Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Okay, let's get ready to do it."

Through the newly painted iron fence, the fat Horace carefully observed the scene in the castle, and couldn't help but show a trace of excitement in his eyes.

By his side, the tall and thin Jasper has packed up all his tools for committing crimes.

The two were sitting in the car provided by the cleaning company, wearing green overalls. At first glance, they were no different from real cleaning staff.

They got out of the car in full armor and walked along the courtyard wall of the castle to the back door. At this time, there were also two black guards with big arms and round waists.

"Hey, buddy, we're here to unclog the sewer."

Horace, who was naturally funny, took the initiative to step forward and set up a friendship, but the two guards had a face that could not be seen clearly in the night, and a business-like attitude.

There was no other way, Jasper could only take out his and others' ID cards, as well as the certificate issued by the cleaning company, and waited for the guard to confirm with the general control room before he was put in.

The backyard of the castle is connected to the utility room and the kitchen. After entering, Horace went straight to the bathroom, but Jasper took advantage of the noisy situation, lifted the manhole cover of the sewer and drilled in with tools.

And when they were busy in the backyard, a slender figure in a snow-white silk cloak was walking gracefully, swaying gracefully, and came to the gate of the castle.

The waiter who was in charge of welcoming the guests was attracted by her unique and mysterious temperament from a distance, and only remembered her mission when she waited for someone to approach.

"Hello, please show me your invitation letter."

The hood of the cloak cast a shadow over the beauty's face, revealing only a pointed chin and slightly raised red lips.

"What a pity!" While the waiter was still annoyed at not being able to see this beauty's face, an invitation letter floated in front of him with a fragrance.

The waiter's eyes flashed, and when he looked up again, the beauty had disappeared.

In the spacious and bright hall, the host of the party, the distinguished Countess von Hermann, has also slowly walked down the stairs.

The dress on her body, with black and white as the main color, exaggerated in shape, with a high collar, and deliberately revealing the snow-white chest on her chest, is also the theme of this party - "the collision of black and white".

"This is... for me." The countess took the champagne glass from the butler's hand and held it up high.

The guests gathered around also followed her example, "Earl Jing..."

"Ding ding ding!"

Just as everyone's salutes sounded, a crisp sound of glass breaking came from the gate.

what's the situation?

The guests followed the sound and saw that the champagne tower placed at the door had collapsed because the bottom glass had been taken out, and the ground was covered with transparent glass fragments. Fragrant.

As for the glass of champagne that was siphoned off, it was being sipped by a lady in a white cloak standing aside.

Facing everyone's gaze, the lady put down the cup in her hand. Like the waiter on the side, he asked, "Do you have a fire?"

The waiter was taken aback by her question, and subconsciously took out a match from his pocket, lit it, and handed it to her.

Everyone onlookers didn't know why she was crazy, but after the lady took the match, she released her hand and let the burning match fall on her white cloak.

Boom!

Fire! flame!

The crimson flames ignited her cloak, spewing out like a volcanic eruption.

"what!"

The surrounding guests screamed and made a mess, but these flames did not stop, like a flame storm, instantly swept the entire hall, and hit the white light on the castle wall before turning back.

Almost all the people were so frightened by this sudden change that they shouted, "It's on fire! It's on fire!"

Some people don't even care whether their movements are elegant or not, they just lie on the ground and keep rolling, trying to put out the flames on their bodies.

But they soon realized that they did not feel the pain caused by the burning of the flames on their bodies. Those flames seemed to be false phantoms, flowing and rising around them.

Clark, who had been hiding among the guests, stretched out his hand and wanted to try to touch them, but some naughty guys, like sea water at low tide, flew towards the source in unison.

Just where the flames spewed out just now, a beautiful woman was standing there.

She was wearing a crimson red fishtail dress, with layers of parallel folds tightly wrapping her body, outlining her moving curves.

The fishtail skirt uses layers of yarn to create the effect of blooming flowers, and the sides naturally rotate and spread out, as if flames are burning under her feet.

Such a gorgeous outfit formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding black and white dresses and was very eye-catching. Coupled with the dream-like magic flame just now, the appearance of this red dress can be said to amaze everyone.

"Crack!"

Clark hurriedly pressed the shutter to record this fleeting and beautiful scene, ready to be used in subsequent reports.

He naturally recognized that this stunning red-dressed beauty was the destroyer of this dance - the witch Kuira.

Although she dyed her hair black and white, and wore a black feather eye patch on her face, such a gorgeous display of clothing and the signature light and shadow magic all revealed her identity.

And among the people present, besides Clark, there was actually one other person who also recognized Kuira's identity.

"Kuila-senpai!"

An untraceable exclamation sounded from Clark's left hand. He followed the sound and found a somewhat familiar silver-haired girl standing beside the vase not far away.

The girl also seemed to have noticed Clark's gaze, and turned her head to look at him.

"Fleur Delacour!"

"that whoever!"

Clark almost spit out a mouthful of old blood~www.readwn.com~ Please, my name is Clark Prewett. "

"Oh, Clark Prewett, why are you here?" Fleur gave him a curious look.

Clark showed the identity card hanging on his chest.

"A special fashion editor of "Shifei Daily"? Reporter!" Furong, who had sharp eyes, read the words on it clearly, and questioned with a little surprise.

"Why, can't I be a reporter? The Daily News is just a local tabloid in Paris. It's easy to become their contributing editor." Clark put away his identity card and asked, "How about you? How did you know that she is the Kuira-senpai you mentioned earlier?"

"Shh!" Fleur reached out her hand to stop Clark's words, "Keep your voice down! In any case, using magic in front of Muggles is a violation of the Ministry of Magic's law, so be careful to let others hear it and get into trouble for Sister Kuira. trouble."

As she said that, she looked at Kuira in the middle of the crowd with admiration, "Is this still a guess? Even though she changed clothes, dyed her hair, and wore a mask, her senior sister's temperament is still so unique. , It's like a firefly in the dark night, it's hard not to notice her."

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