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After all, she had personally hosted a press conference a few months ago to explain to fans of the books that Hogwarts was fake.
She tilted her head and thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Maybe the truth is just as you said."
Just as the sun was rising, the first ray of sunlight of the day shone across the sky, directly towards Melody.
She squinted unconsciously, reached for her phone, and sent a text message to the doctor: "I have a patient here, his condition is very serious, I hope you can come immediately, the address is at my home."
Melody felt that she should not irritate the patient, so she continued the conversation: "If the headmaster of Hogwarts is really your grandfather,
When the old man takes you back to school for a tour, remember to call me along."
At this point, the smile on Rowling's face turned into depression: "Enrollment is in progress, which means the school has been reopened. Why hasn't Grandpa come to pick me up yet?"
Hearing her whispering to herself, Melody felt a little panicked.
Are you serious?
He also sent a message to the doctor, asking him to come as quickly as possible and emphasizing the urgency of the condition.
Then, she swallowed her saliva and comforted Rowling: "Maybe your grandfather is busy with other things."
Rowling woke up from her contemplation and seemed to have thought of something, and said in a serious tone: "No, I didn't say anything.
There is no Hogwarts, no wizards, and no headmaster grandpa. "
"Okay, okay, if you say no then..."
Halfway through her words, Melody suddenly froze and asked subconsciously, "Rowling, I remember there was a plot in your novel where the protagonist and his classmates drove a car in the sky, right?"
"Yes, there is such a plot. What's wrong?"
"Look, is that the car?"
Following the direction of her finger, I looked at the rising sun behind me.
Raising her hand to block the glaring sunlight, she saw an old car flying in the sky above downtown London.
Is it grandpa?!
Before Rowling had even calmed down from the surprise in her heart, the vintage car approached at an extremely fast speed, and in an instant it grew from the size of a palm to the size of a normal car.
"Hey my little granddaughter, how are you doing lately?"
The old car hovered at the edge of the balcony. Dumbledore, wearing a magic robe, pushed open the door and floated in front of them in the air.
"Grandpa, I've been fine." She took a step forward and put her hands on his arms. "Grandpa, this is your best friend, Melody."
"Hello." Dumbledore looked at her through the round lenses with gentle eyes.
"Hello sir, I, uh, what should I call you?"
Her words were a little incoherent, but fortunately her good upbringing prompted her to follow her body's instinct and reflexively make the proper greeting.
"Just call me Dumbledore." He turned to Rowling and explained, "I was originally planning to take you to Hogwarts.
But if you think about it carefully, you seem to have forgotten a lot of relevant memories.
Maybe it would be a great experience to take a train again.”
"Law Lin listens to Grandpa."
"Well." Dumbledore smiled and took out a letter from the wide sleeves of his robes, "This is a first-class cabin specially prepared for you.
In addition, there is no need to hide our relationship. You can announce to everyone that you are my granddaughter.
So that's it, I have something else.
Have a nice trip, and see you at Hogwarts."
The old man turned around and got in the car, driving the old car away, and soon it turned into a small black dot in the sky.
Melody hurriedly chased to the edge of the rooftop, lay down and looked out until the old car completely disappeared.
I looked down at the street downstairs and saw pedestrians and office workers who had gotten up early and were jogging on the road. They were all holding up their cell phones and chattering something in their mouths.
"Oh! This is the train ticket!" Rowling exclaimed happily from behind.
She quickly turned around and saw Rowling waving the letter excitedly. She hurried over and said, "Let me see it, just one look!"
He held the letter up high and teased his best friend for a while before handing it to her. Melody took it and glanced at the translated text: "Is this a group ticket?"
Luo Lin took the letter back and scanned it: "There is no explanation. I forgot to ask Grandpa."
After being stunned for a moment, Melody's face changed after she recovered: "We are best friends, you can't abandon me!"
"Uh, I'll ask Grandpa for you, but just to be on the safe side, you can try them."
Looking back at the sky, I saw owls flying everywhere, flapping their wings.
You can vaguely see that some of them are holding white envelopes in their mouths.
Chapter 146: The Transparent Small Department Turns Around
"what did I say?!"
At the office window, Toby grabbed Ryan’s collar with both hands and shook him madly: “What did I say?!
Wizards exist and Hogwarts is real!"
"I believe it, I believe it, just loosen my collar first." Ryan was shaken dizzy and grabbed his hands, trying to pry them apart.
But Toby was in an excited state, and his hands were clenched tightly like iron clamps, and he couldn't loosen them no matter how hard he tried.
Toby had no intention of letting go, so he told Leon and Claysie not to run around, and dragged Ryan into the director's office.
"Commissioner! Did you see that?"
The director, with a strong hairstyle and a slightly potbellied look, was standing by the window with his entire upper body sticking out.
Hearing the shout, he shrank back and turned to look at the two of them: “Did you see it too?
So I wasn't dreaming?
Did a car really fly past me?"
"Hey, Chief!" Toby saw that he was still confused and urged anxiously, "What are you standing there for? We have to act immediately!"
The director who has been slacking off for a long time has obviously been in a rigid state of thinking for a long time.
He sat back in the chair and stroked his bald forehead: "Well, what action should we take?"
Speaking of this, Toby was also stunned.
Yes, the magicians' whereabouts are secretive. As far as we can see now, no monitoring equipment can detect their movements.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be no information about magicians for so many years.
In the end, Ryan's brain worked faster.
He stared at the owl on Toby's shoulder: "Is it really a pet raised by a wizard?
Have you received the interview letter?"
“First of all,” Toby corrected with a serious expression, “Please address me as senior.
Then, instead of an interview letter, there was a written test notice to get the interview letter qualification.”
"So, the two guys outside are among those who passed the assessment?"
"Yes."
Ryan fell silent, giving himself some time to digest the sudden information.
After more than ten minutes, he suddenly perked up, smiled, and rubbed his hands in front of his chest like a fly rubbing its hands.
"Cathead...Senior, can you give me a written test notice?"
Perhaps his smile was too flattering, the owl jumped towards his head in disgust: "Coo-coo--"
"Toby, does this mean you promised me?"
"Any idiot can see it's rejecting."
"Don't be like this, senior!" Ryan took a step forward and reached out to touch the owl's feathers.
Of course he didn't know that Zhang Mu had set up a defense mechanism to prevent anyone from disassembling the owl doll.
So, when Ryan's fingertips were about to touch the feathers, the eagle's beak suddenly opened right at him and a bolt of lightning struck.
"Bam—"
Fortunately, Zhang Mu did not have the intention to kill when he installed the defense mechanism, so Ryan's face was just burnt black and his hairstyle turned into an afro.
He must have been stunned by the explosion.
It took the three people in the office a while to come back to their senses.
Ryan touched his own body first and found that he was not seriously injured. He put it aside and said, "Senior, I want to learn magic!"
Seeing that he was moving too much and almost hit the feathers several times, Toby quickly took a few steps back: "Be careful, do you want to be hit again?!"
"Toby!" The director, who was slow to react, slammed the table and said, "Such a serious situation, why did you report it only today?!"
"Please Chief, I reported this several times a few months ago."
The director frowned and recalled that when he was taking a nap, he seemed to have heard words like "magician" and "owl" in a trance.
Just when I was about to ask more questions, the office door was pushed open and several agents in suits filed in.
The last man to enter the room was the Director of MI6.
Let me first tell you about a magician who drove an old car and released a large number of owls in London.
He went on to say: “Combined with the video of King’s Cross Station that circulated in the first half of the year, the details of what happened have been roughly sorted out.
You need to take action immediately and collect all the interview letters!"
"How many owls did you say Mr. Magician released?"
"Roughly estimated, more than 1500."
“With this amount, how long do you expect it will take the three of us to catch them all?
Besides, it's a magician's pet. Are you sure an ordinary person can catch it?"
three people?