HP's Foreign Land

As soon as Heimdall entered the dormitory, he found that his roommate was already sitting on the sofa and reading a book. The books he was reading were still profound and ancient poison making that he could not understand and did not want to understand.

Leon Blueleg glanced at him, then put down his book and stood up, because he saw the parent behind his roommate.

Heimdall rushed into the gate, rushed in front of him, folded his arms in front of his face, and said loudly with dissatisfaction: "This is how you welcome friends? It makes me sad, Leon, how can you be so indifferent .”

"I've already stood up." Leon reminded that he deliberately didn't mention the words "friend" in Heimdall's words. He told himself repeatedly that the other party said this out of politeness, which is social Etiquette cannot be counted. At the same time, under the influence of selfishness, he hopes it is true.

Heimdall curled his lips, then opened his arms to embrace him with a smile on his face: "Hello, Leon, it's nice to see you again."

Leon's face was stunned for a moment, and before his brain reacted, he found that he had hugged the other party back.For a moment, panic surged in his heart, and his internal organs were tangled with cold fear, which had never happened since he was ten years old.Childhood experiences are played back in my mind one after another. No one wants to get close to him. People are afraid to touch Bruelag. Bloody feet are synonymous with danger, a poison that will pay the price of life...

He even started to wait, waiting for the other person to scream and push him away, he thought he could bear it, he would never blame anyone for it, he was used to it.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Heimdall stepped back half a step, showing concern in his expression. "You don't look very good." He said while looking around.

Leon stared at him, as if the person in front of him suddenly became someone else.

"Would you like to go to the medical room? Mr. Follett should have started a consultation." The roommate was very enthusiastic to advise him.

Leon recovered his voice: "Probably because of that book..." He made up a random reason.

Heimdall immediately showed a clear expression of "I knew it".

Leon suddenly relaxed, and his brain returned to normal operation. "I never dared to expect you to understand the mysteries of poison science."

"At least I don't have prejudices." Heimdall quickly said indifferently, and then introduced his father and roommate to each other.

When Rommel reached out his hand, Leon paused for a moment, but he still held it without changing his face.

"It's an honor, Mr. Sturluson."

Rommel smiled, and after the courtesy was over, he turned to his son: "You found yourself a good friend."

Heimdall raised his chin happily, his father's affirmation of his friend made him very happy.

They had lunch together, and the meals were jointly provided by Rongbu and Hina. Although Hina's work place is mainly in the experimental laboratory, it is her duty to entertain the host. A deep friendship between elves has been established.They have a lot to say about work. (Flanne is a girl)

After lunch, Heimdall decided to catch up on homework, hoping to finish it before bed.

Rommel took this opportunity to chat with Leon. European wizards have always wanted to find a way to enter the South American wizarding world, but they have not been able to find a breakthrough for hundreds of years.This continent is mysterious and legendary. According to historical records, wizards in South America behaved strangely and loved strange things, such as poisons, poisons, deadly plants, animals, etc. They had a unique, They can only understand their hobbies and lifestyles.If you want to be close to them, you must try to accept everything about them.

This is also the main reason why the Blueleg family makes the world shy away, because they are unusual and different.

"Father thinks that we should no longer stick to our homeland, and we should no longer stick to what our ancestors left behind, so we opened the door and started doing business with wizards all over the world." Leon talked eloquently, expounding on the The latest idea of ​​the Ruleg family. "The achievements made by Bruelage can be seen by people in Europe and other continents, and at the same time, it can also provide some information for the South American wizarding community and set an example. Our wizarding community is also watching," he looked down. Beautiful brown texture on the coffee table. "After all, the world has always had a lot of prejudice against us, and they are not very friendly."

Leon Bruelag's performance was satisfactory both in speech and manner, and it was obvious that Rommel admired him very much.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, classmate Thomas knocked on the door of 017's room.

"Hello." He walked through the door and waved to them.

Heimdall found that he had changed into a new peaked cap, and the casual clothes he hadn't changed were also very fashionable. The hat he was wearing had just appeared in a fashion magazine not long ago, and it was said that it would drive this year's fashion trend.

"Hello, Thomas." Heimdall said friendly. "How was your vacation?"

"Went to Milan." Thomas shrugged. "It's the same, nothing special."

"Do you have anything to do with us?"

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me." Thomas patted his forehead in embarrassment. "Just now the student union issued a notice. At five o'clock in the afternoon, all the teachers and students of the school gathered in the Quidditch pitch."

"What are you doing?" Heimdall asked casually, he still had to do his homework.

Thomas glared at him. "Why are you asking?! Give out the prize, you don't want the trophy anymore?"

Heimdall was stunned. "……today?"

"Afternoon," Thomas emphasized.

***

On February [-]th, [-], on an afternoon that was not snowing and the weather was not bad, all the students of Durmstrang College stood on the Quidditch pitch.

The temperature was a bit low, and the students all put on thick cloaks wisely. Although they were all wrapped up like a sphere, they still couldn't resist the invasion of the severe cold. Not only the noses of the students and their parents were also red from the cold. , this phenomenon did not get better until the professors entered the field together and applied barrier magic.

Today can be regarded as Durmstrang's awards day. Not only sugar mice, but also other international competition awards are crowded together today to join in the fun.This year, the situation is much better than before. Durmstrang has participated in more or less rewarding events, and some events known for their generosity can get bonuses as long as they enter the top ten.

For some unknown reason, this year's award ceremony was more grand than any previous year. Not only did all the students in the school have to be present, but even the teachers were not allowed to be absent.The guests who came to present the awards are also internationally famous figures. This kind of unwillingness to lag behind can easily make people compare and associate with each other.

There is also competition between international events and international events, and any organizer is unwilling to be left behind, at least not in front of others.

A temporary podium was set up on the huge Quidditch field, and the winners had to climb up to the three-meter-high platform to receive the prize.The award-presenting guests stood on the high stage early. After you sing, I will appear on the stage. As soon as the winners appeared on the stage, flashing lights frequently appeared on the reporter's seat. The dazzling white lights were enough to blind people's eyes.Heimdall's award was decided by Karkaroff at the end, and the purpose was to let him sing the finale.

Before walking out of the crowd, the house elf sent a letter to Rommel. After receiving the letter, his father glanced at the words on it, and then stuffed it into his pocket quietly, acting as if nothing had happened.

Heimdall knew that he was a busy person, and originally wanted to tell him that he didn't need to worry about himself, just do whatever he had to do, but suddenly he thought of Draco's advice in the letter, so he swallowed all the words and learned to be a demanding person. wayward son.

Before taking the stage, Leon suddenly came to him, and it was not Heimdall's turn yet. "Are you going to accept this award?" Leon approached him and whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"I heard that the second and third refused to accept the award."

Heimdall was surprised. "You mean the runner-up and third-place trophies haven't arrived yet?"

"It was originally settled, but it was all returned."

"Why?" Heimdall couldn't figure it out.The newly appointed runner-up and third runner-up were originally ranked ninth and No.11.

Leon said lightly: "According to the ninth and No.11 contestants, they are not qualified for this award. They are ashamed to say that they do not have this ability at all, so they dare not extend this hand. As for the real reason , only they know it in their own hearts.”

"Where's the sugar mouse? What do they say?"

"The person in charge is standing on it." Leon raised his chin and nodded upwards. "Sugar Mouse didn't continue to postpone in accordance with international practice, so this year's Sugar Mouse can be regarded as the most unique one. There are no runner-up and third runner-up, only the champion." He glanced at Heimdall. "Are you still going to take it?"

"What if you take it? So what if you don't take it?"

"If you don't take it, the public opinion will not be able to catch them to make waves and gossip; if you take it, you will be the hero of sugar mice."

Heimdall curled his lips. "Are you concerned about me, Leon?"

Leon Blueleg declined to answer the question.

Heimdall patted him on the shoulder in a good mood, turned around and walked up to the high platform.

Karkaroff excitedly announced: "I invite Mr. Heimdall Sturlusson, the double champion of the Sugar Mouse International Underage Wizard Contest, the broomstick speed competition and the team competition."

There was thunderous applause under the high platform, and the overwhelming spotlights flashed a sea of ​​dazzling white.

The person in charge of the Sugar Mouse Foundation, an old man with white hair and a clean face, slowly walked out of the award-presenting guest seat with a colorful envelope, and walked in front of Heimdall.

"It's not a good year, isn't it?" The old man pretended not to see Karkaroff's expectant and impatient eyes, and chatted with Heimdall.

Heimdall said bluntly: "I heard that both the runner-up and the third runner-up refused to accept the award."

The old man looked at him calmly: "So you also decided to refuse to accept the award?"

Karkaroff stared straight at Heimdall, for fear that he would give an unpleasant answer.Minister Rakalini, who was on Karkaroff's left, changed his indifference just now and raised his eyes to look in this direction.Professor Kattenen on the right smiled at President Sugar Mouse's words.

"I was originally No.3, I mean the speed race." Heimdall did not directly answer the president's question.

"There is no No.3, and there is no No.2." The president handed the envelope to him. "There is only the champion in the broomstick speed competition of the 52nd Sugar Mouse Underage Wizard Grand Prix."

"I think I should take it." Heimdall ended the tortured silence and took the envelope. "Because I can't find a reason not to take it." He bet the old man was greatly relieved when he took the envelope.Which means he's not as indifferent as he appears.So good at acting!What an old fritters!Heimdall was thinking like this when he accidentally noticed the flickering light in his eyes.

At this time, the colored envelope shook in his hand, and there was a "pop", and the envelope shattered. After the sound, the torn pieces of paper turned into sugar mice and rushed towards the sky, and colorful powdered sugar followed. Their actions fell down one after another, and piled up on the ground... After that, the half-person-high pile of powdered sugar shook for a while, and a miniature figure the size of a palm emerged from it, and the figure patted off the sugar sticking to its body powder, turned around and dragged out a mini broomstick from the pile of powdered sugar, quickly rode on the broom and rushed out.As the villain flies higher and higher, like some kind of celebration ceremony, the sugar mice gradually turn into fireworks and bloom around the villain.

The President bent down and pulled out from the powdered sugar a golden object that looked like the base of something.He patted off the powder on it and handed the utensil into Heimdall's hands. Suddenly, the little man in the air made a big roundabout and rushed straight towards Heimdall, to be precise, at the base in his hand.The villain rides a broom around the base, falls gently, and finally freezes in the posture of sprinting on the broom, turning into a static golden portrait trophy.

The amazing thing is that the villain's workmanship is extremely exquisite, especially the face, which is a complete replica of Heimdall, a shrunken champion, and a sugar mouse trophy that only belongs to the champion.

"It's great!" Heimdall looked at the championship trophy in his hand and admired it sincerely.

The spotlight in the audience has never stopped from the moment the envelope was opened. The public paid little attention to this event before and did not know much about it. In addition, the cheating and cheating incident this year led to the awards The process has been under the spotlight from the very beginning.

"Oh, I forgot, this is for the team competition." The president fumbled in his pocket and took out a small wooden box. "Congratulations, kid."

Heimdall handed the speed race trophy to Karkaroff. Karkaroff fondled it repeatedly, and almost licked it with his tongue. The action of the principal made Heimdall tremble involuntarily.

When the small box was opened, a golden flare shot out of his hand and flew straight into the sky. The school emblem of Liechtenstein Public School of Magic and Magic lit up in the sky first, followed by Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Hufflepuff School of Black and Yellow. The badger-shaped animal pattern of the characters, and the last finale is the school badge of Durmstrang College.

Heimdall laughed.

Almost at the same time, three magic schools and three teenagers looked up at the sky and witnessed this exciting moment together.