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Zhang Mu, with an owl standing on each shoulder, followed Toby down the elevator.
It can't be said to be following.
He was using shadow magic and walking side by side with the other person.
When they got outside the building, Toby hurried into the driver's seat and Zhang Mu followed him to the back seat.
Looking at the figure who was steering the car and turning it around, not knowing where he was going, he was lost in thought about what had happened before.
Fortunately, I thought of testing it once, and it turned out that a spiritual owl alone was not enough, and I had to add some appropriate magic.
Well... powerful magic requires new materials, but mental power is much more convenient. Just slightly modify the structure of the magic circle and it will be fine.
I will buy the tools and go back to the hotel to modify it tomorrow morning.
Zhang Mu's blurry vision became clear as he looked at Toby who was overtaking madly.
He looks familiar. Oh yes, he is one of the two people I met in the hotel when I came to London last time.
The department that his ID information belongs to is the CIA. Isn't this the official intelligence department of the United States? Doesn't it also handle abnormal events?
Forget it, it doesn't matter.
In short, it is certain that he can contact the official upper echelons of the Ying State.
Anyway, he was driving like he was about to take off, where was he going?
Zhang Mu suppressed his doubts and watched the car drive all the way to a villa area on the outskirts of the city.
The villa area is not very large, with only about a dozen five-story buildings with courtyards. It is divided into two areas, left and right, with an artificial river flowing in the middle.
The car approached the gate, and the security guard in a black suit and trousers came to the car with the registration book.
Maybe it’s because all the people living there are “big shots” and the property management has spent a lot of money, so the security guard was very responsible and asked some questions.
Upon learning that Toby did not have an appointment, he decisively refused his request to enter the community.
So he pulled out his CIA credentials, and the security guard obediently pressed the round button on the remote control in his hand.
The barrier lifted up, Toby stepped on the accelerator lightly and drove slowly through.
The car was driving slowly on the asphalt road inside the community. Zhang Mu, who was sitting in the back seat, glanced at the villas on both sides through the car window.
It turned out that he came to see Rowling.
Through the conversation between Toby and the security guard just now, Zhang Mu knew the purpose of his coming here and some thoughts arose in his mind.
I didn't plan to show up now, but plans can't keep up with changes, so I'll think about what to say later.
Toby, who was holding the steering wheel, naturally had no idea that there was a living person sitting in the back of the car who was thinking about how to contact him, and he continued to concentrate on driving.
Although we drove very slowly in the community, the community is not very large.
After about five minutes, the car stopped in front of a villa with pure white exterior walls, quietly sleeping in the night.
Toby got out of the car, without even closing the door, strode around the car and rang the doorbell.
It must have been late at night, and the doorbell had been ringing for ten minutes before a dim light came on in the dark villa window.
"Sir, disturbing a lady's sleep in the early hours of the morning is not gentlemanly behavior."
An angry female voice came from the hollow part of the combination lock.
"Ms. Rowling, I have something I'd like you to take a look at that you might be interested in."
"I'm sorry sir, I have no interest in what you are talking about. If you have something else to do, please make an appointment with me tomorrow and come back."
After a crackling sound like the signal was interfered with, the combination lock stopped working and the lights in the windows on the second floor of the villa went out.
But Toby had no intention of giving up and continued to ring the doorbell.
It seemed that Rowling notified the property management, and two security guards holding electric shock devices walked quickly from a distance.
Before I could say anything, he blocked my question with his ID.
It is possible that the security guard who left informed Rowling of the specific situation.
Half an hour later, the courtyard light above the main entrance of the villa lit up and the iron gate slid open automatically.
Holding a pile of suits, Toby excitedly rushed to the open door of the villa and walked into the living room.
Rowling was already waiting for him.
Ms. Rowling, who was 58 years old at the time, had well-maintained skin.
There are only light wrinkles on her face that are hard to spot unless you look closely. She probably keeps up with her fitness routine, and her figure is not at all bloated at her age.
The cultivation is also excellent.
If someone rings the doorbell in the early morning and disturbs your sleep, and keeps ringing the doorbell even after you have clearly rejected the idea of meeting him, any normal person would probably not respond in a good way.
But when Toby entered the hall, Rowling had already put on her formal attire for a meeting, a tight evening dress that was extremely troublesome to wear.
Her face was adorned with light makeup, and her two earrings sparkled under the incandescent chandelier.
Wearing makeup and jewelry is not just for the sake of beautification, but also a way of showing respect to the guests.
On the low coffee table in front of the sofa in the living room, there were two cups of steaming black tea.
"Please take a seat, Mr. Toby."
She raised her hand gracefully, and after Toby sat on the single seat on the right, she put her legs together, smoothed her skirt, and sat in the middle of the three-seater sofa.
"Mr. Toby, what treasure is it that requires you to come to see me at this time?"
Toby laid his suit out on the table, untied the sleeves and smoothed out the jacket, "It's an owl feather!"
Maybe because he was too excited, his words were a little unclear.
At least, the reason of "owl feathers" was not enough for Rowling to forgive his rude behavior of visiting her late at night.
"As you can see." Her chest rose and fell sharply. "It is indeed an owl feather. Then what?"
"Uh, listen to me Ms. Rowling, this is a feather left behind by an owl raised by a wizard!"
Rowling: “?”
No matter how well-mannered one is, he couldn’t help but say, “Mr. Toby, look at what you are talking about?
God, for a pile of owl feathers, you are like a gambler who has lost all his property and lost his mind, ringing other people's doorbells frantically in the middle of the night.
Disturbing a 58-year-old lady's good sleep, which is essential for maintaining her skin?!
He even used absurd fairy tales that have been circulating on the Internet to lull children to sleep to support his claims?!"
Toby really wanted to say that these were not absurd fairy tales, but settings in the novels you created.
But seeing the blood rushing to Rowling's cheeks, he didn't dare to say it out loud.
"Okay, Mr. Toby, now, drink up this cup of tea and express your sincere apologies to the lady you offended!"
"But I'm telling the truth."
After being scolded with great momentum, Toby said something weakly while repeating what happened.
But judging from Rowling's clenched fists, the explanation did not ease the anger at all, but instead made the atmosphere even more depressing.
Rowling's face was so cold that it was almost frozen. "So, you still insist on using the rumors that are spreading all over the world to try to cover up your own impoliteness, right?"
Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself down: “I have a piece of advice.
Mr. Toby, you are an investigator for the CIA. Although you are only a small transparent department under the CIA, you are ultimately a public official serving the kingdom.
Rumors about the existence of magicians in the world are not believed by people who don’t have enough independent thinking ability, but you can’t! "
The reason why Toby came directly to see Rowling was that he wanted to use the physical evidence to find out the whereabouts of the magician.
After thinking about it carefully, I found that I really had no evidence such as video, and the feathers had not been tested yet.
Smiling awkwardly, he planned to apologize and leave, then go back and prepare before coming back.
“Anger adds to your physical burden.
Hello again, Rowling."
Chapter 122 Are you sure that what you see is real?
The voice suddenly rang out in the living room, old and warm, and Rowling and Toby were unable to react for a moment.
Coming back to their senses, the two of them subconsciously turned their heads to look for the source of the sound.
It's not too hard to find.
They saw a white-haired old man dressed like Dumbledore standing at the door of the living room.
He was covered with a wide black robe, a round-brimmed pointed hat, and in his hand he held a round wooden staff, which looked very much like the pointer used by school teachers to teach.
The essence is the small round glasses on the bridge of the nose, they look exactly like the original.
Toby was stunned for a while, then suddenly stood up, pulled out the pistol from the holster at his waist, and pointed the black muzzle at the white-haired old man.
"who are you!"
He shouted with full force, but he was a little scared in his heart, and his hands holding the gun were shaking slightly.
I closed the door of the villa tightly after I entered the living room, so how did he get in?
Why didn't I hear any noise?
The old man looked from Rowling to the pistol and smiled, "Interesting little toys from the new world."
After he finished speaking, he didn't make any movement. The pistol that Toby was holding tightly in his hand seemed to be fiddled with by an invisible hand. It instantly broke into pieces and hit the tiled floor with a clanking sound.
"This..." Toby opened his mouth wide, unable to comprehend the scene before him that was beyond his comprehension.
"Your name is Toby, right?"
"Haha." The old man chuckled, "I happened to see you when I was delivering the interview letters to those two little guys.
Unexpectedly, we met here again just an hour later. "
"Are you..."
"Don't be impatient. I will tell you everything you want to know. Just wait."
The old man looked at Rowling, who had a dazed look on her face and had obviously not recovered yet: "The little girl who clamored to become a magician has grown up."