Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

It's not going to be very peaceful tonight.

When Clark supported Cruella and returned to the old house without doing anything, before turning on the light, his keen perception told him that there were other people in the house.

"Patter."

The dim incandescent lamp was lit, and Cruela's two little friends, Jasper and Horace, were tied to a chair with bruised noses and faces, and placed in front of them.

In the four corners of the room, there were five or six tall and burly bodyguards in suits who were not easy to mess with at first glance, looking at them expressionlessly.

Oh, it seems that they are sitting on the sidelines and waiting for a rabbit, and they have thrown themselves into the trap.

"Kuila!"

A pretentious voice called out Cruella's name, and Clark obviously found that the big sister who was leaning softly on him had now completely recovered her strength and got rid of his support.

"Von Hermann!" Cruella took a few steps forward steadily, "You are really a lunatic."

The Countess von Hermann lit the lighter at this moment, and looked at the draft of Kuira's work pasted on the wall by the light of the fire, and replied: "Compared with your madness, I am naturally far behind."

The bodyguards circled behind the two of Clark, completely blocking their way.

"I have to admit that your ability is really outstanding, especially your subversive creativity," the countess picked up a draft, the bright red design on it is very eye-catching, "maybe give you a little more time, the future will definitely be promising Infinite."

"I don't understand what you mean." Cruella continued to play dumb, "No future? What do you want to do, kill me? That's illegal, ma'am."

The countess put down the drawing, extinguished the lighter, and turned around to face Cruella.

"I always thought you were ready, little girl."

"To be honest, I have always admired you, Kuira." The countess stared into her eyes, "You have determination and brains. I used to think that you would be very helpful to me, but obviously, You have failed my good intentions. If you are useless, you are just dust and reptiles to me."

Kuira looked at the other party's superior attitude, and said sarcastically: "What an inspiring speech, thank you for the compliment."

The countess turned a deaf ear to Cruella's ridicule, "I don't care about other people. Everyone else is an obstacle. If I care about the feelings of obstacles, then I am finished. And if I care about the feelings of many obstacles,

Then I'm doomed, like so many bright women, and all that's left is an unseen gift and a broken heart. "

"So as a senior, I have to remind you that you do have the talent to create your own brand, but whether you have the determination to stand out from thousands of troops is another matter."

"But unfortunately, judging by your performance, you don't seem to have that thing."

"This is between us." Cruella interrupted her chatter.

"Oh~"

"It has nothing to do with those two idiots you are following, let them go." Jasper and Horace, who were tied to the chair, struggled violently.

The countess glanced at the two of them, and immediately the bodyguards in black gave each of them a fist.

"I will, of course, they will spend the rest of their lives in prison." The countess waved her hand, as if trying to repel two flies.

Cruella heard this, "Because of what? Offended the noble countess?"

"Because of the murder, they murdered the new designer who had risen to fame, for money, or for beauty, anyway, it must be for something."

The cold words came from the countess's mouth, as if they were the truth.

"No one would believe that," Cruella retorted.

"So I had to add your charred body to the crime scene to add credibility.

This is an era of entertainment, people don't care about the so-called truth, that's meaningless, they only care about a beautiful female designer, what happened between a beautiful female designer and two murderers that night. "

"Not necessarily, can you still control the media in Paris?"

Clark, who had been standing by Cruira's side as an invisible man, finally spoke.

"Oh, so there is another child here, who are you?" The countess squinted at Clark.

"Clark Kent."

"So you are Clark!" The Countess immediately turned her head to look at him, "I have been arranging for someone to find you, and those articles are simply nonsense."

Clarik made use of what he learned and used the countess' words as a counterattack.

"This is an era of entertainment. People don't care about the so-called truth. It's meaningless. They only care about how a big man who rises up suddenly is thrown into the mud and stepped on a hundred feet. They love watching this."

This made the countess laugh.

"Ah, that's good, you're good." She looked at Clark and said with a pun, "I hope your bones are as hard as your mouth."

At this moment, Cruella had already drawn out his wand, "I think you really underestimated me, just relying on these Muggles, you also want to catch me? It's almost the same to find a few more helpers."

So, people can't be too rampant, Clark just hates Cruella's mouth, because just as soon as she finished speaking, a cloud of black air like a cloud of insects emerged from behind the Countess and flew towards Cruella.

"Let loose and let go!"

There is still a wizard hiding in this room?

Cruella didn't have time to think about it, so she cast a phantom spell very quickly, and three lively Cruiras appeared in her original position in an instant. No matter in appearance or breath, they gave people exactly the same feeling. I can't tell which is true and which is false.

However, the black cloud was not affected by her phantom, or in other words, the wizard who cast the spell behind was not confused by Cruella's light and shadow magic, and confirmed her real body in a special way, and Controlling the black cloud got into her body.

A sense of powerlessness flooded into Cruira's heart in an instant, and her legs and feet softened, and she sat down on the ground.

Clark quickly reached out to support her, but this time he found that the other party no longer pretended to be drunk as before, and really had no strength.

At this time, the wizard who cast a spell on Cruella came out from behind the countess.

But at this time, he was wearing a pitch-black fur cloak, and the two of them couldn't see his face clearly, nor could they confirm his identity.

But when Kuira saw the doll in his hand, she said fiercely, "Voodoo curse, you rummaged through my things!"

It turned out that the reason why the black wizard was able to confirm Cruella's real body was because he combined the curse of Voodoo with magic and created a unique curse black magic.