Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Are you sure it's here?"

This is an old-fashioned building that looks very dilapidated. The mottled walls are full of traces of time, surrounded by high wooden walls, as if waiting to be demolished, but because of insufficient funds, only demolition It took a little and half, and then put it there.

Clark and Hermione stood in front of the five-story old house, looking at it curiously.

"The person in need of help that Mr. Nicole Flamel said lives here?" Hermione asked with a puzzled expression.

"It should be here." Clark checked the note in his hand, and confirmed it to the house elf who was leading the way.

"That's right, sir, this is the 18th arrondissement, a famous slum in Paris. I have lived in Paris for so many years, and I will definitely not take the wrong place."

The house elf provided by the hotel looked a little excited, as if afraid that the guests would not be very satisfied with his service.

"It seems that our client this time is really having a hard time."

Since the address was correct, Clark didn't hesitate, walked up to it, and knocked on the dilapidated door.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After knocking several times in a row, there was no answer in the room. It seemed that Clark and the others came at the wrong time today. The owner of the house might be busy and was not at home at the moment.

"Is there anyone there?"

Hermione wanted to look for a window, but all the windows had been boarded up, so she could only yell into the room, but there was still no answer.

"It seems that no one is really at home."

Clark didn't agree with Hermione's words, because with his psychic power, he discovered that the mental fluctuations of two people were clearly hidden in the room behind this door.

But this time he came to the door, entrusted by Nicole Flamel to provide help, so it was not easy to break in.

Just as he was hesitating whether to use psychic powers to trick the two people inside to help open the door, a deep voice sounded from behind them.

"You guys, who are you going to find?"

when!

Clark's back tightened,

The visitor was able to approach him so far without making a sound. If he had a gun in his hand, he would have directly killed him.

But although he was extremely vigilant in his heart, Clark's face still pretended to be taken aback.

"Hi, we are..."

He turned around and was about to talk to the person who came, but when he saw the other person's face, he was completely stunned. He knew this person, "Kuila!"

That's right, the person who appeared behind Clark and Hermione was the "Witch" Cruella they had seen in the window of the "LV" flagship store not long ago.

"You know me!"

Cruella looked at the two children in front of him, and the house elf standing behind them, raised his eyebrows, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Two little wizards, the accent is still a foreigner, I don't remember dealing with you two."

She was wearing a hollow lace blouse, small metal pendants everywhere, a striped belt and a dark pattern vest, converging into a looming bohemian style, plus a pair of men's trousers and a pair of boots , properly portrayed the image of a capable and decisive female wizard.

"Hello, we were introduced by Mr. Nicole Flamel." Clark answered her question.

Cruela folded her arms around her chest, squinted her eyes and looked them up and down, revealing an aura that no strangers should enter from all over her body.

"Two children? Mr. Nicole Flamel sent you here? Hmph~"

Her words were full of deep distrust and a trace of sadness.

"Although I don't know where you know me, I don't need children to play house games here. It's really a cold day. If Nicole Flamel doesn't come, why don't you come? Why arrange two children to come and deal with me."

Hermione was very displeased with her daring to call Nicole Flamel's name directly, and was about to speak back.

However, Clark could tell from the other party's tone, demeanor, and unwiped tears in the corners of his eyes that this "witch" might have just experienced some misfortune.

"Ms. Kuila, since we're here, we naturally represent a great alchemist. In any case, it's not very polite to let us stand outside like this."

Clark's words were soft and hard, and Cruela looked at him and snorted coldly. He didn't say anything more, but walked to the door and casually took out a wand from his pocket.

"Alahoo hole!" The dilapidated wooden door opened in response.

The two followed her, and as soon as they entered, they saw two men, one fat and one thin, coming up to her.

Clark found that the two of them were the ones who woke up Cruella in front of the window of the "LV" flagship store. From the looks of it, the three of them should have known each other a long time ago.

"Cuila, what's wrong with you, who are they?" the tall and thin man asked with concern.

But the chunky guy made a joke, "Hey, Cruella, you never told us that you have two children outside, and the little guy grows up so fast!"

Cruela kept a straight face and ignored the two of them. He stepped on the stairs and walked up to the second floor.

The two men looked at each other and shrugged helplessly.

"Hey! Do you know what's going on with her? Oh, by the way, my name is Horace, and he is my partner Jasper." The short and fat man greeted Clark very familiarly. .

"My name is Clark, Clark Prewett, and this is my classmate Hermione Granger." Clark stepped forward to shake hands with the two of them, shaking his head at the same time, "To be honest, I don't know either."

When several people went upstairs, they saw Cruella sitting on the sofa with his head deeply buried in his arms.

"Hello!" The tall and thin Jasper leaned forward again without giving up, stretched out his hand and poked Cruella's shoulder, "Are you okay?"

This moment seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back. This outstanding graduate of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a supernova in the world of magic costume design and Muggle fashion, just cried out.

"She called my mom a thief! Said she was a failed mom!"

Big tears washed over the eyeliner and flowed down the face of this tough-looking witch with black ink, and the choked voice told its owner's inner unrest.

"What? Who? The countess? She knows your real mother?" Jasper sat beside Cruella with an expression of disbelief.

Cruella took off her big bat glasses and wiped away the tears with her sleeve, which made her face black, but she didn't care.

"Yes, it turned out that we went to her party that night."