HP's Foreign Land

As soon as he got out of the carriage, Duncan Orville sighed repeatedly in a pretentious manner: "Oh, the sun is so dazzling, I didn't expect it to be so warm here, it can be as warm as my hometown." Then he went to unbutton the summer robe.

The rest of them pretended not to hear.Those who don't know may be really taken aback by his hypocritical appearance.The Orville family originated in the south of France, and is now one of the most famous families in the south.Anyone with a little knowledge of geography knows what the south of France is like—sunshine, beautiful scenery, and gorgeous scenery.A native of the south of France can feel the glare of the British sun...

Duncan was not surprised by everyone's lack of cooperation, and immediately abandoned the weather argument, and searched around, his eyes were like searchlights, shining wherever they fell.But what shines is his wolf heart.

Everyone has long been aware of his repeated insistence on coming together, and they are not surprised to see his behavior now.

Hogwarts sent two teachers to meet them, and after introducing each other, it became known that one was the head of Slytherin and the other was the head of Gryffindor.The principal Karkaroff who led the team was invited away by the head of Gryffindor, and chatted with the headmaster of Hogwarts.Victor, Bernick, Duncan, and Edmund followed the head of Slytherin to other places. When they learned that a certain boy was practicing with the Gryffindor Quidditch team in the school's Quidditch field, they were almost shocked. Everyone showed surprise at the same time.

The head of Slytherin watched coldly, and said, seemingly unintentionally, "Is there something wrong? Mr. Sturluson didn't look very embarrassed when he agreed."

Because the other party is the head of a school and a serious professor, the brothers didn't deliberately perfunctory, but they didn't explain it thoroughly.

"Rig...I mean Sturlusson wasn't very fascinated by the sport, and he didn't take the initiative in school, so we were surprised." Take responsibility; Victor has never been very talkative, so people around him don't expect him to be eloquent; although Duncan can speak English but neglects to practice; Edmund knows almost nothing except some of the simplest everyday expressions.

The dean of Slytherin didn't delve into it, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Although I heard that Sturlusson is the head of the laboratory, does he have no other hobbies besides this?" The hard tone lacked sincerity and was cold Still, this isn't chatting, it's just looking for something to talk about.

The brothers looked at each other, only Edmund was confused and couldn't figure out what they were talking about.

Under the rigid atmosphere of having nothing to say, they arrived at the Quidditch field and boarded the high stands.The head of Slytherin didn't make a sound, and sat on the chair in the grandstand with a straight face.The students in front didn't notice the movement behind them, they only paid attention to the situation in the field.

Bernick's brows sank, and he immediately entered the state, like a radar observing and searching everywhere, and he didn't find a single place, especially the Gryffindor Quidditch team that was training on the field, which became his focus observation object.

Upon seeing this, Duncan immediately laughed and talked with Victor, boasting that Bernick seemed to have the posture of the captain of the school team, and Gu Pan really looked like that.

Victor raised the corners of his lips and looked up after a while. It only took him five seconds to find Heimdall among the brooms scurrying like wasps.He was talking to one of the two identical red-haired teenagers, and not long after, he was talking to a boy with black hair and glasses.Although the distance between them was too far—more than half the distance of the field—Victor couldn’t help but stare intently.

Looks pretty good from a distance, he thought.

In Victor's mind, the British Rigg is another Rigg he doesn't know.I only know a little bit from what Rommel Sturluson or Snow Sturluson talked about before. In fact, Rommel is not [-]% clear about Rigg's previous life. He also learned about it from his brother. , or add other doorways.

The current boss of Sturluson is a shrewd politician, and it is a habit of politicians to trace the source and make insinuations.

Unable to say why, Victor decided in his heart that neither he nor Rommel liked this strange sense of estrangement. Although this estrangement represented Rieg's past, he just didn't like it, and neither did Rommel.Because I mind, so I didn't mention a word.At least in Victor's impression, the Sturluson father and son never mentioned Britain or the past when they talked.Maybe Rigg sensed something and never mentioned it.

This boy is more sensitive than expected...

Victor's heart suddenly moved, and an inexplicable longing gushed out. Before he could figure it out, he found that he had already raised his arms to wave to the field.

"I said brother, can you see this from afar?" Duncan sneered. "You should yell twice. It's useless to just wave your hands. They are all blocked by the people in front." Mr. Orville spared no effort to seize the rare opportunity to tease this outstanding ball seeker.

Victor's hand paused, but he didn't stop, letting the impulse continue to control his limbs.

The boy on the field suddenly looked in this direction. Although the distance made him unable to see the boy's facial features clearly, he could really feel the imminent touch brought by those bright eyes.

Maybe the boy felt it too, because his movements stiffened for a moment, even so, he didn't hesitate because of it, and he rushed over on the broom immediately.

Duncan's exclamation rang in his ears: "Isn't it?! The eyes are so good?" While screaming, he raised his hand to cover his eyebrows and eyes.

Not only Victor, but even Bernick and Edmund joined the waving ranks.

Victor raised the corners of his mouth, more calm than before, as if he had a plan in mind.

***

At this moment, Heimdall's state of mind was completely opposite, and he became more and more disturbed as the distance gradually shortened.He can predict that this is a bad omen without divination.So the damned feeling that he thought he had been thrown to the North Pole (or South Pole), overcome by himself, sprouted solidly again, and the scary thing was that it was even more ferocious than the previous time, and it was overwhelming.

When the uncontrollable impulse was calmed down by the blink of an eye, Heimdall had already flown above the stands. For the first time, he hated his talent for riding a broom—even though he had never felt that he had this talent before. It is impossible to retreat, and his self-esteem does not allow him to be a coward. The matter has come to this point, and he can only bite the bullet.

"Why are you here?" He deliberately stared closely at Bernick, not letting himself look around.

Victor squinted at his less-than-stellar affectation.

"Can't we come?" Bernick pretended to be dissatisfied. "Good boy, don't say hello to us, and come to England to play by yourself." Looking up, he found that the students in front of the stands had given up on the movement in the field and turned to watch them.

"Are you leaving, Sturlusson?" Oliver Wood's voice came from behind, close at hand.

Heimdall turned his head and smiled at him apologetically: "The person who picked me up has already arrived."

Wood was disappointed. "Our training has just begun." He stared at Heimdall with a resentful look of abandonment, and the latter's spine shivered from his staring.

Bernick was intrigued by their conversation. "How do you plan to train? What content? Defense? Attack? Or position practice? Or endurance competition?" He asked innocently and curiously.

Heimdall stared wide-eyed, shocked by his strange tone.Is this Bernick?What is it called?Pretending to be simple?

As soon as Wood heard the excitement, as if he had met a bosom friend, he hurriedly replied: "It is mainly for endurance training, but there is still a practice match, so I want Strulusson to join." He said with bright eyes. "Actually, I am more curious about Durmstrang's training methods, and hope to have the opportunity to learn from each other."

I dare you to see the Durmstrang school team through me.A certain boy sighed in his heart.been exploited...

In a blink of an eye, he saw Victor, who was looking at himself intently. Heimdall's throat tightened, and he wanted to look away, but his eyes seemed to be glued and he couldn't move. He just stared at him defenselessly. People see.Victor suddenly beckoned to him, then pointed to the empty seat beside him.

Is it to let him go down?Conditional reflexes are always faster than answers. By the time Heimdall reacted, he had already jumped off the broom and landed right next to Victor.Although it was absolutely safe to use the high chair as a foothold, Victor still reached out to help him, and he still couldn't refuse.

It took only a short time for the two hands to be released from holding them, but the temperature felt on the palms made Heimdall reluctant to let go and almost lost his composure.After he stood firm, he tried his best to build his mind. Although he felt that this method would not work, it was better than nothing.

It seems necessary to write a letter to my father.Heimdall thought dejectedly.

He found that the boy's mood became inexplicably depressed, and the trace of displeasure buried in his heart disappeared.Thinking of this, Victor laughed at himself.He was originally a little angry, all because of Rieger's attitude when he saw him for the first time, that kind of deliberate indifference that refused to be thousands of miles away.But as soon as he met this boy, his plan fell through. He couldn't glare, sneer, or make a scene. First, he found that as a member of the Krum family, his pride would not He did this; and secondly, because no matter how angry he was, he would not allow himself to be reduced to an uneducated thug or a brute, especially in front of Heimdall Strulusson.

"How are you doing? Are you having fun?" Victor heard himself say.

Heimdall seemed to have been shaken by some kind of shock, and his neck suddenly flinched. Slowly, he raised his eyes and smiled, and replied in a cautious and almost restrained voice: "It's okay." The voice seemed a bit too... clang strong.

As if ignoring his half-smile and stiffness, Victor reached out and grabbed his chin. "Why are you so thin?" He groaned and squeezed lightly. "The chin is so pointed, doesn't Hogwarts give you food?"

"Nonsense!" Heimdall twitched his chin, but couldn't break free. He forgot his chin after hearing these remarks, and glared. "It's just one day, how can you lose weight? It's ridiculous!"

When Victor heard this, his heart darkened, and some kind of sullenness and anxiety that he couldn't even explain clearly flashed in his eyes.Can't wait to say good things for Hogwarts, is it true that as Rommel worried, Rieger is an Englishman after all, and will return to an environment he is not familiar with... He hates the one who did not participate In the past, that sense of powerlessness!

"But the food is not delicious." Heimdall didn't pay attention to the change in Victor's expression. It should be said that he didn't dare to pay attention. He lowered his eyelids and muttered sullenly. "Golden nest and silver nest are not as good as my grass nest, but Durmstrang is better..."

Victor's mood suddenly brightened, so he smiled. "Grass nest? My God!" He shook his head exaggeratedly. "If Headmaster Karkaroff knew what you said about Durmstrang, he would definitely demand a one-on-one duel with you with a wand."

Probably thinking of that funny scene, Heimdall laughed happily.Fair skin, thick and curly eyelashes, bright blue-gray eyes, straight and slender nose, and beautifully shaped coral lips.

Victor was fortunate enough to have seen portraits of the members of the Sturluson family in the past, and he has always been knowledgeable, neither blind nor ignorant. He can conclude that the boy's perfection does not belong to the pure British style. It is typical of the Nordic family.

It's a beautiful and cute little thing - in the frantic moment of wanting to lick and kiss from the snow-white forehead to the soft lips in memory, Victor suddenly stopped, and then couldn't help sighing with a headache.

Still a child...