HP's Foreign Land

Maybe you can get used to it right away. "

"Don't say such things at this time, since I have agreed to wait."

Heimdall smiled wryly.

Victor, who had changed his clothes, came over, searched around, and quickly locked Heimdall by the tree. Seeing that he seemed to be in a bad condition, he rushed forward in three steps at a time.

"what happened to you?"

"Can't breathe."

"What's going on?!" The master anxiously touched him, but was held by Heimdall.

"The corset is tight."

"...a corset?"

It was only then that the master noticed that Chief Sturlusson was dressed differently than before, and looked at him blankly.

Heimdall laughed, "I don't know whether I should be happy or sad, how about it, is it beautiful?" She winked pretendingly shyly.

Probably that "shyness" was too lethal, the master's expression was very deep.

"I still prefer your usual look."

Heimdall seemed relieved, "It's a good thing you didn't mean you look better in a skirt, or I'll strangle you to death."

The master couldn't help laughing, "No matter what you become, I will love you."

"I like to hear that." Director Strulusson expressed his satisfaction.

"Can't they think of other ways?" The master said distressedly when he found that he was still uncomfortable.

"They were going to use a spell to make the dress fit better, but... well, it didn't look very good, and then they offered to do something about me, and I refused. I don't like people calling spells on me , even if it is not harmful. In the end I decided to accept the torture of the corset honestly." Heimdall's face was ashen. "They tried to get my waist back to [-] shakuhachi, but they failed. Although I am a little sorry for the dedicated ladies, I still want to say thank God that it didn't work."

Half an hour later, Heimdall told the director that it was time to start.

"Stop, stop!" The director got serious again. "Princess! Where did the love just now go? The man opposite is your love at first sight. If you are so bitter and vengeful, what if you scare him away?"

"It should be..." Heimdall remained expressionless. "The script says that this play takes place in the forest at dawn. The princess does not sleep in bed early in the morning. It is already very immodest to run around in the woods." He lifted up the hem of the skirt, revealing Feet, shaved bare legs can be seen faintly. "Barefoot, still wearing such a cool skirt, showing her thighs... How can this be the pure and innocent princess written in the background description, it's too indecent! Who wrote this script?! Is there any common sense? !"

"I wrote it." The director said lifelessly.

"...Princess, she can get up as soon as she wants. Maybe she went to bed too early the night before, so it would be good to get up and exercise early." Director Stulusong said very spinelessly.

"Thank you for your understanding, I am very pleased." The director paused. "So are there any other questions?"

"Gone."

"Very good." The director said loudly. "On your marks, let's do it again!"

The princess turned her head in the hazy morning light, and the adventurer pushed aside the intertwined branches and walked into the audience's sight.According to the requirements of the script, the princess's facial expression at this moment should be panicked and shy. Chief Sturlusson contemplated for a long time, and finally overcame the witch-like smirk, and kept thinking about braised pork, braised pork, braised pork , braised pork, braised pork...

The director yelled a pause again.

"Braised Pork" suddenly plummeted, and Heimdall twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Is it still wrong?"

"It's not your problem." The director holding the roll of parchment waved his arms boldly. "Krum! Where's your broom?"

Mr. Victor Klum, who played the role of the adventurer, smiled shyly, "I should hold the broom in the hand facing the camera."

"Very good, it's good to know." The director was very pleased with his comprehension ability. "Don't forget, we are all supporting, including this ad, all of which exist for Comet's new products. To put it bluntly, we are the brackets for trophies, vases for roses, and frames for famous paintings..."

Victor nodded, and exchanged glances with Heimdall, both of them had smiles in their eyes.

"Well, it feels good." The director is always the one who spoils the scenery. "Keep it up, you two are the kind of lovers who love to the death and wish to melt together even after death."

"I've just met you, and you're dying. This princess is really indiscreet..." Mr. Stulusson murmured.

"Do you have an opinion?" The director noticed that he was muttering again, always unhappy.

"What a song to cry!" Chief Sturlusson said with a righteous look on his face.

"... Rig?"

Heimdall's first reaction was to turn his head, his second reaction was to look down for a hole in the ground, and his third reaction... There was no third reaction.Mademoiselle Jeanne Auvers had come up to him, looking at him in surprise.

"It's really you?! I really didn't expect..."

"I hope I didn't scare you." The tall princess looked down at the beauty in front of her.

"I just tried to yell, because your back looks familiar to me, but I didn't expect you to really look back at me." Jeanna laughed.

"That is to say, if I ignore you, you will think that you have admitted the wrong person?"

"As far as I know, you don't have... um, interest in this area." Her drawl was particularly meaningful, and her eyes stayed on the beautiful fishtail skirt. On the crow blue skirt, simple flower branches were outlined with gold and silver thread Outline, diamonds extend from the bottom of the skirt to the thighs from dense to sparse, and the skirt is full of brilliance and beauty as it moves.

Jeanna couldn't move her eyes, "It's so beautiful..."

"Really? I think wearing this looks like a bad witch in a Muggle storybook." Heimdall made a strange face. "Who did you come with?"

"My teacher." Jeanna pointed to him, and Heimdall saw an uncle with a ponytail.

"teacher?"

"I am very interested in making magic props, so I begged the teacher to take me to see the world. Do you have time next?"

"It's not my turn yet. The following are all shots of Victor. He is the spokesperson of Comet."

"Then wait for me." Jeanna ran away excitedly, turning her head and telling her. "I'll be right back, don't move."

Heimdall didn't know why, but he didn't object.

As expected, Jeanna came back soon, accompanied by her teacher Ponytail.

Jeanna quickly communicated with the teacher in French. Teacher Mawei nodded and raised the camera hanging on her chest.

"Rig, do some poses." Jeanna waved to him.

"modeling?"

"... Never mind," said Jeanne. "That's it, stand still, I'll ask the teacher to take some photos."

Uncle Ponytail clicked the shutter, and Heimdall's eyes flickered under the flashlight, making him a little dizzy.

After a while, Jeanna took the camera from the teacher. Uncle Ponytail stood beside Heimdall. Heimdall looked at him puzzled. Uncle Ponytail grinned and motioned him to look at the camera.

"You don't mind, my teacher wants to take a photo with you." Jeanna explained.

Uncle Ponytail muttered to Heimdall, who looked confused.

Jeanna smiled and said, "The teacher praised you for being very cute."

Chief Sturlusson's face paled, "Does he know..."

"Oh, he knows, I told him you are my classmate, um, male classmate."

Chief Situ Lusong heaved a sigh of relief, so he posed for a photo with Uncle Ponytail.

"Let's take a picture too." Jeanna returned the camera to the teacher.

Heimdall hesitated, "You won't show it to others, will you? In fact, Comet Corporation uses mystery as a gimmick, and my face can hardly be seen in the advertisement. Even if there is a frontal lens, it will be blurred."

"Then take a side view." Jeanne was easy to talk to. She made Heimdall stand sideways and covered her cheeks with her hair, forming a faint effect. A very beautiful shape, standing on the other side aggrieved by herself, completely became a foil.

Heimdall realized, and grinned, "You are just for the skirt, right?"

Jeanne didn't object, "I'm going to make a similar style and wear it at Christmas. The skirt is so beautiful."

"Don't forget to ask the tailor to nail the rhinestones," Heimdall reminded, tugging on his skirt. "Just like this one, it won't be stressful to wear, and it won't hurt too much if you scratch it."

"No wonder you walk so freely." Jeanna laughed.

In fact, the jewelry Mr. Stulusson wears today, including the crystal sequins on his clothes, is all real, but he doesn't know because no one has told him.The Comet company spent a lot of money for the new series of advertisements, and it was not in vain for Victor Klum, a superstar, to get a few sets of real jewelry for the actors to wear.

The master knew the director, so he privately told the props, costumes and other staff not to tell the truth before the filming started, and the director of Sturluson thought that if it was true, he would never tell him a word, and just put it on him, which is only natural It is determined that this is false.

He has been lied to for a long time.

After Jeanna finished taking the photos, she still felt unfulfilled.

"I'll ask Krum to come over later, and you two get one, and I'll keep it as a treasure," Jeanna suggested.

Heimdall was baffled by the excitement in her eyes. After pondering for a long time, he found nothing, and finally had to use "a needle in the bottom of a woman's heart" as the end point of his inference.

A few days later, Draco returned to his new home in the outskirts of Helsinki, his father was not at home, and his mother was organizing photo albums in the tea room.The Malfoy family was particularly dismissive of taking pictures because it was too Muggle. Even though the photos used in the wizarding world were magically improved and had the characteristics of the wizarding world, they were still insensitive. Run out to seek the value of existence.

Lucius deeply felt the importance of memorials. He should preserve the daily life of his family in the form of photos. Assuming that the mysterious person eventually fell, after they returned to England, ten or twenty years later, they could still keep the photo album. Take it out and think back to the year.

For this reason, Narcissa has developed a new hobby, taking out the photo albums to look through when she has nothing to do, and rearranging them according to her own preferences, she never tires of it.

Draco thought that his mother's "old problem" had happened again, so he walked over to have a look, wondering.

"Why did you organize her photos?! Where did they come from?" The photos spread out on the table are the heroines of the new series of comet broom advertisements.

"Your father took it back." Narcissa took a long time to put a photo, and a millimeter of tilt could not be tolerated.

"Dad?!" Draco was surprised.

"Honey, don't yell in my ear." Narcissa frowned slightly.

"Sorry." Draco closed his mouth.

"How?" Narcissa put the photo album up to show the results.

Draco motioned for his mother to show him the cover of the album, and he was even more puzzled when he saw the cover.

"Why did you put her picture in our family album? Didn't you and Dad say that this album only contains pictures of your own family?"

There are three members of their family in the photo album, including Rieger and Rieger’s elders. Narcissa also deliberately left a few empty slots. Draco didn’t understand at first, but after thinking about it, it’s probably for Krum Reserved.

"She is my family." Narcissa said calmly.

Draco is jittery.

"Mom..." Master Malfoy was in a daze.

"Honey, where are you?" Lucius' voice came.

"Don't just stand there, your father is back." Narcissa put down the photo and greeted him.

Draco followed out with a confused look on his face, and raised his eyes to see that his father was hanging a poster on the wall next to the fireplace. The scary thing was not this, but the fact that he directed the house-elf and hung it up with his own hands.The person on the poster is the heroine with a hazy face called "my family" by her mother, but the face of the heroine in this poster is still clear.

Draco didn't look carefully, because his mind was full of deep and serious questions like "what's wrong with this world?"

After hanging the poster, Lucius took a few steps back, stood shoulder to shoulder with Narcissa, admired it for a while, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"In a few days, I will go to mount another picture frame. The picture frame I like has been ordered by Rommel and Snow, and the rest are really unsightly." Lucius looked at his wife. "How about it?"

"Very good." Narcissa looked up at the princess in the poster. "But I can't find Ivy's shadow on him. I thought he would look like Ivy in a skirt."

"Don't forget Blake, of course, and Sturlusson." Lucius muttered angrily.

Narcissa smiled slightly, took her husband's arm, the two looked at each other, and then looked at the poster again.

Master Malfoy, who was in a trance, was suddenly blessed, and his whole body trembled. He pointed at the poster and shouted, "This is Rig?!"

"Oh, Draco, I told you, don't yell in my ears!" Narcissa was quite dissatisfied with her son's behavior.

Master Malfoy didn't care about his angry old lady, and looked at the poster in a daze. He didn't feel anything at first, but that little face became more and more familiar.

Draco was dumbfounded.

On the other side, Lucius said to Narcissa, "Dalton asked me to keep one for him."

"We only got one," Narcissa said.

"So I asked him to find Rommel, they are the real relatives." Lucius said in a good mood.

"Mr. Dalton is still planning to stay in the UK?" Narcissa thought that Dalton would leave the UK like them, after all, he had more conditions than them in this regard.

"Dalton is different from me. He has ambitions and his eyes are always on the minister's position."

Narcissa couldn't help but glance at Lucius after hearing this.

Lucius surrendered, "Well, I also have ambitions, but I decide the size of my ambitions based on the safety of my family, is this okay?"

Narcissa rolled her eyes with a smile.

"If You-Know-Who falls, Dalton is very likely to aspire to the throne of Minister." Lucius said. "Compared to those self-righteous idiots, I hope he can succeed. If he succeeds, it will be very good for me." Lucius narrowed his eyes suddenly when he said this, "What's wrong with our son? expression."

"It's nothing, it will be fine after a while, he looks just like you at that time." Narcissa calmly complained about her husband with a half-hearted smile.

Lucius cleared his throat and changed the subject.

Episode ②END