached, the campus gradually became deserted.

"Most of the time, the World Cup qualifiers, no one wants to stay in school and wait for the news." Carlo actually wanted to attend the game in person, but the French team is so strong that they don't have to participate in the knockout rounds, making Mr. Jones' life difficult It was tasteless.

"Rian hasn't gone back yet, he plans to see you in the afternoon before leaving." Carlo said again. "Leon has already left, he asked me to say hello to you."

Leon came to visit Heimdall last night, and this Mexican classmate always appeared at the most unexpected time.

"Austria needs to play in the knockout rounds, right?" Heimdall said.

Carlo nodded.

A total of 43 teams signed up for this year's Quidditch World Cup European Division. The qualifiers need to determine the top 11 to enter the official competition. Among them, at least 8 teams will be wiped out in the knockout round before the qualifiers.In fact, the Austrian team's skills are not too bad. Many excellent players play for world-class clubs. Unfortunately, Austria is located in the continent of Europa, where there are many masters.

The last time the Austrian team entered the top [-] was at the beginning of the century.

"What about you? Support the Bulgarian team?" Carlo asked.

Nowadays, the Quidditch World Cup is a topic all over the world. Almost every wizard is talking about it, and the school is no exception. Even the professors have favorite objects of support, and ask each other which team is more popular in their spare time. look good.

"At this stage, I will fully support the Iceland team, as for the Bulgaria team..." Heimdall shrugged. "I just cheer for Victor."

In other words, the head of the office only supports the husband, and has no direct relationship with which team the husband is in.

"Have all the girls from the substitute school team come back?" Heimdall asked, forced to retreat for many days and urgently needed an update.

The pod lying on the window sill basking in the sun jumped up and fell to the head of the bed. Heimdall fished it out and held it in his arms.

"I'm back." Carlo saw that it was fun for Doudou to roll around coquettishly, so he couldn't help reaching out to touch it, but Doudan dodged it arrogantly.

"Still in school?"

"Now, Coach August asked them to sum up their experience. The first-year class in the first half of the school year has ended, and they just use the time to strengthen their practice."

"Coach August is going to take them to the World Cup?" Heimdall was speechless at August's nervous pursuit of perfection.

"Isn't it going to the Youth World Cup? The coach is under a lot of pressure." Carlo said.

"Well, I'm a layman, so I don't want to make trouble for the coach, but it can't be endless. A combination of work and rest can help improve performance." Heimdall said. "Please give me a hint and tell Coach August not to twist the players' nerves too tightly. They are still a group of children. I don't want the future flowers to be destroyed."

Carlo nodded.

Heimdall unexpectedly kissed the pod on the mouth, and the pod arched its back with a "meow", as if it was greatly frightened.Heimdall laughed loudly, and Pod suddenly became angry, broke away from his palm and jumped out of bed.

Carlo was watching it amusedly, when he heard Heimdall ask, "How are you and Susan?"

"That's it, it's okay." Carlo suddenly recalled, staring at Heimdall, tongue-tied, "Why do you..."

"What's wrong with me?" Heimdall pretended to be puzzled.

"It's okay." The gossip little prince was actually shy.

Heimdall picked up the snack box by the bed, lowered his head to pick and choose, "Weird chocolate, do you want some?"

This move relieved Carlo's embarrassment, and he hurriedly said: "Don't move, let me do it!"

two,

The feeling of being woken up in the middle of the night is uncomfortable, and those who have experienced it must resonate.Heimdall, who was dreaming a dream with a completely relaxed facial expression, was awakened in this state. The dream at that time made him unable to stop, maybe it was about money, maybe it was about meat, maybe it was about the master... All in all, it was very beautiful, so The head of the room who was forced to wake up was full of resentment.

He squinted his eyes in the dark environment, behind him was a tall and wide glass window-the night in the Durmstrang Mountains could not reveal a little bit of starlight, and the moonlight was just a legend; the calling continued, and he finally recognized the origin of the voice Provenance - Portrait on the opposite wall, featuring Mr. Follett's great-grandmother Isis, who worked as school nurse in Durmstrang.

Heimdall took out the wand under the pillow and lit the fluorescent flashes.

【look!he woke up! ] Someone screams in the portrait.

Isis, who had to "entertain" guests at night, cursed in fluent Spanish. Usually a dedicated doctor is very reluctant to see a patient's health being affected, especially under his own eyes.

【I won't hurt him! 】The man yelled unbearably, Isis's roar was very penetrating.

【I'm serious, I'm already here, I won't leave without talking to him, if you want to keep calling, please feel free, don't blame me for delaying Stulusson's rest.What's more, the current manager of the school hospital is your great-grandson, not you. 】Isis's roar stopped abruptly, she pulled the wide skirt angrily, sat down on the wooden chair beside the hospital bed and turned her back, looking like she couldn't see it.

Seeing him looking at him, Heimdall said, "Hello, what's the matter?"

The Night Visitor is Bakatin, the Sage of the Six.

Heimdall was not too surprised by his arrival. He was mentally prepared when he proposed to destroy the steles. He didn't expect the six sages to be so calm, and they didn't come to chat with him until tonight.

[I heard that you proposed to the past principals to destroy the steles? 】

"It's a fact, my application has already been submitted." Heimdall said frankly.

[Withdraw that application immediately! 】The six sages were furiously stimulated by his righteousness.

"It can't be done. I don't want to miss the opportunity to make a suggestion like that."

[I repeat, I order you to withdraw the application! 】

"I'll say it again, it can't be done."

Bakatin's face was gloomy and frightening, and Heimdall's scalp felt numb. At the same time he vigilantly turned off the fluorescent lights, Bakatin broke away from the portrait and headed towards the place where Heimdall was at an unbelievable speed. He flung himself on the bed, and the ferocious expression of swearing to never give up made people shudder.

Shocked, Heimdall threw a freezing spell in an attempt to prevent Bakatin from approaching. Before the freezing spell touched Bakatin, he broke it as easily as he waved away some dirty object.Heimdall immediately released the second spell, and the surrounding chairs flew up one after another as if they had been given life, and smashed towards Bakatin.

Bakatin ignored them, and the chair passed through Bakatin's body as if through the air, and hit the ground hard with a loud crash.

Fuck!It's too rambunctious!The head of the room beat his chest and stamped his feet.

Before Bakatin rushed to the bed, Heimdall jumped up from the bed, and the bean pod that was quietly lying in wait at the end of the bed stretched out its claws and swiped at Bakatin, only to pass through him like a chair.Bakatin flinched on the bed, and was about to get up when wisps of black smoke floated out from the nest of quilts. The smoke was inconspicuous in the dark environment. By the time Bakatin noticed it, the smoke had gathered and turned into an illusion It became concrete, and stretched out a pair of black and thin claws, precisely entangled Bakatin.

Bakatin was taken aback, but only taken aback. He waved his wand, but he couldn't see him chanting a spell or doing anything. The black claws burned like a lit firewood with a bang, and instantly turned into decay and disappeared. .

At this moment, Bakatin discovered that his body was left with black spots, which seemed to be stains that could not be washed off, which made Bakatin even more annoyed. He looked for Heimdall angrily, but found that the whole body The room was silent, even the people in the portraits had disappeared.

Bakatin's anger value is almost bursting.

"Six Sages!"

Bakatin turned around, only to see a mass of light blinding him like a turbulent wave sweeping towards him, and it was about to drown him. Bakatin felt inexplicably terrified, and he raised his wand, trying to resist the force. The approach of the ball of light and the terrible impact on him, but he found himself helpless, he didn't know how to resist, thousands of spells flashed in his mind, but he found nothing.

Finally, Bakatin watched the light piercing his body, and he lost consciousness in the overwhelming brilliance.

The school doctor Mr. Follett, who was awakened by his great-grandmother's magic voice, climbed up to the second floor in embarrassment. He only wore one shoe on his foot and his nightgown was put on backwards.Mr. Follett, with a bird's nest head, quickly lit the chandelier on the second floor, and was startled by the rickety chairs all over the floor, and then saw Heimdall standing there in good condition.Follett approached quickly, and then saw the Six Sages lying on the ground.

When he asked the question "Who is this man" with a face full of surprise, the people on the ground disappeared.

Mr. Follett was shocked.

"I think he's gone back into his portrait," Heimdall reassured Mr. Follett.

"Who is that?"

"Known as the Six Sages of Durmstrang when alive, one of the founders of the school."

"Six Sages?!" Mr. Follett almost thought that criminals had sneaked into the school to try to sabotage, "Why did the Six Sages attack you in the middle of the night? Did he attack you just now?" There were chairs all over the floor and some clues , very convincingly.

"I think he was probably controlled by his obsession, and he forgot his identity when he was alive. He didn't attack me. In fact, he couldn't cast any offensive magic at me. At most, he used other methods to punish me and make me uncomfortable... "But the Six Sages didn't do that. Heimdall believed that the Six Sages had a lot of means to make him miserable, even if it wasn't an attack spell, he was equally familiar with it.

Mr. Follett was a little confused. He waved away those for a while, ordered Heimdall to go to bed immediately, and then ordered the house-elf to tidy up the room.

"How did you get him lying on the ground?" Mr. Follett couldn't help gossiping after confirming that he was all right.

"For a few seconds just now he looked like a dementor."

Mr. Follett couldn't help laughing, "Did you call the Patronus?"

Heimdall nodded and muttered in a daze, "I didn't expect it to work."

three,

The six sages were grounded, just when Heimdall thought that this matter was over and no third living person would know.

"Don't look at me like that, I don't like to gossip around." Mr. Follett felt that Heimdall's suspicious eyes were particularly harsh.

"I'm sorry." Heimdall apologized.

Mr. Follett snorted coldly and left straight away.

Professor Kattenen, who brought him the recent situation of the Six Sages, watched Mr. Follett with him, and then turned his gaze back.

"The Six Sages themselves said it." Ka Jiejie said.

"Leniency for the confession?"

"It can also be said that the six sages first confessed to the two sages what he did on a whim that night. Later, the sages got together to discuss countermeasures, and finally decided to disclose this matter to the principal's gallery."

"So the Six Sages were 'sentenced' to be grounded?"

"If you are dissatisfied, I may speak to the past principals."

"No need, the Six Sages didn't hurt me that night. He probably just wanted to scare me. I didn't expect to lose control for a while and make a lot of noise."

"Do you know what the Six Sages said?" Katenin asked meaningfully.

"How to say?"

"He said that his mind went blank for a few seconds. If it weren't for the powerful spell protection in the castle and the control magic specifically aimed at him, he might have really done something irreversible to you."

"...That means I actually saved my life that night?" Heimdall laughed.

Victor, who had been silent all this time, coughed, and Heimdall restrained his smile, making himself look trembling and scared.

It was not his fault that he was attacked in the school hospital in the middle of the night!Just like if a wallet is stolen, you can't blame the owner's wallet for being too good-looking!

"Then Stele Array?" Heimdall thought this was very important, and he couldn't be shaken by the repentance of the six sages.

"Destroy it for sure." Katenen said. "The six sages didn't try to find a way to prevent the result from taking effect. He said that these things have nothing to do with him. He decided to stay in his sage's room and never leave voluntarily."

"What did the principals say?"

"Only Principal Beto Prodi thinks that the Six Sages are too harsh on him, and he appeals to successive principals to open their hearts and forgive the Six Sages for their 'little mistakes'."

Heimdall thought for a while, then asked, "Does Professor Ferdinand agree with the destruction of steles?"

"Yes."

That's right, Beto and Ferdinand are enemies.

four,

A week later, Heimdall finally left the school hospital with the approval of Mr. Follett, and the family of three braved the wind and snow to go to the sixth knockout round of Group F in Helsinki, where Iceland played against Egypt.

In terms of total points, Egypt is slightly better than Iceland. As long as they beat Iceland in this round, Egypt can stay on the qualifier list.If Iceland loses this game, it will face a difficult situation, that is, it will officially enter the knockout battle and compete with other lower-ranked teams for the few places left in the qualifiers.

They walked out of the fireplace, Victor threw three silver Sickles into the basket by the fireplace, Heimdall thought it was too expensive, and pouted.Before leaving the room, Victor carefully arranged the scarves and cloaks for Heimdall and Mionir respectively.At the master's insistence, the father and son, who were wrapped up like two Quaffles, looked at each other with a tacit understanding, and smiled at each other after seeing each other's funny appearance.

The Whooper Swan Quidditch Stadium is deserted, which shows that the match between Iceland and Egypt has not attracted much attention.Icelandic wizards are not as fond of Quidditch as Gobstones. It can be said that Nordic wizards love Gobstones far more than Quidditch. Perhaps this is one of the main reasons why the Quidditch results in the Nordic countries have not been tepid.

"Today there is a match of the Norwegian Gobstone national team. I guess everyone is going to Oslo." Victor said.

There were very few spectators, and it was bleak and quiet inside and outside the stadium. The work enthusiasm of the security guards outside the stadium was as low as the attendance rate.Before entering the stadium, the security guard glanced lazily at their tickets, then returned his gaze to the magazine, which was about Gobshi.

Mionir got excited when he saw so many seats. The baby didn't feel that there were few people. Based on the few experiences of watching the master's game in the past, he thought that the huge venue would be full of seats in a while, so he quickly took the little papa's hand Go grab a seat.

There is no fixed seat number for the tickets for the knockout round, so you can get where you sit.

"Let's sit closer?" Heimdall discussed with her husband.

"It's better to sit higher, and the middle is lower." Victor took a few glances and pointed with his finger. "It's not bad there!"

The family of three moved over, Heimdall and Mionier took off their heavy cloaks, and Mionier sat on the little papa's lap eating a honey lollipop, looking around from time to time.

Voices came from the empty back.

"I just said they will definitely come to the Iceland game."

The family of three turned their heads at the same time, and the Sturluson brothers smiled at them.

"Father, Snow!" Heimdall exclaimed in surprise.

"Grandpa, little grandpa!" Mionier waved the lollipop in his hand.

Victor stood up.

Snow patted Victor on the shoulder to signal him to sit down, and sat down on Victor's other side; Rommel sat on Heimdall's side.

"Aren't you going to the preparation room to encourage the Icelandic players?" Heimdall realized that Snow meant to occupy his seat for a long time.

"I told them that I would not come to the game today, and they seemed very nervous with me here." Snow said helplessly.

"Then you still brought me here?!" Rommel was angry.

"I learned this from you. I never tell the truth to my subordinates." Snow looked innocent.

Heimdall rubbed his nose, controlled his expression, and glanced quietly at the master who was also laughing.

"What's so good about Quidditch? You can't win anyway!" Rommel couldn't help complaining. He originally planned to go to Oslo to watch the Gobstone match, but he was called by his younger brother Snow early in the morning to cheer for the knockout match that he probably couldn't win. , Rommel did not like to force himself to endure the doomed failure since he was a child.

"Are you still from Iceland?!" Snow couldn't bear it anymore.

"Icelanders can't tell the truth? Are you sure you can win this game?"

Snow pursed his lips.

Rommel took out his pipe angrily.

"Smoking is prohibited here!" Snow said coldly.

Not to be outdone, Rommel said, "I'm breaking the law if I hold it in my hand?"

Mionir didn't dare to speak anymore with a lollipop in his mouth, and curled up and nestled in the little papa's arms.

Heimdall said to the master cautiously: "Father is very angry today."

Snow's ears were sharp, "He lost the bet with the Moroccan branch chairman and lost 50 Galleons."

In the just-concluded Group E knockout round, Finland, which was generally optimistic before the game, lost to Morocco, which had the same points, and unfortunately missed the qualification to advance to the qualifiers.For Rommel, 50 Galleons would not make him obsessed, it was too embarrassing. Fortunately, the director of the Finnish Sports Department boasted that the team was unparalleled in the world, which made him believe it was true, but the result was completely opposite!

"You have to have confidence in the Nordic teams." Snow persuaded.

Coincidentally, Iceland's opponent Egypt today is also from North Africa, another contest between ice and fire.