Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

The sun is rising, and the shops on the street have opened one after another. Although there have been extremely bad incidents before, life must go on.

If Wizard Street is not open, the purchase of daily necessities for wizards will become a big problem.

Queenie's custom-made clothing store is different from the bustling city in the past. There are very few people who come to patronize today, because today is a private clothing show of the owner, a banquet dedicated to selling his products to rich and time-consuming wives.

The decorations and models in the store were all put away, the door was closed tightly, passers-by looked at the situation inside from time to time, the lady in gorgeous clothes chatted with acquaintances, laughing constantly, and the waiter held a tray to serve the customers in need.

A long red carpet is placed in the middle, with sofas for rest and long tables full of snacks on both sides.

The store has been casted with a traceless folding spell, and it is not a problem to accommodate these people. The second floor is the model's dressing room and lounge. Charlotte is sitting in a separate lounge, which is Queenie's office and design studio.

Queenie wasn't here, she was busy adjusting the mental outlook and overall state of the models, this place became Charlotte's small world, the viewing position was excellent, and the situation below was clearly seen.

"You stay with me first, there is no need to go there for now." Charlotte lay on Queenie's comfortable single sofa, put her legs on the shelf, and picked a big, round grape to eat, the house elf was excited Caught a bunch of grapes thrown by Charlotte.

"Lord Charlotte, but for Mr. Will, is it really okay if no one takes care of him? The sinner who wants to snatch the property of the Cuthbert family, please let Amy lead his companions to attack and smash his Hang your head on the wall of shame!"

Amy shouted sharply, she is the elf who watched the live broadcast of the kidnapping by the dark forces last night, and she is also the elf who is responsible for taking care of Will who is under house arrest, but she will ask Will every now and then.

Sir do you think you will be killed today?Sir, do you think that thief will kill you today?If you die, sir, Amy will avenge you!And at any time of the day or night, no matter what he was doing, if she wanted to, there was nothing stopping her, oh, by Merlin, it was really the hell, he almost wilted!

There is no need to be so straightforward, Will never thought it would be a good thing to intrigue with Alex, as long as this little elf doesn't bother him anymore, he specially noted this in the note to Charlotte.

Commonly known as: complaint, I am grateful for Amy's care, she is very considerate and concerned about my mental and physical health, but as an adult, I feel that I can take care of myself, Alex will not kill me at least now, If he doesn't want to start over by himself, let Amy do bigger and more useful things! (I can't accommodate you in this place!)

"He's safe there, thanks to your care." Charlotte's expression was very calm, the note in her hand ignited spontaneously, and destroyed the evidence. If Amy saw this, she would probably take a knife and go to fuck with Alex Bar?Hmm... After all, she only understands the literal meaning.

"This is what Amy should do, Miss Charlotte." Amy was so moved that she was recognized, and the grapes in her hand did not move. She planned to collect them and use them to motivate herself.

"What about Mr. Newt? Those thieves want to attack them!" Amy asked worriedly. She had eavesdropped on the news, thanking the wizard for never paying attention to these little elves. The wizard's boss Some spells never protect them.

"He'll be fine. Let's rest in the afternoon, recharge your batteries, and meet the next mission in the best condition." Charlotte sent Amy away.

Looking down at the tall and beautiful models walking slowly down from the second floor, Queenie got the inspiration for the fashion show from No-Maj's magazines, and since then, it has become a tradition that there is no grandma in the store.

After the ladies choose their favorite clothes, Queenie's tailors will re-sew them into sizes suitable for their bodies and trade them on the spot.

"It's really good. It makes me want to enter the clothing industry." The thought flashed across Charlotte, and she threw the grapes in the trash can, sucked in sour breath, and wiped her hands with a paper towel.

"It's better not to cause so much trouble for yourself..." Charlotte looked at the round grapes on the table with lingering fear, thought for a while, and still didn't continue to eat.

"Is that Bradley? Roche's wife? The security director of the Magical Congress of America." Charlotte got up from the sofa, leaned on the window sill, and looked at a lady with light red hair who Queenie was talking to. Yellow fishtail dress.

A smile of unknown meaning appeared on Charlotte's face. For those ultra-novel designs on the runway for the now closed magic world, the ladies never took their eyes off the models. It seems that Grandma Queenie A show will make a lot of money.

She guessed the content of the cooperation between Alex and Andrew Graves. Andrew bought the Thunderbird at a high price for the same purpose, but the plan fell through, and he made himself a show.

This time it was going to be much bigger than stealing a ptarmigan cub, aiming at the animals in Newt's magic box, oops, what a hassle.

It's not easy for Charlotte to stop them, they won't get their hands on them, they won't make things big, and there won't be a scene that both of them want to see.

Thanks to Newt's reputation for causing trouble, she had been colluding with the chairman of the Magical Congress of the United States when Newt entered the United States. According to the information provided by Matthew, Charlotte personally fired Newt's cannon.

Although doing this is a bit unethical, it is also a helpless move. Doing so can ensure Newt’s life safety. This is not Charlotte’s stronghold, and many things are not as convenient as in England and France. There are tentacles everywhere, and Charlotte is confident that she can protect Newt in these places, but not here.

The closed American magic world, due to historical reasons, is very repulsive to outside forces. Without the corresponding strength and contacts, it will be difficult to take root in the American magic world. All kinds of resources are divided up by the top pure-blood families. The family, the Wilkinson family whose children are all over the Ministry of Magic, and the Fontana family who master Ilvermorny and are responsible for the education of the new generation of wizards.

As well as the Graves family, which is gradually declining in the political circle but still has a certain influence, the Twelve Trees family is worse than Graves.

At the end of the 18th century, Aristotle, one of the Twelve Aurors? Dorcas, the daughter of the Twelve Trees, leaked a lot of information about the magical world to Bartolomeo Barben, a descendant of the Scavenger, resulting in a large number of magic-related The site was exposed, resulting in serious consequences, contributed to the birth of Rappaport's law.

Headed by these families, a complete chain of interests has been formed. It is extremely difficult for outsiders to get in. It is better to break them up and break them up into parts, and things will be much easier.

"Although Grandpa Newt will be wronged, it's better than losing his life. Grandma Tina actually agreed to him to come out to investigate. I really don't know how this stubborn old man did it." The little bit of uneasiness in conscience was left to the unscrupulous Lao Du.

"It is much better to have the box robbed under the supervision of the Ministry of Magic than to be robbed in Newt's hands. Controlling the newspaper reporters also controls the direction of public opinion."

"Matthew acted with discretion. Newt will at most suffer a little injury and a mental blow... He shouldn't be devastated." Charlotte sighed, plotting relatives or something, no matter what the purpose was, she did it. Just do it, wait until the matter is over, and then take the blame.