HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 349 囧囧 Has God

The two Bulgarian fans who ran up to them didn't seem to feel the tense atmosphere around them at all, and they didn't notice that they ran into the gathering place of Irish fans. They patronized Heimdall and smiled like a sunflower.

"Are you..." Heimdall hesitated and asked in English.

"We are members of the VK cheerleading group." The two children looked about eleven or twelve years old, shaking their heads constantly, and the Bulgarian caps on their foreheads changed colors with their movements.

The surrounding Irish fans were very dissatisfied with their seemingly provocative behavior. They actually bullied them to the door, glaring at each other. Unfortunately, the two intruders were not conscious at all, and they were still there three times left and right three times.

"Why are you here?" The two young fans seemed quite dissatisfied.

"Can't I be here?"

"This is the British camp."

So you still know whose territory you are stepping on?

"My friends are all British and I came with them," Heimdall said.

The two young fans seemed to have discovered Ron and Hermione beside Heimdall, and at the same time noticed the kettle in Heimdall's hand, and one of the young fans reached out to pick it up, "Are you going to fetch water? I come, I come!"

Heimdall avoided in a hurry, and the little fan jumped into the air, pursing his mouth aggrievedly.

"No need." Heimdall said tactfully. "I can still do this kind of trivial matter. If I really can't lift it, my friends will help."

As soon as the two little fans heard this, they immediately cast reproachful glances at Ron and Hermione—how could you let Mr. Sturlusson work? , It's really popular.

"Do you have anything else to do? We still have to fetch water," Heimdall said.

The two young fans looked at each other, and then took out three Bulgarian caps from their pockets. Regardless of whether the other party liked it or not, they raised their hands and put the caps on the other's head. The Heimdalls had no chance to refuse. Just put it on your head and flutter in the wind.

The two young fans nodded, very satisfied with the result.

Finnigan was not happy. These three people were originally recruited into the team by him, how could they become enemies in the blink of an eye?

"Ron! Hermione!" Finnigan began to "kill familiarity".

Hermione took off her hat without further ado, and Ron took off his hat after a struggle. He was afraid that if he didn't take it off, he would never be able to leave this camp again. A man who knows current affairs is a hero.

Finnigan smiled happily, and gave each of them a deformed clover badge, and took the initiative to help them pin it on their chests. He took off his hat, and asked the two little fans for a special colored stripe badge made by VK Cheerleaders. One of the little fans took off his own badge and pinned it on Heimdall's clothes very graciously.

The color stripe badge of the VK cheerleading group is exquisite in workmanship. The main body of the pin is a golden shield-shaped Bulgarian national emblem. Below the badge is a string of three-color satin tassels in the same color as the Bulgarian flag. The three-color tassels are like neon lights in the sun. Shining brightly, the VK cheerleading group has worked hard and done enough homework for this final.

Heimdall noticed that Finnigan was staring at his badge without blinking, and he widened his eyes like a thief, "No." He covered the badge with his hands seriously, "No matter what you say, I won't give it. "

Finnigan almost vomited blood, who cares about your broken badge!

After being interrupted by Heimdall, Finnigan forgot to try to get Ron and Hermione to join the group. Ron saw it and immediately said: "It's too late, my father will scold me if I don't fetch water." Finnigan with a bad face said goodbye, while pushing the two friends to leave the Irish camp with a strange atmosphere.

It wasn't until the group of Irish fans could not be seen at all that Ron slowed down, turned around, rubbed his hands, and said to the two little fans who followed them out of the Irish camp: "Well, what? Give me a color stripe badge."

"Didn't you tell Finnigan that you would support the Irish team?" Hermione said angrily.

"Nonsense, can he give up without talking like that? Can he let us go so happily?"

Heimdall said: "Ron, you have become bad." You actually know the hypocrisy.

Ron bared his teeth at Heimdall, turned around and continued to harass the two little fans. The remaining little fan with a colored stripe badge covered his clothes and shook his head desperately. His eyes gradually mist. Look at this posture, Those who didn't know thought that Ron was doing some kind of prostitution.

The little fan who donated his badge to Heimdall was very clever, and immediately suggested that Ron follow them to the Bulgarian camp, to the base camp of the VK cheerleading group, and give them as much as they want.

Ron snatched the water bottle from Heimdall's hand, "I'm tired of you." Then he turned his head and waved at the two little fans, "Let's go! Lead the way!"

The two young fans were overjoyed immediately, "Come closer here."

"Ron, if you don't fetch water, your father will scold you." Hermione reminded.

"It's okay, my dad is famously patient." Ron was very calm.

***

If the Irish are pursuing a pure, natural, carbon-free life with green leaves on their heads and feet on the ground, then the Bulgarians promote a simple patriotic sentiment. Looking around, there are colorful national flags.

The photos of the Bulgarian national team members were made into huge posters, hanging everywhere, overwhelming and dazzling. Some Bulgarian wizards simply painted their heads on the tents, and the most repeated one was Wick on a broom Do Krum shuttled back and forth between the flags and tents like a projected slide, which was dizzying.

Ron didn't know which one to look at first, he grabbed Heimdall, grabbed Hermione, and kept screaming, "Look, Victor Krum, it's Krum!" With a jerk, Hermione was really afraid that he would roll his eyes and turn away.

Heimdall nodded "Oh oh oh", Hermione watched calmly with a scrutinizing gaze. All in all, the enthusiasm between the two was not high. Ron looked left and then right, curled his lips, and let go. They said, "Sorry, I found the wrong person." Then they took a big step forward and grabbed the two little fans, quickly rewinding, "Look, Victor Krum, it's Krum!"

"Yeah, yum!" Even after watching it no less than [-] times, the young fans were still too excited.

Ron balanced.

Led by the two young fans, they shuttled through the Bulgarian camp. Along the way, there were always wizards who came up to talk to Heimdall, or simply greeted them. Broken English kept coming and going around, and some wizards inadvertently chatted with Heimdall. They passed by, and after they reacted, they worked tirelessly to catch up and have a word or two with Heimdall. In short, Heimdall was flattered by the enthusiasm of the Bulgarian wizards.

He knew who it was thanks to, and he also knew that these fans were nothing but lovers. Without Victor, he would be nothing to them. He didn't cower and hide, afraid of embarrassing Victor. Sunflower bloomed from the beginning to the end, and his face was almost frozen with laughter.

"I think you'd be a good fit for something like the International Department of Magical Cooperation," Hermione whispered to Heimdall. "A diplomat who communicates, negotiates, and bargains with foreigners."

It's better to just say that he is hypocritical and duplicity.

Heimdall said with a smile: "Thank you, I'm working hard on that." His future work is indeed to communicate with foreigners.

They stopped in front of a tent with a big VK cheerleading flag hanging high. The two little fans got in and quickly got out. Ron took the badge from them and happily pinned it on his clothes.

"Let's go." Hermione no longer condoned Ron's waywardness. "We've been delayed for a long time."

The two young fans looked at Heimdall eagerly, and Heimdall smiled slightly, "I'll come back later."

The little fans nodded lazily, a little disappointed.

The three of them quickly found the faucet along the shortcut pointed out by the little fans. When they got the water and walked back, they still passed by the Irish camp, because the camps of the British wizards were all planned together.

Reminded by Hermione, Ron reluctantly took off the badge, and the three passed through the Irish camp without incident.

When we got back to the Weasleys' grounds, Mr. Weasley was studying matches outside his tent, and he couldn't get any wood to light.

The twins told him that many wizards secretly used the ignition spell, and he could do the same, but it was a pity that Mr. Weasley had a soft spot for matches and couldn't listen to his son's advice.

"Mr. Weasley, may I go to the Bulgarian camp for a while?" Heimdall put the kettle next to the wood.

Mr. Weasley hesitated, "Isn't that camp near here?" Their place is the innermost layer of Camp No. [-], and it will take some time to walk to Camp No. Far.

"Can't you go?" Heimdall said.

"Just you?" Mr. Weasley was not at ease, and he couldn't bear to give up the match for a while, so he called Sirius out and asked him to go with him.

Sirius hesitated for a moment, as if weighing something, Heimdall felt that he might not be very happy, so he waved his hand, "It's okay, someone will lead me the way."

He pointed out to Mr. Weasley the two little Bulgarian fans who were hiding not far away and poking their heads here. Ron said in surprise, "They've been following us?"

The two little fans realized that they had been exposed, so they simply jumped out and waved their hands generously.

"Mr. Stulusson~~~~"

Heimdall couldn't laugh or cry.

"Okay, you go." Listening to Ron talking about the previous water fetching trip, Mr. Weasley felt relieved.

Before leaving, Ron repeatedly asked Heimdall to bring him a small flag with Krum's signature when he came back. He didn't let Heimdall go until Heimdall promised six times "I will bring it back for you".

Not too far behind the two little fans, a black thing jumped up to their feet and jumped upwards. The two little fans screamed "Ah", and after looking clearly, they found that it was a jet-black cat.

"Sorry for scaring you, this is my pet cat Pod." Heimdall smiled apologetically at the two.

The two little fans shook their heads, saying that it was okay, and the two little faces turned pale.

Heimdall felt even more guilty when he saw it, [Where did you go?Can't you show up normally? 】Turning around and questioning Pod.

[got used to. ] Podcat never knew how to spell "reflection".

Someone shouted loudly not far away, the sound sounded flustered, followed by the sound of footsteps, and after a while, a large group of animal teams composed of peacocks, golden pheasants, and various pet dogs ran across the crossing in front of them noisily. Along the road, the smoke and dust billowed, screaming again and again, intertwined with the cries of children and animals, forming a chorus under the blue sky. The title of the song was "Chicken Fly Dog Jump".

Thinking of the direction that the pod came from just now, Heimdall asked it: [These animals came out for a walk, shouldn’t it have anything to do with you? ] Bean Pod Silence is golden, Heimdall sighed in his heart, the cat started to pretend to be deaf and dumb as soon as it got into trouble.

[Those animals are really boring, not to mention stupid, but also startled. ]

Anyway, what is wrong is the other party, and there is always a reason for it.

What a shameless cat, Heimdall urges the two young fans to speed up and flee the scene of the crime while cursing.

***

"Mr. Edmund, we brought Mr. Strulusson." The two young fans bluffed as soon as they rushed into the tent of the VK cheerleading group.

Heimdall shook his head helplessly and walked into the tent.

The tent of the VK cheerleading group was full of excitement. Members wearing VK caps were busy in and out. Everyone was beaming, and they seemed to be very optimistic about the final result and full of confidence.

The appearance of Heimdall triggered a small climax of onlookers, and Heimdall had to bloom in the sunflower mode again, nodding with the fans who swarmed around him.

After a while, Edmund ran out, and after seeing Heimdall, he decided to reward the two young fans for their merits, "Well done, tell me what reward you want."

"I want an opal pendant with Krum's face on it." A small fan raised his hand.

Not to be outdone, another, "I want a set of Krum signet rings."

What they are talking about are all idol peripheral products produced and sold by the VK cheerleading group, ranging from small pendants, rings, quills, parchment, etc., to large wizard robes, cloaks, shawls, sweaters, etc., there is everything that one expects to find, there is nothing that cannot be done, Only you can't think of it. The members of the VK cheerleading group are spread across five continents and four oceans. It can be said that there are abundant resources and talents. Many wizards do design work and can also provide assembly line work. It can be regarded as making the best use of their talents and resources.

Edmund graciously met their request, and the two children happily bid farewell to everyone with their things, and left the tent.

"What is this?" Heimdall was puzzled. "Have I been kidnapped?"

"Yeah, just accept your fate." Edmund, the founder and head of the VK cheerleading group, laughed, "Come with me, the buyer has already sent people to inquire several times."

Heimdall naturally understood who the "buyer" was, and asked in confusion, "The tents of the Bulgarian national team are also in this camping area?"

"Of course, otherwise where else would it be."

"The papers say the national team is elsewhere."

"Politicians from various countries also set up tents in this camping area, and so do the national teams. The Irish team's tents are set up in the UK. The newspapers said that to avoid unnecessary trouble. Some fans really don't know where to stop. It's crazy. gone."

Heimdall nodded. Every year in the international Quidditch competition, there are always cases of fans causing trouble. Fortunately, Victor often communicated with the fans and did not patronize the audience for the sake of image. In addition, the VK cheerleading group The management is strict, and Edmund's restraint is in place, and the members will not be easily carried away. Otherwise, once the fans are not appeased, and they are dissatisfied and gather to make trouble, it will cause negative effects in the hearts of ordinary wizards, and the athletes' careers will also be affected. Affected to a certain extent, it turns out that many big names who retired early were destroyed by the fans.

Edmund led Heimdall through the Bulgarian camping area, looking like a local snake, turning left and right, front and back, completely surrounding Heimdall.

"Okay, people have already brought it, and we will not return it." Before Heimdall could react, Edmund jokingly dropped this sentence, waved his hand in a certain direction, and slid into the narrow passageway where people came and went. disappeared.

"Go here." The "buyer" first inspected the goods with his mouth, and Heimdall was bitten several times, and then the "buyer" took Heimdall's hand and turned into another path, The tents here are obviously much more reliable than those just now, and they look very Muggle, that is, normal.

Heimdall looked at the buyer, that is, his boyfriend Victor, and wondered, "You seem to be very leisurely."

"Everyone on the team is relaxing their nerves in their own way." Victor stood beside a man carrying a suitcase and said to Heimdall, "Do you want to eat?"

This man in a jacket and jeans is the most Muggle-like man Heimdall has seen since he arrived at the camp. The man is holding a small suitcase in both hands, with the lid turned up high. Inside the suitcase are various Candies of different colors, at first glance, look the same as the sweets sold by Honeydukes, but if you look closely, you can find that they are counterfeit products, not only smaller in size, but also slightly different in shape and color. different.

What surprised Heimdall was not the counterfeit sweets, but the calm demeanor of this itinerant peddler. When his eyes swept over Victor, he only paused for a moment, not even a gaffe, and he seemed not surprised at all. Immediately, Heimdall found that the area Victor brought him looked peaceful and harmonious. There were no Bulgarian flags flying all over the sky, and no dazzling green clover. It seemed to be the most common and most beautiful place. In a normal camping area, there are no wizards who look skeptical about the matches, and there are no wizards who keep complaining about the uncomfortable Muggle clothes, and there are no wizards who sneakily use magic to light firewood. Everyone looks like a Muggle, using those tools Skillful and deft, there is no doubt, only taking it for granted.

"This area is a remote area of ​​the camping area, and Muggle-born wizards and some half-blood wizards are divided here." Victor told Heimdall.

So it is, no wonder.

Heimdall nodded, how nice it is here, there are no gossips, and no angry fans.

The pod doesn't care about where this place is at all, that's what humans should worry about, it only has eyes on the little urchin pepper.

[...Did you hear that, I want to buy that! ] Doudou slapped Heimdall on the cheek. Although it didn't hurt, it was embarrassing to be slapped by a cat.

Heimdall gritted his teeth, and Victor reached out to grab the little fake pepper boy, but Heimdall covered him, raised his face and smiled at him, "I want this." Holding up a handful of colorful candy feathers Pens, different colors represent different tastes.

Victor withdrew his hand, he would never disagree with Heimdall on such matters.

[Pepper urchin!Pepper Boy! ] The pod cat jumped up and down anxiously, but Heimdall turned a deaf ear to it.

"Colorful candy quills, four silver Sickles for one." The peddler offered enthusiastically.

"So expensive?!" It's actually the same price as Honeydukes?It's too shameful, counterfeit goods should have the self-knowledge of counterfeit goods.

"Sir, I came here before dawn. I brought things from a long distance, and the travel expenses and labor costs should also be included in it?"

"Buy everything you like, and I'll pay for it." The boyfriend was eager to prove his worth.

"Mr. Krum is really considerate and generous." The peddler suddenly smiled.

It seemed that this man knew the name of Victor Krum.

Heimdall didn't insist any longer, and grabbed a handful of multicolored quills...

"Little sister, do you want to buy it too?" His business eyes are sharp, and he immediately noticed a small carrot head popping out from below. Heimdall and Victor only found out that there was one more after he said so. guest.

The guest was about three or four years old, wearing a powder blue long-sleeved one-piece tutu dress, with dark golden hair combed into two horn braids hanging on both sides of the head, staring at the big dark blue eyes, While eating his fingers, he looked longingly at the colored sugar quill in Heimdall's hand.

Heimdall subconsciously grabbed the hand she put in her mouth, and the little carrot head looked at him blankly. Heimdall looked embarrassed, so he bent down and lifted the quill pen to her, and loosened his fingers. , said: "What color do you want?"

Little Carotou's eyes lit up, then he blinked his eyes twice quickly, raised his hand, grabbed, yanked, turned around and ran, the whole process was done in one go.

Heimdall looked at the empty hands for a while, speechless, forgetting to recover the "stolen goods".

Victor turned his gaze away from the direction where the little carrot head was running away, and found that Heimdall looked as if he had been shocked by an electric shock and lost all thoughts.

The peddler's reaction was extraordinary, he grabbed Heimdall's shoulder, his eyes sparkled, "64 silver Sickles, thank you."

Seemingly inspired by some kind of inspiration, the pod cat jumped into the suitcase, quickly picked up a whole pack of fake pepper urchins, and jumped back to Heimdall's shoulder.

The peddler immediately refreshed the offer: "A total of eight Galleons, thank you." (One Galleon is about seventeen silver Sickles)

Heimdall's eyes also became full of energy.