HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 274 I wish people a long time

That day, Yolf said to me: "Sorrong, can you draw a portrait for me?"

I was very surprised when I heard that, and couldn't help saying in a low voice: "I...you know I'm studying..."

"I know." The smile lines on Yolf's face were very shallow, but the smile in his eyes was very strong. "You went to Florence last summer, and you had a famous painter as your teacher."

"My teacher was a Muggle."

"So what, your parents are very supportive of your hobbies." There was undisguised envy in Yolf's voice.

When he said this, I immediately felt embarrassed.

"But the tribe..." Because I found myself a Muggle teacher, the tribe has always been very critical of this matter.

"If you are successful in one skill, you should devote your whole life to it. What about wizards, what about Muggles."

I'm very excited.

Yolf is not one of those pretentious people who stick to the old rules. He understands my pursuit. Apart from my parents, he is the brother in this family who most supports me in Muggle painting.

I agreed on the spot, but hesitated when I heard that I wanted to paint a double portrait of the principal and him.

"The principal is better at drawing than I am." I always feel a little tricky.

"There are many people in the world who are better than your paintings."

I choked, thinking I could forgive him for being blunt.

Everyone said that Yolf was arrogant, but in fact they all blamed him wrongly. Yolf has had some obstacles in speaking since he was born. He has always been a quiet person, doing his own things silently, and is not good at communicating with others.

Only when he gets along with Principal Vasilievich will he talk more, and the principal always has a way to guide him to express his thoughts with his voice.

The headmaster was a patient and knowledgeable man, and it was no surprise that Jolf was attracted to him.

I'm really happy for Jolf, it's great that someone can love him so much.

I remembered that Jolf once mentioned to the principal that he looked good in silver robes, so I suggested that he wear his best silver-gray silk robes on the day of painting.

Yolf was noncommittal, but he wore the robe anyway on the day of the painting.

I winked at him, and he kept staring at a certain wall, as if a flower had bloomed there.

I made the first stroke with both excitement and apprehension...

A month later, he died.

I hurried home from Florence.

I had painted and framed their portraits, and they were sent back with my luggage.

I went to Florence this time to ask my teacher to give me some suggestions to see if I can paint better.

But it's all over, and I didn't even see him for the last time.

It suddenly occurred to him that Yolf might have had a premonition long ago, so these days he is more patient with his brothers and sisters in the clan than before, no matter what everyone asks, he tolerates it, including those unsound gossip.

Holding the portrait, I felt a coldness in my heart.

Heine—my sister, told me that before his death, Yolf recommended me to the adults to be the next patriarch, and said that Aunt Sonia has been forcing him, forcing him to make a choice, at least say one name.

However, as soon as my name was uttered, another uproar was set off. When he was dying, the adults were still chattering grimly about how to maximize the benefits from him.

I hate them, they never give him peace, they won't let him go until he's dying.

Where is Jolf buried, I have not seen his tombstone.

Hai Ni said that the principal took him away, and the adults were just arguing and didn't care whether he was dead or alive. When the principal took him away, the juniors didn't stop him. brother stopped.

I shed tears.

At least, is it possible to think of it this way, Yolf is finally with the principal without any worries, he is happy.

Happier than staying here and looking at these ugly, loathsome faces.

"Brother, don't be sad, he will come back." Hai Ni's eyes suddenly flashed bright light.

I looked at her in surprise.

"What I said was true, everyone heard it, and he told the principal that he would definitely come back to him."

Really?Can I believe such nonsense?

There was a trace of inexplicable emotion in the mournful expressions of the brothers and sisters.

Do you all believe it?

So...can I also believe...

Two years later, I finally met Principal Vasilyevich again. At this time, I had become the patriarch of the Struluson family, and the principal was no longer the principal.

His words and deeds are as elegant and calm as ever, the candlelight is reflected on his face, and when his eyes turn, there is a little red light in the pupils, flickering, like two groups of flames that will not be extinguished, with the peace before death .

I was terrified to see that he was burning his life.

The principal brought Jolf's things, a lot of small things, including a set of jigsaw puzzle frames and a small metal box with jeweled lids and puzzles embedded in it. These two things were Jolf's favorite things to play with during his lifetime, no wonder Didn't see them when packing up the relics in the room.

The principal also took out a purple leather notebook, which I flipped through after I took it, and was surprised to find that it was full of Jolf's sketches, so I quickly pushed the notebook back.

The headmaster shook his head and said he didn't need it anymore.

I silently accepted everything.

Yolf in the portrait is always frozen, frozen lifelessly, is he still not dead?

I look forward to praying for a miracle every day.

I didn't dare to ask about Jolf, and the headmaster didn't say a word.

After the principal left, I vaguely remembered that the flying eagle pendant he had been hanging on his chest was gone.

Another month passed, and the people in the clan had gradually forgotten about Jolf, the genius who died young. Everyone no longer talked about his name, and sometimes when they occasionally mentioned him, they would have an ignorant look. Trance.

Only two years, just two years.

Just when I was complaining about the infidelity and ungratefulness of the clansmen, Heine's house elf appeared in shock. With a thump in my heart, I ran out of the room and into the tea room next to the sun room.

Both of them became conscious in that portrait of two people, they sat there quietly as before, without any movement or conversation, silently looking at the people outside the painting, with a hint of freshness similar to life lingering in their eyebrows and eyes .

The warmth seeps out from the cold paint and paper.

Hai Ni stood in front of the painting, weeping uncontrollably.

"They all..." She threw herself into my arms, choking with sobs while holding me.

I took a deep breath in regret, raised my head and blinked back the tears.

That day, Hai Ni and I stood there for a long time, trying to engrave their voices and smiles in our hearts.

From that day on, a plan gradually took shape in my mind. My supporters and I came up with a way to let the clansmen remember Yolf forever, a way that even if you want to forget it, you can’t forget it.

The theory of Yolf's reincarnation spread to every corner of the family under the exaggeration of caring people, and gradually attracted more and more people's attention.

When the first so-called "reincarnation" was brought to me, I laughed out loud inside.

That's right, Jolf should not be forgotten.

I want the Sturlusson family to live under this name forever and ever!

……

I think I have experienced the state of mind that Yolf felt when he had a premonition that his life was about to die. He was peaceful. Apart from being peaceful, he might also be a little bit unwilling, but he did not resist at all.

I told myself that Jolf would come back, that he was a man of his word, that the Sturlusson family would welcome one reincarnation after another in the future.

Now, when my life is coming to an end, I don't have the slightest worry in my heart.

One day, Jolf will find his way back.

The principal will take him home.

……

"Master, Master Heimdall and Mr. Krum are coming."

The crayon whispered a reminder.

Bjorn closed the notebook left by Sorron Strulusson with a "snap", hurriedly put the notebook back into the stone shelf, and closed the triangular cabinet outside, almost forgetting it when closing it. The order of tapping took a long time to succeed.

After doing all this, I feel inexplicably at a loss, not knowing what to do.

"What am I going to do?" asked the house-elf hastily.

"Aren't you going to paint their portraits?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." Bjorn hurried back to the easel in a panic, and just picked up the paintbrush, the crayon opened the door of the studio.

Heimdall and Victor both walked in.

Bjorn noticed that Heimdall looked a little pale.

What's wrong?Didn't take a break, okay?He muttered inwardly.

Heimdall looked dumbfounded at the painting on the wall.

Bjorn spat at himself hard in his heart, ouch, he forgot to cover up the painting again, or...he hesitated for a moment, or did he actually forget it on purpose?

Carefully glanced at Heimdall, only to see him staring unblinkingly, his eyes straightened, and his expression was in a daze.

Bjorn muttered again.

Suddenly, a sharp gaze swept over, and it was Victor Krum.

He immediately lowered his head and pretended to be busy.

Heimdall said sleepily to Victor, "I want to go back and lie down for a while."

Last night, he had a strange dream all night, which made him insane during the day.

God knows, he doesn't want to have those inexplicable dreams at all!

Victor touched his forehead and felt the cold sweat on his hand.

Nodding with Bjorn, he picked up Heimdall and walked back.

Bjorn didn't even have time to make a sound.

Crayon stood aside, secretly looking at the owner who was completely ignored.

After a while, Katerina stepped briskly into the studio, but saw Bjorn sitting alone in front of the easel, with a sad expression on his face.

"What's the matter? I won't draw today? It's my fault that I came here to take a peek!"

peep?This woman really figured it out!Going in and out blatantly, I'm ashamed to say peeping!

Bjorn, in a bad mood, gave her a blank look.

"Didn't you meet them when they went back?"

"Have they been here?" Katerina shook her head. "I just came out of the library."

Bjorn snorted angrily, sat in front of the easel and continued to be in a daze.

Katerina felt that he was acting weird today, and just about to say something, Victor walked into the studio.

"Where's cutie?" Katerina found him alone.

"He's not feeling well, rest in his room."

When Katerina heard this, she hurried out and was stopped by Victor, who took out the small box with the puzzle from his pocket.

"Can you return this box to us?"

Katerina's eyebrows twitched, and she smiled awkwardly, "This..."

Victor opened the lid of the box without changing his face.

The faces of the two elders suddenly changed drastically.

What did they see?

Pendants and rings?

how come……

The two elders couldn't help but looked at each other.

It was only then that Katerina realized that he had just said "give it back to us", her face turned pale, and a vague conjecture condensed into shape.

Victor didn't even look at Katerina, who suddenly changed color.

"I want to get my sketchbook back," he said to Bjorn.

Bjorn was taken aback at first, then was shocked, "What sketchbook?" He asked weakly.

"A sketchbook with a purple cover, which was given to Suo Errong."

Beads of sweat appeared on Bjorn's forehead. He slumped back on the chair with a plop, but soon recovered and got up tremblingly. Regardless of the presence of two outsiders in the room, he stood in front of them. He opened the triangular cabinet and took out a sketchbook.

Really a sketchbook with a purple cover?Katrina's mind went blank.

Victor took the book, and under the horrified eyes of the two elders, he drew out his wand and wiped it out.

"Why, why..." Bjorn murmured, staring at the air.

"I don't need it anymore." Victor smiled calmly.

Bjorn was greatly moved.

"You already knew that Solger was not a reincarnation, right?" Victor looked at the portrait and smiled faintly.

Bjorn opened his mouth, then nodded, "Just because he's wearing that fake necklace, he's definitely not Jolf's reincarnation."

"So you actually believe that Yolf is reincarnated?"

"I believe!"

When Katerina heard this, her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yorf didn't come back for the family, he came back for Principal Vasilyevich." Bjorn spoke slowly, as if taking an oath.

"Thank you."

Bjorn looked at Victor in surprise.

Victor said again, "Thank you Suo Errong for everything he did for him."

Bjorn suddenly felt a little hot in his eyes.

"The patriarch will be delighted to hear you say that."

Victor smiled, and said, "There is something I must say."

Bjorn immediately put on an air of listening.

"Rig is different from ordinary people. He had a very special experience. This experience made him particularly obsessed with self-awareness. In other words, he was seriously insecure. You don't have to ask what's going on. You, you want to know, you can ask Rommel if he wants to reveal."

Bjorn was surprised, but nodded immediately.

Victor continued: "I hope you don't impose Jolf's things on him. He is Heimdall, not Jolf. As for how you want to deal with the relationship, it's not for me to ask. Not from the Struluson family, I think your ancestors should have given instructions in this regard."

Bjorn was silent.

Seeing Victor, he turned and walked out.

"School, principal..." Bjorn hurriedly took two steps forward. "Principal Vasilyevich, the portrait is still..." Can you draw it?

Despite her hunch, Katerina was blown away by the name.

The person in front of him suddenly stopped, turned around, and said word for word, "I'm Victor Krum!"

Bjorn was stunned for a while, and by the time he realized it, Victor had already left.

He slowly walked back to the easel, sat blankly for a while, then suddenly picked up the sketchbook and charcoal brushes at hand and began to write. It was not drawing, but writing. After a while, he wrote a series of letters on the notebook. .

Different from Bjorn's vigorous writing, Katerina looked dumbfounded after being hit hard, and slumped down on the chair, then stared in a certain direction in bewilderment.

Apart from the occasional rustling of writing in the room, the only sound left is the sound of breathing.

After an unknown amount of time, Katerina was awakened by a cry, only to find that the room was already lit, and it was pitch black outside the window.

"Can a party be held in my name?" Bjorn stretched out his hand and handed over a piece of paper. There were a lot of names written on it. The handwriting was very scrawled. Pick it out and write it again.

You can tell at a glance that it was a temporary idea.

Katerina was silent for a moment, and then said: "Just follow the list?"

"Yes." Bjorn nodded solemnly.

Katerina didn't speak, but after a while, she asked again, "How about setting the meeting place at the Luoyue Mansion in Reykjavik?"

Bjorn immediately said approvingly, "You're still thoughtful."

"...You have to know that these people on the list may not buy your face." In other words, they probably won't be invited.

Bjorn understood what she meant and could only sigh, "Try it."