HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 841 Give Senior Brother Likes

one,

There is more than one road leading to the school library. Professor Le Pen’s unintentional choice before the fork in the road gradually disrupted the route planned by Heimdall. Not only did he fail to appreciate the majesty of Durmstrang along the way Magnificent - Most of the buildings that catch your eye are the not-so-glamorous shady sides, which also bring trouble to walking.

Professor Le Pen happened to choose the trails that teachers and students used to cut corners. Usually, almost no students would deliberately drill into such corners-the girls who finally arrived were too young, and the males couldn't bear to stretch their claws-so the road conditions were not good. Well, the snow on the road is thicker than the road where people come and go.Although house-elves are naturally lacking in lazy cells, the magic of clearing the road is not as fast as that of the road.

Professor Le Pen slipped three times, and the school library was finally close at hand.

When he slipped for the first time, Heimdall sweated a lot for him—in case of a fall, the German school couldn't explain it, but the last two times should be ignored.This was all asked by Professor Le Pen, and Heimdall felt that acting was not a minority.As a student who has been in Durmstrang for 7 years in the snowstorm, he can clearly see whether it is true wrestling or acting.

What is this man up to? !

With doubts and precautions, Heimdall, who followed the enthusiastic Professor Le Pen in front of the school library, met the evaluation team led by Carlo unexpectedly.

I rub!

Apart from this, Chairman Sturluson has no other thoughts for the time being.

The chairman and the vice-chairman looked at each other across the air, and then walked away as if nothing had happened.

Now that we've hit it off, it's hard to justify not making an introduction.But it was not the host's turn to make a match, and Professor Le Pen greeted him enthusiastically and introduced himself.

Heimdall thought that this person really came with a mission, and then a sentence appeared in his mind that seemed a bit inappropriate to describe the current situation: crying children have milk.

Isn’t Karkaroff a typical example of crying and screaming? If it wasn’t for Mr. Principal’s frequent death and shameless initiative, maybe in a hundred years, the European Wizarding Education Evaluation Conference would never think of brushing Durmstrang’s copy once. .Karkaroff's struggles have been accumulated over the years. Heimdall's 7 years of school experience and all the fuss and fuss of the principal have become the cornerstone of today's realization.He doesn't care what Le Pen's purpose is, as long as he doesn't have ulterior motives to discredit the German school, he can turn a blind eye to Le Pen's small actions.

The evaluation team that came to Durmstrang this time consisted of only two people, one was an acquaintance, Professor Burleigh; the other Heimdall had also met, the capable witch who was in charge of the meeting when he participated in the European Wizard Education Evaluation Conference last time—— Ms Popperwell.

When the two experts heard that Professor Le Pen was from Beauxbaton, they greeted him with smiles.

The two Durmstrang children had the opportunity to get up close and talk.

"What's going on?" Heimdall asked.

Didn't you take two experts to enjoy the scenery along the way?

Carlo rubbed his nose, blowing hard all the way.

"After a few steps, I turned back, and I realized that there is a path that can branch in." Carlo said helplessly, and he had a better understanding of the layout of his alma mater, so he comforted himself.

The two experts are not role models of hard work and hard work, the chairman and vice-chairman complained silently.

"What's next?" Carlo asked.

"Are you going to take them into the library?" Heimdall asked.

"That's right, Ms. Popplewell said she's been famous for a long time."

It is a bit of an exaggeration to say that you have long admired your name. Durmstrang is most famous for its greenhouses, not only because of the large area, but also because of the harsh geographical environment that makes the greenhouses more precious.The library of the German school is far less famous in terms of reputation. The history of the building itself is older than many books. Which wizarding school in Europe does not boast of its amazing collection of books?As far as the small building of Durmstrang is concerned, the middle reaches at most. The reason is that the vast collection of books in the Durmstrang Library is mostly black magic. This part of the books has not been publicly displayed, and outsiders do not know about it.Moreover, the wizards outside didn't have time to avoid the school's suspicions, and it was impossible to waste their words in praise, and it would be useless to talk too much.

"Ms. Popperwell is very kind," said Heimdall flatly.

Carlo smiled silently, the irony was self-evident.

The school librarian, Mrs. Vitrenko, did not come out to greet the visitor graciously, which made the two students of Durmstrang feel twisted and comfortable.Despite the faux pas, it wasn't a librarian's job to welcome visitors, so it wasn't even a dereliction of duty.

Right now, most of the students are still in class, and there are not many people in the library. Everyone keeps quiet tacitly. Seeing the chairman and vice-chairman of the student union leading three people they don’t know, the students in the library just look at it curiously, and don’t say anything. Do not watch or strike up a conversation.This is the good result of the principal's painstaking "crying" for many years. The children of the German school have become accustomed to strangers.

The introduction of the glorious history of the school library was naturally completed by Vice Chairman Jones, the gossip king of the German school, with Heimdall pretending to be the background board.Le Bon and Ms. Popplewell knew each other very well—at least they looked serious. Professor Burleigh turned his head and gave Heimdall a wink, and the two quietly walked aside.

"Your school has a Quidditch match today?" Professor Burley asked.

Heimdall nodded, "A friendly match against Beauxbaton's women's Quidditch team."

"Beauxbatons has a women's Quidditch team?" Professor Burley was surprised.

Heimdall was a little surprised that he paid attention to the field of school Quidditch, which was a small school.

"It wasn't very long ago," Heimdall said. "Getting ready to test the waters with our alternate varsity team."

"How does Beauxbatons plan to position their girls' varsity team?" Professor Burleigh mused.

"I don't know at the moment. The girls' school team seems to be very formal and can compete with their school teams. If the two official school teams in one school are not well arranged, it is easy to make trouble. I think they probably didn't think about it, so they ran Durmster. Lang took our backup varsity team and opened up new ideas."

Professor Boli took a look and found that he was not joking, and said: "You are not old, why are you so negative when you think about problems? The starting point of your thinking is based on the sinister heart?" shrewdness?

"Why don't you praise me for being mature, stable, and considerate?" Heimdall didn't mind at all, and was still smiling.

"I will say that in another ten years." Professor Burleigh replied solemnly.

"Fortunately, the International Wizengamot doesn't think so." Heimdall shrugged.

Seeing his glib appearance, Professor Boli snorted angrily, and then hinted that he was too sharp to be frank, so who will show his hippie smile now?However, what Heimdall said did remind Professor Boli that it is useless for him to be unfair here, maybe IW just likes his tone.

Bo Li shook his head regretfully, always feeling that the child's innocence was overdrawn.

It's no wonder that he can raise such a willful son as Boli, and the professor has a deep idea of ​​staged education.

The moment Chairman Sturluson opened his eyes in this world, he had passed the stage of innocence, and he couldn’t pretend even if he pretended it. Instead of making a fool of himself, it’s better to do as he pleases, so as not to disgust others and himself.In fact, Mr. Chairman thinks that he was very cute, innocent and childish in his "childhood". The uncles, aunts, grandparents in Diagon Alley can witness it.

Carlo's introduction was coming to an end. Le Pen and Popplewell, who seemed to be fascinated, made a request to climb up to find out. Carlo changed hands and threw the question to Heimdall.

"I'm sorry, I can't make the decision." Heimdall categorically rejected the two's desire to go up to the third floor.

Forget about Professor Popplewell, why does Le Pen join in the fun? !

"Is there a priceless treasure hidden on it?" Le Pen joked.

"For those who value the value of the book itself and know how to cherish it, it is indeed inestimable." Heimdall said rigorously.

These words were approved by Professor Popplewell, and she also knew that her rash request was inappropriate, so she immediately changed the subject and talked about matters related to teaching.

Le Pen curled his lips in boredom in front of Heimdall, as if he had no plans and was unwilling to be lonely.

Le Pen said goodbye to the two professors, and walked straight to the gate. Halfway through, he suddenly changed his mind and asked to read books related to Quidditch.

"Durmstrang's books are not on loan," Heimdall said bluntly.

"I can turn two pages, and I can watch it during the game." Le Pen said with a good temper.

Heimdall was noncommittal to his "unintentional remark" and pointed out his hand, and Le Pen walked there as if no one was there, especially with a sense of ownership.

Books about Quidditch were placed on a row of bookcases in the back, and the two shuttled through layers. Le Pen quickly found the destination with the help of the sign next to the bookcase, and when he turned around, he collided with a student head-on. Le Pen had sharp eyesight and quick hands The ground grabbed it hard, and the student didn't fall to the ground because of the force.

Heimdall stepped forward in two quick steps. Le Pen lowered his arms and smiled apologetically at the student.

The student raised his head with lingering fear, meeting Heimdall's gaze.

Kane?

two,

In a quiet wizard bar in Reykjavik, the capital of Iceland, Viktor pushed the door in a minute ago, stood at the door, looked around, and finally sat down on the chair in front of the bar.

"Why do you come here alone to drink away your worries?" Victor raised his hand and asked for a glass of mint wine.

The green mint wine was on the table in a blink of an eye.

Lange raised his wine glass and touched the glass in his hand, and the two took a sip at each other.

Victor noticed that Lange was holding butterbeer that would never get drunk, and smiled, "It seems that I am being smart."

"Are you ready to go back?" Lange asked.

"Today's class is over, I have something to rush back."

"I haven't seen you play recently."

"It's best not to see me. According to the coach, the Bulgarian team let me play when they couldn't handle it. I don't want the Bulgarian team to be out early." Victor said happily.

Lange raised his glass, "For the secret weapon."

Victor clinked glasses with him again, and drank the wine in the glass.

"What's wrong?" Lange saw him frowning.

"It's not to your taste." Victor didn't hide his feelings.

Seeing that there was no hindrance to his order, Lange thought he was good at it.

"Rig likes it. I'm trying to get used to it. I can't accept it for now. Maybe it will be fine after a while." Victor put the empty glass on the table and it was quickly taken away.

"I don't think Rigg would like to see you pushing yourself for him," Lange said.

"I want to try it myself, it has nothing to do with Rigg, let alone forced."

Everyone is so confident, Lange can't say anything more.

The master will not force himself too much, today's experiment is over, he raised his hand and asked for another glass of sherry.

"Want to talk?" Victor said.

Lange was not surprised that he saw signs of his own mood swings; Krum was always observant.

"It's actually not worth mentioning. It's related to my father's relics and my ex-wife." Lange said lightly.

ex-wife?Victor thought for a while, "Mrs. Ilves?"

The former Estonian minister who pried Lange's corner was Vali Ilves - this minister stepped down not long ago.

"It's Ms. Tallinn now." Lange said calmly.

"... Divorced again?" Victor deliberately looked at Lange with an ambiguous smile.

Lange thought that Krum was hard to learn, so he had to emulate Rigg—don't mention the husband and wife with his small appearance.

"She can't get back my father's belongings unless she gets a divorce." Lange said calmly.

The laws of the wizarding world are ever-changing and unconstrained, some are very advanced, some are very contradictory, and some are particularly unreasonable. These rules and regulations have existed safely for many years, and if there is no accident, they will continue to continue and continue to harm the next generation.

When Ms. Tallinn was Mrs. Lange, she obtained a considerable amount of property from her father-in-law. The large amount here does not refer to the exact amount-such as antique calligraphy and paintings.Lange's father was a well-known pharmacist who specialized in dispensing specific medicines before his death. He worked with therapists to solve many difficult and miscellaneous diseases, and was quite famous in the industry.

According to the wizarding law of Estonia, once Ms. Tallinn marries someone else, the property inherited from her father-in-law will automatically belong to her ex-husband, which means that the property now belongs to Andrew.

"Can she get her things back after she gets divorced?" Victor felt that it was not the same thing.

"She just took advantage of this loophole. The will did not clearly state that Andrew Lange's wife would inherit. It just said that she could not bring the property to marry someone else. She divorced and changed her surname. My father's will cannot be changed from here. Restrain her."

Victor asked, "Is she short of money? Her ex-husband is poor?"

Not at all, even if Ilves is no longer the Minister of Magic of Estonia, the wealth accumulated over the years as the top leader is only a lot, Victor does not believe that Ilves has not accumulated any capital.

Lange chuckled, "She has never been willing to suffer, this will be a protracted divorce lawsuit, Ilves is different from me at the beginning, he is not locked in prison, ignorant of the outside situation, helpless .”

"Did she suddenly take a fancy to something inside?" Victor murmured.

"I don't care about that," Lange said firmly. "Jeanne moved back to Beauxbatons because of her nonsense. I hope she will be quick and speak clearly as soon as possible."

"The more ambiguous she says, the more she has something on her mind," said Victor, taking an extra sip of the sherry. "If it were me, she must tell the truth, otherwise she would never give up."

three,

The friendly match started at [-]:[-] in the afternoon. At that time, the snowflakes in the sky had subsided a lot, and it was not as dense as before.It is unrealistic to wait for the sky to clear up in the Durmstrang Mountains. Karkaroff determined the start time with experience, and the snow stopped soon after.

Although the principal didn't publicize this friendly match, the students who finished the class rushed to the Quidditch pitch in unison. The originally empty auditorium was gradually filled up by all grades, and the bleak Quidditch pitch became a little bustling.

Karkaroff didn't take the initiative to ask for the opening speech. Heimdall, who was holding the manuscript, looked at him for a long time, but he didn't see the headmaster looking back with a tacit understanding, so Mr. Chairman had to take his own seat.

The speech was written by Enrique, and he followed Karkaroff's speech style. Heimdall got goosebumps as he spoke, and when he finished reading a manuscript, he was almost paralyzed.

Karkaroff was very satisfied, but secretly regretted that because of his humility, he missed such an extraordinary manuscript.

Fortunately, Chairman Strulusson didn't know about the headmaster's brain-filling activities...

Amidst the sharp cheers of the men of Durmstrang, members of Beauxbaton's girls' school team entered the arena one after another. In order to show the demeanor of the host, Karkaroff allowed the team leader Le Pen to temporarily take over the right to speak, one by one Introducing Beauxbatons players.Every time Le Pen announced a name, a burst of fervent wolf howls erupted in the auditorium. Karkaroff felt embarrassed, and his face grew long.

In fact, as far as Yan is concerned, the overall level of the Beauxbaton girls' school team is only average, so where do so many beauties come from?The problem is that Durmstrang is an old monk school - although there are girls, they are too young to be ignored for the time being - the male hormones are high all day long, don't guess what straight men are thinking, now the strange girls who come to other schools, of course kneel Ask for caresses.

To put it bluntly, it is the sow Sai Diaochan.

The moment Durmstrang came on as a substitute for the school team, Karkaroff was the first to jump up and cheer, and without a blush, he held his wand against his neck and spread the applause to every corner of the field. It means do you dare to pretend to be deaf and dumb for the rest of your life? !

Of course the males dare not. The 7th graders were the first to jump up and cheer. This year we still have to rely on the principal to write an evaluation. Be sure to keep Mr. Principal steady.The other grades followed suit, and the second ones to jump up were the first graders. They were still in the ignorant stage of youth and ignorance. They would think that the girls in the same grade were lively and cute, and could not appreciate the mature charm of the girls in the higher grades.

The cheers received by Durmstrang's substitute varsity team overwhelmed the Beauxbaton girls' varsity team, and Karkaroff sat back contentedly.

In the same stand, except for Le Pen, everyone else was beaming.

Don't talk about demeanor with Principal Karkaroff, that thing is worthless in Mr. Principal's heart.

The average grade of the Beauxbaton girls' school team is 4th, the goalkeeper is 5th grade, and the seeker is 3rd grade. Compared with them, the German school's substitute school team is really rare, with a neat row of first graders.

August didn’t act rashly, he sent the sixth-grade goalkeeper—the goalkeeper of the school team, and then turned to join the substitute school team, and volunteered to watch the gate for the girls—the goalkeeper was the oldest one on the field, Beauxbaton, with an average grade of 4, did not dare to complain that August was bullying the younger.

"With such a lineup, Durmstrang would be honored to lose." Carlo did not lower his voice.

Professor Le Pen, who is very strong in psychology, was indifferent. Instead, he took the headmaster's big trick of killing people with his eyes - Karkaroff was always blindly confident about his school.

When the referee came out, the audience was obviously silent, and then burst into warm applause. This upsurge had nothing to do with attraction of the opposite sex, and everyone was crying from the bottom of their hearts.

The referee in this game is not a certain professor as everyone thought at first, but Victor Krum, who has obtained the formal referee qualification.

"Durmstrang is really a big hand." Le Pen, who has always been as stable as a mountain, couldn't restrain the sourness in his words.

"We will continue to maintain a humble attitude and learn from Beauxbaton." Karkaroff smiled and showed his big yellow teeth.

Le Pen closed his mouth with an ugly face.

On the field, Victor whistled and ordered the two teams to line up facing each other. A professional ball kit box was lying in front of his feet. Bludgers struggled in the box, and the seemingly heavy box kept vibrating up and down.

Victor stepped on the box, and the box stabilized.

"I won't repeat the precautions on the field, I believe you all know what to do and what not to do..."

"Mr. Referee, we don't remember very well, tell us again, you can't be lazy~~" A Chaser in Beauxbaton's team protested while pinching his throat.

The rest of Beauxbaton's team members snickered one after another. They winked at each other, their eyebrows beaming, their faces rippling.

The girls from Durmstrang's alternate varsity team immediately cast contemptuous glances.

The deputy captain, Beatrix, sneered, and got angry at the referee in the serious arena, trying to molest the man with the right, have you ever seen a man with handles, a group of sluts!

The referee recited the pre-match precautions blankly, and quickly released Bludgers and Snitches one after another. Beauxbaton's girl saw the needle after the referee took out the Quaffle.

"Mr. Referee, your voice is so charming. My chest is tight, my heart beats fast, and I have difficulty breathing. What should I do if I can't grab the Quaffle in a while~~~"

The Durmstrang girls are going berserk!

The referee looked up at Beauxbaton's team members, and at the girl who was very eager to perform. The girl's eyes immediately lit up, and she was distracted.

The referee suddenly turned his head and glanced at the Chaser of Durmstrang's substitute school team. The three girls froze for a moment, as if they had caught something in their minds. Before Beauxbaton came back to his senses, the hand girl rushed out first, grabbed the Quaffle, swung the tail of the broom boldly, and hit the opponent's goal directly.

The Beauxbaton girls' school team belatedly launched a pursuit, all of them looked flustered and at a loss for what to do.

The girls of Durmstrang are exuberant, and the other's rhythm is disturbed.

Give a thumbs up to my brother!