HP's Foreign Land

Carlo Jones was still eating. Every time he saw him, he was eating, and it was a lot of sweets. Considering his increasingly wide waistline, Heimdall was worried about his blood sugar and blood lipids.The disease of affluence should not be a big deal in the eyes of wizards, right? !Heimdall thought vaguely because he was rarely involved in this field, so he didn't know much about it.

"How's the game?" Jones yelled when he came in, asking Hina to fill his glass. "It should surpass that No.7. I am very optimistic about you. Yesterday I wrote a letter back to school to tell them the exciting news. Keep it up!" Jones happily raised his glass and took a big gulp.

"Then write another one today." Heimdall quickly passed him and picked up the broomstick by the wall.

"Looking at the long term, there is actually not much difference between the second and the tenth." Jones waved his hand with an experienced posture. "It doesn't matter if I get sixth now, the key lies in the last game."

"Yes, this is it!" Heimdall said. "Tell them that the key lies in the last match, and then, by the way, retract the preface, saying that you were sleepwalking when you sent the letter yesterday, and that my ranking was in your dreams."

Carlo Jones was stunned, and the liquid in the cup poured out and splashed on the skirt of his clothes without realizing it.He stared blankly at Heimdall walking away with the broom. Before leaving, Heimdall squinted his eyes and scanned him from beginning to end five steps away. "Jones, don't you ever care about your appearance? Fortunately, you are still French. French girls always have their eyes above their heads and their aesthetic taste is outstanding."

Carlo Jones stared.

"So, from today onwards, you'd better eat 'Welsh Green Dragon' with me." Leaving this sentence behind, Heimdall walked away clutching the broom.

***

Victor proposed to go to the open space where he had practiced before, but it turned out to be overcrowded. The original open space no longer existed, and it was crowded with densely packed tents.

Heimdall looked around. "I don't like being surrounded by people at other times except for official games." Although the target of these people is obviously not him, he still cannot accept that he is being taken care of. "I know that a place used to be quite remote, why don't I know now."

"Lead the way," Victor said.

The place Heimdall pointed to was the first scene he reached through the Portkey, the shady hill.They managed to break free from their enthusiastic tails and ran into the secluded col. Fortunately, there are still few people here. "If you become a professional player, they will definitely be even crazier. I can't even imagine that scene now." Heimdall leaned on a corner of the mountain wall and looked out quietly. When he found that the people behind had been thrown away He said with lingering fear.

"I'm not going to be a pro gamer."

"Thanks Merlin," Heimdall muttered. "How did you find out that you have the talent to ride a broom?" He asked curiously.

"In fact I was going to tell you."

"Secret?" Heimdall hurriedly propped up the broom and put on a pose, looking impatient. "When taking off, do it as usual? Or do you need some tricks?" He leaned forward and backward, swayed left and right with great interest, doing various possible take-off postures that he imagined.

"There's no trick," Victor said. "Just as usual."

Heimdall soars into the air on his broom.

Victor stared at the broom. "It doesn't need to be so high, it's low...yes, it's lower, it's lower, yes, it's this height."

Heimdall looked down, so low?His toes almost reached the ground.

"Are you ready?" Victor said.

Prepare?Although confused, Heimdall nodded, and the next second he almost screamed out of composure.Victor's arm was around his waist, and his other hand was grabbing his back collar, and his head was hanging upside down at this moment, but his legs were still hanging on the broom.

The green grass rubbed against his forehead, bringing a slight tingling sensation. These grasses were not as soft as they looked.Heimdall thought bitterly, looking at the world upside down is quite interesting, the problem is if you can bear the blood rushing to your head.

Victor helped him back onto the broom and smoothed his slightly tousled hair. "Are you okay?"

"What happened just now?" Heimdall swallowed. "It shook so violently all of a sudden." If Victor hadn't hugged him immediately, he would have been thrown flying.

"I kicked it with my feet," Victor replied.

Heimdall looked at his feet, then at the broom, and finally at his face. "Kicked?" He couldn't help parroting. "This is the secret you said?" Heimdall felt that this was just like a fantasy.

"I actually didn't ride a broom or even touch it until I was 10 years old," Victor smiled as he recalled it. "The first people who taught me to ride a broom were our sharecroppers. They used to fly around the fields, carrying goods on a broom, no matter the wind or rain. I remember the first broom I rode secretly. tied up with a basket of roses."

Heimdall asked puzzled, "Is it the Krum family's rule not to let children ride brooms?"

"Just me," Victor said. "Bernicke is not restricted. He often encourages me to sneak out to play when my grandmother is at a loss. Later, he gave me his broomstick to ride, and I officially got in touch with broomsticks." He laughed softly. "Bernik is terrified of grandma. Every time he sees her, he hides away like a mouse seeing a cat." His smiling eyes turned to Heimdall. "The sharecroppers taught me the trick just now. They said to kick the broom hard with their feet. If the person riding on it doesn't fall off, then he can handle even the worst environment."

This is the wisdom of the working people.Heimdall thought extremely reverently. "Come on, keep kicking." He sat upright, with a dignified look. "It's okay, I can hold on, it's a big deal to kick a few more times."

"Rig, everything has a process." Victor pointedly reminded. "It's the same with riding a broom. What I said about not falling off is the result, not the process."

"Why do you think we are here?" Heimdall patted the broom handle. "Just to ignore the process and go straight to the result!"

Victor watched him with a frown, which he let go of after a moment. "Okay, I see what you mean."

now it's right.Heimdall hooked his fingers, COMEON!After a while, he once again came face to face with the vast grass.

"Are you sure you want to continue?" Victor's voice sounded from the back of his head.

"I've never been so sure!" Heimdall emphasized loudly after returning to normal vision.

After being kicked again and again, and turned upside down again and again, Heimdall gradually found a sense of balance. Although he still couldn't hold back the top-heavy upside down, the time he couldn't hold on was delayed compared to the beginning Some.Over time, the habit became natural, and after the boring training, he even found leisure time to talk about Dashan.

After another fall, Heimdall hugged Victor's arm and said, "You and Bernick are only children, right?"

"Yes." Victor placed him on the broom. "Our family is not very prosperous, especially the old people of the grandfather's generation are now running out."

"Do you hate Grindelwald?"

Victor paused and raised his eyes, but not to him, but to the depths of the col. "I don't know." He said, turning his gaze back. "I didn't meet my grandfather, but everyone in my family dared not let themselves forget about it. I think it's hatred."

Heimdall almost wanted to slap himself, why not talk about this, isn't it obvious to dig someone's wounds. "Bulgaria is beautiful." He changed the subject abruptly, not daring to show any clues on his face.

Then, another header.Heimdall, who had been hanged upside down and almost numb, thought suspiciously, he didn't mean to take revenge on himself, why did he feel that this kick was so loud and so ruthless?Slowly climbing back onto the broom along Victor's arm, Heimdall tried hard to find clues on his face, but there was nothing.

Faced with the boy's harsh visitation, Victor raised his eyebrows without changing his expression. "What's wrong? Finally want to give up?"

"Continue." Heimdall said concisely.

This time Victor was not in a hurry, he asked, "Have you been to Bulgaria?"

"Passing by is not considered going," Heimdall said. "Didn't the last European Cup be held in Greece? Snow took me to see the final of that year. We changed to a carriage in a village near the Rhodope Mountains. The scenery there left a deep impression on me." I was deeply impressed.” In fact, he was just adopted by Snow at that time, and he seemed to be worried that he would be emotionally unstable or even commit suicide, so he tried every means to take him with him wherever he went on business trips.

"You should be talking about Pere Xingshu Village." Victor said with a smile. "That was my favorite place to play when I was a child. There is a rose oil shop in the village..."

"There are big wooden barrels piled high at the door, and the one on top will always fall and hit people." Heimdall immediately snatched up. "There is also a bird with a strange color and song."

Victor smiled. "you know?"

"I know, the beet cake made by the owner of that store is delicious." Heimdall nodded. "I've always wondered why it's called Xingshu Village because there isn't a single apricot tree in the village."

"I asked people in the village about this," Victor said. "Centuries ago, this village began to try to plant apricot trees, but no matter what methods were used, the apricot trees just couldn't survive. Many tree species that are difficult to survive can be successfully transplanted, but the apricot trees can't."

Probably the wrong feng shui.Heimdall thought to himself.

"Interested in Bulgaria?"

Heimdall looked up at him. "What's the meaning?"

"Do you want to go home with me after the holiday?"

"You mean a holiday in Bulgaria?"

"That's what it means," Victor said. "Didn't you say it's beautiful there? Don't you want to see the complete style of this country? Stay at my house, and Bernick and I can be your guides."

Heimdall really started to think about it. "Will it be too abrupt?" Mao hurriedly followed, which seemed very rude.

"I'm inviting you to my house." Victor smiled. "I think Aunt Daisy will be very happy too."

"I... want to discuss it with Snow." Heimdall said awkwardly.

That is to say, he himself has agreed.Victor patted his head, expressing that he was waiting for the good news.

"Victor," Heimdall raised his face and said uncertainly. "Can this method of kicking the broom really speed up?" He didn't remember to ask until now.