HP's Foreign Land

If you were to ask Victor Krum what he thought of Heimdall Strulusson in the past, he would probably tell you that a child who looks cute but is actually stable is, yes, a child.

Since childhood, Victor wanted to have such a little carrot jumping around behind him, enjoying the fun of being an older brother.Although Bernick is a cousin, but the two are similar in age, they only feel like playmates of the same age, and they can't bear the airs of an older brother.The appearance of Heimdall just made up for this gap, and such a positioning once made Victor very satisfied.

In other words, before Mr. Krum was "inspired" by the dream, he only regarded Heimdall as a younger brother, a more sensible and obedient younger generation-in line with all Victor's fantasies and definitions of younger brothers.

However, the skinny reality forcibly turned his sense of satisfaction to the wrong level. The world can learn from it. Mr. Krum really didn't have any crooked thoughts before. He just thought this baby was as cute as before, and there was Sometimes he will show an old-fashioned look that does not match his age at an angle that others think he can't see, which makes his immature face look particularly funny.

In my memory, many years ago, he was like a little old man, speaking and doing things in an even manner.

This discovery made Victor nostalgic, surprised and funny. Over time, he also developed the habit of secretly observing a certain boy.

I have to say that the fun that Rieger brought to him at that time was more like a cocoon exploration. Unexpectedly, the moth that came out of his heart shocked Mr. Krum.

The book is back to normal.

Victor in front of the fireplace didn't panic when the dream just lost control; he didn't panic when he was forced to watch the inexplicable scenes; he in the dream—although he wasn't himself, but he thought it should be himself— —I often stay with a person who can’t see his face or hear his words clearly. Sometimes he doesn’t even do anything, just stay like this. The shock became stronger each time, and each time I wanted to know what kind of person the dream object was, that is to say, Mr. Kroom panicked.

Until he really saw the appearance of the other party, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Then, Victor was confused again, that wasn't Rigg, at least not the current Rigg.But why was he so sure it was Rigg at first sight?This question was as puzzling as he faced himself in his dream.

In the dream, he and him were doing ordinary things, talking about conversations that Victor couldn't understand, sometimes hazy, sometimes warm, sometimes sweet...Sweetness is just Victor's personal definition, the two of them in the dream There was little intimacy at first.

Victor couldn't help asking himself, if it was him, he would touch and feel Rigg's presence all the time, and he would definitely not let it go.This thought flashed through his mind, like a flash of lightning across the sky, illuminating places that he hadn't noticed before. At this moment, Victor found that he didn't resist at all. Thoughts are gone.

This dream is telling me, convincing me, and guiding me. I don't know why, Victor gradually has such a feeling.

Staying in the dream that seems to be realistic for one minute longer, he will be more envious of himself in the dream, and sincerely yearn for the emotion that can be expressed without words.

Then he thought of Rig, the cute Rig, the sensible Rig, and the little old Rig...

The protagonist in the dream suddenly changed from him and him to him and him.

Every expression of Rigg is so clear, as clear as real, even though Victor knew it was a dream, he still couldn't help being dazzled.Rigg looked at his eyes, every side, every movement, every expression of speaking... and the soul-stirring kiss, and the more lingering sex.

It's certainly not reality, although Victor would love to think they are.He just repeated the act by substituting the image of him and what he had been in the dream with him and Rigg.

Victor obtained great satisfaction from brain supplementation. He liked the new definition, which was a hundred times stronger than his younger brother's positioning.

When the color of the dream suddenly returned, and he and he appeared again, the feeling of depression suddenly swept over, and the faint and fragile gray became stronger than before, a color of withering life, which made Victor breathless .

He was subconsciously unwilling to accept this tone, he didn't want to see it, and wanted to abandon it immediately, but he couldn't help but see the dream.

He didn't understand why the original good picture suddenly changed, why Lige in the dream was lying on the bed dying, what was the reason... The pain in his heart was conveyed to himself through him in the dream, whether it was in the dream or not, he They all stood there passively, unable to stop the torment in their hearts, and silently endured the deep-seated dull pain spreading from the apex of their hearts little by little.

There is nothing they can do about death.

"Do you think you can get rid of me this way, Sien?"

The self in the dream said this sentence, and it was the first and only voice Victor had heard since he fell asleep.

Understatement but powerful.

It's Russian, he told himself.

Then, he woke up, maybe it was the end of the dream, maybe not, anyway, he opened his eyes without getting any answers.

Rigg's face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, looking at him with concern.

Victor stared at it in a daze, motionless, a burst of ecstasy suddenly rose in his heart, thank God, Rieger is still alive, it was just a dream, Rieger is still alive...

That night, he stood in front of the bedroom window and looked out. His uncle's small house was covered by layers of trees, and even the outline was melted into the darkness. Struggling, he stared in that direction for a whole night, without thinking about any results.

The next day, he stepped into the small living room, and the boy sitting on the sofa raised his face and smiled at him: Good morning! "

At that moment, he suddenly realized.

He wanted to pull the boy into his arms, feel his presence eagerly, kiss, hug, whatever.After a while, he forced himself to suppress the commotion in his heart.Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, he keeps on building himself up mentally.

He was willing to be locked up, if it was Rigg.

He didn't want to wake up from the nightmare again.

***

Victor turned his face, and found that Rigg had buried his head in the book again, still muttering along the contents of the book.

"Honey, we're dating." Victor told him calmly.

Heimdall nodded while muttering: "Oh."

"... Rig?"

"Oh."

"I'm talking to you."

"Oh."

"Your cousin is here."

"Oh."

"I'm your favorite Victor."

"Oh."

"Victor Klum is the most handsome, the most handsome guy in Europe."

"Oh."

Victor rubbed his chin, "Actually, I think so too."

Heimdall burst out laughing.

"Why don't you say number one in the world?"

"You little villain! Did you mean to make fun of me?!" Victor pounced on a tiger and pushed him down on the rattan backrest bench.

Heimdall still laughed.

Victor nodded with satisfaction in his heart, at least he threw away the damn book.

Victor looked at Heimdall for a while, then bent down to kiss the lips of his sweetheart, not a kiss full of lust, he just rubbed his lips lightly, from the corner of his lips to the earlobe, and finally lingered on the temples, he His movements were full of intimacy and tenderness, Heimdall grunted comfortably, and stretched out his arms to hook Victor's neck.

Victor whispered in his ear: "The latest season of the Europa Quidditch League Cup will start in August this year."

Heimdall immediately fell silent and waited for the next sentence.

"The official players of the Basteto Vulcan team have been confirmed. They will start training in June. In July, there will be a selection of the Vulcan team's alternate lineup for the UEFA Cup. As long as they are signed players, they can participate. .”

Judging from the meaning of these words, he must not have his share in the training camp in June.

"You want to try the alternate selection?" Heimdall asked.

"Yes." Victor smacked his cheek. "Anyway, it was a holiday at that time. Even if you are not strong enough to be selected, just treat it as one more training opportunity."

Heimdall hoped that he could really calm down like this, but Victor is not a reckless person in the first place, and gold will always shine. This impromptu selection of alternates may be the head coach's ulterior motives.

Heimdall thought for a while and said, "The alternate Seeker is an indispensable member of a professional team, although most of the time the chances of sitting on the bench are greater."

There is no time threshold for the Quidditch match, and as long as the Snitch doesn't throw a tantrum, alternate Seekers won't get a chance to play.In "Tracing the Origin of Quidditch", there are very few games that have been played for three consecutive months. So far, there is only one game. If you meet an energetic Xiaoqiang, the substitute will have no chance to make it out.

Thinking about it, of course Heimdall would not say that in front of Victor, it was too shocking.

"I wish you success soon." Heimdall kissed his boyfriend on the right cheek.

Victor touched Heimdall's lips with his hand, and smiled slightly: "Who said I'm going to fight for the Seeker alternate."

Heimdalton opened his eyes wide.

"My goal is to be the alternate goalkeeper."

"Goalkeeper?" Heimdall asked puzzled. "Why the goalkeeper?"

"Generally, after the seeker is determined, it is impossible to change it unless it is absolutely necessary, and there are only a handful of games that require the seeker to be replaced from ancient times to the present. I have no hope for that probability. And the chaser and bat Hands are the core of tactical execution. Once the official game lineup is finalized, it is difficult to make major changes. Only the goalkeeper is the most uncertain factor. If the performance of this game is not good, the next game substitution will not affect the overall tactical arrangement. Impact."

Heimdall understood right away: "The substitute goalkeeper has a higher probability of qualifying than other players."

"Yes." Victor kissed him again. "I just want to give myself more opportunities to play. As far as my little game experience is concerned, it is insignificant for professional players."

Heimdall was in a daze for a while, and then said uncertainly, "You know what goalkeepers do on the field, right?"

Victor was so happy when he heard it, he burst out laughing.

Heimdall felt that his self-esteem was hurt, and he curled his lips unhappily, drooping his eyebrows and eyes with bad eyes.

"Honey, I was the varsity goalie before Tim Duncan took over."

Heimdall was taken aback: "Haven't you always been a Seeker?"

"I stayed in front of the goal until I got players who could match my playing style." Victor collapsed after explaining. "You don't even care about me."

When Heimdall heard this, he immediately pecked at his face.

Mr. Krum allowed himself to enjoy the delicate kiss for a while with peace of mind, and he asked for it himself. For this reason, he decided to enjoy it for a while.After Mr. Krum thought it was enough, he took the initiative, fixed the back of Heimdall's head, and kissed him hard.

The lips and teeth blended, this time it was no longer just aimless friction, but full of desire.

There was a burst of chattering voices from far to near, the two immersed in tenderness were not disturbed, even if they found out that they were disturbed, they might just be indifferent.

Someone pushed aside the dark green vines, glanced at them inadvertently, and then stopped suddenly. The person quickly turned around, stopped the students behind him, and explained the reason in a murmur.

Everyone in the Mehrat school team scrambled to climb next to the huge plant that is said to be quite old and can't be named, and stretched their heads and brains. When they had enough peeps and their curiosity was completely satisfied, they all had ambiguous eyes. , and returned along the road with a lewd look on their faces.Of course, the topic was different from when they came here, and they found a new point of discussion.

The captain of the Mehrat school team is also among them, but there is more surprise in his eyes than others.