HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 697 Reporters, Fans, Wedding

The old man with a brown-red wizard camera with the words "Mercury News" hanging around his neck was walking like flying in the aisle of the Basteto Vulcan team training base.

Today, the walls on both sides of the base aisle are no longer the game schedule or the posters of the players, but every place that can be seen is occupied by large photos of two-person activities.There is no name or description, and there are only two wizards talking close to each other in the whole picture. They are naturally intimate, relaxed and comfortable, and seem to be sharing pleasant things.

All the wizards who were notified to go here knew who they were. What was surprising was that the wizarding media all over the world didn't know about it through the well-connected news network, but the agents of the two protagonists took the initiative to inform them.

One of the purposes of holding today’s special ceremony is to satisfy the part of the media workers who are determined not to give up. Instead of being chased by strangers with cameras on the wedding day, disturbing the guests and destroying the atmosphere, it is better to take the initiative to attack——K Mr. Lumm and Mr. Stulusson will hold a press conference at [-]:[-] am to accept media interviews.Every newspaper office that received the invitation was like a chicken blooded, all armed and energetic, carrying long guns and short cannons, carrying large rolls of parchment and automatic shorthand quills, and swarmed in as soon as the training base opened in the early morning. Do your best to snatch powerful terrain.

The media who did not receive the invitation were not idle either. They lay in ambush outside the base before dawn, trying to slip through the regular army, but were stopped by the sharp-eyed and meticulous security guards.

The "Mercury News" that Carlo Jones works for is one of the newspapers officially invited.It's not that they don't want to expand the layout, in fact, they also want to be aggressive and become a comprehensive news newspaper, but other wizarding media in France obviously don't see it that way.

The editor-in-chief of the "Mercury News" was overjoyed and confused by this invitation. They had never met the Quidditch star until they realized that the person who handed the invitation was Carlo.

Mr. Jones was honorably appointed as one of the interview members, and for the first time in his life, he followed his predecessors to run the news in a down-to-earth manner.

"Hurry up, Carlo!" The old man with the camera was very dissatisfied with the little fat man who fell far behind him. "Look at your fat body. If you want to go down in journalism, you must lose your body fat first."

"You are biased," Carlo, who was out of breath and young and energetic, immediately raised his voice to retort. "The quality of reporting has nothing to do with body weight."

The old man stomped his feet, "If you're late, you won't be able to get a good seat!"

"Mercury News" attaches great importance to this news interview, and all the staff are gearing up, trying to expand sales through the official launch of the sports section of today's report, so as to have the opportunity to compete with the first-class French wizard newspaper.

Carlo didn't say a word, still running at the current frequency.

The impatient old man turned around and ran away.

Carlo didn't have time to stop him.

When Mr. Jones was sweating profusely and rushed to the spacious exhibition hall built by the Vulcan team for the press conference, the impatient senior and other journalists quarreled over a square inch of space.Surrounded by a lot of peers who took a break from their busy schedules to watch the excitement.

Carlo hurriedly rushed forward to persuade the fight, trying to drag the old man out of the tight encirclement.

The old man didn't appreciate it at all, "I clearly had the upper hand just now, that place is my favorite, he has to..." Seeing that the other party put up the broken tripod in a blink of an eye, the old man suddenly became angry. "It's all you!" He shook his hands. "I don't care! It won't be our turn to ask questions later, and you can explain to the editor-in-chief yourself if you can't come up with good materials when you go back!" It seemed that he really planned to be a shopkeeper.

Carlo didn't care about the old man's threats at all. After looking around, he found the security guard who was watching coldly, and went up to whisper to him.The old man was very puzzled, and leaned over to stretch his ears, only to hear Carlo thanking him.

After a while, the magic swamp around the first row of seats near the release platform was cleared, two of the chairs were released, and the remaining vacant seats were still surrounded by the swamp, making it impossible to get close.These seats are fixed seats arranged by the organizer of the press conference at the beginning—similar to VIP seats, which are only provided to journalists specially designated by the organizer—other media workers are aware of this unwritten rule, and envy and hate I can only complain that my unit does not have such a good relationship with the organizer.

In other words, they actually enjoy special treatment.

How could the old man not understand the facts before his eyes, he couldn't help being stunned, and then sat down in the first row under the leadership of Carlo, accepting the envious eyes focused from all directions.

The old man looked at Carlo, probably holding back a thousand words, but he didn't know how to speak.

Carlo wiped off his sweat, "You can just sit back and relax. We will have a named interview opportunity later, so we don't have to compete with those vicious colleagues."

The organizer did not break his promise. When the pointer moved to 10, the protagonists of today's press conference, Victor Krum and Heimdal Strulusson, walked into the venue one after the other under the expectant eyes of everyone.Both of them behaved as usual, neither putting on airs nor showing deliberate joy, and their clothes were very ordinary.They sat down surrounded by flashing lights all over the venue.

Ms. Brandt, the owner of the Vulcan team, is the host of this meeting. She is more festive than the two protagonists.

"It's a great pleasure to meet you here. Today is the day when Mr. Victor Krum announced that he will enter the wedding hall with Mr. Heimdal Sturluson, who has been in love for many years. We invite you to come to give The two of you shall bear witness."

As soon as these words came out, another turbulent light was set off in the audience.

Miss Brandt waited until the flash light dimmed, and then said, "I don't like talking nonsense, so let's go directly to the questioning session."

I believe that no one wants to hear this sentence more than the journalists who are waiting for the battle.

"The first is the stage of interview by name." Miss Brandt glanced at the audience. "The Quibbler, UK."

A young blonde girl stood up in the first row of seats.

"A naysayer." First, he reported himself. "May I ask what prompted the two of you to decide to get married?"

"Let me answer that question," Victor said. "From the day I decided to fall in love with Mr. Sturluson."

The audience was silent, and everyone had different expressions.

Someone in the first row of seats let out a small hiss, and the voice was particularly crisp and loud in the quiet space.

"It's not perfunctory, that's what I think." Victor said no more.

"Thank you for your answer, I have no other questions." The blonde girl turned to Heimdall. "congratulations."

Heimdall leaned forward slightly, "Thank you, Miss Lovegood."

Goldilocks sat down.

"Le Mercury," said Miss Brandt.

Carlo waited for a while without seeing the old man move, turned his head and found that he was staring at him, and stood up nervously.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Carlo settled down.

"The Mercury," Carlo said. "Who will be the head of the family after you two get married?"

A snicker sounded behind him, and Carlo curled his lips.

"Half and half." This question was answered by Heimdall. "If you need anything, we can discuss it. I have never been married. I can't describe how to do it for you. Please forgive me."

"I have another question," Carlo said. "Who were you chasing whom? Love at first sight or love at first sight?"

To be honest, this problem has troubled Mr. Jones so far. He thought it was Krum who was chasing Rigg—it seemed so at the time, but Rigg later revealed that he was interested in Krum first, and then followed suit. ...

"You will know on the day you get married." Heimdall said deliberately.

The reporters who buried themselves in the record expressed their dissatisfaction in their hearts. They all hid it after the press conference. They were not the little fat man from the Mercury newspaper, they were not members of the group of relatives and friends, and they were not allowed to enter the venue on the wedding day—those who did not get the invitation card The time and place of the wedding is unknown.

Carlo smiled and said before sitting down: "Then I won't say congratulations today. I have no other questions, thank you."

Miss Brandt came out to control the field again, "The Dutch Torch."

"Torch." A reporter stood up, "I want to ask whether the news published in the "Paris Trail" is true."

There was a murmur all around.

"What did the "Paris Trail" publish?" Victor asked puzzled.

The reporter of "Le Petit de Paris" sat on pins and needles, quietly staring at the reporter of "Torch" in front of him, annoyed that he would not open the pot and carry the pot.

"I accuse you of having a new relationship." The reporter of "Torch News" actually carried the newspaper with him, took it out on the spot, and showed the plausible photo in front of everyone. "From the photo, it seems to be a boy with glasses wearing a hat. You and this boy behave intimately, and it seems that you have a very close relationship.

"Have I ever done that?" Victor asked in a daze.

The reporter of "Torch News" was taken aback, "Isn't the person in the photo you?"

"The person in the photo is me, but I don't remember knowing such a person and being so close to him." Victor put on a puzzled look.

Heimdall didn't move, didn't even bat an eyelid.

Carlo in the audience was amazed. Krum's ability to open his eyes and tell lies has always been superb, and Rigg's ability to pretend to be deaf and dumb is also beyond the reach of horses.

One pretended to be stupid, the other acted in a daze. The "cheating affair" incident that had troubled gossip reporters for a long time was ignored on the day when the marriage news was announced.As for Klum's 7 or 8 illegitimate children, and 9 or 10 underground lovers, they were also arrested at the same time.

What everyone didn't expect was that the end of the press meeting unexpectedly came to a climax.

After the last questioning reporter sat down, Miss Brandt waved her bare hand, and a huge two-person poster rolled out behind the rostrum in an instant, causing an uproar in the audience.

This poster is not the one displayed in the corridor, but a photo of men standing and women sitting.The man in the event photo magnified several times is undoubtedly Krum himself. As for the beauty who walked awkwardly dragging the long skirt and sat down carefully...

This poster is different from the previous broom posters, the heroine's face is clearly visible against the flashing spotlight.

Everyone's eyes instantly focused on Heimdall's expressionless face.

"I have something to say." Heimdall stood up. "I would like to warn all the ladies and gentlemen who are obsessed with my fiancé all day long, thank you for proving time and time again how excellent I am in picking men, so I will not accuse you of all kinds of fantasies about Mr. Kroom, but I request You must keep those fantasies in your head, don't take them as an honor to say or try to practice. I don't want our future life and family members to be disturbed, if there is another similar incident that troubles us , I will take action. As for what kind of action, it is not convenient to say at this time. I ask you again not to annoy me, especially not a man who dares to wear a deep V-neck high-slit gown to take photos of the event and make them public. "

Finally, Heimdall said, "Thank you."

After the press meeting, Krum held a special meeting for the fans. For a sports star, no one can forget the fans. Reporters from major newspapers were allowed to stay and continue their interviews.The reporters did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and moved to the battlefield with high spirits.

In order to welcome fans from five continents and four oceans, the training base of the Basteto Vulcan team was renovated.The spectator seats around the field were reinforced one by one, and the seats were increased to the level of the basic competition field.At first glance, it looks very dense and spectacular. Heimdall was worried that if there were too many increases, if he was not satisfied with the seat, there would always be a psychological gap, and he would not be happy for himself.

Afterwards, he clearly realized that he had underestimated his boyfriend's charisma. It didn't matter if the fans were dissatisfied, as well as his family members.Many fans dragged their families with them, and the whole family was dispatched. The whole venue was full of seats.

The fans were beaming, as if they were getting married.Really think what idols think and enjoy idols.

The reporters were struggling to see the needles in the arena, and they were pushed and shoved to the point of embarrassment, and they couldn't hear anything except screams.

When Krum appeared on the stage, the atmosphere of the audience reached its peak in an instant.

The reporters hastily raised their cameras and seized the time to snap the shutter on the special double broom in the air. A huge wedding cake was conjured up by magic in the center of the venue. Words like thanking the fans rolled on the cake in turn, and a white sea descended from the sky. Taro, there was another round of screaming in the field, and many fans shed tears of excitement and sent blessings repeatedly.

Carlo took a deep breath, almost spitting out his lungs.

He tremblingly grasped the railing in front of the first row of seats, rubbing against the edge like an old lady in her seventies and eighties, gnashing his teeth in his heart: On the wedding day, he must let go of his stomach and eat like hell, and eat the two of them into paupers. The consumption is too large.

wedding day.

At dawn, Rommel first arrived at their new home in San Taudini.It wasn't the first time he had come, he was one of the first wizards invited to be a guest on the day the new home was completed.Chairman Strulusson is not a sentimental person. Even though he got up earlier than the rooster today and it was the day of his son's wedding, he didn't break his own aesthetics. He didn't think that the alternative cabin with a garage and a garage immersed in the golden morning light was unique.

Chairman Sturluson was not very optimistic about his son's new home, but he didn't make it too clear. Anyway, he didn't live in the house by himself.Only the yard at the back of the house was properly cleaned up, which activated Mr. Chairman's aesthetic sentiment, probably because standing in the yard could not see the weird bright orange open-top double-decker bus.

Rommel took a seat under the flower stand in the yard. The white woody flowers are like a waterfall. Under the careful care of the family, the branches and leaves are luxuriant, the calyx is huge, and the snow-white buds reveal their fragrance in the morning mist.

Rommel's chair was slightly touched, and he frowned slightly.

"They went out?"

On the oak table in front of him appeared Rommel's usual breakfast.

"Okay, then I'll eat first."

Rommel took a sip of the fragrant coffee.

At the same time, the master and the room chief brought Mionier to the former residence of Wildberry Village.

Heimdall put down his son, and Mionnier ran to the steps leading to the gate, and then stood in front of the steps that were not short, which was the same height as the stairs at home.Heimdall thought he would run back for help as usual, but instead he groped up the steps by himself.The movements are inevitably embarrassing, so at any rate, I dawdled a little bit.

The two fathers did not stop them, and watched his every move closely until he successfully climbed to the finish line and turned around to show off triumphantly. The two clapped their hands vigorously in praise.

Opening the door, they entered Dahlia's hut.

There were no sharp corners to bump into, and Heimdall put down his son again.Mionir opened his eyes wide. After the initial vigilance faded, he groped around curiously and started his adventure.

Mionir seemed to be very interested in the stairs, and started to climb up spontaneously as soon as he found the stairs leading to the second floor.

This time Victor didn't give him room to play, picked up his son, and took Heimdall upstairs.

They entered the bedroom, and Mionir landed on the ground, looking around while hugging Dabapa's leg.

Victor and Heimdall glanced at each other, and the latter walked towards the big bed and stopped in front of the bedside table.

Heimdall took out a greenish-green letter written "Wildberry Village, Dalia's Cottage, to Ivan Vasilievich and Jolf Sijn Stulusson", and he put the envelope Place it next to the candlestick on the bedside table.

Heimdall then removed the eagle ring on his left ring finger.

Victor patted his son's head, and Mionier let go of Big Daddy's legs.Victor came to Heimdall's side, took off the flying eagle pendant hidden in his clothes, and placed it next to the wedding invitation together with Heimdall's ring.

The two took a step back at the same time.

"We're getting married today," said Heimdall.

Victor wraps his arms around Heimdall's shoulders.

The little baby behind him naturally couldn't understand where the sudden hazy sentimentality came from, so he rushed forward and hugged Dabapa's leg again, and Mionnier also wanted to make circles.

Victor was caught off guard and staggered.

Heimdall laughed, "He's not big, but he has a lot of strength."

Victor put on a proud look, "Follow me." Picking up the little doll.

Mionir stretched out his small arm, pulled it forward vigorously, and put it on Heimdall's shoulder.

Heimdall was stunned for a moment before realizing that his son was wrapping his arms around his shoulders. After thinking this through, he couldn't help laughing.

Victor lowered his head and stared deeply at the two flying eagles that seemed to be crossing their necks. After a while, he smiled: We will definitely live a good life.

When they got back to their home in Santaudini, Rommel was tasting the new tea that Hina had bought.Chairman Sturluson didn't question whether he was unhappy, but just said lightly, "It's over?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, he took the two of them to the Danish Ministry of Magic for official marriage registration before the wedding. This time, the registered couple and witnesses must be present.Rommel was a bit dissatisfied with the fact that the Danish Ministry of Magic stipulated that the official registration must take place on the same day as the wedding.And Heimdall thinks that they have already got a big discount, and it is more reasonable to follow their rules.

The marriage registration office of the Danish Ministry of Magic is beautifully decorated. The towering dome is resplendent and exquisitely painted. The surrounding pillars are engraved with unknown flowers and plants. river.

A bespectacled wizard stands in the middle of the river, holding parchment.

Heimdall and Victor stood still in front of the wizard, and their witnesses Rommel and Plov stood one meter behind them.

The glasses wizard had a wide smile on his face. He first sent his sincere wishes, then lowered his head to compare the contents on the parchment, and formally announced the Danish Ministry of Magic's notices on marriage registration and the responsibilities and obligations that must be fulfilled after marriage.This process was not long, and the glasses wizard spoke clearly and explained in a few words.

He lowered his arms and looked at the two of them.

There are no flashy vows, no cold threats, no unrealistic declarations of love.

The glasses wizard said: "Are you sure you want to become a partner and join hands for a lifetime?"

The two nodded at the same time, "I'm sure."

"Please sign." The glasses wizard handed over the parchment, and two white quills floated over.

They signed without hesitation.

"I declare that from now on, Mr. Victor Krum and Heimdall Strulusson will be legally married, and your marriage relationship will be recognized and protected by the Danish Ministry of Magic and all members of the Nordic Council . Congratulations, both of you."

The two shook hands with the glasses wizard with smiles on their faces and thanked them.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Heimdall took out the jewelry box from his pocket.

In the jewelry box lay two identical silver and white men's wedding rings, the only difference being that one was slightly larger and the other was slightly smaller.The shape of the ring is neat and simple, without patterns or gemstone inlays. There is a line of exquisite floral letters printed on the inside of the ring, which are the names of the other party.

Victor's brown eyes beamed with a smile.

Witnessed by their fathers, they each put wedding rings on each other.

Victor raised Heimdall's left hand tenderly, and kissed his ring finger.

"Thanks, dear."

11am on the wedding day.

As one of the protagonists, Victor, accompanied by the parents of the two parties, greeted the guests at the entrance of the wedding venue.Since there is no hostess on Sturluson's side, Narcissa, who is an aunt, will take over for a day.The wedding of the two was held at the other end of the Santaudini fir forest, where there is a clear stream with gurgling water, green shadows and cool breeze, which adds a bit of coolness to the summer wedding banquet.

Victor's love for trees was inherited from his father, and Ploof is particularly fond of the environment around Victor's new home, and Krum's father was very satisfied with choosing the wedding reception here.

During the interval of welcoming guests, Rommel asked, "Your mother still refuses to let go?"

As soon as I mentioned this, Plov had a headache, "Although I no longer accuse, but I don't want to hear any details about the wedding. Whenever we try to talk about the wedding, she is very unhappy. But compared to the original The intensity has eased a lot, I believe she will gradually figure it out."

"Have you ever thought that it was you who concealed her that made her react more violently than expected?" Rommel said slowly.

Plov hesitated, "...you see it that way?"

"It doesn't matter what I think, what matters is what your mother thinks." Rommel said. "Since we're getting closer, I don't want Rieg to make things difficult for your family in the future. It's impossible for him not to see your mother for the rest of his life."

Plov nodded.

"So, I don't think you should hide her from the beginning. You should reveal everything after you have arranged it. If it were me, I would be angry too. You don't take me seriously at all."

Plov wondered, "We are afraid that she will not agree, so we cut it first and play later."

"The mind of the old man is really unpredictable." This is of course a polite word.

If possible, Rommel really didn't want to deal with that extreme and stubborn old woman again, but it was a pity that people's wishes failed.

Another wave of guests arrived, interrupting the sneaking of the two fathers.

"Congratulations!" Little La Carini walked over with a smile.

Victor looked him up and down with a raised eyebrow.

The smile on Lacarini's face was even more exaggerated, and he pretended to touch his chin.

"How about it, isn't it handsome?" Professor Raccarini's clothes today are more beautiful than the protagonist, the master, and those who don't know think he is the groom.

Came to kick the gym?

The master said calmly, "Please."

La Carini Jr. pretended not to hear, and deliberately looked left and right.

"Where's Rigg? Why didn't you see him?"

"Why are you looking for him?!" The master frowned, did he really come here to mess things up?

"Maybe once he sees me who is so handsome and extraordinary, he will give up his mind and don't want to marry you."

I really came to kick the pavilion!

The master's face sank, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Adam Klaus, who was said to be so busy that he didn't even have time to eat, walking over with a radiant face. It could be seen that he had also been well-dressed.

Everyone wanted to force him to kill on the big day.

Master Krum's expression changed unpredictablely.

"Hello, Krum." Adam started out of the ordinary.

"Thank you, I'm great." Victor smiled calmly.

"Where's Rigg?"

"To entertain you, I'm enough."

Little Lacarini embraced Adam, and said presumptuously: "Let's go, what do you have to say to this five-year-old guy? I have been in the same school with him for a school year, and we will continue to confront each other in the future. It's not beautiful. Yes. Rigg must be in there, let's go find it."

Victor was not easy to stop, so he could only watch the two bad guys enter the venue with great interest.