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Or rather, this is the normal situation.
Just think about it, how could a person who has lived for at least hundreds of years and often goes out for walks ignore the changes in the world?
And since such a grandfather told me not to hide my relationship with him, I naturally felt confident.
Rowling and Melody linked arms and walked downstairs to the car.
The soldiers and the director also evacuated the small building and followed into the car.
With the doors closed, the convoy sped toward the military base outside London.
Zhang Mu stood on the rooftop guardrail, with his hands in his pockets, looking at the convoy that turned right and disappeared at the intersection not far away.
"interesting."
He didn't plan to save anyone on the spot.
Not only would that not have enough influence, but it would also be too low-class.
Like a little child, yelling and screaming in frustration when something happens is not the behavior of a mysterious and powerful magician.
Call up the panel and scan the skills you have learned.
Soon, his sight fell on the elementary earth-attributed magic he had learned a month ago - Rockfall.
When he first learned it, Zhang Mu used it once and was able to condense an elliptical stone with a diameter of 50 centimeters.
During the month he waited for the project to be completed, he was not idle and continued to practice the magic he had mastered.
The full name of the rockfall technique at this moment is Pseudo-Big Rockfall Technique.
Not surprisingly, the skill level has not yet reached the upper limit.
After closing the panel, Zhang Mu looked around and said, "It's not possible in the city. Many people will die if it falls down.
Let's go to the suburbs, it's pretty good near their military base."
Originally, I wanted to seize the time to recruit a total of 25 new students and design the entrance examination for the new students after they get on the train.
But now I have to put it aside for now and solve Rowling’s troubles before I can get busy.
Thinking of this, Zhang Mu stopped hesitating, got into the driver's seat of the vintage car and chased after the convoy.
Chapter 148 This is Magic
Not long after the explosion-proof convoy left, another convoy of camouflaged military vehicles quickly drove downstairs.
As soon as the leading car slowed down, Toby pushed the door open and jumped out of the car, striding towards the small building, but stopped in an instant.
I saw the door in front of me was half hanging on the door frame, and the steps and entrance were littered with wood debris.
"Damn it!" Toby punched the car door, "We're late!"
In the car behind him, Leon and Clay were sitting in the back seat, leaning against the window and looking out.
Because they are still "suspects" and can only stay in the car temporarily, only Ryan, who was in the driver's seat, followed down.
"Where did they take them? What should we do?"
Toby leaned against the car and thought, “I just had an argument, and the director will never bring anyone back to MI6.
The only place they can stay near London is... a military base in the suburbs."
"Then let's..."
"The other party won't let us go, but we have to try... let's go!" Toby said to himself, raising his head suddenly.
The two men got into their cars and directed the convoy to turn around and drive towards the suburbs.
……
"This place is nice."
Zhang Mu, who was driving the shadow magic, stuck his head out of the convertible and looked down at the ground, which was a military base set up deep in the woods.
He came here with the convoy.
After getting out of the car, the director led Rowling through an open space filled with tanks and military vehicles and into a two-story concrete building.
I guess they went to interrogate them.
After thinking for a while, Zhang Mu didn't rush to drive away. He parked the car outside the building, put the car back into the inventory, and followed into the building leisurely.
Unexpectedly, the director did not interrogate the two men, nor did he dare to mistreat or lynch them.
After all, we are facing the legendary "magician". Even with the confidence given by modern industry, it would be a lie to say that we are not a little panicked and nervous.
After locking the two ladies in a suite with complete living facilities, the director turned around and walked away quickly with his secretary, not knowing what he was busy with.
Zhang Mu looked at the two people's backs as they disappeared at the stairs. He didn't follow them and walked straight through the door.
"What are they going to do?" Melody glanced around the house, which was barely comfortable to live in. "They didn't ask us about the magician.
Do you intend to keep us locked up like this forever?"
Rowling was very calm. She took out the red wine from the wine cabinet, picked up two wine glasses, and sat at the round wooden table in the corner to pour the wine.
"Set up traps around our room."
"Oh my god, are they trying to capture the magic alive...your grandfather?"
"Maybe." Rowling swirled the glass and stared at the swirling wine, "Those ambitious people are easy to understand.
When you discover any power, the first thing that comes to your mind is to take control of it in your own hands.
Especially with my grandfather who lived for hundreds of years, madness is inevitable."
Melody sat down opposite her, picked up her glass and took a sip: "Will Grandpa come to save us?"
"Hey Melody, that's my grandpa, you have to call him something else!"
"We are best friends, what's yours is mine." She said with a smile.
Rolling her eyes, Rowling said, "I wonder how grandpa will rescue us."
"Do you think the trap they set will work?"
Rowling stood up and walked to the window.
In the open space outside the building, soldiers were running back and forth, pushing various weapons and what seemed to be detection equipment and instruments. They were really busy.
With the corners of her mouth slightly raised, she said with her back to Melody, “That gentleman’s courage comes not only from them, but also from my novels.
He must have felt that the magic described in the novel was the true power of a magician.
But he would never have thought that my memory was incomplete, and those magics might be the product of a combination of memories and fantasies.
I am not sure what kind of power magic has."
"If that's the case." Melody smiled as she stood up and approached the window, standing shoulder to shoulder with Rowling. "They might be in trouble."
"Yes, they have the guts to imprison my granddaughter. They will pay for it."
A familiar old man's voice sounded behind them, and the two turned around hurriedly.
Luo Lin smiled, trotted forward and took her grandfather's arm: "I guessed you were always here."
"Of course, their actions were within my expectations."
"Then, Grandpa, what are you going to do?" Rowling tilted her head and looked at his face, "After this, they may monitor me for a long time.
Oh my god, I can’t stand that kind of life.”
Dumbledore raised his white eyebrows slightly: "Would you like to settle in Hogwarts?"
"Is it okay?" Her eyes lit up.
"No problem, but before that, you can't give up your family." He smiled, "When you really want to settle down in Hogwarts, I will personally prepare a house for you.
As for the present, let's solve the small trouble first."
"Mr. Magician." Finally having the chance to interrupt, Melody quickly said, "Do you want to cast a spell?
Can I have a front row seat to watch it?"
"Well..." Dumbledore stroked his white beard, "This can be seen clearly."
After saying this, the old man suddenly disappeared.
Stunned, they hurried back to the window and scanned the surroundings for the magic that was about to appear.
As for Zhang Mu, he drank several bottles of magic potions and mental potions, flew to a height of about 200 meters above the ground, and arrived at a grassland about 3 kilometers outside the military base.
This place is the most suitable, as it allows them to clearly feel the power of the rockfall technique without harming innocent people.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Mu mobilized his magic power and activated the Rockfall Technique.
……
The director stood in the shade of a tree not far from the two-story building, squinting at the busy soldiers.
Judging from his expression, he must be feeling a little unhappy.
He didn't expect that the royal family would directly hand over the command of the Royal Guards to the fat chief, whom he used to despise the most.
Thinking that the other party might be on the way, he had to find a way to detain him.
But after all, they are royal guards, representing the Queen's face, and their own backers probably don't have the confidence to delay it for too long.
"Three days at most."
Thinking of the warning from a powerful prince on the other end of the phone a few minutes ago, the director was not willing to accept it.
Three days is not enough time. If the magician doesn't show up within three days, am I going to watch the chance to extend my life being snatched away by that fat guy who only knows how to slack off?
Yes, when the director saw the magician in the video and found that he was basically the same as described in Rowling's novel, he immediately thought of the magician's long life.
Longevity, even eternal life, is the ultimate dream of mankind, and the director is no exception.
On the contrary, he doesn't care much about the lethality of magic.
No matter how powerful it is, can it be stronger than missiles and other types of weapons?
Smiling and shaking his head, the director calmed down and continued to think about capturing the magician.
"Director!" The voice of the secretary who was commanding the soldiers suddenly came from the side, "Look! What is that?!!!"