HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall opened the window after getting up, and the bone-chilling cold air hit his face, and the snow on the roof in the distance was thickened again.Wind and snow are common in this mountainous area. If the ice and snow melt without warning and the sun shines, it means that the El Niño phenomenon has spread to the magical world, and the end of the century is not far away.

Heimdall changed his clothes and left the bedroom and turned into the kitchen. Hina greeted him respectfully and said good morning.Heimdall let it continue to work, walked to the cupboard and took out the tools and materials for making coffee from it.Hina screamed and repeatedly nagged in his ear that this was its job. She resolutely defended the kitchen with a sacrificing stance, but was subdued by Heimdall's "If you don't obey me, I will send you to the old house". Twisting her fingers and biting her lips, she was peeking at the side. For the servile and strong house elf, she couldn't see anything when her master was working in front of her. Hina suffered a lot.

When Snow walked into the restaurant, he found that his elder brother and Rieger were already seated. While reading the newspaper, Rommel talked to Rieger in a slightly exaggerated tone. It is estimated that some news in the newspaper "entertained" him. He was relaying the wonderful part of it to his son.

They said good morning to each other.

Snow sat down on Rommel's left, and when he put his hand on the dining table, Heimdall put a cup of fragrant coffee in front of him. Snow raised his head, and Heimdall grinned: "One year I haven't cooked it before, I hope my original craftsmanship hasn't deteriorated." After speaking, he sat back and continued to fight for the breakfast on the plate, oblivious to the psychological changes of a man caused by his little effort.

Snow looked at the scented coffee cup for a while, and took a sip from the cup before he could spit out a word. The soft sour smell after medium roasting, the unique fruit aroma of citrus, lemon and jasmine The fragrance lingers on the tongue, and it is his favorite Ethiopian Yirgacheffe.

"Very good." Snow said in a restrained voice.

Heimdall smiled: "I knew it would be like this. Regardless of whether I brewed it well or poorly, Snow said 'very good' every time. I just started learning how to make coffee. Guess by yourself, you will suffer a lot.”

Those were the most fulfilling and satisfying days in his life. Snow slowly put down his glass, showing nothing on his face. Director Sturluson claimed to be a rational adult who refused to be invaded and controlled by sentimentality.

Rommel flipped through the newspaper without saying a word, and was not as eager to "compete" with his younger brother as usual.Although helpless, I have to admit that Rigg is a child brought up by Snow, and this feeling is deeply rooted and irreplaceable. In this child's heart, there may not be a big difference between him and Snow, but the balance pointer will eventually lean towards Snow. No more.

Rieger would indeed confess to him many things, such as distressing sexuality issues, but looking at it from another angle, one could find that Snow held more weight in Rieger's heart, just like a child who made a mistake and concealed it from him. Parents knew such a similar mentality, and Rigg regarded Snow as a real relative.

The unspoken tranquility and warmth wandered around the room between the two of them. A certain dad thought it was almost done, so he dropped the newspaper, raised his glass and said loudly, "Son, I want it too!"

***

Snow left, and went back to devote his youth to the Quidditch cause of Great Britain and fight to be a screw.The horseshoe flew straight into the sky, Snow leaned against the car window and looked down at the town of Kapok, which was getting farther and farther away from him, feeling lost, Heimdall stood there waving his hands to bid farewell, unwilling to leave for a long time, until the two people in the sky and the earth could no longer see each other until the other side.

A pegasus howled faintly from the thick clouds, and a snowflake fell and landed on Heimdall's eyelids. He lowered his head and rubbed his eyes.

Rommel patted him on the shoulder, and put on a teasing tone: "Don't make it seem like life and death."

"Snow adopted me unconditionally, fed me, clothed me, housed me, and went to school. Over the years, I have never complained at all. I still kept everything to myself and didn't tell him to play tricks on him. I am the most unfilial and hateful person in the world. nephew!" Heimdall felt self-loathing spontaneously.

"Everything your uncle does is the right thing to do. Raising children is not a matter of raising cats and dogs. Just throw some bones and dried fish and you're done." Rommel deliberately ignored the important point and showed him a face. "Also, son, I paid for your school money. Up to now, I have provided you with food, clothing, housing, and schooling. Snow's achievements before the age of 11 belong to Snow. Whether he is great or not depends entirely on you. In a word, I should be credited with the achievements after the age of 11, you have to treat everyone equally and don’t favor one person over another.”

Heimdall was overjoyed, and felt a lot more relaxed after Rommel interrupted.

"Father, I will definitely be filial to you." And Snow.Heimdall added silently in his heart.

"Of course you have to be filial." Rommel gave him a blank look like a street shrew, and said confidently. "I'm still waiting for you to take care of me in retirement."

***

Being an actor is actually very hard work, at least Heimdall thinks so. After leaving the station, the father and son walked along Zhongxia Avenue, the main road of Mumian Ancient Town, to the Carnival Theater.There is still time left before the assembly time agreed yesterday, and most of the participants did not arrive.The performance crew has already started the rehearsal wearing formal costumes and props, and they are rushing to the last minute, because the story of the golden apple happened in ancient Greece. The shirts were rehearsed in a climate of more than ten degrees below zero, and everyone's lips were purple with cold and their legs were trembling.

Although there are several braziers for heating inside the theater, which is much warmer than the outside climate, but these few braziers alone are far from enough to really warm up the airy amphitheater.Le Fay said that on the day of the performance, someone will be hired to cast large-scale environmental magic, so let's take care of each other and bear with it.

Heimdall was worried that the performance crew would fall ill before the show started, but seeing them use potions as water and use one magic after another to quickly warm themselves up, they didn't do anything superfluous. I am worried, my body is my own, and my own affairs are my own decisions, and others cannot intervene.

When everyone is busy, the one who is idle is particularly garish.The unbalanced actors asked Heimdall to give them their lines. Rommel thought it was very interesting and watched from the side. The characters in the script came and went and said confusing things. Rommel listened to it for a long time. I don't understand.

While a certain father was studying the script, Professor Katenen walked slowly into the theater. The performers present were quite surprised. Most of the performers were students of Durmstrang, and the foreign staff also They are all residents of the ancient town, and the people here are no strangers to the teachers in the magic school on the top of the mountain, let alone the honorary principal who has served for decades.

Regarding the arrival of Professor Katenen, Rommel could not hold back his breath, glanced up and continued.

Everyone greeted the honorary principal, and Katenen responded with a smile, and then motioned for them to walk straight towards the place where Strulusson and his son were.

Heimdall stood up: "Professor."

Katenin nodded.

The students who were speaking with Heimdall looked at Professor Katenen and then at Heimdall, closed the script wisely and walked away.

"What's the matter with you?" Rommel said without raising his head.

Katenen's attitude was also very casual, "It's okay." He turned his head and said to Heimdall, "Honey, follow me to school."

Rommel closed the script: "Didn't you say it's okay."

"It's all right." Professor Katenen said with a good temper. "I'm not looking for you. I have something to do with your son."

"what's up?"

"I'm not looking for you."

Rommel shook his head helplessly, this old guy is addicted to playing, he has a feeling of shooting himself in the foot with a stone.

Heimdall hid the smile on the corner of his mouth and hurriedly said, "What do you want from me?"

"The principal wants to see you."

Rommel frowned, and said vigilantly, "Karkaroff? Since when did you start running errands for him at the expense of your worth?"

Professor Katenen squinted at him: "I told you that I'm not looking for you."

Rommel closed his mouth, opened the script and pretended to be deaf and dumb.

After successfully repelling a certain father's attack, Professor Katenen was particularly comfortable, and said to Heimdall with a pleasant face: "Principal Ferdinand wants to see you."

Ferdinand?who?Heimdall blinked in bewilderment.

"Karkaroff's predecessor." A certain father answered his questions.

"It's also my friend." Professor Katenen added gently.

Lommelch said, "Why did Principal Pei Dinan suddenly want to see Rieger?"

Katenen gave up the idea of ​​continuing to fight against him, and replied straightforwardly: "For the sugar mouse championship trophy, Ferdinand wanted to meet Rieger last semester, but it's a pity that Durmstrang's school regulations are not humane, and I want to pay my respects to the headmaster's remains. It must be agreed to by all principal portraits."

Rommel was a little annoyed when he heard this, implying that the other principals did not take Rieger seriously.

"You don't know, last semester they argued endlessly about whether to see or not, and my head was about to explode. Principal Karkaroff found an excuse and ran out, leaving all the mess to me to clean up." Although Complaining again and again, Professor Katenen couldn't find a matching expression of embarrassment and pain on his face.

"Why can we see you again now?"

"The school regulations say that students are studying, but now it is a holiday."

Rommel smiled knowingly: "Take advantage of the loophole."

"Just understand it in your heart, and say what you want to do." Professor Katenen pretended to teach Rommel a lesson, and then clapped his hands and said: "Okay, stop talking nonsense, Rieg will come with me. Wait, you will Don't go." In one sentence, Rommel "returned to his original form". "The school is not a dragon's pond or a tiger's den. Pei Dinan doesn't like to eat children."

A certain father smacked his lips and didn't say a word, which was a tacit consent.

The old and the young didn't go far when they heard the voice of the old one drifting over: "Oh, I didn't look carefully just now. This dress is very beautiful. It looks good and energetic when you wear it..."

Heimdall thanked vaguely.

After a while, Katenin's voice drifted over again: "It looks so handsome...it's like going on a date..."

"Isn't it just to go on a date." A certain dad muttered and clenched his back molars.

***

Professor Kattenen must have done it on purpose. He chose this one out of so many paths. Heimdall looked at the Quidditch pitch that was getting closer and closer to them and laughed dumbfounded.Is it because of his outfit today?In fact, the style of clothes he was wearing was quite normal, but sharp-eyed people could spot that they were brand new, and Professor Katenin took it for granted.

Victor, who was wearing a formal Quidditch robe, stood at the fork in the road, and looked over before they approached. He must have been informed long ago.

"You can rest assured that I will scream and cover my eyes and turn my back." Professor Kattenen leaned close to Heimdall's ear and said solemnly. "Before the critical moment comes."

Heimdall rubbed the corners of his brows with his hands, and said dumbfoundedly: "You must cover up tightly, in fact, I am a shy person."

Professor Katenen neither screamed nor covered his eyes, but walked towards the castle with a smile, and agreed to wait for him at the gate. Heimdall was relieved. This professor is really hard to resist sometimes.

At the moment Heimdall turned his head, Victor replaced all words with kisses.

Heimdall has never been a passive person, he quickly rose up to resist, stretched out his arms and hugged his boyfriend tightly, as if he was embracing a lifebuoy for life-saving, and the way he kissed his boyfriend back was also very direct, he wanted to tell He, not you Victor Krum, has the right to control everything.

Heimdall's strength made Viktor both surprised and excited, his hands couldn't help but move, with the urge to tear something up, a stream of heat woke up from the depths of his abdomen like a hibernating snake.When his hand slowly moved up to grab the collar of Heimdall's robe, Heimdall, who was holding his lips, suddenly looked into his eyes: "Don't you dare, these are new clothes..."

The whispers between the lovers were just as murderous as Heimdall said.

Victor was as good as he was, and quickly changed from siege to guerrilla, sparing no effort to set fires everywhere.

Heimdall backed away before a trace of clarity remained. Victor wanted to pull him back, but was immediately rejected.

"I'm here to see the principal," he told his boyfriend.

"The principal is not at school."

"It's not Principal Karkaroff, it's Principal Ferdinand."

Victor raised a nasty smile, and opened his arms as if to rush over: "Although it's impolite to say that, don't you think it's better to be alive."

Heimdall kicked his boyfriend's calf, watching him squat down in pain.

"I'm leaving." Heimdall said softly with a smile.

Victor's expression immediately returned to normal, he stepped forward to smooth his slightly messy hair, and stood there watching him walk out of his sight.