HP's Foreign Land

The final whistle sounded, and this round of broomstick speed competition ended.

Heimdall thought as he took off his gloves: It is estimated that after adding the scores of this round, his ranking will fall back to the second group.

"It's such a pity, Sturlusson." A loud voice sounded behind him, with uncontrollable excitement in his words.

Heimdall took off his gloves for a moment, made a strange face, and lowered his head to continue the movement. "Competitions are inevitable. It's normal to win and lose. It's impossible to stay on the championship forever." He said calmly.

"It's good if you can think about it." The biggest competitor in this field comforted him not very sincerely.

No, I can't think about it at all. In fact, I really want to kick your belly hard now.Heimdall said without changing his face.This guy has nothing to do with it, but he just won a game with luck, as for running to him now to show off his power, the speed competition is not the end of the game.

The contestant who hit the goalpost before crossing the line came to his senses after some resuscitation, he clutched his head and staggered to Heimdall, lowered his eyebrows in remorse and said, "I'm sorry... Sturlusson... "Lips twitched, shoulders trembled, as if about to cry.

Heimdall was depressed: Why are you crying? I didn't let you bump into a pillar. Don't mislead the masses, okay?Immediately, he found that all the people around him looked sympathetic and couldn't bear it.Heimdall was even more depressed, because the target of these people's sympathy was not the one who bumped into the pillar, but him—Heimdall Strulusson. The sad thing was that he was not only sympathized by the audience, but also by the staff who cleaned up the venue. , even the players are sympathizing with him, it's fine to drop a few drops of "crocodile tears" than his grades, people have a superior mentality, sympathizing with the weak is the duty of the strong, why even those who are at the bottom and the bottom of the crane are frowning head?

"Actually, you fly very well, really well." An unnamed contestant ran over and patted him on the shoulder pretending to be intimate. "In addition to personal strength, luck is also a key factor in the competition. There is nothing wrong with your strength, that is..." He chuckled and didn't continue.

Heimdall stared.

"Don't be overwhelmed." Another contestant came out and enlightened him with an expression of "Actually, I know your heart best". "You once made it to the top ten, and this result is enough to make you proud for a lifetime. Sugar mice are a big competition in the world, and you are not wrong."

wrong?Where to start?Heimdall can't help but laugh, these people really have "sympathy".

"Sturluson!"

Heimdall touched his nose, but said nothing.The person who called his name ran up to him and said with a sigh: "It's a pity, maybe you can overtake me after this round is over, it's a pity."

... who are you?he wants to ask.Heimdall deliberately pretended to be deep, because the more you agree with these people, the more endless, so he simply kept silent and kept himself silent.

Unexpectedly, just because of his indifference and negativity, it further stimulated the growth and spread of compassion - look, they were all so shocked that they couldn't speak.

You can tell what these people are thinking just by looking at them. A bad breath surges in the chest, and it quickly swims through the whole body until it fills the whole body.Heimdall's face was as cold and hard as white marble, his silver eyes burst out with unkind rays of light, and his demeanor unreservedly declared to everyone that he was extremely unhappy.He glanced at the certain contestant who was giving sympathy like singing, that person immediately fell silent, and the smile quickly disappeared from his face.

The impenetrable human wall suddenly opened a big hole. Although the wind and rain were blowing overhead and thunder was still ringing in his ears, Heimdall felt much better.Before people woke up, before the next wave of sympathy revived, he hurried away from the scene.

As soon as he left the natural disaster site, Heimdall let out the suffocated breath, and then he couldn't help doing a very childish action: he kicked at the rat-shaped nail used for the rope of the fixed-roof tent, which was cute and cute. The metal mouse remained motionless, but the pain in his toes brought tears to his eyes.

Just as Heimdall was grinning and gasping for breath, he laughed wildly at himself and then detonated, and his posture intensified. Needless to say, Duncan Orville, who has always lacked compassion, must bear the brunt.

"It hurts, I think it must be very painful." Duncan said happily while hugging his stomach.Edmund covered his mouth and looked at the grass on the ground, while Bernick shook his head and smiled. It was infuriating that Victor Krum, who has always been known for his restraint, was actually quite happy, smiling so hard that his teeth could be seen!

Heimdall's cheeks were hot, and he looked away stiffly, trying his best to calm down the distorted expression. X's!very painful!He wept bitterly in his heart.

"It's unlucky, and there's nothing you can do about it." Duncan had laughed enough, and started to make an afterthought.

Heimdall twitched the corner of his mouth.

"The time difference for takeoff was well grasped," Edmund, who never commented on "current affairs" much, actually joined in the fun. "It's just bad luck."

The corners of Heimdall's mouth twitched again.

"You—" General Bernick said a word before being interrupted by Heimdall.

"I'm unlucky, and I admit it myself, but I'm opposed to hearing people say that I'm unlucky over and over again." Heimdall raised his head and said stiffly. "The competition has been held to this day, there are many people who are more unlucky than me, and there are countless people who are as unlucky as me. Why do everyone point their fingers at me?" He scratched his head, he couldn't figure it out.

"Because you are the first to announce the champion's declaration." Adam's voice sounded suddenly, after that, he and Xiabi walked around the four senior brothers slowly and walked in front of him.

Heimdall opened his mouth, with puzzlement and surprise on his face.

"It seems that I don't remember." Adam smiled slightly. "You won't forget that night, that special firework show, right? The school badge display night started by you."

Heimdall was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses as if he had been slapped in the face. "Isn't that just a side activity for fun?" he asked cautiously.

"Honey, most people don't shoot symbolic fireworks into the sky, except for celebrations, announcements, or...organizational codes." Adam said.It seems that other contestants remember it, but those who "advertise it widely" don't remember it themselves.

Heimdall finally understood why those people looked at him with pity. In addition to sympathy, it was also a kind of ridicule, a kind of ridicule and hint of self-defeating.The schadenfreude behind pity!Because he wanted to shake the tree with a gnat, this kind of result deserves to be unlucky, he rushed to the top ten with great success, but ended disastrously in the penultimate game, falling out of the first group.

To be honest, Adam was a little worried after he finished speaking, worried that the boy should not be reminded of this "scary" fact.Judging from the performance on the field just now, the scores in this game must be terrible, and tomorrow's score list will definitely not be too good, and the top ten will definitely not be kept.If it goes down...you can't be sure where it will be between 10 and 20.There is still the last broomstick race left, as long as the current top ten do not make any big mistakes, the ranking can basically be determined.

Adam opened his mouth to speak, wanted to say something, but couldn't find a single word after searching his stomach. He lacked experience in this field.He could only watch helplessly as the boy walked towards the rat-shaped pedestal, staring at it without saying a word, motionless, and expressionless.

The four senior brothers frowned unanimously, this was the first time they had heard of this.Looking at the boy's silent performance, one would think that his self-confidence had been hit, and he was a little bit depressed.

"It doesn't matter. Rigg is still young. He is only in the first grade. It is already very good to have such a result in participating in an international competition for the first time." Bernick tried to soften his tone. "Besides, there are many international competitions. Next year, the year after, and the year after graduation until graduation, there are still countless competitions waiting in line. This sugar mouse is not bad."

Edmund nodded desperately, saying yes frequently.

Duncan scratched his head, and it was rare for his conscience to realize that he shouldn't have laughed at him just now.

"Who said sugar mice are not bad! The difference is this!" Heimdall said suddenly. "I'm so mad! I don't want to go back without a medal in this competition!" He turned to Adam. "Gold, silver and bronze all have medals, right?"

Dumbfounded, Adam nodded, then shook his head again. "Not medals, the top three are trophies."

"Excellent." Heimdall snorted, making them smile in surprise.He turned around abruptly, walked towards the outside of the competition area with his head held high, turned around after not walking a few steps, grabbed Victor by the collar, and forced him to walk with him regardless of whether he liked it or not.

Victor was staggered all the way by him, which was really detrimental to his image, and it was inevitable that he would be pointed at wherever he passed.Victor touched the hand on the lapel, but unfortunately the owner of the hand didn't respond. Although he didn't care about other people's gazes, it was really uncomfortable to be pulled by the collar when walking.

"Rig," he said.

Heimdall walked with his head buried and ignored it, or he was too preoccupied to notice.

"Rig dear (Bulgarian)." Victor emphasized his tone and increased the strength of his hand.

Heimdall stopped and turned around, looking at him cautiously.

Seeing his expression, Victor felt amused, and with a little force, he grabbed Heimdall's hand and withdrew from his collar. "Actually, I can walk," he said softly.

Heimdall laughed a few times in embarrassment, and took a step back.

Victor let go of his hand. "Can you tell me what you want me to do?"

"You are an internationally renowned star player." Heimdall looked at him and said. "I think you must have a secret."

Victor looked at him for a while and saw that he didn't look like he was joking. "I don't dare to be a star player, I'm just a student, not a professional player—"

"Don't do this with me." Heimdall quickly interrupted him. "I want to know the secret!"

"...The secret you mentioned is how to make yourself fly fast?" Victor paused. "do you mean this?"

Heimdall's eyes lit up. "you know?"

Victor laughed, and then said: "I think I probably know the 'secret' you mentioned."

Heimdall was annoyed by his sudden laugh, but immediately put the flaws behind him when he heard that there was a secret. "Tell me quickly, don't worry, I will never leak the secret." He swore a promise.

Victor was silent instead. "You want to win the championship that much?"

"I just want to be in the top ten, and it's best to get a trophy. I don't care if I'm number one."

"For face?" Victor said amusedly.

"It's called elation!" Heimdall stared.

"Okay, I'll tell you, um, the 'secret'." Victor turned and continued walking forward.

Heimdall immediately followed suit. "Hurry up!" he said anxiously.

Victor answered unhurriedly: "There must be a broomstick first."

"Are you going to teach me yourself?" Heimdall expressed his flattery in an exaggerated tone, and he put his hands on his chest. "My God, it's Victor Krum..."

Victor frowned, and said in a vicious voice, "Don't talk nonsense, do you want the whole world to know about this?"

About a minute passed before Heimdall realized that he was joking with him.

"Scared me to death!" Heimdall wiped his forehead. "I thought you were really angry, your coffin face is too lethal, although you usually look serious and deterrent when you don't smile."

"My grandmother has always taught me that only uneducated and frivolous children are happy all day long." Victor said slowly.

"What about optimism?!" Heimdall had a different opinion.

"Indeed." Victor raised the corner of his mouth. "But I didn't know it at the time."

Why did the topic suddenly become so serious?Heimdall scratched his cheek, not knowing what to say.

Victor patted his hand. "It's here, go get the broom, don't you want to know the secret?"

Relieved, Heimdall quickly rushed into the tent.