HP's Foreign Land

After the award ceremony, the reporters were still reluctant to disperse. They asked Durmstrang for an interview. Both parties knew that the other award recipients were incidental. Most importantly, they wanted to For a while, interviewed the double champion who was regarded as a savior by the Sugar Mouse Foundation after going through the scandal.

Karkaroff opened his mouth to agree, but in fact he thought the request for an interview came too late.Professor Katenin was next to him and coughed lightly. Karkaroff was shocked, and his eager thoughts came to an abrupt end.He smiled awkwardly, and looked back at the honorary principal pretending to be nonchalant.

"The interview requirements can be met." Professor Katenen told the reporters calmly. "But gentlemen and ladies, the children have just arrived at school today and have accumulated a lot of fatigue from the journey. They should be given a rest. Tomorrow they will definitely welcome your visit with a lot of energy. Otherwise, we teachers will definitely I am condemned by conscience for this. Don't you think so, Mr. Principal?" He casually brought the topic back to Karkaroff.

"Of course!" Karkaroff said eagerly, with a taste of trying to cover up. "As an educator, you should take everything about the students as the first starting point. This is of course, of course..."

After the two parties discussed it, Durmstrang decided to hold a press conference, the time and place of which were determined by the school.Teachers don't want journalists who love digging to dig everywhere on campus. This will not only affect the normal study and life of teachers and students, but also allow some criminals to take advantage of the loopholes.Since children come to school in Durmstrang, they have the obligation and responsibility to provide a safe and comfortable learning environment.

All the trophies were "handed in" to the school free of charge, and the two in Heimdall's hands were no exception. The trophies will be placed in the glass window showing Durmstrang's brilliant achievements for parents, students, teachers and People from all walks of life who come to the school visit.The awards are mainly for the school, and Heimdall's goal of participating has been achieved, and his position as head of the department will not be shaken until next year, so he doesn't care whether the trophy is in his hands or not.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the parents left the school one after another.

Heimdall found that Rommel looked a little unhappy after reading the letter, and it is estimated that the content of the letter was not pleasant.

Professor Katenin tactfully declined Karkaroff's dinner invitation and decided to have dinner with the president of the Sugar Mouse Foundation. His answer was "Old guys sometimes want to whisper to each other."Karkaroff breathed a sigh of relief. The honorary headmaster who overwhelmed him always made him feel at a loss for no reason, as if no matter what he said or did in front of him, he would make mistakes.

"How about having dinner with us two old men before we leave, Rommel?" Katenin offered the invitation, taking into account the restlessness of a certain father.

"Who said I was going to leave?" Rommel said without changing his expression.

"Very good, very good," Katenen turned to President Sugar Mouse. "I used to hope that this kid could develop some humanity, and today my wish has come true, but Rommel," he teased with a smile. "Don't you feel like you've gone from one extreme to the other?"

Bernick didn't hold back, and smiled.

Rommel quickly turned cold, but before he could retaliate, the captain of the Quidditch school team took away all three brothers, especially Bernick, who was regarded as a key target by the captain. According to rumors, Bernick Nine out of ten will succeed the current captain as the leader of the next Durmstrang school team.

The latest round of the cycle season between magic schools is about to start, and day and night training can't escape.

"What a responsible captain." President Sugar Mouse praised. "No wonder your school has been able to maintain an unbeaten record for many years in a row."

"I've already lost." Katenen broke the news indifferently. "Late last year, lost to a women's Quidditch team."

The president opened his eyes wide and said pointedly: "Don't underestimate women."

"Very correct." Professor Katenin clapped his hands. "There is no animal more difficult than a woman, no fire or wild cat more ruthless than a woman." (This sentence comes from the Greek comedy writer Aristophanes)

The two old guys spoke coldly, and from time to time, they showed a bit of cold humor to mock the people, things, and things they wanted to ridicule, and they didn't care that there were children at the scene.

"Go and do your work." Heimdall really couldn't stand Rommel's pretending that nothing happened. Everyone knew that he was a workaholic, and there was no need for his father to forcibly restrain his innate work enthusiasm for himself.Heimdall grabbed Leon's arm, "We children also need to whisper something." Leon cooperated and remained silent.

"Good boy!" Kattenen patted Heimdall's head and praised, then turned to look at a certain father. "Why are you still here?" He pretended impatiently. "Tomorrow I will accompany him to face the 'torture' of the reporters. What are you worried about?"

Rommel raised a thick eyebrow, and said in a calm voice: "Didn't you ask me to have dinner with you? You change your mind faster than women!"

"You have to forgive my memory. I'm old, and there's nothing I can do about it." Katenen said and winked at President Sugar Mouse, who immediately became cheerful.

Rommel gave up communicating with the "old guy" and turned to his son. "Is that why you want me to leave?" he said, frowning.

Heimdall closed his mouth, inexplicably feeling that his conscience was being condemned. "Should I be crying and holding your thigh tightly, crying and shouting 'Don't leave' or something like that?" He said dryly.

Rommel smiled, and his displeasure dissipated. "Good idea." There was a hint of eagerness in his tone.

Heimdall pretended that he didn't understand, and quickly looked away.

The two old guys laughed loudly without giving any face, even Leon couldn't help showing a smile.

***

The formal classes started the next day, Heimdall and several other winners were "amnesty" and all the afternoon classes were exempted.

Because of the exhaustion of the journey, he didn't stay up late to catch up with homework the night before, so that he didn't have time to eat a good meal at lunch time. He was busy writing and writing. Animagus's thesis was difficult to write. Revising, re-transcribing, revising, and re-transcribing again and again... Such a vicious circle.

For this, Leon bluntly pointed out that he is a potential perfectionist and has a natural paranoid tendency in some aspects.

Heimdall was too busy with his homework to find words to refute him.

The press conference was held on February [-], [-] at around [-]:[-] pm in the black magic practice classroom on the second floor of Durmstrang Castle.Early in the morning, a reporter waited tirelessly at the gate to occupy a seat in order to pass the school's security check as soon as possible.The seats in the front row were fully occupied as early as nine o'clock in the morning. The reporters were using chat to spy on news they didn't know from their peers, while carefully grasping the news information in their hands. In short, they looked happy. Behind the scenes in the Rongrong classroom, they are competing with each other, playing games for first-hand information.

Led by the principal Karkarov and the honorary principal Professor Katenin, a group of children entered the reception site, and the spotlight instantly lit up the black magic practice classroom as large as a parking lot. Many children were unable to adapt to the intense light. Poor and showed an uncomfortable expression.

"Gentlemen and ladies," Professor Katenin said abruptly, pursing the corners of his mouth. "Please stop it!"

The camera in a reporter's hand exploded, and a long black smoke came out from the disabled machine.

The scene was suddenly silent, and the reporters put down their cameras one after another, and sat back in their seats obediently.

After the principal and students were all seated, Karkaroff announced the official start of the press conference.

At the beginning, the reporters were still very cautious, probably because they were startled by the camera explosion just now, they didn't point their guns at Heimdall in a rush, but asked other children with some ambiguous nonsense, one after another They are usually quite honest, the children's answers are nothing new, and the reporters' questions are full of nonsense.

Everyone is working hard to see who will be the first to be impatient.

In the turbulent waiting, the name of the pioneer was taken by the British unceremoniously——

"I am a reporter from the Daily Prophet. I have a question for Mr. Heimdall Strulusson." A woman in a magenta robe stood up from the reporter's seat, combing her curly hair with stiff outlines , with a pair of jeweled fox-shaped glasses hanging on the bridge of the nose.Heimdall noticed that she kept her finger on her chin when she spoke, which made her red nails stand out.

"What's your problem?" Heimdall looked at her.

"According to the results of the original competition, you were originally No.3, right?" The blond woman tilted her head and raised the corners of her lips. "Oh, of course, I mean the broomstick speed competition, not the team competition." I also emphasized it at the end.

"Yes." Heimdall said frankly.

The automatic shorthand quill pen flying beside her began to record, she glanced at the words on it, and then said: "I have inquired about your results in the preliminaries, and they are not very satisfactory. You are not far from the top three. Very far away, isn't it?"

"I admire your work ethic."

The woman smiled, and the jewels on the fox glasses flickered. "You didn't answer my question directly." A strange light flashed in her eyes. "Or are you afraid to answer?"

Heimdall kept smiling, and instantly understood that this woman was a bad visitor, and she wanted to dig out the so-called "exclusive" news.

The other reporters held their breath and watched the two of them come and go quietly.

"Sorry, maybe it's been too long since I've been away from England, so long that I can't understand English very well." Heimdall said deliberately slowly. "Can you be more specific about your question?"

"The top ten were almost wiped out. They were more or less involved in disgraceful incidents. Only you were safe and sound. Don't you think we should explain this?" The blond woman suddenly became aggressive. "All the champions and runners-up fell, and all the good things happened to you all at once, like a pre-arranged drama."

"What are you alluding to?"

The woman curled her mouth. "I heard that your father was Mr. Rommel Sturluson?"

Heimdall was suspicious of her sudden change of subject. "Yes, is this also included in the category of drama by you?" He sarcastically asked.

"I have no other questions." The blond woman sat back contentedly as if she had caught some big news, and the automatic shorthand quill beside her never stopped for a moment.

The reporter's abrupt behavior baffled Heimdall, but he thanked her for shutting up.

Karkaroff was very upset. To question Heimdall's title is to question Durmstrang. He regretted letting the reporter from "Daily Prophet" in. For the first time, Principal Karkaroff learned to reflect on himself.

Professor Katenen looked at his fingers, watching them tap lightly on the table, looking bored.

"I am a reporter for The Quibbler, and I have a question for Mr. Heimdall Strulusson."

The other reporters couldn't help beating their chests and stamping their feet. They were so busy watching the show that they forgot to grab the right to speak. The British are so cunning, they must have discussed it from the beginning!You can't blame yourself, the journalists from other countries can only blame the British journalists, and keep cursing in their hearts.

Heimdall smiled from the bottom of his heart, his old club. "What's your problem?" he said.

"What is your biggest impression of the Sugar Mouse Grand Prix?"

"Crowded people."

Everyone at the scene laughed.

The Quibbler tried to suppress the smile, and continued: "Can you describe your overall experience of participating in the Sugar Mouse Grand Prix? What did this competition teach you? What did it tell you?"

"This game has taught me a lot, too many to describe in words." Heimdall replied sonorously: "One of the strongest and most intuitive feelings I have is very clear, that is: there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky. "

This sentence became the cover title of the latest issue of "The Quibbler", and at the same time, there was a new article by Mr. Lihuamao - directly addressing all aspects of the Sugar Mouse Underage Wizard Contest, not talking about the competition, regardless of winning or losing, Putting aside the schedule to look at other things, this article leads readers back to that international competition from another perspective.

It is said that the sales volume of that issue of "The Quibbler" was close to that of the "Daily Prophet". of civilians are willing to buy The Quibbler because it looks more sincere than the high-profile Daily Prophet.