HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 72

"I thought you wouldn't come." Bernick looked at Snow and said, and the latter could hear a sense of relief from his tone.

Snow smiled and said, "As expected, Rommel didn't come. This is the first time he said that he shouldn't have the habit of making plans in advance. Right now he can't get away at all."

Bernik said something like "Thank God" in Bulgarian.The "terrible" cousin had repeatedly warned him not to let Rigg have any accidents, not to put him in danger, and if he encountered a "dangerous" game, he must be persuaded to give up.In Rommel's view, titles such as championships are fake, and there is only one son. If Rigg wants to win the championship, he has plenty of means to make his long-cherished wish come true, and there is no need to tire himself to work hard.Although Bernick didn't agree with his opinion, he didn't dare to correct him face to face, so he had no choice but to fool around on the surface.Bernick's greatest wish now is that Rieger can fly back safely. As for the ranking...it's not that important anymore.

Snow thought it was funny, especially since Bernick pretended to be happy to see him look hilarious.The cousin had a long-standing fear of Rommel, dating back to his childhood.

Snow picked up the cushion on the sofa chair and threw it away, and sat down with a long sigh.The sleepless carriage and horses are exhausting, especially when there is no other better choice, the cheap horse-drawn carriage running at full speed is very bumpy, and the space is small and crowded, which is very uncomfortable. He has to suspect that his back is already stiff Can't bend.At this moment, Snow really wanted to grab Heimdall and give him a good spanking, but unfortunately, the nearly 12-year-old boy could no longer whip the cane easily. He ran to see him so hard, but in the end, there was no sign of him. See, how embarrassing it is for him to be an uncle.

"When will the last game end?" Snow asked.

"The time limit is 48 hours, eight hours have just passed now." Bernick replied.

Snow raised his head to the sky and groaned.

At this time, Victor, who had been drinking tea from the cup, suddenly put down the cup, and the hard bottom of the cup hit the table with a crisp sound, as if it was a signal. Bernick turned his gaze to that side sensitively. He raised his eyes expressionlessly and looked at him, and after a second, the latter suddenly realized.

"Snow," Bernick turned his gaze back to Snow. "What are you going to do with Rigg's vacation?"

"I can no longer decide on this matter." Snolla sighed with a long face, with an angry look of being abandoned. "I'm just an uncle. Uncles can't control nephews in the end. Only fathers are qualified to do so."

Bernick suppressed a laugh. "So what's Rommel's plan?"

"He plans to take Rieger back to Iceland. It is said that the old guys in the clan want to meet Rieger."

"How long will it take?"

"I don't know. Those old fellows are usually restless. It may take some time for them to get together." Snow frowned and said. "Why are you asking this? Is there a plan?"

"I want to take Rigg to our house to play," Bernick said. "Can you talk to Rommel and arrange a time, when the time comes, I will pick him up directly."

"It's not like I said, do you think Rommel will let Rieger approach your house?" Snow raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "He never liked the Krooms."

"To be precise, he doesn't like my grandmother." Bernick grunted.In fact, he admired Rommel's consistent principle of dealing with things, that is, dealing with things and not people. He did not transfer his bad impression of his grandmother to other people. In fact, he treated himself, his parents, and Victor And the rest of Krum's family are very polite. Of course, this may also be Chairman Sturluson's social means.

That guy is a politician, and he made up superficial articles.

"Rig is not my mother. There is no so-called 'mother-in-law dispute' between him and my grandmother. Rommel doesn't have to worry that the old Krum family monster will swallow his son in one gulp." Bernick said sarcastically. "My mother will immediately stand up to protect the 'little prince' of the Stulusson family. Even if he accidentally stumbles into the dragon's den and tiger's lair, someone else will kill the dragon and the tiger for him."

Snow had to admire him for being able to say these words without changing his expression.

"Okay, I will discuss it with Rommel." Snow compromised. "However, the final result cannot be guaranteed. In fact, you might as well ask Rieger to tell Rommel directly that his father has been complaining that he is useless recently. It is time for him to worry about it. "

***

It is hard to say whether Rommel will be troubled in the end, but Heimdall, who is struggling in the sky, has a lot of troubles and troubles - the previous players are quite difficult.

It was indeed the same as the 12th place said. After Heimdall said goodbye to him, he quickly caught up and bit the 15th place. The player flew very fast and kept accelerating. From behind, he was riding a broom His lying posture is very standard, and his flying skills are also in place. He moves forward cleanly and straight, unlike some contestants and drunk drivers who show off the S-shaped "straight line".

Maybe he has found himself, otherwise he would not be in such a hurry, or maybe he is trying to catch up to 14th.Heimdall guessed.He didn't dare to be careless, and followed closely behind, but the distance between them was always insurmountable.

If someone on the ground raised his binoculars to observe the sky at this moment, he would find two boys riding broomsticks one after the other and flying rapidly under the blue sky. It is a pity that Muggles are habitually insensitive to the world outside themselves, and more Muggles will not Good at finding and accepting things that are difficult for them to understand.

Just as Heimdall was thinking about how to deal with it, the person in front suddenly stopped the broomstick and stopped moving.What's wrong?Just when he was wondering, the 15th person suddenly raised his head and shouted: "I want to eat—" The cry sounded like a bell, and it shocked the whole world.

Heimdall almost fell off the broom. When he finally stabilized his body and looked up again, a Hippogriff had already stopped in front of the contestant, and as the distance from him gradually narrowed , Heimdall saw a house-elf standing on the back of the flying beast and handed the contestant a hardcover booklet.

Heimdall narrowed his eyes. Could it be the menu? !

The 15th place immersed himself in research, probably food is more attractive to him, and the competition has been completely forgotten.

"I wish you a good appetite." Heimdall greeted the player as he accelerated past the player.

No. 15 was immersed in the menu and couldn't stop, subconsciously thanked and nodded. When he suddenly woke up and looked in surprise, Heimdall only left him a distant and blurred back.

"Do you still need food?" the house elf asked timidly.

Number 15 suddenly turned his head and gave a fierce look, causing the elf's thin body to flinch.

"Yes! Why not!" The contestant threw the menu back and broke the jar, loudly, "Give me a copy of everything I just said!"

Heimdall, who had already flown without a trace, naturally didn't know that the 15th place surpassed by him had given up on himself. He was rushing forward, fearing that the distance would be overtaken again.

At this time, the sun had not completely set, but thick dark clouds began to gather in the sky, and low-pitched thunder came from afar.

When Heimdall caught up to the 14th place, at this hour and in this bad weather, the thunderstorm was coming, but he couldn't stop. If he stopped now, his previous efforts would be in vain.

The sky was gradually darkening, and at sunset, black clouds were trying to drive away the last remaining rays of sunlight.

That contestant was very alert, and he never forgot to observe the surrounding situation at all times. He fiddled with his head without changing his speed, looking back and forth. When he found Heimdall, he was obviously stunned, and quickly pulled out He turned his head, took a while, glanced back, then turned his head back again, and did it again after a while.

He turned his head frequently, creating a burden on his neck muscles, and Heimdall was really worried that he would slip his neck inadvertently.

I don't know if the opponent had seen enough, or it was very unfortunate that he really flicked his neck. In short, after a period of time, the 14th place did not look back.After flying closely behind him for a while, Heimdall found out through observation that this person's technique was not as good as the 15th place of "Emperor of Diet", because Heimdall had begun to approach slowly, and the distance between them The distance is gradually shortening.

This is a good sign, indicating that Heimdall is faster than him.Just as Heimdall was trying his best to encourage himself, he must follow up with the opponent and look for the right time to "overtake", but the situation changed, and the gap that was slowly narrowing was widened again.The broom used in the last race of the speed competition is a special model for the competition. The hardware conditions of each contestant are the same, and the only difference is their personal skills.

Thinking of this, Heimdall took a long breath.No matter what, we have already arrived here, fight hard!He gritted his teeth.

The two of them competed vigorously like this, and the distance between them also fluctuated. Whenever Heimdall shortened the distance, the one in front would always find a way to open it again.This repeated change planted a question mark in Heimdall's heart. Before he could think about it, the rain got rid of the shackles of the clouds and fell down tick by tick.The water poured from the sky is so cold that it touches the skin like ice particles.

The ground is covered with bare gray rocks, without even a tree, so shelter from the rain is hopeless.

Therefore, when he caught up to the 15th place, it was not because he was inferior to others, but because he deliberately slowed down, and Heimdall did not respond to his invitation to hide from the rain.This contestant paid more attention to his own health, and before waiting for an answer, he flew off the route on his broom to find a place to hide from the rain.

This long-prepared storm fulfilled Heimdall's desire to catch up with a player. Facing the torrential rain, he sincerely thanked God.

***

At 11 p.m., the final broomstick race had lasted 14 hours.

Many tents in the residential area were still brightly lit, and some people even stayed on the 3-meter stand and waited uninterruptedly.The organizing committee has repeatedly guaranteed that there will be no accidents for the players. In case of danger, the professionals hired by the competition will deal with it as soon as possible.Although the competition has repeatedly emphasized that the safety of the competition is absolutely foolproof, the audience does not think so, especially the parents of the contestants who are worried about restless sleep and unwillingness to eat.

The adults are very contradictory. They hope that the child will come back sooner, but if it is too early, it means that the child will either encounter problems and be sent back temporarily, or will not be able to make it. Can my child bear this crime?

Now Uncle Snow is facing the same problem.

"Please don't turn around in front of me, can you?" Bernick was dazed and begged for mercy.

"Kids, go to bed!" A certain uncle stared angrily.

Bernick rolled his eyes, and said in a low voice, "With you, a nervous 'adult', it's no wonder I can sleep."

"It's only 11 o'clock now." Duncan propped his chin with his hands and said listlessly. "It's early, wait slowly."

There was a sudden noise outside the tent, Victor was sitting closest to the exit, he moved and got out of the tent.

It didn't take long for him to come back, and as soon as he entered the tent, he found that everyone was looking at him, in fact, they should be staring at him, staring at him unblinkingly with the sharp eyes like examining a wanted criminal.

"Nothing." He shrugged.

"What happened outside?" Edmund asked curiously.

"Six players were sent back," Victor said.

"Well, I think it's almost the same." Duncan nodded indifferently. "14 hours is not a short time. All the problems should have happened, and the players who can't hold on will almost fall off the horse." He raised his head and closed his jaw. "I remember when I was in the first grade, I played Quidditch for eight hours in the wind and rain. After the game, I continued to have a high fever for three days before obviously showing signs of improvement. Compared with me at that time, these players can It’s been quite a feat to have lasted this long.”

"You guessed pretty well." Victor said suddenly. "These six people had problems because of the rain. It is said that the rain came very suddenly and the weather was extremely bad. It was originally a clear sky, but it ended up falling as soon as it was said."

"I remember that Rieger seems to be in good health." Bernick frowned. "A little rain shouldn't be a problem."

"If something went wrong, it would have been sent back long ago." Edmund reminded him.

Snow nodded repeatedly, not knowing whether it was out of approval or to make himself feel better.

Victor let out a breath. "I'm afraid that he's going to be brave. It's not like this hasn't happened before."

There was a brief silence in the room.

There was a sharp shout from outside, probably another player was sent back.