HP's Foreign Land

The Basteto Vulcan team lost in the first game, and there were even fewer spectators in the second game. There were only a few people on the sidelines, and almost no cheering was heard, which was in stark contrast to the enthusiasm of Puddlemere United in the morning. .

Draco is a person who has experienced it himself. The completely different atmosphere before and after made him feel uncomfortable, so he had to suppress his emotions as much as possible and maintain a normal expression, not wanting his cousin to see the clues and make him feel disappointed.

Heimdall is mentally prepared. Although the Vulcan team seems to have lost weight too much, falling from the clouds and hurting their muscles and bones for several years, but the fat man does not eat in a day, and he must take it step by step to replenish his body. , can not be achieved overnight, or it will become puffiness.

The two cousins ​​have their own minds, and their goals are very positive. I hope that the Vulcan team can turn losses into profits and fight for the peak again.

Draco, just as he planned before, the players on both sides screamed desperately as soon as they came on the field, which startled Heimdall, and praised his cousin's amazing lung capacity with his buzzing ears.

Draco's yelling was heard in the huge arena. The comrades of the Vulcan team were so excited, and tears flowed in their hearts. Look, they are still a little popular.

Draco yelled heartlessly on the sidelines, and yelled so loudly, but he didn't know that his status as the number one fan had already been confirmed by the members of the Vulcan team.

Basteto's female captain Angela gave the enemy a provocative and domineering look on the spot, and her aura rose immediately. Coupled with her height of nearly 1.9 meters, the sense of presence was quite huge.

Leng Shi cast a shadow that cannot be ignored in the opponent's heart before the start of the game.

Today's opponent of the Vulcan team, the Buta Creation Team, lived up to expectations, and immediately became gloomy.

It's really annoying to compare people to people. The Vulcan team is obviously worse than them. If they lose another game, they will be pushed to the next level. Why is no one cheering for them?

The members of the creation team couldn't help but slander.

"The popularity of this creative team is too sluggish." Draco gloated at Heimdall.

Even Heimdall was embarrassed to correct him, but the biggest credit was that he raised his voice twice just now to widen the popularity distance, otherwise the two teams would be on the same level.

Heimdall was very excited. When he saw Victor carrying a broom and flying into the arena at the end of the team very low-key, he stood up with a swipe of the ground, resisting the urge to call out his boyfriend's name alone, and said He yelled "Come on, Vulcan Team" in a loud voice, and a thousand words were contained in it, and his voice was hoarse at the end.

Draco couldn't bear it, he looked and looked again and again, but he still couldn't stop his cousin from screaming.

Heimdall knew very well that now was not the time, and it was not the time to call Victor's name without any scruples. He couldn't make Victor too conspicuous. The reason why their coach suppressed Victor was because of The consideration is in it, he can't mess up the head coach's plan.

Victor has just set foot in the field of professional Quidditch, but the popularity he earned in the school team has turned from a help to a hindrance to his career development because of his determination of the direction of choice.

If the team Victor joined was a first-tier team like Puddlemere United, then the popularity of the past would be the strongest motivation to push him to the top, but Victor joined Bath, which was precarious between the first and second tiers Taito Vulcan, the former popularity has become a burden for him to integrate into the team.

This is also the main reason why he has no regrets as the head coach to toss him. The more high-profile he is, the more disadvantageous he is. How could Heimdall not understand? He sees it all.

In order to take root in the Vulcan team, keep a low profile and be cautious in words and deeds, not to make progress and not to advance aggressively, just repeat those boring training mechanically like ordinary alternates, and sometimes you can't even touch the broom for several days.

Victor’s efforts for the future made Heimdall feel very uncomfortable. You must know that his boyfriend was always favored by others. The 180-degree twist in his mentality alone makes people very uncomfortable. .

Every time he thinks that Victor is going further and further on his own path, he feels more panic. Compared with Victor, he is like a mediocre follower.

That's right, he reads honestly because he is a student; he rushes to the laboratory every day because he is the director; "Outstanding talent", if you stand alone, you are a bird in the top, and you are easy to be shot dead.The most important point is that he is afraid of being excluded... He tries to build a good relationship with every classmate because he is afraid of being excluded; To have a good life at school...

Thinking about it this way, he is really an extremely hypocritical person.

If everything can develop in the direction he wants to see, Heimdall doesn't care about being called hypocritical. The only thing he can't let go of is, why is he being hypocritical?

To be immortal forever?Easier said than done.

This is the purpose of life?Is it too elusive?Too unreal?Heimdall has no answer.

"What's the matter, you were so excited just now, why did you suddenly stop talking?" Lange has been paying attention to Heimdall's words and deeds, and is very puzzled by his sudden depression and silence.

Heimdall didn't intend to get entangled with him at first, but considering that this person is the elder of the Strulusson family, it is his duty to help the children of the family to solve their problems, so he settled down and treated him as a trash can, thinking that he would be fine when he finished emptying it. Comfortable.

Of course, this confession is definitely not heart-to-heart, he still has a sense of what to say and what not to say.

But after Lange listened to his "heart-to-heart", the shock he received was quite severe, and a sigh of admiration arose from this.

At that moment, the first elder suddenly felt that they had been busy with this dispute for a long time, but it was not as good as the child's words. When the whole family of Strulusong was arguing endlessly about the reincarnation, the other child was arguing about the goal of life. Difficult to find and brooding.

Lange smiled bitterly in his heart three times, and then couldn't help but have the urge to burst out laughing.

Heimdall felt much more at ease, but seeing his old face change from green to white, like fog, rain, and wind, he was startled. This old man won't be sick again, right?

He was secretly thinking about the potion he found in which pocket last time, but Lange calmed down as if nothing happened.

"Your name is Heimdall?"

Heimdall was taken aback, because he couldn't figure out why this person suddenly became hot, so he couldn't help feeling vigilant.

"Correct."

"Then may I call you Rigg?"

Heimdall was speechless, why did the elder start triple jumping when he spoke?

"Can I say no?"

"Okay, then I'll call you Rieg." The elder said leisurely under Heimdall's embarrassed stare, "I'm Lange Westner Strulusson, you can call me the elder .”

"...Actually, you don't need to declare your family name." Heimdall couldn't help complaining that it would be over if he just said the elder.

Lange smiled all over his face: "You can just call me the Great Elder."

For some reason, Heimdall suddenly felt a little cold...

"Good boy." The Great Elder smiled again.

Heimdall was colder.

"Rigrig! The ball missed!!" Draco grabbed him by the collar and moved him forward, Heimdall almost kissed the back of the head of the man in front of him.

When Draco saw that he was about to get into trouble, he quickly let go of his hand, smiled awkwardly, but couldn't help muttering repeatedly, "The ball missed... Krum defended..."

Heimdall was not angry but felt mixed feelings, and Draco was the one who really saw Quidditch in his eyes.

"Draco, do you have any ideals in life?"

Draco was so focused on Quidditch that he had no time to pay attention to other things, he replied casually, "Ideal in life? Be a qualified Malfoy..."

Heimdall found the answer strange, "Aren't you Malfoy now?"

"I'm Malfoy, but I'm not a qualified Malfoy yet."

Heimdall was even more surprised, and asked, "What is a qualified Malfoy?"

Draco turned his head suddenly, his eyes sparkled, "At least be like my father, be a great head of the family."

Heimdall laughed dumbfounded.

A man, transitioning from a boy to a man, may set up one idol after another in his life, but the biggest and first idol is often his father.

Heimdall was envious, and Draco was purposeful, and without thinking.

"Fortunately, you didn't regard your Lao Tzu as the goal of your life like your cousin."

Heimdall turned his head to look at the elder, only to hear the elder continue, "It's enough to produce one like Rommel, there are too many blessings to endure." A look of regret that can't bear to look back on the past.

It must be because they are afraid that the bomb will not be able to be suppressed, right? ! ! !

"Fortunately, there are not many people like you, and I have only seen one like you so far."

As soon as Heimdall finished speaking, he panicked in his heart. The great elder's subtle ability is really terrifying. When did he become so unrestrained?

The matter involved his own father, and Heimdall vomited out the bad news when he was unhappy. When he realized what he said, he shut his mouth embarrassingly, but the water was hard to stop, so he had to let it go.

The great elder didn't mean to blame at all, after the initial frown passed, the smile on his face deepened.

"Isn't your goal in life to be a distinguished alumnus of Durmstrang?"

Heimdall thought about it too, the medal was one of his motivations to enter the German school. "I heard that our family used to have one person." Lin Li raised his eyebrows proudly.

Lange said angrily: "That's your grandfather's one. How could the whole family have one? Do you know how many people there are in our Sturlusson family?"

Heimdall became even more frightened when he heard that, "Oh, that's really remarkable." The tone was very exaggerated. "It means that Grandpa's branch is the most promising!" By the way, he also put himself in it and boasted.

Lange suddenly had nothing to say, and it was true when he thought about it carefully. It seems that Rommel and his team have produced many talents in history, and the most outstanding one is the first generation patriarch. Is it true that there is a theory of inheritance?

"Who do you think is the most remarkable person in the Sturlusson family who impressed you the most?" Lange asked seemingly unintentionally.

"The first-generation patriarch Yingji Björg." Heimdall blurted out.

Not Jolf Strulusson?

The great elder suddenly laughed silently, and many people in the clan did not know that when Yolf was still alive, he had a joke with his younger brothers and sisters.

"If only I could become a descendant of the first-generation patriarch."

His answer is so consistent with Yolf's unintentional words back then, and to some extent Yolf's "wish" back then has also been fulfilled.

"The most important thing for a person to live in this world is to put himself in the right place." Lange's brows and eyes gradually became sharper. "Do what you can, walk what you can walk, and say what you can say. This is the real person who can live a life. Xiao thinks that you have to pay for things that don't belong to you."

He was obviously smiling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, which were filled with ice.

Heimdall hurriedly turned his eyes away. Such a Great Elder is very similar to the one he met for the first time. It should be said that this is the real Lange Westner Sturluson.

Intuitively, Heimdall doesn't like him.

"It's not something everyone can do to live a down-to-earth life." Heimdall said softly.

"I think you did a good job." Lange praised without hesitation.

Heimdall sneered, and looked at him in the blink of an eye, his eyes were clear and fearless, "Is it because I kept my own place and didn't fight for that reincarnation?"

There was a flash of sharpness in Lange's eyes, and Heimdall didn't flinch.

"Is it still necessary to fight?" Lange said slowly.

Heimdall was slightly surprised when he heard this.

Lange continued calmly, "What is yours is yours, and what is not yours is not yours. As I said before, you have to pay a price for taking things that don't belong to you."

Heimdall said nothing.

Lange saw his pensive look, and said lightly: "It's not too late to think about how to plan your future life after you get the Outstanding Alumni Medal. You can't be too ambitious."

The last sentence reached Heimdall's heart, and he nodded repeatedly, afraid of becoming a fool who picked sesame seeds and threw watermelons.

Lange smiled when he saw Er, "What a good boy."

Heimdall shrugged his shoulders exaggeratedly, "If you can't handle your tone well, don't hold it, okay, it always feels creepy."

Lange laughed, he doesn't often praise people, and he would have been grateful if he put it on other tribesmen, but this kid didn't appreciate it, and he seemed to be evasive.

"It would be great if you weren't the reincarnation of Yolf."

Heimdall was stunned, as if the words were silent, but he still heard the words, and he looked at Lange stupidly, and Lange smiled like a kind-hearted old man .

When Heimdall saw it, he felt the cold air coming from the back of his neck.

"Rigrig! The Vulcan team scored a goal!!" Draco's excited shout suddenly entered his ears.

Heimdall looked into the arena subconsciously, first he saw the dejected Creation team, and then saw the members of the Vulcan team who were getting more courageous and their morale was high, shuttling back and forth in the arena. When his gaze involuntarily followed and fixed on When the man in front of the goal was on Victor, who was not open, the stupefied just now was immediately thrown out of the sky.

Damn reincarnation!It's annoying! !Get the fuck out of my way! !I am Heimdall Strulusson! ! !

Even Yolf was complained by him a few words.

He turned his head and glared at the elder with sharp eyes, then turned his head and devoted himself to the game, regained his identity as a fake fan, and screamed and roared with Draco.

The great elder was stunned for a moment by the sudden knife-like gaze, and after a while he leaned back on the back of the chair, looked sideways at the back of Heimdall's head, and smiled slowly.

That smile...is "always creepy" as Heimdall said.