[Enchanting Humans] and [Soul Infection]!

With Clarke's words, the crowd of onlookers who stood in front of him were really like docile lambs, obediently moving aside and making way for him.

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

The girl who suspected to be Fleur couldn't believe her eyes, and followed behind Clark and shouted, in a low voice:

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

In a moment, an Auror from the French Ministry of Magic will come and arrest you, even if you are foreigners. ”

Clark heard a hint of schadenfreude in her tone, so he shook his head, not intending to deal with her at all, and Hermione couldn't stand it, and turned back a little proudly:

"You don't have to worry about it, Clarke, this is talent, you know? Forget it, you don't understand. ”

With that, she left the stunned two sisters 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, muttering softly, and looking at Clarke's eyes changed.

But Clark didn't see it, he just stood in front of the window, marveling at what was inside.

Only by standing here can you know why so many people are gathered around here, and why did the little girl just now scream after taking a look?

I saw that in the window in front of them, the place where the mannequins should have been placed to show off their exquisite clothes was now a mess.

The snow-white walls and glass were covered with black charcoal and lipstick with a large number of abstract words and patterns, and it was vaguely distinguishable that they were chandeliers, vines, and young men and women dancing.

Obviously, this is graffiti to create a scene of a prom party, but the most eye-catching thing is the mannequin in the center of the ball, reclining on a bench and looking out the window.

She was originally wearing an orange floral dress, and the close-fitting lines were supposed to give people a retro sense of beauty.

However, at this moment, her long skirt was cut from the middle of it and dragged to the ground casually, revealing a fluffy lining folded with newspaper inside.

Such a strange outfit, coupled with the stray blonde hair of the dummy model, and her feet on the chair, give people a lazy and revealing a little wild, and the uninhibited audacity of a formal ball.

It's no wonder that so many free-spirited French people stop and watch.

Of course, that's just how those Muggles feel after appreciating it.

But in the eyes of Clark and the other wizards, there was a different kind of magnificent sight in the window.

The "if should be fun" written on the window glass with lipstick seems to have some kind of magical magic, just like the meaning of "it should be fun", and instantly pulls the audience in front of the window into a mysterious dream world.

It was a grand ball in the neoclassical era, and the crystal chandelier that was originally painted in the corner of the shop window was now hanging high above their heads.

The bright candlelight that casts down illuminates the whole dance scene as bright as day, and the crystal lampshade blooms beautifully in the candlelight.

The abstract figures that had been painted on the walls came to life, and they walked down the walls and walked to the center of the dance floor in grand formal attire, where men and women danced to the joyful music.

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

This is? Dreamland!

Clark's [Psychic Warlock] class is not an ordinary stall, and his good psychic resistance made him react quickly and discover the strangeness of the scene in front of him.

The men and women dancing on the dance floor all wore fake smiles and stiff puppet-like movements, and the whole room seemed large at first glance, but if you looked closely, you would find that only the part of the dance floor was real.

Clark looked at Hermione in front of her, the smile on her face was sincere, it seemed that this girl was also pulled into this illusion like herself.

He subconsciously shouted Hermione twice, and the girl still didn't react, but Clark was keenly aware that her dance steps were out of order.

So he shouted again, this time with a little psychic ability.

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

Hermione, who was awakened, danced in a mess and stepped directly on Clark's instep, and the pointed heels brought real pain.

It's too real!

"Eh, Clark, where is this? Weren't we just shopping? Hermione said, pretending to be confused.

But Clark directly debunked her, "You're so smart that you don't know where we are?" It was a lot of fun to step on me just now, didn't you? ”

Hermione stuck out her tongue mischievously and skipped the paragraph, "Are we in the window?" Could this be the illusion advertisement for that store just now? ”

Clark looked around and nodded, "Well, it's possible, you see." ”

As he spoke, he threw his head up in the middle of the dance floor, and Hermione looked in the direction he had indicated, and saw a maverick beauty sitting in the middle of the dance floor.

She was wearing exactly the same outfit as the model in the window just now, posing in the same pose, but she was replaced by a real person, but the feeling to Clark was completely different from what she had just seen in the window.

In the midst of this lively dance party, the lights are bright, and the dance floor is filled with laughter and dancing and spinning with men and women in formal attire.

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

Lively and indifferent, formal and strange clothes, movement and stillness, all of these things seem so different.

If in the window just now, the Muggles saw a wild queen who had turned the clock on the table.

At this moment, what Clark and they saw was a lonely little girl huddled in the crowd, but absolutely no one would look at her, even if she deliberately wore a fancy dress.

Yes, what could be more desperate than ignorance?

It is said that loneliness has a hierarchy, one goes to the movie alone, one goes to shabu-shabu, one goes shopping alone, and one goes to the hospital for surgery......

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