HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 74 Paulownia Mother's Goldfinger Step 1, Lige wins the position of the speed race

"Diary 1980 February 21, [-]"

Recently, my mood has become more and more anxious, I often feel fear, and I can't sleep at night. The hateful thing is that the old woman always keeps saying in my ear that I am about to give birth, and I am about to give birth. The more she talks about me The more scared you become.

I try to relieve stress by reading.The old woman's collection of books is very rich, but they are all strange kinds. Most of the books displayed in the bookcase are fairy tales compiled by Muggles.I suspect she has crammed as many fairy tales as she can get her hands on in a closet.

Her favorite is Egyptian mythology. All the books about Egyptian mythology have been read in tatters, and some of them don't even have covers.She told me that her granddaughter's name is Quite, because her daughter wants her children to be beautiful, and appearance is very important to a woman.

The old woman emphasized that she preferred Maat, the goddess of justice, but her daughter refused to listen to her.

I think I know what she means.Matt?I wouldn't let my child have that name, it's too ugly.I'm not at all interested in those fantasies that exist in the hot desert. The Norse gods are what really fascinate me.

I have decided that I will name my child Heimdall - the patron saint of the gods, the name of No.1 in the heaven.

I have a hunch it's going to be a boy.

***

Fourteen hours later, Heimdall woke up.

He opened his heavy eyelids, and the sparse sunlight penetrated through the curtains, making everything look foggy. When the scene in front of him became clear, he found that the furnishings he saw were familiar and warm.He is back.It's not a dream, the broomstick speed race is over.With a hoarse groan, Heimdall tried to move his body, but didn't feel the expected burst of pain. He moved his arms, and Hina's face appeared in front of him.

"Welcome back to the world, Master."

Is this the latest fashion for house-elves to greet?He thought drowsily. "How long have I been asleep?" The voice was still wrapped in heavy sleepiness.

"Fourteen hours," Hina replied.

"I didn't miss anything, right?" Heimdall stared suddenly when he heard this answer, and his mind suddenly cleared up a lot.

"No." Hina shook her head very hard. "But there is a team competition this afternoon, you..."

"I need to go downstairs to eat." Heimdall said firmly. "Sufficiently replenish physical strength."

Hina looked at him eagerly, and Heimdall frowned and confronted it. After a minute, the elf lowered his head and said respectfully, "Yes, master."

In fact, during these fourteen hours, he was not unconscious at all. He felt that he had a strange dream, where reality and hallucinations were intertwined, a strange dream mixed together.

Heimdall woke up several times, and when he opened his eyes for the first time, he tossed everyone. The resident doctor hired by the organizing committee said afterwards that he had never seen such a "vigorous" patient. , not to mention high fever and confusion.

The first time Heimdall woke up suddenly was because someone was pulling his mouth, trying to feed something into his mouth, his vigilance suddenly swelled, he closed his mouth tightly and refused to eat the inexplicable food, but the person ignored him He struggled to pour the potion into his mouth.It's a potion with a very pungent smell.He wanted to spit out the potion, but his mouth was covered and he couldn't open it.He was very angry, and he yelled out angrily after swallowing the potion.

Then... I heard someone laughing.He was puzzled, what's so funny.He struggled to sit up and opened the window. It was so hot in the room, it was like being in a stove... Someone spoke to him, but he couldn't hear clearly.

He couldn't get rid of the intense heat, and suddenly he realized that he was dead, yes, he was already dead, he must be in Hades now, only hell would set up the punishment of furnace and purgatory.In other words, everything before his death was a fantasy before his death. There was no wizarding world at all, no magic, no magical animals, no Durmstrang, and those people were all imagined by him.He was so frustrated that he wanted to scream, but his mouth was too dry to make any sound.Then, someone pulled his shoulders, and cool water was poured into his mouth. When he wanted to take a few more sips, the water suddenly disappeared.

He hurriedly grabbed the hell messenger who gave him water to drink. "What should I do? How should I live in hell? Do I have to stay forever? Is there a time limit?" He wasn't sure if he could communicate with the hell creature, but later he realized that he couldn't, because the messenger just stood there and stared at him without answering. , say nothing.

After waking up several times in a row, the messenger of hell was with him. He felt safe. Hell must be a terrifying place full of foreign objects. So far, no monster dared to come to his door, so he sincerely thanked the messenger for his protection.

Later he found out that the emissary could speak, and he always called him Rigg, but he was not Rigg, there was no Rigg, and Rigg was just a person imagined by himself.Hellbringer especially liked to ask about Rigg's childhood, and he told him all the hallucinations he had experienced in his own life.Over time, he felt that Rieger might not be an illusion, but that he was Rieger.

While waking and sleeping, his mind became more and more confused. Before he fell into a real deep sleep, endless darkness surrounded him. He tightly grabbed the messenger's sleeve, hoping to gain courage and comfort.

The messenger of hell pulled his hand away and touched his forehead. After doing this, the messenger of hell was no longer the messenger of hell. It was Victor who was hugging him, comforting him, and whispering in a language he didn't understand. Say something lightly.Strangely, Victor's comforting method is exactly the same as Hellbringer's.

"Victor, am I paralyzed? I can't use any strength." Heimdall said weakly, his head was a mess.

"Am I Victor again?" Victor smiled. "You're not paralyzed, you're running a fever, close your eyes and go to sleep."

Heimdall fell asleep without hearing Victor's answer.

***

The industrious and flexible house elf quickly helped Heimdall to wash and dress. When he went down the stairs, Duncan, who was the first to see him, rubbed his eyes exaggeratedly to show his surprise.Snow and the four senior brothers were there, as well as Xiabi and Adam, and Leon was also among them.

Duncan raised his eyebrows: "The doctor who is said to be experienced previously claimed that you won't be awake at all if you don't have twenty hours."

Heimdall went to the table. "Experience doesn't always work." When he saw Victor, he bowed seriously. "Sorry to trouble you."

"You remember?" Edmund said in surprise.

Heimdall touched his nose. "I have a little impression."

"You're going too far." Duncan frowned, with an unhappy face. "You actually said that we are all fake, do not exist at all, and are all fantasies. Do you know? Your one sentence has wiped out the entire wizarding world." He sighed exaggeratedly.

"I almost couldn't control myself and called Rommel." Snow, who had been silent all this time, also joined the ranks of accusations. "That dawdling doctor came and only took one look at you, and the first thing he said was to let us prepare for the funeral!" He gritted his teeth in anger.

"That was a joke." Bernick murmured to remind.

"Can this kind of thing be joked casually?!" Snow stared. "I'm warning you, Heimdall Strulusson!" A certain uncle said with a cold face. "Don't do it again, or I'll pack you up and send you directly to Finland to experience Chairman Struluson's discipline."

Heimdall nodded obediently. "You didn't say anything, did you?" he asked quietly.

Snow glanced at him. "What do you want me to say?"

Heimdall laughed dryly, but remained silent. After 1 minute, he looked at everyone's faces and asked, "Which place am I? The total score should come out, right?!"

Inexplicably, everyone smiled.

***

At least the trophy is there.Standing in front of the huge billboard, Heimdall thought so.

No.3.very good.He felt very satisfied. For the first person to issue the championship declaration, this result should not be considered a shame or a bad result.

There was chaos in front of the billboard where the final results of the broomstick race were announced, with people crying, laughing, cursing and yelling, for example, the one on the right of Heimdall suddenly burst into tears with a "wow", tears and snot coming together, heartbreaking The lungs wailed endlessly, exploding against the ears sharply and mournfully.

Of course, there are also those who are laughing from ear to ear, such as the champion who is standing on his right now.From laughing just now to now, I can't stop it like a cramp.As for the runner-up on the right hand side of the champion, his attitude should be improved. His face looks as if he has been owed a huge amount of money. He never smiled from the beginning to the end, even in front of the reporters and the flashing spotlights. The corner of the mouth, carry on the seriousness to the end.

Heimdall was able to imagine the mood of the runner-up. The first nine games were all top-ranked. In the last game, he was overtaken by others, and he was overtaken by an alumnus from the same school. Pie, he must be in a pretty depressed mood.Originally, that position should belong to him, and he should also be the one who flaunts to the camera.

During the 10-minute interview in the entire championship and Asian season, Heimdall was completely used as a background board, and he was only used as a foil for the other two.The broomstick speed competition of this year's Sugar Mouse Contest was very eye-catching before the competition, mainly because Hassan Mustafa had secretly revealed to the media that he was very concerned about this event, so that media workers all over the world They had to make full use of limited resources and split into two groups, tracking the broomstick international grand prix that opened on December [-], and running sugar mice to stay.

Prior to this, the sugar mouse had always been a small event that only occupied a corner of the page, and few newspapers and magazines were willing to allocate a large page to report it specifically.

10 minutes ago, the reporters asked to take a group photo of the newly announced top three. The photos were being taken continuously, but the questions were all about the champion and the runner-up. Heimdall just stood there idly and put on a smiling face.Occasionally a question or two mentioned him, but the limelight was quickly taken away by the champion-the "No. [-] pick" was very fond of stealing the spotlight.

Both the top two in this speed competition came from the same school. This impressive result made the reputation of that little-known magic school in the world skyrocket and shine brightly.Overnight, everyone knew that there was such a school in the wizarding world. Everyone was asking and searching. People showed great enthusiasm and interest in it. What kind of school can cultivate so many broomstick talents? ?The overwhelmed exposure rate made this small school start to consider issues such as expansion and enrollment expansion.

Heimdall took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. After 10 minutes, he put away his pocket watch and said loudly: "Sorry, I still have a game, I'm sorry." Then he walked away.The spotlight kept flickering behind him, and the reporters were amazed by his abrupt behavior.

"Please don't mind, I think he must be in a bad mood." The champion in front of the spotlight smiled to the reporters. "He is the first contestant to announce the championship declaration in this competition. Of course, everyone has seen the results of the speed race. It's a pity." He frowned and sighed pretending to regret. "But he still has a team competition. I think he will work harder for it. Everyone must understand his mood and give him more applause. This is what he needs most."

When the reporters expressed their admiration for the master's generous gesture, the runner-up suddenly sneered: "It's hard to say what the result will be."

Everyone present was stunned, but the champion gave him a stiff look.

The runner-up continued without paying attention, "The judging process and the final score must be submitted to the Juvenile Wizard Education Promotion Committee for review before the final conclusion. It is too early to close the coffin!"

The champion glared at him, but the latter ignored him and turned away.

The reporters looked at each other in blank dismay, but some of them soon realized that they were chattering and whispering to each other, this sugar mouse... was definitely more interesting than the Broomstick Grand Prix—the reporters were enthusiastic about gossip.