HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 463

"Is it a little too much?" Victor looked down and found that he was tightly wrapped in a layer of ointment.

"It's okay, just rub it in." Heimdall opened his paws excitedly. Although Victor's skin is not as soft and greasy as described in pornographic novels, readers can't help but think about it. Husi's hand feeling, a man's skin can't be particularly delicate to the touch, but it is smooth and firm, and there seems to be a lava-like vitality under the skin, especially those muscles, which are old and vigorous.

Heimdall was a bit reluctant to withdraw his claws, and in the past he only paid attention to certain key parts.

"You seem to be very happy?" Victor pursed his mouth deliberately. "I was injured, quite seriously."

"Contradictory, who said 'little injury' just now?" Heimdall gave him a blank look.

Victor didn't speak any more, and looked at the head moving in front of him with a smile. From this angle, he could just see the neck exposed outside the round collar of the T-shirt, the looming collarbone, and the part near the shoulder. A red mark on the neck that I instigated for myself.

He remembered that it was left when he kissed his little mouth in the morning. At that time, he felt that he was superficial and useless at all, but he did not expect to leave "criminal evidence".Thinking about it, the master uncontrollably poked his hands through the hem of the loose T-shirt, and wiped Heimdall's waist.

Immediately felt the skin under his hand shrank like a spasm, and Heimdall's grunt floated, "Don't touch it blindly, it's itchy."

"I don't touch blindly." Victor rubbed his cheek on the top of Heimdall's head.

Feeling that he was pinching his nipples, Heimdall thought to himself that this man is really open-eyed and talking nonsense without breathing.

"Be honest when you're hurt!"

Victor withdrew his injured arm, his other hand still twitching under his T-shirt.

The momentum that Heimdall finally built up turned into a moan because of one of his pinches, and the moment he was about to blurt out, he bit his lower lip hard and held back.

Heimdall gasped for breath, "If you touch me again, I'll smear ointment all over your face!"

Noticing that his cheeks were stained with a faint blush caused by his teasing, Victor lowered his head and sucked his lips, swirling his tongue in Heimdall's mouth, lazily provoking the root of his tongue, mobilizing all the senses in his body to feel detail.Victor tasted the fragrance of pineapple and the sweetness of sweet orange from Heimdall's mouth, which was left over from the frozen dessert he had received from the house elf when they entered the front hall together.

When they parted, Heimdall snarled away like a prickly prick who was being fed milk, and closed the lid of the ointment.

"Don't paint?" Victor secretly regretted.

"No more paint!" The answer was very decisive.

"Why? I feel that the way you applied it is in place, and you feel much more comfortable on your body. Let's continue." Victor seduced him with words.

"No, I'm afraid I can't help but overwhelm you." Heimdall said seriously, his small eyes hooked around Victor's body, and almost made the master rush over to him and execute him on the spot. "Based on what you are doing now, victory is invincible."

Victor heard some kind of grand ambition from his words, so he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I'll wait and see."

Heimdall pouted, we are not fooled.Want to excite me?no way!

"You can rest in peace and recuperate. Be careful that your bones grow crooked and damage your health."

Little crow's mouth, Victor smiled helplessly.

Master Krum understands the truth of accepting as soon as he offers, and if Rigg is really irritated, there will be no place to cry at that time.

"Who sent you the letter?" Victor bent down and picked up the letter that had fallen by the bed.

Only then did Heimdall remember his purpose for coming to Victor, and he took back the letter under the teasing eyes of his boyfriend, cleared his throat and said, "Do you know where you can make a phone call around here? Or do you want to call?" Go to the city?"

"Telephone?" Victor was a little surprised, sat down on a rattan couch by the window, and patted the place beside him.

Heimdall sat down on his left, leaned on his shoulder and said, "This is a letter from Harry, and he wrote a phone number at the end."

To be honest, Heimdall was surprised, he didn't expect Harry to be such a Muggle, and at the same time, he was also a little ecstatic, the phone was more convenient than the Floo.Heimdall has always wanted to introduce some Muggle high-tech into his life and improve his efficiency, but he has never dared to let it go.One is because he is still living in school and can't just take care of himself, so he just opened a shop with his brother in Mumian Town; the other is because the people around him don't have the concept of this, so it's not easy for him to force the wizard to accept hemp. Melon items.

So Heimdall appreciates Mr. Weasley's persistence. The most rare thing is that Arthur loves Muggle things but never forces those around him to be like-minded. The British Ministry of Magic dislikes Arthur mainly because he despises his hobbies. Muggles include Anything to do with Muggles is frowned upon by wizards.

"The telephone is a communication tool used by Muggles..." Heimdall gestured hard.

"I know the phone," Victor pressed his hand and held it firmly. "It jingles, drags a tail, and has a roulette on it that you can fiddle with, but it will bite off your fingers if you are not careful. It scurry around like a Muttra rat, and likes to hide in dark places."

Heimdall looked a little embarrassed, "Hmm... I don't know what you're talking about other than 'jingling bells'."

"My dad has a telephone," Victor said.

"He's interested in Muggle stuff?" Like Arthur?I didn't see it.

"He joined the fishing club in the Rhodope Mountains, which was founded by Muggles, and sometimes represented the region to participate in competitions in other places." Victor suddenly laughed as if thinking of something. "He is very keen on fishing competitions. Once he didn't receive the news in time because of the temporary adjustment of the competition venue, the club replaced him. That temporary change will make him very annoyed. He has been holding back his energy before Competing for rankings, and then being depressed for three days in a row.”

Knowing that this is not good, Heimdall couldn't help but laugh, "So he installed a telephone?"

Victor nodded, "It's convenient to contact the club and fishing friends."

"Where's the phone?"

Victor stood up and pulled him up too. "In my dad's room."

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When Heimdall saw Plov kneel down on the ground, calling softly under the bed, "Honey, come out", Heimdall was in a trance for a moment.

Under the leadership of Victor, they knocked on the room of Victor's parents. Both the husband and wife were in the room. Plov, who came to open the door, was a little surprised to see them coming together, probably out of doubt.

Under Heimdall's explanation, Plov readily agreed to the request to borrow the phone, and welcomed them into the room. Heimdall and Anna talked a few words, and then the scene that happened just now appeared.

Is that looking for a phone?Not calling pets?And the phone needs to be "finded"...it sounds really dazed at first.

Ten minutes later, when Plov came to the front with the phone that was mischievous and unwilling to cooperate, Heimdall suddenly realized that even though the phone was invented by Muggles, it cannot be used by Muggles after it was introduced into the magical world. Looking at it from a different perspective, it is no longer a phone in the ordinary sense, it is a fighter in the phone.

Heimdall looked like an old-fashioned telephone with a dial, with a tail (a piece of wire) behind him and a panting thing. The slap on the chin—he still remembered that Victor had mentioned before that "if you are not careful, you will bite off your finger".

Heimdall first thought of a question, "Can this phone make international calls?" As soon as the words came out, the phone "grinned its teeth" at him with an unhappy look of being offended.

"International calls?" Plov didn't respond at first, "Oh, you mean, can you make calls abroad? Yes, I even talked on the phone with my old classmate who settled in Turkey last month." Thinking of the old classmate in the He wanted to laugh when he called "Unbelievable" on the phone.

Anna was sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace, watching with great interest while knitting. After a while, Victor also sat down, and the mother and son watched the play together, blinking.

Heimdall gave up studying how a telephone with a broken wire worked. He picked up Harry's letter: "Could you please dial me?" He was afraid that fighter jets would eat his fingers.

Plov thought he didn't know how to operate it, so he nodded happily, as if he was going to show off in front of them, he took the microphone down from Seheimdal's hand, and said, "The one connected to the line is The one for speaking, the one that is not connected, put it next to your ear, don’t turn it upside down.”

The explanation was very targeted, and Heimdall guessed that he had turned it upside down in eight or nine out of ten.

Renpulov, who was obedient to the fighter jet, poked it back and forth with his fingers, and after dialing the number, there was finally some movement over there.

【Hello...】The voice sounded extremely unconfident, as if he was hesitant about what he was holding, and then there was a curse, 【Damn it!Harry!This thing is ringing, it's the phone you said, I'm picking it up now, what's next?What should I do next? ] "Ask who he is looking for? If you make a wrong call, tell the other party..." Harry's voice came from a distance from the microphone, seeming to be a little far away from the person answering the phone.

Apparently, the person answering the phone didn't know that he should cover the receiver with his hands carefully, so as not to hear things that he didn't want the other party to hear.

"Mr. Black?"

There was a sudden silence, and the voice sounded again after a while.

[Rig? ] Still Sirius.

A faint smile subconsciously rose on Heimdall's face, and he said into the microphone: "Yes, I'm glad to hear your voice."

Immediately, Sirius shouted excitedly, and Harry argued with him for grabbing the microphone.

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Watching their backs drifting away in the corridor, Plov closed the bedroom door, carefully stuffed the phone back under the bed, and then he started walking up and down the room, as if there was something bothering him that made him fidget .

"Tomorrow is the weekend, why don't you invite Lige to go fishing by the river?" Anna gestured at the knitting in her hand.

"Why did you suddenly mention this?" Plov asked in surprise.

Anna put down the knitting and looked up at him with an innocent expression, "I thought you were worried about not having any fishing friends to accompany you fishing on weekends."

Plov froze for a moment, and the gap between his brows deepened, "This is also an annoying thing."

His fishing friends would drag their families to visit relatives and friends in the city every weekend, so Plov could only spend his fishing time alone every weekend.

"So let Lige go with you, and Victor, you father and son haven't been fishing together for a long time, right?" Anna said again. "Rig's magic demonstration is scheduled for the morning. If time permits, he will definitely come back for lunch. You can go fishing in the afternoon."

Heimdall's "stinginess" is no secret in Krum's house. Only Merlin knows that Grandma Victor actually appreciates him.Traditional people always believe that frugality is a virtue, whether you are a prince or a commoner, there is no doubt about it.Mrs. Crumb had to admit that Heimdall, who she couldn't find the slightest advantage in her eyes, has his merits. For a person, the first impression is far from his whole.

Plov also thinks this is an excellent opportunity to improve the relationship. Of course, the improvement of the relationship he mentioned refers to himself and his son, not including idlers.

"...doesn't he have to practice tomorrow?" Plov thought of his son's status as a player, and just wanted to retreat when Anna told him that Victor would stay at home this weekend and the next week.

"The doctors of the Vulcan team thought that his training was overloaded and worried that it would affect his health. They suggested that he go home and rest for a few days." Anna told the reason Victor made up for her just now, and she firmly believed in it.

"I'll just ask Victor to go with me." Plov muttered childishly when he was happy, insisting on deliberately ignoring someone inside and outside the words.

"Well, well, anyway, Victor will definitely go to Rieger." Anna was very sure.

Plov was not happy, "Didn't you also question their relationship? Why did you suddenly change your mind!" The cold war between the husband and wife had just ended less than a month ago, and Plov thought of the mutual respect during that period. Ru Bing feels uncomfortable all over.

"To be honest, I have no problem with Victor's sexual orientation. Whether he likes boys or happy girls, as long as he is happy, I am willing to accept whoever he likes." Anna looked at Pu Luo calmly. husband. "I was hesitant because I always felt that Victor was the only one between them. I hope my son is happy, but this happiness cannot be based on wishful thinking."

"Isn't he hot now?" Plov thinks it's too early for Anna to change her mind. He always sees Victor making moves on others, but he is very passive.

And that "other" seems to be a person who doesn't have too much mood swings. He tries to show his well-educated side in front of people when he speaks and does things, and treats people with courtesy. Patience, but it is difficult to get real and timely feedback from him.

Suddenly, Victor's father expressed concern about his son's sex life. Could it be that his son was hot on the bed... When Plov realized what he was worrying about, he almost hit the wall in annoyance and shame.

Anna watched Plov talking to himself and performing a one-man show with interest. Has she ever said that her husband is really cute and interesting.

"No, no, it turns out I was wrong." Anna said softly.

"Why are you sure?" Plov's expression of disapproval remained the same as before, and his heart became alive because of his wife's words, and he began to waver.

"That's because I'm good at observation." Anna said with a smile.

If you look closely, you will find that she and her only son are surprisingly consistent in a certain expression at a certain angle.

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The next morning, they stopped at the fork again. This time Plov did not turn around and leave as usual. Heimdall saw that he was hesitant to speak, so he asked patiently, "I have something to talk to me about. Do you want to discuss it?"

The corners of Heimdall's lips curled up, feeling very amused. Victor was definitely not like his father in terms of character. Plov was a loyal, honest and decent person who couldn't hide his thoughts, just the opposite of his cunning and cunning son.

"Are you busy this afternoon?" Plov tightened the bamboo basket in his hand.

"No."

"Well... if it's not troublesome, I mean, if you want, we can go fishing together." Plov's face twitched unnaturally.

In order to save his nearly convulsed facial features, Heimdall quickly responded, "I'll go! I've never fished before!" His eyes shone like two star sapphires in the morning light.

Seeing that his happiness didn't seem to be fake, Plov couldn't help being infected and excited, and said to Heimdall with the aloof attitude of a fishing master: "You have a lot of knowledge about fishing. Don't worry, I will teach you well."

They parted ways in a harmonious atmosphere, and it seemed that Heimdall, an out-and-out fishing amateur, gave Plov the motivation to show his skills.

Victor's father is willing to "goodbye" to him with a positive face, instead of trying his best to maintain his politeness and self-cultivation when he is furious or dejected by himself. Heimdall believes that this is a huge improvement.

×××

It was still early, and the wizard cafe with coffee beans and goblins as its signature was empty. Except for a wizard who couldn't see his facial features shyly dozing in the corner, Heimdall by the window was The second customer in the store.

The hot chocolate he ordered was brought to the table, the rainbow leprechaun on the mug flapped its wings and winked at him, Heimdall smiled, and the golden bell hanging from the polished and shiny cherry wood door clicked lightly. Noise, another customer has entered the store.

Heimdall was not surprised to see Rommel walking towards him. One of the letters he received yesterday was from his father. He said in the letter that he would come to Belgium today to attend a regular meeting of the Wizarding Union. At the end of the letter, state the time and place of the meeting.What surprised Heimdall was the old man with white beard who was talking to his father, that was Professor Dumbledore.

Seeing him outside of Hogwarts, Heimdall felt very fresh. Whenever he thought of Dumbledore, his background was always the old headmaster's office full of rare gadgets.

Heimdall stood up until the two sat down on the seat in front of them.

"Good morning." Dumbledore waited for the father and son to finish their greetings before speaking.

"Good morning." Heimdall found him looking at the mug, "This shop is famous for its hot chocolate, would you like to try it?"

Dumbledore's gray eyebrows raised happily, and the second cup of hot chocolate was served soon. Dumbledore seemed to be a frequent visitor here, so he didn't say anything about the taste.The drinks sold at the Rainbow Leprechaun Cafe in Bruges are very popular, especially the hot chocolate with colorful flavors. Wizards working for the International Federation of Wizards sometimes use their lunch break to transfer from Brussels to Bruges. In order to have a delicious drink at the Rainbow Leprechaun.

Heimdall ordered the original flavor, and when he saw the glistening brown-green liquid in the mug opposite him, he no longer wanted to gossip, and suddenly he didn't want to know what flavor Professor Dumbledore was eating.

Dumbledore's blue eyes shone brightly, and Heimdall thought the old Headmaster looked especially like a satiated pod cat who had eaten a whole pack of Pepper Boys.

"Did you two meet on the road?" Heimdall asked.

"I met in the office building of the Wizarding Union, and we came together later." Rommel asked for a glass of water, and the respectable man beside him had eaten sweets all the way. He couldn't believe that Dumbledore could still face him. After eating a whole cup of strangely colored hot chocolate, Rommel's mouth felt sweet just looking at it.

Rommel took a big sip of water, trying to dilute the discomfort in his mouth caused by psychological effects.

"Is your owl all right?"

Rommel was taken aback, and he put down his glass, "Actually, my owl didn't come back before I left for the meeting, what happened to it?"

Heimdall suddenly realized that he was doing too much. Isn't this just like making a small report, but the words have already been out... Thinking of the tragic situation of the owl beach battle yesterday, he thought about his words, "It sees It might not look so good... Lost some feathers, maybe a little mentally stressed..."

Rommel raised the corner of his mouth, "Are you sure you're talking about my owl?"

Heimdall suddenly smiled briefly, as if thinking of something ridiculous.

Rommel raised one eyebrow and cast a questioning look.

"When I got home yesterday, I found a total of nine messengers parked in the treetops. After I opened the window, they swarmed up." Heimdall shrugged. Part of it was left by your owl."

Rommel understood what he meant, and the implication was that his owl was not strong enough, and he was at a disadvantage in the scramble, perhaps not just as simple as being at a disadvantage.

"Whose owl delivered the letter first?" Dumbledore said suddenly, as he ran out of chocolate.

"Harry's letter was the first to be thrown in." Rommel showed a noncommittal look, and Heimdall said again, "It's not Harry's Hedwig, such a beautiful owl. I won't mistake it."

"Oh." Dumbledore sighed knowingly.

"For Merlin's sake, give me a hint!" Rommel hated others for cheating on him the most. When others knew it well, he was in the dark, which made him very frustrated.

"That must be Sirius' owl," said Dumbledore calmly. "His animals have very distinct personalities."

Such hints were perfectly sufficient for Chairman Sturluson.

Chairman Sturluson was angry, his owl lost to Black's, and then he felt that this situation and his anger were very ridiculous, oh my god, the owl needs to fight to deliver the letter? !