HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 788 Six Sages' Tricks

one,

【It's really exciting to see you in this room. ] Gezov said happily.

"I don't think so." Victor let his tone be appropriately dejected.

Gezov was keenly aware of it, 【What's going on? 】

Aspaluk regained his senses trembling as if he had been shocked by an electric shock, "Please forgive me, I—"

His words were interrupted by Victor, "I was told that my quota for the assessment would be invalidated, and I would not be able to participate in the assessment for the Bulgarian national selection team."

【This is impossible. 】Gezov looked at the trembling Aspaluk, and repeated with a stern expression,【This is impossible, is it, Mr. Aspaluk?You just told me so confidently that everything is going well, and I have no doubts in your enthusiasm for work. 】Aspaluk's head was sweating.

"Thank you for your trust, maybe... Maybe our work is still not satisfactory and needs to be improved..." Aspaluk took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead.

"Things may not be as bad as you imagined. If the problem is not with me, can I continue to participate in the assessment?" Victor said calmly.

Aspaluk breathed a sigh of relief, and it was easy to solve the problem if the parties didn't mind.

【you sure? ] Gezov was noncommittal about his "good talk".

"There's nothing I'm not sure about in Quidditch." Victor smiled.

[You have to know that as an official who pursues steady progress, I strongly disagree with your arrogance; but as a die-hard fan, I will scream at your arrogance. 】Gezov said to Aspaluk:【What to do next, I don't need to tell you again, right? ] "Yes, yes, I understand, please rest assured." Aspaluk nodded and bowed, reassuring.

Gezov nodded in satisfaction, and Aspaluk thought the matter had been fooled, but Gezov returned a carbine fiercely.

[I will report this matter to the Minister, please take care of yourself, Mr. Aspaluk. 】The head in the fireplace disappeared.

Aspaluk's shoulders slumped in an instant.

Victor pretended not to see it, and whispered to the assistant coach who was pretending to be a scene board, "Who replaced my spot?"

The assistant coach hurriedly shook his head, "I don't know what you're talking about..."

"It's useless to cover up the matter. If you don't tell me, I'll ask others. Are you not worried that the situation will expand infinitely under my deliberate manipulation?"

The assistant coach is speechless, is this threatening him?Looking at Victor's expression, it seems that he is not joking.

The assistant coach carefully glanced at Aspaluk whose back was bent a lot, and replied in a low voice, "Do you know the former Seeker of the Golden Rudder?"

Victor raised an eyebrow, "Willie Denler?"

The assistant coach nodded.

"Isn't he a Nordic?" Victor asked.

"This kind of thing is not uncommon in the history of Quidditch. In order to improve his strength, he looks for strong foreign aid, temporarily acquires Bulgarian nationality, and when the World Cup is over, whether to go or stay with him-mostly depends on the results in the World Cup." Assistant The coach said proudly that we are actually a knowledgeable person.

"Strong foreign aid?" Victor repeated softly.

"Of course there is no foreign aid stronger than you." The assistant coach changed the subject in one go.

"Since Bulgaria has decided to introduce Danle, a powerful foreign player, I may go to Northern Europe to try my luck as an unpopular player. Iceland, which lacks a strong player, will welcome me to join temporarily." Viktor pondered.

"Are you serious?!" The assistant coach was so terrified that he almost pulled the master's pants and cried to stay away.

Victor pretended not to care about his actions, and raised his voice, "Where is my assessment? When will it start?"

Aspaluk was still pretending to be deaf and dumb - mourning his impending promotion prospects, the master saw that this person's emotions could not stop for a while, and looked down at the assistant coach, "What about my assessment? "

The assistant coach was overjoyed and led him out, and said courteously, "I'll take you to the practice field."

two,

Fifteen minutes later, Heimdall in Durmstrang received a "mirror text message" activated by Victor, requesting a video interaction with him.

The face of Chief Sturluson appeared in the mirror.

[How is everything going well? 】Heimdall is thinking about the master's national selection team assessment. Although he thinks that he can pass with his eyes closed at Victor's level, he still can't help but worry about it.

"The situation is a bit complicated. I can't explain it clearly now. I'll talk about it when I go back tonight." Victor said again. "My dear, I hope you can help me with my staff."

Could it be that things are not going well? !

Heimdall didn't show any abnormality, and said nonchalantly, "I'll try my best, what's the matter?" 】"Suppose that the opportunity that originally belonged to me was replaced by another person without my knowledge, and after mediation and other means, I have the opportunity again. Do you think I should use this opportunity calmly and pass the assessment to enter the country? Select the team, or follow the advice of the 'well-wishers' and accept their apology—do not take the test and enter the team directly?"

Heimdall thought for a while and said, 【If it's me, test! 】

Victor wasn't surprised by the answer, "Why?"

[In order to convince Mr. Backdoor who replaced you in that hypothesis, let him see what is the real thing, and also to prevent gossip that may follow if the situation develops in a bad direction.I hope that my worries are unfounded, but since there is Mr. Backdoor, it is not a bad idea to plan ahead. ] Victor smiled, "Listen to you."

[You have the strength, there is no need to let the shining point be dusted because of the conflict of spirits, you are the best in my heart! 】Victor felt the warm current rushing into his heart, and asked after a while, "I remember you only have two classes today, what's your plan?"

[Take your son to meet the astrologer of the centaur tribe,] Speaking of which, Heimdall is a bit ridiculous. 【Evidently we are so close, but the one-sentence matter actually sent me a letter, and it was that kind of scary bird with a huge mouth.You didn't see the way the bird flew in at breakfast, all the messengers huddled in the air, trying to minimize themselves, and the letters they carried were flying around like snowflakes, and everyone was busy all breakfast Looking for my own letters on the ground and on the table...it was a disaster. 】"It is conceivable that the scene must be quite chaotic."

[Yes, the funny thing is that it also sent the wrong person.The poor third grader passed out on the spot when he saw Jukou flying towards him. ] "I hope this will not leave a shadow."

[Mr. Follett's diagnosis is not sure, unless there is another big mouth. 】

"What time did the astrologer tell you to go?"

【Actually, I am already in the centaur tribe. 】

"Tell me the result tonight."

【certainly. ] Heimdall said again. [Can you tell me who is the Mr. Backdoor who replaced you in the hypothesis?Even if I don't know him, I should remember his name. ] "Willie Denler."

Heimdall was silent for a moment, [...Promise me, don't be too polite to him, politeness is only used on people who deserve our politeness. 】Victor put away the mirror and turned to face the assistant coach who was waiting beside him.

He said: "Thank you for your kindness, I still decided to participate in the assessment."

three,

Heimdall left the centaur tribe with question marks in his stomach. The only thing he understood and comforted him was that the stars told the astrologer that there was nothing wrong with Mionir's health.When the father and son walked to the door of the fire-breathing dragon and Peridon, he decided to temporarily put aside the divination results that made him confused, and picked up the child to visit Peridon.

The Charizard Apple Pie is in the first development period of the dragon's life, and it looks different almost every day. It looks more like the adult Charizard that Heimdall has seen before, but the inner essence of the Chicha Beast still cannot be completely diluted. After being handsome for a few seconds, he romped and danced and showed his true colors.

This is the first time Mionir saw a live fire-breathing dragon with his own eyes. Compared with the picture books he read and the models he visited before, the real fire-breathing dragon brought him a shock that cannot be described in words. Straight from the moment it gets to the apple pie.

Apple Pie is not afraid of wizards, nor does it dislike wizards. There is a magic school in front of its house. Although the work and rest hours are different, it is safe and sound.The ferocious nature of the fire-breathing dragon has not been fully aroused, so he turned a blind eye to Mionier, the milk baby who was staring straight at him, and did not show any displeasure or other emotions.

Apple Pie lay lazily on the ground, snorting comfortably, with two streams of thick smoke continuously coming out of both nostrils.

Mionnier was interested in the puffing nostrils and couldn't stop looking at them.

Peridon was very interested in Mionir, and Heimdall hugged his son nervously. He suddenly thought of an unsubstantiated legend—Pelidon occasionally ate human flesh, especially children.

"Rig, can I touch the apple pie?" Mionier looked at Little Papa eagerly.

"You don't remember what I taught you?" Heimdall nodded his son's nose.

Mionier nodded listlessly, "The fire-breathing dragon is dangerous, don't get close."

"Apple pie is not Olar and pods, nor is it toffee, bun, or eight, Olar they are your family, so you can make out with them and convey your friendliness to them, but apple pie is a wild Charizard, it's not your family, animals living in the wild don't welcome humans approaching and touching them without their consent. Understand, baby, treating wild animals is different from treating family and friends."

Mionier pursed his lips, his face full of loneliness.

"There will be a chance." Reassuring the son, and taking him to watch the fire-breathing dragon dozing off for a while, the father and son left the back mountain.

On the way to the castle, they meet Carlo.

"Great, you are finally back." Carlo immediately went forward.

"What's the matter?" Heimdall asked.

Carlo wiped the sweat off his head with a handkerchief, "Isis asked me to inform you that Setant is looking for you."

Isis is the great-grandmother of Mr. Follett, the school doctor, and served as the school doctor in Durmstrang before her death. Her portrait hangs next to No. [-] medicine cabinet on the first floor of the school hospital. She is an old lady dozing off all the time.Setant is the famous cursed magic gun Kuhulin, a half-human, half-god hero in Celtic mythology. Setant's portrait is hung on the astrologer's platform of the Astronomy Tower. It is said that the direction facing the portrait extends straight, The end is Ireland.According to Caro, the Irish hero appeared in the Astrology Tower last school year, when Heimdall was studying in Heideggerack. As for the original hanging position of the portrait, no one can tell.

"What did Setant want from me? He wanted to chat with me again?" Heimdall asked.

I don't know who was gossiping in front of Setant, saying that Heimdall was half of Irish blood. The "intimate explanation" aroused Setant's homesickness, and Setant called Heimdall away every now and then, but Instead of chatting, let him accompany him to silently look at the great Ireland in the biting cold wind. The hero who lived in the 1st century AD could not speak the modern language.Heimdall’s repeated explanations to no avail angered Setant, thinking that he was obsessed with foreign lands and forgotten his ancestors, and then caused him several disasters one after another—for example, he couldn’t find the telescope, lost his homework, lost his textbooks, etc. .Later, Heimdall learned to be honest and stopped trying to correct Setant. Maybe Sirius or Ivy did have Irish blood in their bodies that they couldn't explain.

"Who knows." Carlo shrugged, and then quickly said, "I've already brought the words, let's go!" He hurried to the castle, tomorrow will be the day when the new issue of the school newspaper will be released, and Vice Chairman Jones rushed to preside over the overall situation .

Heimdall consulted his son and took him to the Astrology Tower.

The astrology tower in Durmstrang is very high, and the construction is neither scientific nor humane. Every time there is an astronomy class, the students must come here half an hour in advance, in order to climb to the top of the tower before the formal class.

The father and son groaned and groaned, and finally climbed to the top of the tower. The Irish hero did not let him accompany him to look at his homeland this time, but held a small wooden board—the familiar small wooden board was probably sponsored by a senior. It reads: Dragon Knight Laphroaig is looking for you.

"Are you playing with me?!" The room chief gritted his back molars.

The Irish hero looked bewildered.

The room chief sighed resignedly, took his son to climb down the astrology tower, and asked his son for his opinion—Mionir insisted on advancing and retreating with him, so the father and son walked towards the greenhouse.

Dragon Knight Laphroaig is not a knight riding on the back of a dragon. Laphroaig is indeed a knight. The title of Dragon Knight is his own. He has been pursuing high-end pursuits from horseback to dragonback all his life. The dragon failed to ride, and was burned to death by the angry fire-breathing dragon. After he died, everyone would say that he was a dragon knight, which is a tragic figure.

Laphroaig's portrait is adjacent to the decorative wall of Brother Kong Fang, and his small profile faces the triple Tianma fountain.However, Laphroaig is not satisfied with the school's arrangement. He has applied to the former principals more than once to replace the Tianma fountain with the fire dragon fountain, but they have not received a positive response, because everyone is accustomed to taking his words as silly complaints, and no one wants to take them seriously. .

A certain Irish hero is clearly not following the crowd.

Laphroaig was dressed in thick silver armor, holding an epee in the middle of the picture, the background behind him was black and gray scorched earth, lightning was released in the distant sky, and black mountain peaks spewed magma.No matter how you look at it, it looks like a warrior who is about to go to the front line of death, and the victory is slim.

Laphroaig pointed with his sword, [Change the horse into a dragon. 】

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that," Heimdall said.

The facilities in the magic school are not something you can move if you want.

The tip of Laphroaig's great sword fell back to the ground, and he waved his hand like a fly, 【Go find Leviathan. ] Heimdall is now sure that he has really been played.

Mi O'Neil looked up and saw that little Papa's expression was not very good, so he quickly hugged Xiao Papa's leg.Heimdall took a deep breath and picked up his son.

"How many more do I need to meet to know what you are doing this for?"

[Replace the horse with a dragon. 】

Thanks, bye.

four,

In the corner next to the men's toilet on the third floor of Durmstrang Castle, several people were crowded in a portrait of an animal—the poor white hound squatting aggrievedly behind a tree, and the ecstatic Six Sages had the loudest voice.

[Where do you say he is now?Go ask, I guess he's patiently trying to find clues in the song of the mischievous elves. 】The six sages laughed out loud.

The deer hunter didn't take seriously the six sages' gloating, [No wonder you were not very popular with students at school. ] The six sages jumped up and shouted, 【The most unpopular is that pervert Andreas DeGudiene! ] (PS: Two sages.)

[Usually the louder the barking, the more guilty you are. 】

The six sages didn't know how to refute, and muttered to themselves, making the people around them lean forward and backward with joy.

【I am already dead, I am not afraid of your curse. ] The deer hunter grinned.

The six sages curled their lips, comforting themselves, [Fortunately, Sturlusson is a living person. ] "So that's the case, then you can repair Stonehenge yourself, I will not accompany you, repairing something for others will not only be inexplicably tricked, but in the future, someone may accidentally be cursed, no matter how you think about it, it is not worth it. Now this world is a good man It’s hard to do!” Heimdall, who had been eavesdropping for a while, made a gesture to leave.

The Six Sages, who were startled by the sudden voice, had no time to scream. When they saw the back of Heimdall's head, they suddenly came back to their senses and shouted, 【Sturlusson, wait!That's a joke that's not worth mentioning!Why does a big man always care about trivial details? ! ] "Because you are not the one being teased, I am born with this problem, and I especially like to be serious." Heimdall continued to walk forward, without any intention of turning back.

In the paintings including the deer hunter, people couldn’t help snickering. The six sages were eye-opening. Such a good show is not seen every day. The sages don’t like to go out for a walk on weekdays. Other portraits Can't get into the sage room.

After the six sages spared no effort to explain, Heimdall finally "reluctantly" expressed his understanding and was willing to negotiate peace.

"Okay, let's talk about business. Why did you come to me?" Heimdall took his son's little hand and gently stroked the child's hair.

The Six Sages cleared their throat unnaturally under Mionir's curious gaze, trying to save the image.

[It's ready over there, hurry up and find a time to go there. 】

there?

"The stone room?"

The six sages nodded deeply.

"I see." Heimdall finished and prepared to take the child away.

The Six Sages stopped him again, 【How did you find this place? 】

He was bitter about Heimdall's ability to act.

"The small wooden board in Setant's hand gave me inspiration. I went directly to the potion research room and found the portrait of Professor Vinylos."

Professor Veneros was the Potions Professor in Durmstrang during his lifetime, the predecessor of Professor Laurent's predecessor.Vinylose is an experimental maniac who is as crazy as Grindelwald in the field of potion science, so the potion science laboratory hangs his portrait.

The six sages were extremely annoyed that the first link had been exposed.

Heimdall said slowly, "You should have been more cautious in your initial plan. I also have a few close friends in the portrait."

Fives,

Victor came back earlier than expected. When he entered, Heimdall and Mionir were sitting face to face in front of the fireplace, playing with the children's wizard cards. This set of cards was bought by Snow for Heimdall when he was six years old. , with vivid pictures and simple text descriptions, Heimdall was delighted to find that the three-year-old Mionnier did not have a hard time learning.

Mionier quickly took the card he had been holding in his hand, got up and ran towards Victor, then raised the card as if offering a treasure, and said loudly, "Dad, Mionnell can read this!"

Victor hugged his son with a smile on his face and kissed him, "Baby is amazing!"

Mionil proudly held the card in his chest.

Heimdall standing in front of the fireplace got up and walked over.

The father and son whispered a few more words, Victor put down his son, bowed his head and kissed Heimdall's lips.

Without the help of the house-elf, the cloak that Victor took off was guided by Heimdall's magic to the hanger next to the wardrobe.

"Have you eaten yet?" Heimdall asked.

"No."

"I'll have the house-elf find you something to eat."

"it is good."

Victor saw Mionnell looking at him eagerly in a blink of an eye, so he said, "When Mioneil reads the second card, Dad took Mioneil to the Quidditch practice field to watch Dad train."

Mionnell jumped staringly at the rug in front of the fireplace, squatting there and flipping the cards spread out on the floor.

"You have to keep your word." Heimdall reminded.

"Of course." Victor said.

The couple sat on the sofa chair.

"What happened to you?" Heimdall asked.

Victor said briefly, and then said, "My assessment went well."

"Fortunately, they don't have thick skins. I imagined that they deliberately made problems during your assessment."

"That's not enough," Victor paused. "I saw the coach."

Heimdall asked uncertainly, "You don't know?"

"I have seen it, but I have never cooperated. This coach was originally one of the former coaches of the Golden Rudder Team."

"Is the head of the Bulgarian national selection team a die-hard fan of the Golden Rudder?"

"Maybe, maybe he's trying to defend his title again by breaking new ground."

"I have a bad feeling... What is his plan for the new situation?"

Victor smiled silently, "He asked me if I dare to challenge myself?"

"What advice did he give you?"

"He wanted me to move, to be a batsman, a chaser, or a keeper."

Heimdall sneered, "Let you give Willy Danler a place?"

Victor has passed the initial negative mood swings, and now speaks more calmly.

"In fact, he is very courageous. There are few coaches in the world who dare to encourage Seekers to find another way to 'break through themselves' on the eve of the World Series."

"Could it be that in his heart, Danle is better than you?"

"Neither he nor Danle is from Bulgaria. If the loss has little effect on the emotions of the wizards in their country, and at most loses a little reputation, they can use excuses such as dissatisfaction and difficulty in getting along, and they will not suffer emotionally. "Victor said: "I told him that as long as he dared to arrange it, I would dare to do it. As for the result, I can't guarantee it. Then before I came back, I met with the official coach of the national team."

The coach of the selection team is not the same person as the official coach of the national team, and the official coach does not begin to work until the national team is formally established.

Heimdall asked excitedly, "What does the official coach say?"

"He said," Victor glanced at Heimdall. "Damn Norse!"

Heimdall couldn't laugh or cry, and Rommel must not let Rommel know this.