Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The smile on Cruella's face was extraordinarily bright, and this was the first time Jasper saw her smile during this period.

"Are you okay?" Jasper thought she couldn't bear the blow and lost her mind.

But Kuila took out the ancestral ruby ​​necklace from his chest and waved it in front of the two of them.

"Hahaha, look what this is? Don't blame him, the necklace is worn by the countess, but I have already stolen it from her."

It turned out that the mouse who stole the Countess's necklace was also arranged by Cruella. This guy actually had the same hobby as Ron and kept a mouse as a pet.

The few of them were having fun there, and Clark, who was in front of the driver in the front row, spoke at this moment: "By the way, where are we going now?"

As soon as he spoke, Jasper and Horace noticed what he was doing.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to know how to drive," Horace joked.

But Jasper yelled at him: "God, are you blind? Look at him, he is still a child, how could he have a driver's license!"

Clark turned his head and smiled at them: "I don't have a driver's license, but I've wanted to try this for a long time."

"There is a car! Look ahead!"

Jasper suddenly yelled, under the dim street lights, dazzling headlights lit up in front of them, and a car was heading towards them.

"Brake lightly, don't turn the steering wheel!" Horace was also terrified enough, and reminded sharply.

Clark tightened his grip on the steering wheel, tapped the accelerator twice, and inadvertently touched the wipers. The roar of the engine frightened the driver on the opposite side.

He didn't expect that he would meet such a ruthless person, he hurriedly beat him, and the steering wheel gave way. It hit the curb with a bang. A red phone booth.

"Oh~" Horace let out a long breath.

But just as he relaxed, Clark turned the steering wheel again and made a sharp turn at the intersection.

The tail of the off-road vehicle swung a large arc, swept out several bicycles parked on the side of the road, rubbed against the railing by the river, and drove onto another road.

"Enough!! Stop!" Jasper screamed.

Clark slammed on the brakes and parked the car on the banks of the Seine, not far away from the Alexander III Bridge with flashing lights.

Several people rushed out of the car, and Clark's operation just now almost vomited them all.

Only Furong rushed to Cruira excitedly, "It's great! The fashion show just now was amazing! This flaming red dress is really beautiful."

Cruila glanced at Clark, "You have a new girlfriend? I didn't expect you to like big sister."

"Nonsense, who is his girlfriend?" Fu Rong quickly vetoed.

Clark shrugged, "I still prefer the younger one. Her name is Fu Rong. She is your school girl and a loyal fan of yours."

"Yes, Senior Sister Kuila, I like your work very much. When I was in school, I saw your work exhibition. We have a group of little sisters who like you very much. Can you sign it for me? "

Fleur moved closer to Cruella again, her enthusiasm almost overwhelmed her.

Fortunately, Clark helped her out: "I have already obtained the ancestral gemstone necklace for you, and Mr. Nick Flamel's favor has been paid off. You can figure out the next thing. I will go first."

Cruella put the ruby ​​necklace on her neck. The red gemstone necklace matched her clothes very well, and instantly made her look radiant and radiant again, who had looked a little embarrassed.

"What's the hurry, little brother? You helped my sister, and she even said that she would like to thank you very much." Kuira came slowly with her waist in her arms, exuding a mature charm all over her body.

Clark took a few steps back, "No, no, it's too late, I'm afraid others will misunderstand."

"What is the misunderstanding?" Cruella showed a sad look on his face, as if Clark's refusal was a heinous and bad thing, which made people feel distressed.

But Clark, who has mastered psychic power, doesn't like this.

"What on earth are you trying to say? Ms. Kuila. I'm here to help you this time, it's just Mr. Nick Flamel."

He deliberately puts an emphasis on Nick Flamel.

Clutching the wand in his hand, Cruela hesitated for a long time between silence and seduction, and finally decided to give up.

"Well, I admit that you guessed right at the beginning. I really don't want to let that woman go easily. The hatred of killing my mother is irreconcilable." A bitter smile appeared on Kuila's face.

"Who? That countess!" Clark shook his head resolutely, "Don't you see, I'm only thirteen years old? I'm still a foreign wizard, and I can't afford to murder a countess in your country."

"No, I didn't want to kill her. I didn't before. After tasting the taste of Vanity Fair today, I won't have this idea."

"That kind of behavior that blooms its own light under the eyes of everyone is really dazzling and fascinated." Cruella's eyes revealed the light of yearning, "Even the wealth and wealth that follow Power, to me, is just a passing cloud."

Clark believed she was telling the truth.

"So why should I bet my bright future and be buried with a crappy old woman who is about to become a thing of the past?"

"But I can't just let go of my mother's blood feud. People say that there are five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. Now I want to add one more, and that is revenge!"

Cruela's words were full of restrained anger, but the ferocious look still shocked Fleur. She never thought that her idol had such an unknown side.

"Revenge!" Jasper and Horace shouted in unison.

"Yes, I want revenge! Do you know what the cruelest punishment in the world is? It's not the destruction of life, but the deprivation of his most precious thing.

For the countess, her power and status in the fashion industry are more precious than her life.

I saw with my own eyes the managers of those department stores knelt in front of her, begging her to put the clothes in their windows. At that time, she looked as proud as a queen, so arrogant.

And what I have to do is to help her deprive her of all this, knock her into the dust, and leave her with nothing. "

"Don't kill people? Then what are you going to do?" Jasper asked curiously.

Cruella looked at everyone present, especially Clark and Fleur. Even if outsiders were present, she did not hesitate to reveal her plan, which perfectly showed her spirit.

"Costume design, more fashionable costume design, I want to beat the countess from her favorite place, and I want to tell the whole Parisians that their queen of fashion is back!"