HP's Foreign Land

Victor suddenly looked at the trio on the sofa in front of the fireplace, and the three friends all pretended to be stupid.

Victor raised an eyebrow, and the three of them blinked innocently.

good, very good.Victor silently said one two three four five six seven in his mind.

"Did you fly back here to see me?" Even though he knew it was a bit of a joke to say that, Heimdall couldn't help himself, and looked at his boyfriend eagerly, but soon, he flinched, and moved the shell out to cover himself Right in front of him——adding a sentence to cover up: "When are you leaving? Have you eaten dinner yet?"

Victor didn't bother to take a closer look at Heimdall just now in a hurry. He turned around and grabbed Heimdall who wanted to keep a distance from him. He tightened his arms and hugged Heimdall. He raised one hand and groped upward until he buried his fingers in Heimdall's hair.To be able to hold Heimdall again, kiss him, touch him, and feel the surge of emotion brought about by him in his arms made every inch of Victor's body burn with enthusiasm.

Heimdall's head was firmly fixed by that hand, and Victor bowed his face and said slowly: "The front is very good, the last two sentences are redundant."

Heimdall couldn't help stretching out his hands to wrap around Victor's shoulders, and Victor lowered his head and kissed his cheeks, jaw, neck...

Heimdall grunted a few times and rubbed against Victor: "I'm asking you something, when are you leaving?"

Victor groaned contentedly, and rubbed the skin on Heimdall's neck with the tip of his nose: "Not going."

Heimdall pushed him away, Victor was intoxicated, how could he give in, grabbed a big hand, and wanted to continue.

"What do you mean 'not leaving'? Make it clear!" Heimdall narrowed his eyes.

"Just go back to school and continue class."

"What about the group stage? Postponed?"

"It's no match." Victor pounced on the tiger and successfully overwhelmed him.

Heimdall pushed and shouted, "Wait, what do you mean?"

At this moment, there was another "snap" from the window that had just been closed.

What's going on today?Heimdall really couldn't get rid of Victor's strength—he was relatively strong, so he pulled out his wand in desperation, raised the end of the wand and gently teased his boyfriend's chin, and the boyfriend froze all of a sudden.

Victor looked at the wand against his throat, then at Heimdall, and sighed exaggeratedly: "Honey, you actually put this thing between us, I am so shocked and so sad gone."

Heimdall dismissed his posturing.

Victor reverted to posting again, not only that, but also paralyzed the consciousness of the "enemy" with words: "Where do you usually hide your wand? How can you take it whenever you want, use it whenever you want, it's so easy?"

Heimdall shook his hands expressionlessly, and Victor obediently retreated back to sit upright.

The sound of "pop" came for the third time, and Heimdall couldn't bear it anymore, jumped out of bed, rushed to the window, twisted the handle and pushed the window open.

Although the sky was cold and the night was dark, the white snow all over the mountains and fields made the night no longer invisible. At least Heimdall could see those sneaky figures very clearly.

Duncan used his hands and feet to pull the muddy ground under the snow, squatting on the ground to pick up stones.

Bernick was rambling on and didn't know what to say to him.

The other three and two groups gathered together under the tower. As soon as they found Heimdall stretching his neck to look around, they started to coax in a strange way, and some of them even looked up at Heimdall affectionately. Dahl started to sing, and the rest of the people held up their wands and used a magic similar to [Flashing Fluorescent] to highlight the effect, and set off several singing people in the middle, the difference is that their "Flashing Fluorescent" is pink of.

Heimdall was dumbfounded, and Carlo's snickering came into his ears.

Heimdall turned around and grabbed Victor, and asked word by word: "Did you lose? And you lost badly? You can say it with confidence, I will never laugh at you." Heimdall I firmly believe that there is nothing but being overly stimulated!

Victor burst out laughing, and Heimdall was even more at a loss for a moment.

"Ignore them. These guys are just looking for trouble, let's vent."

As soon as Victor finished speaking, the animals below realized that they had not received attention for a long time, and started yelling ghostly, "Princess Rigg", "I want to tell you my heart", "I have a pure and beautiful heart"" Take a look at my stalwart physique", "Listen to my moving voice" and other shameless "confessions".

Victor's face turned blue instantly.

Mr. Carlo Jones, the second-grade prefect, felt that the situation was not good. He stretched his head out to have a look. It was incredible that almost the entire South Tower was disturbed by them. Every window in sight was opened. The first and second graders The students poked their heads out one after another. The members of the school team below didn't care at all about the fact that the mighty, rigorous and invincible personal image they had established earlier had already suffered a devastating blow. They all sang happily.

Victor stretched out his head to stare at them, not knowing whether it was caused by the night or other factors, his blue face turned black in an instant.

The animals below, who were busy showing off their bodies and raising their arms and legs, suddenly pretended to be panicked and screamed, "Oh my God, look, it's too scary, and that big dragon is here!"

Victor's face darkened even more.

Heimdall hurriedly turned away, trying very hard to suppress the uncontrollable facial expression.

"Bernik!" Victor raised his voice in a cold voice. "If you keep pampering them without saying a word, from now on you will choose a new Seeker from among them!"

Threat, this is a real threat!God is pitiful, he had no choice but to submit obediently to the coercion.Bernick got out from behind Duncan, put on the captain's stance, and yelled fiercely in his dantian: "What are you doing, what are you talking about, you are disturbing the people, do you understand? If you don't understand, come with me, and I will explain to you !"

One member of the school team was unwilling to be alone, and wanted to yell a few more times before leaving, but was stopped by his companions.The companion nodded with his chin, and saw Jean Tanestam, the vice-chairman of the student union, standing not far away, with deep eyes and no words.

The school team passed him silently and walked away like a stranger.

In any case, the cattle evacuated and the drama died down.

Heimdall shook his head amusedly.

Victor stabbed Carlo with his knife-like eyes. The little fat man felt a chill on his back, quickly wiped his hair, and vigorously wiped the dust that did not exist on the prefect badge. After everything was ready, he went out the window. Going forward, he roared ferociously: "What are you looking at? Do you know what time it is? Go to bed now! Otherwise, your disciplinary points will be deducted! You will be expelled directly!"

In an instant, the frightened sound of closing the windows followed one after another.

"You can go." Victor ordered with a sinking face.

"This is my bed—" Mr. Blueleg's rebellious remarks were stopped by the panicked Rian. With the help of Carlo, the two of them took Leon from the left and the right to get out of 017, and walked forward Also very thoughtful to close the door.

Heimdall squinted at his boyfriend: "The shelf is really not small."

Victor immediately hugged Heimdall and sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace with a smile on his face, sighing without changing his face: "I didn't even eat dinner."

Heimdall squinted at him again, feeling powerless seeing his low-browed and pleasing appearance, Heimdall called out flannel cloth to make a dinner.In this regard, Victor did not lie. After the simple meal was served, he began to gobble it up, and quickly settled everything.

Heimdall asked Rongbu to bring another pot of tea, and Victor drank the hot tea and let out a long breath of comfort.

Seeing this, Heimdall finally spoke again: "What's going on? Why not compare?"

Victor put down his glass: "Durmstrang is empty."

"What do you mean?"

"As soon as we arrived at the Spanish sub-arena, we didn't even have a seat, and the staff there told us that the magic school in Macedonia just announced abstention a second ago."

"That is to say, our school won without a fight?"

"That's right." Victor chuckled lightly. "Afterwards, we started discussing whether to go back to school or stay forever, because our second match was also held in the Spanish sub-arena, and then Principal Karkaroff was called away by the Quidditch Federation, the principal After coming back, he told us very excitedly that there is no need to compete in the remaining six games, and we can go home directly.”

Heimdall was silent for a moment: "Could it be that...the six magic schools also announced their abstention?"

Victor nodded.

It’s no wonder that he said “being evaded”, and Heimdall laughed: “I didn’t expect that the Quidditch level of our school is so strong that the opponents will run away after hearing about it.”

"There are pros and cons." Victor sighed.

"What's wrong?" Heimdall asked with concern.

"It's good not to have competitions, but we won't be able to get first-hand information about these schools," Victor said. "Abstaining from the group stage is not a pioneering work. This is often seen in professional competitions. By doing so, you don't have to contact opponents who are stronger than you too early; second, you can preserve your strength; third, you can compete with opponents of the same level and advance to the next round. The chances are much greater.”

Heimdall thought for a while and said, "The federation probably anticipated this possibility a long time ago, so they separated the various types of players."

Victor appreciatively kissed Heimdall on the cheek: "Not to mention, if the three major magic schools in Europe are in the same group, the other team members will definitely not abstain immediately, but wait to see the three of us Fighting. Quidditch is a high-energy and high-consuming sport, and the schedule of the group matches is so tight. If the state is not good, it is very possible to be pulled off the horse. Such a result is definitely not what the federation wants to see. The companies and individuals sponsoring the games are not paying for the early finals."

"Isn't there a refreshing potion?" Heimdall said.

"There are strict regulations on medicines, and they cannot be abused casually. Each type has a dose limit, and the type of potion used needs to be declared and approved before it can be used. You can't use it as you want."

Heimdall nodded: "There were similar regulations in the sugar mouse competition."

"The guys on the team were very unhappy. They all said that our school's 'popularity' is too bad, and they were excluded before showing their faces."

"Principal Karkaroff should be very happy."

"Extremely happy," Victor said.

"That's why they are like that?" Heimdall thought to himself, this can be regarded as being stimulated, right?

"We are completely free now, and we don't have to travel all over the world except for our usual practice."

Heimdall said puzzledly: "Isn't this great? You don't have to do anything to advance directly to the top [-]." These guys are too hard to serve.

Victor smiled suddenly: "Duncan said something later."

Heimdall immediately looked defensive: "What is Mr. Orville talking about?" Duncan's summary has always been extremely lethal.

"Duncan said: 'It was meant to ravage them, but now, we didn't even have time to take off our pants, and they came orgasmed themselves.'"

Heimdall couldn't help laughing out loud, his words were vulgar but hit the nail on the head.

"Then what are your plans next?"

Victor smoothed the wrinkles on his cuffs, and said calmly: "I don't know what their next plan is. Bernick will study it. My next plan is to get a good night's sleep."

"I didn't ask you that," Heimdall said.

Victor said, "That's what I want to answer."

The boyfriend refused to leave Heimdall had no choice, the two of them washed up early and went to bed.

While drowsy, Heimdall heard Victor talking into his ear: "I remember you don't have class tomorrow afternoon, right?"

"Hmm," Heimdall muttered after a while. "Tomorrow afternoon, the second grade is an elective course, and I didn't choose those subjects."

"Is there anything else?"

"If Zeman didn't send their brooms, it's all right."

Victor was silent for a moment, then said, "Honey, before you fall asleep, can you explain who this 'Zeman' is."

"He's not someone..." Heimdall muttered in a daze. "A member of the broomstick research lab, a strong contender for the next head." Heimdall opened one eye and looked at him. "Any question?"

Victor kissed his eyelids: "It's okay now, go to sleep."

"...Maybe you should put a chain on me and do something like an unbreakable oath."

Surprised, Victor looked carefully at Heimdall's face and found that his expression was calm and showed no signs of anger, so he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

"If it's really possible." Victor murmured.

Heimdall opened his eyes and stared at the curtain above his head without saying a word for a long time.

Victor was sensitive to the changes in Heimdall, and hurriedly said, "I don't want to put pressure on you, this is my own problem." There was a trace of indescribable tension in his words.

Heimdall turned his face sideways and stared at him. Victor's face became more and more rigid, and the hand holding Heimdall tightened unconsciously. Heimdall didn't even raise his eyebrows.

"What if I fall in love with someone else one day?" Heimdall said suddenly.

Victor's face turned pale.

Heimdall saw his flinch, but didn't let go, still staring straight into the other's eyes.

"I will..." Victor said with difficulty.

Heimdall raised his eyebrows: "Kill that person?"

Victor took a deep breath, changed his previous shrinkage, and became cold and hard: "Killing that person won't help, this kind of thing has two things, and if you fall in love with someone else, it means that I love you It's completely unattractive."

Heimdall said dryly, "Let me go so easily?"

Victor was silent for a while, then said, "I'm not a good person, never have been."

Heimdall hesitated for a moment: "Rian said he was afraid of you."

"His feeling may be right." Victor said, touching Heimdall's face. "I'll tell you what I will do. I don't care what others do for the time being. I will kill you directly and swallow you with flesh and blood. From now on, I don't have to worry about it anymore."

After saying these words, Victor hugged Heimdall tightly.

The room was silent for a long time.

Heimdall said slowly, "Victor, you are such a pervert."

Victor closed his eyes.

Heimdall grabbed Victor's hand, which he wanted to withdraw. "I think I'm a pervert too, because I don't think you're perverted at all, even though you are." The tongue-twister tone made Heimdall himself laugh. "Actually, it should be me who should be worried. It has been published in newspapers and magazines that professional Quidditch players are generally promiscuous, and their private lives have become commonplace. They are extraordinarily aggressive in sex, especially the more famous players are Exaggeration, thinking that you might become like that in the future..."

"No!" Victor categorically denied.

Heimdall declined to comment. Reality will not change for people, and people will always compromise for reality.

Victor suddenly said excitedly: "Rig, I'm very glad you told me this."

Heimdall wanted to play against him: "Do you like me to eat vinegar?"

"I like it!" Unexpectedly, Victor admitted it confidently.

Heimdall rolled his eyes, and silently recited one, two, three, four, five, six, seven...