HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 46

"I'm sorry, please let me... I'm sorry... Excuse me... I'm sorry, please let me..."

Heimdall walked forward with difficulty in the sea of ​​people, and when he finally squeezed into the meeting place, the competition staff just called his number: "Has the Blue Cup Nine come yet?"

"coming!"

"exist!"

The two voices came from two directions at the same time. Not only the recorder was stunned, but Heimdall was also stunned. The first reaction in his mind was that there were fake cards.He quickly took out his number plate and checked it over and over again, only to find that he couldn't identify the authenticity.

Just as he was about to squeeze to the front to report the problem, the person who spoke with him just now suddenly apologized to where he was standing: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake, I'm not Blue Cup Nine, I'm Purple Cup Nine."

The recorder breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his face again, and said in a serious voice, "Is the player from Blue Cup Nine here?"

"Here!" Heimdall hurriedly shouted with a high voice.

What followed was a series of mechanical questions and answers. When all the numbers were called in turn, the staff in robes with sugar mouse characters led them into the competition area.

Passing through the arched door frame built by thousands of colorful toy windmills, they were greeted by a large two-story blackboard. Colorful chalk drawings with messy lines formed a relatively complete map of the competition area. Each venue of the individual competition is clearly marked, and the categories are clear at a glance.Although each building shown on the map looks a little distorted, a little unbalanced, not rigorous enough, and the authenticity needs to be improved, but it is still a lovely work for the occasion, full of innocent and childlike fun.

The staff faced the blackboard and said "Broomstick Speed ​​Race".A row of broken brooms appeared in front of the contestants. There were a total of ten brooms, each of which was in tatters, and there were even a few bare poles with no tails.

"These are the player's portkeys that lead directly to the playing field, so go when you're ready."

There was no noisy scene of you pushing and shoving. The children all lined up consciously, and a unit of ten went to the venue in an orderly manner. It seemed that everyone wanted to make a good impression in front of the staff of Sugar Mouse.

Through the delivery of the Portkey, Heimdall entered the Quidditch field together with the other nine people in the same group.

This is a venue dedicated to the Quidditch competition that can accommodate [-] spectators. It is much wider than the Quidditch school venue in Durmstrang, and the surrounding walls are also tall and thick.The layout of the field is different from that of ordinary competition venues. Although there are three golden poles with rings on each side, there is obviously no intention to use them. These goals are isolated by fences of various colors. It can be seen from this that, Today's game needs to use only the huge space in the center of the field.

The colorful belts are like invisible walls, which isolate twelve "runways" with a width of about three meters, on which twelve contestants can run side by side.

The referees wearing eye-catching red robes had already taken their positions. Twenty of them rode brooms to monitor in the air, twenty of them were on the ground, and there were also ten mobile personnel who accompanied the game to deal with emergencies during the game.

Competitors participating in the broomstick speed competition are like small rivers flowing into the sea, suddenly facing such a huge field, they are a little overwhelmed and dazed.The 220 referees flying in the sky turned into blurry villains to the naked eye, and the [-] four contestants became small and thin against such a grand background.Before that, no one knew what to compare to, but they knew that they had to fly on a broom. As for how to fly, they had no idea where to fly.Now it seems that this "flying" is also very particular.

When Heimdall saw the "tracks" blocked by the ribbons, he felt so relieved. It seemed to be a "track and field" competition. He looked up and looked around the field. "Run fast".

Heimdall's blue team was placed in the second round, with the yellow team ahead of the blue team, followed by the green and orange teams.The members of the yellow group were led to the starting point, and there was a staff member standing in front of each runway at the starting point. When the players stood on their respective track, these staff members would hand over the broomsticks designated for this competition.Players are not allowed to bring their own brooms into the arena, let alone use their own brooms to participate in the competition. Violators will be severely punished by the competition organizing committee once found.

Before the official start of the race, the staff on the runway will check the attire of each contestant. Magic items such as wands and potions are not allowed to be brought into the race. If found, the staff will ask you to store them, and the staff will temporarily Keep it on your behalf and return it until the end of the game.There are special preventive measures in the Quidditch field, that is, if you have used some targeted magic on yourself before entering the field, the field will detect your abnormality and throw you back directly without giving the slightest accommodate.

Cheating is not allowed, and minors in the wizarding world are no exception.

The first group of first-round contestants all rode brooms and flew into the air. There is a height scale at the starting point. When starting, each contestant must maintain a certain height and form a straight line. If it is tall or short, it will be considered a violation (ignore after departure Not counting), it is more stringent than the restriction on rushing in track and field competitions.

There were three referees in charge of the start, two in the sky and one on the ground. After they all blew their whistles, a loud and slightly hoarse baritone voice sounded in the arena: [Attention the first round players of the yellow group, listen to my orders— —] The twelve contestants in the first round of the yellow group all half-bent down, holding the front of the broom tightly, and staring straight ahead.

【ready, go--】

With a swipe of the ground, the twelve contestants rushed out of the starting point and headed straight for the finish line.

Heimdall visually observed that the distance from the starting point to the finishing point is about 200 meters. According to the characteristic that the speed of 100 meters per second will be reduced after the limit acceleration of 0.02 meters, which is common in competitive flying broomsticks, the real match point is in the second half. , Everyone has the same hardware conditions for the first 100 meters, and the last 100 meters is the focus of the competition.

Sure enough, although the distance of 200 meters is fleeting on a broomstick, the strength of the racers is self-evident. The first-rounders of the yellow group all crossed the finish line, and some gaps were obvious.Not all the children who come to participate in the Sugar Mouse Contest come for the championship. Most of them regard it as a "winter camp" to learn and have fun.

Join it, feel it, and focus on participation.This is what Sugar Rat Contest has preached for years.

The 200-meter "speed run" passed round by round, and the yellow group quickly ended the race.Then it was the turn of Heimdall's blue team, and he was placed on the No.11 runway in the second round.

Unexpectedly, he actually became the "drag" of the whole group.

In the second round where Heimdall was in, no one dressed like him. It should be said that none of the players who participated in this event looked like him. Play as usual, only him, only him Heimdall Sturlusson is tightly wrapped and airtight. Of course, the conscientious staff at the starting point will not let him go alone.Hats, goggles, knee pads, elbow pads, and shoulder pads were all taken off and checked one by one. After these tasks were completed, other players in the same group had already waited for a long time with arms crossed.

Heimdall was so embarrassed that he thought about not wearing them at all and just playing like this, but when he thought of the tearful eyes of a certain house elf, he honestly put all these burdens back on his body.This took some time.

[Attention the second-round players of the blue group, listen to my orders——]

Heimdalton breathed a sigh of relief, and it was finally time to compete.

I didn't feel it when I was standing below watching the game, but I felt like I was there when I was on the field.Breathing began to become rapid, the walls of the blood vessels seemed to become thinner and brittle at that moment, the beating sound of the heart roared like thunder in the ears, but the surroundings seemed to be sleeping quietly and deadly, the end point suddenly became very clear in the field of vision, Too clear to see anything else.

Heimdall suddenly panicked, what to do, it seemed that he could not hear the departure order.

【start----】

With a buzz, he rushed out.

By the time he wakes up, his game is over.Heimdall was a little silly, and he flew down on the broom slowly and passively.Which one am I to cross the finish line?he thought blankly.

"Beep——" After the loud whistle, a referee on the ground warned him loudly in the air, "Blue Cup Nine, please fly out of the field quickly, your actions have caused the delay of the next round of competition! "

Heimdall hurriedly sped up and flew to the edge of the field. A gray-haired male wizard was standing at the return point, wearing a red robe. Unlike other referees who either had a sullen face or sharp eyes and a serious face, he looked very gentle. The corners of the mouth are lightly raised, and the eyes are kind.

When returning the broom, the referee chatted while making the return notes: "How does it feel?"

"do not know."

The referee looked up from the record, looking a little surprised: "Why don't you know?"

Heimdall said in embarrassment: "I don't even know how I got to the end..."

"First time participating in a broomstick racing competition?"

"Let's not talk about the speed competition, it's the first time I participated in the competition."

The referee smiled: "Then your performance is already very good." As he spoke, he lowered his head and finished writing the last letter.

Heimdall rubbed his nose, unable to figure out what he meant, and was about to turn around and walk away when the referee suddenly asked casually, "How about the broom?"

"Very good. The vibration control device is very good. The anti-bounce ability is stronger than that of ordinary racing brooms. There is no obvious lag. After extreme acceleration..." The chatter stopped abruptly, and Heimdall looked back at him dumbfounded.

The referee, however, stayed out of the matter and looked at the record book in his hand, as if he didn't hear a single unnecessary word.