HP's Foreign Land

After the screams passed, buzzing voices followed, followed by winks with each other.The players in front were blocked at the stairs, and the players in the back couldn't get down. The players in the back who didn't know why would naturally ask what happened in front of them. After this came and went, the news of a certain Quidditch player appearing in the European Asylum Cup quickly spread. .

Heimdall covered his face in Victor's arms, making his voice sound a bit muffled, "Shouldn't you just wave your hands with a smile on your face? Player Krum?" His tone was unusually cheerful, with a bit of ridicule.

"The current Victor Krum is just Victor Krum, can't I have some private time?" Victor put his chin on the top of his head and slid back and forth twice.

"Who told you that you are a public figure? A public figure must have this awareness."

"Mr. Ke, Mr. Krum?" Someone finally decided not to watch from afar, and quickly gathered around, turning the excitement into action.

Heimdall pushed his boyfriend away decisively, and moved to the side inch by inch, standing up while moving, to make room for them.

Victor was already ready to wait for him here, stood up and stretched out his hand quickly, lifted him back, and held him by his side.

"Mr. Krum, you can't do this..." Heimdall said vaguely and quickly, looking at the crowds of fans who were surrounded by surprise and joy, his eyelids began to twitch like spasms, and his face changed.

Victor held his shoulders firmly—Heimdall had never won a contest of strength, and then said meaningfully: "We have the same blessings and share the same difficulties. Now that things have happened, you can no longer leave me alone." Stay aside and stay out of it, Krum's family members." A professional smile appeared on his face, and a playful smile filled his eyes.

"I'm telling you, take it easy in everything and don't be confident!" Heimdall protested.

The question is, since you can be "secure", why not?

"You love me." Victor did not make a sound, but said silently with his mouth.

Heimdall could only stare at him, and he couldn't refute this.

"If you don't want to, I won't force you." Victor said and took his hands off his shoulders.

Provocateur? !Heimdall grabbed his hand and put it back on his shoulder angrily—it still couldn't be helped, that's what he did.

Victor whispered in his ear: "I know you don't like to face this situation, I just want you to participate in every aspect of my life, I'm sorry for making you difficult, but I don't regret it , if there is a next time, I will still do it."

The corners of Heimdall's mouth turned up when he heard this, "So you finally decided not to just play 'hero', and you're willing to let me join? Actually, I'm glad it wasn't through newspapers this time that you were surrounded by fans .”

"Then you have to be mentally prepared, there are quite a few people who scold me and hate me."

"It won't happen today, will it?" Heimdall thought he was joking, and pretended to be terrified, "Hurry up and make sure, I'm only responsible for listening to good words, and you can digest the swearing words yourself."

"Of course you won't be given that chance."

"... Someone really scolded you?!" Heimdall's face darkened, and he asked, "Who is it?"

Victor smiled and said nothing, perhaps regretting that he shouldn't bring up this topic, so he helped Heimdall smooth his collar, trying to muddle through lightly.

Heimdall couldn't help frowning.

"Mr. Krum?" The contestants who surrounded him couldn't help but remind them loudly, can you give them some attention?

"I'm sorry, it will be ready soon, please wait a moment." Before Victor could speak, Heimdall glanced at them, his eyes like needlepoints.

The players immediately became honest.

Victor found this phenomenon very interesting, as if Rieger was particularly prestige in the eyes of these players, and none of them raised any objections to his words.

"It's all over." Victor patted Heimdall on the cheek.

Heimdall curled his lips, and then said: "It's okay, if you don't care, I will help you care, if you don't hold grudges, I will help you hold grudges, so my dear, come and tell me who the scolders are, in case you encounter them in the future When the time comes, I will take the initiative to show the other party some face."

The onlookers couldn't help laughing when they heard it, thinking that the young couple was talking "whispering", so they all held back their voices.

Seeing his attitude of "one man guards the gate, ten thousand men can't open it", Victor couldn't help laughing, and then he leaned over at will—

Alarm bells rang in Heimdall's heart, but it was too late, Victor's kiss landed on the corner of his mouth, biting the corner of his lip, and sucking his lips into his mouth.Heimdall opened his mouth involuntarily, making the kiss deeper. Victor would naturally not let him down, let alone let go of the invitation easily. His slippery tongue nimbly stuck in and entangled with the tip of his tongue. together...

Victor let him go until both of them were out of breath.

As soon as they separated, there was a dead silence all around, and then it was unknown who started it, and the applause and whistle soon became one after another.

Heimdall coughed lightly, feeling that his skin was getting thicker and thicker, and he didn't know how to blush when he was an expert in "indecent" things in public, so he pointed in a certain direction to someone whose eyes were shining all the time , Said to Victor: "That is the Mr. Lucas who I mentioned to you." This is the most direct way he can think of to change the subject.

"The one who revealed the exam questions to you?" Victor seemed a little impressed.

Heimdall nodded, "Remember that newspaper from the World? It was also given by Mr. Lucas."

As soon as Victor's gaze made contact with Lucas's, the latter shivered suddenly and squeezed forward excitedly.

"Mr. Krum, I'm your admirer!" Victor Krum, who was thinking day and night, was close at hand, and Mr. Beard was so happy that he was about to faint.

The bearded friend Simon Miller got rich and followed him together.

Heimdall introduced Miller to Victor.

Although Miller also looked excited, he was much more rational than Lucas.

Other fans in the crowd cast envious glances at the duo.

"Hello." Victor once again raised a professional smile and shook hands with Mr. Bearded.

Lucas clasped both hands, just smiled, forgot to speak, and forgot to let go, until Victor raised his eyebrows in confusion, and Miller quickly knocked him on the back from behind. , Lucas was startled suddenly, and let go.

Miller found that Lucas was no longer counting, so he pushed him aside, took out a small book, "Can you sign us?"

"Yes." Victor took the pen and notebook.

"Thank you, yes, just sign here...can I trouble you to write our names below?"

Victor was kind enough to write down the names that Miller said one by one.

Heimdall glanced at Victor's writing beside him, then took out the new "cheat sheet" in his pocket and glanced at it. The comparison between the two was a shock. They were both written by humans. Why is there such a big difference?Heimdall put away the small book silently, and when he turned his head, he saw Lucas looking at him, his eyes seemed very entangled, hesitant to speak.

What's the matter?Heimdall frowned. Unexpectedly, this inadvertent action immediately stimulated Lucas, and he hesitated to speak before turning pale with shock.

Lukas suddenly nodded towards him as if he had learned from the pain, squeezed back to Victor's side under Heimdall's inexplicable and surprised eyes, took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Krum, I am that person, but I can Guaranteed, I really didn't mean to..."

When Miller heard this, his first reaction was to strangle him immediately.

Of course, he didn't, so Lucas went on rambling on about every apology he could think of.

Victor listened for a long time, but still didn't understand what he was going to say, "I know you, Mr. Sturluson once mentioned to me—"

Guilty made the bearded man misunderstand again, and suddenly interrupted Victor's words, without saying anything, "There will be no next time, and there will never be another time. Please understand that I really didn't mean it. I will control my little brother, although he is usually very active, but it is really rare to be so excited, maybe Mr. Stulusson is too appetizing for him—”

Heimdall was dumbfounded.

The words stopped abruptly, and the chattering Lucas was covered by Miller.

A strange dead space was formed between the few people.

Victor raised an eyebrow and looked at them with a blank expression. After a while, he lowered his head and wrote the last few letters.

Because of the close distance, Miller saw a large bead of sweat on his friend's forehead, and thought he deserved it, who told you not to open which pot and which pot to carry!

Lucas's mind finally turned the corner. He wanted to understand what "shocking" remarks he had just said, and his intestines were green with regret. He wished he could pass out so that he could completely get rid of the embarrassing situation in front of him.

Victor returned the signed notebook, except for his expressionless face, which was very different from the approachable public image that the Vulcan team had tailored for him.

Heimdall once commented that "he can be scary if he wants to".

Now even Miller couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. He took the notebook back with both hands, and said cautiously, "We will continue to support you, please do your best..." There is no cheering up, like a tenant farmer who can't pay the rent is talking with Landlord be careful.

Victor nodded briefly, glanced around, and said, "Sorry, we'll just take a step ahead." He grabbed Heimdall's hand, turned around and left without giving anyone a chance to object.

Other fans who also wanted to sign autographs had no choice but to watch the two leave. When they walked out of the gate and were no longer seen, they quickly surrounded Lucas and Miller, all of them looking fierce.

It was this wretched guy who prevented them from even getting an autograph!

Looking at the black wall of people that was suddenly approaching, Lucas and Miller were dumbstruck.

***

As soon as the two of them approached, Sahara Bloodmane kicked his hooves, snorted, and flapped his wings violently, the reaction was more intense.

The reason is very simple. Although it is a heavenly horse that pulls a cart, it also holds its own identity. Not everyone can ride in the carriage it pulls. It is already a great gift from the master to let the blond boy use the carriage. The kid sent it back, without a pack, one for one.

Once Tianma was dishonest, he liked to drag the carriage around. If Victor hadn't stabilized him swiftly, Heimdall, who was pulling the door, would have been overturned.

Being dragged back and forth several times by the nose led by the blood mane, Heimdall couldn't bear it and shouted, "Big green garlic!"

Bloodmane froze when he flapped his wings. Heimdall caught Victor and jumped into the carriage. Before closing the door, he poked his head out of the window and threatened loudly, "Don't forget what the principal said before, summer vacation You still have to pull a cart to take me to the International Wizengamot, don't cry to me then!"

After being quiet for a moment, Bloodmane raised his head and neighed suddenly—seemingly devastated. He flapped his wings and ran forward. The carriage jerked slightly, soared into the sky, and went straight into the sky along an invisible slanted line.

Heimdall turned back with a smile on his face. Victor took out a paper bag from somewhere and handed it over. Heimdall took it and opened the paper bag. A strong aroma of food filled his nostrils. It contained food similar to a sandwich , a finger-and-a-half wide slice of bread spread with a thick layer of butter, and sausages that look very tempting, and some are sweet, sprinkled with finely grated cheese and bright fresh jam.

"I think you probably haven't eaten yet." Victor took out two soda cans as if by magic.

Heimdall took it over and took a look, "Beer?!"

"Want a drink?" Victor laughed seeing his expression.

Heimdall looked at the cans in a daze: "Where did you buy them?"

"Frankfurt."

Heimdall opened the tab of the can and took a big sip from the mouth of the can. The slightly bitter but sweet taste stimulated his taste buds.

"Do you like to drink?" Victor didn't let go of any of his expressions.

Heimdall shook his head, "...I just feel nostalgic."

He put the can aside, picked up the quasi-sandwich and gnawed on it. After a while, his dietary characteristics were fully exposed, and the sausage was eaten up at once, probably because he didn't eat enough, so he reached out and fumbled in the bag. He took out the second piece and picked the sausage on it to eat.

I should just buy him a few sausages, the rest are superfluous, Victor thought while leaning over to lick the bread crumbs from the corner of his mouth.

Heimdall smiled at him with puffed cheeks, "This sausage is really delicious."

Victor smiled, smoothing back his sideburns.

Heimdall swallowed what was in his mouth, pouted his oily mouth, leaned over and smacked his boyfriend's lips, and declared brazenly, "This is revenge for attacking me in public just now."

Seeing his triumphant appearance, Victor suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, grabbed the beer can and drank a big gulp, then loosened his tie, hooked his neck and kissed him forcefully.

Heimdall was surprised that he didn't close his mouth in time, and the beer and Victor's tongue broke into his mouth together. The scorching kiss carried the fragrance of malt and alcohol, and the slightly drunken heat ran through his body, flowing to his limbs and bones with the blood , up and down, crisp and numb, it's really drunk and everyone gets drunk.

Heimdall dropped the bread and wrapped his arms around Victor's neck.

Victor was simply flattered, which Rigg seldom was now.

Of course, he didn’t mean that Rigg was indifferent. In the past, they were not passive when they made out with Rigg, but Rigg was rarely so proactive. Victor could feel that he liked it, and Victor liked it. Rigg likes it, but it's a pity that Rigg likes too many things. After all, it takes time to take the initiative to push things along.

Victor can only comfort himself in this way, those firsts are not human, so they can’t be more serious with things, right? !

"Is it because we have fewer chances to meet each other recently, that's why you are so proactive?" If that's the case, has he considered properly increasing the distance between the two?Victor thought jokingly.

Unexpectedly, Heimdall nodded seriously, and answered seriously, "The appointment in the morning has been canceled for a long time." He buried his face in Victor's shoulder and rubbed it, then took a deep breath, seemingly aggrieved muttered, "When does the Quidditch World Cup end?"

Victor was stunned, and suddenly hugged him hard, held the back of his head, licked and kissed him from his forehead to his chin, and then down to his neck and the open shirt placket...

Heimdall gasped slightly from the sudden outburst of passion, and immediately felt, "You're hard."

Victor bit his neck, and laughed, "It's not normal to be soft after all this." The laughter stopped abruptly, and Victor narrowed his eyes, facing Heimdall. Stick, "Did the French guy really do that with his penis?"

"It's nothing!" Heimdall was speechless, why did he suddenly think of this?

"I just remembered it suddenly." He seemed to see through Heimdall's thoughts.

"What did he do?" After much deliberation, he decided to ask.

"He didn't do anything, what do you think I'll let him do?"

"Should I have punched him just now?" It seems that sometimes being too rational is not a good thing, at least if he has acted before, he will not regret it now.

"...I think he is already very scared." He spoke incoherently.

Victor was silent for a moment, tightened his arms, and hugged Heimdall, without doing anything, just clutching it tightly.

"I was negligent. I always thought that it would be fine when everything was done. I didn't consider your feelings."

Rigg seems to have an independent personality and is not good at coquettish complaints. No matter what is said to him, he will always pretend to understand. It is this series of "looks" that deceived him and made him forget what he should not forget.

Don't say they are still young, there is plenty of time.

He doesn't want to regret like Ivan. He always thinks that there is still a lot of time, that the amount of squandering can be controlled, that the distance is at your fingertips, that everything is under control, that no matter when and where, as long as he wants, he can always look up. In an instant, he found Yolf's figure.

Youth and time should not be used as an excuse, as long as there is an opportunity, we should seize it and stay together as much as possible.

Heimdall leaned quietly in his arms for a while, and said, "I will go to the final."

Another way to cheer? !

Victor froze for a moment, then smiled, "I see."

***

Conference hall on the first floor of the European Asylum Cup office building.

The leader of the examiner group clasped his hands and placed them on the table in front of him. He took out his pocket watch to check the time, then stood up, looked around, and said, "Let's start the third round of performance evaluation for this competition."

The judges sitting around the circular conference table immediately stopped whispering, and the hall quickly fell silent.

A large part of the reason why the European Asylum Cup attracts the attention of wand lovers all over Europe is because of its jury.The competition will invite the heads of well-known and time-honored wand stores in Europe, internationally renowned wand researchers, and wizards who have made outstanding contributions to wand research or have won such honors to form a special jury for evaluation and scoring. In other words, the comprehensive results of the competition contain double meanings of fame and fortune.

The examiners in the examiner group sent up the magic wands made by the professional group and the non-professional group respectively.

Just like every review in the past, the reviewers here almost directly skipped the non-professional group and turned their attention to the professional group. It seems that in their minds, the non-professional group has no value for them to spend their time in judging.

This phenomenon made the head of the examiner group frown almost imperceptibly. The players of the non-professional group are as important as the professional group for the European Asylum Cup. The players complained, but unfortunately these experts didn't think so.

One wand after another was registered by their hands, and a high or low score was obtained.

"Have these players been discussed at the beginning?" Someone in the jury complained dissatisfiedly. "How do you make everything look like it came out of the same mold? We're the Protector's Cup here? Isn't it a wand workshop?"

The other members of the jury laughed when they heard this.

The staff of the European Asylum Cup were all sullen. For the staff of the competition, this was beyond the scope of a joke.

The leader of the examiner's team looked at an assistant calmly. The assistant nodded, removed the magic wand of the professional group that had finished scoring, and moved the container for the magic wand of the non-professional group to the middle.

Many judges didn't even look at it, and continued chatting with the topic they had just interrupted. These magic wands could not arouse their desire to score, but the competition paid them to score, so naturally there was room for some of the judges to be taken care of by the competition in advance. One of their tasks is the non-professional group, as long as they complete all the work, the competition is willing to pay them double salary.

This part of the judges was caught in the container for a long time, then took out a magic wand, and couldn't help but look at each other, "Is it not ready yet?"

The leader of the examiner group laughed, "This is the non-professional group that gave birth to such a magic wand."

One of the female judges said: "Did they all go to the professional group as a follower?" This is a veteran and is often invited to be a judge.

The leader of the examiner team pointed to the magic wand, "One-third of the team members have gone to be 'it''s followers."

The judges suddenly became interested, which had never happened before, at least it was the first time since they were judges.

"The data of this wand has been recorded by the wand detector. You can look at its records." The leader of the examiner team nodded, and his assistant immediately handed a piece of parchment to one of the judges.

The judge took a look at the parchment, stood up abruptly, and said in surprise, "Three stick cores?!"

After such a howl, the judges who were chatting excitedly came to focus in an instant.

"...What did you just say?" A judge hesitated.

The judge turned over the parchment and faced everyone, "27.5 cedar wood rod body, inlaid with Welsh green dragon horn, Merman unicorn horn, and Phoenix tail feather three cores, the core is fixed as Mykonos Salamander blood meal."

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

"Is this really the work of the non-professional group?" a judge asked.

The leader of the examiner team patiently repeated it over and over again, yes.

"Who made it?"

"The registration form says the Wand Research Office of Durmstrang College. In fact, the student who signed up came for one session, but his attendant participated in all three sessions." The team leader of the examiners said.

"...that Durmstrang?"

"That Durmstrang."

"So the person who made this wand was still a student?"

"Yes, I heard that it is the head of the German School's Experimental Research Laboratory, named Heimdall Strulusson."

Someone in the jury heard this and asked suspiciously, "Rig?"

"Do you know him?" the examiner team leader asked.

The judge laughed, "Should I avoid suspicion?" It was the old man Ollivander.