HP's Foreign Land

Victor was sure that he didn't wake up too late. His biological clock has been adjusted to the same pattern for the past ten years, and it is difficult to change.So when the master opened his eyes to look at the person next to the pillow habitually, he was surprised to find that the pillow was empty, and he couldn't help but froze for a moment.

He quickly caught unusual movements from the dark environment.

Perhaps afraid of waking him up, the man next to the master's pillow was extra careful when he was changing clothes while sitting by the bed, the rustling sound was accompanied by a slow-motion motion, and the tense little bowed figure immediately amused the master up.

It can be seen that Director Strulusson is a habitual bed-ridden person.

Victor sat up abruptly, stretched his arms around the waist of the person next to the pillow, and then fell back on the bed.

Heimdall was caught off guard, and the moment he was frightened, he did not forget to grab something in his hand, covered his pants and fell on the quilt. Under the quilt was Victor, the instigator.

Victor placed light kisses on his neck one after another, his hands groped inward smoothly as if he had eyes, skillfully lifted the hem of the shirt he just put on, and groped in.Rubbing and staying here for a while on the abdomen, and then all the way up.

Heimdall, who had regained his strength, said, "Go to sleep for a while, it's still early."

Victor laughed, "That means I didn't go to bed late?!"

Heimdall couldn't help shrinking his neck as he spoke, scratching his neck with his hands, and was soon slapped away by Victor who was in the way.

"From today onwards, I will wake up so early!" Heimdall believes that he must set a goal for himself, otherwise the disease will be difficult to heal.

Victor withdrew his hand and threw the pants he was holding on to aside, nibbling from his neck to the back of his shoulders.

Several shirt buttons fell off because of this, and Heimdall couldn’t laugh or cry, let him gnaw quietly for a while, and found that Wick showed no signs of gaining momentum, his body was getting hotter and hotter, and the desire to wake up hit him like a torrent. The lower abdomen, straight to the tip of desire.

"Men should do what they say!" Heimdall said sonorously, trying to struggle before becoming obsessed.

"Well... Anyway, you have not been a man more than once when it comes to getting up." Victor snorted twice disapprovingly, and the struggle was quickly suppressed.

"... Then I should be given a chance to change my past."

"Honey, we haven't been honest with each other for a long time." Victor turned him to face himself, so that Heimdall could clearly see the sourness on his face.

"We took a shower together yesterday, why don't we take a shower together later?" Heimdall was puzzled by his nonsense.

"You are torturing me." Victor wailed exaggeratedly, "I'm surprised that a perfect man like me stood naked in front of you, and you didn't have any impulse at all. It's because I'm not attractive enough, or you A heart of stone at all?"

Heimdall touched his head, and really thought about this extremely serious problem.

"Probably too many things to think about, no time to worry about it..." Heimdall sincerely criticized himself.

Victor should slam his mouth, after all, he is not attractive enough.

"It seems that I haven't had the urge to masturbate for a long time. It turns out that I have the need for this from time to time..." Heimdall actually put on a confused expression that reminded him of the past.

Although Rieger always put on a silly look of wanting nothing when he was a child, it seemed that male sex and female sex couldn't get into his eyes.

Victor suddenly became nervous, this time he was really nervous, "Could it be that you have finally become ascetic?"

"How is it possible!" Heimdall knew that he had misunderstood what he meant, he laughed and pulled one of his hands away from his chest, and took it to touch his crotch, where the flag-raising ceremony was going on.

"Is this called being pure-hearted?"

Master Krum, who did not change his face, joined the flag-raising ceremony smoothly, and Heimdall's eyes immediately showed a bit of lust, and Wick deliberately smirked when he saw him, "So you like to come in clothes. Let me tell you earlier. My dear, I am actually very adaptable."

***

They woke up a little later than usual this morning, and the teachers and students of the German school didn't make a fuss about it. It's normal for couples who are in a relationship to have sex.Everyone, including Heimdall's three friends, thought so.If they knew that Victor was still carrying forward his gentlemanly demeanor, it would probably make them all fussed.

A few days ago, Katenen suddenly told Heimdall that Golden wanted to see him, and Heimdall had exactly the same intention. As for that amazing paper bag, he needed to figure out the deep meaning behind the paper bag.

After obtaining Heimdall's consent, Katenen brought back Golden's message yesterday, and Heimdall used the breakfast time to confirm the meeting address with Professor Katenen for the last time.

"I told him that you are going to Monaco with Krum today, and he will wait for you in this pastry shop." Katenen said.

At around 10 in the morning, Victor took Heimdall and left Hogwarts, left the UK, and entered Monaco.

Victor must first go to the office of the International Referee Council in Monaco to sign in, attend a referee class student meeting, learn about today's assessment schedule, and get the test number.

Only by receiving the number can you know when your exam is scheduled. The number is the so-called admission ticket.

The International Referee Council is not a supermarket, and Heimdall, an idler, cannot come in and out at will, so he decided to use this time to meet Golden.

The official language of Monaco is French, and I heard that English is one of the common languages, so he is not worried about getting lost, but Victor is worried and sends him to the street where the date is located.

After separating from Victor, he took out the pattern of the signboard of the pastry shop that Katenin had drawn for him, compared it, and pushed open the door of the pastry shop.

***

Rather than saying that this is a dim sum shop, it is better to say that this is a very emotional cafe.

Dim lights, log tables and chairs, old walls with exposed bricks are covered with large and small black and white photos, green plants are placed on the steps and corners, and a three-tiered trolley with pulleys is in the store Walking back and forth, the dazzling array of snacks on the cart is mouth-watering.

The distance between the tables here is very large, which enhances the privacy. If there seems to be no jazz fluttering in the air, in such an atmosphere that makes people fall asleep, the guests will involuntarily lower their voices, which highlights the etherealness of the music, and The tranquility and leisure of the whole store.

"Sturluson."

Heimdall looked around, and Professor Golden stood up at a table and waved to him.

Heimdall quickly stopped looking around and walked over quickly.

When he sat down, Heimdall couldn’t help looking up at the rose-colored glass lamps hanging above the table. The crystal clear rose red, lifelike pastry shapes, and then he found that the lamps hanging on each table were different. Appetizing.

The trolley stopped by their table, and Gordon picked up a china plate with pastries that mirrored the lamp above his head.

Golden put the plate in front of Heimdall, "I'm treating you today."

"Thank you." Heimdall unceremoniously picked up the small fork that came with the plate, took a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

Judging from Heimdall’s many years of experience as shop assistants, a shop that uses sentiment as a selling point is definitely not cheap. Professor Golden chose this shop, and it is so bold, which seems to be far from what he said.

When he thought that what he ate might have been exchanged for Grindelwald's ill-gotten gains, the slightest bit of politeness and hypocrisy disappeared.

While eating the cake, Heimdall took out the paper bag and pushed it to Golden.

Golden glanced at it, but didn't move.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"My understanding is limited, can you tell me about your motivation?" Heimdall put down the fork in his hand.

Golden was unhurried, "Motive? Can't I just express my kindness?"

Heimdall shook his head, "My friendship with you is far from the level of heart-to-heart and heart-to-heart. If you give me gold, silver and jewelry, I will think your motives are pure."

On that day, Rommel confessed to him that even Rommel Strulusson might not be able to easily obtain the qualifications for applying for magic institutions. In other words, not everyone is qualified for this qualification.

Nero Golden sent him an application qualification like a Chinese cabbage, and Heimdall dared not pretend to be deaf and dumb.

"I just want you to say something," Heimdall said sternly, "'There is no ulterior motive at all. I don't pay attention to the application results. This qualification is given to you, and you can handle it yourself.' I hope to hear such words."

Under Heimdall's firm gaze, Golden lowered his head slightly and held the teacup. His gaze only lasted for two seconds.

After getting the answer, Heimdall felt a little disappointed, so he sighed slightly, stood up and said, "That's it, I appreciate your kindness."

"If it was Gellert, he would never refuse."

Heimdall said flatly, "I'm sorry, who is Gellert?"

Golden smiled faintly, tapped the table with his fingers, "Please sit down, it's not time to say goodbye yet, I have something to say to you."

"I thought I was done talking."

"You ask me to be honest, but you also have to give me a chance to be honest."

Heimdall hesitated for a moment, sat back, said nothing, picked up a fork and continued to eat snacks.

Golden looked at him for a moment and said, "You're nothing like Gellert."

Heimdall rolled his eyes violently at the snack.

This old man is really crazy, but he never leaves Grindelwald when facing him. After decades of teaching, he only remembers one student, and at the same time feels sad for his other students.

Without Heimdall's interruption, Golden continued, "He is a genius, a real genius..." Then, Professor Golden began to recall the story that he and Grindelwald had to tell.

Just when Heimdall wondered whether he just wanted to find someone who had never heard the story to speak freely, Golden changed the subject, and the tall and talented student changed his taste in his story.

Yes, Grindelwald’s research on the corpse was led by his mentor Golden. Grindelwald’s talent for magic, his ability to analyze advanced theories, and his enthusiasm for black magic made Golden very happy. He thought he had found a like-minded person, so after repeated consideration and observation, he let go of his last worries and allowed Grindelwald to participate in the subject of infernal corpses that he had studied for many years.

The fuse that caused the split between master and apprentice in the future was buried at this moment.

All the difficulties were smooth before, and all the differences were consistent before.

Grindelwald was also a three-good student who listened to the teacher and followed the teacher at first, and the teacher's wishes were his own wishes.

Golden has always believed in this.

Until one day, he discovered the secret that Grindelwald tried his best to hide, about another research method about the necromancer, about his increasingly crazy ideas, about his attempt to use the results of this research to realize his aspirations.

Gordon's expression became ferocious, and his eyes became maddened, as if he tasted the outrageous anger from the memory again.

"I was blinded by the person I trusted the most. Can you understand how I felt at the beginning? I trusted him so much, and he betrayed our original intention of working together!"

It must have betrayed the original intention of your research.Heimdall said in his heart.

Now, he believes that no matter what he says now, he can't change the judgment that Golden has insisted on for decades. If he can relieve the old man by saying something casually... To be honest, he feels that the old man doesn't want to relieved.

"Why do you study Inferi?" Heimdall had heard enough of his bitter past and decided to create a topic of his own.

"I'm not the only one who studies the necromancy. This is a profound subject, and the magic organization has recorded it but has never overcome it!" Golden's eyes widened, as if Heimdall had asked an idiot question. "During the Great War, European countries asked the magic organization for assistance, but the magic organization could not come up with an effective solution to the ghoul, which made Gellert's ghoul army invincible on the Europa continent!"

Golden laughed hysterically, "This is the Inferi, do you dare to say that it is not great?! Can you?!"

It turned out to be the case.

Heimdall glanced at the paper bag on the table.

To put it bluntly between Golden and Grindelwald, it is a master blacksmith with an apprentice.The master blacksmith wanted to build an Eiffel Tower with his own technology, but the apprentice slipped away during the boring process of building the tower day after day.As a result of slipping away, the apprentice suddenly discovered that the things he punched out could be used to make weapons and form his own armed force. Then, after a series of experiments, the apprentice discovered that his weapons were actually cut like mud, and armed with this weapon The army is invincible.

With a new goal of struggle, or a way to realize the desire hidden deep in the heart, the final result of the master-student breakup is not surprising.

Golden attempted to go down in history by building the "Eiffel Tower".

Grindelwald used conquest to pull the whole of Europe into a battlefield full of gunpowder. Thousands of wizards were sleepless and trembling. In a sense, Grindelwald will be immortal—before his professor achieved this.

In other words, Nero Golden's anger did not stem from throwing the corpse into the war, nor was it out of mourning for the loss of life, the destruction of the country, and the condemnation of the atrocities of the students.

Heimdall dropped his fork and said nothing.

The unknown whereabouts of Grindelwald makes the Nether army still an unsolved secret. I believe that there are countless pairs of eyes in the world staring at the final answer to this mystery.

"Do you want to restart the research on the necromancy?" Heimdall looked at the paper bag, "This application qualification is your olive branch?"

Gordon breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that you understand."

He picked up the paper bag and said excitedly: "Gellert is the holder of many records in the magic organization, and no one has surpassed it so far. I can help you complete the possibility of surpassing and refresh his records."

Heimdall saw a new fire in his eyes, hotter than anger.

"I understand, that is to use me to carry out your alternative revenge?"

"This is mutual use, don't you want to be famous?" Golden didn't hide it.

"Do not want to."

Gordon's expression changed.

"Unfortunately, I'm not a calm person, so I can't say that." Heimdall laughed at himself.

Gordon was excited again.

"But I have no interest in being a God of Death at all, and I have no pursuit of research on Yin corpses."

"I don't believe it!" Golden squinted his eyes, there is no wizard who can resist the temptation of necromancy research!

Heimdall shrugged.

Golden frowned, not sure if what the other person said was true or false, he tried to seduce and lure him through other methods, and he made a final decision.

"The Yin Corpse can make you famous all over the world. You should seize this opportunity and don't waste it in vain. I can guarantee that there will never be such a good opportunity to prove your worth."

"You said that to Grindelwald too?"

A trace of irritation appeared on Gordon's face.

Heimdall remained indifferent. He shook his head, clasped his hands, and slowly recited, "God said: 'Let there be light.' There was light." ①Golden looked confused.

Heimdall raised the corner of his mouth, "I want to be a 'God' more than being a 'Grim Reaper'."

Golden's chaotic emotions froze on his face at that moment. After a long time, he suddenly came back to his senses, saw the paper bag left on the table, turned around involuntarily, and called to the person who had already walked to the door Heimdall.

"What do you mean by that?"

The old pedant believed he had smelled something, something new, alluring, new.

In the end who bewitched whom, Gordon no longer wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Heimdall pushed open the door, turned back and said, "You think highly of me." He waved his hand to say goodbye, stepped out, and the door closed gently behind him.

①From "Bible · Old Testament · Genesis".