Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Now, find her and find out everything about her!"

The Countess stood at her large wooden desk, poking at Kuira in the newspaper.

In front of her are her bald butler, secretary with gold-rimmed glasses, and a bearded personal lawyer.

The three bowed their heads in embarrassment and said nothing, letting the countess's saliva spray on them.

"I remember that she was a witch, and we used our relationship in the wizarding world to find her. Then, just like many of my previous opponents, just destroy her in a rush."

The three subordinates nodded and were about to turn around and leave.

"And this reporter who writes the newspaper, what is Clark Kent's name? Since he can take so many close-up photos of that Kuira, the relationship between the two must be unusual. Find him and tell him to shut up! "

The bald butler hesitated for a while and looked at the countess awkwardly.

"What's the matter? Say it!"

"Ma'am, this matter is really difficult. That reporter, when he wrote his first article, I had already found the newspaper office through a relationship, but the newspaper office didn't buy our face, so he gritted his teeth and said. What is freedom of the press, we can't do anything about it."

The bald butler looked embarrassed, and the angry countess's eyes widened, "Didn't you mention my name? Which newspaper would dare to reject me, isn't he afraid of having no place in the fashion industry?"

After all, without waiting for the housekeeper to continue to explain, she directly shouted: "Give me the phone, and I will speak to their editor-in-chief in person."

Just when the Countess was calling the editor-in-chief of "Daily Daily", on the other side, in the old house in Kuila, Clark was leaning lazily on the sofa, eating potato chips and answering the phone.

"Okay, you did a good job, um, I know, yes, that's it, don't worry, I'll take care of everything, the countess doesn't care about her, okay, that's it! Hang up."

After Clark hung up the phone, he made another cross-ocean call.

"beep……"

"beep……"

"Hey, is that Uncle Rupert? Ah, it's me, Clark, I'm in Paris, France. How are you? It's like this, I have a friend here in Paris, a newcomer Designer, is building his own fashion brand.

Isn't this Paris Fashion Week? I would like to trouble you to arrange the media to help her promote it.

Ah, no, no, no, no TV news networks in the United States, just the Sun, The Times, or whatever on the European side.

Yes, yes, just ask them to help reprint the article and photos.

Okay, thank you, I will definitely visit you in Australia when I have time. "

When Clark hung up the phone and raised his head again, he found that Kuira and the others were staring at him.

"Who was that person just now?" Kuira asked with bright eyes.

Unlike ordinary indigenous wizards, Kuila has been wandering in the Muggle world since childhood, and is naturally more familiar with the various situations in the Muggle world.

Besides, she aspires to be a magic costume designer, and the fashion industry is also closely connected with the media industry, so she knows how much weight behind Clark's call.

Just listening to it, the Sun, The Times, and the US TV news network and Australia, a name came to Kuila's mind.

If a rookie designer catches the hitchhiker of a large-scale media and can gain a lot of support, it immediately seems to have wings, and can soar to the cloud, saving an unknown number of years.

Seeing that a green light was about to appear in Kuira's eyes, Clark answered her in a deliberate and relaxed tone: "Ah, that's an elder from my distant room. There is a media company under his name, and he still has some energy in the international media world. I'll ask him to help out and spread the word for you."

Looking at his Versailles appearance, everyone felt that a mouthful of old blood almost spit out.

However, although he had already guessed that his distant elder was definitely unusual, since the other party was unwilling to talk more, it was not convenient for them to ask more.

"The heat of the matter is almost over. I think the Countess must be devastated after these few trips. I am furious."

Knowing what he is relying on, Kuila's heart is also full of confidence, and he changes the topic very naturally, "I think we can start implementing the next plan."

Clark nodded.

As for what she said about the next step?

Clark's latest article exposes the answer.

"The golden thread is full of insects, the countess may be the biggest laughing stock"

It turned out that in order to save her own decline, after knowing that the person who caused the problem could not be solved immediately, the Countess prepared to hold a special fashion show by herself.

Unfortunately, what she didn't know was that Kuira had long anticipated this, and deliberately used light and shadow magic to disguise a batch of moth cocoons that were about to hatch into gold beads and mixed them into the materials used by the Countess to make the finale.

This also caused a group of moths that happened to be hatched on the night of the special show to completely destroy the finale dress and disperse all the industry insiders present.

And just not far from her show, Kuila's rock punk fashion show was crowded and lively.

The crowd shook their heads and swayed to the music. Under the command of Kuira, who was wearing a black and white spotted coat, they released their pressure to the fullest. Such a stark contrast, Kuira once again won the victory against the Countess!

As the so-called one-shot, and then decline, three and exhausted.

With victory after victory, Kuila not only caught up with the Countess, but also kept level with her, and then surpassed her. Now the situation on both sides has been completely reversed.

A new fashion star ~www.readwn.com~ is rising up on the corpse of his predecessors. As long as he thinks of this, Kuira can't help laughing out loud.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! I don't think the old woman can sleep every night now."

Kuira, who had just finished a punk fashion show, raised her head and took another sip of wine, then looked at Clark with a wink, "Thank you for that, right, little brother~"

Clark subconsciously took a few steps back, avoiding the palm of the crazy woman who was about to eat tofu. He then remembered that the first time he saw Kuira, the other party was lying drunk in the window.

But looking at the other party's swaying footsteps and frantic smile, he also knew what kind of terrible consequences would be caused by throwing such an eighteen- or nine-year-old flower **** the street.

"Hey!"

Thinking of this, Clark could only shake his head, no longer dodging, let the other party put his arm on his shoulder, and at the same time, in a gust of fragrance, he hugged the big sister's soft waist.

Tonight, I'm afraid it's not quiet.