HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall understands the wilderness very well. You can see it hunting and running in the woods all day long. Professor Kattenen did not keep it in captivity in the house, but gave it a certain wild space. The Arctic wolf wilderness is not like Mermaid Sigma is so innocent, it understands the struggle and cruelty of nature.

After going through that life-and-death struggle, the wilderness realized the power of toffee firsthand, and under the pressure of the jungle, he lost his sense of security, so he repeatedly wanted to stand up, in fact, to maintain the safe distance it believed.

Toffee sneered at its approach, and with that self-righteous distance, it couldn't hold back the Myra beast at all.

The wasteland doesn't know, it can only use its survival experience to measure it. It can be seen that it has never encountered an animal stronger than toffee before, maybe it has never seen an animal as powerful as toffee. After all, the wasteland is just An ordinary arctic wolf.

Thinking of the reports about Chimera beasts he had seen in newspapers and magazines, Heimdall felt a little admiration for the wilderness. The media and experts generally believed that once a wizard encountered a living Chimera beast, the result would be Without exception, there is no return, and the wilderness has healthy limbs except for the serious injuries. It is said that Chimera beasts like to bite the "trophy" beyond recognition... Heimdall has a certain degree of fighting power in the wilderness affim.

Of course, to a large extent, Toffee was merciful.

When the wilderness fell asleep again from exhaustion, Heimdall walked lightly to a hospital bed by the door and sat down on the chair at the end of the bed.

Toffee, who was lazily drooping her head and laying on the ground, moved her ears, raised her head quickly, and when she saw Heimdall smiling at it close at hand, she jumped up and ran over.

In order to reduce the uneasiness in the wilderness, Heimdall shrunk the size of the toffee again. At this moment, the toffee is only about the size of a Papillon, so it is easy to hold.

The higher the field of vision, the wider the vision naturally. Toffee lay in Heimdall's arms and saw the weak wasteland on the hospital bed in the distance. She turned her head disapprovingly, and a few sharp lights flashed in her eyes.It is a Chimera beast, and it does not have the compassionate heart advocated by humans, but only disdains the "weak" wilderness.

It watches with the victor's attitude.

Gently pressing the top of his head with one hand, Toffee looked up at Heimdall, who said softly to it: "I can't use my standards to restrain you, and you can't use your standards to measure the wasteland. "

wilderness?Toffee pricked up his ears, is that the vulnerable guy?

Heimdall patted it on the head again: "Yes, it is Katenin's partner, just like you are my partner." He said, slowly stroking its head and neck with his fingers.

Toffee narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Seeing the pod cat, he ran out for a walk without making a sound.

"Thank you for helping me avenge."

When Toffee heard this, he struggled to get up, but was pushed back by Heimdall.

"Look, you've taught yourself a lesson. The wasteland was also sent to the school hospital, so let's forget about it."

Toffee thought he would be scolded by Heimdall, but he didn't expect that he not only didn't blame himself, but also thanked himself. Toffee was more well-behaved than before, and his muscles relaxed.

"But," Heimdall added. "There will be no next time. I think you can see that things like the wilderness are not your opponents. I guess ordinary animals will take a detour when they see you. You are a chimera and a strong one. You can't use the strong to bully the weak..."

Before Heimdall finished speaking, Toffee had already nodded repeatedly.

Blindly emphasize on the strong, don't reprimand its behavior, don't teach it in public, and don't say it's wrong.Heimdall thought it was a Chimera, and he couldn't teach it like a child, just like the pod cat said, it would be unfair to it.Its original intention is good, it is to vent anger for Heimdall, so Heimdall can’t complain about it, otherwise what kind of person will he become, even if Toffee understands human nature but not sophistication, it will chill its heart .

Heimdall knew that it had listened to his own words, so he stopped talking too much, and he still understood the reason why it was too much to go too far.

The pod cat also said that it is smart.

[When are we going to the arena? 】

The sudden voice startled both the man and the beast.

Toffee struggled hard, and Heimdall quickly changed into a hugging position so that he could see the portrait hanging on the skirt.

A certain headmaster looked at them boredly.

【when are we leaving? 】

Heimdall said softly: "I promised Professor Katenen to stay with the wasteland here, see if this works, I will ask Hina to send the portrait to the rostrum..."

Before he could finish speaking, Principal Beto glared: [Who do you think I am, come and go when you call me? 】Where is this all?

Heimdall couldn't argue with him, so he said embarrassingly, "Then..."

Beto interrupted again: [If you don't go, you won't go, I don't have to go, isn't there still a finals, and all our principals will be dispatched at that time. 】It seems to be true, but the real situation is that the German school team is still fighting hard to advance to the finals.

The former headmaster was used to being wanton. He forgot that he had to keep quiet in the school hospital, and let his temper make irresponsible remarks.

The wasteland in his sleep twitched uncomfortably, as if he was having a nightmare, and seemed to be shocked by the high decibels.

Heimdall took off the portrait, stuffed his hands into his pockets, and walked down the stairs quickly. When he stood still on the first floor, he took out his hands, and Beto's roar was deafening.

[You are so brave! 】

Just as Heimdall was about to defend himself, the portrait was picked up with two fingers.

Mr. Follett, the school nurse, turned the portrait over and said, "Oh, it's you!" in a bad tone. "The dead talk so loudly, and they are all dead, so they should keep their own place."

Just as Beto was about to yell, Mr. Follett shook his hand, and Heimdall's eyes followed the parabola from bottom to top—through the window—and then from top to bottom...and disappeared.

There was no sound in the school hospital.

"The school regulations clearly stipulate that no one can make loud noises in the school hospital." Mr. Follett's calm voice sounded in the quiet space.

In other words, is he dependable?Heimdall stared at the window, dumbfounded.

"are you hungry?"

Startled, Heimdall took out his pocket watch and found that it was past twelve o'clock.

"It's not over yet?"

Mr. Follett shook his head. He was not interested in Quidditch, and he didn't want to talk more, so he asked again: "Do you want to eat? I'll ask the house elf to give me an extra."

Mr. Follett seldom leaves the school hospital, and three meals a day are delivered by the house elf at a fixed point. He usually guards a large house, occasionally reads books in his spare time, and more often plays with him from the herbology professor. Young people find this kind of life really boring, but he is content with the plants that come from there.

The house-elf brought the meal quickly.

Heimdall accompanied Follett to have a leisurely and peaceful lunch. After the meal, he also drank the herbal tea specially prescribed by the school doctor.

Heimdall cheekily asked for a refill.

While eating, Follett caught a glimpse of the "Welsh Green Dragon" left on his plate, but remained silent, and Heimdall's unease immediately faded a lot.

After the meal, I found an excuse to run out and retrieve the portrait of Beto. A certain headmaster who was hanging on a bush had a look of grief and indignation, but he stopped shouting and muttered in his mother tongue instead.

I stayed in the school hospital for several hours, and the time seemed to have no end.

Heimdall ate dinner, turned his head to look at the dark sky outside the window, and was speechless for a while.

I took out my pocket watch and looked at it. I haven't finished the comparison yet?

At this moment, Katenin pushed the door and entered, followed by Carlo.

Carlo's eyes lit up when he saw Heimdall, and he ran around the honorary principal.

"I haven't seen you all this time, so I thought something happened," he immediately muttered to Heimdall. "If Professor Katenin hadn't called a house-elf to inform us, we would have come to you."

There was a warm current in Heimdall's heart, and he was more guilty. Fortunately, Professor Katenen was more thoughtful than him, so he thanked the professor.

Katenen nodded with a smile, "I'm going to see the wasteland."

Heimdall immediately said, "It can already eat."

The smile in Katenen's eyes deepened, and he turned and walked upstairs.

When Katenen's figure completely disappeared at the corner of the stairs, Carlo pulled Heimdall and asked in a low voice: "What's going on?"

Heimdall said something briefly, Carlo's eyes sparkled, and at the same time he complained that Heimdall couldn't tell stories, which made him less interesting to empathize with.

Heimdall said he was hurt.

Just as Heimdall asked Carlo if he had dinner, Kattenen came down the stairs and said to Heimdall: "If you want to go to the stadium, go."

Heimdall hesitated: "Then you..."

Katenen smiled nonchalantly: "I'm an old and frail old guy, and it's understandable that I'm weak."

[I can finally leave this broken place! 】

Beto suddenly let out a "mutter", and the school doctor paused while he was tending the flowers and plants.

Heimdall held the toffee in one hand and dragged Carlo out of the school hospital with the other.

Trotting all the way to the arena, the panting Carlo's eyes were bright, and he smelled gossip again.

Heimdall didn't notice these, but was attracted by the brightly lit and noisy arena.

Heimdall has never had the experience of watching football at night, not in his previous life, and even less in this life.When he was running behind Snow, he was watching games during the day, and even if there were evening games, Snow would leave him in the hotel and go to bed on time.

Heimdall walked in with great interest, even his footsteps became brisk, and Carlo followed behind without knowing why.

After all, Durmstrang’s stadium is no better than a stadium that hosts professional games. When it was renovated, lighting facilities were installed, but it was not considered comprehensive. It only thought that the center of the stadium must be brightly lit, and the auditorium was ignored.

Heimdall climbed up the stairs to the auditorium, and saw that the rostrum and the competition field were bright as day, but the surrounding auditorium was as dark as a wide-screen black screen, and the closer the seats to the central arena, the less light they could borrow. brighter.

Many viewers complained repeatedly, and the reporters also talked about it.

When the first candle rose into the sky, the audience was still dissatisfied. When the second, third, fourth... countless candles emerged above the auditorium, the complaints stopped abruptly.

"Yo, it's quite romantic." The romantic cells of the French nation in Carlo's body made a commotion.

The orange light of the candles exuded warmth and tranquility, and would not disturb the attention of the players on the field. The audience quickly quieted down and continued to watch the game on the field.

Looking at the score, 220:210, Durmstrang temporarily leads by ten.

Heimdall was surprised that the score was so close. It seems that the Mehrat school team is not in vain.

His eyes turned around the field, and it was empty, only the Seekers from the two sides rode around on brooms, and no other players were seen.

"Is there a problem with the game?"

Carlo said: "This is what the referee meant. Except for the Seeker, the other players will go off to eat."

"Afraid of missing the Golden Snitch?"

"probably……"

When Heimdall wondered whether Victor was hungry, he found Carlo poking his head forward in a blink of an eye. After all, the place where the two stood was located in the outermost passage of the arena, not the auditorium, and it was not within the business scope of candles. , so the light is not dense enough, the surroundings are dim, and the candlelight in front of the people is indistinct, which greatly affects the mood of watching the game.

"Go to your seat and watch." Heimdall pushed him.

"What about you?"

"After sitting in the school hospital for a day, I wanted to stand for a while," Heimdall said. "It's okay, tell them, I'll be there in a while."

Carlo thought, at Rigg's age, could he still get lost, and besides, he was at school, so he nodded and walked to the seat along the path that branched off from the main aisle.

[What's so interesting about a black light! ] Beto is still not happy.

"I'll let Carlo take you to the front."

Beto fell silent.

[Beto likes to join in the fun, but he is afraid of strangers, so just ignore him. ]

Heimdall sighed in his heart: 【Can you stop being so elusive?Even if you're not sick, you're scared of a problem. 】Dou Po meowed, and ate his tofu with his tail again.

At this time, the referee blew the silver whistle, and the chasers, goalkeepers, and batters of the two teams flew into the field at the same time, and a new round of competition was staged.The referee waved to the two stationary Seekers.Mehrat's Seeker didn't say anything and flew out of the field on a broomstick to eat.Victor raised his eyes and looked around, his eyes paused slightly in a certain direction. He flew towards the referee on a broomstick. The referee showed a little surprise on his face, but he didn't stop him from approaching.

I don't know what Victor Krum said to the referee. The spectators who sat nearer played with the surprise that flashed on the referee's face, but they couldn't figure out the mystery.

The audience also discovered that Victor Krum left the field on a broom, but did not stay on the sidelines, but flew directly to the audience.

Although there were candles lighting the auditorium, it was far inferior to the brightness in the arena. When everyone thought they had caught Krum's figure, they disappeared in the darkness in an instant.

Everyone was competing to guess his purpose, but they were not interested in the new round of competition on the field, including Heimdall.

Heimdall was wondering what his boyfriend's intentions were, when he heard a short, vague chuckle from the darkness behind him, and a mellow voice came unexpectedly: "I'll do my best."

As soon as Heimdall turned his head, he was enveloped by a familiar smell. The hot breath rushed towards his face, and there was a trace of damp sweat. Before Heimdall could react, his lips were bitten, his teeth were pried open, and a tongue was flexible. drilled in.

Perhaps in order to race against time, Victor's enthusiasm reveals an eagerness.

When people are in the dark, their sensory organs will become more sensitive than usual.

Whether it's the kiss, the environment, or the whispering and commotion of the audience in front of him, all of them affect Heimdall's nerves, passion boils and expands in the blood, and every inch of skin is eagerly burned.

"Stimulate it!" Victor licked the corner of his mouth, even in the dark, his bright eyes were so hot that he could burn his skin.

Heimdall was finally able to catch his breath between intense kisses: "Wonderful..."

Victor only asked him to say these words, and the tip of his tongue couldn't wait to paste them, passionately seducing.

After a while, the boyfriend reluctantly flew back to the field on the broom, and before that, he took a half-circle around the outside specially.

Victor Krum's inexplicable disappearance and sudden return aroused the great curiosity of the audience and reporters, and they were eager to move, but the game itself was ignored.

Standing in the darkness, Heimdall quickly realized that the atmosphere was different, and cleared his throat uncomfortably.

Toffee spun around in his arms, looking at him without blinking, her two eyes were like crystal gems shining brightly in the night.

【It's really exciting...】

[It's so exciting...]

Even the thick-skinned Heimdall couldn't help but blush.