HP's Foreign Land

"I heard that the blind date didn't go well?" Victor sat next to Heimdall.

Heimdall looked up from his homework: "Hi."

Victor bowed his head and kissed him on the cheek: "What's going on?"

"Toffee beat Mr. Vodka."

"gentlemen?"

"gentlemen."

Victor smiled playfully: "I didn't expect that kid to be quite picky."

"What do you mean, Mr. Krum, you're not ready?" Heimdall squinted at him.

Victor immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "It's you, Mr. Sturluson."

Heimdall couldn't help laughing, and changed the subject: "I didn't see you when the school team came in for dinner just now. Bernick said that the coach of the Vulcan team is here?"

Heimdall deliberately said that he asked the question on his own initiative. After a certain cousin finished complaining, he thought it was going to be exposed. If Bernick knew that Heimdall was so good, he would be so happy.

"Come to discuss basic training with me, and tell me about the current situation of the Vulcan team. The boss asked him to come."

Heimdall thought, maybe the boss can't handle the head coach, but fortunately there is an alternate coach who is willing to listen to him.

"I... heard something from Bernick." Heimdall waited for Victor to finish his dinner before opening his mouth.

Victor was startled when he heard the words, but soon smiled: "What did he say?"

Heimdall observed his expression carefully, and after confirming that there was no forced smile in it, he felt relieved: "Bernicke is very worried about you."

"He always likes to think badly about things. He has been like this since he was a child." Victor looked unfriendly, but his tone was just the opposite.

"I worry about you too."

Victor looked at him deeply, then opened his arms wide: "Come."

Heimdall was unmoved, looked critically at it, and then hooked his fingers: "Come."

Victor smiled casually, leaned towards him, stroked Heimdall's forehead with one hand and exerted a little force-forcing him to lift his chin, and hooked his waist with the other hand.

Because of this action, Heimdall opened his mouth unconsciously, and Victor's tongue slipped in very flexibly. In the intense entanglement of lips and tongue, Heimdall's body quickly heated up until his mouth became numb and the base of his tongue hurt. Victor let him go.

When Heimdall came back to his senses, the first thing he saw was a group of first-year students a few steps away. They were either tongue-tied or their eyes flickered. Heimdall suddenly realized that the positive image he had built up with great difficulty was now all over.

Heimdall is still very good at pretending to be serious in front of people. In addition, the deputy head of the second grade who is in charge of the first grade will unconsciously give people a role model. He often reminds Wick Don't be too presumptuous in front of the first grade.Today, her boyfriend's interest came too suddenly, and he was caught off guard. Heimdall scolded himself for sinking too fast and being too unreserved.

Victor held him in his arms and continued to kiss and gnaw. Heimdall relaxed under the fiery attention of the first graders. Anyway, he had been hit right, so he just smashed the jar and pretended to be serious for someone to see!

"Actually, you don't think there is any problem at all, do you?" Heimdall pushed Victor's face away forcefully. "Talk to you!"

Victor seemed to sit up straight with regret: "I originally signed into the team as a substitute, and I haven't graduated yet. I'm not counting as their official team members for the time being. Those players really don't need to care about me."

"You can think about it." Heimdall admired his open-mindedness.

"It's better to keep a low profile as a human being." Mr. Kroom pointed out seriously.

"Do you think you are keeping a low profile?" Heimdall said very meaningfully.

Victor rubbed his hair: "I can't control others, I have to restrain myself."

Heimdall was silent for a moment: "Aren't you angry? They blatantly suppress you, cut your face, treat each other coldly, your skills are obvious to all, and you are so famous..."

"Maybe that's one of the reasons why they don't like me."

Heimdall was stunned, and then he understood. Regardless of the mentality of the official players of the Vulcan team to deal with Victor, there must be unbalanced factors in it. So loud, he was taken into the team by the boss before he graduated. Looking at the current European Quidditch world, there is absolutely no second person who can be recruited by a first-line professional team a year in advance like Victor.Although it is only a substitute, the pressure on the official players can be imagined. If Victor is genuine and dedicated to striving for the top, it is uncertain which official player will be replaced.

Everyone is in a hurry.

"In other words, those adults are afraid of you." Heimdall and You Rongyan concluded.

"Even if they are not afraid now, sooner or later they will learn to be afraid." Victor said word by word.

cool!Heimdall's eyes flickered for a moment.

"But I really can't imagine what you look like when you're sitting on the bench." Heimdall smiled and shook his head.

"I once sat on the bench for two years."

Heimdall was taken aback: "When?"

"First grade and second grade."

Heimdall sighed: "I didn't expect that."

"In the first grade, August accidentally discovered that I had a talent for riding a broom, so he introduced me to the school team. At that time, the school team caused some controversy because of my joining. There were grade requirements for the school team to select new players. Only students above the third grade (including the third grade) can participate in the team selection. At that time, I was only in the first grade, but in the end I joined the school team under Auguste's insistence. From the day I joined the team, I started to sit I'm on the bench, not to mention playing games, I'm not even allowed to participate in basic training."

"This situation didn't improve until entering the third grade?"

"Well, later August became the captain, and Bernick also joined the school team." Victor smiled wryly. "The original captain didn't like me very much."

"Maybe that captain and the adults in the Vulcan team made a mistake." Jealous of Victor's outstanding talent in Quidditch.

And others, such as Bernick, who is used to seeing Victor's current glory, ignores the past. The ace is not born, and the ace also came step by step from the bench.

"There is still more than a year before I graduate and join the Vulcan team. I can use this year to continue to consolidate my strength. One year later, I want to try to participate in their official player selection."

"Will that head coach be so easy to talk to?" Heimdall pursed his lips.

"I have a year to communicate with him." Victor smiled calmly.

"I wish you immediate success!" Heimdall still had great confidence in him, and Victor never did anything he was not sure of.

"And now!" Victor suddenly emphasized. "My biggest wish is to compete well in the Junior Quidditch Cup, and strive to win the semi-finals and successfully advance."

Heimdall heard some meaning from his words: "Has the lottery been drawn?"

"Bernick was lucky this time. He didn't draw Beauxbatons and Hogwarts, nor Liechtenstein and Heideggerach."

Heimdall's eyes lit up: "These four schools together account for half of the places, so luck is really good."

"There are bound to be some fights. Hogwarts has drawn Heideggerak, and Beauxbatons will face Liechtenstein the day after tomorrow."

It's really a few joys and a few sorrows.

Heimdall asked: "Looking at these four teams from your perspective, which side do you think has a better chance of winning?"

"...It's hard to say." Victor stroked his chin.

Heimdall shrugged: "Then just wait and see."

***

The next day when Heimdall went down from the third floor to the second floor of the castle, he was bumped by a first grader who hurried past him. This bump knocked half of his good mood away.

Heimdall grabbed the perpetrator who wanted to escape: "The morning of the first grade is History of Magic, if my memory is not wrong, Mr. Paltrow?"

The first grader named Paltrow shrank his neck in fright: "I, I'll go right away...I'm late..."

"You went the wrong way." Heimdall kindly told him where he was wrong.

Paltrow looked up for a while and looked down for a while in embarrassment, but he didn't follow his words.

"How many disciplinary points do you have left from last year? Let me see—" Heimdall fumbled into his pocket.

"Don't! I'm going now! I'm going!" Paltrow gritted his teeth and pointed to the direction of going downstairs to report loudly. "There are three more running faster than me, you go and catch them!"

The gritted teeth look like accusing him of killing his father and enemy.

Heimdall held back his smile and waved him away, but he was still reluctant to leave. He took three steps and turned around five steps. Heimdall made a gesture to dig out his pocket again. Paltrow ran away.

Heimdall withdrew his gaze, he didn't intend to arrest people, and he wanted someone to watch him just pretending.Heimdall gripped the book tightly and continued towards the destination in his heart. When he reached the second floor, the three legendary first graders bumped into his eyes.

They were lying in front of a window opening, looking intoxicated and focused.

Heimdall hesitated, then walked towards them.

As soon as they got close to them, Heimdall heard one of the first graders say: "It's incredible that there are such beautiful people in the world." Hearing the voice, he seemed to be about to faint.

The other two looked stupid and didn't say a word, and they didn't know whether they agreed or didn't hear it at all.

Heimdall moved to the window curiously and glanced. It turned out that there were a group of Beauxbaton girls around in the atrium garden. One by one you pushed and scrambled.

Heimdall couldn't help worrying about Durmstrang's future reputation.

"Does it look good?" Heimdall asked the three distraught first graders.

They nodded in unison, their expressions dreamy.

"Isn't it a girl? It's not like I haven't seen it before."

"I've never seen such a beautiful one..." One of them replied.

"Which one are you talking about?"

"Why are you so annoying! You can't see for yourself—" The first grade turned around cursing, and then just stood there stupidly.

"I just don't know, so I asked you to point it out to me." Heimdall smiled softly.

The first grader yelled furiously: "No! No one!"

"Why, isn't there a beautiful woman?" Heimdall said slowly.

"Not as beautiful as you!" He hurriedly flattered.

"Didn't you say it looks good?"

"It looks better without you!"

"It's so beautiful, I've never seen it before."

"What are you talking about? You are too modest. How can that kind of ugly monster be compared with you?"

Heimdall sighed: "I don't know if you've heard this sentence before. Those who dare to admit are heroes, and those who wantonly shirk are bears."

The first grade immediately burst into tears: "Delacour is so beautiful, I have never seen such a beautiful girl, I was so itchy to see it, it was so itchy that I forgot to go to class, so I was wrong, Mr. Sturluson. "

"Take these two away!" Heimdall waved his hand in a heart-rending way.

The first-year immediately turned left and right, one hand at a time, and while tugging hard, he turned his head and yelled at the two partners who still hadn't recovered, and took all his anger out on them.

When their figures gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor, Heimdall looked back.

Even though he told himself that it was nothing serious, he still couldn't hold back the desire to squirm, and leaned over to lean on the stone window sill and looked down, searching for the legendary and beautiful Delacour with his eyes-the rumors that spread at the end of last year Victor's rumored girlfriend.

It was taken for granted that such a stunning beauty would not be difficult to find, even if she was in a sea of ​​flowers, she would still be able to overwhelm the crowd.

very beautiful.Heimdall nodded with emotion, this is true, and he also wants to be a hero.

But why does he feel that Delacour is not alone in the garden?

Heimdall also saw Anita Slivan.

***

Anita stood in the line with unfriendly eyes, and an officer of the Durmstrang Student Union was at the front of the line, praising the school's glorious deeds and excellent traditions.When the officer was busy peeking at Delacour again and said the wrong thing, Anita snorted unceremoniously, and the officer immediately looked away blushing.

The female students around immediately whispered to each other. They always believed that Anita Slivan was always against Delacour out of jealousy.

Anita had always scoffed at their self-righteous conclusions.

Anita glanced away absently, raised her eyes inadvertently, and saw Heimdall Strulusson in the window hole on the second floor. Anita felt a buzzing in her head, and she couldn't move her eyes away.

Their eyes collided, Anita was inexplicably flustered, and she wanted to avoid the other party's sight in spite of herself. Anita turned her hands behind her back and pinched her palms hard, gritting her teeth to hold on.

Stulusson in the window suddenly pointed to his chest, then nodded and smiled at her, and mouthed "Thank you".

Anita's brain became hot, and a string broke with a "snap". She raised her hand to pin her long hair behind her ears, and raised her head slightly, revealing the pair of sparkling flower earrings.

As soon as she touched the earring on her earlobe, she regretted and wanted to hit the wall.

What am I doing! ! !Anita wanted to cry but had no tears.

Then she saw Strulusson give her the thumbs up—yes, very pretty, very suitable for you.

So ever.

Anita is surging again.