"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Granger looked at Jane, then shrugged, picked up his wand and waved it. Then he heard the fourth "Hermione" breathing a long sigh. His voice was so heavy, as if he hadn't vented so happily for a long time.

"Emma, ​​do you have any impression of Miss Watson's words?" Jane asked directly.

"Is this useful?" said the girl called "Emma", "It's meaningless, meaningless! I only ask for one thing, kill that **! I'll replace her! Anyway, it's only been more than two years, I can handle it, I can handle it!"

"It's coming again." Granger immediately covered his forehead, and Jane and Hermione rolled their eyes.

Before they could make any moves, a voice rang out: "Shut up! You fake guy!"

Emma Watson, sitting opposite the long table, jumped up at this moment, with an excited look on his face. If it weren't for all three Hermiones, she would have copied the things and smashed them.

"You are just a phantom, a phantom that comes out of the movie! You don't know anything! You never think of replacing me!" she shouted loudly.

"Shit! I am you! I have all your memories! Your life, all yours! I remember how I was born! I remember how I joined the Harry Potter crew! I even remember how you rolled the sheets with men! How did you please some people in bed!" Emma screamed here, her facial features almost twisted together.

"Shut up! Shut up!" Emma over there immediately shouted, "Don't use your dirty experience to me, you fake! You phantom! You **!"

"Tsk tsk, now you are starting to be scared? Who asked you to star in such a bad movie, and you are still acting as yourself. Look at what those comments said? I can't stand those big-scale teasings, so I ran away from the crew, pretending to be!" Emma here smiled sharply.

"Can you do anything other than reading the gossip tabloid news?" Emma here shivered, "Oh. I forgot that you didn't go to heaven inside, and didn't see you at the end. I think you were probably eaten by a monster in the end. Poor guy, you are just a shadow after all, you are just a movie character after all!"

"It won't be no longer soon, you will be my shadow soon!" Emma said fiercely.

The three Hermiones covered their foreheads at this time, looking depressed. They wanted to have an attack, but they were unable to do so.

"Why did the master ask us to bring this idiot with you?" Hermione pointed to Emma over there and asked Jane.

"Because he wants to see what happens when Emma in the movie meets Emma in the reality." Jane shrugged helplessly.

"The master must be very disappointed, right? These are just two **!" Hermione looked at the two Emma who could not stop squirting each other in disgust.

"In fact, we should be disappointed. This is the one who plays us." Granger frowned and said, "I would rather face the ridicule of Pansy Parkinson and the others."

"I thought you were mentally prepared when you interrogated our Emma." Jane curled her lips.

"She is Emma in the movie after all, and Emma in a fantasy movie. Who knows if there is any difference between Emma in reality or something like that?" Granger said humming.

Seeing that the two Emmas were still arguing, even when would they not wear each other's clothes. When would they mess with men in the corner, and when would they find a place to find a small trick when they were drunk, she immediately stood up and waved her wand: "Shut up now!"

Then, two ropes that suddenly appeared pulled both Emma back to the chair and tied them up to a strong one.

"If I don't shut up, I'll use more than just locking my tongue and throat!" Granger threatened again, finally calming them down.

"What are we going to do now?" Hermione, who was dragging her chin, asked Jane with a sigh.

"We have time." Jane replied-

Well, the situation in the UK is indeed a bit rough, but when you turn the camera back, turn it back to Los Angeles again. When you turn it to a company in Burbank, the more rough one is still here.

"Don't worry, Peter, don't worry. We can talk about this slowly. I like your idea, but you also know that some things are not made overnight." Fatty John Lassett walked in the passage while talking to his partner, and greeted the employees from time to time. "We did not make it overnight when we were producing the first part of Frozen, right? If it weren't for the overturn and reopening of the production, we wouldn't have achieved the current results."

"Not every animation has the luck of "Frozen", John," Peter Dale Vick shook his head and looked at Robert Lopez walking with him, and Robert's wife Christine Anderson Lopez, "unless Robert can give us better music than "Letgo."

"I need time, Peter, we all need time," Robert said.

"It also needs inspiration," Christine added.

"Okay, time, inspiration, you will have it." Vic sighed and spread his hands.

"Don't sigh so much. Even if Robert and the others have no inspiration for the time being, others will have it." Lasset, who had already walked to his office, opened the door. "We will have better music than "Letgo", and there will be better sequels for "Frozen"..."

He stopped halfway through, and Vic behind him was still chattering: "Yes, yes, but it takes more time, energy and enthusiasm, and this is all now..."

He also stopped suddenly, and stood still like Lasset, and the Lopez couple behind him couldn't help but look at each other inexplicably.

"What's wrong?" the couple asked together, and then a female voice said, "Letgo is indeed a good music. It is very good for me to use as my theme song, but it is sung too widely, and everyone is singing it, with a little less style."

It was clear and cold, like the wind blowing from the ice field, and it was high above. Just listening to it made people want to get goose bumps.

The Lopez and his wife leaned out, looked in the direction where Lasset and Vic were looking, and then opened their eyes wide. In front of the window, tall girls were standing there, wearing a blue-green slit dress, with a tulle cloak hanging behind them, and their long platinum-colored hair was combed into big braids in front, and their cool and arrogant appearance was like Elsa walking out of "Frozen".

However, the most eye-catching thing is a doll she holds in her hand, making it into a doll that looks like Elsa.

It’s not that doll that is special, that is, the common animated character dolls on the market. Each popular animation will have the kind of peripherals for sale. As the head of Disney Animation Studio, John Lasseter’s office naturally has all kinds of dolls.

The key is that the doll floated in the girl's hands, without any external power, just floated on the palm of her hand, and... it seemed that there were a few snowflakes faintly?

"Tell me, what are you discussing? A sequel to my story?" The girl finally turned her head at this moment, and Binglan's eyes were filled with a cold light, which made the people present shudder.

If I had seen the side face before, I would have some thoughts flashed through my heart, such as "This is the best Elsa's osplay" and "more like Georgina Hagrid, who played Elsa in "Fairy Tale Town". Then now when she turned around and faced them head-on, that kind of bitter temperament and the oppression of standing on the top of the snow peak looking down at all, all telling one thing, she is the ice and snow queen Elsa!

"Hug...sorry, this... miss," Lasset finally spoke, stuttering, as if he was pushing his words out of his mouth, "I think...I think you might have gone to the wrong room, here is... here is... here is... here is my office."

As he said, he secretly put his hand behind and waved his hands at Robert and the others. The understanding Robert blocked the side so that his wife could sneak out of the door to find the security guard.

Meanwhile, Lasset continued to talk about the topic: "You can see...you like this animation very much, but it's not your reason to trespass on...my office, of course, if you like...I can give you this doll..."

The girl standing in front of the window suddenly raised the corners of her mouth, but there was no warmth at all, but it looked even colder.

Suddenly, with a wave of her hand, she heard a slam, and the office door was closed tightly before Christine went out. Then another clamor, the room was covered with frost, and the doors and windows were frozen into ice lumps. For a moment, the temperature in the room dropped by several points.

"Oh my God!"

"O God!"

"What's going on!"

Several people screamed, looking at all the frozen items around them, crowded together in fear, but Lasset quickly looked at the girl with some fanatical urgency: "Is this magic? Is this magic?!"

"Oh, of course, this is what you gave me, isn't it?" The girl walked up to them step by step, staring at Lasset and Vick. "And my miserable and lonely childhood, a frightened life, had to leave on the coronation sun, and almost killed my sister!"

Every time she said something, her voice would rise a little higher and the temperature in the room would drop by one point.

"Do you think I will call you Daddy, Mr. Producer? Do you think I will be grateful for creating me? Do you think I will like the story you arranged for me?!" The girl stared at Lasset coldly, with endless indifference in her blue eyes, and layers of frost began to appear around her body.

"You are going to pay for your arrogance now!" She shouted loudly, and the airflow in the room began to rotate violently, making a rustling sound.

Then, with another bang, the door of the inner room was opened, and a cheerful voice was accompanied by: "Aisha Aisha! Look, look! I found a lot of our dolls, and they all did beautifully!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!