Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Okay, let's get ready to do it."

Through the newly painted iron fence, the chubby Horace carefully observed the scene in the castle, his eyes couldn't help revealing a hint of excitement.

Beside him, the tall and thin Jasper had already packed up all the crime tools.

The two were sitting in the car provided by the cleaning company, wearing green overalls. At first glance, they were no different from real cleaning staff.

They got out of the car in full armor, and walked along the courtyard wall of the castle to the back door. At this time, there were also two black guards with big arms.

"Hey buddy, we're here to unclog the sewer."

Horace, who is naturally funny, took the initiative to go forward to make friends, but the two guards had a face that could not be seen clearly in the night, with a business-like attitude.

There was no way, Jasper could only take out his ID card and the certificate issued by the cleaning company, and waited for the guard to confirm with the main control room before being let in.

The backyard of the castle is connected to the utility room and the kitchen. After entering, Horace went straight to the bathroom, while Jasper took advantage of the noisy situation, lifted the manhole cover of the sewer and got in with tools.

While they were busy in the backyard, a slender figure wearing a snow-white silk cloak was stepping on graceful steps, swaying gracefully, and came to the gate of the castle.

The waiter who was in charge of welcoming the guests was attracted by her unique mysterious aura from afar, and only remembered her mission when someone came close to her.

"Hello, please show me your invitation letter."

The hood of the cloak cast a shadow over the beauty's face, revealing only a pointed chin and slightly pouty red lips.

"It's a pity!" When the waiter was still annoyed at not being able to see the face of this beauty, an invitation letter had already floated in front of him with a fragrant breeze.

The waiter's eyes blurred, and when he looked up again, the beauty had disappeared.

In the spacious and bright hall, the organizer of the party, the honorable Countess von Hermann, has also slowly walked down the stairs.

The dress on her body is mainly black and white, with an exaggerated shape, a high collar, and a white chest that is deliberately exposed. It is also the theme of the party - "the collision of black and white".

"This is... a toast to me." The countess took the champagne glass from the butler beside her and raised it high.

The guests who gathered around followed her example, "Respect the Earl..."

"jingling!"

The salutation of the crowd had just sounded, and a clear sound of glass breaking came from the gate.

what's the situation?

The guests followed the prestige, and saw that the champagne tower at the door had collapsed because the bottom glass was taken out, and the floor was covered with transparent glass shards. Fragrant.

As for the glass of champagne that was taken away, it was being drank by a lady in a white cloak standing aside.

Facing everyone's gaze, the lady put down the cup in her hand. It is also like a waiter on the side asking: "Do you have a fire?"

The waiter was taken aback by her question,

Subconsciously, he took out a match from his pocket, lit it and handed it to her.

The onlookers didn't know what kind of madness she was going into, but after the lady took the match, she let go of it and let the burning match fall on her white cloak.

boom!

flame! flame!

The crimson flame ignited her cloak, gushing out like a volcanic eruption.

"what!"

The surrounding guests screamed and made a mess, but these flames did not stop, like a flame storm, swept across the entire hall in an instant, until they hit the white light on the castle wall before turning back.

Almost all the people were terrified by the sudden change, they shouted, "Fire! Fire!"

Some people didn't even care about the elegance of their movements, and just lay on the ground and kept rolling, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

But soon they realized that their bodies did not feel the pain caused by the burning flames. Those flames seemed to be false phantoms, flowing and rising around them.

Clark, who had been hiding among the guests all this time, stretched out his hand, wanting to try to touch them, but some mischievous guys flew towards the source like the ebbing sea water.

Just at the place where the flames spewed out just now, a beautiful woman was standing there.

She was wearing a fiery red mermaid dress with layers of parallel folds tightly wrapping her body, outlining her curves.

The mermaid skirt uses layers of yarn to create the effect of blooming flowers, and the two sides rotate and spread naturally, as if the flames are burning under her feet.

Such gorgeous clothing, in stark contrast with the surrounding black and white dresses, is very eye-catching. Coupled with the dreamlike magic flame just now, the appearance of this red dress can be said to amaze everyone.

"Crack!"

Clark hurriedly pressed the shutter, recording this fleeting and beautiful picture, and prepared to use it in subsequent reports.

He naturally recognized it. This beautiful woman in a red dress who made a shocking appearance was the saboteur of this ball—the Witch Kuila.

Although she dyed her hair black and white, and wore a black feather eye patch on her face, such a gorgeous costume display, as well as the signature light and shadow illusion magic, all revealed her identity.

Among the people present, besides Clark, there was actually one person who also recognized Cruyla's identity.

"Sister Cruella!"

An indiscernible exclamation sounded from Clark's left. He followed the sound and found a silver-haired girl who looked a little familiar standing beside the vase not far away.

The girl seemed to have noticed Clark's gaze, and turned her head to meet him.

"Fleur Delacour!"

"that whoever!"

Clark almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, "Please, my name is Clark Prewett."

"Oh, Clark Prewett, why are you here?" Fleur looked at him curiously.

Clark flashed the ID badge hanging on his chest.

"Special fashion editor of "Right and Wrong Daily"? Reporter!" Sharp-eyed Fu Rong saw the above text clearly, and questioned with a little surprise.

"Why, can't I be a reporter? The Daily News is just a local small newspaper in Paris. It's easy to become their special editor." Clark put away his ID card and asked, "What about you? How do you know that she is the Senior Sister Kuira you mentioned earlier?"

"Hush!" Fleur reached out her hand to stop Clark's words, "Hush your voice! In any case, using magic in front of Muggles is already a violation of the Ministry of Magic's laws. Be careful not to let others hear it, and you will offend Senior Sister Cruella. trouble."

As she said that, she looked at Kuira in the middle of the crowd with admiration, "Is there any need to guess? Even though she changed her clothes, dyed her hair, and wore a mask, the temperament of senior sister is still so unique." , like a firefly in the dark night, it's hard not to notice her."

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