HP's Foreign Land

"When are you going to hold it?!" Duncan squeezed over in a disastrous way, yelling as he pushed Victor away. "I want to pinch too!" Stretched out two paws to grab a certain boy's face.When the fingertips were about one centimeter from the lower jaw, the length increased suddenly, and one centimeter became ten centimeters in an instant.Duncan was not discouraged, and continued to stretch his arms forward. As a result, ten centimeters became twenty centimeters, and twenty centimeters became thirty centimeters...

Mr. Orville squinted at Victor in dissatisfaction, and the latter looked back without changing his face, but his two palms did not intend to leave Heimdall's shoulders, maintaining the strategic principle of the enemy advancing and retreating.

"Stop playing, stop playing!" Duncan waved his hands discouragedly and shouted.

Heimdall couldn't laugh or cry, he dared to feel that the two people's childlike innocence had not faded away, and he became a prop for hide-and-seek.

"Rig!" At this moment, Draco came here from another stand, and he quickly climbed up and ran to Heimdall. "Are you going back?" He hurriedly grabbed Heimdall's wrist, and said reluctantly, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat from running and anxiety.

Heimdall looked at Victor and then at Duncan, and found that they expressed their intention to leave immediately from beginning to end. "It is reasonable to say that we have to leave." In fact, he didn't know what to do.

"I can't leave for a while."

Heimdall and the others looked towards the source of the sound. Professor Severus Snape was sitting on a chair in the stands, with a mean posture of avoiding strangers. Seeing that they were all looking at him, he pursed his thin lips. . "The headmaster of your school is talking with Professor Dumbledore. In my opinion, it won't last for an hour or two." As he spoke, he raised his eyes to the sky, and the sarcasm flickered in his eyes. "It's part of the principal's job to listen to bullshit and talk bullshit."

The surroundings quickly fell silent, and no one knew how to respond to the conversation.

Bernick's greeting is undoubtedly the most effective pathfinding stone to break the embarrassment. "After discussing with Mr. Wood, I decided to hold a temporary practice match." Oliver Wood slammed the side drum and nodded repeatedly.

"Now?" Heimdall asked.

Bernick nodded. "Otherwise when will it be?"

While they were talking, Wood had already turned around and flew towards the field, yelling loudly to gather troops to prepare for the battle.

"Just the three of you, how do you compare?" Heimdall frowned.Even if you have a well-thought-out plan, it's too much.

"And you and Edmund." Bernick didn't seem to care at all. After looking around, he pulled Duncan, Victor, Heimdall, and the leader of the cheerleading group with a blank face. "I found that the Hogwarts students seem to know little about our school, especially Quidditch. They have only heard some rumors, and they don't know the specific situation." The alternate captain of the school team showed a malicious smile. "This is very beneficial to us, because we don't know much about Hogwarts' Quidditch level. Anyway, we are all on the same starting line. Let's have a practical drill to fish in troubled waters."

This guy is becoming more and more like a captain. Usually, he really doesn't see that Bernick has such talents, so he has to praise Captain August with his unique insight.

Heimdall said puzzledly: "Why are you so eager to learn about Hogwarts' Quidditch level?" He paused for a while, and raised his eyebrows as if he had an epiphany. "Could it be that the focus of this semester's competition has shifted to Western Europe?"

Bernick stroked his golden head, and said with a smile: "The brain is spinning quite fast, but it's not completely right. This is an important secret of the school team, please don't tell anyone..."

Heimdall turned his hand and pointed to the side. "It's too late, someone else already knows."

Mr. Draco Malfoy stood there silently for some time. "I won't tell anyone else." Mr. Malfoy immediately stated, and then hesitated: "Besides, I haven't heard the specific content of the confidentiality..."

The Durmstrang guys laughed.Bernick thought for a moment, and sincerely invited: "I heard Heimdall said that you fly well. If possible, can you please fill the vacancy here." They only have five people here, and Quidditch needs seven people. to play.

"Me?" Draco was ecstatic. No one had ever formally invited him to play Quidditch, and he had heard what he said before. This was a seven-on-seven practice match, not an ordinary fight , especially a confrontation between two magic schools.

"Will it make things difficult for you?" Heimdall was worried.No matter what, Draco is a student of Hogwarts. It is always bad to stand in the position of another school to fight against his own school, right? !

The smile on Draco's face faded quite a bit, of course he understood that his cousin had something to say, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. "For Slytherin, it's a different matter once it involves Gryffindor." The profound meaning in the words made Bernick and the others startled, and then they looked at each other.

Heimdall sighed in his heart, this is a family matter of other people's school, and it is not easy for him to say anything to outsiders.

Draco was not overwhelmed by the excitement, but rationally asked the dean of his own academy, and with the approval of the dean, he happily joined Durmstrang's team.Playing with Heimdall and being on the same team was a rare opportunity for Draco, and he was eagerly looking forward to the opening whistle.

Interrupted by this incident, Bernick was not in the mood to play tricks anymore. He told the Heimdaldemström school team that they had received an invitation from the Liechtenstein Public Magic School before school started, and that they came to the UK this time to prepare for the competition. .

"Mr. Principal and I will not go back to school with the carriage," Bernick said. "We're going to Beauxbatons."

"for what?"

"Afternoon." Bernick said. "Looking at the magic schools in Europe, Beauxbaton is one of only four that have ever played against the Liechtenstein Public School of Magic."

Heimdall nodded deliberately old-fashioned. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

Bernick smiled silently, and said slowly, "Actually, the hitters in our team want to take Beauxbaton down."

Private revenge?Heimdall was stunned.Although Durmstrang, Hogwarts, and Beauxbatons are collectively known as the three major magic schools in Europe, there is no actual intersection between the three schools, and each goes its own way.In the eyes of outsiders, Durmstrang is gloomy and harsh, "hidden dangers abound"; Hogwarts is like spring all the year round, "approachable";Just because the girls of Beauxbatons flatly rejected Durmstrang's invitation at Christmas last year, and they didn't even find a decent excuse to refuse, the Durmstrang boys, whose male self-esteem was hit hard, held a grudge for this. More than a year.

Heimdall found out that the students in his school are very vindictive...

"How is Beauxbaton's level?" Heimdall asked.

"I heard it was okay." This rumor was estimated by Duncan himself, who is a Frenchman.Bernick added: "I just want to see how far it goes."

"how to say?"

"The four teams that played against Liechtenstein were all lost, and Beauxbaton is one of them."

"So Liechtenstein never lost?"

Bernick corrected: "The schools that played against them all lost."

"Confident?" Heimdall asked with a smile.

"There is confidence." Bernick rubbed his chin and said with half-closed eyes. "The intention is now to bolster confidence by hitting other schools."

***

Before the game, Heimdall pulled Oliver Wood aside. "I don't know if I should say something or not." He carefully looked at Wood's face.

Wood glanced at him. "you say."

"You still need to find one more Seeker."

"What do you mean?" Wood was unhappy, obviously looking down on their Gryffindor team.

Heimdall was not in a hurry to explain. "Mr. Porter is only in the first grade. Of course, I'm not denying his talent as a Seeker, but you should think about your team."

Wood was silent, but did not refute, and Heimdall continued: "Our Seeker here is already in the fifth grade. I am not exaggerating. He has experienced many games, which is better than Mr. Porter's on-the-spot experience." Much richer. Do you want to blow the mental defenses of a good Seeker for nothing with a practice game? Like I said, Mr. Porter is only in first grade."

Wood suddenly laughed. "If it weren't for the way you look, I would have forgotten that you are also in the first grade." He nodded gratefully. "You're right, I shouldn't be too impulsive. Harry is our trump card. He will win the Academy Cup for us every year until he graduates. He has just started, and it's still a little early to consolidate. That's the key."

Heimdall agreed: "It's not good to overthrow the seedlings and encourage them to grow, but we must also pay attention not to pour water and fertilize all the time."

Before leaving, Wood sighed: "Could all the freshmen in Durmstrang be like you?"

Heimdall shrugged without answering.

Oliver Wood didn't really want to get the answer, he just had a sudden feeling.

After Captain Gryffindor left, Heimdall approached Victor: "Is there a problem for you?"

"It's never been played against two Seekers at the same time."

Heimdall raised his head and met his half-closed eyes. "Not sure?"

Victor said calmly, "You'll only know after you try it."

Heimdall nodded, then lowered his face.

"The loss is yours."

Heimdall was startled and looked at him in surprise.

I just heard Victor say casually: "You came up with the idea, and you will bear the result. If I lose, you will be responsible until the end, until I completely get rid of the frustration caused by failure." These words said It was quite natural, and Heimdall couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"If I'm in a bad mood, my performance will deteriorate, and if I perform poorly, I will lose the game. You know what losing the game means to the principal and the school."

He, is he threatening me?Heimdall couldn't believe his ears.

Victor took his hand without changing his face, and shook it firmly. "Nice job, dear," he said softly.Then, he let go of Heimdall's hand and turned around to make the final preparations before the match.

The first idea that came to Heimdall's mind when he recovered was to immediately rush to the Gryffindor locker room and assassinate Harry Potter and another Seeker.

***

This sudden practice match not only attracted more onlookers, but even the teachers. Before the match, the referee was changed to Mrs. Hooch.A purely entertaining competition between students took a turn for the worse.

Another Seeker from Gryffindor was Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff, who was said to have volunteered.

In addition to the foreign aid Draco, Durmstrang later found Derian Puse from the same college.He was originally a Chaser from Slytherin College, and because he had a good relationship with Draco and was his introduction to the team, he was recommended here.Pussy was also unambiguous, and directly agreed, and it could be seen that he was as excited about this matter as Draco.

On Durmstrang's side it was so distributed that the Seeker was, of course, Victor Klum; Duncan, after a moment's hesitation between the Goalie and the Batman, decided to be the Goalie; the Chaser was Bernick, Draco and Puse; Heimdall and Edmund were assigned as batsmen.

Draco's personal targeted practice has always been the position of the Seeker. Although the last embarrassment made him want to die for a long time, he still couldn't let go of Quidditch. After the knot in his heart was cleared, he wanted to become a The Slytherin Seeker's desire grew stronger.Because of this, Bernick decided to let him be the Chaser, because the biggest requirement of a Chaser is to focus on "shooting", which has something in common with the Seeker's traits of chasing small golden balls flying all over the sky.

Durmstrang's final deployment before going on the court is generally not like the generally agreed-upon instructions, overview of the overall situation, or expressing a high-sounding motivational speech, but each playing his own "small stove".The three Chasers huddled together and muttered, the two Batsmen exchanged glances, and the rest of the Keepers clapped each other with the Seekers.

Putting on the temporarily borrowed competition robes, the Durmstrang team came out——

The stands were packed with people, thunderous applause roared in the ears, and the scene before them was breathtaking.The two Slytherins were in a trance for a moment. At that moment, they thought they were on the scene of the Academy Cup competition.

Durmstrang's team parked at the position early, performing their duties and ready to go.The Gryffindor team stopped after going around the field for a week.Demonstrating around the arena is a tradition when Quidditch plays. Durmstrang's side was temporarily canceled by Bernick. He thought that no one at Hogwarts would cheer for them, so there was no need for a show.

But he was wrong, and there was someone cheering Durmstrang, and that was Slytherin House.After all, there are two students from the academy in the team, and the opponent is Gryffindor, so no matter what you say, you should cheer for it.In order not to fall behind and prevent the other three houses from stealing the limelight, the Slytherin Quidditch captain even mobilized the students of the entire house. Looking up, the blood-red flag representing Durmstrang fluttered in the wind. , a piece of red, which has the meaning of competing with Gryffindor's brilliant golden red color.

At this time, Edmund, who had no chance to speak and had to pretend to be deaf, said loudly triumphantly: "With Victor and Durmstrang, how can there be no cheers!"

Duncan, who stopped in front of the goal, immediately gave a thumbs up. He is indeed the leader of the cheerleading group, a loyal fan who leads by example, and carries all the "tools of crime" with him.

Edmund was delighted by the praise, but his heart was sour and astringent. I finally seized the opportunity to speak...