HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 640 Reaction

"Aren't you going to invite us in?" Rommel's tone was the same as usual.

"I haven't had time to clean up yet." Heimdall opened the door.

Rommel and Snow walked in. When he saw the messy indoor environment, Snow became more and more unhappy, and Rommel continued to look at it calmly.

Snow just opened his mouth, and Rommel took a step ahead.

"I learned from Professor Jerway that you have asked for leave from the school, and you have been vague about the time of leave."

Rommel bluntly pointed out that he "learned it from Professor Järwe" instead of being notified by the principal.The implication is that he knows Heimdall's every move like the back of his hand.

This is the difference between Rommel and Snow. Snow's anger is exposed, which is obvious at a glance; Rommel's emotions are restrained, good and bad are invisible and unpredictable.

And Heimdall knew that his father was not indifferent to his insistence on going his own way, and he also knew that his father was not as unhappy as Snogo.This is also the difference between him and Snow.Snow treats Heimdall as a child, and this does not change as Heimdall grows older.Rommel prefers to regard him as an adult who knows how to be responsible for his actions, so he has not interfered with Heimdall's judgment all this time, and just watched silently from behind.

Thinking of this, Heimdall said frankly, "I don't know when I can go back. It depends on Victor's situation. I certainly hope that I can go back to school with him tomorrow."

Rommel must have known about Victor's resignation.

"I don't agree!" Snow said firmly this time without giving his brother another chance to grab the conversation. "Having classes at school will not prevent you from going to the hospital to visit Krum, you are not yet an adult, you cannot live outside alone!"

"Even if you go back to class, your heart is not in class, it's better to stay with him in the hospital." Heimdall tried to persuade the other party.

Snow ignored it, "It's useless for you to stay, are you a therapist? Or a nurse?"

Heimdall couldn't find a reason to refute, and he said, "I want to stay with him."

Rommel watched silently for a while, seeing that the two were not giving in to each other, and the atmosphere was getting more and more tense, and wanted to say something to ease it, but Snow still didn't give his brother room to play.

"Without the consent of the guardian, the rental contract cannot take effect. Don't worry, even if the rent has been paid, I will get it back for you. You can go back to school today!" Snow said in a word.

Heimdall bowed his head in silence.

Seeing this, Snow became even angrier, "You won't be able to help Krum if you stay."

Heimdall raised his head and begged, "Let me stay." Turning his eyes to Rommel, he asked for support.

Rommel was about to open his mouth, but was interrupted by Snow again.

"You can't control the disease if you stay, and you can't stop anything. You can't do anything about Krum's life or death!"

Heimdall gritted his teeth, "He won't die!"

Snow said coldly: "Who can explain clearly?!"

Heimdall only felt that a string in his brain snapped, and before his rationality had time to rebuild the embankment, a furious scream had already blurted out.

"He won't die! Who dares to curse him? I want someone to look good!!"

Snow's face changed drastically in shock, a little bit of hurt flashed across his eyes, and the toughness just now disappeared as if destroyed.

"Oh... Snow..." Heimdall closed his eyes, swallowed by overwhelming regret.He rushed up to embrace Snow, tightened his arms tightly, and buried his face into the other's chest, his words choked with a trace of sobs. "I'm just too scared. I saw those terminally ill wizards in the hospital. I saw them tortured by terrible diseases. They couldn't live or die. I was afraid that Victor would become like that one day. I didn't mean to be with you I didn't mean to yell at you on purpose, I just... just couldn't control my emotions... Don't take it to your heart, I know you are all for me, I know..."

Snow, who originally wanted to harden his heart, finally hugged the person in his arms with even greater strength, and sighed because of his rare restlessness.

"If you want to ask for leave, just ask for it, and if you don't want to go to class, don't go to class."

Snow's compromise not only did not alleviate Heimdall's self-blame, but made him more uneasy.

"Don't be angry." Heimdall looked at Snow eagerly.

Snow smiled, "You succeeded, I decided not to drag you."

"I told you to grab it, don't you refuse to grab it." Heimdall was always aggrieved.

Snow sensed that something was wrong, so he was in no hurry to publish the following, and stared at him.

Rommel couldn't help laughing out loud, feeling that the show just now had a better turn than the stage play.Chairman Sturlusson was delighted.

"I understand, you are just jealous." Naturally, Snow would not allow him to laugh, but he did his part to retaliate.

Chairman Sturluson, who was poked sorely, couldn't laugh at the moment.

Facing his son's gaze, Rommel cleared his throat pretentiously, with a look of tolerance.

"Why do you have to clean it yourself? Since you've been paid, you should enjoy it to your heart's content." Following Rommel's words, Hina appeared in front of Heimdall, with big bat-like ears drooping, and teary-eyed wringing her fingers , looking frustrated.

"What's the matter, Sheena? Are you upset to see me?" Heimdall said.

The master's kindness gave Hina the courage to cry, she rushed forward and hugged Heimdall's thigh, crying bitterly, all the snot and tears were wiped on Heimdall's trousers.

"Master doesn't want Hina anymore? Why didn't the master summon Hina when she moved? Hina is useless! It's useless! It's useless!" As he spoke, he rushed to the side, his head hit the wall, accompanied by the sound of banging The dust in the wainscot gully was knocked down and fell on Hina's head, making her look gray.

"You have time to punish yourself, why don't you help me clean up the house, I'll be happy." Heimdall knew Hina's personality well, and stopped the house elf from dying with a few words.

Rommel and Snow decided to visit Victor in the treatment center, and the two agreed to leave their house elves behind to work with Hina.

Three house-elves are needed in a square inch of land, but after the gaffe just now, Heimdall vowed to be an obedient boy, handed over the house to the three house-elves, and talked to the animal companions, Follow father and uncle out of the attic.

"The scenery is good." Rommel stood in front of the window for a long time, and popped out such a sentence.

Heimdall, who was sitting beside Victor's bed peeling fruit, nodded, "The scenery of Bruges is charming, and it's even more pleasing to look down from a high point."

Put the sliced ​​apples neatly on a porcelain plate, add the pears and oranges you peeled earlier, and other fruits, almost like the fruit platters sold at high prices in restaurants.Heimdall cut the fruit into flower shapes, which is the only "unique skill" he can do.

The master had no chance to see it before, but today he opened his eyes.

Heimdall picked up a piece with a small fork and handed it to Viktor's mouth, and Viktor ate it with his mouth open. And it's still the kind that doesn't show much in the overall effect even if it's moved away.

As time went by, Heimdall didn't want to be ashamed like a fool anymore. Now he wished he could watch over his boyfriend 24 hours a day, for fear of missing a single glance and... just what, he didn't dare to think about it.

Rommel curled his lips. His son never peeled fruit for himself, let alone fed it to his mouth. Everything was caught up by Krum.

Rommel and Snow came to visit Victor with the main purpose of inquiring about his condition. Of course, this kind of thing would not be mentioned in front of the patient, so after saying a few innocuous words, they were pushed aside and watched helplessly. People show affection.

"I won't be an eyesore by staying here any longer," Rommel turned and walked towards the door. "Come back later."

Snow knew Rommel's plan and left together.

They were left in the room.

After eating a few more pieces of fruit, Victor shook his head, and Heimdall put the plate back on the bedside.

"Are you okay?" Heimdall wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

"I don't feel anything." Victor said casually on purpose, the scars on his back were burning like pain, and he couldn't imagine what it would be like when they spread, but he didn't want Heimdall to worry.

If Heimdall hadn't seen life worse than death during the onset, he might have believed Victor's statement.

He smiled and didn't expose his boyfriend's lie.

There was a hoarse howl from behind, and the Horntail guarding the entrance reported calmly.

[Scarletta Newman nurse. 】

The door was pushed open, and Scarletta stopped outside the door and smiled sweetly at the room, "I'll deliver the ointment."

After the outbreak of the strange disease, the treatment center urgently mobilized staff from various local hospitals. Unlike those nurses and nurses who were so apprehensive that they shied away from the manpower call-up order, Scarletta stayed voluntarily. These days, the critically ill patients in the treatment center The area is busy in and out.

At present, almost all the patients admitted to the treatment center are Quidditch players from all over the world. The Quidditch League has been in a mess due to the sudden strange disease.

The ointment that Scarletta mentioned is an external medicine prepared by the treatment center for wizards suffering from strange diseases. It can relieve the pain of the initial symptoms.

Heimdall helped Victor up and made a gesture to help him undress, but the latter said helplessly, "I haven't reached that point yet."

"Doing nothing would make me jump out of a window in a fit of rage," Heimdall jokes.

Victor saw the melancholy hidden under his bright smile, his heart shivered, he relaxed his body, and let him serve him.

Scarletta always had a smile on her face, and was skillful in applying ointment to Victor. Even though she was concentrating on the work at hand, her mouth was never idle, chatting with them casually, talking about the gossip news in the newspaper , and makes people laugh from time to time, relieves pressure for patients and their families, and is a skilled nurse.

"Thank you." Heimdall thanked.

Scarletta backed away from the bed, "It should be." When she walked towards the door, she suddenly thought of something, turned around and said, "The Krum nurse was called to the front hall just now, it seems that someone from Krum's family came, They are going through the formalities of visiting patients below, and they may come up soon."

Heimdall said nothing.

Victor glanced at him, "Thanks, we got it."

Scarletta opened the door and left.

The room was a little dull for a while, Heimdall lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, and Victor felt helpless because he stayed out of the matter just now.

"Don't think too much, I'm sick and you have nothing to do with it." After all, it was a couple who had been together day and night for several years, and Victor easily guessed that he got into a dead end.

Heimdall raised his face and smiled at him, "I didn't think about anything."

The master shook his head and said to him, "Come here."

Heimdall leaned over and kissed Victor's lips.

After the two separated, Victor deliberately put on a look of panic, "Oh, I forgot whether this disease is contagious."

Heimdall sat on the edge of the bed, unmoved by his posturing, and fished a vial from his pocket.The bottle was dark with an ominous smell, and the cork was sealed with a circle of honey-colored wax.

"Do you know what this is?" Heimdall asked calmly.

Victor pulled his gaze away from the bottle and onto his face.

Heimdall said straightforwardly, "One bottle down, and this day in the second year will be the death day."

Victor remained calm, he knew that Heimdall would not bring out a bottle of poison for no reason, just to show off the efficacy of the medicine, and there must be some other purpose.

"How come?" Victor said.

"Why do you care about this? Although this thing is a contraband, there are many ways to get to it." Heimdall changed the subject. "Do you know why I took this out and dangled it in front of your eyes?"

Victor narrowed his eyes.

Heimdall smiled slightly, "Don't you like playing tricks? Hiding me, distrusting me, avoiding me, playing me around, isn't it very fulfilling?"

Looking at Heimdall, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, the master finally realized how wrong he was.It wasn't that Mr. Stuluson was so magnanimous that he let him go, he remembered it clearly.Is this going to settle accounts with myself?

In the face of this situation, no amount of explanation would be a cover-up. In order to seek leniency, the master lowered his brow and pleasing to the eye, not daring to say a word for himself.

"So I've decided," Heimdall decided to give him a kick. "If you still have the idea of ​​'sacrificing yourself for others', don't want to drag me down, and strive to be a noble and understanding gentleman. It doesn't matter, you go hide, go noble, go hide it. As long as you can't find you one day, I'll just take a bite of this poison; I can't find it for two days, and I'll take another bite; until I completely lose your news, I'll swallow a whole bottle, the poison will kill you, and it's over. You see how simple it is, but you will go to hell with the rest of your life, Save yourself from being tortured alive."

After finishing speaking, Heimdall looked at his boyfriend happily, as if he had just read the gossip news on the street for him, and expressed his opinion.

Victor's expression froze uncontrollably, and he didn't look at the bottle of poison again.

"Do you understand?" Heimdall put away the poison.

Make sure he's not kidding, he can do it, and it's a lot harder than trying to threaten yourself with a long tirade.So Victor swallowed his throat and said, "It's very clear."

Heimdall planned to avoid them before the Krum family came. The reasons were complicated. In short, they were a little timid. As soon as they heard that they were coming, they subconsciously wanted to run away, except for Anna.

After finally convincing Victor, he bumped into Plov who was walking quickly after going out.

They stopped at the same time.

"Sturlusson." Plov's expression was a little unnatural, and after some uncertainty, he still gave him a friendly smile.

Heimdall was flattered, "Hi, are you coming to see Victor?" He couldn't help talking nonsense.

Plov nodded, and Heimdall stepped aside immediately, and then saw Mrs. Krum, Victor's grandmother, who was following Plov.

The old lady was leaning on a cane, and she hadn't seen her for a long time, but she was very old, and she hardly matched the old lady who was radiant in Heimdall's impression.

The strange thing is that it has not appeared for a long time, so long that Heimdall almost forgot that there is such a number one person, the unchanging robe and mask——peacock blue, who appeared suddenly, and cautiously supported Ke Mrs. Loom looked very intimate.Heimdall has never known this guy's name, and he didn't want to know. The last time he and this guy broke up badly.

The master's former bodyguard had a bad idea of ​​the generous employer. Heimdall made it clear to Viktor that he didn't like this guy, and then he disappeared. It seems that the master gave him to Krum Madam, responsible for guarding the safety inside and outside the manor.

Mrs. Kroom didn't notice Heimdall, she passed by him non-stop, but she didn't take a few steps. Under Peacock Blue's "reminder", she stopped suddenly, and turned around aggressively, glaring at him. Heimdall.

"Why do you dare to stand here? Why do you still have the face to appear in front of us?" Mrs. Kroom did not restrain her volume, her roar instantly silenced the entire corridor that was not narrow.

The wizards who came and went, including therapists, nurses, nurses, and even the family members of patients, all looked at her in surprise.

"If it weren't for you, Victor would not disobey his grandmother! If it weren't for you, Victor would still be where he should be! If it weren't for you, Victor would inherit the family business as a matter of course! If it weren't for you , Victor would never leave the manor! If it weren't for you, Victor wouldn't have embarked on the road of Quidditch! If it weren't for you, Victor wouldn't have gotten sick!

"Look at what you have done for him! What have you made him do! It is all thanks to you that he is what he is today! You still stay here brazenly, facing his family without guilt, you Is it not enough to kill him? Please leave! I don’t want to see you again! I don’t want you to appear in my grandson’s sight! Please get out of here! Get out of our lives completely! You are not welcome in the Krum family… ..."

"This lady..." A nurse smiled dryly and stepped forward to stop her loud noise. "This is a hospital, please..."

"He made my grandson sick, can I say a few words about him?" Mrs. Kroom said confidently.

"But this is a hospital..." the nurse said in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Bernick, who didn't know what happened, hurried into the critically ill area, found his grandmother, took advantage of the opportunity to push Peacock Blue away, and made good promises with the nurse, and sent her away smoothly.

Bernick held his grandmother's arm and turned to greet Heimdall warmly.

"Hello, Rigg."

After a while, Heimdall raised the corners of his mouth belatedly.

Bernick gave him a strange look, but he missed Victor in his heart, and couldn't stand his grandmother's urging, so he helped the old lady away.

"What's going on?" Vidin and Daisy came later.

"It's nothing." Heimdall looked up, and his eyes met Plov who hadn't gone far, and the latter turned his face away.Heimdall laughed at himself, "Victor must be very happy to see you all here."

Weiding and Daisy accepted his statement, hugged him, and left with each other.

Heimdall stayed where he was, numbly sensing the pointers of the wizards around him, as if he had merged with the flower column behind him.

There was a sneer in my ear, "It's the first time I've seen Mrs. Krum get so angry, how does it feel to be greeted in public?" It was the peacock blue who had malicious intentions.

Heimdall glanced at him and ignored his words.If it hadn't been for this Peacock Blue's extravagance and embellishment, Mrs. Crumb would not have been provoked to the point of pointing his nose in public and throwing a rage.The old lady is a very face-saving person.

Presumably this peacock blue often "praises" herself in front of her, and the step-by-step foreshadowing has created today's imminent development.

Heimdall sneered in his heart: I'll greet you when I'm free.

"Rig." Snow returned to the intensive care area, puzzled by the unusual atmosphere in the corridor.

"Where's Dad?" Heimdall temporarily put Peacock Blue behind him, calmed down his emotions, and didn't let the other party find out the slightest clue, and greeted him as usual.

"I was talking to Krum's therapist, and Anna was there too." Snow really cut off his doubts.

"Let's go too." Heimdall held his forearm just like when he was a child.

The onlookers gathered in the corridor flowed again, and the door of the Ridgeback room on the same floor was quietly closed.

In the ward, Solger, who was being smeared with Scarletta ointment, looked happy and relaxed, with the corners of his mouth raised high, which was very different from the irritable and irritable these days.If he hadn't known what he was happy about, Palme would have thought that the ointment had helped him and relieved him of the pain.Palme certainly prefers the latter.

"He did it on his own. He was afraid that others would not know that he was a lowly man, and he was proud of it. He was proud of it all day long. Unfortunately, the Krum family hated him. Mrs. Krum is really wise and powerful, and she has seen through his evil heart long ago. Good scolding, very satisfying!" Soljaer laughed.

Scarletta, who was immersed in her work, couldn't help speeding up her movements after hearing this, and rolled her eyes.

"How did Sturluson offend you? I really don't understand." Palme picked up the snacks on the table and handed them over. "I think he's nice. Although he speaks harshly sometimes, he never targets you."

Solger, who was leaning on the head of the bed, stood up eagerly, and slapped away the snacks in Palme's hand.Scarletta was caught off guard, and was pushed back repeatedly by his movements, almost sitting on the ground.

Soljere turned a blind eye to this.

He glared at Palme viciously, "Why, think I look ugly, and think that illegitimate child is good? Have you taken a fancy to him? Go! Go and lick his feet, beg for his attention, maybe you can really make a couple After all, he is also a person who is about to be abandoned! Don’t waste your time with me, I’ll be annoying when you see you!” Then he fell back on the bed, covered his head with the quilt, and wept. "Willi... Willy... Come here... Willy..."

Palme stood there, still with his arms slapped, his eyes blank.

Scarletta shook her head secretly, and walked out gently.

Sooner or later, Palme's love will be squandered by the willful Solger, and love cannot be overdrawn.

On the top floor of the same building, in an unremarkable reference room in the International Wizengamot, two wizards had been secretly talking here for a long time.

"...You have to think about me, without evidence, what do you want me to say?" Hollingworth said with a headache.

"I just came to you because I needed evidence," said Professor Langer. "If you don't know how to tell the chief, I will speak later."

Hollingworth glanced at him and said angrily, "Listen to your tone, it seems that I have already agreed."

"If this matter is really as I guessed, it will be of great benefit to IW. As long as it is handled properly, it is likely to spread its reputation far and wide. This is also beneficial to you trying to win back the world's attention to IW."

"I shouldn't stand here and let you convince me that you are the Minister of Magic, and you are playing politics. It is instinct to speak without changing your face."

Lange ignored his sarcasm. "Your answer?"

Hollingworth struggled for a moment, then compromised, "Come with me."