HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 109 Quidditch...

When the Potions professor announced the dismissal of the get out of class, Heimdall almost cheered. Of course, in the end, he just shouted twice in his heart to pass his addiction.Handing in all the classwork, resisting the urge to run, walked out of the classroom with the Slytherins.

"Mr. Sturluson." The Potions Professor said suddenly a second before he left the classroom. "After these assignments are corrected," he said, he sluggishly terribly. "It will be sent directly to Durmstrang, and the next assignment will also be sent."

Draco couldn't help but stare, because his cousin's face suddenly changed, looking a little "scary"...

Gryffindors are always "faster" than Slytherins, especially when it comes to escaping Potions classrooms.When Heimdall, Draco and several of his "friends" left the classroom about ten steps away, they saw Ron, Harry and others gathered not far away, surrounding the Gryffindor Quidditch What did the captain say.

Oliver Wood, who was always paying attention to the movement in this room, his eyes lit up, pushed away the first graders who stood in front of him, and strode forward. "Yesterday's agreement still works." He excitedly said loudly, as if he couldn't wait.

Draco waved Wood's hand away. "What are you doing?!" He glared.

Wood glanced at him, and said confidently: "Mr. Strulusson promised to play Quidditch with us yesterday, and I have been waiting until now."

That's when Draco noticed that he was fully armed except for his broomstick. "You want to play Quidditch with this group of Gryffindors?" Draco looked at his cousin with a strange face.

Heimdall touched his nose, why didn't he remember that he had clearly agreed? "Durmstrang's carriage hasn't arrived yet?" He turned to Wood, otherwise the Quidditch captain wouldn't be so excited.

"No." This was what pleased Oliver Wood the most, and he wished the carriage would come again after dark.

Heimdall shrugged. "Okay, it's okay anyway, let's go play."

Wood was so happy that he took Heimdall and ran outside.

Draco's face darkened, he hesitated for a moment and followed.Then, the Slytherins, who had the mentality of watching the excitement, also followed.

On the Gryffindor side, Ron didn't hesitate at all. He followed in the footsteps of the Gryffindor Quidditch captain and ran out of the gate with great interest. Harry Potter followed closely behind, and many first graders followed because they had nothing to do. , but mostly boys.Hermione didn't join in the fun, she didn't like this barbaric sport by nature, so she walked towards the dormitory together with a few girls who were equally uninterested.

Hogwarts' Quidditch pitch is located on the west side of the castle. There are three 16-meter-high golden poles at each end of the court, and each pole has a ring on top of it.Unlike the Quidditch training ground in Durmstrang, high stands are set up around the ground here, and there are many chairs on it from a distance.

The locker room next to the Quidditch court.

"My application has been approved, and our college will reserve the venue this afternoon." Wood said with great joy. "I have thought of countless brilliant plans, and they will definitely win us the Academy Cup this time. Of course, the most important thing is that we have Harry!" His gaze fell directly on Harry Potter in the crowd, His face was full of radiance eager to try.

The Slytherins, who were rarely in the same room, rolled their eyes unabashedly, and some even made faces at each other.

Heimdall subconsciously put down the half-worn protective gear, raised his hands and clapped his hands.At that moment, everyone looked at him.Even Harry Potter, the original focus of attention, looked at him inexplicably.A certain boy was stunned for a moment, then put his hand down, and said calmly: "Sorry, I forgot that this is not Durmstrang, nor is it listening to the impassioned speech of the principal of our school."

Ron Weasley couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.Heimdall glanced at him angrily, lowered his head and continued to put on the protective gear.

"Wood," thought a Gryffindor student. "How about a match between Harry and Sturlusson? Harry is the best Seeker in our school, and I don't think he's any worse than anyone else."

The sentence that came out of the mouth first pissed off the Slytherins over there, what is "the best in our school"?Can he be a Gryffindor when Hogwarts is his family? !So where did they leave Slytherin?

Draco also changed color, and it was a double fire. His focus of anger was one more than that of the students in the same house. The Gryffindor not only ignored them Slytherin but also belittled and questioned his cousin's ability to ride a broom.

"There's no need to compare, I admit defeat."

Heimdall's words were like a basin of icy water, and Draco, who was filled with anger, was chilled. He stared in disbelief. The former had already put on the full-body protective gear and was making the final size adjustment.

The Gryffindors also didn't expect to get this answer. According to their assumptions, this person would definitely be overwhelmed by face. Isn't he a champion?Aren't champions eager to maintain their dignity?

"I've never played a formal Quidditch at school. Apart from cramming for the sugar mouse match, I have almost no other competition or practice experience." Heimdall put on his gloves and looked up at the crowd. "It's not that I underestimate myself. I've never been a Seeker before, and I haven't even touched a Golden Snitch. Naturally, I can't compare to Mr. Potter from your school." After finishing speaking, he smiled humbly.

Draco seemed to understand something, and slowly calmed down.There is really no need to argue about it. Rigg is a student of Durmstrang, not Hogwarts, so there is no need to be arrogant here.

Ron frowned and said, "What position did you play in the sugar mouse game?"

"The batter."

"Here we come!" Following the yell, George and Fred ran in together, looking up in shock. "Didn't you say that Gryffindor is reserved for this afternoon?" George looked at the uninvited guests with unkind faces in bewilderment. "Rig! Rig!" Fred rushed to a certain boy like a locomotive, and slapped him on the shoulder vigorously. "It's finally the day, and we will definitely take good care of you. This sport is actually very dangerous. Although Hogwarts has never died because of a Bludger, it's still possible to smash your jaw or break your head." If it happens, we will definitely use the Bludger carefully and seriously. And, in case something happens to you, the new probability will not be included in our school." The twins laughed maliciously.

"I'm also a batter." Heimdall picked up the short wooden club that was leaning on the side, and swung it vigorously twice. The twins avoided it and suffered the pain of the stick twice. "So we are each other." He smiled warmly amidst George and Fred's cries of pain.

"The batter?" George said incredulously. "Just your body, your body, and the hitter?!"

"I really don't understand Durmstrang." Fred nodded in agreement. "As you look, it's not the same as Harry, and the wise thing to do is to be a Seeker."

Harry Potter frowned, his manly pride insulted.

"I'm not a member of the school team, and a first-year student can't be an official team member. Besides," Heimdall carried the short wooden club on his shoulders, curling his lips disapprovingly. "The Seeker has no chance for me to play. Even if I am lucky enough to be a substitute, I will sit on the bench until the end of the third grade."

After hearing these remarks, a Gryffindor suddenly asked in a low voice: "Who is Durmstrang's Seeker? Is it very good?"

Ron was the first to jump to his feet. "You don't know?! You don't know?!"

The fierce appearance made the boy tremble with fright. "I, I don't know... what, what's the matter..." Fortunately, he was able to speak a complete sentence.

"My Merlin! You don't know Victor Krum of Durmstrang?" Ron was shocked as if he had heard the Arabian Nights.

"I don't know..." The frightened boy couldn't figure it out. Is Krum famous?Why must he know?

"He's the best Seeker in all of Europe, no, he's the best Seeker in the world!" Ron Weasley said dreamily. "No one can fly faster than him, catch accurately..."

"Hey, you forgot about Harry Potter." The Slytherins couldn't help laughing and teasing.

Ron muttered, "There's no comparison at all..."

The Slytherins laughed even harder.

Ron Weasley, who was straight, didn't realize that he had offended his good friend at all, and the disapproving glances of students from the same college did not wake him up in time.Although Harry Potter didn't seem to have changed on the surface, he didn't seem to be angry.

"Rig, can you get some of Krum's autographs for me?!" The red-haired boy suddenly became energetic after being stimulated by this.

"You might as well write to the head of the VK regiment at our school, he must be very happy to have students from other schools join."

"VK? Is it Viktor Krum's VK?"

My brain is also spinning faster than before.

Heimdall nodded.

Ron was overjoyed, but when he was about to say something, he suddenly frowned, and looked up strangely. "Your hair..." he said hesitantly. "It was the same color as yesterday." Ron was puzzled. "Is that potion not working?"

"I've stopped drinking that potion for a long time."

Ron froze for a moment, then stared. "So this is your original hair color?"

Heimdall nodded.

"But..." Ron Weasley looked up reluctantly. "It's not good-looking, it's really not good-looking." His expression was a little awkward. "Why is it the same as that Malfoy?"

"Of course." Heimdall whispered against his ear. "Because we are relatives."

The red-haired boy froze on the spot.

***

Although they couldn't see the two Seekers competing, the onlookers were still enthusiastic, sitting in the stands and shouting for the goal in their hearts.

This is a practice match that focuses on training for their respective defensive ranges. Woodburn does not intend to show his "killer trump card" today, so he just follows the usual training process.Oliver Wood was eager to win the award, and it was impossible to expose his academy's family background to so many audiences, especially since there were quite a few Quidditch players from his academy.

"Rig, how about we play two?" the twins, who were enjoying themselves among the Bludgers, suggested at the same time.As soon as the words fell, George clenched the bat tightly and slammed it, and the 10-inch-diameter black iron ball flew towards Heimdall's direction with a buzzing sound.

Without hesitation, Heimdall suddenly increased his speed, avoiding the trajectory of the iron ball.Before he had time to catch his breath, another Bludger seemed to be affected by magnetism, making a big circle in the air and hitting him straight.Heimdall didn't fly away in a hurry, but stayed on the spot without moving. His "unresponsiveness" made the audience anxious, especially Draco, whose heart was about to pop out of his throat.

Suddenly, Heimdall moved, and when the big black bump was two palms away from his forehead, his broom shot out like an arrow off the string, and then two Bludgers collided behind him. Together, there was an earth-shattering piercing impact sound.

Draco changed his previous anxiety and suddenly laughed.The rest of the audience exclaimed.

Logically speaking, the bludgers that have been enchanted will not collide, and they only find people and not the same kind.Heimdall just wanted to experiment how precise the magic could be. According to this situation, the magic wasn't [-]% effective. Fundamentally speaking, the sphere couldn't get rid of the shackles of the principle of inertia.

Just when Heimdall was thinking hard and wandering away, Wood and other team members rushed over. They gathered around the two Bludgers that had fallen to the ground and were shaking constantly to check whether the balls were damaged.

"Okay, we'll mess up our team's property as soon as we come up." Fred flew to Heimdall and joked calmly, his words made a certain boy suddenly wake up.

If these two things are broken, I won't lose money, right? !Just when he was worried, two Bludgers on the ground suddenly jumped into the sky, almost knocking George off the broom.The twins got their act together, raised their bats, and drove straight out, taking the Bludger to the bum.

"You fly very well."

Heimdall looked towards the source of the sound. "Thank you." He smiled politely at Harry.

"Can you see the Snitch?" Harry couldn't help asking what was on his mind.

"I can see it," said Heimdall. "But it's not very clear."

"Really?" A tone of disbelief.

"I think so myself, so please think so too."

Harry froze for a moment, not expecting such an answer.

"The Golden Snitch is a test of eyesight." Heimdall said mockingly, as if forgetting that the "eyesight" of the Seeker in front of him was not much better, even worse than his. "I think my eyesight is not very good, it's too far away..." The voice stopped abruptly, Heimdall narrowed his eyes under Harry Potter's inexplicable gaze, and then rushed out.

Harry, who was parked in mid-air, looked in the direction he was going away, and saw a few boys in Durmstrang's school uniform standing on the Slytherin stands waving to the field. Obviously, Stuart Song rushed out because of this.

This is called bad eyesight? !Mr. Savior shook his head.

At this time, Wood flew over. "What's wrong?" he asked. "How did Sturluson escape?"

"Durmstrang is here to pick you up." Harry conveyed the news to the captain.