HP's Foreign Land

one,

Suo Errong, who failed to realize his beautiful ideal, withered for a few days and was resurrected with blood and blue on the spot, and a few days later he was a hero again.This day during the lunch break, I happily came to play with Yolf, and suddenly heard that Yolf was going to "throw himself into a trap" to the principal in the black tower, eating, living and sleeping together... Suo Errong was hit badly, completely He tried to revive himself before falling.

"You can apply to stay in school during the New Year's holiday, so there's no need to move into the Black Tower, right?" Although asking the principal for advice sounds very temperamental, Suo Errong has given up the idea of ​​letting Yolf and himself go home for the New Year.

The Durmstrang College of this era has not accumulated the scale and reputation of the [-]th century. The scope of enrollment only covers Northern Europe, Western Europe and some Central European regions, and the scope of radiation is very limited. Unless you apply in advance during the holidays, the school basically does not keep people. , but the number of students is not small compared with later generations.Perhaps the pure blood in the wizarding world also pays attention to natural selection just like the animals in nature. They either insist on blood inheritance and carry on the pure blood to the end; into one.

Heimdall listened to Thorrong's caring chatter calmly, put the book aside, straightened his back and looked into the other's eyes, "Thank you, my brother."

Thorrong was taken aback by Heimdall's sudden seriousness, his face was full of question marks and he was confused.

"I am very grateful for your care for me all the time, and thank your parents for taking care of me a lot." Heimdall didn't know what happened to the real Jolf. At first he thought he had resurrected, but Jolf and Vasilievich and Vasilyevich never had a life-threatening crisis in advance. As time went by, Heimdall gradually grasped the rhythm of life in the sixteenth century. The true return, the destination of the sixteenth century, where it came from and where it went.

It sounds absurd, but this matter is so weird and unique, presumably few people in the world have experienced three developments with their memories.

Suorrong's face changed drastically, "What's wrong with you, Yolf, why are you saying this!"

Heimdall found that the baby had a lot of brains, so he quickly comforted him, "I suddenly felt something, and I didn't specifically refer to anything." He was thanking Yolf, who owed this thank you for centuries, and finally paid it back today. up.

Heimdall's ultimate goal in this life is no longer to be famous, but to make himself live beyond 28 years, grow old with his master, raise the pods, and adopt a child if conditions permit. With a sweet smile, Thorrong, who was still ignorant, was stunned by the pretentious aura that Heimdall unconsciously radiated, and felt that Jolf was more incomprehensible to him than before.

The former justice of Stulusson began to think about how to arrange his retirement life after retirement not long after he started school...

"You can also ask the principal for advice while living in the school." Suoerrong struggled to straighten the crooked building back.

"Inconvenient," Heimdall said.

"...What do you want to do so conveniently?" It's a good thing that Yolf's autism is showing signs of recovery, but Suo Errong feels sad for no reason. This kind of yellow-flowered girl who has worked so hard to raise her beauty is afraid that she will be taken advantage of by stinky men. What's the matter with anxiety.

Heimdall just smiled and said nothing, his expression full of mystery beyond words.

Thorrong is not well.

two,

Before the new year, Heimdall moved into the Black Tower as he wished. How could the master, who was forced to eat vegetarian, resist the judge's ulterior motives?

Heimdall strolled slowly through the entire tower, admiring what should be appreciated and what can be seen, and walked to the cave in front of the iron window dangling with his hands behind his back, sat down carefully, and then leaned comfortably on the soft cushion.He still hasn't fully come to his senses, and he can't help but substitute old age and frailty into a young and healthy body, just like a young man in prime of life is dawdling like a dying old man.

The master withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, and the corners of his raised mouth couldn't be suppressed for a long time.

"Professor, why weren't you here two days ago, did you go out?" Heimdall lost control over the past two days, wondering why the person under house arrest disappeared in broad daylight?

"I will be able to leave the Black Tower after the new year. Didn't you find out that the guards of the tower have been transferred?" The master dipped the quill into the inkpot.

"I didn't notice," Heimdall said, his mood turned gray and beautiful. "Congratulations, you finally 'live on your own'."

The master wrote the last stroke on the parchment, put down his pen and waved to Heimdall.

Heimdall pretended not to see it, and leaned on the couch and turned his head to admire the magnificence of thousands of mountains and snow outside the iron window.

The master pushed away the chair, got up and walked over, sat down and took him into his arms.

"You said we should find a place to build a house, or live in my mother's former residence?" the master asked.

"Let's take a look around first," Heimdall said after thinking for a while. "I haven't personally experienced what the wizarding world looked like in the sixteenth century. When I have seen enough, I will find a secluded place to live. The communications and transportation in the Muggle world are still very backward these days. It is easy to find a place to live in seclusion. If you don't find it If it's appropriate, go to the village where your mother's former residence is, it's also good there."

The master kissed Heimdall's little face, "Listen to you."

Heimdall suddenly said with emotion, "Jolph's physical condition is better than mine. This skin is very healthy, and he is not short. In the future, [-] will be no problem."

Yolf's physical fitness is very good, perhaps Lusalka's blood has enhanced the wizard's physique, the skin is delicate, the elasticity and gloss are excellent, the body is well-proportioned, the waist is thin and the buttocks are curled up, the muscles are firm, and the eight-pack abs is just around the corner... …

Heimdall glanced at the master, who was confused by him.

Could it be that he is more handsome?The master thought happily.

"Jolph's physical condition," Heimdall said tut-tsk. "It's cheaper for you."

The master laughed, "Actually, Vasilyevich's is not bad, you will know later."

Heimdall sat up abruptly, spreading his paws to play hooligans.

The master who was stripped of his clothes couldn't laugh or cry, "My dear, be reserved!"

But Heimdall stopped suddenly, and his hands had already reached into the master's crotch swiftly.The master was touched by those evil little hands, his muscles tensed up, and his lifeblood was grabbed and compared. The master just felt a little bit, when Heimdall let go of the evil little hands, the master was in a state of turmoil, and it was terrible.

The master hurriedly pulled the person back, and there was no turning back when he opened the bow. It would be too irresponsible to give up halfway, and he insisted on sticking to the end.

"What are you doing in broad daylight, professor!" Heimdall exaggeratedly covered his chest.

"A good boy is one who has a beginning and an end." The master smiled charmingly.

"What nonsense are you talking about, I'm a pure first grader!" Heimdall covered his face instead.

"The pure first grader took off my clothes and touched my crotch?"

Heimdall opened his fingers and saw through the gaps between his fingers, "Feel the size, to be honest, it's a little longer than yours."

master:"……"

"I won't lie to you, Yolf's words seem to be a little longer than when I was a child."

The master was amused by Heimdall's self-deprecation.

Heimdall put down his hands and looked out of the window again, with a sad expression on his face, "Do you think modern people are getting longer and more degenerate?" He touched his face and looked at the crotch of the master, "I heard that Joel Husband is so beautiful that he has no friends." He glanced at the master's crotch again, "I heard that Vasilyevich doesn't have any friends either."

The master couldn't help laughing, hugging Heimdall and laughing.

"I'm serious!" Heimdall said that this is a very serious discussion, don't smile, it's unscientific!

three,

This year Durmstrang does not have Christmas, and the New Year holidays are not as long as those of later generations. The students do not want to waste their time returning home. Sourrong, who had packed up the night before, dragged it until the afternoon. Seeing that there was no way to let Hai Mudahl changed his mind, so he got on the carriage and flew into the sea of ​​clouds in a blink of an eye, under the watchful eye of Heimdall.

Heimdall looked away reluctantly, and spit out a cloud of white mist in the icy air.

Although Suo Errong nagged a little, it was out of love for Yolf. He was used to being surrounded by nagging all day long, but he was a little uncomfortable when he calmed down all of a sudden.

He walked back to the Black Tower, and the wizard sent by the Wizarding Union to monitor Professor Vasilyevich appeared again. Since the rumors that Vasilyevich was about to be acquitted, the guards did not stick to their posts, and they hadn't seen each other for several days He suddenly appeared at this moment, making Heimdall a little strange.

Thinking of the guard's undisguised insulting eyes when he first came to see the principal, Heimdall didn't want to talk to him too much, and he didn't even exchange pleasantries. He was about to go straight to the stairs when the black door slammed It was closed unexpectedly, between Heimdall and the stairs.

"Your little follower is gone?" The guard's frivolous tone and smile revealed his malicious intentions.

It is not the first time for Heimdall to be looked at by a wizard with obscene eyes, but it is not common, that is, he met a few times when he was young. All the teachers and students in the school can see how good the husband looks. Otherwise, Suo Errong would not be on guard like an old hen every day, for fear that if he is not careful, he will be taken advantage of.

He is not Yolf.

Fortunately he is not.

For the first time, Heimdall was glad that he replaced Yolf to face this disgusting obscenity.

Probably the guard thought that Heimdall's confidence was all under the protection of Thorrong, but instead he lost his memory of the strong and selective strength that Heimdall showed when he met him for the first time. Could it be that he was caught in some kind of inaction during the period? Known magic to change memories?The former justice greeted the guard with great interest, and the guard, who was full of unsightly thoughts in his mind, shuddered at the stare, feeling timid in his heart.

Heimdall grinned at him, and the guard was fascinated immediately. Under the deliberate temptation of the judge, he stretched out his palm to Heimdall's face, and kept saying, "Beauty, I miss you so much. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you..."

Merlin, Jolf is still a boy.

It was enough for the other party to take the initiative, and the former justice needed the other party to give him a reason to fight back. Although the concept of law-abiding in the wizarding world is still in its primitive state these days, it mainly advocates an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Law and justice only exist when they are needed. It will only appear when the time comes, and the solution of the wizards is to use violence to control violence.

Heimdall petrified him under the guard's unbelievable stare, and he said leisurely: "Is it strange that the first grade can use magic? The first grade also needs to protect itself. In case of encountering criminals, can we just catch them without a fight? You see, Wouldn't it come in handy now?"

The former justice felt that he was really old. How could he be so wordy and gentle when he was young.

Heimdall levitated Mr. Warden and pushed him with his wand towards the vice-principal's office.

I heard that the vice principal would drink a glass of wine in front of the fireplace in the room at this time every day. I hope the vice principal will not mind his interruption.

four,

Victor and Heimdall ushered in the new year in Florence in the [-]th century. In the early morning, they toasted each other in the faint light to celebrate this wonderful reincarnation and rebirth.

The New Year gift from the master surprised and delighted Heimdall. He took Heimdall to the pet shop on the bustling Wizard Street, took the box from the smiling shopkeeper, and showed him the carefully prepared gift—— A young queen falcon.

Looking at the little black thing in the box, Heimdall's eyes were softened by memories. He rubbed the little head of the queen falcon cub lightly with his fingertips. The ugly little guy hadn't opened his eyes yet, they closed them Flapping his weak little wings twice, Heimdall involuntarily hugged the box tightly, looked up at the master, his eyes were filled with a heart-pounding light, which made the whole face more radiant, and the shopkeeper who was watching swallowed.

The master put his arms around Heimdall's shoulders calmly, turned around, and just blocked the innkeeper's sour look.

"My house-elf will contact you." The master dropped these words and led Heimdall into the bustling crowd with strides.

Heimdall's attention was all on the Queen Falcon, and the neglected master seemed to inadvertently reminded that holding it in his hand was not conducive to the survival of the cubs. Heimdall, who broke free from the memory, immediately handed the box to the house elf, Ask it to take good care of it.

"Thank you dear, I like it very much." Heimdall grabbed Victor's hand.

The master pretended to be wronged, "You only like presents."

"I like you the most." It's not the first time that the former justice has done this job. Old children, old children, Victor has become childish from time to time since he passed the 60 mark. Of course, Heimdall is also not immune. Fortunately, their children The tempers did not choose to explode at the same time... Even if they did, Mionier was clever enough to smooth things over.

Victor noticed that his wife's expression was wrong, and he forgot that he was losing his temper. He stroked his wife's cheek and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"I miss my son." And grandson...

Victor sighed and hugged Heimdall's back. In the eyes of others, the scene of the two snuggling together was particularly warm.

Not far away, Osgrim witnessed this scene through layers of wizards. He held the child born for him by true love in his hand, and followed true love by his side. In the eyes of others, they were an intimate family. Thousands of wizard families in the world are naturally harmonious.

The only unnatural thing is the face of the father of the family of four, whose emotions are quite different from the joyful and peaceful atmosphere around him.