Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The gift that Crowney brought to Zoe was the new bloody lollipops made in Hogsmeade Village. It is said that this time a batch of lollipops with different flavors were made because of a customer's suggestion, but she did not try it. Get over the smell here.

The communicator vibrated with Mr. Philip's endless chatter. Claudine had never thought that someone could fly a typewriter, and he had begun to doubt whether his gadget made of an imitation of a double-sided mirror was right. After this long trip, she decided to set up a blocking function for this gadget, at least not to keep vibrating incessantly just to avoid missing messages.

"Claudine! Be careful when you go out. Vampires are not good people. Don't be deceived!" Phillip's words can hardly be left on the small slate, but he still looks very, very good. Anxiety made Crowney almost unable to maintain his polite smile on the surface.

"What's wrong?" Xue Ni asked, turning his head.

In order to prevent the daylight from shining directly on his body, Xueni held a very large black umbrella. He was very lucky that he came to travel with Miss Albert - so that he could do it openly in the name of protecting the lady's skin. Umbrella. Even so, there are occasionally people who keep looking sideways because they are holding an umbrella on a cloudy day.

"It's nothing..." Clooney shook his head, "Just wait for me for a while."

Her fingers moved quickly: "Mr. Philip, I know you are very rich now, but our semi-finished product still consumes a lot of basic magic power. Please cherish some of it!!! There will be no problem!! And I have France visiting me. Official endorsement! You make me doubt that I entrusted you to help me purchase bloody lollipops!!!"

When Philip wanted to write something else, Helles' silver-green font appeared on top: "I know you are very worried, but don't worry yet."

“You haven’t sorted out this month’s financial report yet:)”

Philip sent no more messages.

She sighed. Xueni had been standing under the iron tower for a while. It seems that he is waiting for her.

The Eiffel Tower, as the most iconic building in France known as the vanguard of communism, was built to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the victory of the French Revolution. But anyway, isn't it a little too eye-catching for the vampires to choose this address?

There are so many tourists coming and going, and they will bump into tourists from other countries who speak with other accents. They marveled at the towering uncanny workmanship of the tower, and were excited about the people from all over the world who happened to meet in the same place.

But this is obviously not the best place for a race that wants to avoid the human world to set up for itself.

"After all, there was nothing here in the early days..." Xue Ni said, "Besides, this is also very in line with our aesthetics, right?"

"Are you doing something mysterious in front of the crowds of people..." Croni complained, and he and Xueni stopped at the circular floor tile in the center of the tower, when a whistling wind came.

The sound coming and going was suddenly cleared, causing people's ears to involuntarily make tinnitus even noisier than before.

Clooney's face was calm, but he was actually a little numb from the discomfort coming from the depths of his brain.

The scene in front of them changed quickly, and they suddenly separated from the crowd. At that moment, she saw the eyes of others looking over, and there was no surprise in them, as if they had never existed - this was a very wonderful hidden magic. She didn't know when it started, and the crowd started to I have begun to ignore them subconsciously.

The gold coins in his pocket were slightly warm, as if he was cheering for having once again completed his mission.

She suddenly shifted from a bright place to a place where the light was not obvious at all. Her eyes were almost completely dark, and she could only see a dull golden patch not far in front of them.

Zoe's blood-red mouth curled up in a charming arc just like when they first met. Perhaps it was because in her own home (or her own territory), she did not put on an obstructive coat, and her aqua long skirt fit snugly. It flows down from her body, outlining her outstanding figure. Those eyes that looked pink under the strong light glowed like blood in the center of the dark castle.

"Long time no see, my friends." She still spoke English with a strong French accent and strolled over from the edge of the magic circle. Even wearing high heels, every step she took was very smooth. As she stood still, the surrounding lights also lit up, and the densely packed heads came from the darkness into the light of the candlelight.

"You are sincerely welcome," she said.

Golden hair danced in the candlelight.