HP's Foreign Land

one,

The melodious voice echoed above everyone's heads.

[Ladies and gentlemen, this is the European Magic School Education Evaluation Conference jointly organized by the French Ministry of Magic, the Russian Ministry of Magic, the Spanish Ministry of Magic, the Italian Ministry of Magic, and the five wizarding education research institutions under the Hungarian Ministry of Magic. Please receive The magic school representative team invited by this education evaluation conference will obey the unified command from now on. 】The bustling front hall gradually quieted down.

"Should we stand forward?" Carlo looked around on tiptoe. Behind them was the gate, which was not conducive to a blockbuster.

Beja shook her head, "Each magic school will be entered by number, even rushing to the front will not help."

Laurent looked at the number plate in his hand. It was exchanged when he presented the invitation letter through the first door. The wizard reminded him to keep it safe. The number 21 was written on the plate, representing Durmstrang’s Entry order.

[Delegates are requested to line up at the entrance of the venue according to the number plates in their hands, and then enter the venue in turn according to the serial numbers on the number plates. ] There was a sudden chaos in the not-so-quiet front hall.

[Please be calm and calm.The magic school that has received the number 1 number plate, please gather at the entrance connected to the main venue. 】The guidance sound was repeated twice.

Standing in the back, Durmstrang and the others vaguely saw the continual commotion ahead through the overlapping figures. Perhaps Team No. 1 was obeying the order to move closer to the entrance.

"It's still early for us." Professor Laurent concluded.

"To be honest, there are more people participating than I thought." Carlo touched his head.

"What do you think?" Laurent asked.

"A few wizards who look like teachers, ordinary rooms and more than a dozen sets of tables and chairs. After we arrive, we will hand in our belongings together, and then take the exam and then the exam..." Fat guy giggled, he was too naive to compare himself with the reality .

"Don't you not like exams?" Heimdall asked in surprise.

When it comes to exam season, Mr. Jones complains no less than he does.

"It's not the same," Carlo said confidently. "Representing the school on the outside and representing yourself in the school are not at the same level."

As a student at the German School, Mr. Jones is also a man of pursuit.

"I don't like exams either." Chug raised his hand.

"Stop talking, we're almost here." The only one who was more involved in the show was Miss Beja.

They heard the radio call to 18.

The people standing in front lined up in the queue in an orderly manner during the number call, and the hurried No. 20 team and the German school team joined the team behind the No. 19 team.The two teams had a face-to-face meeting, and one person from each of the two magic school teams couldn't help being taken aback.

"Rig?" The other party was the first to break the silence.

"Todor!" Heimdall stepped forward in surprise and slapped the smiling Todor.

"Long time no see, how are you?" Todor looked Heimdall up and down.

"You think I'll make myself feel bad?" Heimdall grinned.

Todor sighed pretendingly, "If you have a husband and a child, I really shouldn't ask you that."

In a blink of an eye, Heimdall saw the students behind Todor stretching their necks to watch curiously, so he turned around and introduced them to Laurent and Carlo.

"This is Todor Sliven. I met him at the Heideggerk School of Witchcraft and Magic last school year. He is a student of Cesarea Wizard School," he turned his head and asked, "I remember correctly, right?"

Todor shook his head, his smile became reserved, "Hello."

Todor introduced Heimdall to his professor and classmates again, and the two sides exchanged a few simple greetings, and the broadcast echoing overhead told them that they were going to enter the arena next.Todor and Heimdall waved their hands and returned to their team.

"Sliven... sounds familiar." The fat guy manages a lot of things every day, the database is too huge, and the scanning speed is slow.

Heimdall pretended not to hear.

Leon thought of something, but Heimdall's expression made him dispel the idea of ​​reminding Carlo.

Beja took out a colorfully painted sign from nowhere, on which the words Durmstrang College were spelled out in very fancy letters, and it was also given a changing magic effect, flickering like a neon light, from time to time The firework effect is bursting out. All in all, the color blocks and pictures complement each other, and the chickens and dogs are very lively.

"This is a brand that all of our first graders brainstormed and made." Beja wanted to show off, but the impressions of the seniors seemed to be quite different from what they expected.

Beja said angrily: "We have been making this brand for a long time!"

"Don't get me wrong, we're not saying it's bad, it's just that I'm not used to it." Heimdall hurriedly comforted the little girl who was about to jump.

Carlo echoed, "I'm used to being in a cool-toned environment, but suddenly it's so bright, it takes a while for my eyes to get used to it."

Leon nodded repeatedly.

"It's very beautiful. I like the composition and color." Zug clenched his fists.

Everyone thought he was being polite, but later found that the boy's conclusions were not mixed with any exaggeration.

Carlo couldn't help sighing that he was worthy of Rigg's successor, and he was very close in aesthetics.

Kane was still out of gregarious, hanging at the end of the team with his head down. Even Roy Laurent, a professor who seldom took the initiative to mingle with students, couldn't help but look back at him a few times.

"Here we come! Everyone pay attention, stop talking nonsense and be more energetic, we are about to enter the arena!" Beja seemed to be the real leader of this team that was always on the crooked floor.

Seven people followed behind Cesarea School of Wizardry, and stepped over a strangely shaped arch—the arch was very inclined, or the entire front hall was inclined to the left, and people standing inside would stamp their feet involuntarily to prevent fall.

Behind the arch is a bright and towering round hall, surrounded by stepped tables and chairs. In the center of the round hall is a flat and smooth field. Large conference hall.The dozen or so teams in front stepped up the surrounding steps one after another.

All teams entering the rotunda need to make a turn around the field, and then find the correct orientation under the guidance of the flashing guide board floating in the air, and find their own fixed position through the ascending ladder.

The signboard leader of Cesarea Wizarding School is a handsome male student. Most magic schools choose girls with good looks. Finally, Durmstrang, who has a female student, resolutely joins the ranks of the female students who show off their watery spirit. .With a sweet smile on her face, Beja walked ahead holding a sign with her head held high. The seniors at the back still remembered her request to "walk handsomely". The question was how to be handsome.

Zug stepped forward with his right foot and threw out his right hand at the same time. Leon grabbed him by the collar, and Chug almost slipped. This sudden interruption corrected his hand and foot.Zug smiled sheepishly and let go a little. Although he was still nervous, at least he didn't make any more jokes.

When the group was about to pass the rostrum, the circular hall echoed the introduction about Cesarea School of Magic, and the surrounding tables and chairs were gradually being filled. This reminded Heimdall of the school sports meeting he had participated in. At that time, the dress code Reunification requires loud slogans. Fortunately, slogans are not popular here, otherwise the president of the student union would have to worry about the content of the slogans.

What slogan can Durmstrang shout, learn black magic well, and travel all over the world without fear?

"I can't tell, Cesarea has won many awards." Carlo said in a fuss.

At such a critical juncture, the fat brother did not forget to exchange gossip with the people around him. He is worthy of being a Frenchman who spends his life gossiping. Carlo is also the only one among them who listens carefully to the introduction.

[Invitation letter code 21, Durmstrang College, known as one of the three major magic schools in Europe, has a long-standing reputation.The school is located in the frozen Durmstrang Mountains. Since its inception, the school has adhered to the pure-blood admission model, which has not changed until now. 】Everyone in the German school couldn't help but be full of energy, and the smile on Beja's face who was walking in the front was even brighter.In what they thought were the most handsome and unrestrained postures, the seniors raised their heads and chests, stared ahead, and walked forward slowly.

[Durmstrang Academy is the only formal wizarding academy in Europe that insists on teaching black magic openly so far. Gellert Grindelwald, who caused a bloody storm all over the world before the middle of the [-]th century, once studied at the academy School...] ​​Well, let's turn over old accounts!The black history cannot be erased. It is considered a stain. It has been stuck on the body for more than half a century. The German school is used to it. The original serious group of people leaked air like a balloon with a hole in it, and they were no longer full of energy and radiant.

The Durmstrang team, which had hoped to take this opportunity to show off its ambitions, felt the deep malice from the European Conference on Educational Evaluation.

Beja's sweet smile was so brilliant that no one noticed that her knuckles were pinched white.Just before he was about to walk past the rostrum, the magic wand he had been holding in his hand slammed on the signboard in his hand, and the whole wooden signboard exploded with a sound, straightened into a line in the air and shot towards the rostrum with a chirping sound.Everyone on the rostrum was stunned for a moment, and then became a mess.When the representatives in the audience didn't know what happened, the straight line that caused panic spread out above the rostrum, and the colorful light enveloped the round hall, and the ends of the light rolled up and pushed around like waves.The students who were already seated were moved by this scene, and they exclaimed one after another, and some jumped up exaggeratedly, trying to escape in a panic.

When all this disappeared into the air, the row of huge letters of Durmstrang College was entrenched above people's heads, and it kept pulling upward until it drilled out of the roof.

The wizards on the rostrum had different expressions, and most of them didn't look very friendly—the wizards who were stunned by the explosion and scurrying around like headless chickens had already sat back in their original positions.As for what they thought in their hearts, Beja, the instigator, didn't want to know at all.

Durmstrang's representative team found their seats amidst the chaos.

The senior brothers were relatively calm and didn't care about the scrutiny of their surroundings.Chu Ge's skill is still weak, and he was awkward for a while after sitting down before calming down.

"Too reckless." Professor Laurent looked at Beja sternly.

Beja lowered her head and pinched her robe, "...I just want to impress the judges."

Laurent raised an eyebrow, he didn't believe it.

Beja lowered her head even lower.

"Actually, the timing of the release I envisioned was not at that time. I just couldn't be angry..." Beja is a freshman in the first year. I have personally experienced the ups and downs caused by the title of "Black Magic Factory" to the school.The little girl was young and energetic, and she didn't consider the consequences of impulsiveness.

"Don't blame her, I don't think we would have achieved our goals at this conference even without Beja's slap, now that everyone sees it clearly, they are just giving us an opportunity to participate, it doesn't mean acceptance Leave us." On the surface, Heimdall put on the objective attitude that the president of the student union needs to maintain, but he was actually very happy in his heart.According to his meaning, those fireworks can add several substantive effects, not just scare.

After thinking about it, Mr. Chairman has a heart but no guts. As an IW judge, he has more worries than before.

Laurent looked at Heimdall, then turned to the others, "What do you think?"

Carlo and Leon looked at each other, seeming to agree with Heimdall's judgment.

Kane said nothing.

Zug was bewildered.

Laurent breathed out, "It's good that most of the team are people who understand."

Professor Laurent didn't dare to pour cold water on Kakarov, who was eager to see through until he set off. As long as Durmstrang doesn't ban the teaching of black magic, public opinion will never be biased towards them.

The school has the insistence of the school. Before taking office, several generations of principals have made the same determination to improve the general environment, or try to change the packaging of the public teaching of black magic, and replace the public teaching with other methods that are more moderate and easier to accept. But everyone After taking office, he still walked the old path of his predecessors, and the naivety of changing the soup without changing the medicine is no longer mentioned.

Durmstrang’s teaching methods will not be changed because of public opinion. Beto Prodi, one of the late principals, said a word—Durmstrang will not adapt to the wizarding society in order to win sympathy, and wizards should adapt. Durmstrang.

two,

The second qualifier will be tomorrow. Victor, who was determined not to play, got a three-day vacation with the approval of the head coach. He may not even go to the game tomorrow.Different from the confusing and confusing work in the early stage of the first qualifier, the Bulgarian national team announced the starting lineup early this time, indicating early that the list will not be changed, and the fans also learned early that the idol will not play.

Ticket sales for the second qualifying match were not as ferocious as the previous one. Up to now, two-thirds of them had been sold. Willie Danle's gentle smile seemed a bit far-fetched, but none of this had anything to do with the master.

He walked into the International Confederation of Wizards building, instead of going through the lobby to the elevator, he turned a corner halfway and walked to the information desk.

Victor is a popular figure, and he often goes in and out of the Wizarding Union building, so the staff at the service desk are no strangers to him.

A young male wizard smiled courteously at him, "Mr. Krum, come to fetch the letter again?"

Victor nodded, "Why are you today?"

The young wizard pulled the drawstring at hand, and a slightly harsh bell sounded in his ears, but you couldn't find where the bell hung.

Then, the young wizard said: "I'm going to watch the game tomorrow, and I'm changing shifts with my colleagues."

"Quidditch World Cup qualifiers?"

"Yes."

"Which one are you watching?"

"France vs. Czech Republic."

"That must be quite exciting." Victor commented.

The wizard smiled, "I wish the Bulgarian team a successful start."

"Thank you."

A squirrel with a small cloth bag on its back ran up the table, turned its back very humanely, and pointed the cloth bag containing the letters to Victor.Victor took out the letter, took out ten silver Sickles and put them in the emptied little cloth bag, and took out a small handful of pine nuts to put them in.The squirrel postman jumped out happily, and soon disappeared.

"You don't need to prepare pine nuts specially, these squirrels are getting fatter and lazier after being served," said the wizard.

The squirrel postman team is trained and raised by the Maintenance Office, one of the peripheral departments of the International Federation of Wizards. Not all wizards are willing to let the squirrel postman collect mail for them, because it involves a transaction.The squirrel postman does not deliver for free. Wizards who work in the International Federation of Wizards need to pay a certain errand fee—ten silver Sickles a month.If the Maintenance Office had been formalized, the squirrels would have been able to serve the wizards in the building for free.After all, the wizards who maintain the office also have to eat.

"I have pine nuts with me, they will at least be quicker when they hear my name." Victor took the quill from the wizard, and signed his name on the mail receiving column.

Victor flipped through the letters, put them away, and turned them back as he was about to leave.

The wizard behind the desk blinked puzzled.

"May I receive non-official private mail for Mr. Heimdall Strulusson?" Victor asked.

The wizard opened his mouth, then lowered his head to search, "...Accordingly, all letters cannot be collected, but I remember seeing a power of attorney signed by Mr. Sturluson... Ah, I found it! Yes, you can receive private mail on behalf of Mr. Stulusson."

Ever since Heimdall blew up about the history of receiving threatening letters, Victor has been wary of those letters from unknown sources. Heimdall didn't pay attention to them at first, but he couldn't resist the master's insistence, so he sent them to the work unit All my personal letters were handed over to the master.Unless there are special reasons, relatives and friends generally do not send letters to Heimdall to the unit.

Victor said kindly: "Please let those little guys run again."

three,

Listening to the speeches of the organizers is routine. During the nearly 10 minutes of speeches, Durmstrang and his team performed differently.Carlo, who originally planned to absorb something vigorously, was so hypnotized by the same rhetoric that his eyelids twitched. These pretentious old guys are better than Principal Kakarov, who is talking about school.

Until a witch who seemed to be in her 60s or [-]s stood up and replaced the previous one's rambling, following the scriptures, her loud voice instantly awakened the audience.Everyone straightened their backs sleepily, and it was definitely not the only one who dozed off.

[In order to have a preliminary impression on everyone, there will be a competition next,] the witch smiled slightly at this point. [By the way, to refresh the students. 】The students who had fallen asleep looked around unnaturally.

After another three seconds, the big guy really came back to his senses.

competition? !

Well, why do you want to compete?

Durmstrang and his party were quite calm. They had already experienced the baptism of "maliciousness" and counterattacked on the spot, fully demonstrating the character of "black magic factory" that must be vengeful in the legend.

The five brothers looked at each other and compared each other.

Afterwards, each magic school representative team received a golden rattle, the shape of which was the same as the rattle on the reception desk of the hotel in the early [-]th century, and it was also used by some rich families to call their servants in for service.

The head of the room couldn't help holding the rattle in his hand and looking at it over and over again, and several people who knew his preferences all shook their heads.

"It's not gold." Carlo said firmly.

Heimdall looked at him, and carefully touched the bell tongue inside the golden bell, which was inlaid with a gemstone.

"Gold-plated," said Leon.

"Gold-plating is also gold..." Heimdall couldn't put it down, and was finally snatched by Professor Laurent.

Beja covered her mouth and snickered.

Heimdall finally realized that he had ruined his image in front of his junior junior sister, so he quickly sat upright without looking sideways.

Professor Laurent glared at the students who were "doing nothing" and ordered, "Listen to the questions carefully, and I will answer them for you."

The purpose of rushing to answer is to grab the opportunity, as to whether you will answer is another matter.

Heimdall suddenly had a whimsical idea: "Isn't our potion science invincible all over the world?"

"Good idea!" Professor Laurent gave him a blank look.

In addition to ringing the bell, the teacher leading the team cannot participate in answering questions at all.