Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Hermione grabbed Clark's hand tightly, she grasped so hard and so helplessly.

Clark patted the back of her hand reassuringly, knowing it was because the whole scene reminded her of something bad.

Smart people are often easily isolated by mediocre people. Hermione may have had this situation before, so she should have easily seen the shadow of her past from the model in the middle of the dance floor.

But appreciation is all appreciation, Clark managed to convince Hermione's parents to take her out for shopping, but he didn't have time to spend a whole day here.

So he pulled Hermione and prepared to go forward, trying to get in touch with that unique model to see if he could get out of here.

Although his psychic powers should be able to forcibly break the illusion, but now it seems that this place is not a dangerous place, and it is not enough to forcefully use violence to escape without saying hello to the master.

After all, a gentleman has to move his mouth before making a move.

But before he could step forward, a crisp voice interrupted his actions from behind.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that. Senior sister Cruella doesn't like others meddling in her work."

"What did you say?"

Clark turned around and found that the two girls who had clashed with them just now appeared behind them, but at this time they also changed into a set of formal clothes similar to the other dummies.

The two are tall and short, and both have beautiful bright silver hair, which looks cute and cute, while the elder sister is older, so her figure is more plump and prominent under the tight clothing.

Especially the bright color displayed from that collar, under the light, almost blinded Clark's eyes.

It's really big, ah no, it's really white. When I do multiple-choice questions, I often ponder between B and C.

With the exquisite facial features, the two sisters seem to be elves in the forest who have fallen into the mortal world. How much more gorgeous than what they saw outside just now? Unconsciously, Clark's pupils shrank.

Sure enough, the sisters are yyds, it would be even better if the clothes can be changed into one black and one white.

For a moment when Clark lost his mind, Hermione gave Hermione another slap on his foot. He came back to his senses in an instant, and asked the other party, "What did you mean just now? What did you mean, Senior Sister Cruella? This is her." Was it magic?"

The elder sister seemed very satisfied with Clark's reaction just now,

He glanced at Hermione proudly, then put his arms around his chest, covering the beautiful scenery, and said arrogantly:

"Are you British boys so unreasonable? Before you ask a lady, shouldn't you introduce yourself and ask the other person's name? My name is not 'you'."

Clark couldn't see any embarrassment on his face, and asked very naturally:

"My name is Clark Prewett and this is my friend Hermione Granger, we are both wizards from England.

May I ask this beautiful big sister, what should I call you? There is still trouble, who is that Cruella you are talking about? "

The "big" sister raised her head proudly, her slender neck was like jade, "Listen, my name is Fleur Delacour. You can call me Miss Delacour. This is my sister, Gabrielle Delacour."

The little sister was very polite, she smiled at Clark and gave a standard ladylike salute.

"As for Senior Sister Cruella, you don't know her? She is the most outstanding graduate of our Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Magic in recent years.

Her outstanding light and shadow magic combined with unique design talent can be said to be a rising star in the world of magical costume design and Muggle fashion.

As soon as he graduated, he was signed by Liberty, the most famous fashion magic clothing store in the French wizarding world.

To be honest, I wish I could be half as capable as she was when I graduated. "

After Furong finished speaking, she had a look of admiration and longing, the performance of a full-fledged little fan girl.

"Is it so powerful?"

Clark looked at Furong's appearance and expressed deep doubts about her words. After all, under the halo of fans, it is normal for the description of idols to be a little distorted.

But even if there is water in her words, the scene that Clark saw in front of him is enough to show that the strength of that Cruela-sister, even if she is not the strongest among Beauxbaton's graduates , and must be the man of the hour among them.

"Then how should we get out?" Hermione was getting a little impatient.

Fu Rong looked at the costume work in the middle of the dance floor with fascination, and said hesitantly: "I only encountered this kind of situation in the graduation exhibition of senior sister Cruella before, and that was a year ago .

This unique spell of Cruella-senpai is named "Witch's Wardrobe", which allows people to experience immersively and watch her clothing works.

Usually after we finish watching, the senior sister will take the initiative to release the magic on us, or if you go directly to the edge of the scene, it seems that you can get out. "

Witch's Closet!

Clarke heard the name of the spell of this senior sister Cruella, and then thought of the style of the work he saw just now, and immediately judged that this person was probably a crazy person who was both good and evil.

But since they already knew the way to get out, the two of them didn't hesitate, and walked directly to the edge of the dance floor, where there was a door leading to the outside room.

It's a pity that before they could take a few steps, the entire illusion space suddenly changed dramatically.

There was only a loud knocking sound of "哐, 哐, 哐", and then the whole scene, like shattered glass, scattered into a kaleidoscope of light and shadow in a burst of shattering.

There was a change of light and shadow in front of Clark and his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, the surrounding scene became reality again.

At this time, there was another "kuang, kuang, kuang" glass knocking sound, and only then did they realize that there were two men knocking on the window in front of them just now.

And in the window, a red-haired girl wearing a black and white gradient cotton jacket, wearing long leather boots, and decorated with iron chains, was lying on the ground among the piles of newspapers, sleeping soundly.

She was still holding an empty XO brandy bottle in her hand. Obviously, last night, she must have transformed into a hero in wine and a heroine in women.

It seems that the masterpiece in the window is also her handwriting.

really.

"Sister Cruella!" Furong exclaimed in disbelief when she saw the face of the sleeping girl.

This drunken punk girl in the glass window is exactly the outstanding graduate of Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in her mouth, a supernova in the world of magic clothing design and Muggle fashion, and a special employee of Liberty, a fashion magic clothing store—" Witch" Cruella.