HP's Foreign Land

The old house is located in the wilderness, and the surrounding scenery is also very primitive.

The window of Heimdall's room is facing a rippling lake. On the other side of the lake is an endless blanket of yellow-green pasture. In the far distance where the sky and the earth meet, scattered trees are inserted to welcome the sunrise and sunset every day, dotted on the pasture. The jagged rocks on the mountain are either lying or standing, full of primitive and rough beauty.

On the day he moved in, Rommel smiled at Heimdall: "Welcome to a remote corner far away from the human world, and welcome to the deserted old house."

At that time, Heimdall was about to jump out of the winding stone path, eager to see a pile of black and gray rocks made by God up close in the distance.

"Honey, don't be in a hurry, there are plenty of opportunities, thank God, the edge of the civilized world is still occupied by nature." Rommel amusedly pulled back his son who was eager to climb up.

"Can I take your performance as liking?" One afternoon, Rommel was sitting in the tea room renovated by the dexterous house-elves. A cluster of beautiful alpine rhododendrons.Even though the old house has been kept empty, the elves take good care of the animals and plants in the garden, making the whole garden full of vitality like spring all the year round, and you can enjoy the colorful scene no matter what time of day you come.

"It's so beautiful..." Heimdall sighed, sitting on the seat beside his father, and then turned to Rommel: "I like it very much, especially those interesting stones."

"You think it's interesting to have weird shapes that stay the same year round?" Rommel said.

"Don't you think they are beautiful? There is a kind of majestic and magnificent beauty without decoration." Heimdall nodded affirmatively. "Actually, the last time I came with you, I wanted to climb up and roar at the old angel twice." That must be very cool. Heimdall couldn't help showing yearning when he said this.

Rommel wanted to laugh, but he was afraid of hurting his son's self-esteem.It's no wonder that some of the things he's learned show that his son has a notoriously "zero" appreciation for the arts, and it's kind of clear now.Perhaps Rigg is not incapable of taste, but just has a different vision. After all, people who don't follow the crowd can easily be labeled as out-of-group.

Rommel spontaneously found excuses and reasons for Heimdall, and the mentality of "my son is the best" was activated.

There was a sudden commotion at the gate, and then, the father and son heard a sudden and deafening sound——

"Where are the people in this house! Where have they gone! Come out and greet the guests!! Mr. Ossam Dalton is here!!!"

Rommel's gentle expression suddenly disappeared, and his mood became very unbeautiful.

"Is that Mr. Dalton?" Heimdall was speechless.

Rommel snorted coldly, pursing his mouth into a straight line.

After a while, Osam walked into the tea room uninvited, sat down on the chair as if no one else was there, and slapped the table with his hand: "Tea, no milk and sugar."

A cup of hot tea appeared in front of Osam in an instant.

Osam raised the cup to his mouth and took a sip, and frowned critically: "Well, it's okay. Get something to eat, I'm hungry." Then, a snack stand with three trays appeared out of nowhere, and Osam Sam frowned and picked for a long time before picking up a piece of pastry.

"Why are you staring at me? Don't you recognize me?" Osam found that Heimdall was staring at him intently.

"I'm getting to know you again." Heimdall nodded.

"Why?" Osam wondered.

Because distance creates beauty.

The first impression that Osam Dalton brought to Heimdall was actually quite deep. Cold, sharp, rigorous and compelling pressure are the labels that Heimdall added to Dalton. In other words, they represent Heimdall sees several attractive qualities of a mature man...

Heimdall bowed his head and took a sip of tea, silently introspecting, feeling a sense of emptiness similar to the shattered idol.

Rommel couldn't help laughing when he saw the gloomy look on his son's face.

Osam frowned and glared at him. In order not to scare Rieger, he directed all his unhappiness at Rommel, which is the so-called venting his anger.

Rommel ignored it, and said indifferently to the unexpected visitor: "Go back early after eating, I'm upset just looking at it." Wouldn't the Dalton family not even be able to supply this little thing? !

Osam is also used to hearing but not seeing. He took out a letter from his arms and put it in front of Heimdall: "This letter was forwarded to our home, probably because no one in Knockturn Alley has been accepting it."

Since Heimdall moved into the old house, Snow and Neal also moved here temporarily.

The sender was quite smart, and he knew how to leave a way for the messenger. Osum always admired the persistent and smart people.

It's Victor's letter!After Heimdall received the letter, his face couldn't help showing joy, and Osam, who was looking at it with expressive and unaffected joy, was amazed.

"Father, can I..." Heimdall looked at his father expectantly.

"Hmm." Rommel picked up the teacup and said casually, "Anyway, this person will leave on his own after eating enough, so there's no need to bother entertaining him."

Osam choked suddenly.

"Thank you." Heimdall leaned forward and kissed his father's cheek, then turned to face Osam. "Thank you too."

Osam deliberately raised an eyebrow in disappointment: "Ah? That's it?"

Heimdall kissed him quickly after hearing the words, and left the tea room under Osam's smiling gaze.

***

"Letter from Victor Krum to Heimdall Strulusson, December 1992, 12"

Rig,

After I got home, I couldn't wait to write to you, eager to say something, but when I faced the letter paper, I found that I couldn't write.I couldn't put my thoughts into words and put them on paper. I was surprised to find that they couldn't express what I wanted to express. All the words became pale and powerless.

You can imagine how helpless I am with a quill pen, it must be ridiculous.

Don't think about it, this is definitely not to lure you to fantasize about my appearance, or to tempt you to draw my appearance in your heart through my pen. Please believe me, I definitely don't mean that.

After I separated from you, I began to pay attention to everything about Britain nervously. A little joke, or a person’s name, or even an inadvertent mention can make me absent-minded for a long time. Even the weather in Britain every day I can’t help but want to to understand.

Oh, don't worry about that, I'm fine for now.

On the day I got home, I found an anthology of English poetry in my uncle’s study, and I’m studying it now. Last night, I happened to read a poem written in 1818. I don’t know if it’s due to the limitation of my English comprehension ability. Can't seem to understand the meaning, baby, help me to see, please make it more straightforward and clear--

May a week turn into a century,

Feeling parting and meeting every week,

Then friendship will forever shine on cheeks,

Just one year turns into 1000 years;

If so, though life is short,

We shall live long, time shall be useless,

The day's journey will lengthen and slow down,

Keep our joy in the twilight.

……

Believe me darling, this is really just a poem about friendship too hard for me to read, and I'm definitely not thinking of you.

VK

"It's fucking disgusting..."

Heimdall cursed rudely while holding the letter paper, but the expression on his face was just the opposite.

From a pod cat's point of view, his owner had glowing eyes, a goofy smile, and an eerie pink burst all over his body.The black cat fled out with a "meow". It would rather be in the same room with a Chimera that was not like a Chimera than with its owner, lest it be assimilated into a disgusting pink cat.

Heimdall didn't care about Pod's hasty behavior of fleeing for his life. He put down the letter paper and took out a pen and paper to write a reply.

He occasionally raised his eyes to look out of the window, and the ancient and majestic scenery always brought him different thoughts, and Heimdall wrote them down on paper one by one.

When Olar flew away with his reply letter, it was already dusk outside the window.

Snow called from downstairs, and Heimdall ran out of the room in response.

(PS: The poem above is excerpted from Keats' "May a week be a century")

***

"Here, your letter." Bernick smiled and raised his hand. "It's finally here. It's not easy. I've been waiting for a reply since the day the letter was sent out. Dude, I really admire you."

Victor was unmoved, and immediately reached out to take it. He was about to take it apart when he suddenly remembered something, and looked up at his cousin.

"Okay, okay, I'll go, I won't bother you." Bernick left the cousin's room with a shameless expression that I knew very well, and closed the door by the way.

Victor withdrew his gaze staring at the door, and when his eyes fell back on the letter, his expression suddenly became soft, and the arc of his mouth was full of expectation——

"Letter from Heimdall Strulusson to Victor Krum, December 1992, 12"

"Viktor,

You think so highly of me, and that poem about friendship, so hard you can't read it, stumps me as much as it does the letters of the alphabet.I do have a book of poems on my shelf too, did you see that book the last time you were in Knockturn Alley, so you assume I love reading poetry?

Tell you, it’s a big mistake. I only own it because its original owner owes me a catty of coffee beans. In fact, I would rather he use other coffee beans to make up for it than a collection of poems. Obviously, the honest man doesn’t think so. In his It seems that this book is worth more than all coffee beans.

The difference in values ​​has left me with a useless book on my bookshelf, that's all. "

A little villain who likes to play dumb.Victor shook his head.

"I didn't receive this letter in the first time. Are you in a hurry? Don't hide it. Don't think that you can deny it because I can't see your expression from across the ocean. It's useless to do so. I can imagine In addition, I also want to tell you that I actually don't miss you at all, not at all...

Well, I think I get it, there is a rebellious satisfaction in being ironic. "

Victor couldn't help laughing, and joyful laughter filled the room.

"Although I don't know whether you want to know, but I still want to tell you that maybe Dad is more magnanimous and kind than I imagined. I think our father-son relationship may go further. Maybe I should let go of some restraint and talk to him Get closer. My dad once hinted to me that I can act like a baby with him. Could it be that if I do this, he will be able to face up to you and our relationship?

Draco once told me in private that our father-son relationship was mostly polite, he felt that my father and I were not much closer than him and his father, and he even said that there was always a barrier between us.

In fact, I don't think these are important, we get along well now, he is a good father to me, that's the most important thing, isn't it? "

No, my dear, Rommel obviously doesn't see it that way.Victor sighed.Rieger lacked paternal love since he was a child, so he didn't know how to get along with father and son. In fact, Victor himself was also groping for this.

It's better to tell Rieger not to act like a baby with Rommel for himself, it may backfire.Victor still had a deep fear of Rommel Strulusson.

"You know what I'm thinking right now? I'm guessing what you're going to think when you see this. You're thinking how to stop me from acting like a baby with Dad, aren't you? I can imagine your expression now, it must be You frown with a serious expression. That’s it. You used to scare me with this expression, but after that, this expression rarely appeared in front of my eyes. In fact, I quite like it. It has a unique masculine charm.

I also like your body, with the undulating lines of your breathing, and the moment when your muscles are tensed when you play, you show a powerful explosive force.Every night in the dead of night, these pictures slowly appear in my mind one frame after another.

Then at this time, I will close my eyes, and your breath will fall on my face with the kiss——

Your hands fascinate me too, the great shudder of every callus in your palm rubbing against my skin, the warmth of touching my neck and collarbone as I serve your desire I was doubly excited by the slight tingling that erupted in my scalp as they grabbed my hair.Your hands are always gentle and soft to tease me, and when you gently use them to move around my body, I am hardened by the immense pleasure.

Oh, what time is it, I wrote so much before I knew it, Snow is going home soon, so let's go here first.

Sincerely look forward to meeting you in my dream at night.

Rig”

Victor stared dumbfounded at the hasty end of the letter, and suddenly felt like he was being sidelined.

"Well done honey, beautiful counterattack." He couldn't help but smile slightly, he already felt a little bit hard somewhere in his body. "It was a solid punch, right below the belt."