HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 510 Awards

The award presenter walks through the actor's aisle at the back, and the winner goes directly to the stage from the stairs next to the stage. After the 3-minute testimonial time is over, the two get off the stage together from the back aisle and return to their seats.

Heimdall guided the direction of Hernando along with the staff in the venue along with the walking route during the rehearsal, and passed through a slightly tense and chaotic backstage. The staff guided Hernando until the award presenters left the backstage and walked to the podium in the center of the stage.

The hostesses are not allowed to keep up with the stage. They are the behind-the-scenes workers of the party, and they follow the principle of seeing the light and dying.

At this time, Matthias Jacobs accompanied the winner back to the backstage. The winner's face was flushed, his eyes sparkled, and he was obviously still immersed in the great joy of winning the award.The newly-promoted Barnabas Finkley, the highest honor in astronomy, is another young-looking person. He is in his thirties by visual inspection, and his real age is 45. The age of a man in the wizarding world is also something you will never be able to fathom. puzzle.

In the blink of an eye from the stage to the backstage, the winners talked without stopping, and Matt Jakob kept smiling very gracefully.

The field control staff waited for the opportunity to lead the winner to another direction, which was a short-term interview area temporarily set up in the backstage.Newspaper reporters who have been strictly screened by the organizing committee are allowed to have a 5-minute temporary visit here so that they can broadcast the latest news.

Heimdall turned his head and saw Valli Ilves being interviewed standing in front of a brightly colored tapestry with the Barnabas Finkley logo on it. On both sides of the blanket were golden vases in the shape of half-person trophies. The colorful and colorful ribbons in the vase set off the Estonian Minister of Magic in front of the vase even more vigorously. I couldn't help but be speechless. Six awards have been awarded in the middle, and he is still posing there? !

The host has already introduced the advanced deeds and moving stories about the study of magical animals, in other words, she has started to sensationalize again.

"Please get ready." The field control staff asked Hernando to pay attention to his feet, and kindly reminded him not to forget his speech on stage.

Hernando showed a embarrassed expression, "I don't seem to remember that speech."

The staff member's face froze, and he struggled to squeeze out a smile, "You are so humorous."

"I never joke."

The staff twitched their cheeks, turned around quickly, turned around a few times in the chaotic backstage, and disappeared.

Heimdall withdrew his sympathetic gaze, and said in a blink of an eye, "You really don't remember?"

"He definitely didn't memorize it, maybe he didn't even look at it." Mattia Jacobs seemed to know Hernando's behavior pattern very well, and he said it with extra confidence.

"Speech, speech from the heart, why should I memorize the manuscript they give me, and give it to me when they ask me to present the award?" Hernando snorted.

"This person is so out of gregarious, he likes to flaunt himself as different, so he was always bullied by other children when he was a child." Matthias Jacob turned a blind eye to his provocative eyes, and turned to Heimdall to reveal his old truth.

"It's better than you, a powerless nerd!" Hernando retorted.

Matt Jacobs continued to turn a deaf ear, "His foot was not caused by any disease, nor was he sacrificed for his cause, but he suffered extensive trauma from a serious magical attack in a fight with others, and he himself didn't pay attention to it." , almost lost the whole leg.”

Hernando simply closed his mouth, with a vicious expression on his face.

"You two...have a good relationship." Heimdall smiled dryly.

"Who said that!" This time they spoke in unison, firmly.

Heimdall pursed his lips tightly, saying too many mistakes.

Probably afraid of scaring other people's children, the two old people decided to make up for it. They glanced at each other and announced that they would live in peace for the time being.

"We are relatives..." Matthias Jacob pointed to them.

Heimdall let out an "oh".

"Not that kind of relative," Hernando hurriedly clarified, fearing that he might misunderstand something. "My daughter is married to his son, and I have no blood relationship with him."

Master Matthias rolled his eyes.

Hey, the wizard version of Romeo and Juliet, Heimdall looked at the helpless and remorseful facial expressions of the two old people, and thought that the combination of the pair must be very difficult.

"Mr. Hernando!" The leader of the field control team came sweating profusely, rubbing his hands together anxiously. "You really don't remember the lines?" His eyes were red, and he didn't know if it was hot or anxious, maybe both.

"It's okay, I can't ruin your party." Hernando turned his head and gave Heimdall a follow-up wink. The host at the front desk just announced the name of the award presenter Hernando, and the applause and the sudden burst of light poured from behind the curtain.At this moment, the whole world belongs to Francisco Javier Hernando.

"No, he can't play." The leader stopped Heimdall.

Hernando threw his crutch backhand, and was caught by the leader.

"My legs and feet are inconvenient, and I need someone to support me, otherwise I won't be able to walk and the awards will be delayed."

After a second of stalemate that seemed like a century, when he noticed that the leadership's aura was beginning to loosen, Heimdall stepped forward and helped Hernando through the curtain to take the stage. Director Strulusson was finally turned into a crutch.

A few steps away from the front of the screen to the podium, Hernando asked Heimdall, "Are you nervous?"

"Don't be nervous." Heimdall tried his best to look down, trying to make himself inconspicuous.

Ms. Kosol, the host who was about to leave the stage for a while, was probably a little surprised, because her eyes were wide open at a certain moment.

"Don't lie," said Hernando.

"I haven't. To tell you the truth, I have seen the world."

"Okay, Mr. Strulus who has seen the world, have you seen my speech?"

"I've seen it." He pretended to be an award presenter and read it a few times. During the rehearsal, he was both a green leaf and a red flower, because the organizing committee needed to count the speaking time to estimate the time-consuming of the whole party.

"Wait later to cooperate with my speech to supplement the content, allowing you to play freely within the scope you can grasp."

"...I want to talk too?"

"Mr. Sturluson, who has seen the world, is dumb when he speaks in public?"

"...To tell you the truth, I'm starting to get nervous."

Harry in the audience opened his eyes wide, "Is that Rigg?"

Professor Dumbledore chuckled, not as surprised as Harry.

"He didn't even tell me..." Although their correspondence was infrequent, each time they would write several pages, which were heavy in their hands, like the friendship between them, the weight of a life-and-death friendship.Harry felt a little lonely.

In fact, the main reason for not telling him was that Director Strulusson thought it was not worth publicizing, and it was just a crutch for others.

At the same time, two people in the auditorium sat up straight almost at the same time. One was Dad Rommel, who was concentrating on the surface, but his mind wandered too far; the other was Mr. Krum, who was sleeping with his eyes open in another seat.

However, neither of them expressed anything special, except that the corners of their mouths were slightly raised, which meant they paid more attention than before.

[My son just has the ability, no one else in the same group can go on stage, so he can do it. ] Rommel insisted on using his consistent view that "one's own son is a treasure, while other children's children are grass" to measure and find the answer.

[The clothes are too ugly!Look, Rieger's face is grayed out. 】In fact, the lighting on the stage made everyone's pale faces almost blurred, and the master was still worried about Mr. Sturlusson's inability to wear the wizard robes he carefully selected for him, but had to wear uniforms issued uniformly.

It is worth mentioning that Lacarlini Jr. also sat off the stage. The problem is that his father is next door. He is afraid that being too obvious will arouse his father's suspicion, and the ensuing negative emotions and other things are more terrible. The most important thing is that Raccarini Jr. didn't dare to disobey his father, so he had to pretend to be disapproving, making his demeanor look as indifferent to everything on stage as possible.

At this time, the two people on the stage had already walked to the back of the podium.

"You really want me to speak with you?" Heimdall was still a little worried.

"Just stop talking nonsense."

After hearing this, Chief Strulusson stopped being his low-headed daughter-in-law. He straightened his chest, faced everyone in the audience openly, and accepted the attention of everyone with Hernando.

Some wizards in the auditorium stood up and applauded to pay tribute to the old man, and sat back amidst Hernando's non-stop thanks.The applause became sparse, and calm gradually returned to the venue.After this interruption, the drowsy person suddenly became much more energetic.This is the case with award presentations. Sleepiness is always interrupted when going on and off the stage. Almost no one can sleep peacefully from beginning to end.

"It is an honor to present Barnabas Finkley with the award for Best New Researcher in the field of magical creatures," said Hernando. "This is the fourth time I have presented this award. Last year, Barnabas Finkley was not so grand, in a simple room, and there were not so many eyes watching, so many cameras flashing, that There was only one camera, one reporter."

The audience below suddenly realized that this person's speech took an unusual path. He neither recited bits mechanically, nor recited line by line with notes like the previous ones. After so many boring speeches, he finally came. It's a bit exciting, and the audience's enthusiasm for attention has increased a bit.

"I said earlier that I'm honored, but I'm not happy at all. I want to ask the organizing committee," Hernando looked at the people in the audience solemnly. "When are they going to give me this award? I've been waiting for so many years! Look, the gray hair is coming out."

There was a slight laugh from the audience.

"That's the Newcomer Award, so don't join in the fun." Heimdall's voice sounded, as if his throat was hoarse on purpose, but the entire audience could hear it.

"You mean I'm old?" Hernando was very unhappy.

"Not that old," Heimdall muttered. "Haven't you won the Outstanding Achievement Award yet?"

The audience laughed louder, and some wizards whistled a few times because of Heimdall's sharpness.

As we all know, the Outstanding Achievement Award in the wizarding world is similar to the Lifetime Achievement Award in the film industry. In other words, it is a consolation prize for the elderly. In practice, eight or nine times out of ten, before both feet are in the coffin, you can get a respect for the elderly-the Outstanding Achievement Award.

"I'm sorry!" Heimdall on the stage suddenly panicked. "I really didn't mean to not follow the lines. I hope the organizing committee will stop deducting my ice cream cones. The previous rehearsals have already been deducted into negative numbers. Do I have to deliver ice cream cones to other people's homes this Christmas? Where? Can you sell the egg rolls that God loves?"

The audience burst into laughter.

Mr. Shemeta, one of the principals of Barnabas Finkley, was asked in an interview with reporters that the organizing committee had spent more than half a year preparing for the party and had more than ten rehearsals. Give the participants some benefits, after all, wizards put aside their own affairs to respond to the call of the organizing committee.

Of course, Mr. Shemeta would not say yes or no, saying that he would send each participant a box of ice cream cones topped with sherbet, which was handmade by his mother, a sweet that was only available at Christmas in their family. It can only be eaten, and it is described as a delicacy that God will be full of praise.

"I saw your person in charge glaring at you. If you don't shut up, I believe you will spend Christmas at his house this year." Hernando's wonderful cooperation at the end successfully aroused a new wave of laughter.

This is also Hernando's counterattack to Heimdall's description of the Chimera on the seat just now. Heimdall grinned at him, his teeth gleaming under the dual effects of lights and flashes, Hernando took back the initiative without haste.

Mr. Hernando is lying, Heimdall is very sure. When he briefly reviewed the outstanding achievements of the nominees of this category, Mr. Hernando said more fluently than he, who has read it no less than ten times, All he had to do was to wait for Mr. Hernando's speech to come to an end, and to add his name after that. It was as simple as that.

The final answer was revealed, and the applause came as expected.

The best newcomer in the field of magical animal research this year walked quickly onto the stage amid the blessings of everyone. After wearing the medal, he hugged Hernando. Hernando then presented him with the trophy. He insisted on fighting with Heimdall Give him a hug too—Mr. Strulusson was flattered, and after hugging him, he found that the young man in his thirties was trembling with excitement—after that, he took the trophy from Hernando, and the award presenters stepped back. Go, retreat into the shadow of the backlight, and leave the stage to the young victor.

In the shadow of the unobtrusive curtain, Heimdall was a little uneasy, "Is that too ostentatious of what I did just now?" After all, he had never experienced such a scene, and the "experienced world" Director Strulusson lacked confidence.

"Believe me, the organizing committee will appreciate you. We are trying to save a dull and boring party, trying to save the news that may appear tomorrow. God knows what those reporters will write... Then don't worry about ice cream cones, thank you Mehta will generously let you eat egg rolls for the rest of your life and never want to see them again." Speaking of this, Hernando chuckled, less impersonal, and looked like an old urchin. "It's interesting not to play cards according to common sense. Those wizards like to talk to themselves and make arrangements for others. I have hands and feet, a healthy body, and a good brain. Why do I have to listen to them?"

"Only in your position can you be qualified to do whatever you want, not ordinary people." Heimdall didn't quite agree. "If the overall situation requires me to follow the steps, I will never be unconventional and sail against the current."

"Why are you so worthless!" Hernando, like all the stubborn old people in the world, his first reaction was to deny it.

It seems that Bonasera also scolded him for being worthless a few days ago. He didn't care about Bonasera, because he knew that to care about Bonasera was to make trouble for himself, and it was even more difficult for him to find fault with the one in front of him. .

"I just want to make life easier." Heimdall shrugged.

He thought that Hernando would argue with him, explain the facts to him, or be more violent, pointing at his nose and furious, but he didn't get anything, and Hernando just had a look on his face. Thoughts.

I don't know what the old man thought of the past that made people hesitate to talk, but in the end he just sighed quietly, "If I could think like this when I was your age, maybe I could live more easily in this life."

"That is," Heimdall nodded shamelessly. "I don't like to fight with others. I believe that when I reach your age, my legs and feet will still be very flexible."

Hernando suddenly pulled out from the gloomy past, and his eyes were armed again, sharp and sharp.

It’s still good to have such an expression, we look friendly, and you look energetic, Heimdall, the instigator, secretly laughed in his heart.

The winner in front finished his stumbling but sincere acceptance speech, raised the trophy in his hand amid the applause of the audience, and shed tears when he turned around.Among Barnabas Finkley's magical beast research awards, only the Newcomer Award has always attracted much attention. Winning this award means that you will skyrocket [-] miles in this field and make a lot of difference.

"This way, please." Heimdall grabbed the excited winners who couldn't tell the difference between southeast and north, and helped Mr. Hernando backstage together.