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Rowling, who had just come to her senses, immediately fell into confusion again: "Old man, do we know each other?"
"Have you forgotten the name Dumbledore?"
Dumbledore?
How could I forget, this is my novel...
Rowling's mouth opened wider than Toby's: "You, who are you?"
Without waiting for Dumbledore to speak, she covered her mouth and screamed in a very uncultured manner: "Impossible!
There are no wizards in this world, no Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and no Dumbledore. It's just my fantasy!
Who are you? ! "
"Why do you think so?" Without answering his question, the old man asked calmly.
"I'm sure I'd never seen a wizard before I created Harry Potter!"
Toby on the side wanted to ask something, but just as he opened his mouth, he felt a force closing his lips.
Looking up, I saw the white-haired old man putting down his staff.
Is this magic?!
Ignoring his horrified look, Dumbledore said to Rowling: "Are you sure that what you saw was true?
Your memory must be complete?"
It is normal for humans to forget some unimportant things.
If an ordinary person is suddenly asked, "Have you forgotten something?", he will most likely wonder, "Have I forgotten anything?"
Then I realized that I seemed to have really forgotten something.
Coupled with the strange methods of the white-haired old man in front of him who called himself Dumbledore, it was no surprise that Rowling felt awkward in her heart.
It was a very strange feeling, as if a hand was kneading the heart, and the whole person was affected and couldn't breathe.
"Hu-ha-ha-"
Rowling covered her chest with her hands, and her deep breathing turned into heavy gasps, as if she was about to faint. Dumbledore raised his wand at the right time.
She felt a strange wave sweeping over her, and her wildly fluctuating consciousness instantly calmed down.
She slowly lowered the hand that was pressing on her chest; she had already believed what the old man said.
No reason to doubt, right?
The invisible but effective power to soothe one's spirit just now, the power to disassemble a pistol without destroying its parts in the blink of an eye, is it something that an ordinary person or a modern machine can do?
Harry Potter is not fiction, it is reality!
"Mr. Dumbledore, can I..."
Rowling was so excited that she took a deep breath before she could say the following words: "Can I visit Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"
At this moment, she seemed to have returned to the age of an innocent little girl. She clenched her hands into fists and pressed them against her chest, imagining how romantic and wonderful the real magic world was.
"not the right time yet."
The air of loss was visibly emanating from her body. Her hands slowly dropped, and her shoulders slumped. "Why?"
"Hogwarts, you'll be there, soon."
Her mood, which had fallen to the bottom, slightly recovered. She asked about the two sentences she had said before: "Dumbledore first..."
"Call me grandpa, that's what you called me back then."
His smiling expression revealed kindness and doting.
Rowling blended into the role of granddaughter without any hesitation: "Grandpa, what's wrong with my memory?
Also, everything I see is real. Are you using a question mark? "
"Your memory has been sealed for your daily life."
"As for the last sentence..."
Dumbledore raised his wand and muttered a spell that Rowling couldn't understand.
The next second, the old man shrank into a little boy, then immediately turned into a young man, and finally returned to his original appearance.
No wonder!
Toby was speechless and his eyes almost popped out of his sockets. No wonder the magician had never been discovered!
Rowling took a few steps forward carefully, raised her hand to Dumbledore, but stopped halfway: "Grandpa, can I..."
He reached deep into his empty left hand and held her palm, which was frozen in mid-air. They could clearly feel each other's body temperature.
Unable to hold back her tears, Rowling shed them, which flowed down her cheeks and gathered at her chin, dripping down.
"You're still as crybaby as you were decades ago." The old man said in a mischievous tone.
"I, I just..." She spoke intermittently and was unable to finish a complete sentence.
"There is still plenty of time in the future." Pulling his hand back, Dumbledore looked at Toby, and with a wave of his wand, he found that he could speak.
"Mr. Dumbledore, I have a lot, a lot!" With his mouth sealed, he was a little incoherent at the moment.
It took a while to suppress the turbulent waves in my heart: "You really are a magician."
Dumbledore raised his hand, and a ball of fire condensed, flew out of his palm, circled around him a few times, flew back into his hand, and dissipated.
magic.
Feeling the burning heat, he touched his temples and curled hair, and continued to ask: "You said Ms. Rowling's memory was sealed, so how did she create the novel Harry Potter?"
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will reopen, and the seal will be loosened."
Toby didn't understand the connection between the two, and seeing that he had no intention of explaining in detail, he stopped asking.
After thinking for a few seconds, he said, “Can I invite you to the CIA?
There are many things that need my superiors and you to do..."
"Asshole!" Rowling cursed angrily, "Invite my grandfather to the CIA?
The department that looks like a stinking ditch that hides rats? ! "
"Um, Ms. Rowling, don't get excited, I just..."
"Okay." The old man waved his hand, interrupting their quarrel that was about to break out, "I said, there is still a lot of time in the future.
Rowling, when that day comes, I will personally pick you up to visit Hogwarts again."
He turned right and strode toward the wall.
"Grandpa..." Rowling shouted, and his back disappeared through the wall. Only then did he say the second half of the sentence like he was talking to himself, "What day was that?"
She could hardly bear it anymore and just wanted to go to Hogwarts right now.
She couldn't deny that she had had dreams of herself visiting Hogwarts many times.
After waking up, she couldn't help laughing, but she was also deeply yearning for it, but she knew that it was just her dream.
Now, the dream seems to be coming true.
"Ms. Rowling!
I hope you can testify for me that magicians do exist!"
Looking at this CIA guy who disturbed her sleep late at night and wanted to take her grandfather to a stinking place, Rowling's face darkened and she turned and walked towards the wooden stairs leading to the second floor:
"Please leave, I'm going to call the police!"
Chapter 123 The Magic Owl
After walking out of Rowling's villa, Zhang Mu took out a small pedal from the inventory, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and rushed back to the city center at lightning speed.
He took back the small pedal in an empty corner, released the shadow technique, changed into a white person, and found a hotel to stay in.
After entering the suite with the room card, Zhang Mu bared his teeth and rubbed his arms with both hands: "This is so fucking embarrassing!"
Honestly speaking, he almost died of embarrassment when he heard an aunt who was more than a generation older than him calling him grandpa with a coquettish tone as if she was addressing an elder.
After rubbing for a long time, the goose bumps on his body finally disappeared. He sat on the edge of the bed, took out two owls, and stood them on his forearms.
“Besides mental strength, what else can I add?
Tsk, I have to deliver the letter quickly and then find some weapons."
Since it's just a minor modification and there are spare parts in the inventory, there's no need for a machine tool, just some power tools and you can do it.
But it was already dark, and there was no chance that any shop would be open at this time, so he put the owl on the bedside table and went to bed.
Silent all night.
The next morning.
Zhang Mu got up, washed up, and went to the restaurant on the first floor.
He sternly refused the staff's recommendation of the famous London dish - Stargazing Pie, ate two sandwiches casually, and walked out of the hotel with his hands behind his back.
I asked passers-by, walked into the nearest power tool store, and picked out a complete set.
Long and short handle screwdrivers, angle grinders, pistol drills, cutting machines, etc. are all available.
After I paid, the owner, who probably made a lot of money, enthusiastically gave me a large tool box and helped me put all the things neatly in it.
He then said that the toolbox was very heavy and could help Zhang Mu call a car.
He shook his head to decline, and in front of the shop owner's astonished look, he grabbed the handle with one hand and walked out of the shop as if he was carrying a chick.
He returned all the way to the hotel, thinking that the piercing noise of power tools in the room would cause angry guests to block the door, so he summoned a portal and ran to the Silent Forest to work.
It's quite troublesome to just transform an owl doll in the forest.
After all, compared to humans, the hearing of Warcraft and monsters is much stronger.
So Zhang Mu changed into an owl while keeping an eye on the surrounding trees.
If you notice any unusual movement, immediately put away the accessories and tools to prevent them from being taken away by wild animals.
As for himself, he was too lazy to run, as he couldn't escape anyway, so he lay on his back on the dry grass and let the monster enjoy a good meal.