HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 351 Lounge

The timing of their arrival was delicate, and there was Rodo Bagman, Director of Sports at the British Ministry of Magic, who was betting on the outcome of tonight's game with the Weasley children, and of course, as a determined England team Fans, Director Bagman put money on the Irish team, at least Ireland and England belong to the same country.

Ron was in a dilemma. He wanted to press on both sides. This idea was very unrealistic. On the one hand, he didn't have that much pocket money, and on the other hand, he didn't dare to reveal that he was a fan of Victor Krum in front of Bagman. A real situation.

The arrival of Victor and Heimdall easily broke the calmness that Ron had tried to maintain for a long time. Even if he didn't have eyes, he could understand something when he heard his cry.

For a moment, the expression on Chief Bagman's face was far from happy.

Ron very vigilantly pulled the two of them into the tent to prevent the possibility of being discovered by more British wizards. The few onlookers greeted by his gawkish roar gradually dispersed, seeing that there was nothing to watch.

"Where have you been?" Surprisingly, Sirius Black spoke even earlier than Ron.

"Bulgarian camp." Heimdall threw out the answer he gave before leaving. The confession must be consistent.

"Why have you been here for so long?" Sirius was not satisfied with this statement.

"Dined there."

Sirius frowned, and said something else, but was stopped by Mr. Weasley, "Okay, okay, you're back already."

When Heimdall left the VK cheerleading group with Edmund, he expected that his departure would take longer than expected, so he asked Edmund to help deliver a message here. Could it be that Edmund forgot about it?

The fact is that Edmund didn't forget, and he ran over to hand over the message himself, and brought Ron idol peripheral products. Edmund sent the letter to Mr. Weasley, because Heimdall was talking about Weasley The tent outside the tent also said "Weasley" on the sign outside the tent.In the hearts of Durmstrand students, as long as the topic involves Heimdall Sturlusson's father, there will be no second option in their minds except for Rommel Sturlusson. As for Sirius Black, Edmund didn't think of this man at all, let alone say hello to the legendary biological father.

Edmund's English is very bad. It has improved slightly in the past two years, but it is still very bad. Fortunately, Hermione helped translate, and the Weasley family understood what he was here for. The person in charge of the VK cheerleading group is very busy. , Edmund turned and left when he saw that the task was completed.

Sirius Black, the legendary biological father who was completely ignored, felt a subtle sense of gap. He didn't notice it when he was hiding in the ancient town of Kapok, but he didn't notice it when he returned to England. , he finally noticed it. When "not aware" and "not in time to notice" were combined, Sirius suddenly discovered that Heimdall Strulusson's circle had actually been far away from England.

No biological father's acknowledgment, no Blake surname, no Hogwarts students, not even British, not that Heimdall didn't want it, but he didn't need it at all.

He had a father—Rommel Sturluson; he had a surname—Sturluson; he went to Durmstrang; most of his friends were not English; and he himself, no doubt Yes, Icelandic wizards.

What all this meant was that the boy's life was going to be pretty good without him, Sirius Black.

Sirius breathed a sigh of relief, he wanted to relax himself, but at the same time he felt a little disappointed.

The reason why he is relaxed is that Heimdall is not like Harry, he has the conditions to stay away from the imminent danger, he believes that the Sturluson family can protect him, but Harry's situation is completely different, Harry needs him, Harry's hemp Relatives had worse attitudes than strangers, and Harry had no one else to rely on except himself, and Sirius was well aware of this.

As for the reason for his loss... I don't want to mention it, Sirius didn't want to dwell on it endlessly. Even so, he still couldn't control the irritability caused by the loss, and he lost his temper at Heimdall when things went wrong. It's very wrong and stupid, he knows, he wants to be pleasing to the eye, and wants to improve the relationship between them as much as possible, but the result always backfires.

In this regard, Sirius found that there was nothing he could do.

Rodo Bagman greeted and shook hands with Victor politely. Ron bravely withstood the pressure from the director, took an opal silver necklace with engraved signature on the back from Victor, and looked at it fondly.

Don't mention how itchy Ginny and the twins were when they met. Unfortunately, they had made it clear that they would support Ireland just now, and lost the opportunity to change their minds.

Bill, Charlie, Harry and Hermione are relatively calm, especially Charlie and Hermione, Charlie is a loyal British faction, and Hermione has no favor for Quidditch.

Director Bagman watched Ron happily hang the necklace around his neck, and sighed wistfully. He thought that Ron had defected before the battle, but in fact Mr. Ronald Weasley was playing seamless.

Heimdall took this opportunity to explain his purpose to Mr. Weasley.

Before Mr. Weasley could speak, Rodo Bagman said angrily, "How can you support Bulgaria?"

Heimdall was at a loss, "Why can't I support Bulgaria?"

Bagman was stunned for a moment, patted his forehead, and realized, "By the way, you are not British."

Heimdall laughed.

It was not the first time he had met this director. It turned out that they had met Snow when he was still working at the British Ministry of Magic. At that time, Snow was running around for the British Quidditch cause. Neil's life style is very out of character. Snow is worried about staying in England, so he often takes him with him on business trips. Bagman has always turned a blind eye to this.

Although Rommel didn't think highly of Bagman, it didn't prevent his younger brother from making good friends with Bagman. The two belonged to subordinates and were destined not to be close friends, but they were much more cordial than ordinary acquaintances who nodded.

"How is your uncle doing in the Icelandic Ministry of Magic?" Bagman was an acquaintance, and a few words could bring him closer.

"He said he wasn't happy at the Ministry of Magic."

Bagman smiled comfortably.

Heimdall thought to himself that he was not lying, that Snow really didn't enjoy his job very much, because he didn't do his old job, but joined the traffic command department.

Afterwards, Heimdall bid farewell to everyone, everyone smiled and saw off, and Ron looked envious and jealous.

"After the game..." Sirius couldn't help but speak.

"I'll send him back to the shabby house." Victor, who had never talked to him, answered decisively. "Send it back safely."

Sirius' expression became a little unnatural, but he didn't say anything.

Victor took Heimdall to apparate again, in front of a certain director of the Ministry of Magic...

***

They didn't go to any camps anymore, Victor took him directly to the Quidditch field.

I heard that the British Ministry of Magic used a construction team of 500 people to build this arena, and it took a whole year.During the construction period, we must prevent the sudden appearance of Muggles and ensure that the construction is completed within the period, so we had to play hide-and-seek with the Muggles desperately, shoot a shot to change places, and the defensive magic changes. The toss was exhausted and miserable.

Looking at this majestic building hidden among the green leaves, Heimdall felt that all the hard work was worth it, because it was magnificent and had great visual impact. Compared with it, the tents in the camping area were like matchboxes.

There is still some time before the game, and the stadium is quietly lying in the embrace of green trees, enjoying the last tranquility before the hustle and bustle.

"The British side said that this arena can accommodate 10 people." Victor and Heimdall stood side by side, looking up at it together. Although they had gotten used to the arena earlier, with Heimdall's company, everything was fine. A new kind of fun was radiated.

The two entered the arena from the internal personnel entrance. The supervisor at the door saw that Heimdall hesitated, and Victor's attitude was very firm. The wizard waved his hand and let them in.

Walking through a long corridor covered with posters of the current Quidditch World Cup, at the end of the corridor is the lounge of the Bulgarian national team.

As soon as the door was opened, a high-pitched aria came, accompanied by a strange moan. Heimdall didn't even look at it, and slammed the door shut with a bang.

"Are you sure you didn't go wrong?" Heimdall expressed strong doubts about his boyfriend's sense of direction.

"There is a sign on the door." Victor was extremely calm.

Indeed, nailed to the wooden door is a bilingual plaque engraved with the words "Bulgarian National Team".

Just as he was talking, the door opened, and the person inside the door relaxed his tense face when he saw Victor, and his shoulders drooped, "It's you, why are you so surprised?" Then he glanced and saw Heimdall, who was next to Victor, was startled, and turned around and shouted, "Put your things away!"

Someone inside shouted, "Who's here?" There was a hint of tension in the voice.

"It's Victor."

"Victor, why are you so nervous!"

"That guy Victor is here too!"

The people inside fell silent, probably busy collecting things.

Heimdall did not understand Bulgarian and had no idea what they were talking about.

Victor shook his head helplessly, stepped forward to open the door, and pulled Heimdall into it.

Inside the door is a rather luxuriously decorated reception room. All kinds of furniture are complete, all kinds of items are in place, tobacco, wine, tea, food and drink are all available. At this moment, apart from the person next to the door, there are two people who are sitting awkwardly. On the sofa, on the coffee table in front of the sofa is a stack of magazine-like things, white thighs and plump breasts dangling on the unclosed pages, if there is any moaning sound coming from these In the eclectic scene, just as Heimdall glanced at it, a team member sitting on the sofa jumped up as if his butt was on fire, and hurriedly cleaned up the things on the coffee table.

Heimdall cleared his throat, turned his eyes away, and met Victor's eyes.

Heimdall said: "I don't know the situation in Bulgaria. In the UK, those magazines must be banned. Reading magazines banned by the British Ministry of Magic in a house built by the British Ministry of Magic, the people on your team are really good."

Heimdall spoke German, and because he deliberately lowered his voice, the three of them thought they were whispering.

Victor didn't take it seriously, or he was used to it, as he said before, the team members used their own methods to relax their nerves, and pornographic magazines... could be considered one of the methods.

Heimdall was silent for a moment, "You brought me here because you want me to appreciate body art together?"

"Do you want to see it?" Victor raised his eyebrows, pretending to be deeply meditating, "Okay, with my current worth, if you show it to you for free, you will definitely earn it."

Heimdall despises: "It's not like I haven't seen it!"

Victor said calmly, "Don't want to watch it a few more times?"

Heimdall pointed out solemnly: "Mr. Krum, please respect yourself."

Victor laughed, put his arms around his shoulders, and whispered in his ear, "Really don't want to?"

Seduction?Heimdall struggled for a long time, and finally justice defeated evil, hesitatingly asked, "Are you nervous?"

Victor nodded, "Yeah, I'm very nervous." He answered very quickly, as if others might not know.

"Okay, I approve you to cultivate art with them!" Heimdall waved his hand with a look of tolerance.

"I don't want to read magazines, I want to appreciate Rig's art." Victor finally showed his wolf tail.

"Really?" Heimdall seemed to be thinking about it.

"Really." Victor said firmly.

"Not good," Heimdall said.

Victor said: "I feel very good. It must be very inspiring to me. I have a lot of energy in the game tonight."

"I don't know if it's inspired or not," Heimdall shook his head, "I'm afraid your legs are so weak that you can't even sit on a broom at night."

Victor stared at him for a while without saying a word, Heimdall touched his chin, and said with a smile: "For the sake of victory, you should rest for a while, Ace."

"You're still ruthless!" Victor gritted his teeth, hugged him and began to gnaw.

Even the self-introduction was skipped, and the three national team members who had been left alone were extremely envious and jealous.

Although other people are also very shameless, leaving them as family members who have no hesitation to send them in pairs, but Victor is definitely the most shameless among them. Curse!

Bullying us fantasy magazine pie, huh? !The three bachelors burst into tears.