HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 842

one,

There is no need for Karkaroff to take the lead in spreading hatred. This time, all Durmstrang exploded like firecrackers, with thunderous applause and joyful cheers. After all, it is their own school who preemptively strikes, and it is the little flowers that need care. The males are very conscious He raised his head, raised his chest, and did not hesitate to praise himself.

The headmaster sat on the rostrum with great determination, and smiled vigorously, as if the world was under his control.

The two main leaders of the Durmstrang Student Union looked at each other, but they grabbed the first attack and Mr. Principal got into the show again.

Professor Le Pen didn't change his face, he was calm and relaxed, and his psychological quality was absolutely excellent.

The weird short stop in the field at the beginning of the game aroused the curiosity of the audience. Everyone speculated about the conversation between the Beauxbaton girls' school team and the referee, and some students even compared the apparent delay of the Beauxbaton girls' school team's attack with the previous Combining the dialogues with each other to make up brains, there were divergent opinions and endless discussions.

In any case, Durmstrang's substitute school team took the lead and broke the zero-to-nil situation with the first goal of the student union officer Enrique's exciting high-pitched voice.

The applause grew louder.

The Beauxbaton girls' school team gradually calmed down and quickly organized an outflank to grab the ball. The batters gradually recovered their rhythm. Bit by bit, the Beauxbaton girls' varsity team was pulled.

Coach August has seen the roster of the Beauxbaton girls' school team, and it is not very surprising that the girls under him were easily taken back to the advantage. The average grade of the Beauxbaton girls' school team is 4, and more than half of them have been official members of the school team , or be placed high hopes by the school team, ready to vigorously cultivate.

These good youngsters have now turned into the vanguard of the girls' school team, and the girls of Durmstrang are not in their hands.

If it weren't for the Beauxbaton girls' school team to kill themselves, Durmstrang's substitute school team would not be able to attack [-]% of the start of the match.August's seat was close to the field, and he figured out the reason for Beauxbaton's defeat through the screen, and he smiled silently with great interest.

Being so frivolous in the face of the referee shows that they didn't take the German school's substitute school team seriously. Coach August sincerely welcomes them to underestimate the enemy to the end.

Palme, who was sitting next to him, caught a glimpse of his boyfriend's spring-like smile, and knew that this guy had thought up another bad idea, so he hurriedly moved his butt away, and August grabbed his wrist.

"Why do you sit so far away? Am I eating people?" August said gently.

Palme shivered and moved back reluctantly.

Instead of letting go of his arm, August took his palm and scratched it.Palme was amused by his flirting, why should he be so sullen in the public? !

The situation on the field gradually became unfavorable for the substitute school team. Auguste was still calm and relaxed. Palme, who was next to him, felt the relaxation from his boyfriend. Affected by it, his hanging heart gradually calmed down.

On the rostrum——

Heimdall stood up calmly, and gave Carlo a wink. After receiving it, Carlo didn't make any gestures, turned his eyes away as if nothing had happened, and returned his attention to the field.

Heimdall walked towards the exit.

Beauxbaton's leading teacher, Professor Le Pen, casually glanced at Heimdall's leaving back, with an elusive smile in his eyes.

Heimdall was walking quickly on the criss-cross passages, and the students coming and going nearby greeted him from time to time. Heimdall smiled and nodded, and instead of slowing down, his pace accelerated.He walked west along the passage, turned around a locker with a few worn-out utensils, pushed open a wooden door, and he saw the storage room where house elves usually store their collections.This storage room is very narrow, and Heimdall can only enter by turning the entrance door sideways.

On the wall at the end of the storage room is a semi-finished relief sculpture, from which the general outline of the building can be seen.It is said that this relief is some years old, but no one can tell how old it is, even the portraits that claim to know everything in Durmstrang.A few years ago, in order to welcome the International Youth Quidditch Grand Prix, Durmstrang worked hard to renovate the Quidditch pitch. The building was pulled down to a shelf, except for the storage room.

Of course there is a reason.

Heimdall took out his wand, and knocked on the several bumps of the relief seemingly without any rules. The semi-finished relief on the wall melted like ice cream in the hot sun against the dirty background, and the middle of the wall was cracked. A gap, as the gap gradually widened, a bright room appeared behind the wall.

Heimdall stepped in, and the wall closed neatly behind him.

This room is equivalent to a secret stand. People in the room can watch the game through large glass windows, but people outside can't see it. It works like a one-way transparent glass.The reason for the appearance of the secret stand is as confusing as the semi-finished relief of the gatekeeper, but it is not worth making a fuss. There are always one or two places in the magic school that make people puzzled.

The room had obviously been cleaned. The last time Heimdall came in, it was still empty. The fireplace was full of soot, dust everywhere, and cobwebs hung in the corners, as if it hadn’t seen light in 100 years.But right now, the fireplace has been cleaned spotlessly by the diligent house-elves. There is a fire burning in the hearth, which makes the whole room warm and pleasant. The floor is covered with thick woven rugs, and the fabric sofa is soft and comfortable.

Mionnier came barefoot and hopped around the room crazily. Before Heimdall came in, he was looking at the portrait on the wall with wide eyes. Whether the IQ of the year-old baby can match his eloquence.

The pod nestled in front of the fireplace yawned in a sleepy voice, and even Comrade King, who was Mionir's bodyguard, began to twitch his eyelids.

The king was the first to notice Heimdall's arrival, and it immediately stood up to meet him. Heimdall sat down on the sofa, embraced the king's head and kissed it.The king is now used to his master touching it, accepting Heimdall's intimacy calmly, and occasionally sticking out his tongue to lick it back.

Mionnier immediately abandoned Principal Beto, threw himself into the arms of the little papa, and rolled in the arms of the little papa. Today's Quidditch match made this baby very excited. Last night, he suffered from insomnia for the first time. Reluctantly fell asleep.

As a result, Heimdall found that he wasn't watching the game at all. The field was in full swing, but he was paying attention to what Principal Beto, who was out of tune, was talking about.Heimdall couldn't help but hugged his son and kissed him a few times.

Mionir kept laughing, and passed the chocolate lollipop in his hand to Heimdall's mouth. Heimdall bit off a small piece, and Mionier licked the lollipop happily, his eyes narrowed in intoxication.

[Why is our school team so bad? ! 】Beto is unwilling to be lonely.

The current score is 50:30, and the Beauxbaton girls' school team is temporarily leading.

"Beauxbaton sent the girls' varsity team, and our school was playing against the substitute varsity team. It sounds similar, but it's actually a thousand miles away. Beauxbaton is not afraid of being called a bully, Durmstrang Why not go with them."

The Beauxbaton girls' school team is trying to make a name for themselves by pinching soft persimmons. Durmstrang's substitute school team just took advantage of this opportunity to practice with them. After all, it is not as good as the school team's name to find a team for the substitute school team. .Judging from the situation on the field, Durmstrang's substitute school team seems to be losing money, but it's hard to say who actually got the advantage.

For a team whose members are all grade 1, we need to take a long-term view.

Beto slammed his mouth, of course he understood the reasoning, but he was a little unwilling. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that there was a disparity in strength on the field, and Beauxbaton was clearly bullying others.

"Don't forget, our substitute school team has played several friendly matches in Italy, and they are not rookies with dark eyes." Heimdall expressed an optimistic attitude.

Beto was aroused by his words and focused on the field.

"Does Mionir like watching Quidditch matches?" Heimdall grabbed his son's dishonest feet.

"I like it." Baby Xiaomi raised his cup and sipped an oval-shaped lollipop, with a sugar beard around his mouth, "Come on, Dad!"

[Your father is the referee, how can you cheer for the referee! 】Principal Beto finished complaining, and said to Heimdall seemingly worriedly:【Your son is a bit stupid...】"Stupid people are blessed with stupidity." Promising.

two,

Robert Maroney came out of the castle listlessly clutching his stomach, and nearly burped on the way to the school hospital along the gentle slope.Maroni hurriedly covered his mouth for fear that someone would inadvertently rush out of his throat, and after a while hurriedly shrunk his hips, he was too busy.His special anti-bump walking method attracted the attention of many passing students. Fortunately, most of the students are sitting in the stadium right now, and there are only a handful of onlookers on the road.

It's all the fault of the beans. Maroney often cursed the school's pea soup. This kid knew that his stomach rejected this thing, but he refused to change it every time and faced the difficulties.If he hadn't been greedy for peas for lunch, he would have been sitting comfortably in the arena watching the substitute school team being beaten to pieces by the Beauxbaton girls' school team.

Maroni made up a few pictures in his brain sinisterly, his face changed suddenly, and before the next hiccup came out, he swallowed hard and suppressed it.

He continued to move towards the school hospital with a disheveled face. He originally planned to ask his classmates to help bring some medicine, but when he came to his senses, there was no one around him to call on.

Maroney stopped at the fork, and he chose the difficult but shorter path without hesitation. The moment he approached the Quidditch pitch, he faintly heard a voice calling from the direction of the pitch.Maroney gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.

Under a holly tree trimmed into a round shape, his feet slipped and he nearly fell to the ground. He managed to stand still. Maroney's pale face was distorted in an instant, and his stomach was overwhelmed. He hurriedly covered his stomach, Tightening his hips hard, he squatted down slowly, slowly, and then Maroney felt the sour water in his throat again, and he squeezed his mouth tightly, waiting for the wave to pass.

The vomiting and diarrhea are really terrible.

"...Is there any way to get to the third floor of the school library?"

"No, I tried . . . Patrick Lacey's method won't work . . . "

"...Is it okay to pretend to be a student?"

"...students are easier than professors...Durmstrang's special collection is hard to come by..."

"...Mr. Derry finally got the news from the mysterious man... If there is no Mr. Drey...don't be ungrateful..."

Maroney was so focused on dealing with his digestive system, his knotted brain couldn't turn around the vague conversations, he looked at the spherical holly tree without any sense of crisis, trying to see the other end clearly through the gaps in the branches, if it wasn't for his physical discomfort , he would probably just walk out.

"... Whether the news from the mysterious man is true or not remains to be investigated... If you want to say that the river demolished the bridge, it should be Henry Derry..."

"……you do not believe?"

"... Durmstrang did keep Karel Di Rupo's secret laboratory... Di Rupo was friends with Nero Golden... It's not a secret..."

"...Gordon is very cunning..."

"...Can you escape from Grindelwald without being cunning?"

"...You go back and tell Derry that the result I hope to see will come to fruition. Please be calm and don't be too polite. I will be very grateful..."

"...I don't understand why you are so obsessed with things related to Di Rupo..."

"I was the most favored student of Karel Di Rupo during his lifetime. It is my duty and responsibility as a student to take the teacher's scientific research results to heart..."

"Di Rupo must have done a lot of evil in his previous life to provoke a white-eyed wolf like you...By the way, what are you going to do with that Durmstrang student?"

"...make him shut up completely."

Maroni on the side of the holly tree was trembling like chaff. He was not a fool. Although he didn't understand a lot of the content of the conversation, he could still distinguish between good and bad when he said "shut him up completely". It must not be as simple as shutting up.

Maroney was so frightened that he forgot his stomach ache, and he forgot to worry about why there were two outlaws suddenly appearing on the Durmstrang campus. He relied on his survival instinct to try not to disturb the other end of the holly tree. Wuxin continued to eavesdrop. If possible, he wished he had never heard the voices of the two.

Maroney scrambled forward on the thin snow-covered trail, a little away from the dreaded holly.

He turned the corner awkwardly, and when he couldn't see the holly tree when he looked back, he exhaled fiercely, and unconsciously grabbed a handful of snow in his hand and shook it vigorously, celebrating the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

The crunch of shoes on the snow was heard ahead.

Maroni turned his head like a frightened bird. A senior brother in the sixth grade looked down at him. Maroni loosened his tense muscles immediately. He had an impression of this senior brother, who seemed to be called Kane...

Maroni raised his upper body and was about to speak when the senior brother raised his right hand and pointed the wand directly at him.

Maroney opened his mouth wide in horror.

three,

August looked at the field, "Our team is still lacking in physical strength."

"It's pretty good." Palme glanced at the scoreboard.

70:60

Durmstrang replaced the school team to recover 10 points. Palme knew how difficult it was for the 10-point girls to catch up. Regardless of strength, speed or field experience, the girls of the German school could not compete with the Beauxbaton girls. Varsity teams compete.In Palme's eyes, the meaning of a 10-point difference is no different from winning.

This is the difference between a coach and a bystander.

Palme only sees the good side, and in the eyes of coach Auguste, it is simply horrible.Only by constantly finding fault with yourself and constantly finding faults can you hone your skills and improve your strength to a higher level.In the arena, being satisfied with the present moment is the worst complex.

"You can't be too polite to these students, especially the school team." August hinted that Palme must not be soft-hearted.

"I know proportions," Palme smiled. "Can the bad boys of the school team be compared with the florets of the substitute school team? To put it bluntly, those students are unfucking, self-righteous, and I plan to release them next year to harm others."

"Next year?" August laughed. "The main force of the school team will be in grade 7 next year, and the main force will be retrained."

"You don't know, do you?" Palme looked around deliberately, and approached with joy. "Durmstrang is going to start a professional advanced study. Maybe next year it will start a trial run of recruitment. If the news is correct, the seventh graders in our team are likely to stay in school for further study."

"Have you planned the disappearance?" August couldn't help laughing. "Besides, how do you know that all the kids in the school team are going to stay in school for further study? If they don't have this interest, don't you fetch water from a bamboo basket?"

"It's a big deal to train new people. Anyway, we will screen out good seedlings every year. Maybe next year I will find a second Victor Krum in the school."

August seemed to see his plan, "Well, I'll put it in the substitute school team at that time. I'll work hard to train talents, and you can pick them up at a low price."

"The school team and the substitute school team are always a family, regardless of you and me," Palme leaned against August's side obsequiously. "Which of us is with who?"

August glanced at him without retorting.

Palme grabbed his hand and solemnly promised, "I won't rob you!"

four,

After Heimdall left the secret stand, fiery howls sounded in the arena, the Golden Snitch seemed to come out, and Heimdall rushed towards the rostrum.

He ran into Enrique halfway, and the other party panicked and almost ran into Heimdall head-on.

"What's going on, Enrique?! The game is over?" Heimdall held the opponent's shoulder.

Enrique is the commentator and scorekeeper of this friendly match.

Seeing that it was him, Enrique hurriedly said, "I just received the news that Robert was sent to the school hospital."

Heimdall paused, took back his steps towards the stands, and followed Enrique towards the exit.

"What happened to Maroni?" Heimdall asked.

"Maybe it hurt my stomach." Enrique smiled wryly.

At noon today, he saw with his own eyes Robert Maroney scooping up peas in disbelief. It was too late for him to stop him. It is said that he ate a small bowl... Enrique knew very well about the pea complex that Maroney had cultivated since he was a child.

"Very serious?" Otherwise, he would not have been sent to the school hospital.

"I heard that he passed out on the way to the school hospital, and several students passing by took him to the school hospital."

Without saying a word, Heimdall called out the house elf, let it bring a letter to Carlo, and then followed Enrique to the school hospital.Enrique still dared not say anything. He clearly saw his younger brother eating peas and knew the possible adverse effects of peas on his younger brother's health. Choosing to turn a blind eye, he should take the initiative to take Robert to the school hospital.

If there is something wrong with Robert... Thinking of this, Enrique's feet are so fast that he seems to be flying.

Maroney was still awake when the two arrived at the school hospital.

Enrique was the first to climb the stairs and rushed to the ward on the second floor.

On the first floor, Heimdall saw three brave students who, like Maroni, were in the third grade.

"Master." Zug's smile was full of vigor.

"Good job!" Heimdall nodded to them.

The other two students, Heimdall, are no strangers. They are Zug’s best friends. Among them, the little chubby is Carlo’s valued successor—he has a master’s demeanor in his gestures; He was once taken by Ryan to familiarize himself with the business.

The three children were all smiles when they were praised.

Heimdall handed out a lollipop alone, and the woolen hat was somewhat repulsive.

"We are not children!"

Before the words were finished, the two buddies took the lollipop in a dismantling manner, and the little fat man couldn't wait to tear off the candy wrapper and stuff it into his mouth.The wool hat awkwardly reached out and took the remaining lollipop in his hand.

"Where did you find Maroney?" Heimdall asked.

"Over the holly hedge," said Zug.

"Holly Hedges?"

"Global holly."

Heimdall nodded.

The woolen hat said, "Maroney can still throw up when he's unconscious. He just sprayed Mr. Follett in the face."

Heimdall feigned indifference.

"...Did Mr. Follett examine Maroney?"

"I've done it, he's had a bad stomach."

It's so serious that people are unconscious, like food poisoning.

"Maroni can't eat peas, but he can't restrain himself every time." The woolen hat continued to dig out the unknown side of the classmate.

Little Fatty, who was concentrating on eating the lollipop, suddenly said, "Peas are delicious."

The woolen hat ignored him, "He ate a bowl today, so it's no wonder he doesn't vomit."

It seems that Maroni has done a lot of crimes in normal times.

Heimdall chatted with the three teenagers for a while, then gave some instructions, and watched them leave the school hospital.

He turned and met Mr. Follett's eyes.

Heimdall was taken aback. The school doctor was always elusive. Seeing the other party looking refreshed, he probably went to clean up the vomit.

"Is Maroney's diarrhea serious?" Heimdall asked.

"Diarrhea is easy to solve, just pour some medicine." Mr. Follett said.

Seeing his hesitation, Heimdall asked, "What's wrong? Does he have something else..."

I didn't dare to go on, would it not be a curse if I said too much?

"I suspect he has been tampered with." Mr. Follett frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"I treated Maroney several times for pea-induced diarrhea, and the worst one he didn't faint."

"Maybe it's different this time?"

"As a therapist, I can't quite agree with your speculation. When I checked Maroney's body just now, I found that the cause of his loss of consciousness may not be due to diarrhea."

"What else did you find?" Heimdall asked hastily.

Mr. Follett hesitated, "Whether the human body has been enchanted, apart from the characteristics pointed to by the magic, there are actually other clues to be found."

"What enchantment is he under?"

"I'm not sure, I've only scratched the surface of the matter, and I don't dare jump to judgment..." said Mr. Follett. "Maybe I'm overthinking."

Being knocked unconscious on the Durmstrang campus had no cause whatsoever.

"Mr. Follett," Enrique called from upstairs. "My brother is awake!"