HP's Foreign Land

The moment Heimdall suddenly opened his eyes, he was at a loss for his current location for a moment. The things he could see clearly in his field of vision were not what he was used to seeing. It took about a few seconds for his brain to update the information.

This is the room on the second floor of the Pig's Head pub in Hogsmeade, England, not room 017 in the South Tower of the Durmstrang Dormitory.

"It's getting dark." He muttered, staring at the big light source.

There was a long breathing sound from beside him, and Heimdall tried to move. Victor in his sleep frowned, but he didn't hinder Heimdall's actions. Even when he was unconscious, Victor was not willing to let him go. He is in trouble.

Heimdall sat cross-legged on the bed, looked down at Victor, the dim light cut two faces of yin and yang on his face, forming sharp contrasts, the deep facial features were tougher and sharper than they looked during the day, even in sleep There is still an aggressive and majestic aura in his heart.

Victor looks very MAN, the type Heimdall dreams of.In the past, Heimdall regarded Victor as the target he wanted to pursue, as the kind of person he hoped to become, but now he seemed to understand that maybe things were not like that at all.

"This is a big trouble." Heimdall muttered to himself. "It's so tiring to set yourself up for yourself. Is it necessary to be so serious? You say this guy is not angry, but let it be, is it not good? If you insist on giving me that, is it so exaggerated? Really just follow his tricks, sitting here in the middle of the night without sleep and self-criticism!" Heimdall wanted to show himself filled with righteous indignation, but failed, so he smiled wryly. "It seems that this 'disease' will never recover in this life..."

After staring blankly for a while, Heimdall scratched his cheek, climbed off the bed and walked towards the bathroom, muttering, "There should be hot water here." At this moment, he was very eager Take a warm bath and relax.

The washroom is small in size. There is a white column-style basin at the entrance, and a white free-standing bathtub squatting in the opposite corner. These two things alone fill up the entire space.A round brass ring hangs above the freestanding tub, and a bordeaux shower curtain hangs from it.Except for the rusty copper cast feet of the free-standing bathtub, everything was clean despite its old appearance. Heimdall turned on the faucet, tested the water temperature, and was satisfied, and the stopper automatically blocked the drain hole.

When a thin layer of white mist floated in the bathroom, Heimdall closed the door, turned his back to the bathtub and began to undress. Just halfway through, there was a strange noise behind him. Heimdall looked back and stood by the bathtub The bottles and cans on the small shelf in the house flew up automatically, and they desperately added ingredients to the water as if they didn't want money...

When the jars stopped, there was a thick layer of foam floating on the water, and the air was filled with sweet scents—lemon, jasmine, maybe cloves or sweet oranges. What kind of consequences will there be when several things are mixed together.Right now, the smell is so familiar that it makes his eyelids twitch.He walked to the bathtub, picked up one of the bottles and took a closer look. It was impressively written with [Girl's Breath Fragrance Body Wash-Mrs. Puddiffe's friendly sponsorship] with a row of large characters.

Aberforth's shopkeepers are really cheap and refuse to give up.

Heimdall hugged the jar and looked at the bathtub again. Heaven and man fought for a while, but finally lost to the temptation of hot water.When he soaked himself in the water, he couldn't help moaning softly, it was worth the sacrifice.Once you ignore the dreaded bubbles and strong "girly" notes, everything else is fine.Heimdall closed the shower curtain smoothly.

The light casts mottled crimson shadows through the shower curtain, and Heimdall comfortably closed his eyelids under the double wrap of warm tones and warm hot water.

When he was about to fall asleep, he was awakened by the sudden sound of footsteps, and the shower curtain was suddenly pulled open. He opened his eyes in surprise, and the slightly dazzling indoor light entered his eyes, rushing into this small space. Inside.

***

Victor felt very bad after waking up. The orange light was dim and precarious, but the warm tones exuded the loneliness and desolation of the cool tones.The shadows cast by the furniture formed large black spots on the old wallpaper, and the spots occupied the entire wall from shallow to deep, and they danced ferociously under the flickering firelight.

Then, when Victor found that Heimdall was not around, the bad feeling intensified.

There was silence in the room, except for his own breathing, he couldn't hear other sounds.When Victor turned over and got out of bed, facing the loneliness of the room, a moment of bewilderment appeared on his face, a strong breath wafted from the bathroom.As if being summoned irresistibly by scratching his cheeks and ears, Victor walked to the door of the bathroom and held the handle. The sweet aroma came out from the crack of the door, entered the room, and permeated the air.Victor lifted his spirits, and the gloomy discomfort disappeared in an instant.

Victor stood at the door in a dilemma, his palm on the doorknob getting tighter and tighter.

At the same time, Victor suddenly realized that he didn't hear the sound of the water, not even the slightest movement. He panicked for no reason. Before he could think about it, he pushed the door open and rushed to the bathtub in three steps at a time. , Pulled open the shower curtain.

Behind the mist and foam is a face full of astonishment, therefore, any ominous conjectures are untenable. At this moment, the pair of beautiful blue eyes are wide open, rippling with sparkling silver brilliance against the maroon background , bright and beautiful.

Heimdall was sitting in the bathtub, to be precise, in a bubble. The shower curtain circled a world of bubbles. Pink bubbles kept leaving the water and flying upwards. Heimdall was completely buried. in this world.The water vapor drenched his hair, and they were all pushed back, revealing his smooth forehead, and his face was wet, covered with a thin layer of water beads.

The creamy skin appeared and disappeared between the pink bubbles, and Victor moved his eyes almost greedily.

Heimdall sat up awkwardly, and when he saw Victor's slightly stiff face, he said something mysteriously: "Do you want to wash together?"

Victor did not give him a chance to change his words, took off his clothes as quickly as possible, sat naked in the bathtub, the water level suddenly swung up to the edge of the bathtub, and quickly fell back under the effect of the pre-set magic. The spacious bathtub suddenly became crowded.

Heimdall arched his legs and hugged his knees, with a little regret and discomfort on his face.

Victor's gaze dimmed for a moment.

The two sat in the water facing each other, surrounded by the pink foam under the effect of the girly fragrance bath liquid. At this moment, they chose to be silent by coincidence.

After an unknown amount of time, Heimdall sneezed and at the same time broke the silence.

"Is it cold?" Victor stretched out his hand naturally, and when he was about to touch Heimdall, he froze for a moment.

Heimdall pretended not to notice, and moved slightly, allowing him to touch his shoulder above the water. "It's not cold, it's choking." Heimdall rubbed his nose, his sense of smell protesting to him.

Indeed, it is gentle on skin contact.Victor wanted to take back his hand, but was reluctant. Just when he was hesitating and making up his mind, Heimdall took the initiative to grab him.

Heimdall sighed deeply: "Maybe we should talk about it."

Victor's eyes flinched, and this discovery made Heimdall feel very uncomfortable. He is Victor Krum, the fearless and proud Krum, is it me? It's me who made him become Being so cautious, he was no longer that Vicko.

"I'm sorry for hurting you." Heimdall's tone was full of frustration.

Victor's eyes widened in surprise.

Heimdall turned a blind eye and continued: "I didn't want to teach anyone a lesson. Although it looked like I was teaching people during the day, it was definitely not what you thought it was. I didn't want to be cruel to you, but I was a little angry. You know , when you are in a bad mood, everyone will be like a runaway Chimera..."

Victor interrupted his rambling, sighed, with a trace of helpless depression: "I'm not afraid that you will teach me, it should be said that I am not worried about this at all."

"I know." Heimdall looked at him with shining eyes. "I just 'staggered' a bit and got emotional over it."

Victor narrowed his eyes: "Sorry?" He didn't understand.

"I've been thinking just now, are we not suitable? Don't talk, just listen to me." Heimdall stopped Victor from speaking. "People say that no one is right or wrong about feelings, especially love, let alone measure it with a dialectical rational scale. But there is a Muggle philosopher named Plato who believes that love can be measured. In fact, it is mathematics, as long as you master it, you will be in the superstructure in the 'Utopia'." Heimdall rubbed his nose and smiled wryly. "This proposition is too esoteric, and it is not suitable for us ordinary people to explore. I am not interested in the so-called 'Utopia'. I just hope that I can be the master of my life, and I can also be the master of my feelings."

Victor smiled bitterly: "Are you accusing me of pushing you too hard?"

"No!" Heimdall categorically denied it. "To be precise, our pace is too inconsistent." Heimdall looked down at Victor's palm, which was held by him, it was so warm and powerful. "Don't you think we've been going our separate ways?"

Victor was stunned, did not speak, and there was more thought in his eyes.

"I have always thought that you are a person with big ideals, and you do your best to arrange and plan to achieve your ideals as soon as possible, so that your life can completely serve your ideals. In other words, this is the perseverance and behavior of a person who can do great things. "Heimdall expressed his views and opinions. "I know what you want, although I have always wondered that I am not as good as you think, don't interrupt, listen to me." A fierce look flicked over, successfully making Victor shut up, and also Successfully made her boyfriend show the first real smile since the "quarrel".

Heimdall is quite satisfied with this. Humans are indeed social animals, and communication is the last word.

Heimdall began a deep self-criticism: "In the final analysis, I am not as brave as you. The less I give and the more I keep, the less hurt I will be. Once the possibility of injury is detected, they will hold back until the crisis is resolved or the injury is minimized.” People instinctively want to protect themselves.Heimdall held Victor's hand tightly, and his voice sounded breathless: "Compared to you, I am a complete coward."

Victor held Heimdall with his backhand, and said emotionally, "I... am not as good as you said..."

Heimdall nodded. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I think he is good, and he thinks I am good. No matter what, the most important thing is to be able to see each other.

Victor coughed, and Rigg nodded too quickly, it was really shocking.

"Is it tiring to drag a coward like me?" Heimdall smiled self-deprecatingly.

Sweet as sweet.Victor said, "Maybe you can change to a pair of shoes that fit better."

Is it to make me more honest and open?It seems that the boyfriend is not unaware of this, but he has not spoken.He is pampering himself.Thinking of this, Heimdall said: "I will let myself go as fast as possible, but please slow down at the right time, or stop and wait for me, so that the possibility of my 'staggering' will be reduced. , the chances of pointing at your nose and yelling in anger will be much less."

Victor looked at him gently, with a relieved smile on his face.

Heimdall let out a sigh of relief. Although the essence of the problem has not been resolved, judging from the current situation, this level is just right. He subconsciously let go of Victor's hand, but was dragged by his boyfriend and hugged him. He fell into his arms and sat on his lap. The pink bubbles flew with the swaying water waves, sticking to Heimdall's head and face. Heimdall raised his head and saw Victor's dark brown There was a sly and cheerful gleam in his eyes.

"My boyfriend, take it easy." Heimdall said dumbfounded. "My small body cannot meet your needs for the time being."

The boyfriend quietly showed a big bad wolf smile: "I just want to help you take a bath."

Heimdall gasped suddenly, and there was a hand under the water exploring down his back, so he looked at his boyfriend with resentful eyes, in that case, what are you groping about? !

"Taking a bath." Victor opened his eyes and said nonsense without changing his face. While talking, he brought Heimdall towards him and let him get closer.

"I've been washing for a long time." Heimdall said helplessly in his ear, and then stretched out his hand to show his boyfriend. "The skin is all wrinkled."

"Really? I don't feel it, don't worry, my whole body is slippery." Victor muttered with his hands up and down.

"This is the effect of the body wash." Heimdall reminded.

"That's why I need to wash it clean." The boyfriend was unmoved, and it was reasonable no matter what.

"Then take a bath!" Heimdall stared, and his gaze narrowed again.

This time, the boyfriend was mentally prepared, learned a lot from a fall, and was not knocked down by a paper tiger's attack, but he still stood up obediently, turned on the faucet and began to shower.

"Are you going to 'stagger' again?" Victor joked, rubbing Heimdall's earlobe.

Heimdall solemnly declared: "For the sake of my health, if you dare to take a step beyond the threshold, I will show you 'staggering' every day!"

Although Victor has a long face, he understands in his heart that the doctor's instructions are still in his ears, and he will never forget that every time he sees Heimdall blowing his hair, he finds it interesting, and unconsciously thinks Come here a few more times...

No matter what, a certain fried-haired animal took a bath safely, and got into the bed warmly and warmly under the service of her boyfriend.

The orange lights danced, Rigg's face seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, and the tentacles were delicate, smooth, and warm.

Before going to sleep, Victor found that the furniture reflections on the wall that he regarded as hideous shadows had all returned to their original state, and disappeared with the onset of drowsiness.