HP's Foreign Land

According to the old rules, spend the night in Professor Krum's room on weekend nights.

Heimdall referred to reports of an attack on Gringotts, and Draco's "guess".

Victor smiled, "One of our family's vaults is on the most damaged floor."

"Really?!" Heimdall jumped up, and then remembered that the newspaper said that there was no loss of property, so he sat back.

Before Victor walked into the bathroom, he said to him, "My father is going to visit me at the training base tomorrow."

Heimdall nodded, "Understood, then I'll talk to Anna, does she have any other plans for tomorrow?"

"She's been very busy recently and may be on duty."

While Heimdall was pondering, Victor went into the bathroom.

When the two of them finished their rotation and Heimdall came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Victor was already lying on the bed with a book in his hand, seemingly ready to sleep.

Chief Sturluson couldn't help but wonder.

He lifted the quilt and climbed onto the bed, and the master who was reading turned his head and smiled at him. Encouraged by the smile, Heimdall rubbed against him. Victor raised his left arm around his shoulder and let him lean on him.Heimdall leaned on him for a long time, but he didn't see his next move, so he decided to take the initiative.The two hands under the quilt reached out to the hem of the master's pajamas, and was about to poke in, but the master caught and pulled them out, and held them firmly.

Heimdall raised his eyes in confusion, and Victor's kiss was suppressed.Heimdall couldn't move his hands, so he could only passively lean on the pillow to welcome his boyfriend's kiss.Heimdall relaxes and enjoys this moment of affection, but Victor pulls away and leaves.

Heimdall opened his eyes in confusion, and Victor kissed his forehead repeatedly.

"Sorry baby, I might have a lot of training tomorrow, so I...please forgive me."

Heimdall was dumbfounded for a moment before he realized the meaning of his boyfriend's words, so he forced out an embarrassed smile.

"...No, it's my fault, knowing that you have been running back and forth between the arena, school, and the base, and yet..." The more you spoke, the more vague your voice became.

Victor hugged him hard, and kept saying in his ear: "I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry..." Then he let go of his hand under the quilt, and turned to touch his crotch, through the edge of pajama pants Caressing the outline of Li Xiaoge who is not completely downcast.

Heimdall quickly grabbed his hand.

"No, thank you, don't take it to your heart." Could it be that we acted so beastly, so hungry?Heimdall didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he admitted honestly, "This will only make me want to take your clothes off."

Victor helped him to lie down, smoothed the hair on his sideburns, couldn't help but kissed the corner of his mouth a few more times, and when he turned to turn off the light, he heard Heimdall pretending to be cold and said: "Tell me You, this is only temporary, when the next game is over, I will have a good time with you!"

Victor, with his back turned to him, paused and turned off the light.

The next morning, Heimdall followed Victor to the training base of the Vulcan team. He knew that even if he went, he would just watch the fate of the party, but he still wanted to stay with his boyfriend for a while.Standing by the entrance and exit of the field and watching Victor, Heimdall let out a satisfied breath until he rode a broom into the blue sky.

He couldn't tell the reason, but he liked to watch the moment when Victor pierced the blue sky like an arrow from the string, as if something in his chest broke through the shackles, and went straight up to the sky with the broom. It fascinated him, fascinated him, unable to extricate himself.

When he turned to leave, he found that Lange was standing next to him at some point.

"Hello, Professor."

Lange glanced at him with no emotion on his face, and Heimdall felt a little thumping in his heart.

"Any questions, Professor?"

"I wanted to take this opportunity to teach you a lesson, but suddenly I remembered that today is Saturday, and there was no need for me to work so hard for a student who doesn't know what to do. The professor is also on vacation."

Heimdall knew that he was talking about the monthly Potions exam that just passed, and it sounded like the test paper had already been graded, so Heimdall felt a little guilty.

"I've been delayed recently, and I've been caught up in other things," Heimdall said falteringly, and then his tone changed, very forcefully. "However, I can guarantee that there will be a breakthrough in the next monthly exam!"

Lange smiled leisurely, "I hope that after the next monthly exam, I won't hear the same words from you again."

Heimdall smiled dryly, and left in a low voice.

"Rig." Lange stopped him.

Heimdall turned back.

Lange's expression was a bit complicated, seemingly hesitant.

"Krum... well, I mean, is he okay?"

Heimdall narrowed his eyes, "Sorry, I didn't understand what you meant."

"Actually, I don't know what it means."

Heimdall was even more baffled.

Lange walked towards him and whispered, "I think something is wrong with him these two days, but I can't tell what's wrong. It seems to be emotions, but everything is normal after careful observation."

"I don't see anything wrong with him," Heimdall said.

Lange thought about it, "We drank together two days ago, me, Lacarini, and Klum, the three of us drank a lot that day, and Lacarini was the first to get down, maybe Krum and I didn't care about the relationship between alcohol and continued to chat. To be honest, I don't really remember what we were talking about, but before I completely lost consciousness, I heard him muttering about grandma wanting to revise the will... ..."

Heimdall couldn't help opening his eyes wide.

"But he immediately stopped talking. I thought about it afterwards, maybe he didn't want to tell me this, but..."

"Alcohol."

Lange nodded, "Alcohol is a terrible thing."

Heimdall was silent for a moment, "Thank you for telling me this, but I don't think this should be the main factor causing his different emotions, if something is really wrong with him."

Lange was in no hurry to comment.

Heimdall continued, "Even if his grandmother did amend the will, even if he was disinherited and kicked out of the house—I think this possibility is very small—he would not give up on himself and get drunk because of this matter. drunk."

Lange couldn't help laughing when he heard the solemnity and eloquence of what he said.

"So sure?"

Heimdall nodded, "Because he is Victor Krum."

"Well, I'm nosy." Lange shrugged.

"No," Heimdall disagreed. "I am very touched and happy that you care so much about us."

Lange's eyes became very gentle. He put his hand on Heimdall's shoulder and gave it a firm grip.

"Then treat your boyfriend well. Everyone sees him as invulnerable and invulnerable. Everyone chases him. Everyone depends on him. Fans, teammates, coaches, Vulcans. But You should understand that in addition to being a hero on the field, he is also an ordinary man. Love him well, I can see that you are irreplaceable to him."

Heimdall said without hesitation: "He is the same for me."

Heimdall met Di Rupo at the end of lunch in a wizarding bar in Bruges. Di Rupo greeted him warmly and invited him to sit down.Heimdall did not refuse, and sat across from Di Rupo with some polite words.

"Are you coming to a meeting?" Heimdall asked.

The International Wizard Magic Injury Treatment Center will convene healing masters like Di Rupo every once in a while, maybe for a meeting, or something else, no one else knows the specifics.But after all, it has a positive and important role in promoting wizard medicine to a higher level.

Due to the relationship in his previous life, Heimdall has reverence for those who devote himself to the medical career. Although the doctor in his previous life failed to save his life from the death god, this does not hinder Heimdall's judgment, let alone prompt him From powder to black.He is aware of his illness, death is inevitable, and the medical level of human beings is limited at this stage, so he will not blame others.Looking at it from another angle, if it wasn't for that illness, he would most likely have missed the opportunity to come to this magical world.Cause and effect in the world are intertwined, and what people have to do is to grasp the present moment.

"No, here to visit an old friend." Di Rupo wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

"Your friend lives in Bruges?"

"I moved here last year. I lost contact with him before and only received the news last month."

"Can't wait to meet up with friends?" Heimdall joked.

"Yes," Di Rupo smiled while looking at the cup in his hand. "Finally found him, and finally met him."

Looking at Di Rupo's smiling face, Heimdall felt a strange feeling in his heart, but he couldn't tell what it was, so he put it aside for the time being.

"Your friend really knows how to choose a place. If I have the conditions in the future, I also want to live in Bruges. Other places in Belgium are also very good."

Di Rupo said: "During the Great War, wizards scrambled to escape from the city, and Bruges almost became a ghost city. Who would have thought that 50 years later, it would become a place where people are eager to come back."

"You worked in a wizarding hospital in Belgium back then?" Heimdall said.

"Yes, Cyprian, this hospital is now a history. I worked there after I graduated, until the outbreak of the Great War." Di Rupo didn't know what to think of, and he was a little dazed.

"Where are your students?" Heimdall asked.

At that moment, Di Rupo's eyes were frighteningly sharp, but it was as fleeting as an illusion.

Heimdall suppressed the shock in his heart, pretended not to notice anything, and still looked at the other party gently, with just the right humility.

Di Rupo smiled slightly, "Do you know that I once accepted students? I thought people had forgotten it long ago, let alone young people like you. After all, that...represented a huge failure and stain in my life."

"During the beginning of school, a classmate borrowed old newspapers in the library. I accidentally read the news about you and saw something about your student, Ludwig Brown." Heimdall said. "The newspapers said he was a very good therapist, restrained and talented, and that's what you told the reporter back then."

"But he's not," Di Rupo's voice was cold and hard. "He's not, I misread him, we all misread him."

Di Rupo took out his medicine bottle, raised his head and took a sip.Heimdall has become numb to the bottle that he always carries around to sell the effect and takes it in public.

What's wrong?Misunderstood "brace yourselves"?Or misunderstood "talented"?

Heimdall didn't answer. Di Rupo's rejection of the topic was so strong that Heimdall stopped asking.In fact, he didn't know why he wanted to poke someone's sore feet, and the person opposite him was an internationally renowned master therapist, the kind of living god he admired most for curing diseases and saving lives.

It was all caused by the courses of the police force, and I started chatting with others about life without paying attention.Director Sturlusson put the blame on the police force with peace of mind. Several of his instructors sneezed several times for no reason this afternoon.

"I'm sorry to have mentioned your sadness." Heimdall was full of guilt.

Di Rupo shook his head seemingly magnanimously.

"Mr. Sturluson," Di Rupo's face showed an inexplicable composure, as if he had a well-thought-out plan, but also seemed to be indifferent. "Do you think yourself a noble person?"

Heimdall didn't expect him to ask such a question suddenly. After thinking for a while, he replied, "I dare not say whether it is noble or not, because this is the evaluation of others. I can only say that I will try my best to make myself a kind person." People, at least I can't let people talk about me behind my back, and words such as madness appear."

"So you see, what a wonderful personality, it's multifaceted and complex," Di Rupo said. "When you think you know a person well, but one day you find him so strange, you seem to have never understood...well, let's call such a personality an abnormal personality first, and the wizard world History is sometimes in the hands of abnormal personalities, and there are many motives for their abnormal personalities to explode, for money, for power, for unspeakable selfish desires... Can you understand me?"

"Seems to understand," Heimdall said. "You mean 'the history of the wizarding world is sometimes held in the hands of abnormal personalities', like Grindelwald during the Great War? And the mysterious person who made British wizards so frightened that they dare not even mention their names? That's abnormal Personality?"

Di Rupo did not make a comment, but said: "In the period when abnormal personalities dominate history, we will add, um, descriptions like 'crazy' as you said, but looking at the whole In the course of history, we will find that the consequences of those motives are often beneficial."

Heimdall remained calm, "Indirectly promoted the development of the wizarding world, and bad deeds lead to a good ending."

"Yes! That's the one!" Di Rupo looked very excited. "I've been thinking about this issue since the end of the Great War. We can't completely deny abnormal personality. Maybe we will abandon it and revil it at that time, but we should take a long-term view, break through the fog of short-sightedness, and see the light at the other end !"

"Sorry, I'm on time," Heimdall stood up abruptly, with undeniable determination. "Excuse me."

Di Rupo seemed unable to turn the corner at once, and watched him push the door and leave in a daze.

Heimdall, who was standing under the eaves, let out a long sigh of relief and sneered.

What is this?The person who knows you best is your enemy?Director Strulusson wants to call Lao Caipi and ask him, are you and Di Rupo really good friends? !The two of you have been working together for more than 50 years? !

Those who can win the Peace Prize are indeed unreliable.

Sturlusson's room chief, Sen Sen, was disappointed, rubbed his chest, and there was a crackling sound, and the heart of the glass shattered all over the place.

Heimdall waited on the floor of the International Wizarding and Magic Injury Treatment Center for nearly 10 minutes, and Anna hurried over.

"Sorry dear." Anna held Heimdall's hand.

"Did I disturb you?" Heimdall hesitated. "I just want to have a meal with you, if you don't have time..."

Anna let out a breath, "I always have to eat. I'm just a nurse, not a therapist. It doesn't matter if I lose one." Then she said, "No more than three or ten minutes."

"Okay, I see," Heimdall patted her hand. "Go and get busy, I'll buy you food."

"No, I'll let the house elf deliver it." Anna refused without thinking.

"I treat, I insist. In fact, that's what I'm here for today, please give me this opportunity, ma'am."

Anna agreed with a smile.

Heimdall returned to the bar where Di Rupo had of course left.After the meal time, the store became much deserted, and there were three or four people sitting sporadically in the small storefront.

When passing by the bar, I saw the cherry-red girl. She was leaning against the bar, holding a quill in her hand, writing something on a piece of parchment. Heimdall couldn't help but stop and greet her.

"Miss Scarletta Newman."

Scarlett raised her head, then quickly stood up straight, smiled and shook hands with Heimdall.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Sturluson."

"Yeah." Heimdall looked at the nurse's wizard robe on her body, "It doesn't look like she's here for a tour."

"Work, escort a patient over." Scarletta seemed to want to say something, but changed her mind. "Come to eat?"

"Dinner, bring food to others by the way, the cinnamon tea here is very delicious."

"I ordered." Scarletta looked very happy.

They had dinner together, and then Heimdall took the packing box and walked to the International Federation of Wizards building together with Scarletta.

After stepping out of the elevator, she was about to part ways with Scarletta on the left and the other on the right. After all, Scarletta couldn't help but said, "The patient I sent today is Mr. Stulusson."

"Mr. Sturluson?" Heimdall couldn't remember what she had done for a moment.

"Solger Sturluson."

"Isn't he out of the hospital?"

At least the news Heimdall got seemed to be healed, and it was still gloomy for a while.Now hearing that he was sent to the injury treatment center representing the highest medical technology in the wizarding world, I felt a little guilty, so I couldn't help paying attention.

"He was sent back again, and the situation has become very complicated..." Scarletta no longer had the gloating in the past, and the worry in her eyes was real. "Although the therapists didn't disclose anything to me, it can be seen from his condition that he, um, is not doing well," Scarlett paused. "I feel terrible."

Heimdall stood for a moment holding the bento, realizing that Scarletta was still looking at him.

"What do I need to do?" Heimdall asked.

"No one came to see him."

"how is this possible?!"

"He came to the hospital by himself, didn't let us notify anyone, and threatened the therapists and nurses in our hospital. The therapists with the best medical skills in our hospital declared powerless after a day of consultation, so he was transferred here. ’” Scarletta whispered. "Can you go and see him?"

Heimdall nodded, letting her lead the way.

Scarletta was overjoyed.

"You are a kind and good girl." Heimdall praised sincerely.

Scarlett blushed when she was praised, "It's right to care about patients."

"Are you sure that my going won't make his condition worse?" Heimdall asked.

"I don't think it could get any worse," Scarletta said.

Heimdall was taken aback.

"You really didn't notify anyone?" Heimdall didn't believe this statement, because some of the more drastic treatments required the consent of the family members.

"There is no diagnosis, so we haven't reached that point yet." Sijiata understood what he meant. "But I've looked for it. Mr. Strulusson will unconsciously call that person's name, so I went to him secretly."

Heimdall looked at her expression, combined with the previous statement that "no one came to see him", and deduced the answer.

"You didn't find Mr. Willie Denler?"

"he……"

"Miss Newman." Anna suddenly appeared, startling the two of them. "Who allowed you to disclose the patient's condition without consent?"

Scarlett bowed her head under her stern gaze.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Krum." Scarletta moved her lips.

Holding the bento box, Heimdall was in a dilemma.

"Go on, Miss Newman," said Anna.

Scarlett looked up in surprise.

Anna said calmly, "I just took over a new patient, so I have to ask about his condition."

Scarletta said a little cautiously: "I don't remember what I just said..."

Heimdall and Anna looked at each other.

"I just asked you if you couldn't find Mr. Willie Danler." Heimdall reminded.

"I found it, but he refused to come," Scarletta said.

"Don't want to come? Why? You want to participate in a very important competition? More important than your boyfriend?" Heimdall couldn't help but raise his voice.

Speaking of this, Scarletta's mood was obviously depressed, "I was afraid that he would not understand Mr. Sturlusson's current difficulties, so I told him the situation of Mr. Sturlusson in detail. I thought he would immediately When I went back to the hospital, who knew that he repeatedly asked me if the disease would be contagious, and even worriedly murmured that I would go to the hospital for an examination."

Heimdall scratched his forehead, his expression became a little ugly.

Anna sighed, "How did you answer him?"

"Because it hasn't been diagnosed yet, I don't know if it will be contagious. I can't lie to him, so I told the truth." Scarletta muttered.

"It's a good thing you didn't lie to him," Anna said. "If he comes to the hospital, sees Mr. Sturlusson, and hears the truth again, it will be better for Mr. Sturlusson not to show up in the first place than to run away in front of Mr. Sturlusson. Be kind."

Heimdall was silent.

Scarletta said angrily: "I went to him again later, and the last time he didn't even let me in. How could he do this?! Isn't he a boyfriend? Mr. Strulusson calls him in his dreams at night When I was tortured by illness, I kept chanting Danle Danle Danle...Everyone said that Danle was such a good-hearted, gentle, and upright man. He was a complete hypocrite ! Everyone was deceived by the illusion he deliberately created! What a jerk!!!”

"Watch your words, Miss Newman, no one asks you to judge him," said Anna.

Scarletta was instantly discouraged, twisting her fingers obediently.

"But well said!" Anna nodded affirmatively at her.

Scarletta smirked.

"There is another person. If it was him, even if the price was to swim across the entire Pacific Ocean, he would come here desperately." Heimdall, who had been silent all this time, said.

"Who is it?" Scarletta asked curiously.

"Solger's admirer, Monsieur Palme."

"Oh, I remembered, at that time he came very fast and was still wearing a racing uniform, but he was kicked out later, Sturluson first suspected that he was hindering himself and Danle from living a two-person world in the ward. "Scarletta felt helpless in her excitement.

"If you don't mind running errands, please inform him. According to you, Solger's situation doesn't seem to be very good, so he definitely needs someone to accompany him. Of course, that person should be someone who really cares about him." Heimdall After speaking, he turned to Anna. "May I go and see him? Maybe I'll be a little mental stimulus."