Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

[Charm Human] plus [Soul Infection]!

Accompanied by Clark's words, those onlookers standing in front of him, like docile lambs, obediently moved aside and made way for him.

"You are finished! How dare you use magic outside the school!"

The girl who seemed to be Furong couldn't believe her eyes, followed behind Clark and the two, and shouted in a low voice:

"Didn't your Hogwarts teachers tell you? Underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school, whether in England or France!

Aurors from the French Ministry of Magic will come to catch you in a moment, even if you are foreigners. "

Clark heard a hint of schadenfreude in her tone, so he shook his head and didn't intend to talk to her at all, but Hermione couldn't bear this anger, and turned back a little proudly and said:

"I don't need to worry about that, Clark is a talent, do you understand talent? Forget it, I'm sorry you don't understand either."

After finishing speaking, she left the two sisters stunned, and followed Clark to the window.

"talent!"

The long-haired girl remembered that Clark did not use the wand just now, and subconsciously touched the camouflage badge on her neckline, whispering softly, and the way she looked at Clark changed.

But Clark didn't see all this, he just stood in front of the window, marveling at the contents inside.

Only by standing here can we know why so many people gathered around here, and why did that little girl scream after taking a look at it just now?

I saw that the window in front of them was supposed to be a place where dummy mannequins were used to display exquisite costumes, but now it has become a mess.

On the snow-white walls and glass, a large number of abstract words and patterns were painted with black charcoal pencil and lipstick. It can be vaguely distinguished that they are chandeliers, vines, and dancing young men and women.

Obviously, this is a scene of a prom party created by graffiti, but what attracts the audience's attention the most is the dummy model in the center of the prom, leaning on a bench and looking out of the window.

She was originally wearing an orange floral long dress, and the close-fitting lines should have given people a retro ladylike feeling.

However, at this moment, her long skirt was cut from the middle, and it was dragged casually on the ground, revealing the fluffy inner lining made of folded newspapers.

Such a strange dress, coupled with the dummy model's messy blonde hair, and her feet hanging on the chair, gave people a sense of laziness with a little wildness, a bold and unruly feeling at a formal ball.

No wonder it attracts so many free and undisciplined French people to stop and watch.

Of course, this is only the feeling of those Muggles who appreciate it.

But in the eyes of wizards like Clark and the others, there was another magnificent scene in the window.

The "if should be fun" written on the window glass with lipstick seems to have some magical power, just like the meaning of "should be fun" it represents, instantly pulling the audience in front of the window into into a mysterious dream world.

This was a grand ball that took place in the neoclassical era. The crystal chandelier that was originally painted in the corner of the window was now hung high above their heads.

The bright candlelight projected down illuminated the whole dance scene like daytime, and the crystal lampshade bloomed beautiful colorful light under the candlelight.

The abstract figures originally painted on the wall came to life at this moment. They walked down the wall one after another and walked to the center of the dance floor in grand formal attire. Men and women danced to the cheerful music.

In a trance, Clark seemed to become one of them. With Hermione in a pink dress in his arms, he danced on the edge of the dance floor.

This is? illusion!

Clark's [Psychic] profession is not an ordinary street stall. His fairly good psychic resistance allowed him to react quickly and discovered the weirdness of the scene in front of him.

The men and women dancing on the dance floor all wore fake smiles and their movements were as stiff as puppets. At first glance, the whole room looked very large, but upon closer inspection, it was found that only the area where the dance floor was located It is true.

Clark looked at Hermione in front of him. The smile on her face was sincere. It seemed that this girl was drawn into this illusion just like him.

He subconsciously called Hermione twice, and the girl still didn't respond, but Clark was keenly aware that her dancing steps were messed up.

So he yelled again, this time with a little psionic power.

"Wake up, Hermione, wake up! Hiss~"

Hermione, who was awakened, danced in disorder and stepped directly on Clark's instep. The pointed high heels actually brought real pain.

This illusion is too real!

"Hey, Clark, where is this? Weren't we still shopping just now?" Hermione asked pretending to be puzzled.

But Clark directly exposed her, "You are so smart, how can you not know where we are? It was fun to step on me just now, right?"

Hermione stuck out her tongue mischievously, and directly skipped this paragraph, "Have we entered the window? Could this be the illusion advertisement of the store just now?"

Clark looked around and nodded, "Well, it's really possible, look at that."

As he spoke, he tilted his head towards the center of the dance floor, and Hermione looked in the direction he indicated, and saw a maverick beauty sitting in the center of the dance floor.

She was wearing exactly the same dress as the model in the window just now, and she was posing in exactly the same shape, only replaced by a real person, but the feeling she gave Clark was completely different from what he saw in the window just now.

In this lively dance party, the surrounding lights are brilliant, and on the dance floor, men and women in formal attire are laughing, dancing and spinning to their heart's content.

On the other hand, she was wearing a flamboyant fancy dress, leaning lazily on the bench, hiding in the crowd as if lying down, looking at the void in front of her with a pair of indifferent eyes.

Liveliness and indifference, formal and exotic clothes, movement and stillness, all of these seem so different.

If we say that in the window just now, what the Muggles saw was a wild queen who subverted the tradition.

So at this moment, what Clark and the others saw was a little girl who was huddled alone in the crowd, but absolutely no one would take a look at her, even if she deliberately put on strange clothes.

Yes, what is more desperate than ignoring it?

It is said that there are levels of loneliness. Go to the movies alone, go to hot pot alone, go shopping alone, go to the hospital for surgery alone...

Perhaps now, Clark believes that there should be one more thing in front of these things, that is, no one will come to you and take you away during a lively social party.