Flip the territory brown magic robe, wool waistcoat, oxford shirt, and matching plaid tie and scarf.

In a tailor's workshop in the city of London, Holmo wore his costume and praised it repeatedly: "It's good, it's exactly what I expected, the drape of the robe is great, and the embroidery of the school crest is exquisite......

"To match your inspiration, a good fashion designer achieves it with hand embroidery and the finest fabrics, and it's truly a masterpiece." Cheryl clasped her chin in her arms with a satisfied expression.

This set of [magic school uniforms], which is almost exactly the same as in the movie more than ten years later, is in line with the British tonality that has not changed for thousands of years, and the details contain elements that lead the fashion trend, which is a little more simple and simple than today's mainstream bright color aesthetics.

According to the fashion design industry – premium, very premium.

She had a hunch that the uniform would be a hit on the shelves: "How much do you think it's worth selling?"

"Let's talk here?" Hall looked around the studio at the mess of semi-finished wedding dresses and various tailoring tools.

"Okay, change places, go to your villa where the Golden House hides Jiaojiao." Cheryl lifted her ass from the sewing machine and grabbed a cigarette in her hand, "Jenny, I'll go first, and I'll come back to you tomorrow."

In the lounge next door, a middle-aged woman with messy hair and a sloppy image poked her head out and waved her hand: "You are a blue ...... Uh, bye-bye, I mean I'm close to the deadline and I probably won't have time to entertain you tomorrow." When she saw that Hall was there, she stopped the swear words in time, "Hello, I'm Jenny Parkhan."

"He's the creator of the magic uniform, Hugo." Cheryl took Hall's arm and introduced.

After a brief hello, Hall walked out of the studio and asked curiously, "Do you usually chat like this?"

Don't look at European and American movies with eight fakes in ten sentences, and the other two sentences say Bichi. In real life, whites above the middle class don't swear much, and the United States is a little worse, especially the United Kingdom.

However, except when the emotions are high, whether happy or angry......

"She was my college classmate, and we went to the music festival together in a suspender together." Cheryl spat out a smoke ring.

Hall unconsciously glanced at her beautiful figure: "It's worthy of a punk girl, smoke less, it will have wrinkles."

"I know, it's been a lot of sleepiness to stay up late these days to make this dress. I'll sleep for a while, and when it's time to call me." As the two said and got into the car, Cheryl took off her shoes and curled up, her lapping on his lap and making a comfortable snort.

"Drive slower." Hall said to Luca, carefully taking off his coat and covering her.

He used to think that his godmother was a middle-aged female literary youth, but he didn't expect that his dedication was quite strong, and the painting style was a bit mismatched.

Margaret Howell's side, AEC Capital gave money a few years ago, and during this time she was busy cutting loss-making stores and building a new management system. It's almost a busy summer to get that done, and then design a piece of clothing that will hit the market this autumn and winter.

It's best to be a hit, which is great for cultivating brand awareness. The magic school uniform should be a good place to start, but what does the godmother have in mind..........

Hall thought about lowering her head, and Cheryl woke up at some point and looked up at him.

"What are you thinking?" She asked.

Hall replied, "I'm wondering how much the clothes will sell for."

"I'm sorry, little Hugo's serious thinking look is too charming, I can't help but want to appreciate it for a while." Cheryl sat up and stretched, looking out the window at the dark sky, "How long have I been asleep?"

Hall rubbed his numb thighs, "For two hours, I started to think about whether to eat dinner in the car."

"Where's your little lover?" Cheryl stepped out of the car with her coat draped on, and looked at the villa in front of her.

Hall followed behind her, helping her straighten a strand of her hair: "She's preparing dinner. Don't scare her, she has a good impression of the quiet state when you just fell asleep."

Charlotte has been living in the villa since returning to London that night, and these days he has been using almost every corner of the villa as a battlefield anytime and anywhere, and is eager to try the outdoor pool, but alas

The gas is still a little cold.

It won't be until after March.

The villa is heated with oil, and outside it's two seasons, and Charlotte wears a tulle maxi dress with a green and pink print. Her long blonde hair was tied in a high ponytail, she wore an apron over it, and she swirled around the kitchen stove with a pair of white cotton drags.

Cheryl looked at her eyes and lowered her voice, "So you like the fresh and gentle type?"

"She can also walk on the dance floor in high heels."

"Oh, you're greedy. No one is perfect, and if everyone is good in your eyes, you have to think about it......

Charlotte looked behind her as she looked at the stove, counted 20 in her mind, and turned, "Ah, you're back. Hello Aunt Cheryl, I'm Charlotte."

Hold the barbecue tong in the right position, and put a bright smile on your face.

"Hello, Charlotte. I'm really sorry to meet you for the first time in an embarrassing state of sleep, I hope I didn't make a bad impression on you." Cheryl said apologetically.

Charlotte blinked, "No, this was our first meeting, I didn't hear the engine just now and went out to greet him."

"No, how can you let Charlotte cook alone, I'll help her. Hugo, you should have hired a servant and a cook." Cheryl rolled up her sleeves and walked into the kitchen.

Hall shrugged and turned to go upstairs to the study.

He originally wanted to hire a servant, but Charlotte said that it was inconvenient to have a servant at home to do bad things. The chef hired, the chef of the three-Michelin-starred restaurant, who cooked brunch and dinner twice a day, with a daily salary of 300 pounds.

Charlotte wanted to make a good impression on Cheryl, so she coquettishly told him to cook herself. Of course, the cook charges money whether he cooks or not.

"Hugo, I'm glad to hear from you again, and I'm looking forward to the wizarding world you envisioned...... After talking about literature, it's time to talk about life, my mother is getting more and more excessive, and while writing this letter, she even tried to peek through the crack of the door.

It made me feel more and more depressed...... I decided to try the stress relief you said in your last letter, 'I don't want to expand in the letter,' and I look forward to your call tonight to elaborate...... Sabella Gloucester."

In the study, after reading the letter, Hall thought for a moment and picked up the pen to write back.

The day after his birthday party, Sabella Yoon sent him a letter saying that she wanted to learn more about magic.

Hall had a lot of thoughts about her, so he wrote back. That night, Sabella sent a second letter, not only talking about magic, but also mentioning her life.

In this way, the two became pen pals at the rhythm of one reply letter a day.

Brandon is almost depressed about this, he is so busy with work every day, and as a result, he has to squeeze out time to send letters to the two of them, who obviously don't need to call and don't meet, so they have to play tricks and send letters, it's damn good!

As for why the mail is not normal, the efficiency of the postman in England, if the letter in the city can be delivered on the same day, it is worth celebrating.

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