HP's Foreign Land

After Draco came back, he smiled happily, and brought Heimdall and Viktor a lot of gadgets popular among Icelandic wizards. I guess this trip was very enjoyable. Heimdall talked about being in Reykjavik. He laughed from ear to ear at what he saw and heard, and Heimdall was deeply jealous.

As always, Rommel didn't give someone a good look, and someone also turned a blind eye.

Draco felt very cold when he saw the way the two got along, and rubbed his arms and squeezed towards Heimdall.

Only Elder Katerina laughed heartlessly.

"So you passed the selection?" Rommel seemed careless.

"Is there anything else in the world that you don't know?" Victor was very calm.

Rommel looked up at him with one eyebrow raised.

Victor's skinny smile was full of provocation.

A strange light flashed in Rommel's eyes.

"Then what about the blind date banquet? Your father prepared it for you."

Heimdall suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Victor immediately scolded the world in his heart, KAO, such a hidden thing can be known, without such a counterattack!

Katerina's small round eyes rolled around, flashing the brilliance of gossip. At first glance, they looked a little like a certain fat man when he was surging.

"I've asked the coach to talk to him and I'm going to be so busy I'll hardly have time to go home."

"In order not to embarrass his father in front of his friends, he specially asked a third person to refuse for him, and even used some high-sounding reasons. What a good son!" Rommel stammered.

"In any case, he is my father after all." Victor said calmly.

Rommel snorted and said no more.

"You seem very relaxed."

When Heimdall heard this, he looked at his boyfriend in disbelief. He actually took the initiative to find a topic to talk to his father?

Rommel stroked the fine folds of the robe, "You can't see it when I'm busy."

"Yeah, I seem to always see you idling around Lige, those who didn't know thought you..." The drama came to an abrupt end.

Heimdall carefully glanced at his father's face.

Rommel's complexion remained unchanged, but the depth in his eyes was already so deep that it couldn't be any thicker.

Heimdall couldn't help feeling worried.

"We are each other." After a while, Rommel said indifferently.

Victor smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Draco looked at this, then at that, and rubbed his belly with a grimace.

"Gentlemen, are you hungry?"

Katerina's voice was just like the sound of nature, Draco nodded vigorously, "Hungry, hungry, already hungry."

Katerina laughed loudly, holding Heimdall in one hand and Draco in the other, and said without looking back, "Go on, the three of us can't stand hunger, so we won't accompany you to torture yourself."

Rommel and Victor stood there with stiff faces, watching Katerina take people away from their eyes.

No one made a sound to stop it, and couldn't hold back this face.

The door creaked open and closed with a snap.

The two people who were posing in the room had no choice but to retreat for the time being, looked at each other unwillingly, and walked towards the gate.

***

Even with the addition of a boyfriend, Heimdall continued to work and rest as usual. Originally, after breakfast in the morning, he set off to the library, where he continued to read yesterday. At noon, if he forgot the time, Hina would come to remind him , take a break after lunch, and stay in the sun room for a while. If Elder Bjorn is willing to talk to him, he will receive work such as pruning plants. If he does not receive any work, he will go directly to the library. Stay there until sunset and moonrise.

Later, Katharina complained that he was too focused and regretted taking him to the library. He didn't talk to her, and the number of meetings with him was far less than that of his cousin, but Heimdall felt that he always didn't have enough time.

Now that there is Victor, Hina’s lunch wake-up service is officially handed over. Sometimes the owner forgets to eat and sleep to the point where she can’t hear anyone’s voice. As a house elf, her nature prevents her from being hard on the owner, but Unlike Mr. Krum, Hina is more assured that the wake-up service will be done by him. If the master is disobedient, Mr. Krum can easily make him obedient.

In Hina's heart, Victor Krum is a very trustworthy person.

When she happily told her boyfriend about her feelings, Dodoma was silent for a moment and decided not to tell her master about it.

Although Victor had already entered the library yesterday, it was because of Katerina's kindness, and Heimdall would not be careless.

After formally obtaining Elder Katerina's consent, he took his boyfriend and ran to the library with peace of mind. Elder Bjorn still acted as if he hadn't seen anything, but he was merciless in arousing people.

Victor has repotted his sixteen pots of fang geraniums twice since he got an extra free labor.Heimdall was accidentally bitten a few times before, and Bjorn was unhappy, but he didn't let Heimdall touch the geraniums again, and now Victor was ordered to run back and forth in the flower garden.

Heimdall found that Elder Bjorn liked to play with charcoal pencils and drawing notebooks when he was free. Every time he wanted to sneak a look at the past, he was discovered by the other party in time. After two failed attempts, he stopped thinking. The art of innate insulation.

After bidding farewell to Bjorn, Victor followed Heimdall into the library.

"Or don't come tomorrow." Heimdall imitated the pronunciation Katerina taught him, and opened the owl portrait.

The two got in.

"Elder Bjorn is a bully. When I come alone, he doesn't use me very much."

Victor couldn't help laughing because he was afraid he might break his precious plant.

Victor has seen how Heimdall tosses and bites vines. It is completely decisive and reckless. Changing the basin requires dragon dung, sufficient water and other items. Heimdall finds it troublesome, so he adds magic to those things to make them all When he got up, Bjorn's face turned green on the spot.

Gardening is still very particular. Serving flowers and plants requires steps, just like serving people.

Heimdall pursed his lips in displeasure, "That's what I did in school, and the professor even praised me for being quick!"

"Elder Bjorn is not a professor in our school," Victor patted his head and comforted him. "Everyone has their own persistence."

Heimdall was taken aback, then nodded, "You're right, I made the decision." But he was still a little sullen.

Victor put the book he read yesterday into his hands, and he immediately threw Bjorn and Chew Vine into oblivion.

Changtui was replaced by a maroon carpet covering with marble pattern, no longer peacock blue.

He just mentioned the color slightly to make him feel uncomfortable, and the nightmarish color disappeared when he came in the next day. Heimdall thanked Elder Katerina at the same time, but at the same time spurned himself. Peacock blue, the quilt in his bedroom is also this color...

Even so, the maroon bread did make him feel a lot more relaxed.

They sat down on the bench.

While reading it, Heimdall wrote down a long list of experiences in his notes. These books are all first-class treasures within the Strulusson family, and he didn't expect to be able to lend them out, so he took this opportunity to write as many details as he could. detailed.

After reading a paragraph, Heimdall rubbed the bridge of his nose, and turned to look at his boyfriend who was also silent.

"What are you looking at?" Leaning over curiously, she rested her chin on his shoulder.

Victor held a stack of letters in his hand. The letter paper was already yellowed, and the corners were fuzzy or damaged, but the faint scent of ink lingered.

"The correspondence between the two of them at that time." Victor picked up one of them and looked at the light.

Heimdall's outstretched hand retracted like an electric shock.

Victor smiled when he saw it, put down the one in his hand, and picked up another one.

"Listen to this."

"...I bought a violin from a Muggle. The seller called it a harpsichord when he bragged to me about its incomparability. It was actually a harpsichord. I didn't correct him. When he left, he You say I am generous and easy-going, but the reason why I am indifferent is because I want him to continue to make a fool of himself... After trying the hand feeling, both I and the keyboard may have left a friendly first impression on the other party, the only fly in the ointment is that it cannot Adjust the frequency of the melody according to the feel of the hand, the right hand is always a bit stiff, but it is quite good for the first time...』

It was the voice of Headmaster Vasilyevich.

Heimdall suddenly hugged Victor's shoulders tightly, his muscles stiffened. Victor pulled him back, held him in his arms, and patted him on the back.

Heimdall slowly relaxed under his comfort.

Soft and soothing music sounded in the library, which originated from the master of the harpsichord.

Heimdall didn't know what the song was called, but he thought it was very pleasant and pleasing to the ear. Even a layman like him thought it was extremely delicate, so beautiful that it made people's hearts throbbing, just like lovers whispering to each other.

Principal Vasilyevich is sharing his inner world in his own way.

Joseph must have been thrilled at the time.

"It's Sarabond," said Victor.

Heimdall blinked ignorantly.

"It was originally a very cheerful dance music. After it was introduced to Europe from Persia, it became more and more solemn. It was a social music popular among the Muggle nobles at that time." He paused for a while, and his tone was very serious. It's emotion. "But he played it into a lingering serenade."

For a long time, Heimdall did not speak.

"How do you know this?" Heimdall asked softly until they left the library.

"Because I like these things, I like them naturally," Victor said. "When I was young, I couldn't go out. I spent a lot of time locked at home, and developed a lot of messy hobbies. I quite like listening to Muggle classical music."

Heimdall let out an "oh", looking awkward.

Victor wrapped his arms around his shoulders and whispered, "I don't object to dreaming."

There was a flicker of flinch in Heimdall's eyes, he glanced at him hastily, and then lowered his eyes again.

"I don't like this, I don't like it very much, I don't want to deny myself, I am me, I am not someone else, I hate those dreams, what does Jolf have to do with me, I am not Jolf, I am Heimdall... ..."

His gradually pale face made Victor's heart suddenly ring out, he held his shoulders, raised his face, looked straight into his eyes, and saw the shocking anxiety and depression in it.

"No one denies you, no!" Victor emphasized loudly.

"Why do you have to find Jolf? Why do his things always come out to harass me? He is dead, and everything is over when he dies..." Heimdall muttered to himself as if he was deaf.

Victor looked a little panicked, and said loudly in his ear: "You are Heimdall, you are Rigg!"

Heimdall was startled for a moment, then raised his eyes blankly: "I'm not Jolf."

"you are not!"

"I'm Heimdall."

"You are Heimdall!"

"I'm Rigg."

"You are our Rig!"

A kind of stubbornness suddenly jumped out of Heimdall's eyes, "You are Victor."

"I'm Victor."

"You are nobody, you are Victor."

"Yes." Victor hugged him and kissed his cheek, whispering in his ear. "I'm just Victor!"

Holding hands, they walked slowly out of the dark passage and into the sun room.

The bright purples and reds in the room slightly relieved the gloomy mood, and Heimdall's complexion also improved a lot.

Victor discussed with Elder Bjorn if they could sit here for a while.

Bjorn snorted.

They sat down on the wicker chairs under the tree, and after a while, Bjorn's house elf brought tea.

They wanted to thank them in person, but the elder kept hiding in the flowers and refused to show his head.

Bjorn in the flower bush threw away a few weeds in his hands, raised his head, glanced through the layers of plants, and saw the two people at the other end.

Curling his lips, he lowered his head and continued to work.

After the two left, he fertilized several pots of flowers and plants, and then slowly walked out of the flower garden, sat down beside the rattan chair, and the house elf would present him with special tea sets and drawing books.

Bjorn opened the book, most of them were flowers and plants, and occasionally there were a few portraits of people. The more you scroll down, the more portraits. If you look carefully, you can find that the ink-colored fresh sketches are all the same. people.

All Heimdall Strulusson.

When another sketch gradually took shape, his house elf hesitated and said: "Master, you have drawn Master Heimdall again."

Bjorn squinted his eyes and looked at his latest masterpiece with satisfaction, his expression suddenly froze, and he shouted in a rough voice: "Why didn't you talk about it earlier! Didn't you remind me yesterday not to keep staring at one person to draw!"

Bjorn has a problem with drawing. Once he encounters something he is interested in, he will keep drawing. If there is no one to remind him, or he does not restrain himself, he will become out of control.

Naturally, the house-elf didn't dare to be stubborn, so Bjorn took it for granted that he blamed them all.

His house elf is simply more wronged than Dou E, and what's more wronged is that he can't complain.

"Why do you think I keep drawing him?" Bjorn wondered.

His house-elf still didn't speak.

Bjorn didn't have any obstacles at all, and he continued on his own, "Do I also want to flatter Rommel?"

The house-elf dared not interrupt even more.

"Well, although he is not the one who looks the most like him over the years, he is the one with the closest temperament. Unfortunately, like Katerina, I don't believe in reincarnation..."

The house-elf simply pretended to be deaf and dumb.

"You're dumb! You won't agree with your master!" Bjorn was quite dissatisfied with Jin for his silence.

"...Crayon will be scolded for anything she says."

Bjorn twitched the corner of his mouth, "Okay, I won't scold you, just say it."

"Can you say anything?" Still very worried.

"Yes, I won't scold you for whatever you say."

"Crayon has always wondered why you didn't agree to paint a portrait of Master Solger, isn't he..."

Bjorn snarled, "Do you know why you get scolded all the time? Because you're always picking up the pot! Your master just said that I don't believe in reincarnation! You just talk about reincarnation with me! Ah Pooh!"

Crayon hid in the corner and drew circles with tears streaming down her face.

"The master clearly said that he would not scold me..."