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“Want a drink?
Yes, now.
Well, it’s really late, how about tomorrow morning?
That’s settled, then.”
Putting the phone back on the bedside table, Rowling lay back in bed unhappily, counting sheep with her eyes closed.
After working hard for a long time, I finally fell into a drowsy sleep in the early morning.
Chapter 143: The Classic Car Ready to Take Off
Standing in the living room, Leon and Clay's deep contemplation of "overcoming" did not last long.
Simple truth.
Since it is about overcoming, it is definitely not something that can be done easily.
The two reminisced about their lives over the past twenty years and soon recalled a subject teacher they had in high school, who was also their common teacher.
This high school teacher left them with a psychological trauma that will last their entire lives.
So much so that today, more than ten years later, my heart is filled with fear whenever I think of that teacher.
"Leon." The scene he least wanted to recall emerged in his mind, and Claysi's face was grim. "I think we should do something."
Leon, who is always good-tempered and never gets angry with others, rarely has bloodshot eyes: “That’s right.
We shouldn’t run away!”
"What time?"
"Now!"
"Then now!"
The teacher's home address was deeply engraved in the minds of both of them. It was now past seven in the evening, and it would probably be ten by the time they got there.
It would be best to go tomorrow morning, but there is no time to wait.
Originally, they thought that their courage had been worn away by suffering.
In fact, there is no such thing.
The letters from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry awaken the courage and anger hidden deep in their hearts.
The owl seemed to understand what they were going to do and flew away from their shoulders and circled on the ceiling.
Seeing this scene, Leon and Claysey became more certain that they were going in the right direction.
They opened the door roughly, rushed out one after another, got on the bicycles parked in the corner of the apartment, and pedaled while standing.
Pedaling the bicycle madly on the night-shrouded streets of London.
After about an hour, they arrived at a residential area in the city center - a row of three-story Western-style buildings next to an asphalt road.
They jumped off their bikes, not even bothering to put up their kickstands, and ran to the door of the first building on the right.
"咚咚-"
After a few seconds, the window next to the door lit up dimly, and a voice from behind the door asked, "Who is this?"
“Your students.”
"crunch-"
The door of the building was opened, and an old man with white hair held the handle and asked doubtfully:
"I'm sorry, I have a lot of students. Who are you?"
"Leon."
"Clacy."
He frowned and thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Like I said, I have too many students, so...
Ah, but there are other students visiting me today, maybe you..."
"Oh my god, look at that." Leon laughed, "He has forgotten about us."
"It doesn't matter." Clessie raised his right fist, "My fist will help him remember it!"
"Bam—"
He used up all his strength to punch the old man hard in the eye socket.
He screamed, staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.
Perhaps they heard the shouting, and the sound of chaotic footsteps moved from the ceiling to the stairs, and three men of the same age as them rushed down the straight corridor.
The man in the front yelled, “Who are you?!
Why hurt my father! "
Leon knew this man, he was the old man's son. He was also familiar with the two blond men behind him, they were the school bullies back then.
“Great.” Leon’s face flushed red, “It saves me the time of looking for them one by one.”
Picking up the mop at the door, he rushed forward swinging it, and Clessie followed closely behind him, and the two sides started fighting.
By the time Toby hurriedly drove over, the fight was over.
Pushing aside the crowd of onlookers and standing on the stairs in front of the door, I saw six people at the scene, all covered in blood, lying on their backs somewhere in the aisle.
Except for the only old man.
There was no blood on his body, only his right eye socket was swollen and his clothes were stained by many footprints.
Toby guessed that it was stepped on by five young men during a fight.
"I'll handle it." He showed his ID and sent away the police who came after receiving the call.
“Hey!” the last injured blond man yelled, “Why are the police gone?!
They were the ones who broke into the house and injured people!"
"You are involved in a case of leaking state secrets, and I will take over now."
After drawing his gun to pacify the blond man who was about to stand up and argue, Toby squatted down and asked Leon, who was lying on the ground and breathing heavily, "What's going on?
I don't remember you being a robber."
Leon ignored him and looked into the eyes of Clessie who was also lying there: “Hahaha… I’m not afraid anymore!”
"I'll tell you." Toby looked helpless, "I took a big risk coming here, don't hide anything from me."
He turned his head and looked at Toby: "Mr. Toby, thank Hogwarts for helping me regain the courage that I had abandoned for many years."
Toby thought for a moment, "Is it related to the test content?"
The two people who were laughing wantonly suddenly opened their eyes wide: "How could you..."
"Yes." Toby glanced at the crowd outside the circle room and interrupted him, "I don't know whether contact between candidates will be disqualified.
That’s why I said that it was a very risky act for me to meet you.”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Toby.” Leon smiled with his bloody face, “Teach a coward to regain his dignity that was crushed under the feet of others.
Hogwarts, a Hogwarts like this, will never...” He couldn’t stop himself from sobbing.
"Okay, I think I understand."
Standing up, Toby called Ryan: "Don't go to the nightclub tonight, I need help."
When Ryan, who was planning to have a wonderful affair, came running in cursing, Toby led him to bring all six people back to MI6.
Zhang Mu did not witness all this with his own eyes, but he guessed what had happened.
Receiving the information transmitted by the puppet core, he used shadow magic to bring the two puppets in the apartment building back to the workshop.
Then he was busy assembling the parts scattered on the ground.
After a classic British car popular in the 19th century was assembled, he straightened up and said, "Huh... It's really tiring work."
Throwing the wrench on the operating table beside him, he took out the envelope, letter paper and quill pen he brought from Thor Continent from his storage bag.
Lying on the flat working table, I wrote two admission interview letters.
At the end, it was emphasized that the letter was equivalent to a train ticket and must be kept properly.
After folding the letter and putting it into the envelope, Zhang Mu stretched himself and went to rest on the bed in the corner.
"The weather forecast says it will be sunny tomorrow. Let's go for a drive first and then deliver the letter."
Chapter 144: Interview letter delivered, classic car flying over London
It was still dark and Zhang Mu got up but didn't rush to drive out.
I checked the "world" first, and found that the splicing of the academy and the immortal sect was proceeding in an orderly manner.
Then he called out the inventory and scanned the grid for the owls that had already been made.
There are about 2000 of them, all of which were completed one after another within a month of construction of the alien world project.
In the adjacent grid, there are 20 interview letters and qualification notification letters.
Zhang Mu thought about it and decided that it would be bad if there were too many people in the first batch, and it would be easier to control them if there were about 20.
When these people have their "winter vacation" and return home from Hogwarts with their magic props, it will completely trigger the madness of the Western upper class.
It is the types of magic props that Zhang Mu has been thinking about for several days.
It must be usable by ordinary people, but not too powerful, and must be fairly secretive.
After all, it is a foreseeable and inevitable behavior for the authorities to collect magic props and attempt to study them.
In this way, the magic props from the Thor continent were excluded.
Because they require magic power and mental strength to activate and control, Blue Star obviously cannot use them without extraordinary humans.
After thinking hard for a long time, Zhang Mu finally decided to use puppetry to create a staff that looked similar to the pointer in the Harry Potter movies.
The function starts with the simplest apprentice-level magic.