HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 634 I just came here to see the funny chapter

Victor sat on the bench in the changing room with his back to the door, holding a suede brush in his hand, carefully cleaning up various practice protective equipment, waxing, painting and making protective measures for them.

The door of the changing room was pushed open, and he didn't look back.

"What did the coach say?" he said in German, and he heard someone take a seat behind him.

The man behind him took a stiff brush and a racing boot that Victor had placed under the bench waiting to be cleaned, and gently brushed away the dirt.

"Why don't you talk?" Victor turned around and saw Heimdall staring at his boots like an enemy, a smile appeared on his face. "How did you come?"

Heimdall didn't take his attention away from the boots, and only carefully put down the boots after all the dirt had been cleaned.

"Come and see you." Heimdall stepped forward naturally.

Unexpectedly, Victor hid back, "I just finished an intense practice, I don't think you want to get close to me now, the smell on my body can kill a fire-breathing dragon."

Heimdall snorted, "Don't worry, my sense of smell is not as sensitive as that of a charizard, and I'm not here to check hygiene." He pointed his fingers at the master.

The master hesitated for a moment, but leaned over.

Heimdall grabbed him by the neckline, pulled him towards him, and kissed him on the lips.Neither of them wanted to deepen the kiss at first. When Heimdall opened his mouth to enclose the master's lips, the master stuck out his tongue, everything was so natural.When the two realized it, they had already kissed so hard that Victor even pushed Heimdall on the bench.

"Victor..." Someone opened the door, "Oh, please forgive me." The man closed the door again, and the next second, he pushed the door open again. "I'm sorry, I just want to say something. The coach said that I will be here today and have a good rest a few days before the game. You continue, I didn't see anything." He closed the door softly and understandingly.

Heimdall didn't look at the person at all. He heard the voice sound familiar, but his face didn't match. When he sat up, he had already "knowledgeable" and ran away.

"Who?" Heimdall asked.

"One of our team's Chasers." Victor put on a regretful expression. "Don't continue?"

"Wash and go back, Professor Krum." Heimdall straightened his robe. "I haven't eaten yet."

The master backed away with a sigh, took off his coat, and walked into the shower room listlessly.

The training base of the Vulcan team is far inferior to the Steel Parrot in terms of hardware facilities. The last time Heimdall visited the Steel Parrot, he walked around outside their bathroom. It is said that the inside is tall and wide, and the glazed tiles are shining like crystals. , The bathroom is not included in the tour, and Heimdall was too embarrassed to go in to open his eyes.However, based on the arrangement of their carved wood veneer elevator, it is not difficult to imagine the magnificence in the bathroom.

Compared with the steel parrot, the bathroom of the Vulcan team can be described as rudimentary. There are 15 shower faucets, the walls are covered with yellowed white tiles, and the ceiling is the color of cement. Water beads drip down from time to time, and when it falls on the body, it makes people feel refreshed. It is similar to the public bathhouse outside. No, it is simpler than the public bathhouse. The men’s bathroom in the public bathhouse at least has a pool for bathing. The bathroom of the Vulcan team There is nothing in it except the faucet.

So there was no place to put clothes. Seeing that Victor didn't bring in a change of clothes, Heimdall took out clean clothes from his cabinet and waited at the door.

The door connecting the changing room and the bathroom is an old-fashioned wooden frame folding door. It creaks when you force it, and the cover is not tight. White steam seeps out from the folded part between the four corners and the center of the door. The glass is dimly illuminated by the light, and people can be vaguely seen shaking.

Victor rushed quickly and opened the door.

Heimdall saw a wet hand covered with water beading out from the half-opened folding door, picked up the towel placed on top of the clean clothes, and shave his own face along the way.

"Do you want to wash it together?" The master stuck his head out from the door.

Heimdall quickly changed his position, so that he was facing the crack of the door, his eyes scanned up and down like radar, but the expression on his face was as if he didn't understand what his boyfriend was talking about, and then he passed the clothes in calmly, Then, while the boyfriend was picking up the clothes, he touched his strong shoulders, and touched his chest very restlessly.Just as Victor was about to grab his hand, he sent his body forward quickly with sharp eyesight, turned his right hand, circled behind the person and slid straight down to the round and upturned part, and pinched it hard.

He was molested instead of being seduced, the master couldn't help but laugh.

After succeeding, Chief Sturlusson quickly retreated, grabbed his right hand wretchedly, rubbed the fingers that were wet with water, and praised, "It feels good."

They settled for lunch at a wizard restaurant near the Vulcan team, and Heimdall asked Victor if he had other plans for the future.

Victor said: "I want to go to the hospital to see my teammates."

It has been guessed before, and this will be regarded as accurate.

"Are they all sick? Another Seeker, and the Keeper?"

"That's why I was brought back to play."

"Are they seriously ill?" Heimdall didn't directly ask if he had that fungus infection.

"One is due to the relapse of an old injury, and the high fever persists; the other thought it was a similar problem, but when I visited the hospital where he was treated, the therapist there said that he had been advised to transfer to another hospital for the sake of caution."

"...doubt he has fungal infection?" Heimdall hesitated.

"You know that disease?"

"There have been reports in the newspapers that two cases of suspected onychomycosis have been found in Belgium, but there has been no follow-up report."

Victor said: "There should be no final diagnosis yet. What we need to do now is to investigate."

Heimdall thought of what he saw and heard in the lobby of the International Federation of Wizards before coming to the Vulcan team, so he told Victor about it.

"Could it really be scabies fungus?" Heimdall said anxiously.

"Don't worry," Victor took his hand. "If unfortunately it does happen, what you have seen shows that the International Confederation of Wizards has taken action, and I believe famous healers around the world have been called to call them."

Heimdall nodded, "Mr. Di Rupo must have joined the treatment team by now, if the matter is really serious."

Heimdall has a kind of blind trust in Di Rupo's medical skills. He has experienced great wars, and he has worked tirelessly to save patients day and night, even regardless of camp. He is an amazing therapist. Pi's recommendation was inseparable, and Director Sturluson would not admit it.

"Which teammate are you going to visit?" Heimdall asked.

"Go and see our goalkeeper first, he just came back from an old injury."

As a result, when they arrived at the small wizarding hospital, they were told that Mr. Goalkeeper had been transferred.

"Which hospital did you transfer to?" Victor asked.

The little care worker who recognized Victor had blushing cheeks, faltered, looked at the confused eyes, and didn't understand the question at all.When Heimdall saw the situation, he pulled the master away very simply.Sure enough, as soon as he lost the magnetic field of the master, the little nurse immediately became clear-eyed.

"Which hospital did our friend go to?" Heimdall smiled generously.

"The Saint-Mayman Wizarding Hospital in France." The little nurse seemed to be still glued to the master's body, talking to Heimdall with a small profile.

"Thank you." Heimdall's smile turned into a smile now.

After leaving the hospital, Victor said to him: "Will you go with me?" He didn't pay attention to the episode just now, and didn't even say a word.

Heimdall knew what he was worried about, and it was nothing more than fear of infection, but it would be unfounded to panic now, and there was no accurate conclusion on what was going on, so he took his arm.

"Go, why don't you go. St. Meiman seems to be a hospital that specializes in treating difficult and miscellaneous diseases."

"Duncan's father was one of the persons in charge of that hospital, do you remember his father?" Victor said.

Heimdall's eyes lit up, a little excited, "Of course, the most handsome man I've ever seen!" No one.

The master glanced at him seemingly casually, and the head of the room immediately became depressed.

The goalkeeper of the Vulcan team is an old player. He joined the team earlier than Victor, and he is also nearly ten years older than Victor. He has rich experience in competitions and has attracted many teams. The master's thoughts are roughly the same, that is, he regards playing as a career rather than an ideal, so under the premise that the Vulcan team neither shorts his salary nor has unspoken rules, he will not move his nest.

"Oh, oh, it's such an honor, Victor Krum actually came to see me." In the single ward, the goalkeeper lay comfortably on the snow-white sheets, with one foot in the air, making people feel at ease. You can see where he was hurt.

If you saw this person for the first time, Heimdall would think that this guy was uneasy and kind, so listen to what he said.

Victor couldn't help laughing as soon as he entered the ward, "My concern is unnecessary, you seem to be quite adaptable."

There was a long-haired beauty standing on both sides of the hospital bed, serving the person on the bed from left to right, peeling fruit for a while, wiping his mouth for a while, very busy.The guy who was said to have relapsed was as happy as a fairy under the greetings of the two beauties.

"These two?" Heimdall asked Victor in a low voice.

"girlfriend."

"...Both?"

"Both."

"There is something."

"As far as I know, there are three more." Victor said quickly.

Heimdall was tongue-tied, man of God, better than Duncan.Although Duncan is also a young girl, he only falls in love with one girl at a time.Comrade Goalkeeper is playing hooligans, but the two girls don't seem to be unhappy, so they stopped imagining, and they are willing to fight and suffer.

"We went to the original hospital just now, and they said you were transferred, what's going on?" Victor deliberately said lightly.

The goalkeeper whispered something to the two girls. The two girls nodded obediently, put down the fruit and cups, and left the ward one after the other.Before going out, he did not forget to wink at the goalkeeper. The goalkeeper grinned and waved his right hand frivolously.

Victor is used to it.

Heimdall looked out the window, and heard that it was autumn, why is the yard full of flowers and willows?

After the door closed, the keeper refrained from his frivolity, "Bigler went to Chambly."

Victor was taken aback.

"Chambly?" said Heimdall.

"The treatment center for witches and contagious diseases is in the Netherlands." Victor said concisely.Chambly means dirty place.

"Bigler was diagnosed..." Victor hesitated.

"Damn nail fungus, St. Meyman's therapist couldn't wait to transfer him to another hospital without any further observation, as if he really had that disease!" The goalkeeper was full of resentment. "The reason why I transferred to St. Meman is because I was admitted to the hospital almost on the same day as Bigler, and we were on the same team."

"The therapists need to confirm whether you are infected?" Victor guessed.

"That's pretty much what it means, but look, I'm fine, but they won't let me go home. They have to observe for a while to make sure it's correct, but Bigler doesn't know what's going on." The goalkeeper sighed. "Chambly refuses to be visited by outsiders. Bigler's family came to see me yesterday. They really want to know his current condition."

"I'll go find out," Victor said.

"You are better than me." The goalkeeper nodded. "Be careful, too, or simply do a screening in St. Meyman, or you won't be able to sleep at night."

"Onychomycosis cannot be screened for."

"It is said that the screening is now available. The last outbreak was at the beginning of the century. It is almost the 21st century. The fiftieth anniversary of the victory of the Great War has passed. Those shit therapists and money-grabbing wizard disease research institutions should show some results. ?!"

"I'll do the screening with you." Heimdall said to Victor, as if he couldn't appeal.

"Okay." Victor quickly agreed.

The goalkeeper chuckled, just after he had such a temperament of being in the wind, he immediately revealed his wretched inner essence.

The two bid farewell to the goalkeeper and left the ward.

Heimdall wondered if he should make an appointment for screening today, when there was a commotion in front of him, which is very rare in St. Meyman, which is known for its quiet environment.The noise came from a ward, and the door was wide open at this time. When the two walked to the door of the ward, Heimdall couldn't help but glanced in. There was a person in the room who was shouting at the top of his voice.

"...What are you doing here?! Where's Willy? Why doesn't he come?"

Just as Heimdall was a little surprised, there was another deafening roar from inside, "Get out!"

A little girl dressed as a nurse ran out in a panic and bumped into Heimdall's shoulder in a hurry.

The master hurriedly supported his sweetheart.

The nurse turned her head, "Sorry..." and then froze.

Heimdall also recognized her, the cherry-red girl who took over at the reception desk in the lobby of the Icelandic Ministry of Magic.

"Hi, do you work here? Or do you take over for someone else?" Heimdall said friendly.

The somewhat embarrassed Cherry Red girl quickly stroked her hair and straightened her skirt.

"I work here, um, Mr. Sturluson."

Heimdall stretched out his hand, "I don't know your name yet."

"Scarletta Newman." Scarlett shook Heimdall's hand gently.

"My boyfriend." Heimdall pointed to the people around him.

Scarletta was taken aback when she heard the "boyfriend", then returned to normal, holding Victor's hand.

"Hello." Scarletta hesitated. "May I ask you are……"

Heimdall gave a short smile, the master felt a little helpless when he saw his small appearance, and Scarletta was at a loss for what to do.

"What did I say wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just a little surprised."

Seeing that the little girl still looked confused, Heimdall straightened his face.

"This is Victor Krum."

The little girl's tone and expression were the same as usual, and she nodded politely to Victor.

The girl probably doesn't watch Quidditch.

"Sturluson?"

Heimdall turned around and found that it was Palme. He was dressed in a standard Quidditch uniform and seemed to have just come off the field.

"Krum." Palme looked at Victor, showing no sense of respect as usual.

The latter responded flatly, "Hello, Palme."

"To see a doctor?" Heimdall asked very bluntly, a bit cursing.But Palme has a bad mouth, and Heimdall felt that there was no need to be polite to him.

Generally speaking, only when the relationship is too bad, or the relationship is too close, will you speak out.So Viktor was a little surprised by what Heimdall, who has always been cautious, said, but he didn't think it was too surprising after thinking about it.

Palme's face sank, "Ivory can't come out of a dog's mouth."

"Spit out your ivory and let me see." Heimdall said leisurely.

Palme admitted that he couldn't talk to him, so he had to change the subject.

"A man I know is hospitalized, and I'm here to visit." Palme said vaguely.

Heimdall understood what it meant, "Just the patient in the ward behind you? You have a bad temper. You can hear his voice from the other side of the corridor."

Palme twitched the corners of his mouth, but said nothing.

Heimdall didn't intend to talk in depth, and was about to say goodbye to Victor, so he turned to Scarletta, the voice in the ward suddenly amplified, and the man inside rushed out aggressively.

"Heimdall Strulusson!"

With his back to the door of the ward, Heimdall cast a lifeless look at the master, and then turned around.

"Oh, it's you, Solger, here to visit?"

Solger sneered, "Stop pretending! You're here to see a joke!"

Heimdall looked back at the master again, with a haggard and depressed expression on his face, and a sneer on his face when he faced Solger again.

"Yes, you're right. I'd rather skip class and be demerited by the school and lose my year-end total score than come to France, where I'm not familiar with, to watch your jokes! You're so good at knowing things!" Heimdall said. Nodding seriously. "You don't know how happy I am to see you unlucky, and you certainly don't know that I love to pay attention to you when I have nothing to do, and I don't hesitate to spend a lot of money just to find out about you. I can wake up happily at night, and I like to use the news I inquired about in my spare time to make bad ideas and make troubles. As long as you are unlucky, no matter how unlucky you are, I will be very happy."

Solger was dumbfounded, obviously shocked by Chief Sturluson's "calmness", or shocked by their "communication".Heimdall revealed a part of Solger's inner world through "self-disclosure", but it's a pity that the upset Master Solger didn't taste so much at the moment.

"You, you are really not a good person..." After a long while, Solger squeezed out such words through his teeth.

"I've said it all, as long as you're unlucky, I'm happy." Heimdall didn't take it seriously, and looked up and down Solger, who was wearing a hospital gown. "By the way, what's wrong with you?"

Solger's expression froze, he turned and walked back to the ward.

Scarlett couldn't help laughing.

The impetuous Solger is very sensitive to his surroundings at the moment, and he doesn't let go of the slightest movement. He turned around abruptly and glared at the little nurse standing against the wall.

"Ugly, what are you laughing at?!"

Scarletta pursed her mouth in horror and lowered her head.

"Ugly people make mischief!" It is rare that Master Solger can say such a "sharp" sentence.

Scarletta lowered her head even lower.

Solger, who had successfully vented his anger by venting his anger, walked back to the ward with satisfaction, and closed the door forcefully, as if he wanted to sweep away all the unsatisfactory things.

There was silence outside the room for about three seconds.

"He's sick, so he's not in a good mood." Palme was obviously not good at helping people clean up the situation, and his tone was a bit insincere.

"It's full of energy, so there should be no problem." Victor commented.

Heimdall almost laughed out loud.

Palme's expression was embarrassing.

The two bid farewell to Palme, and the little nurse walked with them.Walking to the stairs, Scarlett was about to say goodbye and go upstairs.

Heimdall called Scarletta, "Why is that Mr. Strulusson hospitalized?"

Scarletta had lingering fears at Solger's anger, and forgot that "restraint" is one of the important qualities of a nurse. When she heard Heimdall's question, she curled her lips and said emotionally: "It's not a serious illness at all. He came to occupy the bed, he just overfilled."

"Too much?" Heimdall was puzzled.

"Overdose," Scarlett gloated. "His medical records are confidential. One of my colleagues peeked at some of them from the nurse team leader. He takes a lot of potions every day, and several of them are illegal drugs."

"Beauty repair? The kind used to remove scars?"

"Removing scars is one of the functions. Most of the beauty lotions are mainly used to preserve the face, keep youthful, or make yourself look better."

Heimdall looked at Victor in surprise, "Is there such a potion?"

"Yes, why not." Scarletta said. "Many girls take it, but that kind of potion is very expensive, and the better the effect, the more expensive it is. That Mr. Sturlusson just took too much, so he feels uncomfortable."

Heimdall thought that those potions would probably burden the body.

They said goodbye to Scarletta and went downstairs to leave St. Meman's Hospital for Wizards and Wizards.

"Why did he take that medicine?" Heimdall wondered. "I think he's already pretty good-looking."

Victor smiled, "Do you think you have too much savings?"

"How is it possible!" Heimdall said decisively.

"That's it." Victor took his hand. "Maybe he wants to be more like himself, or is afraid he won't be like again."

"More like", like who? "Fear of not being like again", who is afraid of not being like?Victor didn't name them, but the implication is self-evident.

Heimdall was silent for a moment, "Did Palme get off the field?"

"The Steel Parrot has a game today, and judging by his outfit, he might be the starter." Victor said this without any other emotions.

"Just give up, he has been sitting on the bench for a long time."

At the same time, the two thought of Willy Danle, whom Soljere was thinking of, and now he was probably surrounded by the cheers and applause of the fans, and he was all-powerful on the field.

"This is Palme's own choice, and no one can be blamed." Victor tightened Heimdall's hand.

Heimdall said: "Some people will never know how to cherish without experiencing loss."

Then, they made an appointment for mycitis screening in the lobby on the first floor.

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