Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

In the dilapidated but cozy house, "Witch" Cruella was telling her story with a sad face.

"I still remember that night. Because of my magical talent, none of the Muggle primary schools around my hometown were willing to take me in, so my mother took me and prepared to move to Paris.

But at that time we, mother and daughter, were unaccompanied and penniless in Paris.

With so little money, in order to live in this big city, my mother had no choice but to wear her most beautiful clothes. On the night of arriving in Paris, she took me to a castle in the suburbs of Paris, preparing to greet her A friend of mine asked for help to help us through this difficult time. "

Cruella stared blankly at the void in front of her, and her emotional voice seemed to bring Clark and the others into that night together.

"That night, the sky was very dark, there was no moon, and it was still drizzling, the castle was brightly lit and the candles were shining brightly.

People who entered and exited were all dressed in gorgeous costumes, holding wine glasses, and talking loudly under bright lights. I don't know what they were doing, but honestly, it all fascinated me.

At that time, my mother left me in the car, and she went to find the old friend herself. However, I couldn't bear the temptation of those gorgeous clothes, so I decided to break my promise a little bit.

Just a little bit, I just wanted to get a little peek at the party and the fancy dress while my mom was busy meeting her mystery friend.

The problem is, that little peek almost blows my mind.

I don't know where I am or what I'm doing. I just knew that for the first time in my life, seeing a gorgeous fashion show, I felt like I belonged. "

Looking at the expression on Cruella's face and the light in his eyes, Clark fully understood.

After all, for Cruella, who was young at the time, just came to Paris from such a remote place, and saw the bustling scene at first glance, one can imagine how much spiritual shock he would receive.

Lighting, music, fine wine, fancy clothes, wealth and material desires, weave a bright coat, how many girls are not addicted to it?

However, behind the bright and beautiful, there is also a flow of sewage. The splendor has faded, and only black and gray remain. After the high tone of Kuila's tone, it also suddenly turned down.

"It would have been nice if time had been frozen in that moment. I could blame Buddy for what happened next, but the truth is, I blew it up."

Cruella covered her face with her hands,

Weeping uncontrollably, obviously thinking of something bad, Jasper sat on the side and patted her on the back, while Clark and Hermione were kept in a continuous circle.

"Who's Buddy?"

The chubby Horace at the side gestured to them with his eyes, and looked at a little terrier lying at Cruyla's feet. It turned out that the so-called Buddy was a dog that Cruyla had adopted since childhood.

At this time, Cruella had recovered from her grief, and told the following story with a choked voice.

"Because of Buddy running around, I was spotted and chased by the security personnel of the costume dinner. In a panic, I crossed the long runway, ran out of the lobby, and came to the lawn outside. I happened to see my mother. Stand face to face with the Countess.

I happily called to my mother, but in a hurry, I fell to the ground and rolled off the lawn.

When I stood up again, I saw my mother, under the attack of three ferocious Dalmatians, climb over the fence and fall off the cliff. "

"She killed her, she killed my mother!" Cruella yelled brokenly, and the makeup that was spent made her beautiful face look even more terrifying.

"I saw her with my own eyes, blowing the whistle, Zhizhi, those three hateful beasts, driving my mother off the cliff."

Perhaps it was the first time seeing her companion show such an expression, even Horace and Jasper were taken aback by her appearance.

"What? The countess killed your mother!"

"I was terrified," Cruella said with a look of grief.

"After that woman killed my mother, she still wanted to beat her up, saying that my mother was threatening her and asked the police to help her find her accomplices. I had to keep running and running.

later? Later, I ran for a long time and kept running until I finally arrived in Paris. "

"It's a funny and sad story, isn't it?" Cruella had a weeping smile on her face, "The genius girl turned into a stupid girl and killed her mother, Ended up wandering the streets of Paris alone."

"Oh, don't say that," Jasper tried to reassure her. "It wasn't your fault. You were just a kid and there was nothing you could do."

"No!" Kuira yelled, her voice a little hoarse, "When I was working for the countess today, I saw the necklace she was hanging around her neck, that ruby ​​necklace. It was left by my mother. The one given to me is a family heirloom of our family!"

"It must have been that night. I lost it when I was running away, but she found it and took it for herself." After recalling these gloomy and bad pasts, she was already a little hysterical at this time.

"She even said that it was her family's ancestral thing. It was obviously mine, and it was left to me by my mother. I must take it back!"

The loud sound shook the ceiling, and dust fell down from the ceiling, sprinkled on several people's heads and faces.

Jasper asked hesitantly, "Take it back? Just like we did before...steal it?"

Judging from that, the Countess must have an unusual background.

Facing his companion's hesitation, Kuira looked at him viciously, and said with certainty: "Yes! That's right! I just want to get back what belongs to me."

Only Horace shouted, "Aha, ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you, what are we going to face next? It's wealth! It's an earl's treasure!"

The originally sad atmosphere in the room was immediately washed away by his exaggerated words and actions.

Just like every team cannot lack a pistachio to adjust the atmosphere, Horace, who is chubby and looks very happy, is in charge of this matter.

I saw him dancing and saying to Cruella:

"I told you a long time ago, don't think about going to that clothing store and being a designer.

How can we be so comfortable in a life bound by people, you have technology, magic, we have experience, the three of us together are a combination, a family...

His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he had to raise his hands in a gesture of surrender, because Cruella was watching him intently.

"Well, it's actually not too bad to be a fashion designer. At least I can often get in touch with high-society figures and know what valuable things are in their homes, just like this time."

"Excuse me, excuse me," Clark, who had been acting as an invisible man on the sidelines, suddenly said, "You are looking for Mr. Nick Flamel, just like asking him to help you get back the ancestral gemstone necklace? "