Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Facing the impact of newcomers, the experienced countess naturally wouldn't sit still.

As an old man who has been in the fashion industry for so many years, she has seen too many newcomers who will do anything to become famous, but it is really rare to see someone as fierce as Kuyla.

"This dress is amazing, did you design it yourself?" the countess asked loudly while holding a champagne glass, and the surrounding guests also pricked up their ears curiously.

Only Fu Rong sneered with disdain: "This old woman dares to doubt the strength of senior sister Cruella."

It's just unexpected that Cruella said directly: "No! Actually, this is your design, the 1965 winter series."

This answer caused an uproar in the audience, because it meant that the newcomer's work had plagiarized the countess.

However, her next sentence made the discussion even louder.

"But I modified it, and to be honest, your original design, while good, was a little banal and not bold enough."

Kuila is blatantly provoking!

The meaning of her words is all to explain that her improved work is more outstanding than the countess' design.

The Countess is also experienced. Although she wished to tear Cruella to pieces, the expression on her face remained the same, but her tone was slightly colder.

"Oh, no wonder I feel familiar, it turned out to be my work."

"No! It's mine now."

The confrontation between the two sides suddenly became tense.

"Since the concept and style are so similar, it seems that we have to sit down and have a good chat." The countess emphasized.

"I'm still very curious about your creative concept, which is really unique."

Naturally, Cruella would not give in easily, "No! I refuse."

And with the fall of her voice, the whistle sounded from the countess' mouth at the same time.

Only the crisp sound of "crack, crack, crack" came from the surroundings, and three fat and strong Dalmatians apparated along with the whistle, and surrounded Kuila.

Clark clearly saw that the black patterns on those Dalmatians were still in constant motion.

The chaotic colors of black and white make people feel dizzy and nauseous just by looking at it.

What the Countess summoned was not an ordinary Dalmatian, but a special dog-shaped magical animal—the phantom dog of Saxtos.

The three big dogs stared at Cruella with fierce eyes, and whimpered threateningly.

"What if I insist?" The countess, who felt that she was sure of winning, took off the silver whistle from her mouth, with a meaningful smile on her face.

Cruila looked at the three phantom dogs staring at him, and shook his shoulders, "Okay, okay, you are the master, you have the final say."

She followed the countess to the sofa seat on the edge of the ball, and the phantom dogs were still staring at her along the way.

"Look, aren't these little babies gorgeous and vicious?" The countess who sat down found that Cruella was still staring at her pet dog, "This is my favorite combination, just like this dance .”

After finishing speaking, she looked at Cruella again, and looked from head to toe for a while.

"What do you want? I mean, you're clearly trying to get my attention."

Cruella didn't answer.

The countess took a sip of her wine and continued: "Of course, I have seen many young people like you. This city is known as the fashion capital, and young people like you come here every year to communicate with you." Different, maverick, always thinking that he is the unique, undiscovered precious gem."

"I want to be like you." Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Cruella, "You are a very powerful and powerful woman, which makes me very envious."

"Really?" Although she knew it was just an ordinary compliment, the Countess still had a reserved smile on her face.

But she's not that easy to fool. "Ah, then I have to give you some advice. If you want to talk about power, you must first have it. Unfortunately, it seems that you don't have this thing."

The countess said with deep contempt, "As soon as I saw you, I smelled that strong, foul smell of poverty from you. You make me sick. This old dress from decades ago Clothes are not easy to find, which trash dump did they come from?"

Cruella leaned forward so that she could better look into the Countess's eyes.

"It's because I don't have it, that's why I'm talking! That's why I'm here, don't you have that thing? I'm younger than you, more energetic than you, smarter than you, I can keep up with you, But are you sure, you can keep up?"

A smug smile appeared on Cruella's face, but the smile on the Countess's face disappeared, as if frozen by a layer of ice.

"Okay, that's enough. Although I enjoyed chatting with you, I'm afraid I have to have someone arrest you now. Breaking into private houses, disrupting order, picking quarrels and provoking trouble, and of course, malicious harm."

The countess looked at the guard who was supported by her companion not far away, "Believe me, I have enough ability to let you enjoy the power of power in advance, maybe your fashion design path and your dreams are all because of this." Cut it off, go to the prison and regret it, regret that you provoked me."

"Ah! What is this?"

The Countess, who was threatening Cruella just now, was taken aback by the sudden appearance of several fat rats.

She didn't see that the young man who just served the buffet tray beside her was showing a smug smile and leaving quickly.

"A few big mice." Cruella gloated from the sidelines. Of course, she had a panoramic view of everything that happened just now. The waiter who helped her out was her good friend Jasper. .

And those disgusting, dirty little guys were suddenly exposed in broad daylight, and they were also restless, running around quickly, and one of them just happened to jump on the countess.

"Ah! Come on, hurry up and drive them away." The countess screamed hysterically, stood up and slapped them indiscriminately.

Cruyla stood up, stretched out her hand and patted her chest, as if she wanted to help the other party drive away the nasty mouse, but her goal was actually the ruby ​​necklace hanging around the other party's neck that belonged to her .

Unfortunately, Cruira's wishful thinking seems to have come to nothing.

Just when she was about to touch the necklace, a thick palm grabbed her wrist first, stopping her movement.