Chapter 356 The Quiet Princess and the Clumsy Knight

A crisp sound was heard, and I didn't know if it was an illusion or something else.

Karl felt that after he slapped this guy, his eyes finally became a little normal.

As if to say, "Yes, this is the Carl I know."

When Carl saw this, he felt a surge of anger in his heart. It seemed that this damn clothes could not be worn casually and it had begun to affect his mentality.

On the other side, Cedric, who had been slapped, rubbed his face which didn't hurt much.

He knew that the other party didn't really want to hit him, so he quickly stood up and tried to pack his luggage to hide his embarrassment.

But he had only taken two steps when he heard a loud shout from behind and was hit hard on the back.

Carl used his fair and delicate feet to kick the fool in front of him hard on the back, and spoke arrogantly in a voice changed by magic.

"Dear Mr. Ludwig von Eisenstein, my most loyal and reliable subordinate, shouldn't you help me put on my shoes first?"

“Ah???” Cedric turned around with horror in his eyes and stared at Carl blankly.

I saw that my luggage had run to Karl's side without me knowing when, and the other party was sitting on my suitcase.

With her legs crossed, only the white feet were facing her, and in the distance there were only two bright red high-heeled shoes.

As for Cedric, he just glanced at Carl's bare soles and his face, which had finally returned to normal.

His face turned red visibly, and then he slapped himself in the face as if he was having a mental attack.

Completely different from Carl's previous slap that was just for show, Cedric was really cruel to himself this time.

A bright red palm print instantly appeared on her fair face, and tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

"What's wrong with this guy today? Is there something wrong with him?" Carl was startled by the slap and looked at Cedric with some fear.

On the other side, Cedric felt much better after slapping himself until he cried.

Like someone who finally woke up, she quickly ran over and picked up the two high-heeled shoes.

He placed the high heels at Carl's feet.

Karl habitually wanted to stand up and put on his high heels, but he didn't expect that his body didn't have time to move.

But I felt a different sensation on my feet.

"What are you doing? Put him down now." Carl shouted in panic, his face full of a smug smile.

It began to turn red faster than Cedric.

"Please be quiet, my lady." On the other side, Cedric grabbed Carl's ankle tightly with one hand.

The other hand held a high-heeled shoe and wanted to help Carl put it on.

Carl, with a flushed face, wanted to kick the guy in the face, but he seemed to lose all his strength when the other party grabbed his ankle.

At the same time, he also felt that the hand holding his ankle was trembling slightly.

The calmness on her face was just a disguise. The princess in black quietly waited for her clumsy knight to put on her blood-red high heels.

But reality is not a fairy tale after all, and the result will naturally not be very good, after struggling for a whole minute.

Carl looked at his feet, the high heels with the straps tied incorrectly.

He couldn't help but smile and started to perform as usual, mocking her in the tone that Theodora Grindelwald should use.

"That's a really unique way to dress, Mr. Ludwig. Just as unpredictable as your movements."

Faced with the ridicule, Cedric lowered his head sadly. He was certainly not so stupid that he couldn't even help someone put on a pair of high heels.

But when he held Carl's ankle, he found that he couldn't control his hands at all.

The hands that could write the best code in the world were as clumsy as a wild boar at that time.

At the same time, even so, he couldn't explain why he did such a thing. Now that he thought about it carefully, it might be that he was a little unwilling to accept it.

Even now it is the same, so he spoke unconsciously.

"I know I was wrong, but your clothes are not meant for me alone to admire."

As soon as the words came out, Cedric woke up instantly, and he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

He raised his head in panic and wanted to explain, but the moment he raised his head, someone pinched his chin with his hand.

Carl, or "Theodora Grindelwald," stared at Cedric with cold eyes and said expressionlessly.

"Please remember, Mr. Eisenstein, that the moment we set foot on the European continent, we cannot be like we were in Britain and the United States."

"You act recklessly according to your own will. This is the continent with the largest number of wizards in the world, and the conservative base of the entire wizarding world."

"We can never be sure how many eyes are watching us when the plane lands."

"Magic can block the sight of those Muggles, but it can never stop them."

"I understand." Cedric, who had regained consciousness, quickly got back into the state, trying hard to make his expression look like that of a calm German.

He nodded seriously, and then tried hard to recall all the precautions written on the note.

Like a professional butler, the gentleman gracefully helped Carl to stand up.

But when the long golden hair brushed past my ear, I didn’t know if it was an hallucination or something else.

A gentle voice sounded in his ear.

"This dress is not meant for you alone to admire, but you are the first one to see it."

In an instant, it seemed like a dream.

-------------------------------------

Meanwhile, on the other side, a majestic ancient castle stands in the Alps.

A boy stands on the balcony of the castle tower, gazing at the majestic Alps in the distance.

Behind him, the interior of the castle was gorgeous and exquisite, and the magnificent chandeliers illuminated the entire hall.

The walls are covered with exquisite murals and tapestries, showing the history and legends of the castle.

Countless ragged house-elves were busy in the castle, some of them were using magic to decorate it.

Some were using magic to clean up the tiny details, and the constantly used Disapparation magic produced bursts of loud noises.

Together with the whistling cold wind outside the castle, it formed a wonderful symphony.

Kevin Lestrange leaned on the railing of the balcony. The Alps in the distance were covered with snow, forming a beautiful snowy landscape.

In his hand, he held tightly an open gold pocket watch. On the inside of the pocket watch cover was a beautiful photo.

In it was the profile of a beautiful girl. Looking at the photo in front of him, the boy's thoughts might have drifted away with the snow and wind on the mountain.

It wasn't until a rough voice behind him pulled him back to reality.

"Kevin, my child, you have been absent-minded every day since returning to France. What are you thinking about?"