HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 878 Losing, losing, always getting used to it

one,

The atmosphere in the locker room of the Bulgarian national team was heavy. The head coach Milan Maric, who has always dared to speak out and scold without scruples, remained silent for the first time. The players were overwhelmed by the grief of losing. Bloody head.

They caught the Snitch but still lost the game.

The goalkeeper is crying, the seven-foot-tall rough guy knew before the Snitch showed up that he couldn't win, he had thousands of reasons to justify himself, but he knew the reason was in him-the whole game was muddled and didn't know He didn't shirk responsibility for what he was doing—neither in words nor in his heart, he was swallowed up by an overwhelming sense of guilt.

At the end of the game, the main seeker, who tried his best to save the last bit of face for Bulgaria's loss, was still panting. Today's game environment is quite harsh. The players who have struggled for 11 hours in the sun and high temperature have nothing but mental blows In addition, you have to face physical exhaustion and aggravated pain.

Only the seekers of the two teams who have personally experienced the moment when you fight for each other at the end of the game can understand the hardship and difficulty-the Golden Snitch was as erratic as if they had taken a euphoria, and the Dominican seekers were slightly inferior technically. But this flaw cannot shake the fact that they have advanced to the semi-finals; Bulgaria, which has the Golden Snitch in its pocket, has to pack up in advance and bid farewell to the World Cup journey.

The biggest upset since the start of the Quidditch World Cup this time shocked millions of fans. The world champion four years ago was overthrown by a dark horse. It was even a weak team that couldn't even provide a substitute.

Victor gasped enough and stood up, the whole locker room moved, and the players stared like frightened birds.

"Don't you take a shower?" Victor said and walked into the bathroom.

The quality of the arenas used during the World Cup is uneven. Although the Quidditch League has set strict standards for both inside and outside the arena, it still can’t stand the local wizarding government’s obedience. As long as the competition venue meets the standards, the Quidditch League usually turns a blind eye.Therefore, teams from all over the world would pray for a good arena before the game. The Bulgarian team encountered an arena that was not equipped with a bathroom more than once, and the players could only use cleaning spells to deal with the sweaty smell after the game.

There are bathrooms in today's arena, so the master will naturally not be polite. There are winners and losers in the game, and there is no eternal winner in the arena.Even if you lose, don't you have a bad day?If Victor was just an ordinary player, he would probably be more sincere when he was sad than the players. Losing did make him feel sad, but the master is different from other players. He has received professional training from the Referee Council and has studied psychology. Auxiliary courses, better than the team members know how to adjust the negative emotions that are drowning themselves.

Until the sound of running water came from the half-open door, the atmosphere in the locker room became slightly loose, and the players gradually came back to their senses.The players imitated Victor and patted the goalkeeper on the shoulder before entering the bathroom. The tolerance of the friends made the goalkeeper who had finally calmed down burst into tears again.

Conversations gradually sounded in the bathroom.

The coaching staff, who were silent from beginning to end, also eased up. When the head coach left the locker room, he touched the goalkeeper's head, and the two-meter-tall man sitting on the small bench raised his neck and cried loudly.

Union staff came to the Bulgarian team's locker room as a matter of routine and asked if the Bulgarian team would accept post-match interviews.

The head coach initially planned to refuse, but the psychological quality of the players made her change her mind. She told the staff that the Bulgarian national team would attend the press conference as scheduled.

The first assistant coach couldn't hide his worry, "This is the hardest fall for the Bulgarian team in four years."

They didn't even make it to the top four. It's unbelievable when you think about it. The goddess of victory is really moody.

"Our girls and boys are not unable to withstand setbacks." The head coach smiled calmly.

The first teaching assistant thought for a while and said, "Have you thought about the future?"

The Bulgarian Ministry of Magic chose a female coach to be the head coach against all opinions. Now the public opinion in the country is still upside down, and the paranoid who persist in badmouthing Maric may be jumping around. , he can see tomorrow's report that makes things worse.

Coach Maric thanked the assistant for his care, "The national team will face the European Cup two years later, and the contract I signed with the Bulgarian national team will end at that time. I have to bear certain responsibilities for this game, and I should not trust blindly My own judgment, knowing that the team members are in a different state, but still being stubborn..."

The first assistant coach quickly relieved the coach that things are impermanent, and the assistant coach thought that it would be good for the head coach to have a bottom line in his heart. To be honest, he is still very willing to cooperate with Ms. Maric.This witch is clear-headed and has a clear policy. She won't be caught off guard by being unpredictable, and she won't play her temper to make it difficult for the teaching assistants. Just knowing how to take responsibility is enough to look down on the Quidditch coaching world.

"Before the game, I heard that the director of the Department of Magical Sports of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic wanted to visit our players in the locker room. Just now, my assistant told me that Mr. Director has gone back." The first assistant teacher revealed the truth after deliberating for a long time.

This is the most intense and direct blow that the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic has expressed dissatisfaction with Maric.

The politician is quite realistic, Maric is not a fledgling rookie, and the director's move did not surprise her.If the opponent still insists on the same plan after losing, it will be impressive.If this guy dies, it will be the fate of the director of the Department of Magical Sports.

Coach Maric returned to the player's locker room and said to the cleanly groomed players: "Come with me to the post-match press conference later, everyone is an adult, I will stop talking about those clichés about coaxing children. "

The players nodded knowingly.

two,

After the game, the local tycoon Kenny didn't leave the private room in a hurry. There must be chaos outside, so he couldn't rush to get a sense of presence.Just after the game ended, his first reaction was to take out his pocket for the magic mirror, but he gave up with a slight movement of his fingers. Chairman Kenny asked the house elf to fill his cup and planned to go out later.

Unexpectedly, the sky didn't go his way, someone knocked on the door of the private room, learned the identity of the visitor from the house elf, and agreed to let it go after a moment of consideration.

Walking through the door was Robbie Morgan, Chairman of the Board of the Kenmare Kestrel.

Kenmare Kestrel has two major shareholders, the two shareholders have the same number of holdings, one is Robbie Morgan in front of me; the other is a local wizard spirits supplier in Wales, which provides the entire Wales region Flame whiskey and other spirits, so Morgan, the chairman of the board of directors, has water, and he can't say anything in the club.

The local tycoon Kenny still has a certain understanding of the Kenmare Kestrel, otherwise he would not have made an offer to the club at the beginning, and he would not have done the stupid thing of paying out money without knowing the details, but others do not know that the words and deeds of the local tyrant Jin are very deceptive Sex, there are not a few wizards who think he is a fool.

The trinity of CEO, chairman, and boss like Tutyul Jin is the ultimate state that all CEOs and non-boss presidents dream of, so the hatred value fixed on him remains high.

"Unfortunately." The uninvited Morgan sat down.

"Stop pretending, just laugh if you want, Dominica is much easier to deal with than Bulgaria." The local tyrant Kenny made no secret of his contempt.

The local tycoon Jin’s unkind words did not anger Morgan. He smiled. It is indeed a good thing for Wales that Bulgaria lost. God's gift, the fans outside are going crazy.

Expectations are always unreasonably high for former champions.

"Wales will avenge you." Chairman Morgan smiled maliciously.

The local tycoon Kenny was indifferent, "I don't have a deep hatred with Dominica, and I'm not a Bulgarian, so I can't talk about revenge, but are you sure Wales can win?"

"Of course, you have also seen that the Dominica is nothing to fear, and the strength of the Welsh team cannot be underestimated." Morgan was extremely conceited.

Several members of the Welsh team play for the Kenmare Kestrels, and he is confident in the strength of his ace.

"Where's the world champion?" the local tyrant Kenny asked.

Morgan didn't answer the question right away, and later said euphemistically: "The Welsh team performed well this year." He still had some reservations about the championship, and didn't want to make a joke.

"You ask this..." Morgan asked worriedly.

Kenny didn't play tricks, "For the sake of the bet, Bulgaria lost, and we must find a way to get it back from the championship. You seem to be a champion, can you give a clear answer? Just nod to ensure that the championship is inevitable, and I will increase it." The chips are on Wales."

Morgan didn't ask him how much he was going to press. Morgan wanted to know how much the Bulgarian team made him lose. I believe that there are no wizards who have devoted themselves to the Quidditch business now that they don't want to know.

"I'll go back and ask for you." Chairman Morgan finally left such a reply, but he didn't really know what to do.

Can I ask a champion?The local tyrant Jin didn't care, he raised his hand and poured a drink into his mouth.

Morgan is a very savvy person. Kenny didn't issue a clear order to evict the guest. He took the initiative to leave and asked casually before leaving, "I have a few friends who want to meet you. Is it convenient for you to meet?"

"time and location."

Morgan immediately said: "The day of the Welsh semi-final, it was at the Liberty Arena in Tehran."

The local tycoon Kenny didn't think darkly that the other party took the opportunity to be disgusting.

Morgan left in good spirits.

The local tyrant Jin looked at the closed door and muttered, he was much more capable than director Stubb, and he was almost bypassed by him, but in the end the other party also achieved his goal, and Stuub's useless old guy was 3 Galleons I sold myself, and the matter has not been completed.No wonder Morgan can fight against a group by himself, but Stubb is willing to spend his whole life in a small club and rely on others.

three,

The local tyrant Kenny who left the arena was still chased and blocked by dedicated reporters on the parking lot. Chairman Kenny couldn't help but hate him. If he knew this, he would remove the disguise in the bathroom of the arena and run to the Bulgaria team's locker room to do that. Three thousand weak waters only take a scoop of Xieyuhua to drink.

Stared at by pairs of bright eyes, surrounded by bloody mouths, and harassed by repeated questions, the local tyrant Kenny felt extremely uncomfortable under the continuous display of flashing lights.

The most frequently asked by the reporters is whether he is disappointed with Krum. People can already foresee that the value of the Dominican players will not be lower after the game. On the contrary, the Bulgarian players have greatly depreciated. Krum was the first to bear the brunt.Supporters will find it unfair that Krum finally caught the Snitch. The problem is that most people in the world only look at the results and don't pursue the details of success or failure.The performance of the players is closely related to the winning or losing of the team, and the success of the team is also the loss of the team.

The owners of the major clubs are advocates of pragmatism, and Klum's transfer offer in half a year will definitely not be the same as it is today.

"I won't lower the price to insult Mr. Kroom, 2000 million, he deserves it!" Kenny, a local tycoon, put his heart on Mingyue, but the implication was that Mingyue shines on the ditch.This is complaining about Krum's ignorance of good and bad. The local tyrant Jin vividly interprets the dejection, and Shaking M is played to the fullest.

Under constant questioning from the reporters, the local tycoon Kenny said, "In 11 consecutive hours of games, Krum's performance on the court is remarkable. As a fan, I think there is nothing to blame. I can only blame the empathy of the goddess of victory today." Don't fall in love."

Just a few words are enough for tabloid reporters to open their minds freely.

The local tyrant Jin had a premonition that these words would be embellished by the tabloids, and he would reap more hatred and abuse, especially the Dominican fans, who would probably call him a fan of brains.An idiot fan is an idiot fan, anyway, he only paid attention to the master.The local tycoon Kenny forcibly suppressed the urge to ask the master immediately to ask for his health, and he was even more disgusted with the reporters who were relentless and unwilling to give up.These people have really bad eyesight, don't you see that I am impatient!

"It's okay to lose."

The reporters were about to retreat, when Kenny, the local tycoon, suddenly made an astonishing remark, which made the reporters overjoyed, and surrounded them back in overjoyed manner.

The local tycoon Kenny went on to "talk to himself": "I still have to worry about waiting for a while. Now that the Bulgarian team has lost, Mr. Krum, who has returned to the Vulcan team, has time and energy. The Kron Knight Arena has not yet opened. Open the dust cloth."

The last sentence is of course a joke, but what Chairman Kenny said is true. Ice Ridge Krona’s home court has been idle since the opening. Members of the national team have no time to deal with competitions other than the World Cup during their service for the country, let alone a friendly match that does not count scores or rankings.

Unexpectedly, in the heart of the local tycoon Kenny, the World Cup, which has attracted millions of wizards, is not as important as the opening match of his own arena. If it were someone else, the reporters would be able to choke back on the spot. Saying it seems to be able to figure out some profound connotations of righteousness and confidence.

"Everyone is coming on the day of the race. I will circle favorable terrain for everyone to interview randomly." Local tycoon Kenny chatted with the reporters in a friendly manner, and happily boarded the carriage.

The reporters recalled what he meant, the opening game of the Krone Arena and the World Cup final will be different, and it is more likely to be held on the same day?

This is really... so beautiful, how many club owners are there in the world who dare to challenge the World Cup?With such a boss at the stall, is the future of Bingji Krona happy or sad?Regardless of what happened to the Ice Ridge Krona, the journalists who were afraid of chaos were very happy.

A bold reporter rushed to the front, quickly blocking the carriage door that was about to close.

"Chairman Kenny, can you tell us how many Galleons you lost in the Bulgarian team's defeat?"

Although the other reporters lamented that they were not as quick-witted as this colleague, they all held their breaths and waited for the answer wisely.

The silent time of local tycoon Kenny was horrifyingly long. As time went on, the astronomical numbers dragged by a string of zeros doubled, doubled, and then doubled in the reporters' brains.

In the end, the local tyrant Jin said quietly: "All the money from the private house has been pasted in."

The expensive and sturdy black-maned Sahara with streaked golden fur made a deafening neigh, raised its hooves, galloped and flapped its wings, instantly rolling up a layer of loess.

Looking at the carriage flying farther and farther in the air, the reporters on the ground looked at each other amidst the smog, how much is the private house money?

four,

The loss of the Bulgarian team had more impact than expected. Among other things, Heimdall received wave after wave of Floo connection applications after returning home. This is still based on prudence. Except for close relatives, close Except for Jiyou, the fireplace in the Knight's Building was not connected to other Floo networks of unknown origin.

The animal friends were exceptionally well-behaved and clever, and returned home early.The pods that like to scurry around have their tails clamped and they squat in one place.Mionir was deeply affected, with a worried little face, Heimdall was overjoyed, picked up his son and kissed him a few times, and then patiently dispelled his son's unfounded worries.

Draco was still staying in the Knights House these days, and he was as silent as a saw-mouth gourd when he came back from get off work.

"It's not that I lost, stop making trouble!" Heimdall couldn't help laughing.

Master loses a ball as if the earth stops spinning.

Draco was confused, "Is Krum coming back today?"

"Where are you going if you don't come back?" If the master dared to make an excuse to go out and have fun, Heimdall would prevent his little brother from seeing the sun tomorrow.

"How am I going to face him when he comes back?"

Heimdall was speechless, "Aren't you planning to go home today? I'll drive you back." Emma, ​​in her lifetime, could actually say "I'm driving...", Heimdall was so unrestrained.

"When did I say I was going home?" Draco was tongue-tied.

"Didn't you say it? I saw it myself, how understanding I am." Without saying a word, I grabbed my cousin's arm and walked out.

"You chased me?!" Draco finally understood.

"As a cousin, shouldn't you leave room for the cousin's family who urgently need to mend their wounded soul?"

"Don't you care about it?"

This brat is really not likable at all!

Heimdall gave some instructions to the son who was chased out, and then stuffed his cousin into the car.

"I want to live a two-person world with my husband. The process may be quite intense. Don't stay in the Knight's Tower to block your eyes." Heimdall said deliberately fiercely.

Draco was relieved, that's why he didn't stay, cousin, why are you usually very intense, and it's going to be a needle eye.Master Malfoy, who was alone and alone, felt that it was time for him to put the plan of finding a suitable mate into his to-do list.

Fives,

Declining the invitation of the Malfoy family, Heimdall frequently waved his wand at the dashboard, stepped up his horsepower and rushed back to the Knights' Tower.

Heimdall walked quickly into the living room, and Victor had already returned, talking with Mionnier in his arms.Heimdall's footsteps paused slightly at the entrance of the living room, and the master's face looked normal.

Victor found him, and also noticed the strangeness that he hadn't had time to clean up. He twitched his lips, "Do you think I'm going crazy too?"

"I've never seen you go crazy." Heimdall walked over to sit on the sofa and looked at his face carefully. "How about it, can you still get used to it?"

A smile appeared on Victor's face, and he put down his son: "I just lost a game."

Heimdall relaxed and fell on the back of the sofa, that's right, how could his male god be so weak.

"Mionir said Draco went back?" Victor grabbed Heimdall's hand.

Heimdall leaned over anxiously, with a look on his face that I thought about you: "I drove him home, so feel free to hide in my arms and cry!"

Victor really followed the trend, but instead of hiding in Heimdall's arms, he hugged Heimdall into his arms and opened his mouth.

Heimdall was almost pissed off by the master's passionate kiss, "...I have something to say...you just...can't wait..."

The master stopped picking at Heimdall's shirt, and said earnestly, "Please comfort me." He buried his head and continued to pick without waiting for Heimdall's response.

It was the right choice for Master Malfoy to go back. When the master took off Heimdall's outer pants all the way, Mionnell and the animal friends quickly moved their positions under Hina's guidance. Peeping from room to room, until the big daddy dragged the little daddy and lay down on the carpet in front of the fireplace, the sofa blocked the baby's view, and then gave up.

When Heimdall realized that this guy was going to fight him for [-] rounds tonight, his ass suddenly felt cold. The master used up the wrong magic, threw off his wand, and rushed in with his gun. He wanted to talk about it at first. Heimdall in the friendly match could only take over the challenge first, temporarily abandoning everything else, and devoted himself fully to the men-to-men battle that made people feel the eyes of the needle.

After the round ended, Heimdall tremblingly held up the white handkerchief. Victor laughed silently and fell beside Heimdall. The carpet was messed up by their fight.The master, who was slightly obsessed with cleanliness, couldn't lie down. He sat up and groped for the wand at the side, quickly rearranged it, and then lay down again.

Heimdall was drowsy, but his stomach was a little empty. They hadn't had dinner yet.

Victor ignored Heimdall's push and pushed him into his arms and rubbed him. Heimdall, who was touched and about to react, protested again and again before he pulled him up, and just hugged the same naked man naked. Heimdall went into the bathroom connected to the kitchen.

The two were running hot water under the shower, and Victor swirled Heimdall with bubbles in his hands.

"How much did you lose?" Victor's tone sounded like an understatement, but in fact it was a little tense. Others might not be able to hear it, but it couldn't escape the ears of the person next to the pillow.

"All the private money was put in."

"all?"

"All."

Victor remained silent, and Heimdall's kisses failed to relieve the master's depression.

Heimdall's private house money is hard-earned, it is saved by his daily careful planning for more than ten years, which includes the income from a small shop under the name of Heimdall; when he was six years old, he learned to read wizard newspapers and participated in various publications. The bonus from selling second-hand items in the school and making magic products in the name of the experimental research laboratory; there are also dividends from investing in Weasley's joke store, participation in the production of joke store sales, etc...

The sound of rushing water was heard in the bathroom for a while, and Heimdall didn't take pains to find words of comfort, the master didn't need those.

as predicted.

"Tell me what you want to tell me now, I'm afraid I won't have time later." The master made various attacks tonight as if rushing to reincarnate.

"I want to ask when the Vulcan team is going to fulfill their promise." Heimdall seized the time.

The master paused, pretending to be wronged and said: "I just lost the game."

"Bah, bah, what do you mean you lost the game? It was the Bulgarian team that lost. You caught the Snitch and successfully completed the task assigned to you by the team. This fully proves that your status as a seeker is unshakable." Haim Dahl is extremely defensive.

Victor lowered his head and kissed his partner's chattering mouth. Heimdall not only felt his partner's enthusiasm, but also took a mouthful of bath water.Little Papa's little mouth will be spoiled by big Papa.

"I will return to the training base of the Vulcan team as soon as possible." The master promised.

"If you don't let them go, you can use Kenny as an excuse and blame it all on Kenny." Heimdall instructed.

The loss of the Bulgarian team will definitely cause an uproar in the country. What Victor wants to appease is not the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, but the fans who have always supported him.After the master became famous, the team he stayed in rarely lost. This time the World Cup has become a big mess.

Victor didn't respond, but the movements of his hands became more gentle.

Heimdall knew that the master would not do that, seeing him "escape" like this, he stopped holding on to him.

"Although I'm not a snitch, it doesn't matter if I use a little force." Heimdall was tickled by the master.

These words made the master laugh, and the laughter echoed in the narrow bathroom. Little Papa couldn't help being a nympho, and Emma was so sexy.

"If you were a golden snitch, I would wear a thread to hang on my chest every day." Victor wiped the bubbles on Heimdall's chin.

Xiaoyou, are you talking about love to yourself? Little Papa ejaculated in embarrassment.