Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Knowledge is "power". Clark had a deep understanding of this sentence since he was a child.

Even in the Muggle world, high-end knowledge is not circulated.

Just like in the beautiful country on the other side of the sea, no matter how much a Chinese person pays the vote, he will not be able to get in touch with the advanced knowledge in their laboratory.

And in the extraordinary world where knowledge can really enable people to master powerful "power", this kind of blockade is even tighter.

In the British wizarding world, pure-blood wizards are against half-blood wizards, half-blood wizards are against Muggle wizards, and wizards with families are against wizards without families. These knowledge blocks are everywhere.

Despite the popularity of magic books and the teachings of Hogwarts, the truly high-end magic knowledge is still recorded in the picture scroll and locked in the treasure house of certain families.

If this blockade is extended to the whole world, then the Ministry of Magic of each country is also strictly guarding against death, maintaining their own advantages in extraordinary knowledge.

For example, the magical costumes Clark saw in France, as well as magical cooking, are all knowledge that the British wizarding world lacks, and the British potion refining is also something that other countries look up to.

The wizarding circles of various countries strictly guard against their own strong knowledge, and use this knowledge to make huge profits.

The magic costume that Clark is looking at is naturally no exception. Even if he signs a contract with Cruella, it is impossible for him to obtain the corresponding technical authorization and produce it in the UK.

Of course, he can also choose to produce it in France and then ship it back to China, but the tariffs in the middle will also make him unprofitable.

So even if everyone in the world knows that the magical costumes of the French wizarding world are unique, at most they would order one while traveling in Paris, and would not even think about selling these items to wizards all over the world.

Clarke knew, however, that in just two years, there would be a breakthrough in this impasse.

In other words, within a small area of ​​Europe, this kind of knowledge blockade may be eased.

Because in that year, the Triwizard Tournament, which had been suspended for centuries, would be held at Hogwarts.

This was jointly promoted by three of the most famous magic schools in Europe. According to Clark, who had already understood the situation in this world, there was another deeper meaning hidden behind this event.

It was a communication between the European wizarding community represented by the three schools in response to the strong rise of the Magic Congress in the country across the ocean.

Facing the alternation of hegemony,

As the old overlords, the Ministry of Magic of Britain, France, and Germany naturally couldn't sit still like the Muggle government.

Therefore, in the face of the Magic Congress of America, which has a larger land area, more people and is more active, breaking the knowledge barriers among the European wizarding world, promoting talent exchanges between countries, and forming a European wizarding union has become the primary choice.

Under this historical trend of open integration, today's Clark is just making use of the foresight of the original work to make arrangements in advance.

A low-level wizard who was born as an orphan like Cruela would not know this, and a mixed-race veela like Furong would not know it, and Clark would certainly not tell them stupidly.

If Hermione hadn't left, maybe he could still "educate" her through the chat, and gain a little admiration and praise. However, at this moment, he could only hold these in his heart, covered himself with a quilt, and fell asleep.

However, Clark didn't sleep for a long time. The next morning, he rescued himself from the big soft bed, and with the help of the magic quill that can write automatically, he hurriedly rushed a manuscript and gave it to " Sent by the editor-in-chief of the Daily News.

So when the people of Paris wake up and drink their coffee in the morning, anecdotes about the Countess's ball last night are on their desktops.

Of course, there will be no magical elements such as raging fire in that report, but with Clark's previous life writing online articles and the ups and downs of the plot, the people of Paris still read it with gusto.

"On this night, the battle between the old and the new in the Parisian fashion industry officially sounded the horn. A girl full of enthusiasm and whimsy, with her trendy design concept as a weapon, confronted like Don Quixote. The countess, the windmill, charged.

Although I don't know whether she will hit her head badly or successfully overturn the windmill, but the author believes that this will be the most eye-catching battle in the Paris fashion industry in the near future.

Yes, I call it a battle. Even if the strengths of the two sides are not equal, Miss Kuila was an unknown newcomer before, but through the demonstration of this dance, everyone present thought that, Her clothing design concepts are trendy and groundbreaking.

This is extremely precious in today's increasingly conservative fashion industry, and we look forward to more works and surprises she can bring. Of course, we also expect that this struggle will end in a more perfect ending.

——"Right and Wrong Daily" special commentator: Clark Kent"

"boom!"

"see this."

A newspaper was slammed onto the high-grade mahogany table top, and in the large picture above, Cruella and the countess stood opposite each other.

The person who took the photo is very clever. Cruella is wearing a fiery red dress, youthful, beautiful, and radiant, but she is in the lower left corner. The countess is wearing a black and white dress, dignified and serious, with a hint of rigidity in the gray, but she is at the top right.

The whole composition looks red and gray, full of conflict. At first glance, it looks like a mass of red flames is about to rush towards the cloudy gray sky, giving people a magnificent and poignant feeling.

"What is it saying here? It's just nonsense! Are all the media in our country like this?"

The Countess knocked on the table again, "Almost everyone is laughing at me!"

Seeing that the Countess was furious, the bald butler whispered from the side, "Don't worry, ma'am, all the mainstream media have been dealt with, and they won't talk nonsense."

"Of course, they're focusing on the scurrying rats, but that's at least a little better than someone coming to your door."

The Countess' full chest rose and fell, "I don't want to see anything, not a single word, immediately! Immediately!"

"Okay, ma'am." The bald butler was about to step back.

"Wait, come back, take this newspaper away, and find the reporter who wrote this article by the way, and tell him to shut up!"

"Yes, ma'am."

Clark, who was going back to sleep, naturally wouldn't know what happened in the Countess's office, but even if he knew, he wouldn't be worried.

After all, people are floating in the rivers and lakes, how can they not be stabbed, my name is Clark, and I use a trumpet to save my life!