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Lundun is not a small place. Looking for two strangers who have only met once in it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Forget it, let’s talk about it over there.
After finishing his noodles, Zhang Mu put all the owls into his inventory, activated the shadow technique, and headed towards the old Jinshan city area.
The next morning.
Zhang Mu walked out of London International Airport with a white face.
"That guy is really capable. He can even get a fake passport."
He muttered something, hailed a taxi to the city center of London, and got off near King's Cross Station.
I walked along the street and entered the restaurant where I had eaten last time.
Zhang Mu, who had a good memory, recognized the girl behind the cashier at a glance. It was the same girl from last time.
But compared with that time, he did not receive a warmer reception this time.
When paying the bill after dinner, Zhang Mu pretended to be a foreign tourist and asked, "I heard that Platform 9 3/4 of the Harry Potter movie is around here, is that right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, are there any related activities?" He looked interested.
The cashier's attitude wasn't exactly cold, but it wasn't enthusiastic either: "You mean the annual Muggle test?
This year is over.”
Muggle quiz?
Thinking of the fans who lined up and banged their heads against the wall in the movie room, Zhang Mu couldn't help laughing.
Don't tell me, it's quite suitable.
Hmm? Muggle quiz...
After thinking for a while, Zhang Mu smiled, thanked the girl, and walked out of the store.
Hiss...the event won't be held until next year, where should I find them?
While thinking, he walked along the street, and before he knew it, he arrived at the entrance of King's Cross Station.
Looking up at the station that retained the style of the last century, Zhang Mu thought that since he was already here, he might as well go in and take a look.
Walk into the station and come to the wall.
It is no longer as lively as the last time I came. There are only the occasional passenger passing by, or a tourist who comes here specially to stop and take photos briefly before leaving.
If it doesn't work, I'll have to pick someone new.
Scratching his head, Zhang Mu turned around and prepared to leave the station.
But when I turned around, I was surprised to see two familiar young men walking towards me side by side, chatting.
They walked all the way to the wall, put their hands together and muttered something, then raised their hands and patted the wall for a long time. Seeing that there was no unusual movement, they put their heads back and went back the same way.
It was effortless to get it. Zhang Mu raised the corner of his mouth and followed him calmly.
Chapter 119 Mr. Owl
On the way home, Claysie complained to Leon.
"You know, I go to the station every day and pray at the entrance to platform nine and three-quarters, but the magician never shows up.
Is it that my prayers were not sincere enough, or that I do not have the talent to be a magician?"
Leon comforted him: “Mr. Magician said that everyone is welcome to sign up, and the admission requirements are not absolutely determined by talent.
As long as we do our best, we will be able to do it.”
Clessie looked dejected: “I wish I could have enrolled in Hogwarts earlier and fired my greedy vampire boss.
God, he asked me to work on the weekend! "
After saying that, he looked at his friend beside him: “Leon, how do you think the interview letter will be mailed?
Is it really an owl?"
Shaking his head, Leon said: “That’s unlikely.
In fact, I think Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is definitely very different from what is described in the novel.
Imagine if even the shape of the college building and the interview letters being sent by owls were exactly the same as in the novel,
Then I have every reason to suspect that the author of Harry Potter is also a mysterious wizard!"
Clessie nodded in agreement.
If the author of the novel is really a magician, it makes no sense for him, as a public figure, not to reveal any flaws.
Especially since the real magician has appeared, the CIA employee who came to question him that day would definitely find the author and take him under control.
Regardless of whether the CIA can catch a magician, the author himself will never appear in the public eye again.
But just a few days ago, the author of Harry Potter held a press conference regarding the video circulating on the Internet.
It claims that novels are products of fantasy, and that there is no Platform Nine and Three Quarters, no wizards, and no Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in reality.
Please book fans treat this rationally and do not do anything too crazy.
The meaning is obvious, and the author also believes that the video is a large-scale, organized and premeditated scam.
The reason why Rowling held this press conference was because someone was catching owls and prying open their beaks to look for the legendary admission letter.
During the process, although they would release the owls after catching nothing, some of them inevitably died.
After investigation, the Yingguo Police Department speculated that the rumor was created and spread by poachers.
The purpose, of course, is to cause chaos while most of the police force is busy stopping citizens who believe the rumors from stealing owls.
"But." Clessie's face turned confused. "Since Rowling is not a magician, how did she write this novel?"
“Maybe she has seen a real magician.” Leon was inexplicably excited, “Just like us that day!”
"Hey!" Clessie rushed to the roadside park, "Asshole! Let go of the owl!"
Lyon looked instinctively and saw someone holding a net bag in the grove of the park. The nylon net covered an owl on the ground.
The man was frightened by the shouting and probably thought it was a policeman, so he dropped the net bag and ran away.
He ran very fast, and by the time Claysie and Leon reached the grove, he had already disappeared among the trees.
"What a bunch of idiots!" Clessie cursed, and rescued the owl from the net and released it. "How could an owl raised by a magician be caught in a broken net!"
They called the police, and when the police arrived, the two men recounted what had happened and then handed over the evidence, which was the net bag, to the police.
Then we returned to our apartment in the suburbs.
After having a quick lunch in a shop downstairs, they went upstairs, sat on the sofa in the living room and turned on the TV.
The lit display screen was playing a news segment, which was a replay of the press conference held by Rowling not long ago.
After the show, the beautiful and elegant female host talked about the recent rampant hunting of owls.
"Leon." Clessie looked worried, "The video... shouldn't be released."
"It's not your fault. The video was already circulated before you."
"Will the CIA investigator from that day come back to me about this matter?" Clessie was a little scared.
Although he was not the one who uploaded the first video, he posted it after all. If he is sued for it, the consequences will be serious.
Lyon, who was more calm, tried to comfort her, but it was of little use.
Feeling worried, Clay lost interest in watching the news and went back to her room.
Seeing this, Leon had no choice but to go back to his room and lie down on the bed.
After playing with his mobile phone for a while, he felt sleepy and fell into sleep in a daze.
When I woke up, I was awakened by the sunset falling into my eyes.
He didn't sleep very well during his nap. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, his head was groggy and his temples were aching.
"It's a dream."
Recalling the dream I just had, an owl flew into the room through the window holding a letter. I was about to open the letter excitedly when I woke up.
I took out the phone rolled up in the quilt and took a look. It was already past five in the afternoon.
It's time for dinner.
Thinking of this, he stood up, stretched, and prepared to call Claysie.
But when he caught a glimpse of a pair of eyes outside the window, his arm, which had just been raised, suddenly stiffened.
He slowly turned his head and saw a snow-white owl outside the closed glass, with its wings folded, standing on top of the air conditioner, staring at him without blinking with its big round eyes.
Logically speaking, the appearance of an owl is not scary or ferocious, but rather quite cute and adorable.
Besides, it’s not like Leon hasn’t seen owls before, but for some reason, the owl outside the window gave him a very strange feeling.
It seemed as if it was examining itself, its eyes pondering something.
Such a humane performance made Lyon feel a little strange.
Are you kidding? It's just an owl.
Suppressing the slight panic in his heart, he took small steps towards the window.
Noticing that the owl's gaze was following the movement of his body, he nervously rubbed his right fingers with his left hand and slowly opened the window.
The apartment he rented was on the 18th floor, and as soon as the window was opened, the wind howled.
At this moment, he was surprised to realize that the owl's feathers did not flutter in the wind, but stuck close to its body.
What is it?
Monsters, demons, evil spirits?
Wait, an owl?
The consciousness that was about to collapse finally reacted, blood rushed to his face, and Leon's lips trembled for a long time before he asked: "Mr. Owl, do you have a letter to give me?"
However, the snow-white owl did not magically produce a letter from the air.