HP's Foreign Land

one,

Jeanna looks rich and handsome, but the father-to-be doesn't seem to notice it, maybe he still thinks it's healthy now.In view of the fact that beautiful women may be more sensitive to fat and thin than ordinary people, Heimdall hugged and greeted his best friend without changing his face, saying that the other party was sloppy and unkempt when she was pregnant with a child, and did not mention a word such as getting fat. She pursed her mouth, without any overreaction.

Heimdall looked at the swollen beauty and thought, I'm so smart.

Andrew never brought his work worries home, and waited until the child was born to talk about it. Jeanna accepted her husband's kindness, kept a deaf ear to what was going on outside the window, and raised her baby with peace of mind.So Heimdall and Jeanne don’t have any trendy topics to talk about. Thinking of Andrew’s secrecy with local tycoon Kenny, Heimdall didn’t take the initiative to develop this topic. The most talked about thing with Jeanne was the loss of the Bulgarian team. There are cold meals like this, as well as mother's scriptures that make little papa say all kinds of insincere.

Heimdall was happy to discuss the father's scriptures with Andrew. The mother's scriptures are too high-end, and postpartum care with advanced awareness is fine. How can the little papa take care of the baby?It's a test of acting skills.

Andrew saved Heimdall, who was forced to smile, and promised that the family of three would visit again after the game was over under Jeanna's reluctance, and only then did he regain Jeanne's smile.

Andrew, who sent Heimdall to the door, whispered, "Jeanne has been in a state of tension since she became pregnant. She has checked a lot of information... I hope you don't mind."

"Come on." Heimdall smiled and patted Andrew's arm.

In fact, the private room stands are not much different from ordinary stands except that they are built higher than ordinary stands, giving people in the private rooms the pleasure of looking at the small mountains.The comfort of the seats in the private room depends on whether the region hosting the competition has enough time for construction. Turkey's right to host the competition was rushed, so the comfort of the hardware facilities in the private room can be imagined.

But that's okay, there are house-elves.

When Heimdall was rushing to his private room, he passed by a candy store with a designated stall, which sold simple packaged candy and snacks, and the difference between ordinary stands and private room stands was also reflected in this.The booths of ordinary stands are mobile, while the booths of private stands are fixed.

He stopped in front of the fixed booth, and a witch passed Heimdall with a pack of very realistic-looking finger biscuits.Heimdall's eyes flicked across the finger biscuit, and the magic finger biscuit would bend slightly from time to time, trying to eat it in his mouth...it must be very ecstasy.

Heimdall doesn't have a novelty hunting mentality, and honestly chooses among normal products.

Someone came from behind and stopped beside him.

"Hi Rigg."

Heimdall turned his head, "Hello, Adam."

"I don't know what to choose?"

"Looking at."

Adam picked up a small packet of candy bars wrapped in brown paper with fireworks drawn on it.

"Personal recommendation." He handed the brown paper to Heimdall.

Heimdall continued, looking at the description above: "A wand that can spray fireworks?"

Adam said to the stall owner, "Do you have a taste?"

Originally, there were none, the stall owner is not a flexible person, seeing that the two people's clothes are not in the same pace, but they obviously know each other, especially the later gentleman, who exudes an aura of good money, which is the favorite of self-employed wizards. A kind of fat sheep.Only God and the people from the Turkish Ministry of Magic knew how many Galleons it would cost to rent a fixed booth in the finals. If the business was screwed up, the ancestors would not let him go!

The stall owner immediately opened a package. Heimdall thanked him and took out one, which was actually a simulated chocolate wand. Encouraged by Adam's eyes, he put the wand into his mouth. His eyes widened suddenly, and Heimdall opened his mouth. He pulled out his magic wand, and colorful fireworks bloomed brilliantly at the bitten fracture, instantly illuminating the faces of the three of them.

Heimdall took the firework into his mouth again, it tasted like pineapple, and it still tasted like mint just now...

Seeing that Heimdall's eyes were shining brightly, Adam raised the corners of his mouth, "How is it?"

That look of winning the game with no one but me could easily provoke rebellion, but Heimdall accepted the other party's kindness graciously.

Adam didn't rush to pay, and watched Heimdall's transaction with the stall owner as usual. Heimdall sarcastically thought that this was a good sign, and Lord Klaus finally realized that he was not a woman.

The two walked away from the fixed booth. The road under their feet was fairly quiet. There were no reporters rushing out from time to time to test their psychological quality, and there were no idlers who were trying their luck.Adam didn't take the initiative to speak, Heimdall was happy to pretend to be deaf and dumb.Seeing that the private room for the family of three was not far away, and Heimdall was about to leave, Adam finally spoke.

"The broom of Klaus Studio focuses on speed improvement according to your requirements, why not?"

Ferguson had been holding back for too long, and finally he had enough mental preparation and took this step bravely.

Heimdall was not stupid and asked him how he figured it out. The matter is not important now. On the day Adam bumped into him, he should have thought that this day would come sooner or later, and it was not a shameful thing.

Heimdall didn't talk about the scene, and said bluntly, "The balance will decline when the speed increases, and the safety will be greatly reduced. The current Ice Ridge Krona cannot bear the situation that any player cannot play."

"Are you talking about speed?" Adam's face was not very good, and he felt that he was being played, and it was double.

Heimdall snorted, "Firebolt."

Adam fell silent.

"Klaus Studio's design is very good. As the owner of Ice Ridge Krona, it's hard to be harsh on you because of your studio's flattery. When facing your studio, I found the feeling of God. "How did you say that big fudge, but there is no fate.

Adam took a deep breath, "If possible, please allow me to join your club's broom research and development team as a bystander."

"For the broomstick?" Heimdall asked playfully.

"For the broom." He wanted to know how far the Northern Comet's broom could go, and he would let the local tycoon Kenny understand that giving up cooperation with Klaus Studio would be the most unwise decision in his life.

"Okay, but you don't get paid." Heimdall didn't mean to stop him. "Give me the contact address. Whenever the broom research team has activities, I will let the secretary notify you in advance. It is up to you whether you come or not."

"You agreed?" Adam expressed surprise.

"You want to see me reject you in a rage? A few more vulgar personal attacks?" Heimdal gave him a look, looking for it!

Unexpectedly, Adam laughed, "It's impossible to be furious, I thought you would coldly tell me to get rid of this unrealistic idea as soon as possible."

"Why is it impractical?"

Adam choked, yeah, why?Perhaps it was the subconscious belief that Rieger would sing against him. When did this "consciousness" come about?

"It's no good to reject you. If you don't pay you, you can get some ideas that are beneficial to the development of the broom." Heimdall took out a pipe of chocolate and put it in his mouth pretending to be aggressive. "I'm a businessman. Maximizing profits is the eternal pursuit of a businessman. Don't ask the reason but only look at the result. I don't think you don't understand this truth."

Adam felt a bit pained when he saw the pipe chocolate, and then he couldn't help but laugh when he saw Heimdall's flamboyant face that Kenny was better than Kenny.

"How did Krum find out?" Adam narrowed his eyes happily.

Little Baba frowned.

The smile on Adam's face became more obvious, "Did he discover it by himself?"

"It was a pleasure talking to you, goodbye." Heimdall ignored the other party's reaction and walked away.

Looking at the figure that disappeared behind a certain door, Adam returned to the original private room with light steps. Judging from Rieger's reaction, he was at least a little bit stronger than Krum.

two,

Wales is undoubtedly a strong team, and a huge wave of supporters on the sidelines swept the audience. There were not only local Welsh fans who traveled long distances for their true love, but also tens of thousands of fans from all over the world.Poor Oman is unknown, probably their own wizards did not expect their team to reach the finals to compete for the championship and runner-up. The logistics support obviously cannot keep up with the soaring rhythm of the national team. In the voice, Oman's supporters were angels with broken wings in their previous lives...

At the beginning of the game, Izmir in Turkey showed a different kind of affinity to the players and fans from Wales. The Welsh Seeker intercepted the Quaffle effortlessly and evaded Oman with a dazzling broom roll. The batter attacked with the bat, and his body clinging to the broom handle flexibly jumped out of the encirclement, firing an exciting first shot for the audience.

The audience was full of enthusiasm. The miniature Welsh green dragon detonated by magic props spread its teeth and claws, circled and roared above the auditorium. The sonorous and powerful roar of the Turkish commentator continued to echo in people's ears. The announcers who came from all over the world to report the game were not to be outdone , able to fully use the eloquence skills, flipping his lips up and down, presenting a four-year Quidditch feast for wizards in his country.

The outstanding performance of Wales made the Welsh wizards excited, and the uninterrupted cheers on the sidelines witnessed the fans' desire to win the championship again.The chairman of the Kenmare Kestrels, who couldn't wait to leave the private room as early as the moment Wales grabbed the Quaffle, tiptoed and knocked open the private room of Ice Ridge Crown. To his great disappointment, the number one must-show target in his mind Didn't come today.This kind of feeling that someone else's child who got the little red flower is not there...

How could he not come? !The chairman of the Kenmare Kestrel is depressed, and the local tyrant Kenny is too outrageous!

Head coach Joachim had a long talk with Chairman Kenny before the game, upholding the spirit of the chairman, and bluntly said, "Mr. Chairman said that Klum will not play in today's game, and he is not interested."

The truth is always so sharp. Although he knows it well, the chairman of the Kestrel team, who still imagines various reasons that may cause Kenny not to come, can't help feeling sad.The chairman of the Kestrel team turned his eyes and looked at the big and small aces of Ice Ridge Krona sitting in the private room and watching the game seriously and steadily.

The chairman of the Kestrel team thought about it, and seemed to be joking: "Your chairman is so obsessed with Krum that it is hard to understand. If Krum is really moved one day, you have to move him~~"

Ice Ridge Crown Seeker Jako Eriksson turned his head calmly, "It should."

A group of young team members responded one after another. That was Victor Krum, not an ordinary shrimp soldier and crab general.Eriksson was teased by the fate of Da Qi, and in the pain he practiced to look at the changes in the world cautiously and calmly. Moreover, the chairman of the Kestrel team was relatively clumsy in provoking dissension, which was easily seen through by Eriksson.As for the other players, most of them are potential stocks that Ice Ridge Krona dug from other second-tier teams in order to save costs. They are young and inexperienced, and they are in the initial stage of their sports career.Victor Krum has been famous for a long time, and he was once recognized as the number one Seeker in the world - he was at the top of the list of Seekers.Legend has it that he was disgusting in competitions, caught cramps in snitches, and exhausted in winning prizes. Such a senior was originally the top of the mountain, and he was the goal for the latecomers to emulate. Is it unbalanced to be jealous of such a tall man?Let's die!

The chairman of the Kestrel team relies on his identity, and rarely sets foot in the frozen Nordic Quidditch world, except for Jin, a local tyrant who knows how many people are rich and stupid - most of them follow the trend and join in the fun without sincerity. Disdain to understand.Therefore, he didn't know Eriksson's troubled past, and the ace in the third-rate team didn't need his painstaking research.

The chairman of the Kestrel team concluded that Eriksson didn't mind, and the other players didn't hate, but they were diligent in pretending, so they couldn't be too obvious in front of the head coach and outsiders. In fact, they gritted their teeth and swallowed blood and tears.

The chairman of the Kestrel team, who thought he had disturbed the morale of the Ice Ridge Krone army and took revenge for not showing off his last arrow, left neatly and left. It would be useless to show off without the local tycoon Kenny. People of status play.

After the door closed, the silent head coach placed a locking spell on the door, refusing all subsequent visitors.

The team members were amused when they saw the head coach's anger-like behavior, and Eriksson relieved, "Then what the chairman said, we won't take it to heart, so don't worry."

The female batsman Simelane, holding a lollipop, is of South African descent—her mother is Dutch. She has seen the contemptuous eyes of the chairman of the Kestrel team a lot, and she is not too familiar with the African Quidditch sport. Advanced—Compared with developed Western Europe, she has already learned to control her mentality and prevent her from being used by people with ulterior motives.

"Chairman Kenny didn't come today, so what kind of chairman is trying to find balance from us." The female batter dismissed the Kestrel team chairman's childish methods.

What a nasty fellow!The views of the other players were basically the same.

"The Kenmare Kestrels are the ones he relies on. If the Kenmare Kestrels weren't a Quidditch team that reached the quarter-finals of the UEFA Cup every year, he would never dare to make such a show." The head coach took the opportunity to be persuasive. "The chairman's confidence comes from the team's performance. The boss's performance outperforming others directly shows that his Quidditch team has extraordinary competitiveness. There is no performance without arrogance. The leader of a team with poor performance usually does not The right to speak can only be reduced to the sad situation of following in the footsteps of others."

In other words, be domineering and strong.

"Who said that?" the boss's relative, cousin Barn, who had been kept in the dark, raised his hand, "our boss is not like you said, the boss of Ice Ridge Krona is not a poor little boy who has no choice but to follow the crowd!"

Not only the head coach, but everyone was silent.

"There is only one local tyrant Kenny in the world." The head coach looked confused, not knowing whether to be happy or to sigh, and he continued to emphasize, "But this can't be an excuse for you not to make progress!"

The team members nodded repeatedly to express their determination.

As for the situation in the arena that they have ignored for a long time...

Bahn asked his friends in the team in a low voice, "Have you bet? Which team is the bet?"

Simelane gnawed the lollipop into pieces, and under the effect of the lollipop, his eyebrows kept changing color.

Simelane, with a pair of green eyebrows, said: "Although it's a pity, I have to admit the disparity in strength. I can't make life difficult with money. I overwhelmed Wales."

Just been taunted by the chairman of the Kenmare Kestrels in Wales, the players are generally not motivated.

"It seems that everyone has overwhelmed Wales." Eriksson said calmly.

"Don't tell us you didn't place a bet!" The difference in strength between the two teams was obvious, and Bahn didn't believe that Eriksson would take an unusual path in this regard.

"I got off and crushed the Sultan of Oman."

The friends exclaimed.

"You're crazy!" someone yelled.Someone else asked how much it cost.

"One-third of all savings."

"He's really crazy!" The team members cried and howled.

"What benefits did Oman give you?" "How do you know that Oman has the appearance of a champion?" "The poor start of the game is very telling, is it already crying out of breath in your heart?"...

Facing all kinds of ridicule from his friends, Eriksson, who has a steely mentality, smiled lightly.

"Stop putting on airs at this time!" Bahn wanted to shake his shoulder vigorously. "Did you take the team doctor's 'once and for all' forgetting potion by mistake?!"

"Walls have ears..." Simelane hurriedly covered Bahn's mouth, while the others looked around in panic.

Dr. Bruelag had already activated the ability to stop children from crying at night, which frightened the big guy.

Eriksson couldn't bear it anymore, he covered his stomach and laughed, the team members were tongue-tied and unable to react in time.

"Don't tease them, be careful that extreme joy can lead to sorrow." The head coach who knew the inside story said kindly.

"What's going on? The coach also knows?" The players were in a commotion.

"I also wanted to suppress Wales at the beginning, but after listening to Chairman Kenny's suggestion, I changed to suppress the Sultan of Oman. To be honest, I have no idea now, but thinking that Chairman Kenny is the same as me, of course he must be suppressing a larger number, as if Don't be so anxious."

"Why did Chairman Kenny tell you to bet on football?" The friends chased after him.

"Because I asked."

"what?!"

"Can't I ask? Anyway, Mr. Chairman is keen on gambling. I just wanted to try it out, but I was a little hesitant, so I asked the Chairman directly."

"Did the chairman give you advice?" The eyes of the friends were a little sharp.

"Didn't I say it, I listened to the chairman's suggestion and changed the pressure on Oman."

"You guy..." Under Bahn's leadership, Eriksson was suppressed at the bottom like a stack of Arhats and complained endlessly. "Brothers crushed him hard. This guy's mouth is too strict. There was no rumor at all before. If we lose everything, we will share his gains equally!"

"No... the chairman didn't let me say it..." Eriksson was weak.

"Still putting the blame on the chairman? Everyone try harder!"

"It was really ordered by the chairman. The chairman was just a suggestion. He didn't say clearly that Oman could win. He also told me not to disclose it to others if I changed the pressure on Oman. Believe it or not, it's all up to me. If Oman loses and drags others down, just say no. Clear."

Eriksson was finally released.

The young team members were full of envy and hatred, "The chairman is willing to talk to you, the chairman will take care of everything tomorrow, why do you bother the chairman with such trivial matters!" , no matter what, he is a big boss, no matter how approachable he is, he is a rich man who pays everyone wages, not just any cat or dog.

"Because he is Eriksson, a seeker, an ace, a cash cow, and the heart of the boss." The female batsman Simelane came out unexpectedly to spread hatred, and the results were quite gratifying.

"Brothers, crush him!" The non-hearts with red eyes were angry from their hearts.

The head coach looked cheerfully at the players and his face was full of gratified smiles. It was the right choice to transfer Yako to Iceridge Krona, and he lived up to the entrustment of his old classmates.

three,

The atmosphere in the private room of a family of three hit bottom, and Xiao Baba looked at the large scoreboard, tears drenched his clothes.

Da Papa was stunned when he learned the truth, "How much did you press?"

"Private money."

It’s private money again. Last time the Welsh team won most of the money for him. This time he did not vote for Wales, who is the obvious champion, but pressed on the dark horse of the Sultan of Oman. That's called gambling.

"According to my experience, the dark horse will lose in the final." The master didn't want to hit him, and he had to tell the truth now.

With tears in her eyelashes, Xiao Papa emphasized pitifully, "Since the Bulgarian team lost, I don't believe in any champions."

Victor was speechless, and then burst out laughing.He picked up his son: "Your little daddy's private money can't be kept anymore."

Little Papa frowned, "Don't say this to your child, don't pass your bad luck to your son!"

Da Papa: "...bad luck?"

Little Baba pointed at her husband, "The champion lost." Then pointed at herself, "I lost all my private money." Without saying a word, she took her son out of her husband's hands, and placed her son carefully beside her.

Mionier, who half understood, had a mysterious expression on his face. The baby took the bottle that Heimdall put in his hand, tilted his head and thought for a while, decided to keep silent, and opened his mouth to sneeze.

"I used Mionir's name to bet this time." Heimdall clenched his fists, as if he was lucky.

Victor sat firmly on the other side of him, hugged his anxious partner, and patted him on the shoulder, "It's really impossible. When the Vulcans and Ice Ridge Krona are playing, I will deliberately release the water and let Eriksson catch the Golden Snitch first. .”

The master's implication is that the friendly match is also a bet?Who would bet on the friendly match? The difference between the strong and the weak is even worse than the current one. No bookmaker is willing to open it.

Even so, the master's words made Heimdall happy, "You said this. If you are fired from the Vulcan team because of this incident, I may consider letting you go to Ice Ridge Krona to play our trump card."

"You are such a compassionate and kind person." The master sent a good person card without hesitation.

The husband and wife just left the important match in front of them, concentrated on studying various matters of the friendly match around a blank notebook, and also symbolically planned the feasibility of the Vulcan Seeker's end-of-game release.The time came late at night without knowing it, and the stadium was brightly lit. For fans all over the world, this was destined to be a sleepless night.

The private room of the family of three had turned off the lights an hour ago, and the baby was sleeping on the sofa. After discussing with each other, the husband and wife finally collapsed on another sofa and fell asleep hugging each other.Mionir, who drank too much before going to bed, was awakened by the urge to urinate a few hours later, rubbing his eyes and looking for Hina to show him the way to the toilet...

Xina said something seemingly unimportant before taking Nanny to the toilet, and Nanny didn't come back to his senses until he came back from the toilet. He lifted the blanket and jumped to the ground, ran to the other side and woke up Dapapa .

Victor, who was not in a deep sleep, opened his eyes first, "What's the matter baby?"

Mionir pointed into the arena, Viktor squinted uncomfortably through the ample artificial light, and he shook Heimdall awake.

Heimdall sat up sleepily, hugged his eyes and watched his son babble a few times.

"Is it going to be replaced?" Heimdall didn't fully open his eyes.

It is normal to change players in a long game, otherwise the iron will not be able to hold on. Today's final is not short, and it is almost dawn.

"The game is over." Victor's calm voice sounded.

Heimdall was taken aback, and quickly opened his drooping eyelids with his fingers.

Victor smiled at him, "Congratulations, Oman won, your private money was saved, and I can let go of my hands and feet in the friendly match."

Wales lost?This unscientific!Although the results were pleasantly surprised, Heimdall was still skeptical.At the same time, there were endless screams in the Ice Ridge Crown private room; there was no sound in the special private room of the Welsh team.

How did Oman win?

The champions of this World Cup have all encountered Waterloo...

World Cup you naughty little goblin.