HP's Foreign Land

one,

The news that Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will send a newly formed women's Quidditch school team to play spread like wildfire. The well-behaved campus life has been injected with a powerful dose of chicken blood, and even the stagnant seventh grade is slightly turbulent up.It is not accurate to say that it spread like wildfire. The portraits of the castle and the dormitory tower that love to visit are not less inciting, and the word of mouth is very good, as if it has been seen and heard.

Durmstrang was furious for a while... The theory of kicking the pavilion was Heimdall's own conspiracy theory, let's be objective: the crowd was passionate.

Most of the males from the German school thought that Beauxbaton had the unique conditions to form the women's school team, and it was a waste of money not to form it.I have seen too many masters in their school playing handsome, and the males of the German school expressed dissatisfaction-is there a more masculine magic school than Durmstrang?Must not!So I can't wait to look up at the beautiful faces and moony faces in front of my eyes... Well, the gorgeous blooming in front of my eyes is the common voice of all the males of the German school-the images of the girls of the school have long been blurred in my mind.

Chairman Sturlusson is used to the inner nature of male alumni turning their elbows outwards. Fortunately, they can hold on to it at critical moments, and they don't really take advantage of it.

Speaking of conspiracy theories, Mr. Carlo Jones, the vice-chairman, did not hesitate to stand in a row with the chairman, spurning Beauxbaton's sinister intentions together.

"Didn't you always emphasize that you are a proud French wizard?" Heimdall said.

"People need to know how to face up to the reality, escape will not bring happiness." Caro spoke righteously.

Mr. Jones has been living a very happy life recently, and his relationship with his girlfriend is on the rise. The inconvenience of long-distance love and the ensuing longing continue to sublimate their emotions. Beauxbaton's gorgeous signboard is in the Mr. Jones's eyes were mosaiced.

Heimdall glanced at the fat guy who was full of worry, and called a meeting of the student council members.

As one of the protagonists, Durmstrang's substitute school team has not expressed any opinions, and someone in the school team can't sit still.

That man was third grader Robert Maroney.

Maroni was originally a member of the school team who didn't want to make progress. He relied on "selling his appearance" to deceive the former captain and became the main batsman. He doesn't know how to use his brain to be flexible -- he swings the club without a brain and is passive. The only thing worthy of praise is that he rides the broom well, and the elusive Bludger just missed him.All in all, the "three no talents" were finally invited out of the school team by the new coach.

Unexpectedly, the ruthlessness of the new coach aroused Maroni's desire to win. After repeated team assessments, he finally returned with a subtle advantage—in fact, the new coach was annoyed and deliberately released water. Go to the ranks of the school team and become one of the substitutes.

Maroni's eldest brother Enrique, who has the same father, the same mother, and a different surname, after more than ten years of getting along day and night, concluded that the reason why his younger brother is so persistent in the school team's main selection is that he does not have the talent foundation of the main hitter, in other words It's said that his younger brother's crime factor has bounced back -- if he doesn't get it, it's the best!

As soon as the news of Beauxbaton's coming to kick the hall came out, the classmate Maroni, who had committed a crime with his life, had a hard time sleeping and eating.

"Why is it the substitute school team, not the school team?!" Maroni slapped the chairman's desk with a slap.

Looking at the whole school, only the brat Maroni dared to slap the stage in front of Heimdall. The members of the student union who witnessed this scene were a little scared at first, but as Maroni was safe and sound and the number of repeated admonitions increased, they repeatedly refreshed In everyone's mind, the upper limit of the endurance data of the student union chairman.

In fact, Heimdall is not very patient, he just can't haggle over every detail with a third-grade kid—whether he can, or can't——loving the lower grades has been the main theme he has repeated every day since he took office, and he doesn't want to deny himself.

"The other party named the substitute school team in the letter." The more you take Maroni seriously, the more energetic he is. Heimdall should try to be concise when talking to him.

"You get their varsity team!" Maroney yelled without hesitation.

"If I could dictate to Beauxbatons, would I still sit here and let you yell at me?" Heimdall said slowly.

This kid Maroni never gets the point.

Next, Maroni began to criticize Heimdall's various incompetence, and taught him to seize the opportunity to deepen the influence. The emergence of Beauxbatons women's Quidditch provided a very favorable conscience for the common progress of the two school teams. As for the competition platform, Heimdall can easily invite Beauxbaton's school team...

"As the chairman of the student union, you have to take the overall situation into consideration. Being obsessed with substituting the school team is not conducive to the improvement of the overall strength. The revival of the school team not only needs time to temper, but also needs the escort of the school, and actively creates a beneficial situation for it. "It's nothing more than implying that he is eccentric, emphasizing that the school team is the focus of training, and it's just a joke to replace the school team, and you really lose.

"How long have you memorized these few words?" Heimdall finally spoke.

The arrogant Maroney was taken aback, and he tightened his jaw when he met the perceptive gaze of the president of the upper student union, and muttered reluctantly, "One hour..."

Enrique, who was watching from the sidelines, rolled his eyes. He shouldn't expect Robert's brain to evolve with age.

"Enrique." Heimdall turned his head and scanned the crowd.

Enrique quickly flashed in front of people, looking like a servile little girl.

"You called me?"

"Since you have time for your brother to prepare to fool me, I will teach you the welcome speech before the game."

Enrique nodded dryly.

"School team..." Unwilling to be lonely, Maroni continued his efforts in a low voice.

"Okay, let's go out!" Enrique rarely showed his brother a false color.

Maroni was furious, and before he could yell, Enrique, who had been prepared, covered and pulled with his left and right hands, and returned the cleanliness to the student union.

two,

To meet Beauxbaton's women's Quidditch team, Durmstrang's substitute school team was not as busy as other students guessed, day and night, the girls were led by the experienced coach August Step by step, except for a targeted training before dusk, even the meal time was not delayed.

The school team coach Palme occasionally appeared outside the field of the substitute school team, sometimes helping to pick up a ball and tidy up equipment; Training results offer a personal perspective...

The kids on the school team were unhappy, and Maroni went to the student union to file a complaint about it. Heimdall labeled him "doesn't know how to love classmates" and went back home sullenly.

The girls on the substitute school team laughed at Maroni when they found out. The girls said that the school team coach came to help his boyfriend in his spare time.After being labeled as "unfriendly to classmates" by the president of the student union, and then labeled as "not understanding love" by the girls who can speak well, Maroni, who had such a boyish mind for the second in command of the substitute school team, completely died down. .

Another three days slipped by, and the agreed day arrived as scheduled.

What caught Chairman Sturluson by surprise was that the evaluation team from the European Wizard Education Evaluation Conference arrived on the same day. The chairman and the vice-chairman looked up at the colorful banner hanging above the gate of the castle to welcome Beauxbaton, frowning for a while. No show.

"What?" Carlo said.

What else can we do? Divide the troops into two groups.

"How?" Carlo asked again.

Heimdall thought that the date of Beauxbaton's arrival was agreed in advance, and the other party was led by the president of the student union, and there must be a teacher following him. As the president of the student union of the German school, Heimdall should go to greet him.But the evaluation team...

"I think you should follow the principal. You can go wherever Professor Karkaroff goes." Carlo gave him a suggestion.

"I think you should follow the principal." Heimdall made a decision. "...Forget it, leave the principal alone, you go to meet the evaluation team, and I will go to the square to wait for Beauxbaton's Quidditch team."

The two separated in front of a fork in the road and headed in different directions.

Surprisingly, Karkaroff was also in the square.

"Aren't you going to meet the evaluation team?" Heimdall asked in surprise.

"It's not like they haven't been here before. They are so big and still don't know their way?" Karkaroff said rudely.

What kind of awkwardness is the headmaster doing?Heimdall was speechless.

"I have no objection to your decision." Heimdall said vaguely.

Karkaroff pursed his lips, and still gave an explanation in a unhappy manner, "Professor Katenin has gone."

Beauxbaton's carriage landed with a neighing sound. He probably didn't like the climate in the Durmstrang Mountains. He was very irritable when he put his hooves on. Professor Patrick Lacey of the Protection of Magical Creatures class who volunteered to take care of the Pegasus in advance was due to the opportunity No, slipped and fell to the ground.

Heimdall silently stared at Professor Lacey who got up awkwardly. When Karkaroff expressed his concern symbolically, Heimdall restrained his emotions and showed the appearance of a competent student union chairman, followed by greetings.

After several days of observation by Heimdall, Patrick Lacey seemed to have been exchanged back without anyone noticing, and he was no longer the Sibei product of Lacey Pi Brown.Carlo agreed with him, and Carlo was the second of them to pay attention to Professor Lacey all the time.Everyone has different majors after graduation, and the course selection in the last academic year is also different. Carlo overcame the shadow of Xibei and resolutely faced up to the difficulties, and continued to take his favorite course of protection of magical creatures. More time than someone without an elective, his judgment deserves to be adopted.

As for the whereabouts of Brown, the surreptitious "gut", Katenen must not stay out of it...

Heimdall cleared his mind and smiled at Beauxbatons' visitor.

three,

Karkaroff exchanged greetings with Beauxbaton's leading teacher. Both of them praised the other school in a good mood, but they didn't mention the friendly Quidditch match.Beauxbaton read through the campus environment that Durmstrang didn't take the friendly match too seriously this time, which was beyond their expectations.Beauxbaton upholds the fine tradition of restraint and prudence, and he is ashamed of the queen's wife selling melons, so he tries to arouse Karkaroff's well-known comparison spirit, and promotes himself through Durmstrang.It's a pity that they underestimated Karkaroff after all. The principal of the German school is mercenary, but he refuses to be used.

Principal Karkaroff has been an important lackey of the mysterious man at any rate. If you can't see this, it would be too insulting to the IQ of the principal. The IQ of the mysterious man who has come back from the mountain has also been questioned.

Counting the many Quidditch matches hosted by Durmstrang in the past, today is the most deserted one. The principal didn't even mobilize the students to cheer for the school in advance. Absorb cultural knowledge in the classroom.

The wind in the morning was biting, piercing into the neckline, without the expected warm welcome ceremony, Beauxbaton's children stood in the bleak and empty square, their little faces were blue from the cold, and their noses were red.

After Beauxbaton's leading teacher went through a series of mental activities, the smile on his face was no longer as bright as it was at first.

Karkaroff pretended he didn't see anything, and turned his head to wink at Heimdall.

The agreed game was held in the afternoon, and the biggest wish of the Beauxbatons' children now was to get into the warm room and have a cup of hot drink.Karkaroff seemed thoughtful and asked if they wanted to walk around the campus, and the principal enthusiastically said that he would be happy to be a guide.

The girls in Beauxbatons shook their heads bitterly. If it wasn't for their love of beauty and lack of attention to the environment, how could they lose their composure? The girls were about to cry, and their hands and feet were numb from the cold.Beauxbaton and his party consisted of 10 people. In addition to the 7 regular members of the women's Quidditch team and a teacher who led the team, there were also two followers.One of the attendants is Beauxbaton's student union president, Clemence Arel, Carlo's former crush; the other...

Heimdall glanced over, and Jeanne gave him a sweet smile.

It's not safe to have a baby in your stomach, does the child's father know?

Rangna, who already has a master, is not like the cute girls who don't know how to measure. Not only is she wrapped tightly, but she also throws a few warm spells at herself before getting off the car. Right now, she is the face of the whole team. The most ruddy one.

Finally, Karkaroff mercifully led the group towards the castle, and the girls who were busy casting the warming spell on themselves were overwhelmed with gratitude.

Carlo, who was entertaining the evaluation team, suddenly rushed over, and the group had to stop.

Karkaroff glanced slowly at the blue-faced visitor from afar, then rolled his eyes, nonchalantly asked why Karol was in such a hurry.

The girls of Beauxbatons wanted to cry, but Mr. Principal was addicted to shaking.

"What's going on?" the headmaster said seriously.

It turned out that after the evaluation team learned that Beauxbaton and Durmstrang had a friendly match today, they expressed their intention to join in the fun. Carlo received the instruction to take the team for a walk around the campus, and the guests asked him not to be good. Refused, so take a shortcut and ask for instructions before copying them.

Of course Karkaroff didn't want the evaluation team to meet Beauxbatons, so that Beauxbaton's women's school team would have a chance to shine, but he couldn't blatantly obstruct it.

"Where are they now?" Karkaroff asked.

"Still looking at the stone carvings at the gate."

Heimdall clicked his tongue, the experts are very leisurely.

Karkaroff said, "Take them around the outermost route," and asked, "Can you bear it?"

The outermost area is the original style with almost no roof for shelter from wind and rain. The wind, knife, frost, sword and strange rocks are the true embodiment of the harsh environment of the German school, and it is also the most majestic and magnificent scenery.

"No problem," Carlo said.

Karkaroff patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Make up a reason to call Professor Katenin back, don't you mind?"

"I don't mind." Carlo said quickly.

Heimdall thought that the headmaster was making an excuse for Professor Katenen to take a break, and the headmaster was afraid that the honorary headmaster would be frozen.

Carlo knew all the instructions, turned around and left quickly, without taking a second look at Beauxbaton's visitor.

four,

Karkaroff placed Beauxbaton's guests in a spacious reception room on the second floor. This room was originally a public storage room for Potions classes. Later, Professor Laurent had better storage conditions, and this room was After being idle, Karkaroff asked the house elf to clean up after learning about the situation.

The window of the reception room is facing the glass greenhouse. Looking from a distance, through the glass and snow, you can vaguely see the verdant greenery in the greenhouse. The overall view outside the window is not satisfactory.The mountains of the German School are dripping with ice, and throughout the year, Beauxbaton's visitors are not for the purpose of leisure travel, so after sincerely praising the warmth and comfort of the reception room, there is nothing to say.

They need time to thaw their frozen brains.

Jeanne sat comfortably in an armchair in a corner, and did not move towards the fireplace, which was already too crowded.

Heimdall saw that Karkaroff was still talking nonsense to the teacher who led the team, and members of Beauxbaton's women's school team gathered together to whisper, so he went to Jeanne and brought her a drink.

After Jeanne thanked her, she took it and found that it was milk.

"Didn't you follow Beauxbaton to Durmstrang in Heidegrack? Why did you follow Beauxbaton to Durmstrang?" Heimdall didn't believe that Jeanne was interested in the women's Quidditch team.

"I had a quarrel with Andrew." Jeanna said bluntly.

"For what?" Heimdall told himself that the pregnant woman had a changeable personality, so she couldn't take her words too seriously.

"She took advantage of my pregnancy to look for women outside."

Heimdall blinked his eyes, and it was difficult for him to believe even if he calmly said such explosive remarks.

"Is there a woman pestering Andrew?"

"I saw with my own eyes that he was pestering that woman."

"So you ran back to Beauxbatons in a fit of anger?"

"That's not true," said Jeanne with a calm face. "I'm going back to school to take the graduation exam. If I arrive at school early, I can review for a few more days in a familiar environment. I will ask the professors to give me extra lessons."

"Then..." Heimdall didn't finish, but was interrupted by Jeanna.

She waved her hand irritably, "Don't worry about it, you won't understand if you tell me!" Her tone was unconsciously a little offended.

Heimdal paused, with a half-smile, "You think I want to control you?"

Jeanna hurriedly put down her glass and held Heimdall's hand, "I'm sorry Rieger, because the matter is related to Andrew's ex-wife, I don't know how to say it, and I don't want to mention that ungrateful woman to my friends, so...you must not Angry." As he spoke, his eyes were watery, and he looked like he was about to cry.

The fact that the pregnant woman's emotions are prone to ups and downs is really not just nonsense. Heimdall hurried back to hold her hand, comforted her emotions repeatedly, and firmly told her that he was not angry.

Jeanne felt relieved that he hadn't justified herself.

"Andrew didn't do anything to apologize to you, did he?" Heimdall asked worriedly.

"No." Jeanna shook her head.

Heimdall asked puzzled, "Hasn't his ex-wife resolved yet?"

"Andrew's father seemed to have left something to the woman before he was alive, and the woman came to the door persistently for that thing—I suspect it was a very valuable thing. In order to prevent me from thinking wildly, Andrew agreed to let me go back to school early."

"It was you who offered to go back to school?" Heimdall asked.

Jeanne nodded.

Heimdall patted her hand, and Jeanne understood his relief and smiled at him.

After the two had finished their conversation, they turned around and saw that the girls from the Beauxbaton Girls' School Team looked at them with an uncomfortable ambiguity, and their eyes swept over the two of them.The news of Jeanne's engagement had already reached Beauxbaton, but the news of her pregnancy was unknown to the students except Beauxbaton's principal and a few professors.

These girls are obviously overthinking.

Fives,

Beauxbaton's team leader this time is called Le Pen. He is of medium build. He is not handsome but has a friendly face. The first impression he gives is not bad. He is not a nagging person. Appropriately catering to the topic, judging from this, he is a good person to get along with.

It seems so on the surface, there is a saying that you know the face but not the heart, so Heimdall is not in a hurry to draw conclusions.

Heimdall is currently taking Professor Le Pen on a tour of the campus of Durmstrang, which can be seen everywhere. Professor Le Pen came to Durmstrang for the first time, and during the conversation with Karkaroff, he repeatedly hinted at his desire The intention to see the whole picture.

Although Karkaroff is a high-spirited talent, he still depends on the target. Professor Le Pen wants to have no status, no status, no status. He is just an ordinary educator in a magic school, and he is completely incapable of catching up with Karkaroff. At the lowest threshold of flattery, Karkaroff thought that he had exhausted his benevolence by talking so many words with him, so he changed hands and threw him to Heimdall.

After visiting the famous greenhouse, Professor Le Pen suddenly sighed, "Durmstrang is not what it used to be!"

Heimdall felt a little harsh, what do you mean?Their school used to suck?

Chairman Sturluson kept his expression on.

"I heard that the European Conference on Education Evaluation accepted Durmstrang's application?" Professor Le Pen seemed very interested.

"Yes, there is such a thing." Heimdall nodded reservedly. "Thanks to the care of the European Educational Evaluation Conference, not only is we not what it used to be, but the Educational Evaluation Conference is also changing with each passing day."

Le Pen's expression remained unchanged. I don't know if he didn't understand, or because he had a strong mental quality.

Heimdall hopes it's the former.

Le Pen made a straight turn and turned onto a road. Heimdall didn't stop him, and turned along with him.

More than once, the professor has gone out of his way.

"Durmstrang passed the evaluation review. Does it represent that your school has reached a consensus with the evaluation conference that black magic teaching will be canceled in order to worry about the impact of word-of-mouth and reputation in the future?" Le Pen probably told other wizard educators in Europe. Same, baffled by Durmstrang's selection.

If Le Pen was facing Karkaroff, he would not dare to ask such a question, at least not in such a simple and rude way.

"Are you a reporter?" Heimdall was exaggeratedly surprised.

Le Pen cleared his throat, his face was a little embarrassing, and he casually pointed to the building in front of him.

"What's that place?"

"library."

"Is it open now?"

"open."

Le Pen took the lead.

Heimdall stared at his back for a while, then quickened his pace and followed.