HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 217 Beauxbaton VS Liechtenstein

The atmosphere in the player lounge today is quite different.

Liechtenstein still maintains its own style. They didn't even live in the North Tower this time, and stayed directly in a high-end hotel in the ancient town of Kapok.It is said that the hotel has equipped them with the best hardware facilities and software services - the owner is entirely concerned about the advance payment of half a year's rent.Liechtenstein has spent a lot of money this time and intends to stay to the end, and anyone with a discerning eye can see the trick-the goal is directly at the world championship trophy.

Karkaroff was very unhappy about this. Liechtenstein's check-out greeting and room reservation agreement were carried out at the same time. As soon as someone here sent someone to inform Durmstrang that "we can't stay anymore", the players there already had The luggage is in the store.Karkaroff felt like he had been slapped in the face by Liechtenstein, and he felt like he was making a fool of himself in public.

What do they mean?Karkaroff was furious.What are you dissatisfied with about our school?He didn't make a sound when asked, just said he was uncomfortable.Karkaroff wants to scold your mother, but you keep silent, God knows where you are not used to living!Fortunately, the other six schools were reasonable, and they all arrived and checked in according to the stipulated time, which made Karkaroff heave a sigh of relief.If other schools also do this, he will definitely go to the Quidditch Union to report the situation, stumbling hard, so that those guys are all over the world and no one is used to living in it!

Mrs. Maxim, who was sitting next to Karkaroff, didn't have the heart to pay attention to other people's negative emotions, because she herself was already extremely negative.Her varsity captain had previously confided to her privately that the game was a toss-up, but they would fight with all their might.The captain is setting a psychological bottom line for her to prepare her.Mrs. Maxim understands that she is not someone who can be overpowered by others. Losing is not a big deal. The key is not to lose. If you try your best and still fail to win, she will never complain.

But... Mrs. Maxim was lucky enough to think that the competition was doomed every day, and she also had some illusions about which principal would like to see her school's defeat.

Captain Slater was not as emotional as their headmaster. The severe situation forced him to think the worst.He watched every game in Liechtenstein, and the more he watched, the more he felt that their losses were not wronged at all.So far in the Liechtenstein competition, the practice mode of positive selection + alternates has been adopted.To deal with them back then, Beauxbaton dispatched a formal battle with all his members, which was considered a great deal of face.

"If it were you, how would you play?" Slater asked the person standing next to him-Victor Krum, a member of the Durmstrang varsity team who came to visit and cheer.

"You want to know?" Victor said calmly.

"nonsense!"

"The key is that I said you can do it?"

Slater was hit hard, and he stroked his forehead: "Thank you, there is no need." He still has this self-knowledge. Whether they can operate Durmstrang's battle plan is another matter.

After a while, Slater looked around and found that the members of the Beauxbatons school team were looking at Krum devoutly like prayers in a confessional, their eyes shining with the light of expecting a miracle to come.

"Aren't you visiting the class? Tell everyone a few words! Didn't you see so many of us looking at you?" Slater pointed out sourly.

"I'm used to it." Victor said bluntly.

Slater vomited blood for the second time, and he didn't bring such a visit.

"I haven't done a pre-match mobilization speech, and I don't know how to do it. Usually, the captain does it." Victor seemed a little embarrassed. Because of the unsmiling face of a certain ace, everyone dared not laugh at him.

"Just let us learn what your captain said." Slater wondered that Krum is obviously not a single-minded person.

"you sure?"

"Let's talk, let's talk, if you, a master, master, master, master, master, master, master, master, master, master, master, and master will give us a speech, everyone will definitely welcome it."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of applause from below.

"Bernicke likes long speeches, so every time everyone spontaneously enters the lounge half an hour earlier."

Slater immediately stated: "Don't bother, just pick the simplest one."

"Then August, our former captain, his speech has always been easy to understand and concise."

The name of this man, Slater, has been heard. It is said that he was very prestigious when he was in school. The most remarkable thing is that he was able to talk to the captains of the school teams of all major magic schools.

Beauxbaton's students immediately put on a posture of listening attentively.

Victor scanned the past one by one with a sense of rhythm, and the students who were swept by those majestic eyes couldn't help but tremble, and became inexplicably excited: this is what I want! ! !

"Is everyone here?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but they quickly came to their senses and nodded in unison: "It's all here, it's all here."

Victor calmly pointed at the door: "Then let's go."

The students of Beauxbatons burst into tears.

***

"What's going on? Why is Beauxbaton coming out? Is the game ahead of time?" Someone in the audience questioned.

Many people looked at their watches at the same time, and it was indeed nearly 10 minutes earlier than the usual appearance time.

The girls in the cheerleading team watched more carefully than the others. They noticed the sad expressions and sad eyes of the school team members, and they were shocked in their hearts, secretly screaming, could it be that this game is really so bad?

Heimdall and Snow also looked down at their watches, and then smiled at each other because of the same gesture.

"Hurry up! Didn't you see all the contestants entering the arena!"

Accompanied by a loud urging, a group of wizards rushed into the general auditorium, filling one-third of the empty seats around them.

A male wizard sat down on the empty seat on Heimdall's right without saying a word, and Heimdall immediately turned to him and said, "There is someone here...it's you!"

The wizard also reacted, pointing at Heimdall for a long time, but couldn't call out his name.

"My surname is Stulusson, Mr. Repin." Heimdall reminded him that Repin today is much more decent and tidy than that day.

"Of course I know, I'm thinking of your name!" Repin still looked down on the steps he built.

Heimdall moved his mouth, and Repin waved his hand: "Don't remind me, I will definitely remember, whoever reminds me I am in a hurry!"

There was a booing from the men and women who were with him around him.

"Do you know this person?" Snow asked in a low voice.

"Well, people in Professor Katenen's company, do you know that the professor has a company?"

"I have heard that the group of people invited by Malfoy's family are employees of this company. Rommel mentioned it to me." Snow glanced at Repin who was still deep in thought. "What a rather...interesting person." He expressed his opinion tactfully.

Heimdall chuckled.

Repin glanced at the sound, but soon fell into a new round of thinking.

Seeing that he still couldn't figure out why, Heimdall tried to explain to him several times, but he just refused to go down the steps, which made Heimdall want to vomit more and more quickly.

When Heimdall was about to speak again, Repin’s warning eyes swept over him. Heimdall ignored him and opened his mouth and said, “I’m not reminding you, I’m really not reminding you, I’m definitely not reminding you, Haihaihai Haihaihai...Mummummum...dada dadada..."

"Heimdall Strulusson!" Repin exclaimed in surprise, and the gloom between his brows disappeared. "I just said, how could I forget!"

Those men and women reverted to their old ways.

"Shut up! You mortals know nothing! Do you want overtime pay? Do you want it! Let me repeat, I spit out all the year-end bonuses from last year and hand them all over to the lovely vodka!" Repin Standing up and staring, the surroundings were really silent.

Just when Heimdall was also stunned, his boyfriend Victor came to the door.

"Why?" Repin stared at the unexpected visitor.

Heimdall took out three tickets with consecutive numbers: "I reminded you from the beginning, you took my boyfriend's seat."

Repin stood up reluctantly, and logically squeezed out the subordinates next to him. The man dared not speak out and shifted his position backwards, throwing himself into the arms of his colleagues with an aggrieved expression on his face.

Heimdall said to Victor: "Didn't you visit Beauxbatons? Why did they leave so early?"

Victor said lightly: "Their pre-match mobilization is very brief."

Although Heimdall didn't understand it very well, he didn't take it to heart.

"Why hasn't it started yet? Is there another team? Forfeited?" Repin became impatient as soon as he sat down.

Someone next to him reminded him: "Beauxbaton played earlier, and it hasn't reached the start point yet."

When Repin heard this, he closed his eyes and dozed off. The boss took the lead, and the subordinates naturally couldn’t lag behind. Feeling out, eating and devouring...

What is the nature of the work of these people?The more Heimdall looked at it, the more puzzled he became. Why did he feel that he couldn't eat three meals a day?

Until this time, Victor asked him: "Who are these people?"

Heimdall gave him a rough explanation.

Victor nodded: "The last time I took toffee on a blind date, it was his Chimera?" "He" refers to Repin who is lying on the chair and has no image at all.

"Correct."

"I really didn't expect Professor Katenen to be the boss of a company." Victor said.

"Professor has a double income!" Heimdall's eyes flickered, seemingly looking forward to it.

Victor couldn't help but patted his cheek with his hand.

A pair of eyes passed through the audience and suddenly focused on it. Victor suddenly snorted coldly, his face was not showing any mountains or dews, and he was still smiling.

At this time, the start whistle sounded, and the two teams hovered over the center of the arena.

The referee first released the Snitch, and then the Quaffle and the Bludger roared into the air.

The first game of the semi-finals officially started.

"Liechtenstein still knows the importance." Victor said, looking at the lineups of the two sides.

"How?" Heimdall asked.

"They played as an official team, and no substitutes were assigned."

"Actually, Beauxbaton's overall strength is not weak. The biggest shortcoming is the lack of an efficient seeker." Snow expressed his opinion.

At the same time, a sigh erupted from the audience—Beauxbaton failed to grab the ball, and the match point fell into the opponent's hands in an instant.

As Ryan had said, Durmstrang was on Beauxbaton's side this time.

Madam Maxim immediately expressed her gratitude to Karkaroff, no matter who won the game, she accepted this kindness.In fact, this credit should not be attributed to Karkaroff, he only played a slight role in fueling the flames. Cheering for Beauxbaton is due to the spontaneous behavior of the students, and the motivation comes from the girls in the cheerleading group We—smelly men who want to watch!

While the other part of the audience who came to see the stinky men was immersed in the tense atmosphere of the game, most of the Durmstrang boys focused on dreaming about the cute dancing girl. Fortunately, the girl laughed and they laughed The girl is worried, they are also worried, they will jump for joy when they should cheer, and they will not be far behind when they should sigh. The atmosphere in the entire auditorium is still harmonious so far.

In short, each flower enters each eye, each focuses on each other, without delay.

Snow and Victor expressed their opinions on the game format. Heimdall was dizzy and began to have an instinctive rejection reaction. He couldn't even watch the game impatiently. In the end, he closed his eyes. Join the ranks of dozing off like the employees of the Pu Rongrong Company.

He fell asleep for a while, then was awakened by a scream. Heimdall's neck was straight, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked around in a daze: "Is it over? Who won?"

Victor patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, and then covered him back: "It's not over yet, Beauxbaton scored a goal."

"Oh..." Heimdall closed his eyes again and leaned back into Victor's arms. As for how he fell asleep in the current "princess hug" mode, Heimdall would not pursue it.

He suddenly opened his eyes: "Who is leading now?"

"Beauxbatons is temporarily ahead."

"Not bad." Heimdall smiled slightly, and took a long breath after a while.

Victor saw that he was sleeping soundly, and began to worry about whether he could still sleep at night. It is not good to stay up all night.

Snow forced himself not to care about what happened in the seat next to him, so he looked down at his pocket watch: "It seems that this tough battle won't be over for a while, how do you plan to solve it at lunch?"

"Let's order food." Victor saw that many people had already asked the school elves to deliver lunch.

The two parties on the field are still fighting, and they are not affected at all.

Today's Beauxbatons is extraordinarily ferocious, and his momentum is like a tiger. So far, he has actually fought to a tie with Liechtenstein.This surprised the Liechtenstein contestants whose eyes were above the top. This fighting spirit also affected the girls in the cheerleading group. on the line.The girls didn't leave the venue, and the boys who didn't want to drink didn't leave the venue either. Even at lunch time, the auditorium still maintained a harmonious state of full voices and full seats.

As long as the Snitch doesn't show up, the game won't be over.

"Why isn't it over yet!?"

Victor looked over after hearing the reputation, and saw that Repin, who had been asleep just now, had already sat up, and he didn't care about the crumpled robe hanging on his body, and was staring at the venue with unkind eyes.

"When will this end?" Repin turned to look at Victor.

"...Wait until someone catches the golden snitch." Victor admired him for being so natural in asking.

"That means that the ball has gone wrong again today!" Repin muttered in Russian, then stood up abruptly, and shouted to the surroundings: "Get up! Get up! Lunch time!"

Victor raised his eyebrows amid the yelling——

Against the backdrop of the rising figures of all the employees of the Purongrong Company, Heimdall sat up suddenly, swallowed his saliva uncontrollably, and looked around dimly: "Can we eat?"