HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 271 Box

After enjoying the chicken pecking rice for a while, the fire in his heart became more and more intense, and Victor quickly took the initiative, grabbing the back of Heimdall's head, and there was a deep French kiss with a long standby time.

Heimdall accepted it passively at first, but soon he was unwilling to just submit obediently, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hook Victor's neck, causing Victor to lean back hastily, and his back hit the rock-hard backrest.

Nobody cares.

Their lips pressed together, their hands hugged each other's bodies, warm and eager, with fiery sweetness.

Reluctantly moved his mouth away, looked at the person sitting on his lap that made him yearn day and night, stared at this slightly lowered face, the beautiful blue eyes shone with excitement, Victor found that whenever he was emotional When excited, the lake-like clarity will become lighter and brighter, and the eyes will be filled with mist, condensing into two crystals wrapped in mist.

He stroked Heimdall's chin, cheeks, nose, brow bone, and forehead carefully with his hands... No matter how bad he was, his mood became flying.

Then, from the corner of the eye, I suddenly saw the long collapse, and I felt uncomfortable in my heart.

"Honey, let's change places!"

Heimdall didn't object, and stood up holding Victor's hand, allowing him to pull him out, looking at the back of his head thoughtfully all the way, until he came out of the passage to the sun room outside.

Elder Bjorn didn't work in the flower garden with scissors or a shovel, but took a charcoal pencil and scribbled and corrected a notebook. I don't know if he was suddenly inspired and engaged in his artistic creation.

When Victor first came in, he greeted the old man out of politeness, but no one would dump him, and he didn't care, and he couldn't care less. At that time, all he could think about was to see Rigg as soon as possible.

The old man was fiddling with his charcoal drawing book when he entered the door, and it was still the same when he came out.

Heimdall greeted them respectfully, but Bjorn ignored him, as if he was trapped in his own world, turning a blind eye to them.

Victor and Heimdall glanced at each other, and walked out of the sun room lightly.

Bjorn raised his eyes from the notebook and glanced at their backs. After drawing the flower sketches at hand, he turned over a page, held the charcoal pen in his hands and meditated for a while, and made two gestures and three or two strokes on the notebook. With a rough outline, a sketch of a character shows the general outline...

After leaving the sun room, it was Heimdall who led Victor forward.

When passing by the hallway, he took his boyfriend to pay respects to the two ancestors with different surnames. Victor was taken away by the house elf. He was busy on his way and had no time to pay attention to other things. I will make extra work for myself.

So he didn't know what Heimdall was telling him now, so he listened with interest and occasionally expressed his views.

Heimdall just relayed to Victor exactly what Elder Katerina told them back then, and he was very guilty when he saw that Victor listened with enthusiasm.

By the time they reached the stairs, Heimdall was at a loss for words.

Randomly pointing to the landscape painting on the wall and talking nonsense, Victor listened carefully at first, but after a while he felt that something was wrong. How can you say it in one word?

Regardless of valleys, hills or raging waves, it is either big or good, or it has momentum.

Listening, Victor couldn't help laughing.

Heimdall shut his mouth in embarrassment, and rubbed his head in embarrassment, "I didn't remember any of what Dad told us that day."

Victor smiled and put his arms around his shoulders, and stopped in front of a picture of a deep valley in autumn, "You're right, it's really big, nice, and imposing."

Heimdall pouted.

Footsteps were heard on the stairs, and Heimdall turned his head to look, and saw Solger Strulusson coming down the stairs holding on to the railing.

Heimdall's heart moved, and he turned to look at his boyfriend.

Victor stared straight at the slowly approaching person, with a trace of surprise in his eyes, and then he narrowed his eyes, and inexplicable emotions flashed away in his eyes.

His concentration made Heimdall's eyes dim.

Soljeer passed them by like no one else, and walked down without even stopping.

"Who is that person?" After a while, Victor asked with a gloomy face.

Heimdall was taken aback when he heard this, his tone sounded weird, it didn't look excited or happy, but an indescribable smell.

Similar to... annoyed...

This sudden conjecture baffled Heimdall.

Why get angry?

Victor waited for a while without seeing his answer, and asked again, "You don't know him?"

"...I know, his name is Solger..."

Interrupted by Victor, "Are you an ordinary clan brother?"

"He is the reincarnation of Jolf Strulusson."

Victor's expression was a little dazed, "That Jolf Sturluson who founded the experimental research laboratory?"

Heimdall briefly explained to him how the Sturlusson family valued this ancestor. After hearing this, Victor remained expressionless for a moment.

"Do you know Sien?"

Heimdall was taken aback, "I know, Jolf Sijn Sturluson."

Victor didn't seem too surprised, nodded, "You just said that person is the reincarnation of Yolf?"

"That's what the elders said."

Then Victor changed the subject and talked about why he didn't write back.

His method of transfer was too sudden to be called subtle, and Heimdall decided to follow suit, because he really wanted to know why the letter disappeared.

"The coach put all the letters you sent me, he said it would distract me."

Heimdall was amused by his plaintiveness.

When Victor saw him, he continued to complain, "Everyone else's letters are sent to me, but I am not allowed to read the letter written by my baby."

Haim Dalton was a little uncomfortable, "You wouldn't say that in front of the coach, would you?"

"You are my baby!" Victor confidently gnawed and gnawed on his chin and neck.

"How's the selection going?" It's already mid-to-late July, and Heimdall has been thinking about it.

Victor gnawed more happily.

Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief, and a smile immediately filled his face.

"Great!"

When Victor heard it, he gnawed harder and harder.

Heimdall blinked his eyes and said tangledly, "Are you hungry?"

Vic laughed.

Knowing that he was deliberately fooling himself, Heimdall grabbed his head uneasy and made him face himself. He found that his eyes were slightly blue, his brows were full of tiredness, and his cheeks were thin and sunken. Go down, can't help feeling distressed.

"I should find you a house elf." Heimdall murmured.

"Just eat two more meals and sleep twice." Victor didn't care.

Heimdall said nothing.

"But I do feel a little uncomfortable after hearing what you said. Look, I can't even stand upright. I didn't sleep all night last night, and now I'm hungry and tired." Victor suddenly became "weak" , looking like he was dying. "Baby, you don't know. In order to see you sooner, I trained day and night and completed all the tasks assigned by the coach ahead of schedule." He grabbed Heimdall's hand and rubbed it back and forth on his body. "Touch it, I'm so skinny that I only have a handful of bones left."

Said he was fat and he was panting.

Heimdall held back a smile and led him to the room where he lived.

Unexpectedly, Anar was waiting in front of the door.

Victor turned a blind eye to it, and was still obsessed with Heimdall without any image at all.

Anar saw these two people approaching like conjoined twins from a distance, and was dumbfounded for a moment.

"You, why are you here?"

Victor took his chin and rubbed Heimdall's head, and said with a smile, "I'm here as soon as I'm invited."

It is self-evident who is invited.

Anar touched his head in embarrassment, "Well, since this is the case, I'm leaving." He smiled embarrassedly. "I'm just here to see."

Heimdall smiled and nodded to express his gratitude, and watched him leave in a hurry.

They knocked on Draco's door first, but there was no response.

Just wondering, Hina popped up and said, "Elder Katerina took Mr. Malfoy to Reykjavik."

Heimdall was even more puzzled, why did he run away without notifying him?

"Elder Katerina said that instead of staying here and being an eyesore, it's better to go out with her, and Mr. Malfoy went."

Heimdall Khan.

"Where's my father?"

"It's the team led by the patriarch."

Heimdall sweated even more.

Hina didn't even dare to mention the patriarch's gritted teeth and disgusted appearance before leaving. If Mr. Dodoma hadn't made many psychological assumptions for her, she would definitely not even be able to stand firmly under the gloomy gaze. .

"Get some food here." Victor said to Sheena, and Sheena turned to look at Heimdall, and she left after Heimdall nodded.

Victor touched his chin when he saw it, thinking that it was time to hire a house elf for himself.

While staring at it, he ate the food, especially when he deliberately chewed slowly, as if trying to figure out more delicious delicacies from here to there.

Heimdall's hairs stood on end under his stare.

When he shamelessly asked to take a bath together, Heimdall kicked him into the bathroom, slammed the door, and added several lock spells on the door, which made Victor happy, and he listened to it for a while. He was humming a ditty while looking for something to say. If Heimdall didn't answer, he would ask questions over and over again, vowing not to give up until he reached his goal anyway.

The skin is thicker than the city wall!

Following the rhythm of Heimdall's defamation, Victor walked out of the bathroom refreshed.

Since bathing together is not enough, let's sleep together.

Heimdall yawned, closed the book, and agreed.

They both climbed onto the bed, lay on the soft pillows, covered with warm cups, and Heimdall's eyelids began to droop down like hairy faces.

Seeing that he was really sleepy, Victor stopped making trouble with him, and tucked the quilt for him after lying down.

When Heimdall's consciousness was almost dim, Victor's murmur came from his ear.

"That necklace is wrong..."

"Yeah." Heimdall nodded with his eyes closed. He felt that he nodded, but he didn't know if it was a real nod or a dream, or maybe he was in a dream right now. "...that eagle's eyes shouldn't be so bright...the color of the pendant is also wrong...and the shape of the feathers...too ordinary..."

After speaking indistinctly and intermittently, Heimdall rubbed his face against the head of the quilt, softly, and moaned happily. Unexpectedly, he was woken up by his own voice. He was just about to turn over and continue, when his heart suddenly jumped. With a click, he opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Victor looking at him with burning eyes.

Heimdall and him looked at each other for a moment, neither of them spoke.

"Sleepy, go to sleep." Heimdall said.

Victor's eyes suddenly became extremely soft, and he stretched out his arms to hug Heimdall tightly, and the muscles all over his body tensed suddenly, and relaxed after a while.

"Well, go to sleep."

It was dark outside when he woke up. Victor sat on the bed and read a book. When he found that he woke up, he asked if he wanted to sleep a little longer. Heimdall reached out to touch the pocket watch under the pillow, which showed that it was almost seven o'clock.

He closed his eyes, put the pocket watch back under the pillow, shook his head and said that he couldn't sleep anymore.

Rubbing his eyes and sitting up, he realized that Victor was not reading a book as he thought, but was fiddling with a metal square box the size of a palm.

On the lid of the square box is a jigsaw puzzle, which is similar to the previous picture frame jigsaw puzzle, and they are all patterns of ancient runes.

"I've seen this thing before." Victor touched the intricately carved rose vines on the edge of the box.

Heimdall didn't ask him where he saw it, he instinctively said the answer in his heart, and he gave a vague "hmm".

"It's a set with that picture frame." Victor pointed to the puzzle on the desk.

Heimdall nodded, and the item was delivered to him the next day, along with the box and the photo frame.Katerina said that Solger was indifferent to this thing, and it was purely for display, so it was better to give it to him to study and play with.

Heimdall didn't refuse at the time, he really wanted it, so he accepted it.

"I haven't had time to study the puzzle on this box."

Victor said, "Do you know what's in it?"

Heimdall shook his head, "There's nothing inside." The box lid was lifted with a click by her boyfriend's hand, and it was empty inside.

"There are gemstones of seven colors inlaid on it." Victor closed the lid of the box smoothly, and the lid closed again with a click.

"Oh." Heimdall crawled across to him, and leaned over to look at the box lid.

Victor said again: "I just tried it, as long as I spell one of them correctly, the gem will flash."

"Really?!" Heimdall became interested, took the box and pondered it carefully for a while, and then moved the moving pictures on it. Sure enough, when he finished spelling, the third ruby ​​flashed, but the light was fleeting.

"I'm thinking, if this row of gemstones flashes along the color..."

"Flash all of them, and then?" Heimdall subconsciously said.

Victor mused, "What will happen?"

The two looked at each other, and in the next second, Heimdall grabbed the box and put it together enthusiastically, while Victor watched from the side with a smile, occasionally offering some suggestions.

When the fifth spell was reached, Heimdall raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"That's where I am now."

Offer the box with both hands, and ask your boyfriend to keep up the good work.

Victor was also polite, took the box and calmed down to think for a while, then started to fight slowly, trying a little bit, meticulous and thoughtful.

Heimdall admires his patience. Compared with Victor's down-to-earth, he is always thinking about opportunistic opportunities.

When the seventh opal shone brightly, Heimdall let out a cry of joy, embraced his boyfriend and kissed him hard.

The cover popped up with a click.

Heimdall was stunned. Unlike the manual operation just now, the lid popped up by itself.

"What's inside?" Heimdall couldn't help asking.

Victor glanced at him and smiled quickly. When Heimdall felt that his smile was completely weird, he gently lifted the lid of the box.

Heimdalton was speechless.

The flowing brilliance is all wrapped in the eyes, the lifelike wings, the golden and copper-colored flying eagle.

One big and one small.

a pair.

Pendants and rings.

Victor stared at them blankly, and wanted to reach out to touch them, but withdrew them again.

His actions startled Heimdall.

He grabbed the box, closed the lid with a bang, and threw it back on the table like a bomb.

Then he stared at the box in a daze, from a distance, and remained motionless.

Victor's eyes went straight, and after a while he burst out laughing.

Heimdall woke up suddenly, and pursed his lips in embarrassment amidst the laughter.

"... Let's pretend we don't know anything, okay?" He looked at Victor hesitantly.

Victor kissed his cheek with a smile, and pulled him back onto the pillow together, "What do we know?"

Heimdall nodded vigorously, "That's right, we don't know anything."

Seeing Victor, he laughed even louder.