HP's Foreign Land

Victor got rid of several enthusiastic colleagues and came to the audience. At this time, Lacarini Jr. had recovered his sanity and changed back to that inhuman and cold face again. The chatter just now was like a hallucination.

Heimdall seized the opportunity and stuffed a mint candy into his mouth. This candy was a product endorsed by Victor. Its main function was to clear the throat and the secondary function was to freshen the breath.The secondary effect is the biggest selling point of this kind of candy. It appears endlessly on the huge advertisements. The three-dimensional characters conjured by magic swell up and squeeze directly in front of people's eyes, which is full of thrilling effect.If it weren't for Victor's star effect, which greatly promoted the demand, I believe no one would buy this kind of candy that exudes a strong Halloween atmosphere.

Victor never resisted his own will, and when he leaned over to kiss Heimdall, Heimdall glanced at little Lacarini staring at him accusingly from the corner of his eye.He turned his head and gave Professor Lacarini a cold look. We are reluctant to get a boyfriend. We can't figure this out and we are trying to pursue a gentle and beautiful girl. Let's wait to be a bachelor for the rest of our lives!

Rang Na, who has been paying attention to the situation here, found that the conversation between the two was over, and immediately joined in.

"Hello, Krum." Jeanne's expression looked enthusiastic, but her tone was not so enthusiastic. She would maintain a certain degree of reserve when necessary.

"Hello, I didn't expect to see you here." Victor was a little surprised by her appearance.

"Duncan never talks about the women in the family with others, and I don't expect him to mention me in the topic." Jeanna shrugged, her flaxen hair was soft and smooth, with a shiny luster.Heimdall praised in his heart.

Noticing his gaze, Nami smiled flatteringly.

"Does it look good? It was newly dyed last month." She flirtatiously lifted a lock of hair that was hanging down on her chest, and her slightly slanted charming eyes instantly overwhelmed a large number of males.

As a gay man, Chief Stulusson's talent is passive buff, which makes him immune to all the opposite sex's glances.

"It's beautiful." Heimdall nodded, and Miss Orville's beauty was obvious to all.

Jeanne's eyes lit up when she heard this, and her eyes swept over Heimdall's head, as if she was weighing which color was suitable for him.

"Don't make up his mind." Victor's tone was understated, but the hint of warning was thrilling.

Jeanna pouted and diverted her attention regrettably.

Heimdall raised his eyes and saw Lange stepping off the rostrum, and quickly waved.

"Are you going back to the dormitory?" Professor Lange nodded and smiled energetically.

"Yes," Heimdall nodded, looking him up and down intentionally and slowly. "Smells good."

"Thank you, a different environment, a new starting point, I hope I won't disappoint the students of Heideggerach."

"Don't create pressure on yourself."

"I miss the pressure, I haven't had it in 20 years."

Heimdall laughed, and they said goodbye at the entrance of the auditorium, and Lange turned to the stairs, preparing to go to his room.

Heimdall and his party walked out of the tower.

"He's so charming..." Jeanna sighed with emotion, her brows and eyes floating with the breath of spring.

"Who? Lange...Professor Lange?" Heimdall asked.

"Who else but him?" Jeanna looked dreamy. "Too personable, too educated, too charming."

Heimdall looked at Victor in surprise, and the latter looked familiar.

"You like Lange like that?" Heimdall asked cautiously.

"Don't you think he's attractive?"

"I don't deny it, though he's not handsome."

"That's what you call a man. Those under the age of 30 can only be called boys. They don't even have full hair. They are restless, impulsive, simple-minded, and like to show off. Especially in front of the opposite sex, they look like an Old World porcupine in heat."

The two males present were both under thirty, so they were shot while lying down.Heimdall didn't know what kind of expression and speech to use to link the past and the future, so he had to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Victor was relatively calm, "Have you taken a fancy to Professor Lange?"

"My chest is beating a heart that is overwhelmed by the charm that hits my face. Adding or subtracting light and darkness will damage this unspeakable beauty." Jeanne murmured affectionately in French.

"What about your boyfriend?" Victor remained calm.

"These are two different things." Jeanne immediately pulled out of the poetic and picturesque, and said confidently. "It's the same reason you like to see posters of witches in cool clothes."

Heimdall nodded emotionally, "But I prefer to see posters of wizards in cool clothes."

Rianna was so excited, "Really? Where I..." Before she could start sharing, the expressionless master slapped her shoulders, causing Rangna's calves to tremble. "...there are a lot of Klum posters."

The master let go with a tolerant expression.

Jeanna found an excuse and slipped away, hurriedly walking, as if being chased by a flood of beasts, and disappeared in the depths of the green shade in an instant.Heimdall withdrew his gaze, the smile was no longer visible on his face, and he walked forward sullenly.Victor smiled helplessly.

Walking halfway, he found that there were many people following the onlookers. Heimdall temporarily changed lanes, walked to the stream without knowing it, and sat down on a cast iron armrest bench facing away from the stream.Master Krum sat down next to each other cheekily.

Behind them is a row of dense bushes, pink and white flowers are blooming on the branches, the breeze blows, beside the bushes, under the bench, at the feet, swaying and spinning, rolling up a layer of snow-white fallen leaves.

The master couldn't bear to sign Mr. Sturlusson's little hand, but seeing Mr. Sturlusson's serious expression, he couldn't help retreating, and quickly assumed the appearance of sitting upright and resigning himself to fate.

Unexpectedly, the trick that worked every time was not held this time, and Heimdall, who was looking around but not looking at the people around him, took out a candy from his pocket and threw it into his mouth.Victor couldn't calm down after watching it, and slowly sucked his little mouth, stirring up the master's internal fire.Leaning forward, one arm carefully wrapped Heimdall's shoulders, and the master was ecstatic that Heimdall did not refuse.

"Do you like this candy? I have a lot more." Apart from the endorsement salary, what is left is a mountain of mints, with a dizzying variety of flavors.

Heimdall was silent on the surface, but Victor was beating his heart.

"I long to be with you at any time, to be able to see you at any time, I can't leave you, and I don't want to leave you." Victor murmured with lingering regret.

Heimdall said in a tone opposite to the bored expression: "Oh, I hate sweet talk." He kissed Victor's lips sideways, and the fragrance of lemon mint lingered between their lips and teeth.

"I'm not angry that you didn't tell me. I'm worried about your health. A while ago you had to wake up with an alarm clock, which was unprecedented. You looked tired during that time," Heimdall stroked Victor's Face. "I don't want to see you pushing yourself, and I don't want to see you not cherishing your body."

Victor smiled silently, suppressing his excitement, hugged Heimdall, buried his face in Heimdall's shoulder and dawdled.

"The reason why I came to apply is to give myself a vacation. I will not be in the starting lineup next season. The coach asked me to take a good rest."

Heimdall immediately became nervous, "Does the Vulcan team have other plans? What are they going to do? Cross the river and demolish bridges? It's only been a few years..."

"No no, don't be nervous baby." Victor said with a smile. "I always leave room for other Seekers."

This defiant remark sounds tooth-chewing, but it's true, without Victor Krum's field, no matter whether the Vulcan team's second seeker or the other team's seeker, it's one thing. A good thing to celebrate.Although I am a little sorry for the fans, just like their idols, they must give the fans of other players some room for victory.

After thinking about this, Heimdall smiled, "You are right, rest is for walking a longer distance."

Seeing this, Victor took a few bites with confidence and boldly, and then asked, "What did you say to Lenato just now?"

Heimdall considered for a few seconds before he figured out who "Lenato" was, Lacarini Jr.

"He asked me how to get a girl," Heimdall's gossip spontaneously arises. "Do you know who he's targeting? It's the teacher at the school, Professor Malena Harlan, who teaches elementary Potions..."

Victor listened to his rambling with a smile, "I knew it before, and Rommel also participated in it."

"What's going on? You just called him Lenato..."

"It can be regarded as an ally who took the teacher certification training and examination together." Victor said. "Professor Harlan was introduced to Lenato's grandfather by Rommel. Rommel can be regarded as half a matchmaker."

"Professor Harlan's house is in good condition?"

"A very ordinary family of wizards. The father is a fungus cultivator. He doesn't seem to be successful at a high level. It seems that there is no prospect of promotion. The mother is a housewife and there is a nine-year-old brother in the family."

Heimdall was stunned for a while when he heard this, and sighed, "Professor Lacarini doesn't have any friends?" Otherwise, why would he tell Victor so clearly, and ask himself how to pursue girls.

"Being a human being requires basic compassion." Victor said solemnly.

Heimdall couldn't help laughing.

The master looked at him with a smile, "Mr. Strulusson, the history of the wizarding movement is an extremely profound knowledge, covering all aspects of the spiritual and physical pursuit of wizards from ancient times to the present," the master said with his finger on Heimdall The neckline swirls. "It played a pivotal role in developing ideas and broadening horizons." The three buttons were opened, and fingers were drilled in nimbly. On occasions and rallies, "the gentle palms with calluses made slight ripples on Heimdall's skin," those wizards who were called athletes in later generations rode fancy but poorly constructed brooms, performing those tricks in the air even Actions that still seem difficult and dangerous to wizards today, brave and skillful are amazing..."

"Shut up." Heimdall bit Victor's lip.

Victor is kind and kind.

The lips and tongues of the two were glued together. Heimdall bent his knees, propped up his upper body, and circled Victor's neck. The hand that got into his clothes moved from his chest to his waist, and after a short stay, he quickly slid to his lower back. , and rubbed there calmly.

After an unknown amount of time, they parted, and Victor still fondled that piece of skin reluctantly.

"Well, Mr. Sturluson, I think this course will not disappoint you."

Heimdall looked reluctant, "Since Professor Krum is so respected, I will definitely consider your opinion when choosing courses."

"It seems that my expression is not deep enough, and it is necessary to be more detailed," Victor tightened his arms, "Specifically," he bit open Heimdall's collar, rubbing the tip of his nose gently on the skin, " Targeted," he sticks out his tongue, leaving a moist, warm trail, "instructions."

"Sounds like it's going to take a while," Heimdall said, holding his shoulder. "But Professor Krum, you see, I have to go back and tidy up the dormitory. The most important thing is to put my boyfriend's photo on the fireplace and the bedside table so that I can appreciate it at any time. My boyfriend attaches great importance to this. It is possible to come and check in person."

Victor raised his head and looked into Heimdall's eyes, "That's really important. Your boyfriend's decision is very correct. He must be an excellent young man with a clear mind and quick thinking."

Heimdall curled up the corners of his mouth condescendingly, his cheeks flushed slightly due to the passionate kiss, and his pair of eyes were sparkling, and the small eyes were indescribably alluring, at least the master who had just had a good time thought that My own heart, liver and lungs were so scratched that I was about to move.Especially Wei Xiaoduo below, began to pull up spontaneously.

"You go back to the auditorium first. After I finish packing, let's have dinner together. In the afternoon, you take me around the school."

It's not that Heimdall didn't feel Wei Xiaoduo who was rubbing against his body, but how could he be promiscuous under the watchful eyes of everyone? !What's more, Heideggerach's honorary principal is his own father. Today is the first day he stepped into this school. He must strive to be advanced and study hard every day.

"Professor Krum, please respect yourself and be a teacher!"

Professor Krum sighed regretfully, but in the end he still failed to "unspoken rules" the student named Strulusson on the first day of the new semester.

"Sturluson, the key to 302."

Heimdall stopped squeezing towards the notice board, and turned to look at the strange boy who suddenly called his name.

It was a muscular young man, who should have been exercising a lot, and the muscles on his arms were bulging one by one. He held the robe in his hands, and he wore a tight yellow sweater on his upper body, which made his chest muscles bulge.Heimdall looked at him carefully, but unfortunately, this guy is not tall.In terms of the average height of Westerners, Heimdall's height is very mediocre. Even so, he is still nearly a head taller than the one in front of him.

This made the young man's attractive muscles dim a lot, like a sawed-off telegraph pole, or like an upside-down triangular glass bottle of yellow mustard. His sweater made Heimdall Reminds me of the mayonnaise on the fried fish I had last night.Compared with boys, Professor Krum's figure is obviously more attractive.Victor's two arms are shriveled than this boy's, and his chest muscles are not so high.

At this moment, the key to his room was lying on the boy's outstretched palm, and the tower-shaped pendant connected to the key was printed with the Arabic numeral 302, which was his bedroom number.

"Thank you, you are..." Heimdall accepted gratefully.

Unexpectedly, the boy ignored him at all, ignored the kindness he released, shook his head, went straight up the stairs leading to the botanical garden, and left the common room.

Heimdall rubbed his head, not sure which one the other party was playing, since he couldn't figure it out, let's put it aside.

Heimdall happily climbed the stairs and entered his bedroom.The dormitory is not big, because he is the only one living here.

The dormitory building looks majestic and tall from a distance, and the simple interior decoration highlights its emptiness. The rooms that actually live in students only occupy a few floors, and the sixth floor and above are all locked and vacant rooms.

The number of students in Heideggerack is not large, and it is far less prosperous and lively than Hogwarts. Although it does not only enroll purebloods here, the school has only been established for a short time. Like a starlet who has a good reputation but is not going to be popular, it is difficult to reach a higher level for a while.

However, Heideggerach's advantages are very obvious. The school environment is good, and it pays attention to the construction of step-by-step teachers. It can be seen from the high-level and low-level education. Over time, there will be breakthroughs.Heimdall believed in his father's vision and ability.

The animal friends had already arrived at the dormitory, and the first thing Toffee did when she entered the room was to roll all over the floor, trying to spread her scent in every angle.Animals generally adopt excrement enclosures in the wild, and Heimdall expressly forbids them to defecate anywhere in the bedroom, so Toffee has to be the next best thing.As for whether the effect is ideal, only it knows.

Pod sat on the window sill and watched the beautiful scenery outside, squinting his eyes in a humane way, with a look of intoxication on his face.It can be seen that it likes the pleasantness surrounded by the green shadow of Heideggerach, and the magnificence of the sea and the sky.

Little Bread, as always, went straight to Heimdall, rubbing against his feet, trying to be cute.

Heimdall picked up the girl whose hands were getting heavier and heavier, and looked up to see Xiao Ba hanging under the lamp, a huge black shadow covering nearly a third of the ceiling.Seeing that it was entertaining itself, Heimdall smiled slightly, and walked towards the bird stand next to the desk with the bun in his arms.After observing Olar's state for a while, seeing that he was sleeping peacefully, he took out Queen's Falcon's special nutritional biscuits from the shrunken suitcase, and poured them into the food box.

After finishing all this, Heimdall put down the bun and walked into the bathroom.

In the afternoon, he visited the entire campus under the leadership of Victor, who wrote him a bridge lifting table. They also took a boat and experienced the leisurely swinging of a small boat on the sea.Students they don't know often meet them unexpectedly. This afternoon, almost all the students in the school have Victor's signature.

In the evening, they came to Red Shell Island and boarded the spectator platform next to the Quidditch pitch to enjoy the sunset together.The remaining fine orange red swayed and swayed between the sea and the sky, looming, and the last ray of afterglow before dark melted into the gradually deepening indigo.

The two hugged each other tightly in front of the magnificent nature, they looked straight ahead, and their expressions became pious in unison.

At this beautiful moment when thousands of words are silent, someone who is so lonely has to step in to enhance the sense of existence.Little La Carini sat down next to Victor as if nothing happened, and said enthusiastically, "The scenery here is beautiful."

In exchange for two people's eyes.

"Oh, it's so beautiful~~~" Jeanna cried out in surprise, she ran all the way and sat down next to Heimdall.

Victor was still relatively calm, but Heimdall had a look of bitterness and hatred.

"Professor, can I cast a stun spell on them, or put them in shock for a period of time?" Director Sturluson was very curious.

"No!" Professor Krum emphasized. "Wait for me to turn around first."

That night, after Heimdall studied the curriculum and filled out the elective list, he climbed into bed and prepared to go to bed early.There was a knock on the bedroom door, and the knocker seemed impatient, and the knock was very hasty.

Heimdall jumped out of bed, opened the door, and standing outside was the mayonnaise boy, still in the sweater.

Finding that the other party had no intention of speaking, Heimdall asked helplessly, "What's the matter?"

"Someone is looking for it." After speaking, he turned his head and left.

The inexplicable Heimdall only had time to shout at his back, "Thank you." At the same time, a voice rang in his ears, "Rig!"

Heimdall turned quickly, then lost.

A tall boy stood in front of him, wearing a purple wizard robe, baring his white teeth, waving at him with a rippling smile.

Heimdall couldn't help shivering, what was going on with this familiar reaction of the hairs on the back standing at attention? !

The boy with explosive curly hair rushed towards him excitedly, "It's me, it's me, my boyfriend in the next life—" He heard a scream, he was squeezed away forcefully, and he was stuck in a very dramatic way. on the wall.

Master Malfoy with a livid face raised his wand, stood where the explosive curly hair had just stood, and stared angrily at the shameless person who took the place.

"Draco?!" Heimdall exclaimed in surprise.

Draco's face softened, and he smiled slightly at his cousin.