HP's Foreign Land

Elder Katharina is an activist. As soon as Heimdall got up from the bed the next day, she rushed over excitedly and said that she would take him out for a walk.

"I haven't had breakfast yet." Heimdall, who was wearing pajamas, with messy hair and didn't even have time to brush his teeth, couldn't stand her enthusiasm.

"I'll take you to have breakfast!" Katerina said enthusiastically.

Heimdall is sweating profusely, do you still need breakfast?

He is pushed into the bathroom by Katerina.

After washing and changing clothes, Heimdall said, "My cousin..."

"The kid from the Malfoy family, isn't he? Then take him with you!" Katerina said in a straightforward manner.

Draco, who was still soundly asleep, was dragged up from the bed by them, and after a while, he followed out the door sleepily and inexplicably.

Before going out, he rubbed his eyes and asked, "Where are we going?"

A trace of sadness appeared on Heimdall's face, "Go and have breakfast."

Draco's hand rubbing his eyes froze, and when they walked down the stairs, he remembered to ask who the familiar old lady was.

"Wait, dear." Katerina patted Draco on the shoulder, raised her head abruptly, stepped down two steps in three steps at a time, and the old wooden floor suddenly creaked.

Slightly piercing waves rippled into the distance.

Heimdall blinked suspiciously, and didn't step on the plush carpet that was well laid in the middle, why did he deliberately step on the floor next to it?

There was a slight commotion in front of him suddenly, and a figure stopped abruptly as soon as it emerged, and then hurriedly turned and ran back.

Draco narrowed his eyes, "Isn't that... that... who is that!"

Master Malfoy did not remember his name.

"Solgil Strulusson," Heimdall reminded him.

Draco waved his hand, "It's that person anyway!" He frowned in confusion. "What's the matter with him? Why did you run away when you saw us?"

Are you hiding from them, or from her?

Heimdall raised his eyes to look at Katerina's expression, and saw a faint smile on her face, and a hint of relief and excitement after a successful prank flashed in her eyes, and she couldn't help laughing.

Excessive hospitality can really make people feel disgusted. It seems that this elder really doesn't want to get close to Solgil, and even doesn't hesitate to make him bore him.

So, Heimdall said to Draco, "Maybe he forgot something."

Katerina took them to the first floor, and then turned around and went straight into an inconspicuous small door next to the stairs. Inside the small door was a small but bright and tall space, about fifteen square meters, all made of black and white Made of marble, there is a relief sculpture of a half-length figure with smooth lines on the walls on both sides. After entering the door, you can see a small black door on the opposite wall.

The huge crystal chandelier above the head released bright light, and every corner of the room was exposed without hiding.

Under the illumination of the crystal lamp, the marble reliefs glow with round and clear luster, which adds solemnity and solemnity to the static stone sculptures with their heads held high.

As soon as people enter here, they will involuntarily breathe lightly and stand upright in front of the statue.

Katerina suppressed her smile after entering the door, and said to the two boys: "These two are heroes who followed the first generation patriarch to expand the territory. He is still highly respected by the tribe." Speaking of this, he added a sentence vaguely. "Of course, even so, it's still not as good as that genius."

Heimdall and Draco didn't know what to say, and they didn't dare to speak after hearing her words.

The three hurriedly left the corridor and entered the small door opposite.

There is a hole in the sky inside the small gate.

Completely different from the solemnity just now, what is displayed in front of you is a sea of ​​colorful plants.

Warm sunlight shines into the room through the white wooden grille glass roof, making the room about [-] square meters spacious and bright. The room is filled with flowers and plants of various colors. Under the big tree reaching to the ceiling, golden birdcages about the size of two palms hang among the layers of green leaves in the canopy.

A few cages were piled with white balls of paper.

While Heimdall and Draco were wondering why they stuffed paper balls in the birdcage, Katerina suddenly called out, "Bjorn!"

No one answered.

She yelled again.

There was a rattling sound from the tall flowers, and an old man over the age of seventy came out, wearing a dark brown robe and holding a small shovel in his hand, with an unhappy expression on his face.

"I'm not deaf yet."

Katerina smiled, didn't care about his attitude, and said directly: "I'll accompany you to have breakfast."

Bjorn still had a straight face, "I've already eaten."

"It's not just me," he specially walked around behind the two children and held them by the shoulders. "Also bring guests."

Bjorn's gray eyebrows frowned, and his sharp eyes glanced at the other two uninvited guests in displeasure.

Draco's expression became unnatural.

Heimdall was calm on the face, but his heart was pounding.

After a while, Bjorn said, "It's up to you." He went back into the flowers with a small shovel.

Katerina smiled brightly, and pulled the two children to sit on the rattan chair under the tree.

Breakfast was served quickly.

Katerina handed the cups full of fruit juice to the children. As soon as Heimdall picked up the cups, he saw a white thing seeping through the glass ceiling. A paper airplane with a blue rippling edge slid past their heads and entered a birdcage half-filled with balls of paper.

"The paper airplanes in our house are divided into seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple. Among them, the red paper airplane is the most urgent, and in turn, purple and blue appear most often in life. "

Katerina explained while eating.

Heimdall looked at Bjorn, who was still rustling among the flowers, and nodded knowingly. In other words, purple and blue are things that can be put on hold for the time being.

Then I thought again, "The one just now was..."

"Look at me, I forgot." Katerina smiled helplessly, "Bjorn Strulusson, one of the elders, but he doesn't care too much, otherwise he wouldn't use these birdcages to hold paper airplanes. In addition to serving his flowers and plants, the biggest hobby in Li is painting."

Heimdall nodded, no wonder he didn't seem to see Elder Bjorn in the front hall yesterday.

Katerina took her chin and tapped the red wooden door that was faintly visible among the flowers, "That's his personal studio, it's very precious, and usually no one is allowed to enter it, I've been in it once in my life, it's full of painting tools in a mess And his masterpieces, I really don’t understand, isn’t the painting just for people to see, he is good, he just hides it after painting.”

"As for me, I like to come here for breakfast the most." Katerina picked up the cup, looked at the beautiful scenery in front of her, and exhaled comfortably.

After breakfast, Katerina looked at them hesitantly, Draco said "Oh" and said to Heimdall: "I haven't finished writing my letter, so I won't go with you."

A hint of appreciation immediately appeared in Katerina's eyes, what a clever child.

Heimdall was a little nervous, why can't he take Draco with him, he is not a serious Sturluson!

After thinking about it, Katerina wouldn't make things difficult, but after staying for a day, Heimdall deeply realized that everyone in this family had a hard time living.

Draco walked out of the sun room, and Katerina took Heimdall to a wall of the sun room. There was a curtain of day lilies inlaid with light yellow, grass green and grape purple hanging on the wall. The strange thing is that this side There are obviously no windows on the wall.

Katerina slid the curtains across the wall with a single swipe, and then slid them back with another swipe.

Heimdalton was dumbfounded.

A door appeared out of nowhere on the solid wall.

Heimdall immediately went to look at Bjorn, only to see that he turned a deaf ear and turned a blind eye, and was focused on playing with his crab claw orchid.

"Little cutie, don't be in a daze, just follow." Katerina opened the door, Heimdall walked in, and the door closed behind them.

At this time, Bjorn, who was in the flowers, raised his head, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Inside the door is a short section of masonry-paved stairs extending downwards. On the stone walls on both sides, there are wall lamps with owls holding pearls every five steps. Each lamp has a different shape. There are ten lamps in two rows. Heavy.

At the top of the stairs is a painting. This painting looks familiar. It is exactly the same as the picture of snowy owl sleeping soundly hanging on the wall of the small study room, except that the painting is in the daytime, and this painting is in the night, covered with green shades. There is a sense of tranquility at night, only a small piece of sky is left in the upper right corner, and the crescent moon shines silver for thousands of miles, shining brightly in the sky.

The owls are squatting in the center of the picture, and when they approach, they can be seen in a blink of an eye, and the amber pupils are shining like jewels in the night.

Katerina said a password—Heimdall didn't understand it, and the owl immediately spread its wings, flapped its wings a few times in the center of the screen, and rushed towards them.

Heimdall backed away in shock. Of course, what he was worried about did not happen, and the portrait creaked open like a door.

Under Katerina's smiling eyes, Heimdall touched his nose awkwardly.

The paintings of the wizarding world are so bluffing.

They got in one after the other.

When Heimdall's feet stepped on the ground, a golden light suddenly appeared in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, and then he heard a series of chi chi chi chi, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

The sudden change in light and darkness made Katerina close her eyes uncomfortably. After a while, she still didn't hear Heimdall's voice, so she laughed, "The books placed here are the books that our Sturluson family has been guarding until now. How about rare books, are you scared?"

Yes, he was intimidated.

This room, the lamp above the head, the bookcases reaching the ceiling all around, including the peacock blue woven carpet-covered low-backed chandelier placed in the center...all these have become the reappearance of the scene in the dream.

In the dream, the dying Yolf was lying on the bed.

His eyes moved from the long slumped end to the bright slate floor. At that time, blood poured down from the long slumped surface along the foot of the slab to the ground, converging into a large pool of shocking scarlet. Now, All this has become the mist of history.

Today, no one will remember, and it is impossible for anyone to remember.

……except him.

"Is this the place where the family used to store books?" Heimdall heard his own voice very calm.

"Yes." Katerina led him to a bookcase and said cheerfully, "How about it! Are you surprised?"

Heimdall was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I was frightened."

***

There was no dream that night, and he woke up at dawn the next day, feeling refreshed.

In the next few days, he ran to the library whenever he was free. He thought that he would have a mental disorder, but ended up eating, sleeping, and doing everything well. Sometimes when he looked in the mirror, he felt that his face was rounder than before.

He has been in and out of the sun room so many times that he even talked to Elder Bjorn and helped him trim the plants.

Later Bjorn put on a condescending look and said that he could consider drawing a portrait for him. Heimdall didn't think so, but he was still grateful to Dade, and he believed in his heart that the elder probably had a whim, maybe Turn around and forget.

The letters sent by Heimdall received replies one after another, and only Victor's letter disappeared without reply.

He began to fidget, and as the days passed, he became more and more restless.

Seeing his father hesitating to speak several times, Rommel pretended to be deaf and dumb as if he didn't understand.

Katerina didn't know how she knew about this, she joked a few words with a smile, and then suggested that he invite her boyfriend here. Rommel just snorted and didn't object.

Heimdall was worried that Victor's training plan would be disrupted, and what to do if it affected the selection results.

After several considerations, he still sent an invitation letter. If there was no reply this time, he would rush to find someone.

Heimdall secretly made up his mind.

Katerina patted his head and said with a smile: "Don't worry, cutie, as soon as your boyfriend arrives here, I'll let the elf take him to meet you, no matter where you are in the ancestral house at that time , I will turn a blind eye and close my eyes.”

Heimdall smiled wryly, his request was very low, as long as Victor could write him back.

Unexpectedly, the reply this time was very quick, and the content of the letter was very brief: I will arrive the day after tomorrow.

That night he lost sleep looking at the ceiling.

Heimdall sat on the bed and got sulking for a while—angry at himself, then climbed out of bed and lit the lamp, sat at the desk and absorbed the things he had read in the library during the day, and this absorption was directly digested into the white belly of the East.

If you don't sleep at night, you will of course doze off during the day.

After eating lunch with his eyelids stretched, he left Draco and went to the library.

As for how he fell asleep, I have no memory at all.

When someone patted his face and anxiously called his name, Heimdall was startled, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the person he was worried about was right in front of his eyes, looking at him intently.

Intense emotions collided in his eyes, and Heimdall couldn't understand the surging panic and pain.

Sitting up, "What's the matter with you? What happened?"

Victor didn't speak, his face was very ugly, he picked him up and took a few big steps back, and sat on a wooden chair in the corner, as if he wanted to avoid the long chair far away.

Heimdall opened his mouth in surprise, looked at his pale boyfriend, and then at Chang Ting.

Suddenly, he understood something.

He grabbed Victor's hand and touched his chest, "I have a heartbeat, I'm still alive."

Victor's eyes were fixed, and the vibrations from the palm of his hand were transmitted to his heart, gradually calming down his chaotic thoughts.

After a while, he let out a long breath and relaxed.

"Baby, I miss me so much." His voice was a little hoarse, with a trace of tension that hadn't faded away in the future.

Hearing his boyfriend's eagerness and eagerness, Heimdall immediately leaned over to the chicken to peck at the rice.