HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall raised his head from the book, staring at the night sky outside the window in a daze.

"What's the matter?" Victor stood beside him, holding his hand.

Heimdall turned his head: "Should I tell Draco and Uncle Lucius about this?"

"I don't think it's necessary." Victor was decisive. "The Malfoy family knew you, was in contact with you, and the cousin your cousin likes is also you, not the original Rig. Besides, the result is the same whether you say it or not." Even if you tell Malfoy everything Folks, the original Rig isn't coming back either.

Heimdall nodded, his expression suddenly darkened.

Victor was filled with tenderness for a moment, and felt that this was a great opportunity to sneak in, so he bent down and hugged his shoulders. Just as he was about to have an all-round mental harassment, he heard Rigg sigh deeply and shake his head. Drooping, his face was buried in the book, and a muffled moan came out: "Why is it so difficult for Animagus~~~"

Victor's tenderness froze on his face.

It turned out that this was the case, the calculation failed, and the boyfriend was a little disappointed.

Victor quickly corrected his posture, and said solemnly: "Practice Transfiguration can't be rushed, otherwise it will be easy to get twice the result with half the effort."

Heimdall turned his face sideways: "How long did you practice?"

"More than two years, less than three years."

Heimdall was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Well, I feel much better."

"Don't bring such a shocking thing." Victor grabbed his neckline with his hand, and Heimdall struggled symbolically.

"So cooperative?" Mr. Kroom didn't feel a sense of accomplishment, but he didn't forget to stop his movements.

"If it took me nearly three years to practice, you have to comfort me when the time comes."

Victor couldn't laugh or cry, and suddenly collapsed on Heimdall's body, looking like he was dying.In Rigg's heart, three years is a time of failure. Mr. Kroom touched his heart and felt very hurt.

"I ask for comfort!" Victor blew on Heimdall's neck, who swayed and hurriedly hid his face back in the book.

At that moment, the ears turned slightly red.

Victor smiled evilly, and licked it with the tip of his tongue: "My dear, you are so sensitive."

Heimdall sat up straight as if nothing had happened, and picked up the book calmly: "Is there any secret to this magic?"

Well, back to study time again.

Victor simply dragged a chair and sat next to him: "First of all, you must memorize the principles of Animagus, second, you must have a rich imagination, and third, you must practice repeatedly. There are no shortcuts to all magic. , Some people master it quickly because of their own comprehension ability, and those with high comprehension can avoid detours."

"I understand all the truths you said, and I remember the principles, but no matter how much you practice, you can't make it into shape." Heimdall pondered. "Is it because I lack imagination?"

"Maybe, everyone's understanding is different. The so-called imagination is also summed up by myself, and I can't generalize it."

"What were you thinking when you were practicing?"

Victor recalled: "There are too many, but the scene that appears most in my mind is the scene of riding a broom, and there is a sense of condescension overlooking all living beings."

Heimdall was excited when he heard that, "Your image of an Animagus is a golden eagle, which coincides with your imagination. It seems that what you said is not unfounded."

"That's why I said that I can't generalize. This method works for me, but it may not work for others." Victor reminded him to be cautious, and the consequences of a slight deviation in the operation of Animagus during practice would be disastrous.

"What I saw was the sky when I was making predictions." Heimdall laughed expectantly. "Tell me, is my Animagus also a flying animal?"

Victor smiled: "Do you like animals that can fly?"

"Flying is a lot easier than walking," Heimdall said.

"What a lazy boy!" Victor clamped Heimdall's nose with his fingers.

Heimdall looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, and said with a pinch of hope, "It would be best to become like Olar, how handsome!"

Victor sighed silently, Rigg's aesthetics had reached the point where both humans and gods were indignant.

When Victor left Heimdall's room that night, Heimdall was still buried in the book, and it is said that he was trying to imagine Olar's heroic posture, seeing Heimdall's expression of pain, entanglement, and expectation. , Victor suddenly felt a feeling of being excluded. It seems that in Rieger's heart, he and magic coexist, and there is no distinction between who is ahead and who is behind.

I'm not the only one in Rigg's mind.Mr. Krum thought very emptily.

Before leaving, he worriedly told Heimdall: "Go to bed early, we will go back to school tomorrow afternoon."

"Oh." Heimdall nodded vaguely.

Victor smiled helplessly, closed the door and turned to leave.

Until Rommel knocked on the door and said good night to Heimdall, Snow knocked on the door to say good night, Draco and Lucius came to say good night to him one after another, after that, the light in Heimdall's room was still on.

Victor's room is next door to Heimdall (Draco on the other side), and he was able to observe Rigg's work and rest schedule, and Rigg didn't turn off the lights until twelve o'clock.Victor took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It was almost one o'clock.He opened the window and looked in. Sure enough, the light was still on.

Victor opened the door, and a house-elf appeared out of thin air. He raised his head respectfully and said, "What's your order?"

"Bring some food and drink to your little master." Although she knew that she was a bit redundant, Xina would arrange everything. The house elf had broken away from the shackles of passive obedience and would take the initiative to care about her master. Nevertheless, Wick Duo still couldn't help giving orders to the elves.

"It has been sent. The patriarch and master Snow have ordered us to take care of little master Lige."

Victor rubbed his nose and waved his hand, and the house elf slowly faded away.

After thinking about it for a while, Victor decided not to disturb Rieger. He sat in the room for a while and found that he was not sleepy, so he took out some materials of the Basteto Vulcan team and leaned on the bed with his clothes to read them. .

After a while, there was a knock on the door, and a questioning voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Krum, I'm Hina."

"come in."

Sheena appeared at the head of the bed, and she put the tray in her hand on the nightstand.

"This is..." Victor said in surprise.

"This is the master's order. These foods will help you sleep."

Victor grinned: "He hasn't slept yet?"

"No."

Victor pondered for a moment, then turned his gaze to Xina: "By the way, how is your wedding arrangement going?"

Hina blushed immediately, and covered her face with her hands in shame: "What, what wedding...don't talk nonsense..."

Hasn't that Dodoma succeeded yet?Victor said to Xina: "If it were me, I would definitely agree to it without saying anything. My greatest dream is to start a family with Rigg."

Hina blinked, sincerely happy for her master, she knew that what Mr. Krum said was the truth.The shyness faded away, and Hina lowered her head halfway, her expression became very gentle: "Xina and Mr. Dodoma are not young anymore, and they won't be able to serve the master for a few years in the future. Hina thinks it's good now, the Sturluson family She has given Xina a brand-new elf lifestyle, and Xina is already very content." Xina bravely raised her head and looked into Victor's eyes: "Mr. Krum must always like Master, if Master is sad Now, Xina will be sad, and Xina will be very angry." As soon as the words fell, Xina screamed "Ah" with her hands on her cheeks, looked at Victor in fear, and then ran away.

Victor was dumbfounded at the air in the room. He was just... threatened by a house elf?

Deep drowsiness swept over in the early hours of the morning. Victor couldn't bear it and leaned against the head of the bed and fell asleep. As a result, the sky outside the window was already bright when he woke up, and he tasted the sequelae of poor sleeping posture. The throbbing pain like sprained joints, especially in the neck, seems to be not his own.

Victor threw away the materials, got out of bed sleepily, moved his joints, walked back and forth twice, and was about to wash up, when he saw a black shadow passing by the window inadvertently, Victor was stunned for a moment, hesitantly Walking over and opening the window to look into the distance, he saw under the deep sky, a white elf leaping and soaring nimbly.

Victor narrowed his eyes, and the white shadow suddenly turned around and rushed towards him. As the white shadow approached Victor's face, a trace of surprise gradually appeared, until it folded its wings and landed on the window sill. Duo is still a little dazed.

"...Rig?" he asked hesitantly.

The white bird flapped its wings violently.

"Really you?" Victor laughed. "It's unbelievable that you made it. Great job, baby!"

Shiratori tilted his neck, seemingly very pleased with himself.

Victor fondled his feathers fondly: "Is this a falcon? Judging by the color of the feathers, it should be a white falcon."

Falcon Rigg suddenly lowered his head.

"What's wrong?" Victor asked puzzled.

Then Heimdall changed back, sat on the window sill and said dejectedly, "It's not Olar."

Victor was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. He stepped forward and hugged Heimdall vigorously, rubbing that soft blond hair vigorously.

Heimdall yelled unwillingly in his arms: "Bai Falcon is not handsome at all! I don't like it!"

"Rommel will definitely like it." Victor rested his chin on the top of his head.

Heimdall became quiet: "Really?"

Victor subtly tasted the gap, so he said reluctantly, "I promise."

"But honey, for the sake of me being your boyfriend, can you help me for a while." Victor said.

"What help?"

"Who else knows that you have been able to use this magic successfully?"

"Hina."

"So they don't know about Rommel?"

"I probably don't know yet."

Victor smiled.

Heimdall said very sincerely: "In my heart, you are the same as Dad and Snow."

Victor smiled even brighter, and it was because of this that he wanted to fight for a priority.

***

After daybreak, Victor entered the house through the door.

At this time, everyone had already got up, and they looked at the man who walked into the living room from the outside with wide eyes. His right arm was wrapped with a thick scarf, and a white falcon more than half a meter tall was sitting on it.

This beautiful white falcon immediately got everyone's attention.

"Mr. Krum, is this your bird?" Draco sighed with bright eyes, and almost rushed to touch it.

Victor did not answer, and added in his heart: I hope so.

"Bought it? When?" Neil asked.

"No." Victor said. "I'm developing a relationship with him and hopefully he'll be mine in the future."

Neil frowned inexplicably, "Why did you suddenly fall in love with raising birds?"

Victor said with a smile, "This morning."

Neil rolled her eyes, she felt that Victor was perfunctory.

"How is it? Not bad?" Victor said to Rommel and Snow as if offering a treasure.

"Well, very good." Snow admitted immediately.

Rommel, who has not said a word, changed to a more comfortable sitting position, took out a pair of very professional-looking carving gloves from his pocket, put them on calmly under Victor's dumbfounded gaze, and then Lifting his head: "Come on, Rigg, come to Dad." Rommel raised his arms as he said.

Bai Falcon glanced at Victor, showing a trace of sympathy in a very humane way, and Bai Falcon Rig flapped his wings and landed on Rommel's arm.

Victor smiled wryly and fell down on the sofa.

"Not bad, not bad, really good." Snow deliberately amplified his voice while stroking Bai Falcon's head.

Victor suddenly felt that he was asking for trouble.

The rest of the people were dumbfounded, "This is Lige?"

"Animagus?" Lucius responded the fastest.

"It's so cool!" Draco's eyes were full of longing.

Rommel looked at the white falcon on his arm with satisfaction, and praised: "It is very characteristic of our Iceland." It can be seen that the image of his son's Animagus is very popular with his father.

"Let me just say, Rommel will definitely like it." Victor slowly untied the scarf on his arm, and found that the top layers had several holes. He was not surprised. The raptor's claws are very Sharp, he himself has a lot of experience in this area.

Falcon Rig heard the words and looked at Victor, one person and one bird were a few steps away from each other and looked at each other.

Rommel snorted coldly: "Mr. Krum, have you packed your luggage?"

Victor frowned: "You're not chasing someone away, are you?"

"I'm concerned about you." Rommel said with a half-smile.

Victor shivered in disbelief.

At this time, Heimdall suddenly fluttered away from Rommel's arm, and changed back the moment he fell to the ground.

He landed right in front of Draco.

Draco took some time to digest what he saw, and he said enthusiastically, "Is it easy for Animagus to practice?"

"I think it's quite difficult, but as long as you find the right way, you should get twice the result with half the effort."

Draco quickly fell into his own world and thought about it, Heimdall smiled helplessly: "Dear cousin, I won't see you off today."

At this moment, Draco remembered feeling sad for a moment, but said in his mouth: "Don't forget the broom you promised me."

Heimdall was speechless.

"Write to me," Master Malfoy ordered.

"If you're free," Heimdall said.

Draco was speechless now.

Then, the two children looked at each other.

The adults on the side all laughed when they saw this.