HP's Foreign Land

Raw material research is not such a popular competition. Although the situation is slightly better than that of maintenance and repair, the seats here are still less than half full.If there are only 500 people to sit in a thousand seats, it means that one person can occupy the space of two benches, and the privacy of the conversation is twice as high as when it is full.The competition on the field has just begun, this is not a speed competition, the players need to spend a long time simulating the various possibilities corresponding to various materials, therefore, until now, Xiabi has finally found a suitable opportunity to talk.

"What are you angry about?" Xiabi said in a questioning tone. His friend's bad mood affected him, and he thought he had the right to complain twice.

Adam's brows and eyes were sullen, and the contours of his facial features became more and more cold and hard.

Xiabi twitched the corners of his mouth: "Or you don't know why you are angry, so you become even angrier?"

Adam suddenly looked back, his eyes filled with cold warning anger.

Hufflepuff thought he was angry.

"Sharpy," Adam Cross said emphatically, "has anyone ever told you to be a nuisance?"

"Yes," Sharpie pointed at him, "You."

"It seems that my people-recognition skills are much better than I imagined," Adam said provocatively with a non-smiling smile, "Do you remember when that happened?"

"Of course," Xia Pi was not angry about this, and remained calm, as if he was talking about someone else. "You broke my front teeth when I was six years old at the Liechtenstein-Switzerland border autumn festival."

"Your front teeth are growing in your mouth right now!" Adam snorted coldly, not paying attention.Maybe he was puzzled by saying this, so he also started to look through the old almanac: "You broke my nose." Pointing to the bridge of his nose, he said angrily, "To this day, I feel that the bridge of my nose may be crooked! "

"You bully the small with the big, you deserve to be broken!" Shabby shrugged his shoulders without being moved at all.

Adam raised his eyebrows and gritted his teeth: "What a nasty guy!"

Shabby raised his eyebrows and reminded him: "Don't use this to deal with me, it doesn't work for me, Mr. Claus, let's continue the previous topic, what are you angry about?"

Adam fell silent again.

"Is it like a kind of loss, or should I say impotent anxiety?" Xia Pi, who still couldn't get an answer, eagerly tried to analyze it. "It's just a one-and-a-half-month game. Sturluson is going to leave sooner or later, but you forget to ignore this. When Durmstrang's senior year appears in front of you, you suddenly realize Awareness. This is not Liechtenstein, and Durmstrang, where Strulusson studied, is not the Liechtenstein Public School of Magic. Leaving you behind, surrounded by loving seniors..."

"Shabby!" Adam laughed angrily. "With your ability, you can serve as an official in any country's education committee, specializing in mental health counseling for young wizards."

Hufflepuff turned a deaf ear and said with a calm smile, "I'll trouble Mr. Claus to write the letter of introduction."

***

The four people who were feasting on the dining room table in the living room stopped eating at the same time, and each of them stared wide-eyed in amazement, watching the dramatic and absurd scene in front of them——

"Miss, where are you going, miss..." The old house-elf wailed heart-rendingly, clutching Rigg's trousers tightly with both hands, and dragged his whole body limply on the ground like a rag , dragged behind Rigg, the friction of the carpet hindered the dragging, and the whole progress was extremely slow... so slow that anyone with perfect eyesight could clearly see what was happening in front of them.

That's right, they read it right, it was indeed Rieger, and he was struggling with the suitcase painted with the school badge of Durmstrang.

"Miss—Miss—" the house-elf was still howling.

Edmund stuffed what was in his hand into his mouth mechanically, and the confusion in his eyes was obvious.

Bernick frowned, the sound of "Miss" continued to torment his increasingly fragile nerves, and strange thoughts came to his mind one after another: If Rommel knew that his son had suddenly become a "daughter", In the end, the result of waiting for myself may be unimaginable...

Duncan touched Victor and said amusedly, "Look, that elf does have a problem. Not only is he afraid of strangers, but he can't even tell the gender." Mr. Orville's way of focusing is always different from others.

"Let go! Don't pull my pants!" A certain boy finally couldn't bear it and screamed loudly.

The four senior brothers stared wide-eyed at the same time. It is rare to see him lose control like this. Although they were surprised, they found it very interesting.Therefore, no one thought of helping him out, or giving a helping hand, just sitting there, eating and drinking leisurely while continuing to watch the play.They thought to themselves, this is what an 11-year-old boy should do. He screams when he wants, cries when he wants, laughs when he wants, and makes trouble when he wants to. Before that, Heimdall made them feel very unfulfilled.

The house elf was "playing hooligans" unwaveringly. Heimdall suddenly took out his wand and waved it at it. He got out of the room again, clutching Heimdall's trousers and continued to cry.

Heimdall was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that the second spell called out again, but the result was not satisfactory, it reappeared lively and pulled his trouser legs.He tried several spells in a row, but none of them worked. When he couldn't restrain the malice that rushed to his heart because of boredom, Heimdall suddenly felt that Hina, who was clutching his thigh, trembled, which was not very obvious. , but it does happen.

Although most of the wizarding families all over the world adhere to the principle that "house elves should not have feelings" and treat them like slaves, while house elves are willing to dedicate their lives to their masters, they also hide extremely delicate things. With keen emotions, they hope that their masters will treat them kindly, but at the same time, they despise and hate their own progress and don't know what is good or bad.In short, this biome is full of contradictions, as is the world that treats them badly.

Right now, Hina sensed Heimdall's murderous intent, and she didn't let go even though she was afraid. The elf was not afraid of death, and if it was the master's order, then she shouldn't be afraid.The problem is, he is not its serious master, and depriving it of its life is not what it wants. Heimdall sighed and retracted his wand at the thought.

"I'm not leaving right away," Heimdall squatted down, trying to be as pleasing as possible, trying to reason with it. "I just live in another place. You are the house elf of the Klaus family. I have no right to order you to come and go." From just now, I found that it has clear eyes and a normal look, which is not what a creature with disordered thinking should have. In other words, Heimdall judged that Hina's sanity was clear at the moment.What he didn't understand was, since it had a clear mind, why did it pretend to be crazy?

Xina stopped howling ghostly and wolfishly, and was silent for a while, then crawled up with her head drooping and her ears drooping.It choked up and said: "I'm sorry, sir, Xina has caused you trouble, I'm sorry..." After sobbing for a long time, it ran away covering its face, and disappeared from the sight of five people after running out a few steps .

Heimdall slumped his shoulders, dragged the suitcase and sat down at the dining table.

"How did you become 'Miss'?" Edmund asked curiously.

Heimdall kneaded his temples and pulled out a tired smile: "Actually, I want to know too."

***

The tents of the four senior brothers are far away from the official competition area, almost at the edge of the residential area. The main reason is that they came too late, and the good places are all occupied, especially the closer to the competition area, the more overcrowded.Bernick defended this, saying that this place is backed by mountains, avoids direct sunlight, and is cooler than other places, etc. A series of irrelevant rhetoric.If the Sugar Rat Grand Prix had been set somewhere on the equator, Heimdall would definitely agree with him.

Victor is a very practical suggestion. He can use the broomstick to go around every day, which is much faster than walking with his feet.

The tents where the brothers live are naturally not as luxurious as those used by a certain Liechtensteiner. The space inside is quite spacious, and there are two floors, five people living in it does not seem crowded.

Heimdall walked into the last empty room in the tent and quickly packed his bags. When he walked down the stairs, he saw Victor browsing the schedules of various competitions.

"What about the others?" Heimdall asked curiously.

"I went to get the free Christmas gifts distributed by the organizing committee."

Only then did Heimdall suddenly realize that, by the way, it will be Christmas in a few days.He rubbed his head, there was green grass, warm like spring, and there was no Christmas atmosphere at all. In addition, all kinds of competitions were in full swing, and Jesus Christ was thrown to an alien planet by these minors.

But right now he really doesn't have any thoughts about celebrating Christmas. Heimdall glanced at Victor Krum, who was concentrating on the schedule, and a thought came to him.

"Victor."

"Ok?"

"Are you following the Quidditch World Cup?"

"Okay."

"Do you know the final of the [-]th session?"

Victor casually said, "The game where Lithuania turned defeat into victory?"

As soon as Heimdall heard that there was a joke, he immediately rushed to grab the man's sleeve, and said flatteringly, "Mr. Krum, how much do you know about that match?"

Victor turned his head in surprise, and Heimdall giggled embarrassedly, and said frankly, "Actually, tomorrow's preliminaries are about this game. Of course, this is just my personal guess. It's hard to say how it will compare in the end." The topic of the 'homework' assigned by the chief referee yesterday was: [If you were a player of the Russian team that was suddenly overtaken 5 minutes before the end, in the last 10 minutes, how would you deal with the menacing Lithuania? Please state where you might or would like to play on the team.]”

Victor put down the schedule and said, "Didn't the chief referee tell you the details of the match?"

"I said it, and the final overtaking process was analyzed no less than three times."

"Okay then," Victor said with a smile on his face, "what do you want to know from me?"

"Can you play a 10-minute mock speed race with me?" Heimdall asked.

"Just the two of us?"

"Just the two of us."

Victor raised his eyebrows amusedly: "About what?"

Heimdall said sternly: "In the last 1873 minutes of that game in 10, the batsmen of the Russian team and the seekers of the Lithuanian team."