HP's Foreign Land

On this day, Heimdall and Victor had just passed through the marble hall when they were stopped by Bjorn's house-elf crayon.

"Please follow me, both of you." They were not given a chance to speak at all.

When Heimdall walked into the sun room, he realized that the sun room is more popular today.

In addition to Elder Bjorn, Katerina and Solger were also there, and there were a few people I didn't know. They had met once at the clan gathering in the front hall that day, and they should all be members of the elders' group.

Crayon took the two to the table and chairs under the tree, served tea and snacks, and then disappeared.

Heimdall understood what Bjorn meant, and it was inconvenient to go in and out of the library at will. Even if these elders knew it well, he might give Carter a lot of money if he blatantly brought Victor in and out of the first-class treasure land of the Struluson family. Elder Linna added unnecessary trouble.

What's more, the star of hope of the Sturlusson family is also here.

Heimdall and Victor discussed going back after having some snacks. These days they were all housed in the library, and they should go for a drive. Even if they didn't go to sea, it would be better to see the scenery on the island.

Victor would naturally not object.

The debate over there gradually grew louder.

I saw the elders talking quickly around Bjorn, but Bjorn shook his head frequently, as if he refused to agree even if he was bitten to death.

Katerina is also a member of the encirclement. She is not as aggressive as the others, and she feels insincere no matter how you look at it.

"I'm busy, I don't have time to help him paint!" Bjorn's roar came suddenly, mixed with English and German.

Heimdall listened half-knowingly, and it took a while to understand what they were arguing about.

However, the focal person in the topic did nothing and stood aside, as if staying out of the matter.He was even in the mood to look around. When Solger's gaze slowly moved to this side, Heimdall immediately lowered his eyes and looked at his teacup, not wanting to meet that gaze in the slightest.

However, Victor found that the gaze skipped them directly, without lingering at all, it seemed that he didn't pay attention to them at all.

He smiled coldly in his heart.

"If he keeps his own place, it's fine."

Heimdall raised his eyes in surprise.

Victor turned his face and smiled at him with a soft expression, "What's the matter?" He picked up a piece of snack and put it to his mouth.

Heimdall subconsciously bit the snack and ate it silently. It was hard to believe that the trembling whisper just now came from Victor's mouth...

"If you don't have time, you don't have time!" Bjorn yelled again, and he also gave the order to evict the guest.

The elders quarreled again, and Bjorn was so annoyed that he moved three steps away from the crowd and took two steps away from the encirclement. Before they surrounded him again, he pointed with his hand and spoke quickly in German. say -

"I am painting them, and I will never paint another person's portrait until the painting is finished!"

Heimdalton stared blankly, biting a snack and looking at Victor, how could he be dragged into the water even if he was sitting upright?

I knew it would not come.

An elder in a smoky gray silk robe completely took Bjorn's words as excuses. Even if it was true, so what? Is there anything bigger than Sauljer?

"Can they compete with Saul Gerber? Just promise us first, let them go later..."

The elder was talking vigorously, but was stopped by another elder whose face changed slightly, and said something hastily in his ear, and glanced at Heimdall from time to time with ulterior motives.

The elder in the smoky gray robe immediately stopped talking, looked at Heimdall uncomfortably, hummed vaguely twice, and fell silent.

In fact, Heimdall was ignorant and didn't understand what they were arguing about afterwards. Seeing that the two kept looking here, he turned to Victor and asked, "Why do they keep looking at us?"

Victor shook his head, expressing his incomprehension.

Heimdall let out an "oh", and continued to eat the snacks very Ah Q.

After a while, it dispersed over there.

Heimdall jumped up happily, Victor grabbed him, took out a handkerchief and wiped off the crumbs stuck to his mouth.

He smirked twice in embarrassment.

"Little cutie, come here, Katerina will accompany you back to change clothes." Elder Katarina grabbed Heimdall's hand with great interest and dragged him outside.

The elders who hadn't left immediately blew their beards and stared at them, and Bjorn immediately yelled loudly when they saw it.

"Caterina, don't interfere, art must come from the heart, and he can wear whatever clothes he wants!"

Those elders were even more angry, if that's the case, then what is there to change!

Show off! ! !

Katerina repeatedly said "Got it" and dragged Heimdall to the outside. Heimdall hurriedly turned around, and Victor immediately followed.

"Yes, you have to change one too!" Katerina was very satisfied with Victor's "consciousness".

The elder in the smoky gray robe felt that he had been humiliated in public, and his face was very ugly. He walked up to Soljar's side stiffly, "I think the ancestor of Bjorn was able to become the seventh patriarch because of Jor A word from my husband before he died."

The implication is that Bjorn Strulusson is an ungrateful person who does not know how to repay his favor.

"If the seventh patriarch has knowledge, I don't know how he will curse him! No wonder the seventh generation has only one seedling, Bjorn." The elder murmured in disbelief.

"Since that's the case, why bother him? I appreciate your kindness, and it doesn't matter to me whether you keep the portrait or not." Solger's tone was light, as if everything in the world couldn't be remembered in his heart, and he seemed lighthearted The clouds are calm and indifferent.

When the elders heard this, their hearts were sour and astringent, they scolded the deteriorating world and scolded the clansmen for their ignorance of good and evil and throwing away the basics and chasing the last.

Solger still looked indifferent and didn't say a word.

When the elders saw it, they were immediately relieved, and their hearts of affirmation and support became more and more firm.

On this side, Katerina has pushed Heimdall into the room.

"Rather than being used as a basis for criticism in the future, it's better to make the fake come true, and let Bjorn help you draw a picture!" This is Katerina's argument to persuade Heimdall to give in.

He also called Draco over with great fanfare, and even asked the toffee and pods to come together for reference.

Doudou meowed, and nestled on the table without moving.

Toffee looked at her throwing out the clothes in the closet one by one without knowing why, and immediately became excited, pushing this one with her paws, and then leaning up to look at that one, not to mention, she is really a stylist serious posture.

"Why do you have so little clothes?" Katerina was quite dissatisfied with Heimdall's clothes and hats.

Heimdall looked at the pile of clothes and muttered softly.

"Would you like to see mine?" Draco suggested from the side.

"Yes! Although your cousin is taller than you, you should be about the same size." After Katerina said, she pulled Draco and ran out.

"Do I have to change clothes?" Heimdall said in a difficult way.

"Change to another one, or it will be endless." Victor opened the other door of the wardrobe, which contained his clothes, and took out an iron-gray robe, and replaced the snow-blue robe on his body.

Seeing this, Heimdall patted his head, rummaged through the pile of clothes, and picked out a silver-gray silk woven robe for comparison.

"How is it?" Turning back, he winked at Toffee.

Toffee circled around him decently, seemingly satisfied.

[What does it know! ] The pod cat can't laugh or cry.

Heimdall didn't think so, he gave Toffee a thumbs up with a smile, and put on this silk robe.

Toffee immediately puffed up her chest and tightened her stomach, as if very proud of herself.

As soon as Heimdall turned his head and saw Victor staring at him fixedly, he hesitated and said, "Isn't it pretty?"

Victor laughed, "It's very nice."

There was a trace of something Heimdall couldn't understand in his eyes.

"Oh, this one is very good!" Katerina's voice suddenly sounded, and she hurried over and looked around Heimdall, her eyes full of joy and amazement. "You are very well dressed, and the silver color matches you very well." When she found that the tie that matched the robe was embroidered with the tree pattern of the Stulupine family on the tie rolled with bright silver thread, the smile in her eyes was even wider.

"We chose for a long time in vain." Draco slumped down on the chair as if discouraged.

"It's okay," Katerina reassured Draco. "It's a big deal to ask Bjorn to paint another one. I have a strong relationship with him. If I ask him to paint another one, he will definitely not refuse."

Heimdall couldn't help sweating profusely.

***

The place Bjorn chose to paint was his studio. There was a large glass window inside the studio. Outside the window, there were verdant flowers and trees. Looking into the distance, one could faintly see the sparkling water between the sky and the water.

In front of the large glass window, there is a simple single-seat sofa with large white roses embroidered on the fabric cover, densely carved exquisite patterns on the armrest, and four uniquely shaped flower bones on the four legs of the sofa. .

Bjorn stroked his chin and looked at the two of them, directing Heimdall to sit on the sofa, and Victor to stand beside the sofa.

When Heimdall sat down, his posture was a little stiff, for fear that he might accidentally break the old-looking sofa chair.

It is very boring to be drawn by others. You have to keep the original posture. Fortunately, Bjorn is quite fast. After the draft is drawn, you don’t have to restrain them anymore. You just need to maintain the general posture. Talk, turn your head, and move your arms freely.

After a whole day of tossing around, there was nothing else to do. When they left, Bjorn told them to continue tomorrow, and emphasized that they must never give up halfway.

Heimdall's face immediately collapsed.

And let no one live.

While muttering, they asked Victor in a low voice if he was tired, and they both walked out of the studio.

During this period, facing the paintings all over the room, he didn't even raise his eyelids.

Bjorn beat his chest.

These are all his proud works, and they are specially placed here to show off... No, they are specially placed here for people to appreciate, why doesn't this kid know how to grasp the timing?Others can't see it if they want to see it!

It was Krum who had an artistic eye, and saw the subtleties at a glance, and only looked at his most proud works.

Thinking of this, Bjorn turned pale.

I dipped my pen in the paint and painted a few more strokes. In the light and shadow changes, the pen wandered around, using a thin layer of dark color as a base, then squinted my eyes and stared for a while, trying to recall the appearance and appearance of the two people. Action, after a while, I added a few strokes.

A few minutes later, he put down the paintbrush, picked up the sketchbook beside him and started to draw quickly. This time, before the crayon reminded him, he stopped suddenly, and looked at the high-end notebook from near to far in front of the light. There was a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

Then, he quickly glanced forward, the shock on his face became more obvious the more he looked.

Until the end, he suddenly dropped the notebook and ran to a corner cabinet in the studio in a panic.

The easel was knocked to the ground by him, but he remained indifferent.

The crayon immediately raised the easel and re-supported it. She was shocked by the master's gaffe, but she didn't dare to disturb her. She could only watch helplessly as the master drew out her wand and knocked rhythmically on the door of the corner cabinet. The ground is divided into two parts, revealing the three-layer stone collection rack inside.

The clever crayon had already locked the door of the studio, and stood by holding his breath. The strange light in Bjorn's eyes made him fearful and worried.

The owner hadn't opened that corner cabinet in over five years.

With slightly trembling hands, Bjorn took out a dark purple leather book, and carefully carried it to a chair beside him.

Crayon immediately offered him a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but he pushed it away.

"Quick, get my sketchbook." Bjorn panted slightly, with a layer of impatience wrapped in his voice.

The sketchbook is immediately at hand.

"Open to my latest sketches of characters."

The book flipped up and down, and stopped on a certain page.

Bjorn immediately opened the purple leather book in his hand, moving very gently, as if he was afraid of breaking something.

Contrast page by page, examine page by page, ponder over and over again.

The expression ranges from surprise, to shock, to doubt, to hesitation, to dullness, and finally to conviction.

He gently caressed one of the pages of the purple leather book, the angle, the contrast of light and dark, and the smile were so similar to one of the pages under his hand that they were almost exactly the same.

"It turned out that I wasn't painting him. I was looking for him through the principal's painting."

Bjorn murmured and closed the book, stunned for a moment, his back was a little bent.

"Master..." Crayon called timidly.

But Bjorn stood up abruptly, startling Crayon.

"Owner?"

Bjorn turned a deaf ear, put down the purple leather notebook carefully, and hurriedly walked towards the easel in front of the window, staggered halfway, overturned the paint box, and immediately spilled all kinds of paint on the ground, but he didn't care, just focused on He ran to the easel and carefully looked at the new work he was drawing just now.

Crayon, who didn't know where he was, followed him every step of the way to clean up the mess, and the worry in his heart deepened.

"Quick! Take off the decorative curtain on that wall!" Bjorn shouted excitedly.

The crayon froze, and immediately did so.

The curtain of orange and green double-color stripes disappeared, and a portrait of two people sitting and standing appeared before their eyes.

Bjorn suddenly burst into tears.

"It's him, it's really him..." He stumbled and ran over, crying and laughing.

Crayon looked at him stupidly, speechless for a moment.