HP's Foreign Land

"How is it?" Heimdall turned around, touched his chin with one hand, and brushed his hair with the other, posing in a pose he thought was handsome.

Victor held back his laughter, asking him "how is it?" was completely unnecessary, and the whole process of undressing and changing clothes did not escape the master's eyes, and he kept his eyes on it seemingly deeply.

"I didn't expect it to be so formal," Victor said.

Heimdall flicked the skirt of his shirt lightly, and could see that he liked the dress robes himself.

"In order to match the stage effect of the day, it is necessary to dress like this. You may not be able to see the effect now, but you will definitely be surprised that day." Heimdall raised his chin triumphantly.

"I'm a little curious now." Victor's tone was specious, and he didn't know whether he was curious about the "stage effect" or someone's possible performance that day.

Heimdall declined to reveal details, steadfastly enforcing a policy of confidentiality.Last weekend he participated in the first closed rehearsal of the gala. Except for the cast and crew, outsiders were not allowed to enter, and internal personnel responsible for other projects of the Foundation were no exception.

A local wizarding tabloid in Romania tried to obtain an exceptional opportunity to be interviewed, but was rejected.The tabloid reporters became furious and threatened to pour dirty water on the party and publicize bad news. This incident caused some small splashes in the local wizarding circle that had been calm for more than a hundred years, and became a topic of discussion among some wizards, but they did not take the opportunity to hype it up after all. Its own tabloid got its wish, as the Kosor Foundation never responded.A quarrel requires both parties to participate in order to quarrel.

Heimdall, who has been following the situation all the time, suddenly realized one day that the tabloid reporter who uttered wild words had faded out of people's sight and never appeared again.That's the end of the matter.

"In my vision, the UNICEF Appreciation Party may try to be closer to life, or more childlike." Victor instructed Heimdall to go around a few circles.

Heimdall felt that his eyes were like standing at the door of a store picking out the seasonal promotional products displayed in the window. In other words, the master didn't really appreciate this well-behaved black dress.

The corners of Heimdall raised his lips, imagining Victor's suggestion, "Maybe I can wear my own morning jacket or pajamas." The patterns on it are very childlike and colorful, absolutely close to life.

Victor nodded, seeming to agree with his whim, "At least it can guarantee that the party will attract more attention than wearing this dress on stage."

Heimdall laughed because of his seriousness, ran over and sat down beside him, looking straight at him.

"Is there anything I can help?" Victor said gently.

"Yes." Heimdall nodded.

Victor looked at him without saying a word, and couldn't help but leaned over and kissed him.Heimdall pecked hard the moment his lips touched.Victor pulled back Heimdall, who wanted to step back and reveal the mystery, with an obvious perfunctory attitude, put his hands on his chin, and expressed his dissatisfaction with his understatement.The lips of the two pressed together again, and Heimdall grinned amusedly, trying to admit his "mistake". Of course, Victor would not easily let go of the obvious invitation.Their tongues were slowly entangled, deepening step by step according to Victor's wishes, full of affection.

What sound from the outside world pulled back Victor's fascinated mind, he retreated first, and another sound rang out, and after confirming what the sound was, he couldn't help but look at Heimdall, his eyes were full of tears that could not be calmed down in the future lust.

Heimdall was awakened by the "noise" he made, and muttered a few words, his voice was a little hoarse, and the blush that appeared on his face dissipated. The speed was regrettable, at least the master was very reluctant.

"This is the help you mentioned just now?" Another grunt sounded, and Victor laughed.

"Hungry." Heimdall said concisely, looking up at his boyfriend with a pious gesture of worshiping the God of Wealth.

Victor knew what he was supposed to do.

Victor saw Heimdall standing at the kitchen door for the third time, looking inward with his head, and shook his head involuntarily.

"Come in if you want."

"It's not a big place, I'll make trouble for you if I go in." Heimdall looked in awe. In the eyes of a hungry and restless kitchen guy, pots and pans are sacred and inviolable during cooking.

"Okay, come in and eat." Victor put Heimdall's usual plate on the table, looked up, and Director Strulusson sat down safely without his reminder, holding the fork unceremoniously, with a look The posture of being ready to eat at any time.

When Heimdall caught a glimpse of Victor picking up a wooden bowl from the kitchen counter, his small face reflexively turned green, and he watched the bowl settle beside his plate.

Putting down the wooden bowl, Victor turned back to the sink.

Heimdall squinted at the wooden bowl, no matter how unpleasant it looked, just as he stretched out his claws, Victor's voice came.

"I counted the number of fruits and vegetables in the bowl one by one, and I will count and watch you eat." Even though his back was turned to himself, Heimdall resolutely dismissed the calm tone. idea.

"Bring me some yogurt, I can eat more with that." Heimdall, who recognized the situation, said while lowering his head to arrange the napkin hanging on the lapel.

After getting along with Victor for a long time, many living habits began to be affected by each other, and yogurt is one of them.Heimdall did not eat yogurt before, but now he has developed a eating habit of eating without yogurt.However, he doesn’t like dairy products. After all, he is tricky in this regard, and he still won’t touch anything that isn’t produced in Bulgaria.

The influence is mutual, and some habits of the master have quietly changed because of him. For example, Victor used to drink tea with milk, but now he pours vodka into the tea like him; How come I love to eat chicken, duck and other poultry meat, and now I eat it at least twice a week.

There are countless such changes, and the amazing thing is that most of them change without them being aware of it.

Just as Victor was digging through the shelves, Heimdall, who had everything ready, raised his head and found that the glass jars usually used to store yogurt were within easy reach. He wondered why he hadn’t seen it just now?

Without thinking too much, I dragged the jar, broke the lock, lifted the lid, and scooped the snow-white and mellow yogurt into the wooden bowl with the included spoon. Smelling the enticing fragrance, the halazi rolled in my mouth.

"Don't look for it, it's on the table, I didn't see it just now." Seeing that her boyfriend was still rummaging through the boxes, Heimdall said hastily.

Searched every corner of the shelf from top to bottom, but found no yogurt. The master pondered for a moment, and turned around in surprise after hearing Heimdall's words. He stared at the yogurt jar and didn't speak for a while.

"Is this yogurt wrong?" Heimdall found him staring at the jar.

Victor wiped his hands, came to sit beside him, with a strange expression on his face.

"Is there really a problem?" Heimdall looked at the fruits and vegetables mixed with yogurt and dared not eat. He ate half a bowl.

In the blink of an eye, the master's expression returned to normal, "It's okay, I was thinking about something else just now, is it delicious?" He changed the subject without a trace.

Heimdall, who didn't pay much attention at first, quickly followed him and turned the direction, and said firmly with a bitter face, "It's not delicious."

Not surprised, the master lowered his head and licked the corner of his mouth, tasted the slight sour taste, then curled his index finger to stroke his cheek, but smiled silently.

Heimdall was in a good mood, admiring the male sex close at hand, while stuffing his mouth with vegetables that tormented his taste buds. It seemed that the vegetables had a different flavor after neutralizing them.

"Is it hot?" Victor raised an eyebrow knowingly. "My face is a little red."

Heimdall refused to respond. He lowered his head and chewed hard. After eating the vegetable salad, he pushed away the empty bowl, picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, and picked up a small fork to attack the next plate.

"Any plans for Christmas?" He poked at the chocolate icing on the treat.

"Grandma asked me to go home." Mrs. Crumb has now grasped the essentials. As long as she makes an appointment in advance, has a firm attitude and doesn't mess around, Victor will still be that obedient grandson.

Heimdall nodded, "What about the New Year?" His tone unconsciously tinged with longing.

"You want to spend the New Year with me?" Victor said happily.

"You don't have to worry about daddy making other arrangements, it doesn't conflict with spending the New Year with you," Heimdall said. "Can you spare some time?"

"It should be possible." Victor replied quickly.

After getting an affirmative answer, Heimdall smiled brightly.

Victor thought of the stack of travel magazines that had been piled up in the corner of the desk, and covered it with second-hand sheepskin, thinking that he didn't know, and while being funny, he felt a little bit of clarity in his heart, and he also had a little bit of anticipation.

Viktor often saw Heimdall holding the book with his eyelids drooping, his forehead knocking against the book, pushing his shoulder.

"Go to bed when you're tired."

"Hmm." Heimdall rubbed his eyes, closed the book, got up and walked to the desk.

After a while, Victor, who was sitting in front of the fireplace sorting vinyl records, heard Heimdall muttering for a while, and asked him, "Did you take my quill?"

The movement in Victor's hand paused, "No," he put down the record and looked over. "What kind of quill?"

"Snow blue pen number three."

"The one that loses hair when you write?"

"...Yes." Apart from hair loss, there was no other problem, and the stingy Chief Strulusson was not willing to lose it.

"Is Hina still spending the weekend with her boyfriend?"

"Xina?" Heimdall wondered why he had suddenly strayed from the subject to house-elves. "Of course, Hina showed her cuteness this time, and she gave the laboratory a new look. To reward it, I let it go out early yesterday. It put on the brooch I gave it and happily went to find a boyfriend." Thinking of At the scene at that time, Heimdall couldn't help smiling.

"Forget it if you can't find it, go to bed early." Victor said.

Heimdall flipped through it a few more times, but gave up reluctantly, and went to the bathroom to wash up as his boyfriend said, preparing to rest.

Victor watched him walk out of the bedroom, turned around and walked to the desk without moving his hands, his eyes swept around the desk with a thoughtful expression on his face, then he also left the bedroom, followed the stairs to the upstairs Down, into the kitchen.

In the middle of the night, Heimdall opened his eyes in a daze, and dimly realized that he was sleeping on the bed. He closed his eyelids and turned over, but there was movement beside him. He slightly opened his eyelids. In the darkness, Victor Carefully lifted the quilt and sat up.

Heimdall thought his boyfriend was up at night, but didn't pay attention until he was awakened by a sudden scream.The sound is fleeting, and it is too late to distinguish whether it is loud or soft, far or near.Heimdall noticed that the bed on the other side was still empty.He reacted quickly, took out his wand from under the pillow, rolled over lightly and got off the bed, put on his shoes without trouble, and walked towards the door with his wand in hand.

He opened the door, and the lights from downstairs shone up, forming a vague circular light cluster at the stairway, providing faint illumination for the narrow passage.

The silence in the room was suffocating, every corner and every decoration could barely see the outline, everything was as usual, but he was oppressed by unreasonable panic, which made him unable to calm down as usual.

Heimdall leaned against the wall towards the stairs and quickly leaned down, but there was still no movement.He held up his wand and tiptoed down one by one, and the moment he landed, he heard Victor's voice coming from the kitchen, slowly and unhurriedly, his tense nerves suddenly relaxed, Heimdall Grinning silently, he leaned on the handrail of the stairs and let out a big breath, laughing at himself as a snake.

His complication is magnified by the police force's "early education" program!Director Sturlusson shamelessly found a reason for himself that he thought was appropriate.

After confirming that the master was safe and sound, curiosity arose in his heart, and Heimdall walked towards the kitchen.

Victor looked down at this house elf with a pig's nose. At the moment, it was imprisoned in a simple wooden cage. Regardless of the crumbling body of the cage, its firmness was reassuring.The cage was obviously a bit small, and the elf curled up in it so aggrieved that he couldn't move.

Under the stare of its resentful eyes, Victor calmly walked to a chair beside him and sat down.

"You steal things." The master went straight to the point as soon as he opened his mouth.

The house elf who was going to pretend to be deaf and dumb seemed to be stabbed hard by something and jumped up, and the whole cage shook violently because of its restlessness.

"No! Kreacher never steals!" Kreacher yanked the rattan on the cage vigorously, panting heavily, trembling nervously, as if he had been greatly stimulated.The big eyes were condensed with crystal water, making them look pitiful, but the bloodshot and venomous eyes in the eyes destroyed the powerful conditions that could make people feel pity. "...How can the big guy slander Kreacher, lock Kreacher, abuse Kreacher, Kreacher is too pitiful..."

"Your name is Kreacher?" Victor said leisurely, ignoring its ups and downs.

Kreacher let out a terrified scream, his hoarse voice high-pitched and piercing.

"How dare he call Kreacher so affectionately? Stupid big guy! Vicious wizard! What a vicious heart, slandering Kreacher, speaking ill of Kreacher in front of Master Rigg, making Master Rigg hate Kreacher! Scheming little boy Cub!!!"

Victor was stunned. The house-elf's unrestrained speech made the master dumbfounded. Doesn't it know that it has already explained everything? !

"I think the effect of the petrification spell is immediate!"

Without the help of any spells, the endless chanting came to an abrupt end. Kreacher made a suffocating weird tone as if his throat was being strangled. Listen to the cold threats.

Victor, who witnessed these changes, squinted his eyes, turned his head, and saw Heimdall walking in with a gloomy expression.

"Li——" Kreacher hurriedly covered his mouth. In fact, Rommel allowed it to take a look from a distance with additional conditions. One of them was that he could not come to see Heimdall without Dodoma's supervision. It's okay to see, don't talk about dialogue.

Kreacher was quite afraid of Rommel. Although he couldn't get rid of the habit of muttering bad things about others, in front of Rommel, this "problem" never happened.However, the fear of Rommel still failed to curb its behavior today.

Seeing an old and strange house elf imprisoned in the cage, Heimdall frowned suspiciously, and was very puzzled by its effusion of excitement and the blazing heat in its eyes when it looked at him. I really want to talk to myself, but for some reason I try to restrain myself.Heimdall's concept of house elves is very popular, so he didn't understand the situation for a while.In his conception, house elves are timid and shy, with weak mental endurance, and unconditional obedience.

He walked behind Victor, and Victor leaned back very naturally, and the two bodies cuddled together.

"What's going on?" Heimdall looked at Kreacher in the cage blankly.

"I'm also surprised, this house elf seems to know you." Victor is still at a loss. "When I was cooking during the day, I felt that something was wrong. Either I couldn't find it, or I changed the position of that one, and I always fell into a mess without knowing it. Later, I found that something was missing, although it was not worth mentioning. It’s a small thing, but it’s still very unpleasant to be burglarized at home.” Speaking of this, Victor raised the corners of his mouth. "You can tell the Weasley twins next time you write that their invention of 'Weasleys get you nowhere' works very well."

The cage that caught Kreacher was a trial version of a new product sent by the Weasley twins not long ago. It is said that it works well for catching goblins, and the effect is even more ideal than they imagined.

"House elves stealing things!?" Heimdall felt incredible. "Is it not working?" He never thought about where the elf who was dismissed by the master would go. Could this be the answer?

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar quill appeared in front of him. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take it, with a few pieces of feather stuck to his palm. Now he was sure that it was the missing Xueqing No. [-].

In a blink of an eye, he found that the house elf in the cage was looking at him eagerly. Heimdall looked at it blankly. The kitchen fell into a dramatic silence. The house elf's expectations became higher and higher, and crystal tears welled up in his eyes , Heimdall's expression changed unexpectedly.

"Do you think you'll be fine if you return the things? Stealing is against the law! Coupled with the use of one-sided and mean remarks to attack and insult my boyfriend, it caused indelible damage to my boyfriend's heart, adding to the crime, don't think I'll let it go! Which house-elf are you? It's irresponsible to let you run around!"

A boyfriend who was "spiritually injured" couldn't help laughing.

Kreacher was dumbfounded for a moment, then howled heart-piercingly, tears welled up in his eyes, then covered his face in grief and disappeared.

What are you crying for?To gain sympathy?Director Sturlusson was so angry that he thought that if he had a good attitude of admitting his mistake, he would let it go, but it absconded in fear of crime!

"If you dare to come to see me again, I won't punish you!" Heimdall muttered harshly.

"It seems to know you." Victor repeated what he said just now in a funny way. It seemed that Heimdall, like the house elf, turned a deaf ear when he got excited.

"I don't know it." Heimdall said firmly, obviously not wanting to develop this topic.

Master Krum, who had figured out the clues from the various performances of the house-elf, couldn't help but smile, a little sympathetic to the self-defeating Kreacher.