HP's Foreign Land

The two returned to the corridor of the Magic Injury Treatment Center. From time to time, wizards greeted Victor when they passed by them. They passed a consultation room. They—to be precise, surrounded Victor.

It took 10 minutes for the air around me to circulate again.

"Don't you need to check?" Heimdall saw that he had no intention of responding to the call.

"You want me to go?" Victor glanced at him.

"Same as those players?" The elder Strulusson was confused.

"The inspection items are all the same."

"...will be seen by others."

Vic laughed.

Heimdall said with a serious face: "Those ladies all have sharp eyes and ears. If they see it, I will suffer a heavy loss."

"The ones you looked at are not lost?"

"They don't know. I know that you showed it to other women. How can you embarrass my boyfriend?"

"Well, don't show them." Victor nodded. "You can't show it to others."

"I'm not a casual person. I always draw the curtains when I take a shower in the dormitory, and I haven't been to a hot spring hotel in Kapok Town." Roommate Leon is not interested in his charm.If you go outside...the public bathhouse has to charge money!

Heimdall grinned, then scowled again.

"Then what about your inspection?"

"I've already arranged it."

Victor pulled him into a relatively clean corridor, the walls were painted pink and green, the light blue short-pile carpet was under his feet, the ceiling had simple lines, and the wall lamps were like budding tulips, with elegant and clear light.The doors of each room here are tightly closed, and bilingual signs (French and English) are hung on the doors. When you walk through the doors inlaid with frosted glass, you can see the light seeping from the other side of the glass, and from time to time there are figures flashing behind the glass. passed away.Occasionally, nursing staff came and went in a hurry in the corridor, their actions were neat and unsmiling, and if there was no intersection at work, they would not talk to each other, and quickly disappeared behind another door.The working atmosphere here is very rigorous, completely different from the bustling inspection area that was open to the public just now.

Victor knocked on a wooden door with no signage visible on the bare panel and no frosted glass inlaid.

"Please come in." A voice came from the other side of the door.

Victor pushed the door and entered. Behind the door was a small room with a hospital bed and a screen. On the other side of the screen was a small desk and a matching chair.The doctor who invited them in sat on a chair and watched them gently.

The male doctor looked about sixty years old, with fair skin and a head of gray curly hair, which seemed to be a natural curly hair. Chief Stuluson stared at the big flowing and messy curly hair for a long time—the master was startled , hastily used actions to divert his attention—the appearance is featureless, but it is not ugly, but the aquiline nose hangs a bit abruptly on the face, which is very inconsistent with his kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

"Hello." The doctor smiled at Heimdall.

Heimdall nodded.

"Where's your medical form?" the doctor asked Victor.

Victor showed a hesitant expression, "...I didn't take it."

The doctor stood up with a good temper and stopped Victor at the same time, "I'll get it, please wait here for a while."

The door opened and closed again.

Director Sturluson was just about to inspect the small room when the master stepped forward, hugged him and opened his mouth to chew.Victor's fingers unbuttoned Heimdall's chest with unbelievable dexterity, and got in. The warm palms slowly moved on the skin, rubbing lightly or heavily, and Heimdall endured. He couldn't help moaning, and was swallowed by Victor.

Heimdall kissed back vigorously, their bodies were tightly pressed together, their lips and tongues were entangled and stretched, and their teeth collided from time to time. It was not so much a passionate kiss as it was a kissing war.

They backed away at the same time until the air couldn't get any more. Heimdall was out of breath, and he woke up half-awake when he saw Victor unbutton his pants and squat down.

"This is outside...let's go back and then..." Heimdall hurriedly covered his mouth, and Viktor's fingers slid back and forth on his erection through a thin layer of fabric.

Heimdall closed his mouth tightly and turned his head, making sure that there was the table behind him, and quickly leaned back against it, fearing that he would slip to the ground.Victor stood up, his hand still remained, his lips pressed against Heimdall's chest, and kisses fell on it.Heimdall clenched his back molars because he suddenly bit his skin, and the front flap had been completely undone. If he hadn't supported his body with his arms, he would have collapsed on the table at this moment.

Victor squatted down again and came between his legs, his fingers hooked his underwear and pulled them down, the blood all over his body rushed down violently, the subtle touch brought by the friction of the cloth repeatedly stimulated the lower body, the body fluid accumulated there followed The detachment of the panties drips down.Victor licked it, and in Heimdall's convulsive tremors, he stretched out his fingers and rubbed the head gently.

"We're still..." The words that Heimdall could put together were shattered by the tremendous pleasure brought about by Victor's action of sucking and sucking.

Victor doesn't take his concerns to heart at all, and everything he's done so far proves it.Slowly, Heimdall felt relieved, his boyfriend was not a reckless person, since he dared to do this, he must rely on something.

Victor suddenly left a certain distance, in exchange for Heimdall's puzzled and annoyed stare, the former smiled leisurely.

"How about it, exciting?"

Heimdall pulled him back, grabbed his hair, leaned over and kissed him hard.

When the lips of the two finally parted, Victor showed a charming smile, and once again took Heimdall's erection in his mouth, while licking it, he rubbed and stroked it with both hands.The fingertips swept across the double balls quickly, and kept moving backwards. Heimdall clearly felt that the path of the finger was getting deeper and deeper, and it was getting harder and harder, and finally it stopped on his back acupuncture point.

The fingertips teased, rubbed and teased the sensitive skin as if they had their own consciousness, and continuously created waves around the acupuncture point that made it difficult to restrain the moans.The huffing and sucking in front of the body combined with the stroking behind him, when Victor's fingers stretched in and slowly moved in and out deeply and shallowly, bending and pressing from time to time, the flexibility and changeability made it outrageous, Heimdall was in his mouth Spontaneously twitched.

After Heimdall sprayed out, his mind gradually cleared up, and he found that his legs were no longer in control. He always maintained a slightly distorted standing posture, and it was easy for people to ignore the current situation. All kinds of discomfort came as expected.

Victor hugged him, and Heimdall gasped for a while, baring his teeth, and then said, "Go to the bed."

"Are you sure?" Victor asked with hesitation.

Heimdall gave him a lifeless look, the master chuckled and moved him behind the screen without struggling at all.

"Can you stand?"

"Yes, it's healed now, I probably stretched my muscles just now."

"Come on, hold the head of the bed." Victor took his two hands from behind to hold the iron frame, and said worriedly: "Tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

"Okay, can I still be polite to you? I still have bare thighs, and it's a bit chilly." Heimdall shook his bare butt at him, and quickly tasted the meaning of this provocative move. unintended consequences.

There was a rustling sound, and Victor took out something like a ball of thread. He put the ball of thread on Heimdall's wrist, and pulled out his wand to tap it lightly.The ball of thread loosened and turned into a bright red ribbon. The ribbon instantly bound Heimdall's wrist as if he had eyes, and fixed him on the iron frame at the head of the bed.

"You... are you interested in this area?" Director Strulusson was dumbfounded.

"I'm not interested in stimulating your sexual desire through the pain of seeing blood, and I will never hurt you." Victor first defended himself, "It's fine just tied up like this," appreciating with a meaningful look. "That alone was stimulating enough for me."

Heimdall glanced down, it seemed that a tent had been set up.

"That, that...doctor won't... rush in suddenly, will he?" Strulusson, who was kissed again, was distracted and fascinated, and hurriedly reminded him while he still had a trace of clarity.

"It's okay...he won't be back for a while..." Victor buried his head on the side of his neck and muttered, "I don't even remember where I lost my medical examination form...it seems to be replaced by some wizard. I put it away...it will definitely take some time to find it..."

Didn't you say you didn't get it?

Just enough such a thought flashed through his mind, and Heimdall was so gnawed by the master that he forgot about the southeast and northwest again, and he couldn't help making a whimper-like sound.Victor quickly found the entrance and pushed into Heimdall's body a little bit.Heimdall clung tightly to the metal railing, and as Victor pushed forward, the red ribbons tied around his hands began to tighten slowly, and even became warm.

This temperature changed wonderfully with the friction and push behind him, it seemed to become a part of the body, oscillating back and forth in passion together with his body temperature.

When Viktor's hand reaches forward to grab his erection, Heimdall thrusts spontaneously into his hand again, moaning hoarsely.

The master found that he was starting to babble again that kind of incomprehensible words, so he couldn't help leaning forward. Even though he didn't know why, he still couldn't help listening.Perhaps it is the tension brought by the unfamiliar environment, or the urgency caused by the changing temperature of the ribbon, or both. In short, Heimdall's actions, expressions, and words are all full of desire.

(PS: Since you want to know what Li Xiaoge is talking about, let’s add a voice-over. In fact, everyone can YY and look at the picture to talk. Picking the nose, let’s give an example, pornography: not enough, use more force... Be more intense... ...fuck me...)

Victor became distraught for a while, the speed of sprinting became faster and faster, the sound of physical collision became louder, and the desire to climax with Heimdall seemed to be getting farther and farther away. He was glad that he had some concentration, It didn't shoot out just now.

"Yes...that's it..." Heimdall was panting, his hair was wet with sweat, some strands of hair stuck to his cheeks, his open shirt was drooping back, revealing a part of smooth skin, reflected by the light The glittering and translucent stars are dotted densely, as if a thin film is attached.

Victor leaned down and stuck out his tongue to lick, and his lower body continued to slam into Heimdall's body deeply, damn it, it was so tight... The touch of the lower body was so ecstasy, the master felt that he would disarm in the next second.

When Heimdall was about to spray out, his body trembled violently. He accelerated the frequency of sprinting in Victor's hands, and experienced a burst of trembling. The narrow corridor was violently tightened. At the same time, Victor also sprayed heavily on Heimdall in vivo.He let go of his hand and pressed his body forward, but instead of pressing on Heimdall's back, he held the iron rod.At this time, Heimdall was completely hanging on the railing, with a look of exhaling more than inhaling. Victor hurriedly loosened the ribbon and released his two hands. Seeing that his expression was normal, the master was relieved.

Heimdall tried to straighten up, almost sat on the ground, his legs were weak.He wiped his face, smiled tremblingly, panted and said, "It feels great!"

"You mean the silk ribbon?" The master held up the silk ribbon that turned back into a ball of thread again, and smiled evilly. "Try to tie it somewhere else next time? Or another part?" As he said, his eyes scanned Heimdall's whole body up and down with extremely erotic eyes. It's no different from being completely naked, and even a little more erotic than being completely naked.

"Let's fix the location at home," Director Strulusson pointed out. "Whatever you do at home, although it's fresh outside, I don't feel comfortable after all. I don't like to be watched by others, and I don't want others to watch. I don't have that interest, although the process is very exciting." The conservative education that has been handed down since ancient times is the kind that you can't let go of. When you have sex, show it to others. Unless you are perverted, no one can accept it.

Seeing his serious face, Victor was a little amused. At the same time, he realized that his little boyfriend would have misunderstood him, thinking that he was going to drag him around for a field battle, so he couldn't help kissing his lips, and the two kissed each other. some.After taking the reassurance, Director Stulusson regained his composure and hurriedly put on his clothes, secretly rejoicing that the old doctor's "knowledge and wit" and the master's seemingly farsightedness were actually insidious and cunning.

A large white mark was left on the railing at the head of the bed. Victor took out his wand and quickly dealt with the scene.

When the old doctor in his 60s came back to the room, the two were sitting on the chair in harmony, except that the master was sitting on the chair, and Mr. Stulusson was sitting on the master.

The doctor coughed, and Heimdall jumped up hastily. The master looked very satisfied, and mercifully decided not to bother with the old doctor.

Heideggerach's exam came as scheduled, and the exam room was arranged in the divination classroom on the second floor of the castle. The exam took three days in total, with a written exam in the morning and a practical exam in the afternoon. It was a random exam.Instead of going through all the subjects in three days, a certain subject or a certain part of a certain subject is selected, so the paper questions may be complicated. As for what will be tested in the practical exam, German school professors have different opinions.

The German school also participated in the exchange student program this time, and the leader of the foreign school was Roy Laurent, a professor of Potions. Durmstrang chose the following three for the practical exams that made it difficult for students from other schools: Potions, Astronomy , and Charms.Therefore, when the professors of the German School gave advice to their troubled students, they believed that these three subjects were the most likely, among which Potions was the most popular.

This is really a subject that can be tested wherever you go, and it is inseparable from finding a job.

Heimdall and Ryan walked back and forth rhythmically in the corridor with their books in their hands. Beauxbaton's exam was also scheduled on this day. The exam room was next to the divination classroom, which was more than a circle larger than the divination classroom.There were more than five people who signed up for Beauxbaton.

Divination is a rather unpopular subject in German schools. In addition, it is an elective. There are not many students in German schools, and there is no limit on the number of students in each class. As a result, the classrooms of Divination become more crowded .Durmstrang’s strong astronomy since ancient times has also created the tragedy of this course in this school. Looking up at celestial bodies can give insight into the fate of the entire human being. Looking down at palmistry, tea, crystal balls, etc. seems a bit petty .

There are exactly five tables and five chairs in the Divination classroom, which is simply tailor-made for today's exam.

Heimdall couldn't remember the last time he entered the divination classroom, when he was a preparatory student?Chief Sturluson was silent for a moment.

Next to his ears was the sound of Li An staring at the textbook and reading. One of the most beautiful languages ​​in the world was chug out like submachine gun bullets as Li An recited, which made Director Stuluson dizzy.

Beauxbatons was the first to make a movement, the classroom door was opened, and the invigilator from Beauxbatons waved to the students, and everyone quickly responded to the call.

"I'm leaving." Rian closed the book as if he was going to the execution ground.

A song like this suddenly echoed in Heimdall's mind: Maybe I bid farewell and will never come back; do you understand, do you understand...it's too unlucky!Director Sturlusson's exam is inauspicious and obsessive-compulsive syndrome happened again.

When the group of students belonging to Beauxbaton had left, the corridor became a lot more lonely, and he and his four classmates stared wide-eyed.

With a babble, the door of the divination classroom was opened, and a wizard stood at the door with a pocket watch in his hand, and said to them, "Our exam is about to begin."

The five students immediately gathered in front of the door, and the proctor wizard guarded the door to check their interview notices. When they reached Heimdall, the other party waved his hand and signaled him to go straight in.

Heimdall smiled: "Father, you are wrong."

Rommel said slowly, "Why is it wrong that I know my son?"

Heimdall rubbed his nose, turned and entered the classroom.

The layout of the divination classroom is a bit unorthodox. The surrounding walls are hung with golden tassel curtains. The large pieces of crow blue and pomegranate red are intertwined, and there are strange patterns of brown and blue on it. The tattoos are embroidered with hair-thin silver threads; dream catchers of different sizes and shapes hang in front of the curtain; the chandelier above the head looks like a huge crystal ball, and the light it emits is similar to that on the podium in front of it. The crystal balls placed are exactly the same.

Heimdall saw his name on the leftmost desk on the innermost side, and it was pasted on the corner of the desk.

Rommel stepped into the classroom and closed the door.