[Charming Humans] Plus [Spiritual Infection]!

Following Clark's words, the onlookers who stood in front of him, like docile lambs, obediently moved aside and made way for him.

"You're finished! How dare you use magic outside of school!"

The girl who seemed to be Furong couldn't believe her eyes. She followed behind the two of Clark and roared in a low voice:

"Didn't your Hogwarts teachers tell you? Underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school, whether in England or France!

Soon there will be Aurors from the French Ministry of Magic coming to arrest you, even if you are foreigners. "

Clark heard a hint of schadenfreude in her tone, so he shook his head, not intending to pay attention to her at all, and Hermione couldn't bear this anger, and turned back slightly proudly:

"You don't have to worry about it. Clark is a talent. Do you understand talent? Forget it, I forgive you."

After she finished speaking, she left the two stunned sisters behind and followed Clark to the window.

"talent!"

Rapunzel remembered that Clark really didn't use a wand just now, and subconsciously touched the camouflage badge on her neckline, murmuring softly, and her eyes changed when she looked at Clark.

But Clark didn't see all this, he just stood in front of the window, marveling at the contents inside.

Only by standing here can we know why there are so many people gathered around, and why did the little girl just start screaming after taking a look?

I saw that the window in front of them, which was supposed to be a place where mannequins were placed to display exquisite costumes, was now a mess.

On the snow-white walls and glass, black charcoal and lipstick have been smeared with a large number of abstract words and patterns, which can be vaguely identified as chandeliers, vines, and dancing young men and women.

Obviously, this is the scene of a prom party, but what caught the audience's attention the most was the mannequin who was leaning on a bench in the center of the prom and looked out of the window.

She was originally wearing a long orange floral dress, and the close-fitting lines should have given people a retro ladylike feeling.

However, at this moment, her long skirt was cut from the middle and dragged on the ground at will, revealing the fluffy inner lining made of folded newspaper.

Such a bizarre outfit, coupled with the mannequin's messy blond hair, and her feet on the chair, gave off a bit of wildness in her languidness, a bold, uninhibited feeling at a formal dance.

It's no wonder that it attracts so many French people who advocate freedom and laxity to stop and watch.

Of course, that's just how the Muggles feel after they appreciate it.

But in the eyes of the wizards like Clark, there is another magnificent scene in the window.

The "ifshoudbefun" written on the window glass with lipstick seems to have some kind of magical power, just like the meaning of "should be interesting" that it represents, instantly pulling the audience in front of the window into a mysterious in the dream world.

This is a grand ball that took place in the neoclassical era. The crystal chandeliers originally painted in the corner of the window are now hanging high above their heads.

The bright candlelight cast down illuminates the entire dance scene as bright as day, and the crystal lampshade blooms with beautiful colorful light under the candlelight.

The abstract figures that were originally painted on the wall have now come to life. They walked down the wall one after another and walked to the center of the dance floor in grand formal suits. Men and women danced to the cheerful music.

In a trance, Clark seemed to have become one of them, with Hermione in a pink dress in his arms, dancing on the edge of the dance floor.

This is? Fantasy!

Clark's [Psion] profession is not an ordinary stall, and his relatively good psychic resistance made him react quickly and discovered the strangeness of the scene in front of him.

The men and women dancing on the dance floor all wore fake smiles, and their movements were stiff like puppets, and the whole room looked very big at first, but if you look closely, you will find that only the place where the dance floor is located. It is true.

Clark looked at Hermione in front of her. The smile on her face was sincere. It seemed that this girl was pulled into this fantasy just like herself.

He subconsciously called Hermione twice, the girl still seemed unresponsive, but Clark was keenly aware that her dance steps were messed up.

So he shouted again, this time with a little psionic power.

"Wake up, Hermione, wake up! Hiss~"

The awakened Hermione danced in a mess and stepped directly on Clark's instep. The pointed high-heeled shoes brought real pain.

This fantasy is too real!

"Hey, Clark, where is this? Didn't we just go shopping?" Hermione said, pretending to be puzzled.

But Clark directly broke through her, "You are so smart, don't you know where we are? It was fun to step on me just now, right?"

Hermione stuck out her tongue mischievously and skipped this paragraph, "Are we entering the window? Could this be the fantasy advertisement of the store just now?"

Clark looked around and nodded, "Well, it's really possible, look at that."

Saying that, he tilted his head towards the center of the dance floor, Hermione looked in the direction he indicated, and saw a maverick beauty sitting in the center of the dance floor.

She was wearing the exact same clothes as the model in the window just now, posing exactly the same shape, just replaced by a real person, but the feeling to Clark was completely different from what she saw in the window just now.

In this lively dance party, the lights around UU Reading www.uukanshu.com were brilliant, and on the dance floor, men and women dressed in formal clothes laughed and danced.

But she was wearing a flamboyant fancy dress, leaning lazily on the bench, hiding in the crowd as if lying down, and looking at the void in front of her with a pair of indifferent eyes.

Liveliness and indifference, formal and odd clothes, movement and stillness, all of these things seem so different.

If we say that in the window just now, what Muggles saw was a wild queen who subverted tradition.

So at this moment, what Clark and the others saw was a little girl who was curled up alone in the crowd, but no one would even look at her, even though she deliberately put on fancy clothes.

Yeah, what could be more desperate than ignoring?

It is said that there are grades of loneliness. One person goes to the movies, one person goes to hot pot, one person goes shopping, one person goes to the hospital for surgery...

Perhaps now, Clark thinks, there should be one more thing in front of these things, that is, in a lively social party, no one will come to you and take you away.