HP's Foreign Land

one,

Roniki Quidditch training ground.

In order to meet the upcoming second qualifier, the Bulgarian national team is undergoing intensive targeted training.Victor finished the boring endurance training and completed the two rounds of coordination exercises assigned by the coach, and was then approached by Coach Maric for a conversation. After 15 minutes, he bid farewell to the coach and turned to the locker room.

On the way to the locker room, I ran into "Ace" Willie Danler.

Willie Danle's face was full of spring breeze, sweeping away the gloom of many days. When he saw Victor's face, the light burst out was different from the usual hypocrisy. Victor nodded without changing his expression under his sincere smile.

"Leave?" Dan Le's tone was as if he had wings.

"My training is over." Victor didn't want to talk nonsense with him, but it's a pity that Dan Le did not hesitate to bear the infamy and wanted to join the Bulgarian national team.

"Did you see the starting lineup for the second qualifier?" Danler asked.

"you look at it?"

"I have inside information."

"Are you sure? Your internal information seems to be unreliable."

Dan Le laughed dryly, "This time it's absolutely accurate."

"Are you finally able to play?" Victor nodded. "Good luck."

"Thank you," the acting school showed a regretful expression. "It's a shame you can't."

The master thought he had finally found the opportunity to say that.

"I'm fine," Victor said flatly. "You don't hesitate to offend people, and you resolutely gave up your Norwegian nationality to join the Bulgarian national team. Isn't it just to win the chance to play in the qualifiers? Do it well, or you will be sorry for the Bulgarian fans. Don't care about those rumors. Let Norway call you ungrateful Look at the wizard, you can win glory for the country in the Bulgarian national team."

Dan Le stared at the master without saying a word, no matter how much he opened his mouth, he couldn't continue, and his gentle smile suddenly became unnatural.

Victor pats him on the shoulder and walks past him to the locker room.

An hour later, Victor arrived in Akureyri, the third largest city in Iceland. He walked for a while on a sparsely populated street, and finally stopped in front of a white wooden house, and opened the door to enter.

Inside the door is the second largest wizard department store in Northern Europe. He stood still in front of a shop with a sausage sign. A minute later, a middle-aged witch wearing glasses came to him. She was tall and had long hair. With short curly hair, his eyes glanced at the sausages and bacon on the shelves indifferently.She is Adriana Anselm, Victor's assistant.

Victor turned his head and looked up, hesitated for a moment and said, "Have you started wearing glasses?"

"My husband said they fit me perfectly." Ms. Anselm pushed back her stylish purple glasses that hung on her nose.

Victor turned back, "How is Cha?"

"We can go eat first." Anselm said calmly.

The two bought some local specialties respectively, and the person who paid was Victor.

They ate lunch at a restaurant called the Gradient Orange Paddle, and when dessert was served, Anselm produced a stack of parchment that was stapled together.

"The information provided by Mr. Stulusson is quite comprehensive, although the tracking process was not smooth." Anselm dug a spoonful of strawberry ice cream into his mouth.

"The Rigs you've been thinking about have already been thought of." Victor's tone couldn't hide his pride and warmth.

Similar conclusions were repeated, and Ms. Anselm tried to focus on the ice cream.

Victor clearly remembered the scene when Heimdall handed over important information to him.

Heimdall said: "This is the Mendoza surveillance record I got from the Portuguese Ministry of Magic, which records all his whereabouts after 1950. I also asked the captain of the criminal investigation team of the International Police Corps to make a report for this crime record." Note, what the captain wrote is very interesting, it seems to be ambiguous and inconsistent, but it is actually of great value for in-depth research, the key depends on how you operate it."

"Are you going to give me such an important thing?" Victor asked in surprise.

"It shouldn't be given to you. I suspect that there is something wrong between Mendoza and Henry Drey, and Henry Dray has something to do with the curse at your grandmother's house. I don't believe that there are so many coincidences in the world. I want to continue to investigate Going on, I am worried about scaring the snake, whether it is the police force or IW, all cases are handled in an open and formal process. Once I officially intervene in the investigation, I have to report the privacy to the above in order to explain the cause and effect of the entire case. I don’t want to let Too many people know because this is not a secret of mine alone. As one of the direct heirs of the Krum family, my husband, the father of my son, so this matter is left to you, I know you have access connections."

It was all for himself that he had put so much effort into it... Master Krum couldn't be more moved.

"In order not to startle the enemy, I will take care of the investigation in Bulgaria, do you mind? I will let them keep in touch with your people." Heimdall asked.

Of course the master doesn't mind.

After Victor took the record, he quickly turned a few pages, his brow furrowed.

"The captain of the criminal investigation team seems to be suspicious of something too. The commentary part has certain guidelines. Unlike the case that has never been touched by Mendoza, he really decided not to intervene?" Victor wondered.

"He won't take the initiative to intervene unless ordered from above." Heimdall curled his lips. "For vampires, work is work. Even if they are given the mission of upholding justice, they will not shout the slogan of 'punishing evil and promoting good' spontaneously rushing to the front line of eliminating harm for the people. Whether wizards live or die has nothing to do with vampires. Irrelevant. To put it bluntly, it is to earn money to support the family, and by the way, to fight for a place in the wizarding world that values ​​​​independence."

"Don't forget, Peter is not a wizard." Victor rolled up the parchment.

"No, Peter is a wizard first, and a werewolf second." Heimdall said firmly.

Thanks, dear.

Victor came back to his senses, and the strawberry ice cream on the opposite side was already bottoming out.

"What have you found?" Victor didn't rush to flip through the parchment in his hand.

"Simply put, Mendoza has not achieved nothing in the past 50 years." Ms. Anselm's eyes reveal a little mystery.

Victor took a sip of tea, "Of course he didn't achieve nothing. He led the Egyptian Quidditch team out of Africa and achieved good results."

"I mean his old business," Anselm reminded.

"Old business?"

"Executioner, he hasn't been idle for 50 years."

"He killed again?"

"more than one."

Victor muttered something in Bulgarian, probably something like "Merlin" or "My God".

"Why did he kill?" There is always a motive for killing, right?

"I don't know." Ms. Anselm put down the spoon.

Victor looked at her and said, "This is the conclusion of your investigation?"

"Don't look at me like that, I haven't finished yet," Anselm wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Although the source is not very clear, all the results point to the possibility of buying a murderer to kill someone. When Mendoza led the team to go overseas, there would always be one or two murders with unknown motives in the local area. One or two times can be called a coincidence, three times The above is suspicious.”

"Mendoza is actually a thug, and he is a coach for the convenience of going abroad to commit murder?"

Ms. Anselm nodded.

"Who is behind him?" Victor frowned.

"I said the source is still unclear, but the most suspicious person has already shown his feet."

"Arrange a retreat for Mendoza and introduce him to Henry Drey of the Quidditch League." Victor said in a daze, his expression did not become relaxed.

Anselm smiled slightly, "Boss, can I ask for a raise?"

two,

"Our school is full of talents, and we have a lot of talents, why choose him?!" Caro found sadly that the professors were not as powerful as he thought.

The three of them looked at Kane, a sixth grader who was standing alone not far away, shrouded in gloom. The moment their eyes met, the three of them turned their eyes away at the same time.

Leon was more pertinent, "Kane has good grades, and the professors have a good impression of him."

"Which side are you on?" Carlo said dissatisfied.

"I'm just talking about the facts. We are participating in a conference that focuses on demonstrating the teaching quality of magic schools, not a grand prix for both character and learning."

Carlo was still glaring.

Heimdall grinned and gave a thumbs up, "This is indeed what Leon said."

Carlo came to his senses and laughed out loud, but Fat Brother soon became depressed again.

"It seems that the professors are planning to use us thoroughly, and that kind of person can be selected." Fat Brother was always melancholy.

"I don't think Kane will be outraged at the conference and destroy his future. We will unite as one and strive for a good evaluation for the school." Heimdall made a concluding speech.

Carlo nodded with encouragement, Leon still had the paralyzed face that strangers should not get close to.

The candidates for the top five representative teams of Durmstrang College have been confirmed. The five members are Heimdall Strulusson from the seventh grade; Carlo Jones from the seventh grade; Leon Brueleg from the seventh grade; Kane in the first grade, and Interlaken Zug in the third grade, the next generation pillar of the experimental laboratory.It's a pity that Lian lost the election due to various reasons-what makes the fat brother worry about is that he lost to the scum Kane, otherwise the four of them will join forces to create a better future.

Carlo looked at Zug, who was still chattering with another member of the laboratory, and couldn't help gossiping, "He has a good relationship with Sister Pepper?"

"Well, they are very united." In fact, the degree of harmony between the two is beyond the head of the room's imagination. Little Pepper dragged Chug to talk endlessly. There was no sign of impatience on Chug's face, and Little Pepper's chattering was also very rare. .

Such a scene makes people can't help but produce a kind of wonderful speculation.

"Your expression doesn't match 'unity'." Fat Brother has always been observant about people and things related to gossip.

"Don't think about it." Heimdall finished warning, and said again, "I suddenly realized that the boy who is currently studying in a magic school in France may have lost his hopes."

"What do you mean?" Carlo asked excitedly.

"Can you not gossip?"

"cannot!"

"I'm just thinking about it without evidence, so I can't tell you, otherwise, what's the difference from those bastards who rumored that Victor had several lovers and several illegitimate children?"

"Sharing with others is called gossip. Share it quickly, and I can help you find out whether it is whimsical or not."

Heimdall was unmoved, and the fat guy was extremely depressed—the cake was so tormenting that he couldn't eat it. Carlo rummaged through his pockets and took out sour lollipops for comfort.

The coaches of the Durmstrang school team and the substitute school team came to see them off before they were about to leave.

"Good luck to you, I'm cheering you on at school." Palme shook hands with them. Everyone was beaming and full of energy, but Kane, as always, was out of gregarious, ignoring Palme's hand.

After all, Coach Palme is a person who has seen the world, and he doesn't have the same knowledge as this brat with no hair.

August has always spoken concisely, "waiting for your good news." Then he ignored Kane and directly shook hands with Zug who was standing on Kane's right.

Heimdall and Carlo, who also noticed this detail, quickly exchanged glances.

The Teaching Evaluation Conference thoughtfully arranged for each qualified school a door key to the venue. A group of five people climbed into a short-distance carriage-the carriage will take them to Emerald Village outside the mountain. The door key was set at There, Professor Roy Laurent, who was in charge of leading the team, also got into the carriage. To everyone's surprise, Pepper's friend Beja also came up.

Five pairs of eyes focused on it, and Beja sat down and straightened her hair calmly.

The door closed, the carriage moved in response to the sound, and went straight into the sky in a blink of an eye.

"Why did you come up here?" Carlo asked confusedly.

"Armgard will go to the conference with us." Professor Laurent explained.

Bea's full name is Beatrix Armgard.

(PS: The name is incompetent, I borrowed the name of the abdicated Dutch queen=L=)

"Is she also a member of the representative team?" Kane asked suddenly.

Professor Laurent kept his usual gentle face, and said ambiguously: "Armgard is one of the members of our Durmstrang representative team, please don't bully the female students."

"Before you said that, we didn't even dare to think about it." After Heimdall finished speaking, he really wanted to slap himself, but you owe it!

Laurent smiled slightly, Mr. Chairman broke into a cold sweat, just like the second grader who was almost stripped of his clothes by him that day.

After that, no one spoke again until the sky-drawn carriage stopped in the rough station of Emerald Village.

three,

The Portkey brought them to an open place. Professor Laurent took out his pocket watch and took a look, then led them to turn west and plunge into a small forest.There was soft soil under their feet, and the golden sunlight pierced through the branches of the trees and hit the top of their heads. Several boys began to pull the thick cloaks on their bodies.

Everyone kept their heads on the road, only Zug looked around excitedly, and Heimdall had to turn around to wait for him from time to time, lest he accidentally fall behind.When Heimdall stopped for the fourth time, Kane's face with a strange smile flashed past his eyes, and before he could figure it out, the other party had already walked away.

The sound of brisk footsteps came, and Heimdall met Zug with a bright smile.

Heimdall couldn't help but smile.

When they walked out of the grove, two wizards, one tall and one short, appeared in front of them. The short one was carrying a big bulging bag, and the raised outline could be seen from a long distance.A basket was placed in front of the tall wizard's feet, and there were a few discarded items lying scattered in it—responsible for the recovery of port keys.

Laurent threw the holed badminton racket into the basket, and greeted the two, "Hello, are we not late?"

"No, it's still early." The tall wizard said kindly. "Are you the representatives of Durmstrang College?" The wizard was very discerning and recognized Durmstrang's school uniform.

"Yes." Laurent took out the invitation letter.

The tall wizard took a serious look at it, and then handed it to the short companion. In fact, the short wizard was not really short, but compared to his tall companion.

For some reason, when the silent short wizard saw them dodging, Carlo scratched his face in confusion. He was sure he didn't know each other, so why did the other party always look this way intentionally or unintentionally?Could it be that he is overthinking?

Heimdall, who was standing behind Carlo, had ulterior motives in his eyes, and the short wizard returned the invitation letter to Laurent with a stiff expression.Laurent also sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, but chose to pretend to be ignorant.

A group of people bid farewell to the tall and short people, and continued to move towards the venue.

In fact, Leon, who is more familiar with the way of observation than Carlo, came to Heimdall quietly and asked in a low voice, "Do you know the colleague who carried the cloth bag?"

"It's not considered acquaintance, we both know each other." Heimdall didn't hide anything. "I was a little surprised just now. According to the nature of that person's work, he shouldn't have appeared in the wilderness. Such manual work was originally not available to wizards sitting in offices."

If the door key recovery is strictly in accordance with the process, two departments need to jointly supervise, the wizard traffic command department and the magic product monitoring department. The former ensures the safety of one-time door key recovery, and the latter supervises the safety of the use of the door key.But under normal circumstances, only the traffic command department sticks to the post of door key recovery, and the magic product monitoring department is more likely to slip away.

That short wizard was the culprit who tripped Heimdall at the annual meeting of the International Federation of Wizards Headquarters——Jacques Moreau, who worked for the International Special Magic Products Monitoring Committee, had presided over hundreds of large and small He is a popular figure in the Wizarding Union.

Didn't expect to meet here...

Heimdall looked up and saw Professor Laurent looking back at him, quickly put aside those messy thoughts, and quickened his pace to follow.

four,

The Durmstrang team took out the invitation letter, passed through the first door, and entered the crowded second door.

Many teams from other schools had already gathered in front of them, and the entire front hall was filled with voices in different languages, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed.Turns out they weren't the first ones.

Beja suddenly took out her wand, and waved it hurriedly at the cloak on her body. In the eyes of the senior brothers, the blood-red cloak, which was the same as before, suddenly took on a new look.The style and color of the cloak are very playful and lovely, except for the huge Durmstrang school badge, it is almost completely invisible.

"Why are you changing clothes?" Zug was puzzled.

Beja tidied up her clothes carefully, "I didn't change clothes for our school. I'll be the team leader holding the signs later, and you all will follow me into the arena. Be sure to walk handsomely!"

The brothers looked at each other in blank dismay, how could they be handsome?

Heimdall suddenly realized, and the opening ceremony? !