Chapter 213: Fragrance and the Boy in Chapter 2
"I never thought that this magic would be used on me one day."
Carl looked at the changes in himself and sighed helplessly.
When I invented this magic, my original intention was just to disgust Professor Snape.
But now, it is actually used on himself. I don’t know what Professor Snape is doing now.
Did you have a good time with Harry during the summer vacation? Are you grateful to yourself?
If I think about it carefully, I should be grateful. After all, it was me who arranged the fake identity for him and found a lawyer to scare Aunt Harry's family.
This allowed Professor Snape to become Harry's guardian in the British Muggle society.
When Carl thought about the good things he had done, he couldn't help but feel moved by himself.
I still remember that when I proposed this idea, Professor Snape looked at me with a look of extreme distrust and said.
"Just tell me what you want from me, Mr. Hohenzollern."
When I heard this, I became unhappy on the spot and retorted with a heartbroken tone.
"Professor Snape, how could you have such a bad idea to hold your dear student hostage? I just want to make a simple deal with you."
"Reject!" Professor Snape refused without waiting for him to finish his words.
"I absolutely cannot help you do such a meaningless thing and help you produce such a simple semi-finished potion."
"That would be a disgrace to my reputation as a potion master. I will never make any compromise unless I die before you."
“Very good.” Karl didn’t have any intention of turning hostile at the time. Facing the cold rejection, he just recalled some past events.
He spoke casually.
"I remember that Miss Harry also has a godfather named Sirius Black, right? Since you don't agree to my deal."
"I can only start plan B. After all, doing this will increase my costs and I need some compensation."
"Then he can use his connections to get him released from Azkaban, and he should be able to legitimately become Harry's guardian."
"With the Black family's wealth, if you give me some compensation, I think both parties will be happy."
After saying this, Professor Snape, who had a look of "I would never obey" on his face a minute ago.
Only a silent back with head down was left behind, and the following story was as simple as usual.
Professor Snape, whose bug was caught, once again crossed his bottom line and was forced to agree to Carl's deal.
Thinking of this, Carl, who was standing on the rooftop smoking after completing his disguise, couldn't help but laugh.
Hogwarts is still the best place. My classmates are so innocent and cute, and the professors have such a bottom line.
It’s unlike the world I’m facing now, which is so disgusting that it makes me want to vomit.
Carl threw the half-burned "Capiron President" cigarette in his hand down from a high place.
Looking at the shining red dot, it slowly fell to the ground until it disappeared without a trace.
Carl used his memories to calm himself down, checked his clothes, and strode towards the stairs.
As soon as I pushed open the iron gate, I saw a huge pumpkin head.
As soon as they met, the other party came over, sniffed a few times and complained.
"You shouldn't smoke. It affects the way you smell."
"Do I smell?" "Theodora Grindelwald" asked puzzledly.
The big boy wearing a golden mask thought for a moment, then nodded seriously.
"Of course, it's a strawberry and passion fruit scent."
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In the ammunition warehouse of the air defense tower, Kevin Lestrange had a pair of heavy dark circles under his eyes.
I walked past the dusty iron stairs and looked at the surrounding environment with bloodshot eyes.
As a young master who grew up in the French Lestrange family, he had walked into countless buildings in his past life.
But without exception, those buildings are decorated with gorgeous decorations, and there is a sense of vulgarity amidst the splendor.
But today, all you can see in this building are dusty reinforced concrete walls, steel fences and stairs connected with rivets and welding rods.
These things seem to have no sense of art at first glance, but upon closer inspection, they contain a unique sense of power.
But the surroundings didn't matter to him now, he just wanted to see that face again.
He had been completely sleepless for the past two days, and on that day in the banquet hall of the castle, he suffered the biggest setback in his life.
So when he returned home, he sat alone in the living room of the family castle, drinking by himself.
He hadn't slept for two days and two nights. His father thought he would commit suicide because he couldn't bear the blow, but he couldn't understand what he was thinking.
His idea was actually very simple. He must find a way to stay with "that one", no matter what means.
Kevin Lestrange came to his seat and stood there, taking a deep breath with his own immature thoughts.
My mind was full of random thoughts, and I had already made up my mind to jump directly onto the stage after the next speech began.
Have a hearty duel with the damn guy next to "that one", but just as he withdrew his gaze from the open space below.
Looking up, there were countless eyes with dark circles under their eyes standing in the corridor which was three stories high from the open space below.
There were young men with haggard faces but determined expressions, some of whom were once his good brothers.
"Damn, there seem to be too many opponents for the duel."
Kevin Lestrange cursed inwardly, looking at his once good brother with eyes full of hostility and determination.
And those people also stared at him with unfriendly eyes.
On the other side of the corridor, their fathers looked at their sons with helpless eyes.
These boys in the family who usually can't even get up early can now come here to attend meetings before dawn.
Sometimes we have to admit that personal charisma is indeed a quality that a leader should possess.
However, compared to those teenagers who are infatuated with love, these middle-aged people seem to find it difficult to tolerate the environment around them.
They were arranged according to their levels, on two corridors above, and at the bottom three floors above them.
There was a huge open space and a high-wattage searchlight was hung in the center above their heads.
Casting the light on the open space at the bottom, they stood in the corridor and looked down.
They didn't look like noble MPs waiting for the leader's speech at all, but more like a group of prisoners waiting for the prison guard to speak.
The surrounding environment does indeed look like a prison cell.
The crowd couldn't help but whisper to each other, until they heard the sound of an airtight door being opened.
Accompanied by a masked boy, the noble queen had already stood under the spotlight without her noticing.
Her blue eyes scanned the entire room, her red lips slightly parted, and she spoke in a contemptuous tone.
"Welcome everyone. I'm sure everyone is not satisfied with this environment, but I really want to say this."
"And there is no better place than here. After all, you and I are both in a cage."
