Odin In The Wizarding World

''Come on, come on. Get up, will you!'' Edward/Odin hears this friend and potential murderer Krum say while shaking him awake. Unable to endure the shaking, he opens his eyes, only to find the Bulgarian right in his face.

Bushing him away, Edward asks. ''What do you want Victor?''

''Have you already forgotten?...'' Asks Krum visibly unhappy with his friends attitude. ''... Really? Wasn't it you who tuned my broom for the qualifying?...'' Still seeing Edward look suspiciously at him, Krum states, as he throws Edward some clothes. ''Seriously? Quidditch? World Cup? Finals? Me Seeker?...''

Hearing the last couple of words, memories of him workin side by side with Krum on an already custom made broom suddenly surface in Edwards mind, as well as other key information.

Seeing understanding dawn on his friend/rival, Krum laughts. ''Ah, I see it. You remember...'' Hugging Edward, Krum notes. ''... You my friend have lost weight again. Didn't I tell you to eat insted of playing with your chemicals. Food and sport are good for not only bron but brain!''

Remembering his friends insane work out routine of sitting in a mostly frozen waterfall for hours, the former Allfather can only shake his head in disbelief. ''Yea, yea, I know. Hey, how is Swedlana?''

''Ah, you know woman... Sometimes they love you, sometimes they hate you...'' States Viktor avoiding the topic of his now ex girlfriend, while Edward gets dressed.

Approximately half an hour later, Victor and Edward exit the dormitories of Dumstrang and head for the castles central fireplace, while carrying their suitcases. Grabbing a handfull of Floo Powder each, they step right into the glowing embers. Throwing the Powder into the flames, they say simultaneously ''Dartmoor, England'', before they vanish in a bold of green light.

Dartmoor, England seconds later...

Stepping out of a beam of green light aswell as a very crowded fireplace, Edward and Krum walk across the field and they see a massive crowd

gathered, instantly recognising Victor and cheering, while other are seting up tents all over the place.

Enjoying the crowed of cheering fans, Victor slapps Edwards bony sholder saying with a smile. ''Welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!''

As they walk through the crowd, taking in the sights. Music is being played while people fly overhead on brooms. Closing in on a closed up area of tents that are either black and red or white and green, they approach a midsized tent.

As they enter the tent, whichs inside is many times bigger than the outsides, Edward gets really annoyed about the inherent stupidity in this worlds application of magic. Having perfected that exact same magic by creating subspaces inside crystals, when still beeing mortal centuries ago, the former Allfather can only blame a lack of scientific guidelines.

Shaking his head Edward is shown his quaters neighbouring Krums by Krum.

Hearing some noises from the entrance Krum curses saying. ''Sorry brother, but I have to go. Interviews and stuff. Just make yourself at home. See you later.''

That said, Krum leaves to join his team mates and talk to reporters eager to meet him. Happy to be once again left alone, Odin aka the new Edward retreaves an enchanted flask from his coat. Having discovered it, when getting ready to go, he remembered it's contance, Veritaserum aka Truth Serum. A potion that can be used to gain the truth from anyone. Three drops of this colourless, water-like fluid are enough to force the drinker to reveal their deepest secrets. As such, the Ministry of Magic has restricted its usage.

The original Edward was given the flask and it contents by his mysterious uncle and now it would help Odin to catch his murderer...

In the evening Edward joins hundred thousand witches and wizards that are taking their places in the seats, which rose in levels around the long oval field. Everything is suffused with a mysterious golden light, which seemed to come from the stadium itself. The field looked smooth as velvet from their lofty position. At either end of the field stood three goal hoops, fifty feet high, right opposite him, almost at Edward's eye level, is a gigantic blackboard.

Taking in the atmosphere, the former Allfather hhas to admit that despite their backward knowledge in magic, these wizards know hot to party. Looking at the gigantic black board from his VIP seat he sees gold writing that kepts dashing across it as though an invisible giant's hand were scrawling upon the blackboard and then wiping it off again. Watching it, Edward sees flashing advertis.e.m.e.nts across the field. As the ceremonies begin. Balloons fly and fireworks go off.

''It's the Irish!'' He hears someboy say near by, the moment five green and white figures fly through the air on their brooms leaving a colored trail behind them. A glittering leprechaun appears in the sky and starts dancing. Everyone is excited.

Unimpressed, Ethen leans back, just in time to hear somobody nearly cry. ''And here come the Bulgarians!''

Five red figures this time, one of them performs a stunt on his broom. One of them appears on the large screen. The crowd begins to chant 'Krum, Krum, Krum'.

-F.u.c.k! I guess I will have to look into this 'sport a bit more.- Thinks Edward, as he Viktor waves to a roaring crowd.

''Good evening! It gives me great p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e to welcome each and every one of you to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup. Let the match begin!'' An announcer says over the stadiums loudspeakers as the teams line up facing off against each other. The moment the announcement ends a tiny shiny ball is released that instantly shoots up into the sky starting the game...

What followed was a nerve wrecking as Irish Chaser, Troy scored the first goal of the match. After another two Irish goals, Ivanova registered Bulgaria's opening score. Then Ireland's Seeker Aidan Lynch was fooled by Viktor Krum's Wronski Feint, but managed to continue play after the aid of some mediwizards. Fifteen minutes later Ireland had stretched their lead to 130-10, when their Chaser Mullet was fouled by the Bulgarian Keeper, Zograf, and was awarded a penalty. This led to anarchy, with another penalty being awarded to Ireland and referee Hassan Mostafa being distracted by the Veela. Quigley sent a Bludger towards Krum which broke his nose. Lynch then spotted the Snitch, but was beaten in the race for it by Krum. Despite this, Ireland still ran out the victors. The final score was 170-160. The Irish team performed a l.a.p of honour before being presented with the Quidditch World Cup in the stadium's Top Box.

''Oh, come one!...'' States Edward, handing a wine cup to an exhausted Victor following the game, shortly after they enter their tent. Seeing the seeker empty the cup in one ho before shaking his head, he continues saying. ''... You did your job. The fault lies with anybody but you.''

Shacking his head in misery, Krum says as he hands Edward his now empy cup. ''I could have just prevented Lynch from getting the Snitch instead of catching it.''

Meanwhile Edward has already refilled Victors cup and laced it with three drops of Truth Serum. Handing the cup back to Krum, he tells his friend/ murder suspect. ''I am not saying that you couldn't have done that, but you have to admit, that you would have never done that...'' Seeing Krum once again empty his cup, he instantly changes the subject. ''... Did you try to kill me?...''