HP's Foreign Land

"Toffee, wait." Heimdall called Chimera who was about to go for a walk.

Toffee turned her head, thinking that he was going to take a walk with her, she shook her head, and decided to show mercy and allow him to follow behind her.

Heimdall held up the comb to groom it, "Say hello to your friend for me."

Toffee had question marks all over his face.

"I won't go with you. I can't go to that island without the school's permission." Heimdall expressed regret.

The little candy in Chimera's heart squints: Didn't you spend a casual night one night?

Heimdall acted as if he didn't understand its puzzlement until Toffee's hair was fluffy and smooth. He put down the comb and took out a metal butterfly. Two pieces of hollow carved metal flapped lightly, looking lifelike.The eyes of the butterfly are the same color as the stones inlaid on the wings. They are not precious gems, but the most common red agate.

Heimdall put the butterfly into a small drawstring bag, fastened it around Toffee's neck.

"Please give it to your friend, this is a new type I tried, I hope it likes it, tell it my gratitude, please don't bother it any more."

Toffee's new friends are always asking Toffee to bring back more stuff than ever these days, and the bathroom is turning into a coral breeding base.This phenomenon started the day after I found my cousin's pocket watch. It can be seen that the other party is an enthusiastic child.

"What's wrong?" Heimdall found that Toffee was motionless.

The pod meowed twice, but actually laughed.

Heimdall felt more and more inexplicable, "Are you uncomfortable? Toffee?"

[Don't you know what balance is? ] pods try to enlighten him.

Looking at the bored toffee, Director Strulusson had an epiphany.He got up and walked to the desk, opened the drawer, took out a wooden box, and took out a metal hummingbird from it, the golden shell was shining brightly.He returned to toffee, shook the hummingbird the size of a ping-pong ball in front of toffee's eyes, took out a rope from his pocket, tied the hummingbird to the rope, and put it around toffee's neck.

"It's alright, sir?!" Heimdall patted Toffee's buttocks without laughing.

Toffee touched the hummingbird on its neck with its paws. Although it couldn't see it, the few glances just now were enough for it to see clearly that this hummingbird is far more delicate than a butterfly, with a complex structure.

Satisfied, Mr. Toffee put on his drawstring bag and went out for a walk.

[Did you want to ask Toffee something?I always feel that the way you look at it is like eating a bad stomach, but you can't pull it out. ] Pods, like canines, cannot spit ivory.

"You've become more and more vulgar recently." Heimdall complained bluntly.

[I call it straightforward. ]

"Oh, so that's how the term is used." Heimdall murmured.

[What are you mumbling about? ]

"I do have something to ask Toffee, but it's nothing important." Heimdall looked at the pods on the cushion. "Do you know what Toffee's new friend is?"

[Not a wizard. ]

"You're so funny, what animal am I talking about!"

[Don't know, maybe some kind of sea creature...]

"It has legs, can run, and is agile, amphibian?" Heimdall hesitated. "Hasn't Toffee talked about his new friend?"

[Only humans can whisper behind their backs, why should it share with us little secrets about how it interacts with its friends. ]

Heimdall sighed, "I was wrong."

[As long as you know. ]

Heimdall rolled his eyes, walked back to the desk to sort out the textbooks and notes needed for class in the afternoon, and looked up inadvertently. The blue sea was incredible and intoxicating.

"Is the deep sea mermaid coming soon?" Heimdall whispered.

[Mermaids are good at temper during the breeding period, but they are usually hot-blooded and easily impulsive. A wizard once commented that mermaids are cruel by nature, which is not unreasonable.Especially the one that lives in the deep sea and rarely sees humans. ]

"I still remember Sigma in Luce, and I can't imagine how cruel it would be."

[That’s the Dada mermaid. I heard that Dada’s temper is quite mild. The gentleness I mean is based on the average character of the deep-sea mermaid. Your senior brother raised the mermaid as his son, and he has never seen it since he was born. Others of the same kind, it's strange to be cruel.It is still unknown which type of deep-sea mermaid the mermaid going to the sea monster island to give birth to is.If you're really interested, ask Toffee's new friend. ]

"Isn't it dangerous? According to you, the deep-sea mermaid has a big temper and lives in groups. If there is a conflict, the kid will always suffer."

[How do you say something, worrying about nothing?I think you are now, children who dare to live on the sea monster island, naturally have a way of survival to seek good luck and avoid evil, you have time to worry about it, why don't you worry about me? ]

"What are you worried about? Are you also interested in mermaids having children?"

Bean Pod slapped his paws angrily, [My little pepper urchin! ]

"I just bought you a new pack the day before yesterday! Pack of 100!"

[...I'm not in a good mood recently. ] Pod falters.

This reason is so fresh, Mr. Stulusson suddenly felt exhausted after raising an unfilial daughter.

"I won't eat it this week!" Heimdall was categorical, it's okay to eat like this, and it's likely to go to the pet hospital for gastric lavage.

Pod fluttered, fell into the air, and scratched the wall vigorously under Heimdall's cold eyes.

On the morning of November 11, Heimdall ate a piece of mixed vegetable pancake. When he realized it, he had stuffed it into his mouth. There was no place to vomit in the public. It's like eating bad, stinky butter.

"I thought my grades were good." Draco, who misunderstood the meaning of pain, patted his cousin on the shoulder. "It's okay, you are still young, you can afford to wait, at worst, you can take the exam next time."

After finally swallowing the mixed vegetable cake, Heimdall exhaled, "I just took the wrong plate and ate the damn mixed vegetables. I want to eat meat stuffing!"

"So you're not nervous?" Jeanna's expression was intriguing.

"Not at all." Heimdall lacked his usual vigilance, and didn't notice the pre-set trap in Jeanne's words.

"Then there may be something wrong with your nose." Jeanna said with a smile. "You can always tell the difference between mixed vegetables and minced meat in the first place, and you never miss it, even though they look the same to me."

The other members of the study group all looked like they couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, I admit that I'm a little nervous." Heimdall threw down the napkin, facing the titters of his friends.

"It will certainly pass," said Jeanne.

"How do you know?" Heimdall asked.

"Duncan said." The girl shrugged.

"You should learn to question his conclusions, it's actually very easy." Heimdall pursed his lips.

Jeanna laughed loudly, "Relax, it's an exam. After you come out, you will always have a bottom line in your heart."

"It's hard to say..." Heimdall felt pain when he thought of the type of questions in that exam.

"Rig is right." A repeat student came to join the sixth grade study group again.

Everyone looked towards Yael.

Yersha said in a serious manner: "One of my classmates went back to take the pharmacist training qualification. You also know that those old guys from the Pharmacist Association are somewhat crazy, and the older they get, the more crazy they become. My classmate Potions is a strong point." , even our Potions professor thought he would definitely get the training qualification, but..." Yael shook his head regretfully.

Jeanna glanced at Heimdall quickly, frowned and asked Yael in a low voice, "Do you know what you're talking about?!"

Yael misunderstood Jeanna's question, and everyone's acuity dropped by several percentage points today.

"Didn't you understand? The world is unpredictable!" Yael slammed the table, and Todor, who was putting a cup on the table, was splashed with pumpkin juice. "Sorry." Yael quickly apologized, and quickly turned to Jeanna. "The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. I just want Rigg to correct his mentality, in case..."

"No chance!" Jean Na stared, "You are so annoying!"

Yael wailed, covered his face and leaned towards Draco, and "weakly" snuggled up to Draco's side for comfort.

Master Malfoy flashed his arrogance, Yael completed a turn over with a difficult rotation, leaned against the table safely, and made an arrogant gesture of victory.

Jeanne and Draco really wanted to kick him to the ground.

"Has it passed?" Todor said suddenly.

The three boys and girls suddenly recalled that at the same moment they slipped away, Heimdall had received the owl letter, and was currently reading the contents of the letter intently.

Several people tried to analyze his expression to obtain the result, but Director Sturlusson kept a straight face and didn't give them any room to play.

Heimdall put down the letter when everyone was staring at him.

"I can..." Draco didn't expect his cousin to answer, and simply reached for the letter.

Heimdall nodded with a deep expression on his face, and several friends couldn't help but feel a little bit in their hearts.

Could it be...

Draco picked up the letter in a hurry, and the other three immediately gathered around.

"Passed." Todor was the first to find the result. It was very simple, just search for a specific word.

"I saw it too, it's over!" Jeanna exclaimed excitedly.

Draco nodded, exchanging joyful glances with Yael.

At the same time, Chief Sturlusson gave up pretending to be deep, raised his hands with a smile on his face, and made a victory gesture.Such coquettishness, such pride, and unrestrained appearance made everyone laugh.

"Okay, Rig!" Yael patted him on the shoulder vigorously. "I thought you hadn't!"

Heimdall was almost hit on the ground by his slap, thinking in his heart that he probably did it on purpose, so he waved his hand away, stroked his hair pretendingly, flicked the non-existent dust on his sleeves, and said in a tone: "No! Excuse me, please call me Stulusson trainee judge."

Yael's expression was as if he had eaten raw bitter melon, and the other three laughed when they saw it.

Every wizard who formally joins IW has the status of a trainee judge. No matter in the future, law enforcement will give life and death, or do publicity and planning, or order logistics for logistics. Before the way is decided, everyone is a trainee judge.The next level above the trainee judge is the judge, the next level above the judge is the judge, and the next level above the judge is the rotating chief. The supreme leader of Justice Wizengamot is a position that sounds quite bombastic.

Every wizard who enters IW should rush there, but the workplace is like a battlefield, and there is only one person who has the last laugh. With the lifespan of a wizard and his admiration for following the rules, the turnover of positions is embarrassingly slow.For example, Hollingworth, Heimdall's immediate boss, if he wants to become the chief justice, he must first climb to the chair of the chief justice. .

Heimdall decided to follow in the footsteps of his boss from now on and witness the whole process of hard work, so as to make sufficient mental preparations for the future Long March.

Yael fell back on the chair, picked up the unfinished newspaper and continued to read.

Seeing his actions, Todor suddenly thought of something, and asked Heimdall, "Should I go to IW again?"

"Yes, this is just a letter notifying me of customs clearance, but it will wait until the International Wizengamot sends me a formal letter of appointment."

"That's okay." Todor shrugged.

Heimdall asked puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"Several cases of mycitis patients have been found in Belgium, and it is said that they have been quarantined. Before the truth comes to light, it is better not to go there, and it will not be too late to go after Belgium announces the final screening results." Todor said.

"How do you know? And you know such details." Yael was very surprised.

"It's in your newspaper."

"My newspaper?" Yael was even more confused. "This is just delivered by the owl. It has been in my hand. When did you read it?"

"When you look at it." Todor said angrily. "You're sitting right across from me, and you're holding the newspaper upright. I don't think it's hard not to see it."

"Where are you talking about?" Yael flipped through the newspaper with a dazed expression on his face.It is said that this person has been reading "Europa Wizards" for nearly a year, and he still can't figure out the order of the pages until today.

Todor ignored him. This guy seemed to only read about Quidditch in the newspaper.

"You can just subscribe to the Quidditch magazine directly, why do you still read general newspapers?" Draco was puzzled.

"For real-time information, the Quidditch magazine is not published every day." Yale said naturally. "Ah, found it. 60 years later fungus fungus attack again? Belgium in a fungitis panic."

At the beginning of this century, that is, around 1935, there was a serious outbreak of onychomycosis in the European wizarding world.In fact, the name fungus fungus was added later, and there was no record of this disease in the wizarding world before the outbreak.The reason for the large-scale outbreak is that firstly, the sick wizards did not pay attention to it at first, not only the patients themselves did not pay attention, but also the therapists did not pay much attention, which led to the delay of the illness until it became out of control; the second was because of this similar Conditions of skin disease may be contagious.

To this day, therapists do not know whether onychomycosis is contagious.Its outbreak was so fast that people were caught off guard, but what is strange is that doctors and nurses who come into contact with patients, and even the family members of patients, are generally less likely to get sick than expected, and few wizards are killed because of contact with sick people. Infection, if it is contagious, by what route?

All in all, there is no doubt that fungus fungus can kill people, but whether it is contagious or not is still waiting to be seen, so it is no wonder that Belgian wizards panic.

"It's sensational," Heimdall said. "Todor said just now that he has not been diagnosed yet. This title is disturbing and kind."

"Newspapers, always consider sales." Yael was not surprised, he glanced quickly. "Two cases have been found so far."

"Is the sick person a relative or friend?"

"It's not written on it."

"Then don't make a fuss for the time being. I received the letter, which shows that my superiors and colleagues are still fighting on the front line of work." Heimdall carefully put away the notification letter. "Elite people cherish life very much."

Heimdalt wanted to share the admission news with the master as soon as possible, but Professor Krum went to the Vulcan team today and was away from school all day. After the last class, the head of the room, Strulusson, was facing the window of the professor's room from a distance. , sighed empty and lonely and cold, cheered up and returned to the dormitory.

After entering the door, I put down my things and went straight to the bathroom. I wanted to wash my hands and wipe my face, but I was frightened by a large rock soaked in the bathtub.

Heimdall stared and looked, and then walked over. The coral was still lying in the water, half dead. Where did the stone that was so high that it was almost higher than the window sill come from?

Heimdall carefully observed the thick stone, and found that there was a bright luster between the gaps. He took out his wand to light up the fluorescent flashes, pointed the light source at the rock surface, and took out a monocular magnifying glass with a leather strap from his pocket. Put it on your head and check the colorful gaps.

After 15 minutes, he realized to his surprise that there were many rock worms hidden in the rock.The shells of this kind of bugs glow like colorful gemstones, so there are people in the Wizarding World who specialize in making jewel bug jewelry. Although the value is not as rare as diamonds and emeralds, as long as the workmanship is excellent and the design is unique, they can still be sold for a sky-high price.

The gem worms in this rock are in the state of solidified rock, a bit similar to Cordyceps sinensis, but the gem worms are not a complex of bacteria and worms, but small worms gain new life after invading the big ones.

Kind of creepy when you think about it.

Director Sturlusson didn't have the time to be emotional right now, and the moment he recognized the gem worm, he understood the value of this large rock.

He hurried out of the bathroom and said to the toffee lying on the carpet beside the bed, "Did you bring that stone back?"

Toffee, who was closing her eyes and resting her mind, opened one eye, and the answer was self-evident.

Heimdall was silent for a moment, "Is it a return gift from the butterfly?"

Toffee closed her eyes, and the answer was also self-evident.

"It's too expensive!" Heimdall couldn't help feeling anxious, as if he had picked up a huge check that could be cashed.

[You just keep it, maybe for that friend, it is a piece of rock with colorful stripes with beautiful gaps, the value is what you humans say, animals don’t think it is of any value, and they can’t eat it, maybe it’s not as good as a sea fish. ]

"Really?" Heimdall was still a little uneasy.

Doudou didn't think so, [It should like the gift you gave me, make more gifts for it in the future. ]

"Yes, make a few more." Heimdall rushed to the desk, opened the drawer, opened the wooden box to rummage, and took out a few gadgets that hadn't yet formed their outlines. "It will like the shape of fish and shrimp." Heimdall muttered, took out a picture book to find a suitable shape, and kept making gestures with a ruler, full of energy, and directly dragged the emptiness and loneliness to the recycling bin.

I don't know how long it took, Director Stulusson woke up from the dream, opened his sleepy eyes, and found himself lying on the table and fell asleep, wiped the corners of his mouth, and felt sorry for the braised pork that he was about to catch in his dream .

There was a knocking sound, and Heimdall realized that the sound was not his dream. He looked back and looked around, and the animal friends also woke up. Pod squatted on the window sill and looked out of the dark window.

The knocking sound sounded again, Heimdall got up, leaned over to look out the window, Toffee and the others also came to watch.

Heimdall squinted for a while, then widened his eyes in disbelief, opened the window, and a paper bird flew in and landed tremblingly on the desk.Heimdall noticed that the paper bird kept pecking at the table with its beak.

How could it be Victor? !Heimdall quickly took out his wand, and waved at the paper bird.

"Speak your heart!"

First, there was a strange roar, followed by the sound of splashing water. In the background, a sound similar to some kind of animal screaming could be heard, but it was too far away or the recording effect was not ideal, so it was impossible to determine what it was.

Then, the voice came again, at first it was a slightly sharp shout, a little harsh, and then it gradually became clear.Quick, fleeting, but enough to be heard clearly.

【...Save, help...】

Heimdall opened his mouth wide in surprise, "This is not Victor's voice."

[I don't think so either. ] Pods chimed in.

Toffee let out a howl, looking furious.

Heimdall hugged Toffee who was about to rush out, trying to comfort it.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll go and have a look, if you can't get through now, I'll change my form and go and have a look for you."

Toffee is still struggling.

"Don't add to the chaos!" Heimdall patted its head. "Are you good at swimming? Can you be invincible in the water? You want to worry about me?"

Toffee calmed down, but Chimera's majesty was still frightening.

"Before that, there is a question to ask," Heimdall said. "Are you sure the sound came from your friend?"

Toffee said yes.

"It speaks human language?"

Toffee didn't make a sound, but his eyes said it all.

"I understand, it's better this way, and it's easier to communicate with it." Heimdall hesitated before leaving, stuffing the medicine bag Leon gave him into his robe pocket.He said to the unwilling toffee: "I have no intention of being brave on the island at night, so I will leave the enemy to you." After speaking, he changed his form and flew out of the window, roaring away.

Episode②

As soon as they entered the so-called shooting scene, they were separated, and they didn't even have time to look at the beautiful scenery selected by Comet Company and proudly praised as "fascinating". another room.Despite the high-heeled metal plate on the door, Chief Strulusson was adamant about calling it a ladies' dressing room.

The three women have stared at him with creepy eyes since he entered the door. Heimdall felt that he was placed in a petri dish under a magnifying glass. In front of him were three huge eyes. On the slippery glass with some kind of liquid, they are powerless to let them do whatever they want with themselves.

His hunch was correct.

Half a minute later, he was placed on a chair, facing a large mirror with a circle of small and exquisite white light bulbs, and his face in the mirror looked terrified.Three women stood behind him, pointing at his hair and talking quickly and in low voices—probably judging him, as you could tell by their eyes.

The mirror was filled with bottles, jars and jars, all of unbelievably bright colors and magical auras, some scented and others imitating the brilliance of jewels.Some liquids in nice glass bottles, brushes of all kinds, little sharps with a cold glow...

Heimdall shrank his neck in fear, sincerely hoping that those "cold weapons" would not be used on himself.

"I'm sorry, can you talk in a language I understand? Maybe I can't understand those meanings, but at least I can confirm how you are going to play with me." Heimdall swallowed and looked at the three through the mirror Women who seem to be authoritative, each of them has "unquestionable" written on their faces.

"Of course, honey." A woman nodded with a smile.

They switched to a language he could understand, and it was a pleasure because their English was perfect, and a source of pain because their English was perfect.

"...No, no, no, the method you said won't work. You see, his hair quality is really bad. If you use his own hair, the elegant sense of the picture will be greatly reduced."

Director Sturlusson looked bitter: Actually, we are very confident, although we don't use Rejoice.

Another person said: "The key lies in the clothes. The airy feeling is mainly reflected in the skirt. He is tall, and the airy feeling is naturally reflected when the gauze skirt is flying up. Let me think about it...he is suitable for white, silver, and black, I remember I still have a raven-blue mermaid skirt..."

Chief Stuluson was even more bitter: the princess was probably a witch who liked to eat children, or she was at the funeral all day long.

The third touched Heimdall's face and raised his eyebrows in disgust.

"The skin is too thick, and the eyebrows..." The third woman leaned over to look at the "cold weapons" arranged neatly like scalpels on the dressing table.

Chief Sturluson covered his eyebrows and screamed, "What are you going to do to my eyebrows?!"

"Wait!" the first woman stopped her.

Just as Heimdall let out a breath, the first woman said, "It's the prince's role in the beginning, so let's talk about eyebrows later."

The story described as "touching the heart" is actually nothing new. It is far worse than the original eight o'clock file. Although there is blood, thunder, passion, and collapse, the emotional rendering is not in place, making people HIGH. At least He felt almost tasteless.But looking at the filming team as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, Director Stulusson had no choice but to comfort himself. He is not as experienced in battle as he is, and cannot use his own standards to measure the world.

Out of the dressing room covered in jewels, in order to make the villain hated as soon as he appeared on the stage, the three makeup artists tried to dress him up on the jewelry box, probably to make people think that the prince is vulgar, and to indirectly set off the villain The characters are fish and meat, corrupt and perverting the law, but with Merlin on top, the feeling of Chief Sturluson has never been as good as it is now.

Director Sturlusson was full of energy, blinding the eyes of countless people along the way, and came to the shooting location with a red face.

The director is a lady wearing glasses, with her curly hair casually combed into a ponytail and hanging down her head, she is excitedly communicating the script with the staff at the moment.Victor, who had changed his clothes a long time ago, sat on the haystack and looked at the parchment in his hand. It was probably something like a script.

When the director saw Heimdall hanging like a Christmas tree moving towards him, a scream broke out immediately.

"No!"

Heimdall was dumbfounded, "Isn't it?"

"Big mistake!" the director said firmly.

"Isn't it gorgeous enough? In fact, I think so too. I'll go now..."

"You are a prince, you are a villain, you are a villain, and a villain must be gloomy and gloomy," the director said as if singing, pointing to Heimdall dramatically. "What's the matter with you being so sunny? Emotions are soaked in endless cloudy days, and temperament is that never-ending smog..."

Is that human being? !What is the inevitable connection between the prince and the villain?The vulgar "prince" looked confused, what kind of trouble is he going to do? !

The three makeup artists rushed over after hearing the news and dragged the prince back to the dressing room. The ladies fully understood what the director meant. When the prince came out again, his face was pale, and his eyes lost their blue brilliance and were covered in a layer of foggy gray. Pupu, according to Heimdall, is like the color of a rag in the hands of an industrious housewife, and it does have a gloomy temperament anyway.

The director explained to him how to act in the future. Anyway, they are not professional actors, and the director doesn't force them. All in all, just get by.

When the director turned around to boost the morale of all parties, Victor leaned over and whispered to Heimdall: "It's very beautiful."

Heimdall beamed.

This kind of good mood was inevitably brought into the play, and the hot-blooded female director was so excited that she threw the parchment.

"Stop, stop, stop! You are a prince, a prince, and this temperamental and handsome man is your rival in love, not your lover. Why are you so affectionate!"

The prince suddenly realized, "I'm used to it."

The director is quite satisfied with his honesty, "In this play, you don't need to love him, if you want to love, you have to wait for you to put on a skirt, be fierce, cruel or furious, hate him to the core, he stole your woman! "

"If you plan to motivate me, it's better to say that you robbed me of my man." The prince always said awkwardly. "I'm going to brew it up."

"There's no time for you to brew, to think about the most annoying things," the female director advised him. "Is there anything you hate to eat?"

"Yes." Too much, the prince nodded. "It turned out to be celery, and I really hate cabbage soup lately."

"Then listen to me and think of Krum as a dish of cabbage soup."

"It's a bit difficult." The prince couldn't help muttering. "He has always been braised pork."

"What did you say?" The director was extremely dissatisfied with all this.

"Nothing," the prince nodded and bowed. "I see, cabbage soup..." Looking at a certain cabbage soup in a blink of an eye, the cabbage soup smiled at him, and the prince was in a trance and excited. If the cabbage soup looked like this, it would be no problem to be a vegetarian for the rest of his life.

This love rival meeting was extremely jealous and tried three times and finally passed. This is because the director let go of the water. Heimdall seemed to have found some feeling, so he found a corner where no one was around and talked about it for a while, trying to get rid of this feeling. Keep it until the next round.

Although the second scene was stuck three times before passing, the director praised him, thinking that he finally got the hang of it. The gloomy and cruel feeling is no longer just a formal expression through props and special effects.

During the scene change, the master asked Heimdall, "What's going on in your mind when you're acting?"

"You-Know-Who," Heimdall said.

The master was a little surprised.

Heimdall laughed twice, "Although I only met him once, I still remember him vividly. I just imitated his appearance and tone of voice."

The master laughed, "I don't know if the mysterious person reads newspapers and magazines."

Without waiting for Heimdall to speak, the director appeared from behind, "The cloudy sky is cruel and perverted..."

Heimdall was taken aback.

"That's it!" exclaimed the director. "Let everyone who watches the ad appear in this state!"

Are you sure it's not a horror movie?

In fact, the feeling of playing the prince is very happy, but there is no banquet in the world, the role is just an experience, even if Heimdall is twisted and forced in every way, in order to prevent other women from getting close to the master, he must wear a skirt.

The three makeup artists discussed for a long time, and finally reached an agreement to let Heimdall wear a wig instead of using magic or potions.

"Your hair is not of good quality. I can't bear that long hair in front of my eyes. I can't help but shave it off." The lady who had been looking at his hair critically said so.

"It's fine to wear a wig, I agree." Chief Strulusson said with a good-spoken look, he didn't want to be bald.

A makeup artist brought a long flowing hair that was very similar to his hair color and was about to put it on his head. Heimdall struggled for a while and asked, "Can I just have long hair instead of the same color as mine?" Well, can you change it to black?"

"Do you like black?" They were a little surprised, this was the first time he expressed his opinion since putting on makeup on him.

"I think brunettes look good."

Ms. San discussed again, but Heimdall failed to do so because the male protagonist's hair is also black. In order to achieve a strong contrast, his hair must be light-colored.

"Or light maroon for you? Light brown with a golden edge?"

"No, forget it," Heimdall shook his head. "In that case, let's use my original hair color."

The make-up artist took the original wig over and gestured twice. After she was basically satisfied, she winked at another colleague who was in charge of clothing. Very simple, the shoulder straps are made of layered crepe of the same color, and the width can be adjusted. If you spread it over the shoulders, you can vaguely see the skin on the shoulders. The whole skirt has a drape of silk, which can be said to be quite a test of the figure.

Heimdall hesitated, "Are you sure you can squeeze me into this skirt? I think it will explode..."

The three ladies laughed.

Then, they took out something that Heimdall saw as nothing more terrifying than this, and shook it gently, the three ladies showed a loving smile like a virgin.

"We will let you squeeze in smoothly, don't worry my dear."

Heimdalne's face is full of cattle.

After the patient waiting of the entire advertising shooting team, the heroine of this scene finally appeared. "She" was wearing a bright diamond tiara, tall, pure and lovely.Almost everyone showed joyful smiles, and the big guys sent each other reassuring smiles, and finally no longer worried about the beauty and ugliness of the princess.It can be seen that not everyone agrees with the master's almost blind "eye of the beholder". Fortunately, Contestant Krum has not been dazzled by love and lost the most basic aesthetic ability.

"You don't look very good." The director is always the most critical one.

The prince was too brilliant just now, but now the princess is too gloomy. The director once again expressed his indignation at the makeup artists who lacked comprehensive quality.

"We've tried our best." The makeup artists said bitterly.Even if they have the ability of a sow to compete with Diaochan, the physical condition of the sow has to be matched. "He just can't adapt for a while, maybe you can wait patiently for a while." The makeup artists spoke for Heimdall and themselves.

"I think I've been very patient." The director rolled the parchment. "But it was Comet that paid the money. If I paid for this filming myself, he would have no problem getting used to it for ten or eight years."

The make-up artists didn't dare to speak anymore, and stood to the side in desperation.

"Since I am willing to play the leading role, I have already realized that I don't blame them for this incident. The three ladies are very good." Heimdall said to the director. "I will try my best not to hold you back, but I really need time to adapt." After saying this, the head of Sturlusson's face turned ugly again, and he walked under a tree and held the trunk to hold his mouth. Gasping for breath, he looked like he was about to pass.

"What's wrong with him?" His expression frightened the director.

The makeup artists explained, "I suffered a little to wear the skirt."

The director is a woman, and she quickly realized that, with a little sympathy on her face, "If that's the case... then wait a little longer, it's really uncomfortable."

"Thank you very much." Heimdall said gratefully. "I feel much better than before,