HP's Foreign Land

"Rig, Katerina said she would take us to live in Reykjavik!" Draco rushed in excitedly.

Heimdall nodded vaguely, "...Understood, Maisui was here just now."

Draco walked to the desk and found that he was concentrating on fiddling with photo frame puzzles. He looked like he couldn't stop, and couldn't help laughing, "Your hobbies are really similar to that great ancestor. I heard that Jolf S Turuson liked to play this while he was alive."

Heimdall froze.

Draco didn't notice, and said cheerfully, "Did Katerina say we're going to stay for a few days?"

Heimdall was still staring at the puzzle in his hand.

After waiting for a long time for his answer, Draco poked his head curiously, and Victor Krum's voice came from his ear.

"Maybe I will live there until school starts." Victor, who was sitting on a chair under the window, put down his book. "Or do you prefer to live in this house?"

Draco shook his head again and again, "It's nice here, but it's not free to come and go. It's better to live outside."

Stuluson's ancestral house and Malfoy Manor belong to the same nature. After the initial novelty passed, he felt bored. Brother dare not act recklessly.

To be honest, he really wanted to move.

"We're leaving in the afternoon." Victor reminded him.

"Really!" Draco exclaimed happily. "I still haven't finished writing the letter!" He said and ran out.

The room suddenly fell silent.

Heimdall dropped the photo frame, propped his chin on his hand, and stared blankly.

"Tired again?"

Heimdall shook his head, "I slept very well last night, and slept until dawn."

I have been dreaming for the past two days, and suddenly I stopped doing it and I am not used to it, and I feel that I am really cheap.

Heimdall stared out the window, lost in thought.

The morning sun shone into the room through the glass windows, making people's faces warm, and Heimdall squinted his eyes in the morning light.

"Jorph is much more pitiful than me."

Victor was taken aback.

He muttered again, "He has a speech impediment, and he would never kiss his mother if he didn't love his father. If it wasn't for Principal Vasilyevich later..." He sighed with emotion at this point. "The headmaster is really amazing, it seems that there is no one who can't-"

The jaw was pinched.

In a blink of an eye, Victor glared at him unkindly.

"Am I not good?"

Heimdall blinked in surprise, only to hear him ask again.

"Am I not good?"

"Of course you are not good!"

Victor froze for a moment, and suddenly withdrew his hand, and Heimdall grabbed the palm that seemed to be avoiding it, in a ridiculous way.

"For Yolf, of course you are not good, Principal Vasilyevich is the best, but for me, Victor Krum is the best!"

Victor laughed, feeling relieved.

As soon as Heimdall saw him like this, he understood, and he got into his trap again, curled his lips unhappily, and grabbed the jigsaw puzzle and began to fiddle with it.

Victor grabbed his hand and squeezed it, but he ignored it.

Victor laughed dumbfounded, "Actually, you understand everything, don't you?"

"When did I not understand?!" Heimdall let out a sigh of relief. "There is a feeling of being forced to win the lottery. It is obviously not Yolf, but you want to see Yolf's life in the past, and you are forced to understand his past," couldn't help laughing twice. "If I say this, I might be scolded for being ignorant of good and evil. If the 36 reincarnations that my father disposed of before knew that I could use this method to make myself justified, maybe I would pray to God and Buddha to get these memories."

A's arsenic, B's honey.

"So you understand now?"

When Heimdall heard this, he gave him an annoyed look, "What can I figure out, what do I need to figure out!" He put on a look of "It's wrong, I'm actually very calm". "This body is not mine, I am the one who arrived later, that is to say, the original Rieger is Jolf, and I am Heimdall!" After finishing speaking, he raised his chin happily, as if everything happened overnight. Problems have been solved.

Victor couldn't help but laugh.

"Why do you still dream, since it's not the original Rig."

Heimdall's complacent expression froze on his face.

"Why are you the one who survived instead of the original Rig?"

Heimdall was left speechless by the question.

Victor stood up and leaned over to hold his face, "Didn't you realize that your facial features are more and more characteristic of the Sturluson family."

Does that mean he's becoming more and more like Jolf?

Heimdall immediately collapsed on the table as if his lamp was exhausted.

"I understand, I understand..." He muttered discouragedly, "Just let me deceive myself for a while, so what!"

"You are Heimdall, and no one will deny that." Victor stroked his hair and said meaningfully. "If someone denies your existence, Rommel will definitely be the first to jump out and fight him desperately!"

Heimdall nodded repeatedly after hearing this, "Father is very disgusted with the idea of ​​reincarnation."

The moving and trusting words were particularly harsh, and Victor curled his lips.

"I've already asked for something." He took out the box with the puzzle.

Heimdall raised his head slowly, "Wouldn't it be better to leave it to the Sturlusson family?"

"Aren't you Sturluson?" Victor asked without answering.

Heimdall said nothing.

Victor opened the lid of the box, took out the ring, and handed it to Heimdall.

Heimdall hesitated for a moment, then took the ring.

Victor also hesitated for a while before putting on the pendant. Instead of putting it on the outside, it was stuffed inside the skirt of his robe.This chain is very strange, such a three-dimensional pendant, hidden in the smooth clothes, there is no trace of it.

Seeing that he was so straightforward, Heimdall hesitated to speak.

"We want to be happy and live every day peacefully, and let Yulf and Vasilyevich be a witness for us!" Victor said with a smile.

Heimdall looked at him blankly for a moment, then nodded vigorously, "We will live a better life than them!"

Put the ring on the middle finger.

"It seems a little out of place..." Tight.

Before the words finished, the ring automatically loosened by an inch.

Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that he was being cheap again, and refused to wear the ring when he got it. After finally overcoming the hurdle in his heart, he felt worried when he found it didn't fit.

"This ring was originally worn on the ring finger." Victor said.

Of course it will feel tight on the middle finger.

"It should be worn on the middle finger. Yolf is not married, and only married people wear the ring on the ring finger." Heimdall justified.

The ring that had just been locked was pulled out, and it was naturally his boyfriend who did it.

Heimdall was simply baffled.

Then, the ring was forcibly put on the ring finger.

"Baby, don't take it off." Victor held his left hand and said every word with burning eyes.

Heimdall looked at his ring finger tangled, and said hesitantly, "...you will save money."

Victor laughed out loud.

Heimdalton came to his senses and touched his nose uncomfortably, trying to get away with it.

How could Victor make him wish, he moved to the corner of his mouth and kissed him, swearing to the sky in a serious manner.

"Don't worry, you can save everything, except the wedding ring. I understand the truth."

Heimdall really wanted to dig a hole in the ground and go down.

***

Luoyue Mansion is located on a street with relatively dense traffic. There are colorful small houses on the side of the street. Looking around, it looks like a toy house built by children. It seems that the whole street is lively and childlike. The rising city is so rigid and impersonal.

Luoyue Mansion is also one of the toy houses, its appearance is no different from other houses on the street.

The person in charge of looking after the house was an old local wizard who would take his young grandson to patrol the Luoyue mansion every day. Although there were house elves cleaning and maintaining the house regularly, he would tidy it up himself to feel at ease.

Whenever he was cleaning, his little grandson would play spinning tops at the gate, and sometimes play with some Muggle toys, depending on the child's mood that day.

On this day, Luoyue Mansion ushered in several batches of wizards one after another. The old man at the gate had followed Katerina's order and brought his grandson home early, and he was probably enjoying the dinner cooked by his daughter-in-law at home right now.

So when Bjorn hurried over with the last rays of the setting sun, he couldn't appreciate the scene of children playing, even if he had, he didn't have time to pay attention.

He rushed into the gate quickly, and Katerina came out with a happy face.

"Everyone is here."

Bjorn was taken aback when he heard this, "Are they all here?"

"Yes!" Apparently, Katerina didn't expect that these wizards who were unusually out of touch on weekdays would respond to the call like this.

Bjorn frowned slightly, nodded, "Then let's go."

Katerina straightened her face, took half a step back automatically, and followed him upstairs.

The gate of Luoyue Mansion closed with a "babble".

There were occasional conversations in the brightly lit small hall. Most of the people present were indifferent and unwilling to talk to others. They all bore the surname of Stulusson, but they were not very enthusiastic.

It was in sharp contrast to the uproar at the party at the ancestral home that day.

Rommel hooked his lips.

The door of the small hall was pushed open.

Bjorn Sturlusson and Katerina Matthewsson Sturlusson walked in one after the other.

The voice stopped abruptly.

Bjorn looked around, raised his eyebrows in surprise, it was really complete, and when he glanced at the calm Rommel sitting in the corner, he smiled comprehensibly, it seems that their patriarch also contributed to this.

"First of all, I would like to thank everyone for taking time out of their busy schedules to come here, so I won't say any more polite words here."

Bjorn paused for a moment, then continued, "The reason for calling everyone here today is for one thing."

The people below were in unanimous agreement and calmed down, even though their eyes were looking elsewhere, their ears were pricked up.

"This thing is about Jolf..."

Before the words were finished, someone immediately rebounded, "It's Yolf again after a long time. I didn't go to the ancestral house because I didn't want to follow along. I didn't expect to be tricked in today." After finishing speaking, he got up and was about to go out.

As soon as this person moved, people responded one after another immediately.

The number of people in the small hall immediately decreased by one-third.

Bjorn didn't stop them and let them go. When the last "responder" left, he said, "Is there anyone else to go? If not, I'll continue."

When those who were still hesitating heard it, they became interested and gave up their impulse.

Hofs, who was sitting behind Rommel, smiled slightly when he saw it. He knew very well that the clansmen who were willing to stay were slow to act because of Rommel's face, and so did he himself. (PS: To remind those who may not remember, Hofs is Anar's father)

Bjorn nodded to Katerina, and Katarina clapped her hands, and everyone present immediately had an extra piece of parchment in their hands.

"This is the handwriting of my ancestor Suoron Sturlusson before his death. It has never been made public. It has been kept secretly by the descendants of Suorong. It can be said that today is the first time it has been released to the public."

When everyone heard it, they looked at the parchment in surprise.

The room suddenly fell silent.

After a while, shock appeared in their eyes. About Yolf, about reincarnation... the content of the notes completely overturned the inherent concepts that the family has always instilled in the clansmen.

A moment of trance appeared on everyone's faces.

Snow put down the parchment in a daze, and turned to look at Rommel whose face remained unchanged.

"Did you always know that?"

"I haven't read Suo Errong's notes, and you have heard that Bjorn is keeping these things. I just don't believe that Yolf will come back and talk about it, that's all." Rommel said sonorously.

"Could it be that today is for us to get to know each other again?" Snow was puzzled. If that's the case, there's no need to be so secretive. Wouldn't it be enough to just announce it to the whole family?

Rommel was silent.

Snow gave him a strange look.

He said vaguely, "I'll find out later."

Snow was even more inexplicable.

"I brought all the things that Principal Vasilyevich gave to my ancestors." Bjorn took out many small things, including the puzzle set.

Those who were more careful immediately found that the things mentioned in the notes were not included, "Where's the book with the purple cover?"

"Unfortunately, it has been destroyed." Bjorn sighed pretendingly.

The clansmen present here almost want to complain about their lack of care, how could such an important souvenir be destroyed at will?

"If this party is held two days earlier, everyone will still have a chance to see it."

"How did you do it? Was it burned or torn?" The clansmen couldn't bear it anymore, and the source of the responsibility is you!

"It's too late for me to offer it as a treasure, how could it be burned and torn?" Bjorn's eyes were wider than copper bells.

Then he waved his hand, and with a gesture of reluctance to talk about it, he said lightly: "Just yesterday, it was destroyed by Principal Vasilyevich."

The clansmen below were all dumbfounded, each one dumbfounded.

"You, who did you say was destroyed?" Everyone was almost in unison.

"Hard ears?" Bjorn pretended to be surprised. "I mean Headmaster Vasilyevich."

The clansmen blinked, and heard the same thing the second time, so it was not an auditory hallucination.

"Do you not believe it?" Bjorn asked with a smile.

They could only look back at him speechlessly, feeling that the smile was not flat no matter how they looked.

Katerina opened the puzzle box in public, and the pendant and ring appeared in front of them without reservation.

Someone gasped.

There are still quite a few people who know the goods among them.

"This……"

"Actually, these two items have been returned to their original owners, and Katerina just borrowed them from the owner." Bjorn felt that the momentum was almost built, and decided to go to the next level. "The reason why I invite all of you here is because, in my opinion, all of you here are smart people in our family."

"We're all out-of-group Sturlusons who don't believe in the so-called reincarnation theory." Someone made such a voice, and the speaker was Hofs.

"That's right, that's why I invite everyone to come, because we are all going the same way."

Everyone's faces changed unpredictable, and the room became quiet again.

"My ancestors believed that Jolf would come back, but not for the family." Bjorn was filled with emotion. "The reason why our branch doesn't fit in is because although we firmly believe that he will come back, the reason for coming back is not the set of rhetoric that the ancestors have facilitated and the family has been deceiving for hundreds of years."

"That means you actually believe in reincarnation." Hofs faced him from afar.

"Correct."

Hofs sneered, "I've said so much, and I've gone in such a big circle."

Bjorn didn't care.

"Okay, so, who is the reincarnation?" Hofs said loudly.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.

"Heimdall Strulusson!" Bjorn said decisively.

Everyone was in an uproar.

"what?"

someone shouted.

Everyone turned to look.

Snow Sturlusson stood up dumbfounded.