Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"What do you want to do?"

The countess looked at Cruella with a little fear, thinking that she was trying to plot evil against her by reaching out.

However, Kuila turned her attention to the butler standing beside the countess, because it was this unattractive bald-headed middle-aged man who was grabbing her wrist at this moment.

Even she didn't expect that this one turned out to be a master of agility!

As an orthodox wizard who has received an academy education, Cruira naturally knows that in addition to wizards, there are some extraordinary inheritances handed down from the Silver Age in this world.

It's a pity that as wizards occupy a dominant position in this world, those extraordinary inheritances have gradually declined, and most of them only left a few words. But in some big families with a long history, they can still be seen.

And this bald-headed butler, I am afraid that he also inherited the incomplete knight inheritance from the Earl's family.

Cruila tried to pull her arm, but the rough palm of the other party was like a pincer made of steel, firmly grasping her wrist, and even pinched her hand bone painfully.

However, Cruella did not show any disappointment on his face, because at this moment, the mouse that was scurrying around on the countess suddenly turned into a gray shadow, flashed away from the other party's snow-white chest, and grabbed the mouse. Gone is the ruby ​​necklace.

It wasn't until this moment that Cruella opened his mouth, "Ma'am, I just want to drive away the mice for you."

The countess was not in the mood to talk to her, so she waved her hand and asked her butler to take Kuyla down.

"Come on, catch that mouse! It stole my necklace."

Following her order, the three phantom dogs and the idle guards all rushed up one after another.

But at the moment, not to mention the crowds, the hall was full of guests and friends. That little mouse was running around under people's feet, and from time to time it caused some female guests to scream.

The guards were tall and burly, so there was no way they could catch up to it. Only the three phantom dogs, whose bodies seemed real and illusory, changing from reality to reality, relying on their own talents, followed closely behind the mouse.

Just when they were about to catch up with the mouse, there was a bang, and a big fat man in a cleaner's costume fell down from the corridor on the second floor, and happened to hit a cake nearby.

The white cream splashed in all directions, startling the three phantom dogs passing by, and at this moment, the mouse disappeared without a trace.

"Guests,

The real party starts now! Horace stood up and yelled as if playing a trick, attracting the attention of the guards, but the guests who were hiding around blocked their footsteps.

Somebody didn't know who touched the switch of the fire extinguisher in the hall, and countless dry powders scattered in the air, covering people's sights and causing the commotion at the scene to become more serious.

In the midst of this chaos, Cruira only felt that his wrist, which was held by the bald butler, loosened at some point.

She stomped her feet quickly, and the fiery flames spread from the hem of the red dress, forming a swirling fire ring, forcing the bald butler back.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Cruira drew out the wand stuffed in front of her chest, and raised a phoenix made of fire and flew towards the countess.

The bald butler saw that his master was in danger, so he couldn't care less about her, so he quickly kicked the flame phoenix into sparks all over the sky with his black iron-colored right foot.

As for Cruella, she had already plunged into the crowd, and soon disappeared from the housekeeper's sight.

The entire hall was filled with smoke and dust. In the chaos, people crowded, trampled, and even touched people, which happened from time to time.

Looking at the scene in front of her, the countess knew that her ball this time might become the laughing stock of the entire Parisian fashion world.

The hatred for that smelly girl with black and white hair in my heart increased a bit.

On the other side, Clark had slipped to the gate with Fleur at the very beginning of the chaos.

Looking at the guests who kept escaping from the hall at this moment, she quickly found Cruella and her two attendants. After all, her fiery red dress was really eye-catching.

It's a pity that besides Clark, there seemed to be other people at the scene who also discovered them.

Those were two French Ministry of Magic Aurors who had just Apparated, almost like their counterparts in the Muggle world.

"Stop! Ma'am, you are suspected of violating the Wizarding Secrecy Act by using magic in front of Muggles. Please come with us."

Cruella looked at the two Aurors pointing at him with wands in front of him, and felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Of course she herself is confident of escaping from these two, but now that she has two companions following her, this immediately makes her feel a little helpless.

Fortunately, she has more than two helpers.

boom!

A deafening roar came from behind the two Aurors, and an off-road vehicle parked on the side of the road went crazy for some reason, and suddenly ran towards them.

Of course, the two wizards would not be killed by the Muggle car, but they had no time to dodge. They could only cast an Iron Armor Charm on themselves, and then they were knocked out like two bowling balls.

"Go!"

The car door opened, and Fu Rong, who was sitting in the co-pilot, yelled at the three of them. Cruella's reaction was also very fast, without asking who she was. While pushing his two partners into the car, he waved his magic wand and conjured up three phantoms exactly like them, running wildly in another direction.

After doing this, Cruella also jumped into the car.

"Sit tight!"

Clark stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel wildly amidst the roar of the engine. The off-road vehicle rushed directly across the flower bed, onto the road, and sped towards the city of Paris.

Along the way, the dim street lamps retreated quickly, pulling out strips of mottled light.

No one in the car spoke, only their heavy breathing. Everything just now was too exciting and thrilling.

After sitting like this for a while, the chubby Horace came back to his senses and shouted, "That's so cool!"

But Jasper suddenly came to his senses and asked him, "Where's the necklace? Did you steal that necklace?"

"what?"

"Necklace," Jasper gestured on his chest, and emphasized again, "The necklace that Cruella needs, her family heirloom, didn't you ask you to steal it?"

"But there's no necklace in the safe!" Horace's eyes widened, looking innocent.

"Oh my god!" Jasper patted his forehead, "That means everything we did today is meaningless."

"seems like it."

Seeing the two lost people crowded in the seats, Kuira, who had been silent all the time, let out a happy laugh.