HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 663 Wildberry Village

"Although you are usually very proactive, and you are willing to cooperate no matter what I think of at a certain moment, but you seldom really take the initiative, and there are even fewer like today." Speaking of which, the master forcefully Kissing Heimdall's lips, the thick tongue moved vigorously, and the lips stuck together for a long time, until he was overwhelmed by the kiss, he said again, "Of course my dear, of course we want to be together, alone How boring." After saying that, he took two more bites.

These two strokes were made with a lot of effort, and Director Sturlusson woke up with a cry, and became even more confused.

"what are you saying?"

Victor turned over and pressed on him, with his legs separated from the sides of his body, one left and one right, looking down at him.Victor took off his shirt, leaving his upper body bare.Heimdall's eyes were almost glued to it. His perfectly proportioned and muscular body undulated in the halo intertwined with lights and fire, and contained strength, as if it could burst out at any time with amazing speed to catch the Golden Snitch. The image of them screaming flashed before my eyes.

Victor took off his trousers, and the swollen and erect lower body wrapped in underwear was unobstructed. Although the tent was not very obvious, it was enough for Heimdall to understand that his man was in heat in the middle of the night.

Heimdall said with an expression that seemed unwilling to cooperate: "You change your mentality too quickly." But his hands were not idle, and he took advantage of the few moments when the master leaned over to rub his waist muscles hard, with a unique hard feel.He pulled the soft flesh around his waist again, feeling a sense of crisis.

"I'm used to it." The master started to unbutton Heimdall's pajamas, but he didn't notice that the head of the room was looking at him with "low self-esteem" pain and pleasure. "If every time I talked about Grindelwald, I was like a cockfight, I would have been pissed off by myself. Where did you buy this dress? Why are there so many buttons?"

Heimdall just wanted to proudly announce the discounted price in exchange for a sense of accomplishment, but the impatient master twitched his arms and muscles, which ended Heimdall's painful ripping sound, and the buttons of his pajamas jumped out of the tissue like a jumping bean. The parabola went.

"Wait." Heimdall resisted the enemy's temptation and pushed the master away, trying to regain some clarity.

Victor saw him with a constipated expression on his face, and he was so undressed, but he still looked bitter and bitter, and his self-confidence was hit hard like never before.

"Don't you take it off?" Victor asked.

"I'm going to take a shower." Heimdall replied irrelevantly.

Victor let him go.

Heimdall jumped out of bed, turned around and said, "Have you ever gone to the toilet before?"

"……Maybe not."

"I don't even remember whether I've ever gone to the toilet?!" Mr. Sturlusson shook his head and pulled the master to flush into the bathroom. "Come on, let's go wash up together. I just went to the toilet. After I wash up, we will fight for [-] rounds. Don't stop anyone!"

Three hundred rounds? !Just that limp body? !The master really felt unreliable, and at the same time his self-confidence was restored.

"I don't mind if you go to the bathroom."

"I don't like strong tastes!" Heimdall dragged him into the bathroom.

Heimdall shuddered, but the boyfriend turned the switch to adjust the size without realizing it, until the water temperature and the size of the water reached the satisfactory target, and then pulled his hand to face Heimdall.Mr. Sturlusson's head is full of bullshit. Could this be the difference between having muscles and not having muscles?

"Isn't the water hot enough?" Viktor asked, noticing that he was a little absent-minded.

"I'm thinking about tomorrow's class."

Victor nodded, "It's time to wake you up."

Heimdall picked up the duck-shaped shower gel bottle and rubbed foam on the bath ball, "I thought you would retreat and tell me we're going back to sleep now."

"Honey, Professor Krum is off work." After finishing speaking, Victor walked to the door to get clean clothes. The master was a bit of a clean freak subconsciously. Since he took a shower, he had to change clothes, no matter what time it was.

When he walked back naked, his crotch was half stiff and up, and he swayed with the ups and downs of his steps. This scene really made the heart beat faster and was extremely sensual. Chief Stuluson stared his eyes, although it was not the first time he saw him. , Still dizzy for a long time, unable to stop.

Seeing the naked man, Heimdall forgot the movements of his hands. The master found that he was extremely inefficient, so he just took the bath ball and wiped it on his body. After a few wipes, he couldn't help but leaned over and kissed his neck. All the way to the chest.Heimdall originally enjoyed this kind of kiss, but as Viktor strengthened his hand, the kiss within a safe distance heated up, and coupled with the prelude to being provoked just now, he soon became emotional.

After the bath ball came to his chest, Victor wiped it a few times indiscriminately to let the water wash away the foam.Heimdall's nipples were very light in color, and now they were stimulated to stand up, and the small bumps on the areola could be seen clearly.

When Victor opened his mouth to hold one side, Heimdall only felt a tightness in his lower abdomen, and his breathing became rapid.Victor was familiar with his reaction, and gently flicked one nipple with the other hand.When streams of heat flowed from the licked area to the lower abdomen, making Heimdall harder, and water flowed from the front end, Victor held his penis and began to rub it slowly.

Heimdall was slightly lost under the washing of hot water, and he closed his eyes.

Victor's hand slid very regularly, unhurriedly, as if following some kind of time, but this time was deadly and captivating.Every time the hard calluses on his fingertips rubbed against the head of the stem, every time his fingers deliberately pinched the penis, Heimdall gritted his teeth... Really gritted his teeth.

His expression made Victor, who was always paying attention to his changes, raise an eyebrow, "What are you thinking?"

"..." Heimdall held back for a while before saying, "Just now I suddenly remembered how you were when you were a child."

"What's the matter?" Victor didn't stop the work in his hands, and rubbed it repeatedly. Heimdall's mouth was sore, swollen, numb, and a little painful. It was extremely irritating, but there was also an unspeakable pleasure.

Moaning and whimpering for a while, Heimdall gasped for a while with his mouth slightly open, and then said: "It's just a little... Fate is really wonderful, when I met you, who would have thought that one day you would hold our hands in the bathroom? Haw for exercise."

Victor couldn't help laughing, if he hadn't gotten used to Heimdall's tune, both the atmosphere and his own state of mind would have plummeted a long time ago.

"This is the fate in the legend." The master did not forget to emphasize his tone and strength when he said the key points.

With both approaches, the corners of Heimdall's eyes turned slightly red.

"Ouch, it's about to kill someone!"

No, in order to keep the atmosphere going, in order not to be sluggish, and in order not to slump, the master resolutely gave up the manual work and the upcoming oral job as planned, pulled down the shower to clean both of them quickly, and carried the atmosphere destroyer out of the bathroom .Of course he didn't mind doing it in the bathroom, but Director Sturlusson was usually more orderly in bed, and he was a little out of the ordinary when he was out of bed.

(PS: I didn’t mean bin Laden on purpose, I just want to know if this level can be strong enough not to be harmonized, I didn’t even dare to write oral sex. If this chapter is yellow carded, or locked by the website, friends who haven’t seen it, don’t worry Ha, wait until we go home to clean up pornography. If this unfortunate thing really happens, although we don’t feel that we have written anything, but if it really happens, please share with friends who read this passage, thank you very much.)

Heimdall never contacted Lao Caipi in the same place, and every time he shot and changed places, he had to be more cautious with his boyfriend this time.On Friday night, Director Stulusson left the school with Professor Krum, went to a remote street, groped in the dark for about ten minutes, and found the extremely hidden wizarding telephone room that Yale introduced. This was discovered by a colleague of Yael's uncle's brother-in-law's nephew's cousin. Anyway, the source of the news is quite tortuous, so there is no need to worry about leaking the news.

After entering the door, I found that it was not a telephone booth, but the front desk of a wizard hotel. A wizard was sitting in a window surrounded by a cast iron fence, and there were various advertisement papers on the fence—there was a telephone advertisement, which seemed to be The narrow window seems to be sunken inside, and you won't notice that there is a big living person inside unless you look carefully.

The front hall of the hotel is covered with red wallpaper, cheap wooden floors, and several pots of foliage plants that are as tall as a person. It seems that they haven't been watered for a long time, and the leaves are wilting.

When Heimdall went to the front desk, a teapot flew over unexpectedly from behind, and if Victor hadn't pulled him, the spout would have hit the back of his head.The teapot flew past his cheek, the lid slapped, and the spout was steaming, as if it had just risen from the stove. The fleeting burning sensation remained on Heimdall's face, scalding him in a daze. for a moment.

Heimdall seemed to be in shock and grabbed the master's sleeve, "My head was almost burned."

Victor whispered, "The pot should have been blown up just now." He pretended not to care about his own shortcomings, and the pot came out from behind. Who has eyes on the back of their head?This is called being reasonable!Heimdall is old and well rounded.

Heimdall symbolically rang the service bell on the counter, and said to the bored wizard, "I want to make a call."

"6 silver Sickles for royalties." The wizard grabbed a sign and shook it.

"Six?!" Heimdall was shocked. "Aren't there three?"

The wizard said calmly, "You can find a place with three silver Sickles."

Heimdall looked back at his boyfriend in grief and indignation. The master held back a smile and patted him on the shoulder.

After paying 6 silver Sickles, the two walked up the stairs to the second floor under the guidance of the wizard at the front desk, and soon saw a semicircular table placed against the wall in the middle of the aisle, and a squatting one on the table. There was a phone painted brown and yellow, and a love seat leaned against the table.

When the two walked over, the voice was not loud, but the phone jumped up in surprise, hunched over and attacked.It looks like it thinks it is a cat, but unfortunately it can't meow, maybe it will be a sharp meow when it opens its mouth.

He is no stranger to dealing with the cat Heimdall, so he quickly found the right place to strike, and scratched the phone cat comfortably on his lap.

Heimdall shot a smug look at the master, and dialed the phone while the other party was watching with a smile.

No greetings, straight to the point.

"I want to talk to you about Di Rupo."

[Didn't we talk about it last time? 】

"Who said that the topics discussed cannot be repeated?"

【All right.But you believe what I said? 】

"I want to believe that's why I made this call."

[Tell me, if I can answer. 】

"How is your relationship with Di Rupo?"

[I said this, we are enemies. 】

"Didn't you deliberately pretend to be hostile to deceive people?"

[The tone of the Law Enforcement Investigation Team. 】

"please answer my question."

[This time it's the taste of the Wizengamot. 】

"Mr. Grindelwald, please don't waste my patience."

【just kidding. 】 Grindelwald relaxed his tone. [The relationship between me and him is as I said before, it is not hidden, we are enemies, no matter how many years have passed, it has not changed. ] "Do you dare to say that you didn't contribute to his murder?"

[Actually, you want to ask about those saints, right? 】

"... what can you tell me?"

[After 1950 I have not gathered my followers.Dear Rieger, one thing you need to understand is that Grindelwald was not so much a target to be followed as a symbol in that era, and it is even more so now, the symbolic meaning is greater than the actual value.Do you get me? ] "I think I understand. In other words, due to the legacy of history, you can no longer control the forces under your hands. No matter what they do, it has nothing to do with you."

Lao Caipi has a feeling that his self-esteem has been overwhelmed, [... I just don't want to care about it. ] "You don't need to say more, I understand." An empathetic tone.

On the other end of the invisible phone, Director Grindelwald looked up at Vicissitudes at a 45-degree angle.

Heimdall turned his head and gave his boyfriend a wink. The boyfriend nodded, then covered the microphone with his hand very professionally, and asked, "So that's how you talk?"

"It's not like this in person. It's more open to connect the phone line. He is far away from us and across the sea. It's okay. He is a bad guy, and we can't be polite with bad guys. We can't bow to evil forces!" The mighty face is unyielding.

What does the first sentence mean?The master couldn't help but let go of his hand covering the microphone.

Heimdall said into the microphone: "Someone wants to speak to you."

[You brought someone else here? ] Grindelwald was a little surprised. [... Krum? ] No wonder people used to yell and kill all human beings, and the whole wizard of Europa was frightened and fled. Without a certain IQ foundation, how dare they take on such a thankless job.

Heimdall only said: "He wants to talk to you. If you dare to answer, don't hang up." Then, he handed the microphone to Victor, and then leaned on his boyfriend and watched helplessly.

Victor held the microphone in his hand, his expression was uncertain, as if he was struggling.Heimdall took out a mint from his pocket, and bared his teeth to show that he was holding it, which meant to refresh his mind so that he could accumulate enough energy to deal with the evil forces.The master couldn't laugh or cry, his opaque and hazy mood cleared the clouds.

He raised the microphone to his ear, "I'm Victor Krum."

There was no movement on the other end for a long time, and the sound of breathing told them that Grindelwald hadn't dropped the microphone.Heimdall wondered if Lao Caipi really had a heart of repentance, how disturbed it would be to hear Victor's voice now.

Victor doesn't seem to be planning to negotiate too much with the other party, let alone establish a friendship through pleasantries. He thinks that he can sit here calmly and not vent his emotions through this phone line. His psychological quality is very strong. About Heimdall could not refute this either.So, Lord Krum decided to cut the long story short and to the point.

"Do you know about the attack on Gringotts in Bulgaria that was rumored a while ago?"

【Know. 】

Victor didn't even give himself time to analyze Grindelwald's voice—after all, this was the first time he heard the voice of the Great Devil himself, and immediately asked, "Did you send someone to do that?" Ask if this matter is relevant to you.

【It wasn't my people who did it. 】

Victor was silent for a moment, "I see, thank you." He returned the microphone to Heimdall, not wanting to take another look.

Heimdall knew that this was his limit, so he quickly slapped the master's face a few times, and the indecent slap sound was transmitted to the other side of the sea through the telephone line. Lao Caipi always felt that it was good to be young.

I'm fine, the master told him with his mouth, and took two more bites at his mouth.

"That's it," Heimdall said, picking up the phone. "For Victor's sake, you will pay for the phone call this time."

Lao Caipi was amused, [Which one was not mine? 】

Director Sturlusson didn't blush and didn't breathe, "Well done, you deserve praise, this is a rare opportunity, keep up the good work." After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Chief Grindelwald at the other end raised his eyebrows when he heard the beep, put down the microphone, and leaned back in his chair with a thoughtful expression on his face.

A wizard in a large cloak walked into the room—the tall waiter who had met Heimdall once, and stood respectfully behind without saying a word until Grindelwald came back to his senses.

"He's here?" Grindelwald didn't look back.

"coming."

"Let him in."

The waiter backed out.

The sky is falling and there is a tall man to support it. It is impossible to have a second Grindelwald in this era. It is said that the times make heroes.If people want to go after them, even if they stay at home honestly, they will not be at peace, and flowers, plants and small animals will also be hurt.After discussing with Victor, Heimdall decided to go to Wildberry Village for a spring outing on the weekend as planned.

With the help of the house elves, Heimdall happily packed his bags, stuffed a big bag with food and drink, and of course he didn't forget to include a pod cat.

Toffee and the others quit when they got the news, and they all came here to show their cuteness and beg to form a group. Heimdall had no choice but to appease them one by one, and told them righteously: We are not going to play, we are going to do serious business, and the pods are for work .

The master wanted to remind him that it would not be too late for you to hide that big stuffed cloth bag that was about to collapse.

Wild Berry Village is in a valley, and the outside of the valley is bare. Even if there are plants, they are rickety and dying. In short, it is very unsightly. Just looking at the scenery outside the valley makes people want to retreat.In the eyes of Muggles, this scene is even more gloomy, dilapidated and desolate, there are crows perched on dead branches and leaves from time to time, and their shiny eyes stare at people's hearts. Even a little curiosity will be consumed at the mouth of the valley. Exhausted.

There are caves in the valley. Although it is not a paradise, it can be called a beautiful scenery.They passed by a quiet lake with clear water, because it was early and the fog had not completely receded, the sun was jumping in the mist, and the reflections of the plants by the lake were faintly visible in the water.Several small houses with orange roofs and white walls are distributed around the lake, hidden among the plants mixed with mustard yellow, turquoise and rose red.

"It's really nice here." Heimdall stretched out his hand to caress the back of Pod squatting on his shoulder.

The black cat meowed. Since they entered the valley, the black cat has become very quiet.

Victor said: "This is the house of Vasilyevich's mother. His mother is a Muggle. According to Muggles, she has the blood of the Russian royal family, but she is not rich. It is not the kind of extravagance that people think of the noble family. At that time, the Russian wizarding world was not as open-minded to Muggle-born wizards as it is now. In order to learn magic, she could only leave home to seek opportunities, and then moved here."

"No wonder the headmaster looks so educated, his mother must be a very particular person." Heimdall suddenly said.

Victor nodded, "It's in my ears and eyes."

"Where's the headmaster's father?" Heimdall asked.

[That guy is a scum, ] suddenly said Pod, who had been silent for a while. [He used his young and handsome face to confuse his father's mother, deceived her affection, had sex with her, and then abandoned her.Later, he was found out because he was fooling around with other married women, and he had no skills, so he didn't dare to duel with others, so he fled to the Muggle world. In order to get money to survive, he revealed the news of his father's mother to the witch hunters. ]

Witch hunters were formed by the Muggle Church at that time to catch wizards. They wandered in the wilderness and bought seemingly unreasonable, treacherous and secret gossip from insiders in an attempt to catch all wizards.At that time, the wizarding world was not as secretive about the Muggle world as it is now, and the secrecy work was not at home.

"Is his mother okay?" Heimdall asked quickly.

Victor said: "It's okay. With the weapons and methods of Muggles at the time, it might be possible to catch everyone by surprise, but once the wizard is prepared, the situation will be reversed. After she escaped from danger, she found the man and ended him with her own hands."

Heimdall let out a "wow", "She is a woman with a strong and decisive personality."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have left home alone."

"No wonder the headmaster was raised that way," Heimdall said.

"What kind?" Victor raised the corner of his mouth.

Heimdall raised his hand and touched the master's small face, but smiled and said nothing.

"Where do we go next?" Heimdall asked.

"Go get the key to Dahlia's cabin." Dahlia is the principal's mother's name, and the cabin is named after her.

[Don't you have the key? ] Pod was surprised.

"Ivan gave it to someone, if that person keeps it," Victor said.

"How many years have passed, even if you keep it, you can't find it?!" Heimdall was speechless.

"If you can't find it, let's talk about it. If you can't open it, you smash the door." Victor looked resolute.

Heimdall laughed.