Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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Clark and Hermione left the unfinished building, and no one spoke along the way.

In this way, the silent silence continued until they returned to the hotel lobby door.

"Clark, I always feel that something is wrong. Do we really want to help that... that woman?"

Hermione turned to look at Clark.

"I thought you could hold it back, just holding back and going back to the room." Clark joked, and at the same time led Hermione to the sitting room on the side of the lobby.

"I'm not joking! Although I also sympathize with what happened to Miss Kuila, but I don't know why, she always feels very wrong to me."

"Two glasses of latte, thank you, no need to add sugar." Following Clark's order, two glasses of latte appeared on the table in front of them in an instant.

"Clark!" Hermione's eyes widened and her mouth pouted.

"I know that being overjoyed, easily agitated, and a little nervous is just the normal behavior of wizards, but even so, I still don't believe a word she said. This is exactly what I want to tell you .Anything, anyone, don't listen to what he said, but listen to what he did and how he did it."

"Then why do you still..."

"Do you still want to promise her?" Clark picked up the cup and took a sip. The bitter and sour taste was very mellow.

"If we had continued to argue with her, pointing out some flaws or some problems in her story, do you think she would have told the truth?"

"This..." Hermione didn't know how to answer.

"Furthermore, if we said no at the time, do you think we could have walked away from there unscathed?"

Clark leaned back in his chair and watched her.

"Besides, this matter was entrusted to me by Nicole LeMay, which means that as long as I complete Cruyla's request, the deal between us will be concluded, and no matter what happens in the end, he will endorse it .

Although I think he's a dodgy old bastard like Professor Dumbledore, that doesn't stop me from believing in his influence in French wizarding circles! "

"What's more, did I do anything in this matter? I didn't steal,

What's the problem with not robbing, just providing a job that can feed and clothe two poor homeless people? "

"You're making excuses, what if that necklace really belonged to that countess?" Hermione retorted.

"So what? Justice may be late, but it will never be absent. If that Miss Cruella is really a thief, I think she will definitely pay for her actions.

Besides, during this period of time, I will not do nothing, rest assured, I know what to do. "

Naturally, Hermione had nothing to say. In fact, she didn't know why she would suddenly say these words impulsively, trying to prevent Keak from participating in this matter.

Perhaps it was the unique charm of that Miss Cruella that made her feel inferior and worried.

Or maybe, it was this short seven or eight days trip to a foreign country that allowed her to see the gap between herself and Clark.

Clark was also vaguely aware of this, but he knew that Hermione could only figure this out by himself.

In the next few days, Clark and Hermione's family resumed their normal travel routine.

Accompanied by Hermione and her parents, he visited all the tourist attractions in Paris.

Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame Cathedral, Luxembourg Gardens, Louvre Museum, Place de la Bastille, Palace of Versailles...

The whole itinerary was well arranged with money clearing the way, and the word "play" was really implemented to the end, as if the matter of Cruella had been left behind.

However, plans never change fast.

"What? Go back! How long have we been out?" Hermione's voice was thin with excitement.

"Baby! We've been away for a long time. Yesterday, my old clients were already calling me to urge me." Mr. Granger softly comforted his precious daughter.

"But we..."

"We've been bothering people long enough!" Hermione's mother whispered, pulling her aside.

However, with Clark's sensitive ears, he could still hear clearly. However, he did not persuade Hermione's parents to stay, because he himself was not fully sure about what happened next, and it would be more comfortable if he was here alone.

Therefore, Hermione, whose arm couldn't twist her thigh, was finally dragged by her parents and returned to England early.

Before leaving, Clark also invited the family to have dinner at Gust's Restaurant, the most famous restaurant in the French wizarding world.

The French cuisine in that restaurant is really good, and they also use various ingredients from the wizarding world.

In particular, a Provence stew made Clark feel like he was at home. It's not his castle in England, but the warm harbor in his previous life that only exists in memory.

It must be some kind of magical magic that a dish can make people cry.

However, when Clark invited the head chef of Gust's restaurant and prepared to communicate with him about this dish, it really shocked Hermione's parents.

Because the chef at this Gust restaurant turned out to be a mouse. Yes, the head chef of a restaurant turned out to be not a human being, but a fat mouse named Remy in a chef's uniform.

Sure enough, in the world of wizards, there are really all kinds of wonders!

Fortunately, although the mouse chef named Remy can't speak, his partner Queenie is a young wizard who can communicate with mice. very pleasant.

And after sending Hermione and her parents away, Clark finally let go.

At this time, Horace and Jasper, two of Kuira's attendants, had been working in the cleaning company for a few days, and Clark also managed to get the invitation letter for the countess's black and white ball.

This was obtained from official channels. After all, the purpose of the Countess holding the ball was nothing more than a show to promote her fashion design concept.

In Paris, France, those luxury companies, fashion designers, and some celebrities often hold this kind of party, so as long as you have certain contacts and status, it is very easy to get an invitation to this kind of dance.

Time passed quickly, and that day arrived in a blink of an eye.

As night fell, the earl's castle, which was originally empty and deserted, gradually became lively. In the transparent glass windows, the bright lights pierced the darkness even more, decorating the entire castle magnificently.

Countless celebrities, fashion supermodels, and media reporters in black and white costumes all flocked to this fashionable ball.

Perhaps tonight, they will be able to make friends with some people they have not been in contact with before, so as to contribute to their careers and take them to a higher level.

And outside the courtyard wall of the castle, a small van with the sign of "Extraordinary Cleanliness" also wobbled to a stop.