HP's Foreign Land

"Boy named Victor, can you afford Rigg?"

"Our house..."

"I'm talking about you, not the Krum family." Rommel said with a stern expression and an indifferent tone. "Real estates, farmland, servants, working capital... and even the ancestral house are all wealth created by the ancestors of the Kroom family for future generations, and they are the shelter of the ancestors. Tell me, which one of them is related to you? Which ones are you? The great achievements of Master Ke Da?"

Victor was silent, he was speechless in the face of such questioning.

Rommel's expression changed, he no longer had the careless and lazy attitude just now, his pupils gradually turned cold, and there was a faint glint of prey: "I have seen many examples of prodigals, and it is natural to squander with ancestral property. Still smug and self-important. How should these people be defined? Dude? Stupid?"

Perhaps awed by Rommel's majesty under the gloomy face, or perhaps made speechless by a series of questions, Victor was expressionless and silent from beginning to end.

Rommel smoothed the fine wrinkles on the robe, and watched the reaction of the person opposite with sharp eyes.

"It's probably because I'm old, and it's easy to complicate the problem." He changed the topic, and suddenly relaxed, as if the problem was solved in a blink of an eye. "I'm not old and stubborn. I'm a young man. My temper is not stable. Playing games is harmless. Anyway, I'm just a son like Lige. It's okay to raise him for the rest of his life. If he wants to play now, let him play. I believe he knows. Proper."

Victor frowned, feeling a trace of uneasiness in his heart. "We're not playing a game." Finally he fought back, with a hint of exasperation.

Rommel sneered twice, and his tone was unexpectedly soft, "Young people always like to do this, and they repeatedly emphasize that it is not a game before the end of the game." He is as magnanimous as a kind elder, but his tone is creepy.

Victor clenched his fists, trying not to let Rommel rub off his spirit. "I... like him very much. It's definitely not that kind of frivolous feeling." It was slightly like talking to himself, but the two Mr. Strulusson could clearly hear it.

Victor suddenly raised his eyes to look at Rommel, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth: "Do you think of your son like this? Or do you not believe that he has this ability at all? In fact, he has completely fascinated me."

Rommel's loose eyes froze suddenly, and after a long time, he lowered his eyes halfway, picked up the teacup and took a sip of warm tea, "After all, you just refuse to give up."

In order to make his position clear, Victor asked aggressively, "Do you really want me to give up?"

Rommel was not angry either. He put down his teacup, leaned back on the sofa, and smiled mockingly: "Then wait and see, time is everything."

***

Victor put down the Nine Links in his hand, and the thin morning light shone into the room through the cracks in the curtains.

No sleep for one night.

After having a tit-for-tat conversation with Rommel Strulusson, he became much clearer, and a clear road unfolded before him, allowing him to recognize the direction.He used to think that as long as there is Lige, everything will be ready, but he thought too simply.What qualifications does he have to talk about the future, what qualifications to give guarantees, and what qualifications to let Rieg live with him willingly.

He, Victor Krum, took himself too seriously. Everything he had was brought to him by his family, and once he left, he would have nothing.

He can't make any promises.

【Victor, you will be fine. You are the heir of the Krum family, and you will take up this burden one day.Grandma will leave everything to you.everything. 】He grew up in the expectation of his family, the road under his feet was paved by his grandmother, the goal of his struggle was expected by his grandmother, and the rigorous teachings were emphasized by his grandmother, all he had to do was follow.His life exists for the surname of Krum, and what he bears on his shoulders is the heavy shackles called "heirs". He cannot violate, resist, struggle, and must be willing. This is all for the family.He reminded himself over and over again.

Still, he couldn't help being jealous of Bernick.Cousin without shackles; cousin who is happy; cousin who asks stupid questions and is not scolded; Cousin praised for riding a broomstick...

He envied Bernick's freedom and envied that he was not as dull and boring as himself.

Victor rolled over and got out of bed and opened the curtains. The morning sun shone through the glass on his face. He closed his eyes: If there is no Rieg, his life will go on like this...

Everything he has so far has been given, forged, laid, and forced by others, and only Rigg has been grasped by himself.

Only Rig.

Victor opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Jiu Lianhuan lying on the pillow, his eyebrows relaxed, and he clenched his fists and murmured, "There will be such a day."

***

Heimdall followed his father and uncle, saying goodbye to the three seniors who were about to return to school.

Unlike Bernick and Duncan who were anxious, Victor, one of the parties involved, was as calm and relaxed as usual.

They dragged their luggage and said clichéd farewell words, and the farewell scene was extra polite and insincere due to the surveillance of the two adults.

At the moment when he turned to leave, Victor suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Heimdall, pulling him towards him, and the two almost collided because of too much force.Heimdall gasped in surprise.Victor lowered his head and grasped his lips precisely, stretched out his palms against his back, and hugged him possessively.The tip of the tongue quickly licked the boy's lips, seized the opportunity to nibble and rub together, and kissed fiercely.

The lips of the two were glued together, and the bodies fit together so that there was no gap.

Heimdall felt that he was going to be on fire. He felt that Victor was coaxing him to open his mouth with his tongue. After a while, he threw away his armor, surrendered his arms and surrendered—the nimble tongue was attacking the city, creating waves, and encroaching on his senses. , teasing him to dance with it, a stream of blood rushed straight to his brain, making him completely lose his ability to think.The intense tongue-to-tongue intertwining made him unable to extricate himself, like a drug addict, addicted to it again and again...

Maybe Victor did something to him, performed some kind of magic that he didn't know about.

As menacing as it was, the ending was equally unguarded—Victor ended the kiss with a nibble on his lower lip.

Heimdall could only gulp in the air instinctively, his drowsy mind couldn't make any judgments, and the sound of rough and heavy breathing came——

"I'll be waiting for you at school." The boyfriend's voice was tight and low.

He nodded.

Victor stretched out two fingers to slowly caress Heimdall's ear, gently stroking the tender skin, and when the fingers slipped to Heimdall's chin, he suddenly raised his head and glanced, then lowered his eyes to Heimdall's ear. Mudar licked his fingers with his eyes, then turned around and left with his luggage.

The other two, dumbfounded, just realized it, and hurriedly chased after him.

Bernick gapes from ear to ear in shock.

Duncan sighed and gave his best friend a thumbs up.

Rommel supported his son who was a little staggering, and there was an urge to laugh out loud in his heart.Deliberately acting so blatantly in front of him was nothing more than a real challenge. Of course he saw the provocative look in that kid's eyes before he left.

The matter has been exposed, so why don't you worry about it?

Too tender and needs a good grind.A certain father snorted coldly in his heart.

The sudden sound of the door opening sounded, Rommel saw his younger brother pushing the door open with a gloomy expression, he squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, and then took Heimdall, who seemed a little cramped due to the previous "excessive" behavior, and started to walk around the street.

***

On August [-]th, Heimdall also received a letter from Lefey Ness and a list of next school year's class schedule and matching textbooks from Durmstrang.

Buying books is not a big problem, and the bookstore in Kapok Ancient Town can meet the needs.Just as he was about to open Lefey Nice's letter, Niall's shout echoed in the old house: "Rig! Come down!"

When Heimdall came to the living room, the first thing Heimdall saw was Neil standing in front of the fireplace, happily holding a clothing catalog in her hands, pulling him over and eagerly asking him to show her one by one.The magic world is convenient. You don’t need to try on clothes manually when you buy clothes. You can directly put on the clothes by clicking on the clothes with the magic wand in the catalog, and you can also scale them according to your body shape.Of course, this is a kind of illusion-like magic, there is no real thing at all, and the people who try it on are actually wearing their own clothes.Each set of clothes can be kept on the body for 5 minutes, and it will disappear automatically when it is out of date.

He took out his wand, took the catalog, and experimented one set after another according to Neil's requirements, and then let others comment.Too convenient is also inconvenient.Heimdall sighed like a philosopher again.

Rommel sat on the sofa watching all this with great interest, and blended into it without any struggle—from time to time he made his own suggestions, or echoed Neil's ideas, causing a certain date fanatic to go out of control.

Heimdall hadn't seen Snow in front of him for several days. What he saw was either from the back or from the side, and he was rarely willing to give him a close-up.At first, Heimdall suspected that the uncle was hiding from him on purpose, but later he was DELed by him, thinking it was unreasonable.Snow has always been a busy person, and there are so many and complicated things about British Quidditch. In addition, Mr. Director is a person who strives for perfection, so it is normal for him to be busy early in the morning and late in the evening.He quickly put the matter behind him, and privately told Xi Na to help Cheese take more care of its owner.

After changing an unknown number of sets of clothes, Nier suddenly stopped picking and choosing the seams of the trouser legs, stood up straight and wondered: "I didn't realize it before, but you actually grow a lot taller." She gestured twice with the palm of her hand. Looking down on the tops of himself and Heimdall, he found that the boy was almost as tall as her.It's only been away for more than a year, and he had just reached his chin before.

Neil's height is lower than the average height of British witches, but she is definitely not short. At 1.7 meters, she is not enough to stand out from the crowd, but she is still graceful and slender.And the date fanatic has always been confident in her bulging figure.

Heimdall was very happy, thinking that at the age of thirteen, he was nearly 1.7 meters tall. According to his growth, he had a good chance of catching up with his boyfriend or even surpassing him.Just as he was dreaming happily, Rommel suddenly said: "It seems that the vegetables we usually eat are still very helpful."

Heimdall immediately came to his senses: "Eat more meat to grow taller." What's the use of just eating the stems of leaves!I have personally witnessed the terrifying appearance of my father's "excessive power", so some words will be automatically cut off before they are shipped.

Rommel raised his eyebrows and cut off the topic without comment.While Heimdall was secretly thankful, he felt warm in his heart. Rommel disliked others playing tricks on him. It seemed that he was quite tolerant of himself.

After Neil finally let Heimdall go out with the catalog in her arms, Rommel said without raising his head, "I'm going back to the old house tomorrow."

Heimdall understood what he meant to follow, so he nodded and said yes, then sat beside him and opened the letter to read.

Rommel didn't say anything else, looking down at the toy in his hand.What he played was nothing else, but Heimdall's boyfriend caught him for a week and didn't let him go.According to a certain father, what Victor Krum can solve will he not be able to solve?Especially when a certain son thoughtlessly said something like testing his IQ, he became even more aggressive.

Heimdall admired his boyfriend very much, and spent a week disassembling and reassembling the Jiulianhuan.I just hold it in my hand and play with it when I have nothing to do. I have never seen such a persistent person.It seems that if you look for a goal, you will go all the way to the end, and you will never stop until you get a result.

This obsession deeply stimulated a certain father, and he actually followed suit.

For a while, no one spoke, each doing his own thing.

Rommel stared at the Jiulianhuan in his hand and said, "Do you really like that Krum?"

Heimdall looked at the letter in his hand and hummed lightly: "For now, I like it."

"So you're actually not sure yourself."

"I never liked people before, and I don't know what liking is, but now it's fine."

"You are still young."

"I know what you mean. You are afraid that I may confuse love with other emotions."

Rommel asked, "Are you?"

Heimdall raised his head and found that Rommel was looking at him, so he smiled helplessly: "I want to have sex with him." Although it was a bit embarrassing to say this, he still articulated it clearly.Just like when I chose to openly reveal my sexuality to my father, there is no need to hide these things.

There was a trace of surprise in Rommel's eyes, which quickly disappeared. He smiled gently at Heimdall, as if it was nothing worth mentioning, and then easily changed the topic.