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Chapter 23 You are playing with fire
This year's fashion week is drawing to a close, but the Malfoy Group suddenly took the lead and announced a temporary clothing launch.
"Are you sure this will work?" Backstage at the show, Lucius glanced uneasily at the clothes on the models.
"Of course." Little Nott supervised the staff to throw glittering gold powder on the model's hair, "The higher the risk, the greater the reward, isn't it?"
Looking at the gaudy and golden finished product in front of him, Lucius shook his head in despair: "Now I understand why you were rejected by the fashion industry."
"It seems that you, like everyone else, have been bound by those old-fashioned aesthetics for too long." Little Nott said dismissively, "Let's put it this way, Mr. Malfoy, after today, your company will either become famous overnight." , or completely collapse, but since you have decided to take this risk, can you cheer up?"
Lucius gave him a sideways look.
"Of course, I also took a greater risk." Little Nott said lightly, "If this show is messed up, I can quit the arena completely."
Lucius was noncommittal.
Different from the minimalist style advocated by his father, Nott Jr.'s designs are more exaggerated and exaggerated. Not only are there large pieces of golden and silver glittering colors, but he is also keen to decorate his ready-to-wear with cumbersome metal ornaments.
Will those picky customers like it?
Lucius had no idea.Now he only hoped that after today, the comments in the newspaper would not scold him too badly.
James sat on the bed blankly holding his mobile phone.
After several minutes, Sirius finally couldn't hold back: "What did they say?"
"There is no stimulant in my blood sample." At James' strong request, they took him to the Hogwarts Hospital for a blood test, "but they have reservations about the Ritalin in my pocket Opinion."
"why?"
"It probably has something to do with the person who reported it... They can't tell me what's in the report message." James threw the phone aside gloomily, and Sirius—he held his breath and played bravely in the trials, had successfully occupied the The position of one of the substitute players--wink:
"I think we need to figure out who the hell is trying to put you on the sidelines."
"Snotlite," James said without thinking.
"He doesn't have the ability to sneak into the locker room." Sirius reminded him, and James frowned:
"Do you think it was done by some guy who tried out like us? But why? No one but you knows I played football before, and I'm not as big a build as they are."
"I don't know." Sirius admitted, "I just think it's a little strange."
"I'm definitely being targeted," James said, "but who would go to such lengths to punish me?"
Sirius was actually secretly relieved - he was worried about James' blood test.Assuming his blood sample contained doping, James had every reason to suspect that he had tampered with that bottle of water.
Fortunately, this bad situation did not happen.
"I hope they come to a conclusion," James said. "Otherwise I'll never be able to play in any varsity tryouts, even if it doesn't leave a trace in my file."
"It's an unsolved case," Sirius said.
"Yes."
In order to protect personal privacy, there are no surveillance cameras in the school's locker rooms.And James has learned from the team coach that the news of his doping report was sent through a disposable mobile phone.
This matter cannot be left alone.Sirius thought.
Tom walked into Slughorn's office and showed him a draft of the paper.
Slughorn's smile disappeared with imperceptible speed as the reading progressed.At last he closed Tom's draft without a word.
He watched Slughorn's expression carefully, and asked after a long time, "What do you think, Professor?"
"It's a weird...but nice idea," Slughorn said vaguely. "I'm more curious where you got the idea."
"Accidentally." Tom said casually, "I spent some time doing some experiments in the laboratory. If you think this draft is okay, I am going to carry on the experiments... According to my preliminary plan, It should be finished by mid-April."
"Of course you can," said Slughorn a little anxiously. "I just think... er... I don't doubt what you mean...but the idea is too genius for an undergraduate."
Tom raised his eyebrows: "You have said more than once that I am a genius."
"Of course, of course," Slughorn said dryly, "I'm just a little surprised...well, it's a pretty good draft anyway. I hope you'll keep in touch with me and drop me anytime. Let me know the new progress."
"Of course." Tom agreed.
"By the way," Slughorn asked with feigned innocence, "who was your laboratory assistant?"
Tom's expression froze, his brain racing, and he had already made up the answer before Slughorn noticed the anomaly: "I invited some freshmen to help."
"Then," said Slughorn without doubt, "you're going to mention their names in your paper."
"Okay." Tom's heart was pounding. "I will."