Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

On the sidewalk along the Seine River, the dim street lamps cast hazy light and shadows, and the ground was covered with old and somewhat broken floor tiles, as well as dirty stagnant water and fallen leaves.

However, Cruella stands here, as if she is standing on a catwalk illuminated by spotlights. She opens her white arms, the red dress on her body sways in the wind like a flame, and the ruby ​​on her chest is shining with charming light. She is embellished with brilliance.

At this moment, she seemed to have really become a fashion queen, the godmother of the clothing industry, and the whole Paris fell under her red dress.

"Long live Sister Cruella, let them see what is the latest art and what is a fashion-leading work." Furong, Cruela's little fan girl, was the first to voice her support.

Her two followers, Jasper and Horace, also clapped their hands.

"That sounds really good."

“It feels like the heart is surging and the blood is boiling.”

However, Cruella's gaze was still firmly fixed on Clark's face, and the voices of the other three people's discussions gradually weakened, and they looked at Clark together.

At this time, Clark had a reserved smile on his face. In his opinion, who had experienced the baptism of the Internet wave in his previous life, Cruella's performance at the moment was really not excellent, although the special effects of light and shadow and spiritual magic had already been completed. It's full, but compared with Boss Ma, who is proficient in Huabei boxing, this skill is far behind.

But well.

"I have to pay more."

"What?" Fu Rong suspected that she had heard wrong.

Clark pushed his glasses up.

"This is France, and Mr. Nick Flamel is a representative of the French wizarding world, so you should have heard of the theory of alchemy many times, that is the 'principle of equivalent exchange'.

My task is only to help Mr. Nick Flamel pay back the favor. Just this time, if you want to play the Prince's Revenge like "Hamlet", please ask me to be a supporting role and help you again later, then you have to Add money. "

"It's easy," Kuira quickly agreed, "When I defeat the countess, I will be a well-known fashion designer in France, and I will naturally have money to pay you, whether you want Galleons, francs or British pounds." .”

"Not enough," Clark shook his head. "That's in the future. I have to go back to England to go to school, but I don't have time to spend here with you. Besides, believe it or not, I don't need money. I don't care about money." interest."

He said it so that both Jasper and Horace wanted to hit him.

Kuila, who was rejected, said again: "I see that the sign on your chest says that you are a special editor of the "Right and Wrong Daily", and I also want to start my own clothing brand to compete with the Countess's studio.

'Shock of fashion newcomers' would be a good topic, I can reveal more insider information to you, which will make your news very valuable and increase your reputation.

We can even work together to create some great news, believe me, fashion waves will be set off by you. "

"Not enough." Clark continued to shake his head. "Being a reporter is just a part-time job for me. Whether I am famous or not is not important to me."

"Then what exactly do you want?"

Being rejected over and over again, fame and fortune have no effect, even Cruela is already on the verge of going berserk, and the red dress on her body crackles with her irritable mood, bursting out dazzling Mars.

However, this didn't scare Clark. He looked up and down at Cruella for a while with a calm gaze.

Seeing his gaze, Kuira froze for a moment, her face turned red.

"Although I don't mind those who are younger than me, at least you have..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Clark interrupted her.

"I said I'm not interested in women older than me, I'm just interested in the clothes you wear, or your magical clothing design ability. I can help you with things, but I need the foreign language of the clothing brand you founded Sole agency."

The awkward expression on Cruella's face disappeared for a moment, but it quickly returned to normal.

"Impossible! I can't give you such a big market in the world."

"Then the entire European market, you can no longer refuse, no matter what, that is also a matter of the future. What link you lack at the moment is exactly what I have here, isn't it?"

Cruella opened his mouth, and finally stretched out his right hand dejectedly, "That? Happy cooperation!"

Only then did Clark show a sincere smile on his face, as if he had just eaten a delicious meal.

Lu Buwei, the prime minister of the Great Qin Empire, once said that the benefits of farming are only ten times; the gains of pearls and jade are only a hundred times;

Cruella may have such and other shortcomings, but Clark still sees deep potential in her.

For the French fashion industry, this kind of power is like a sharp knife. Although it will not be able to establish a country and establish a king, it is still very possible to become a decisive force.

Investing in this way in advance, rare goods can be lived in, and it is also a good game of leisure.

"Pleasant cooperation."

Satisfied smiles appeared on the faces of both parties. As for the detailed terms of the cooperation in the future, Clark would naturally arrange for someone to talk.

After determining the general world of the follow-up plan, seeing that it was getting late, the two sides parted ways. Clark snapped his fingers directly, summoned the house elf, and apparated back to the hotel.

Of course, Fleur Delacour, who ran with him to meet his idol, also asked him to help him along the way.

Standing in front of the hotel, approaching parting, Fu Rong hesitated for a long time, but couldn't help but said: "Don't you know? The magic costumes of the French wizarding world are not allowed to be shipped to England for sale. High tariff barriers."

She thought that this kind of news would shock and annoy Clark, but Clark didn't care.

"Of course I know this. The magic printing presses used by the "Daily Prophet" back then were imported from Germany through a relationship."

Fu Rong quickly asked: "Then why did you make such an agreement with Senior Sister Cruella? You are clearly at a disadvantage. You simply cannot sell Senior Sister Cruella's clothes to the whole of Europe."

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Clark laughed loudly, "Are you caring about me? If I suffer a loss, wouldn't it be more beneficial to your senior sister Cruella?"

"Bah, who cares about you!" Fu Rong spat, "I'm just worried about Senior Sister Cruella's reputation. If you suffer a loss and fall for the trap, you can't gossip about Senior Sister Cruira outside. not good."

"Don't worry, I naturally have my own considerations, so you don't have to worry about it." Clark waved his hand, and let the house-elf take Furong away quickly.

Of course he knows what Fu Rong said, but he also knows a common saying, that is, "this time is now", the wheel of history will never stop.