HP's Foreign Land

At dusk, Draco was caught by Professor Snape. Allowing him to enter the village was an extra favor from the Headmaster and the Headmaster. Would you like to stay overnight?Think beautifully!Under the cold gaze of Professor Snape, Draco boarded the Thestral carriage with hesitant steps and turned his head three times, and returned to Hogwarts.

Heimdall suddenly found that he had nothing to do, so he and Victor visited every store on Central Avenue. After discussing, the two decided to finish their dinner outside. The sanitary conditions of the Pig's Head Bar were worrying.Heimdall found the Three Broomsticks, which had been "personally attacked" by Aberforth. Its area was only half the size of the Pig's Head.Whether it is the spacious and bright indoor environment, or the large bar with warm tones, it is eye-catching, and it looks extraordinarily fresh and comfortable.

In order to be able to accommodate more guests from afar, the merchants in Hogsmeade have extended their business hours as much as possible in the past two days.Unlike the Pig's Head Bar, which is full of old dirt, the Three Broomsticks are very popular among wizards, and there is a lot of traffic on ordinary days. The guests dazzled her, and the variety of languages ​​made her dizzy.

So when Heimdall asked in his authentic Cockney accent if there were any available seats, the proprietress Rosmerta burst into tears, really tired of hearing the birds and gesticulating.Ms. Rosmerta guided them deftly from table to table with unprecedented enthusiasm.

There are many customers in the store, and the booths are very close to each other, looking like a miniature United Nations conference hall.Heimdall and Victor set up a table with several students from Hungary.At first, the few students who were immersed in the chat didn't pay attention to them, until one of them glanced at them casually, as if knocking down the first domino, the buzzing voices around gradually faded away, only the distant The tables far away still made laughter from time to time.

Just when all kinds of possibilities were on the verge of triggering, a person suddenly stood up from his seat.

"Honey!" With a startled scream, a figure came and fell on Heimdall.Heimdall was knocked sideways by the sudden weight of human flesh. If Victor hadn't caught him quickly, Heimdall would have fallen off the chair. Even so, the mouthful of hot butter in his mouth The beer was still dedicated to the Hungarians across the table.

The hapless Hungarian student was sprayed all over his head and face, with butterbeer dripping down his forehead and forming a large dark blotch on his front.

Heimdall pushed away the human weapon, and hurriedly apologized to the person across the table.The Hungarians are easy to talk to. Although they don't understand the language, at least their expressions and eyes don't mean to blame, which makes Heimdall feel more guilty.

Ms. Rosmerta rushed over upon hearing the sound, and just as Heimdall was apologizing to others, she pulled out her magic wand and waved it lightly. No matter whether it was the butterbeer on the Hungarian students or the butterbeer on the table, they were all cleaned up without leaving a trace.

Heimdall turned around and gave her a thumbs up with shining eyes. Ms. Rosmerta brushed up her temple hair pretending to be calm, and put on a very coquettish and coquettish pose, twisting and twisting left.

After the Hungarian student repeatedly assured that he didn't mind, Heimdall sat back in his original position without squinting his eyes, which made the human weapon who had been punishing himself very depressed.

"Honey..." The human weapon called tremblingly.

Heimdall curled up his fingers and tapped on the table in front of Victor: "I said this boyfriend, please give me a response, there is a male who has been calling me dear."

Victor let go of the hand holding the cup, his eyes hardened, and he raised his head to perform the method of killing with eyes.

The human weapon almost stuck to the floor tiles like noodles. "Dear... no, Mr. Sturlusson, it's me, don't you remember me?" The human weapon tried hard to recall the past, trying to arouse Heimdall's resonance. "It's me, Sugar Mouse Grand Prix, my boyfriend in the next life!"

Heimdall turned to stare at him, his eyes gradually became clearer, curly hair, purple school uniform robe with black edge.By the way, isn't he the one... Heimdall frowned and said in embarrassment, "I don't remember your name."

Curly hair was silent for a moment, muttering in his heart, you are too righteous, but there is no sign on your face, nodding and bowing, he blamed himself again and again: "It's my fault, I didn't leave a deep impression on you, please allow me to re-introduce, I It's Yael Lavella, just call me Yael."

This guy is as familiar as ever.Heimdall ignored these and asked, "Which country are you from?" His English is very standard. With Heimdall's limited familiarity with languages, once Germany, Russia, and English are separated from the European continent, the rest of the world will Classified as heavenly scriptures.

"Monaco." Yael squeezed towards Heimdall as he spoke, and was fixed on the spot by Victor's gaze. Within a few seconds, he changed his strategy and got hot on Victor's head. "Idol! Can you sign a few more autographs for me?" He took out a thick book from his pocket, and opened the cover, which was full of beautiful photos of Victor Krum.

Yeer said triumphantly: "Before I came, I thought that I would definitely meet idols at the opening ceremony, so I made a notebook with the photos and brought them together."

When the people around saw it, their eyes were red, and they all beat their chests and stamped their feet in regret, why didn't we think of it!

Heimdall's eyes were sharp, and he saw something wrong right away. He reached out and grabbed the photo album, quickly flipped through several pages, and finally stopped at the one he had just glanced at.Heimdall patted this dynamic image with beautiful and artistic conception, and looked at Yael with a smile, his eyes were enough to cut gold and jade, and the latter was sweating and knotting his temples under his gaze.

"What's going on here?" Heimdall put the notebook up to his nose.

Victor took the book from Heimdall, and Heimdall was ready to fight against the enemy with his boyfriend. Unexpectedly, Mr. Krum seemed very satisfied: "It's a good shot." He didn't hold back his praise.

"Yes, yes!" Yael danced like he had been injected with chicken blood. "No matter the angle, distance, light, or framing are perfect, I really am a photography genius!" After finishing speaking, he put his hips on his hips and laughed, causing the people in the bar to look sideways.

Heimdall looked at the kissing photo and couldn't say a word. After a while, he thought of a question: "The background in the photo is Durmstrang, how did you take it?"

Yael's eyes began to dim, and his eyes were evasive. If Heimdall hadn't put his wand on his chin, he could have sworn that he would never reveal business secrets.

"I didn't take it..." The photography genius struggled for a long time before telling the truth. "I'm just operating in the background, though," the photography genius emphasized loudly with piercing eyes. "If it weren't for my precise calculations and moderate imagination, they would never have made such a good work, so the genius is me!"

This is what he struggled with for a long time!Heimdall exerted his right hand, and the genius calmed down with a low eyebrow.

"The sales are good, right?" Heimdarwin said.

"That's the way it is." The tip of the wand resting on the chin suddenly flashed a faint blue light, and Yael changed his words with tears streaming down his face: "One hand for each."

Heimdall's eyes narrowed, and Yell's heart trembled. Before he had time to be afraid, Heimdall retracted his wand, turned around and picked up the cup and drank the butter beer one after another, with half-lidded eyes and an unpredictable expression.

Yael rubbed his neck, thinking anxiously, is this considered a escape?

Victor took a look at him, and Yael quickly took out the kissing photo and handed it in, then tiptoed back to his seat. As soon as he took his seat, the photo album in his hand was snatched away by classmates from the same school. Many students sitting next to him couldn't bear it. Hold your head and head, wanting to see what happened.

During the whole meal, Heimdall didn't say a word, his face was cold from the beginning to the end, which made the air pressure on the table extremely low, and the Hungarian students looked pale and had difficulty swallowing.

When Heimdall paid the money and walked out of the gate with Victor who was following him, the students from all over the world in the bar let out a sigh of relief at the same time, both the air pressure and the temperature had a significant rise.

"Quickly tell me, what's the price?" A student's shout stirred up the atmosphere, Yael was surrounded by crowds in the blink of an eye, and the photo album he just brought back went to nowhere.

When we got back to the Pig's Head, the sky was full of stars.

Professor Katenin was missing, and the shopkeeper was hiding behind the bar, dreaming and dying, and didn't care about the good or bad of the guests.Fortunately, the Durmstrang school team has fully recognized the reality, so they don't have any expectations of him.

With flickering bright yellow candlelight, Heimdall went up to the second floor. The upstairs was quiet, and the school team members hadn’t come back yet. Heimdall walked straight to his room, opened the door, and walked in. , the backhand area, the door was not closed, Heimdall looked back and saw Victor's hand was firmly on the door panel.

Heimdall looked at the hand, and Victor looked at him more. After less than a minute of stalemate, Heimdall pouted, turned and walked into the room.

Victor entered the room, closed the door gently, turned around and raised his eyes to see Heimdall standing at the head of the bed, staring at the neat sheets of smoke gray blue embroidered with silver jacquard. Shout out.

Victor walked over and held Heimdall's hand, and he was relieved that Heimdall didn't refuse. "Don't you like this color?" The smart one didn't mention black, white and gray.

Heimdall sneered twice: "You always like to fool me with photos, bed sheets, and maybe other things."

Victor was taken aback, his pupils constricted suddenly.

Heimdall turned his head and looked at him, his eyes were shockingly unfamiliar. "Do I look so stupid, Mr. Krum?" There was an ice-like chill in his soft voice. "Don't treat others as fools!" Heimdall said word by word.

Victor's expression changed because of these words, he was no longer as calm as planning a strategy, his complexion became stiff, his eyes were as cold as blades, such aggressive, sharp eyes Heimdall had never seen before , or it can be said that Victor has never shown this side of him to Heimdall, let alone directly against Heimdall.

As soon as the chilling eyes touched Heimdall's skin, Victor lowered his head, avoiding the possibility of staring at Heimdall.Victor involuntarily clenched his palms tightly, trying to squeeze Heimdall even tighter.

Pain erupted from his hand, and Heimdall sighed helplessly. He couldn't explain why, but no matter how angry he was, there was nothing he could do.

Heimdall moved his arm. This movement was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Victor suddenly let go of Heimdall's hand, stretched out his arms and hugged him vigorously, and both of them fell down because of Victor's excessive force. on the bed.

"What are you doing—" before Heimdall could finish his sentence, Victor's kisses fell heavily on his face, blocking his mouth.

"Rig...Rig...you don't talk like that...I don't like it when you talk to me like that...you're just in a bad mood...that's what people who are in a bad mood...I know, I know..." No Knowing whether it was to appease Heimdall or to comfort himself, Victor carefully stroked Heimdall's face, with lingering pain and pleading in his eyes.

Heimdall froze, looked at him in astonishment, and let him hug him tightly, almost out of breath.

After a while, he came back to his senses, Heimdall tentatively stretched out his hand and hugged Victor back, the feeling of the tentacles made him even more surprised, Victor Krum was trembling.

What's happening here?Isn't it just bickering?Why did it become like this?

After pondering for a long time, Heimdall decided to use language to communicate. Experience and lessons told him that many disasters in history were caused by poor communication.

"Aren't we arguing? Why are you shaking? You have no confidence at all. How can you beat me in the future?" Heimdall tried to explain the situation in a relaxed tone.

Victor looked up and saw that this was the first time he had looked at Heimdall squarely since he averted his eyes, and the panic that was too late to erase hurt Heimdall's eyes.

Heimdall smiled at his boyfriend: "It doesn't matter if you can't quarrel with me. If you quarrel a few times, you will be proficient in business."

Victor didn't speak, and looked dazed.

Heimdall kissed his chin, and said arrogantly: "This time I will win, and I will be defeated."

Fear gradually disappeared from Victor's eyes, but only disappeared, he opened his mouth to hold Heimdall's lips, and rubbed them carefully.

Heimdall gently patted his boyfriend's back with his hands, and sighed with a headache. He seemed to have found the crux of the problem, and the answer was puzzling: Am I so insecure?

Probably because the surrounding temperature is too suitable, and the boyfriend's hug is too comfortable, Heimdall thought about it, and his mind was gradually occupied by sleepiness.

Eyelids drooped.

Heimdall fell asleep.

The lights in the room were turned on, and the flickering light hit Heimdall's hair forming circles of flickering ripples, like flowing liquid platinum, and like soft silk exuding warmth and brilliance. The wonderful touch that people can't stop.

Victor gently traced them with his fingertips, looking deeply at the quiet sleeper beside him, staring at him for a long time.