HP's Foreign Land

Solger's ward needs to walk a lot inside, and the surrounding environment gradually becomes silent during the walk.Anna and Scarletta stopped in front of a door, and Heimdall saw a sign nailed to the door. The metal sign with the words "critically ill area" printed on it was as simple and thick as the ash gate it was attached to.

The surroundings of the bulging copper characters were wiped spotless, clearly reflecting the outline of the surrounding scenery.It is not shiny, but restrained and dull, and the occasional flashes of luster make it more depressing.It stares coldly at the people passing by, imperceptibly forcing them to look solemn, keep secret and act quickly.

The three of them filed through the Mandshurica mandshurica gate without saying a word.

Anna gestured forward, Heimdall nodded, and Scarletta followed briskly.

The layout of the critically ill area is different from that outside the main gate. The main color is no longer a simple and elegant light color, but a rich brown, occasionally dotted with emerald green plants and light green wall coverings with gradient rose patterns, which look vibrant, or to make the People feel alive.

They walked in the spacious aisle, and on the walls on both sides, there were doors at intervals.They are either wide open or tightly closed.Anna told him that a closed door meant a sick person had been admitted.Generally speaking, being sent to the magical treatment center means that the local wizarding hospital is beyond cure.

The ceiling of the aisle ceiling is painted with elegant colored paintings, which is the story of Cadmus slaying a dragon in Greek mythology. The emblem of the Magic Injury Treatment Center is the sword of Cadmus entwined by a stream of water.In ancient society, both wizards and Muggles firmly believed that dragons represented evil. Muggles regarded dragons as destruction and disaster, and early wizards and divination regarded dragons as a symbol of illness.At that time, if the tea dregs in the cup formed the shape of a dragon, even if it was only an abstract outline, it would be worse than drawing a lottery.

The sword of Cadmus cut off the head of the evil dragon, and the dragon's blood sprayed the earth like an eruption of magma. The sword was covered with the blood of the dragon, and it was regarded as immortal in the legends of generations.Dragon's blood can cure all kinds of diseases. The wizards have long known that this is not true and spread rumors, but there are still many wizards who still believe in this statement.

Just as Heimdall was looking at the lifelike colored painting above his head, Anna's voice sounded in his ear.

"Here we are, this is the Ridgeback Room."

Of course, there is no nesting Norwegian Ridgeback in the room. There is a relief of a Ridgeback on the closed door panel. This dragon hangs its head and curls up in a ball bored.Seeing three people, there was no intention of getting up to say hello.

The exciting legend of dragon slaying hangs above the head, but the gates of each ward are guarded by fire-breathing dragons of different shapes. The founder of the International Magic Injury Treatment Center is quite humorous.

Anna and Scarletta looked at each other, exchanging glances that only they could understand.

"Open the door," Anna said to the Ridgeback.

The door panel was quietly opened a crack, Anna touched the door panel with her fingertips, and pushed hard, the deafening roar poured out like an avalanche.

Heimdall looked at Anna in a hurry. After all, he was a licensed nurse. Anna smiled at him and walked in without changing her expression.Scarlett followed closely behind.

"I won't eat! Take it away!" Even lying on the hospital bed, Soljaer's mood did not stabilize because of this, but became more irritable.

Heimdall thought he would see a person who, if not dying, would be half dead. According to Scarletta's description, he was just imagining it, and he didn't expect to be so "vigorous".After hesitating for a moment, he chose to walk into the ward.He gently closed the door, came to the end of the bed, and then set his eyes on Solger.Then soon, he was stunned with surprise.

The left half of Solger's face is covered with bumps and bumps. These purple-red tumors of various sizes extend to the chin until they are covered by the neckline, like a thick layer of rubber cloth, or smeared The pus of the undiluted balbo tubers formed a thick layer of sores.Compared with the beauty of the other half, the huge contrast constitutes a strong visual impact.

Heimdall knew that it wasn't caused by the pus from Babo's tuber. If it were, Soljaer wouldn't be lying on the bed in the intensive care unit and yelling.

"I said I wouldn't eat it! What do you want to do! You can't cure me, and you're afraid of losing your reputation, so you decide to poison me?" Soljaer stared at the plate of lunch specially prepared for him with disgust.

"Mr. Sturluson, you should eat something, so that..." Scarletta tried to explain, but was frightened by Solger's glare and closed her mouth.

"Whether I eat or not is none of your business? I have already left your rotten hospital. You can go back to your life. Don't think that if you stay here to please me, I will improve your evaluation of that rotten hospital? Let me tell you, definitely No! When I get out of here, I will publish in the newspaper and tell all the wizards that everyone has been cheated, and the healer of St. Meyman is the most incompetent wizard in the world!"

Scarletta's eyes were red, and she bit her lower lip desperately.

"Why are you crying!" Solger pouted. "Whispering in my ear all day long, do you think I'm so easy to manipulate? It's really an inch!"

Beside the bed, the nurse who had been trying to persuade him to eat once again handed the spoon to his mouth, and he slapped it away.

"Go away! I said I won't eat!"

"If he doesn't want to eat, don't feed him. He is willing to be hungry." Heimdall couldn't help but said. "This is how I see it. You guys should just draw up a written agreement. Assuming that he has troubles because he refuses to eat the meals in the treatment center, all the responsibilities will be borne by him. Don't forget to ask him to sign it after drafting. This is very important." Said. At this point, he turned his gaze to Soljeer, and smiled slightly at the stare from stunned to angry. "Nice to meet you, Soljere, oh, maybe not for you."

"...how did you come here?"

Solger's complexion changed drastically, because half of his face seemed to be covered with a mask, and there was almost no change. The normal half of his face was really not very good-looking.Immediately afterwards, he suddenly realized something, raised his hand to cover his face, and tried to lift the blanket to cover his face several times in panic, but failed, so he shrank back in extreme embarrassment, as if he could get away from the other party's sight by doing so, appearing extra petty.

"I passed by on the way for a walk." Heimdall said confidently.

"Are you kidding me!" Solger finally grabbed the blanket and covered his face. Perhaps this "sense of security" gave him "courage", and he was able to look straight at Heimdall again. "Who told you?! Who?" Turning her eyes, her eyes fell on Scarletta. The girl was frightened by his stare and hid behind Anna.

Solger's current appearance is like the BOSS in a horror movie, coupled with this covert but arrogant demeanor, it is particularly lethal.

"I think he is very energetic." Heimdall and Anna muttered. "Especially this tone, the temperament that makes people want to take a detour when they see it, it's no different from usual."

"He cries at night, and he's in a bad mood when no one is around." Scarletta poked her head out and rubbed her eyes.

"Lonely, afraid of lack of attention." Heimdall nodded. "You go to Mr. Palme."

"I'm leaving, who will accompany him?" Scarletta was quite dedicated.

Anna laughed.

Says Heimdall: "There are so many people here, and it's still a while before the end of get off work, I'll stay until you bring in the next thrill. As long as I'm here, he's going to be alive and kicking."

Scarletta smiled gratefully, turned and left.

On the other side, Anna came to the bedside, gave relief to the weeping nurse, and took over her work.

"Get out!" Solger was equally unceremonious when facing Anna.

"If I leave too, there will really be no one to serve you." Anna took the plate and scooped up some with a spoon.

Soljere didn't quite understand what she meant.

"You have scolded four nurses away. That was the last nurse just now, and I am the only one, and the last one, who is willing to take over from you." Anna paused. "It is reasonable to say that the work of serving people is not within the scope of my duties. I can refuse all your unreasonable requests, including feeding you. Or do you prefer to do it yourself?"

Solger stared at her for a while, and finally succumbed to the terrible result of "no one to serve", and opened his mouth unwillingly.

Roaring hurt Solger's vitality greatly, and he would get hungry when he was too excited. Under Anna's care, he ate all the meals, including the drinks specially made for him by the center.

Solger, who had a full stomach, no longer blushed easily, probably also wanted to understand the unreasonable behavior of the previous behavior, so he didn't show any embarrassment anymore, but turned his face to the side where no one was, and closed his eyes.

Anna and Heimdall quietly left the ward, and Heimdall raised the bento box in his hand.

Anna took him to the nurse's lounge in the critically ill area, where he was going to settle for a late lunch.

She poured Heimdall a cup of tea.

"What's Solger's disease? It looks like contact poisoning, babo tuber pus." Heimdall asked.

"Therapists generally believe that it is poisoning, and what causes it remains to be studied." Anna said. "But everyone thinks that [-]% of it is caused by eating potions indiscriminately."

"Could it be that he didn't stop taking the medicine after he was cured last time?"

"It seems so," said Anna. "He didn't tell his therapist about it, and he only found out about it when the care worker approached him."

Heimdall really didn't know what to say, so he took a sip of tea from his cup.

"How's Victor?" Anna said.

"I was with him before I came, at the Vulcan training base, and he will meet with Plov today."

Anna let out an "oh", not very interested in this topic.

Heimdall was a little puzzled. The relationship between Anna and Plov seemed to have improved a while ago. Last weekend, the two watched a stage play together and met for dinner from time to time. Why today...

Heimdall thought of Lange's words. He thought they were just unrealistic rumors, but it seems that there is no storm without waves.

In all fairness, no matter how indifferent a person is to material things, things that originally belonged to his son are transferred to others, but there is no warning before that.This is human nature.Plov was probably implicated by his old mother, which made Anna even more prejudiced against him.

Heimdall brought the subject back to someone.

"Did Miss Newman not tell Solger about Willie Danler?" Heimdall asked.

"Considering his emotional instability, I told her not to speak for now." Anna said.

Heimdall nodded.

After Anna finished eating, the two left the care worker's lounge. At the other end of the aisle, Palme hurried over, and Scarletta ran and jumped behind him in embarrassment.

Heimdall went up to meet him, just blocking Palme's way.

Anna was a little surprised, but chose to remain calm.

"Palme." Heimdall smiled.

"Oh, Strulusson." Palme was sweating profusely, and the anxiety on his face was undisguised. "I don't have time to talk to you about the weather right now, please step aside."

"Of course," Heimdall said quickly in his ear as he stepped aside. "The rescue center has notified Willie Danler."

Palme paused, and strode forward in the next second.

"He refused to come." Heimdall said quickly again.

Palme finally stopped.

"Miss Newman went to look for it several times, but Danle closed the door. Solger didn't know about it." Heimdall said to his back.

Scarletta watched all this nervously with wide eyes, and Anna signaled her to be calm.

After a while, Palme walked into the ward with his head held high.

Solger's roar sounded again. When facing Palme, his petty air was completely gone, and his "generosity" was comparable to that of a Hedong lion.Heimdall didn't know whether to be happy for Palme or sad.

He stood outside the door and listened for a while. After all, Palme didn't tell about Danle. Soljaer asked him why Danle didn't come, and Palme faltered to help his rival cover up.

Heimdall decided to leave, and Anna sent him to the entrance of the intensive care unit.

"Are you saying that to help Mr. Palme?" Anna asked.

"No one else can help you when you are in love with each other." Heimdall smiled shortly. "I'm not helping Palme, you're not saying that Solger is emotionally unstable, so I'm adding insult to injury. My relationship with him is worse than what you see. It's a pity," Heimdall said with regret. "I overestimated Palme's resentment towards Danle and underestimated Palme's feelings for Soljar."

"You child!" Anna couldn't laugh or cry. "Why do you hate yourself so much for what you say?"

Heimdall pointed out, "I'm not kidding."

Victor didn’t go back to school that day. He sent someone a message that he would stay at the Vulcan team’s base on weekends. Heimdall was a little disappointed, but he didn’t take it to heart. This wasn’t the first time the master lived in the training base.

As usual, he flew out at night to find the same kind for Big Eyes.

On Monday morning, Yale, who was buried in the Quidditch newspaper, couldn't help himself, suddenly let out a strange cry, which startled everyone.

"The Iron Parrot is out of the game!" He turned out the page for everyone to read.

Although the big guy was also surprised, he was far less fussed than him.

"Why?" Todor asked.

"The spokesperson of the Iron Parrot said that due to some force majeure, they temporarily withdrew from this season. The specific reason was not mentioned." Yael shrugged. "These teams are like this, the spokesperson is always going around in circles, just not telling everyone the real reason."

"What a pity," Draco said. "The season is coming to an end, and now the points ahead of the withdrawal will be scrapped."

Heimdall thought it wasn't because of Palme. This guy has been sitting on the bench all year round, so he wouldn't be able to withdraw from the team alone.

What happened to the Iron Parrot?

On this day, Heimdall didn't see Victor, and he didn't see him the next day, until Wednesday afternoon's herb class, when he finally saw his substitute boyfriend in class.

So I stayed behind after class and didn't rush to leave. My friends knew it well and left together.

"I'll go to your place at night." Heimdall jumped to his boyfriend's side.

Victor hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

After seven o'clock, Heimdall's cheerful person made an appointment after dusk, but his boyfriend sat behind the desk and wrote hard, as if there were thousands of homework waiting to be corrected, and he didn't answer Heimdall's words, appearing absent-minded .Heimdall looked at his boyfriend's back, feeling a sense of uneasiness in his heart.When he finally waited for Victor to go to bed, the other party found reasons to refuse to make out with him again.Heimdall lay on the bed, looked at his back anxiously, and fell asleep in a daze at dawn.

On the side he couldn't see, Victor stared in a certain direction in the darkness and didn't close his eyes all night.

From that day on, his boyfriend "disappeared" again and was never seen at school again.

A new week has arrived.

"The International Quidditch League announced the suspension of all Quidditch competitions in Europe, and the ongoing competitions will stop counting according to the current score... What's going on?" Yale screamed strangely while holding a newspaper.

"I have it here, too," Todor said. "Many players in the European Quidditch world are suffering from strange diseases. The initial symptoms are like pimples and sores. They spread quickly and cause skin ulcers. The danger is still waiting to be seen. The cause and treatment methods are still being studied...International Quidditch The Diqi League has called off all competitions and ordered all players to go to the hospital for examination. The fungal infection incident has not yet subsided, and the strange disease storm has swept across Europe. The European wizarding world is at stake?! What is this mess?!"

Heimdall's eyes widened in shock, he was no stranger to such symptoms.

The entire auditorium was filled with students' discussions, and everyone had read similar news in the newspapers.

Heimdall's face became ugly. Thinking of his boyfriend's recent abnormalities, his heart was agitated, and he wished to rush to the Vulcan team training base immediately to find out.

"Rig, are you okay?" Jeanna grabbed the seemingly bewildered Heimdall.

"I'm going to find Victor..." Heimdall said.

"Don't worry, don't put pressure on yourself." Yael dropped the newspaper and said with concern. "Newspapers like to catch rumors and create something out of nothing. The purpose is to make things bigger and attract people's attention."

"Yes, yes, Krum is definitely safe and sound." Draco also came to reassure him.

"Why don't you ask Professor Lange later, he is the Vulcan team's recuperator." Todor reminded. "The first class is Potions."

Heimdall nodded gratefully to his friends.

Unfortunately, to their disappointment, Potions was temporarily changed to self-study, and Professor Lange was not at the school.This aggravated Heimdall's worries and made him fidget.

After finally getting out of class, Heimdall decided to go to the principal to ask for leave. Just as he ran out, he was informed by the students from the student union that the principal called everyone to the auditorium.

The students quickly gathered in the auditorium, and anxiety enveloped everyone present.

The headmaster stood on the high platform with a serious face, and she announced loudly that Heidegger will close the gate from this moment on, and all students, including weekends, are not allowed to leave the school without permission, and professors must obtain the headmaster's approval before they can leave.In other words, teachers and students cannot leave the school.

The students were in an uproar.

"I believe your parents will agree to keep you in school," the principal said. "You must have seen the newspaper. I didn't want to tell you at first, so as not to disturb your mind, but sooner or later you will see it in the next newspaper." Speaking of this, the principal hesitated for a moment. "The news I just received is quite regrettable. Just this past morning, two wizards who were suffering from strange diseases died."

There was no sound in the auditorium, and everyone was struggling to digest the latest progress revealed by the principal.

Jeanne took Heimdall's arm tightly, his expression was worrying.

The principal stepped off the high platform, Heimdall pulled back his arm and ran towards the principal.

"I know what you're going to say," the principal sighed before he could speak. "As the principal, I couldn't agree more."

"I will explain it to my father myself." Heimdall said quickly.

"That's how you see me, Herr Sturluson?"

"...Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, I just..." Heimdall closed his eyes. "I just couldn't control it for a while."

There was no anger on the principal's face, "Even if I ask you to stay, you won't agree, will you?"

"Yes." Heimdall said without thinking.

"In fact your father hinted at me to prevent you from leaving school," said the principal.

Heimdall froze for a moment, "...I will pretend that I have never heard this sentence before."

The principal shook his head and said helplessly, "Go ahead and take care of yourself. I really shouldn't agree."

Under the gaze of his friends, Heimdall turned away, and after a few steps, he turned back again.

"Do you know where I should go to find him?" Heimdall asked for help.

The principal smiled encouragingly, "Go to the training base of the Vulcan team. I accepted his resignation letter there yesterday."

"Good luck!" Friends sent blessings one after another, and watched him fly away.

After arriving at the training base of the Vulcan team, he quickly came to the players' lounge. The base was quiet and there was a dead silence.

Heimdall refused to be influenced by the environment, quickened his pace, and pushed open the door of the lounge.

Victor's closet was open, and there were training equipment on the bench in front of the closet. Heimdall stepped forward and touched the training clothes on the side. replaced.

Then, he heard movement in the bathroom, he opened the door and walked in.

Victor stood under the seventh dragon head, with one hand propped on the wall, his head lowered, looking very focused, not knowing what he was thinking.When he noticed the reflection reflected by the water stains on the ground, he raised his head in surprise.

The dusty Heimdall stood a few steps away with a blank expression on his face.

A smile immediately covered Victor's face, "Why are you here?" He hurriedly turned around and faced him, "Do you want to come together?"

Heimdall naturally understood that he was covering his back, the moment just now was enough to see clearly.

Heimdall was unmoved, "Don't tell me witty words, not now. Wash slowly, I'll wait for you outside." After finishing speaking, he left the bathroom and sat down on the bench by the door of the bathroom. Hold your face and remain motionless for a while.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, he lowered his hands, raised his face, and his expression became firm again.

"Damn Wick bah bah bah bah bah bah, hateful Victor Krum, there are so many crimes, the logic is absurd, and the impact is so bad, this court will not repeat them one by one. You look good!" He gritted his teeth and stood up.