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This way we can try to find the right way to pass the level in the limited time left."
The one who spoke was Weino, who spoke the least during the entire argument.
But every time he stood up, the conflict would intensify, causing everyone to verbally attack the two more fiercely.
The queen raised her cloudy eyes and glanced at him expressionlessly.
After all, they are subordinates carefully trained by Prince Suleiman.
Label a group of people as "you, us" to silently divide and draw them together.
Then he would hide in the dark, and whenever the situation showed signs of easing, he would immediately speak up and add some firewood to rekindle the dying bonfire.
Ha ha.
The queen raised the corner of her mouth slightly.
Although they are considered elites among humans, they are still just elites after all. Their vision is not narrow, but it is definitely not broad.
Unable to adapt quickly to environmental changes, even dinosaurs at the top of the food chain would ultimately be just a grain of sand in the long river of history.
"You seem to be in some trouble."
A figure in a large robe appeared at the door of the reception room, and the queen smiled.
Indeed, how can there be an exam without an examiner?
"Mr. Dumbledore." The first to react was Her Majesty the Queen.
Then everyone noticed the old man at the door.
Leon, Clessie, Toby and Misha, who had met each other, stood up and greeted: "Mr. Dumbledore!"
"The old man who gave me the lollipop."
After a few seconds, the other freshmen who had only come into contact with the owl woke up and quickly stood up, following the Queen's call: "Mr. Dumbledore!"
The old man nodded in response, waved his staff, and they were pressed back into their seats by an invisible force.
Only the older queen was not moved.
She first smiled to show that she understood the other party's good intentions, then called the housekeeper to add a seat next to her and invited the old man to sit down.
Without refusing, he walked to the wooden chair and sat down under the gaze of the new students: "Little guys, are you lost in the foggy forest?"
"Mr. Dumbledore." Leon said anxiously, "You have to testify for us. I am not lying."
He thought that Mr. Magician only needed one sentence to help him clear himself of the suspicion of deception.
But the old man's answer was a little unexpected to him: "It doesn't matter."
His eyes swept across everyone's faces one by one: "The lady next to me told you that the examination allows candidates to contact and exchange information, which is correct.
But, did your Majesty the Queen say that Ang and Cressy, who have already completed the exam, must provide assistance? "
The freshman sensed that something was wrong in the atmosphere and unconsciously lowered his head to avoid the old man's gaze.
The air was a little heavy, and the Queen smiled and adjusted it: "Mr. Dumbledore, they are just a group of children after all.
If there are bad things, they can be taught.”
Smiling back, the old man said, "The chest that hides the heart is not even much thicker than the bed, but even the most profound magic of Hogwarts cannot penetrate it."
After a moment of silence, the Queen nodded: "Sir, you are right."
In a conversation that no one could understand, Dumbledore had already made his attitude clear.
Although the Queen was somewhat saddened by the extremely low passing rate of the freshmen, after all, these people had signed an agreement with the royal family.
But it was Mr. Dumbledore who made the decision, and she had no choice but to agree.
Besides, she knew in her heart that the other party was not discussing with her, but informing her.
Turning to look at the freshmen, he said calmly, "Hogwarts not only requires magical talent, but also requires willpower.
On the road of exploring magic, those who are mentally weak will eventually bring destruction, death, and even disaster upon themselves."
As he spoke, he fixed his eyes on the seemingly calm Wino and said, "We don't mind the students' backgrounds, but we don't recommend those with complicated minds to apply for Hogwarts."
Wino's breathing became heavier.
The old man stood up and said, "I must emphasize that there is no clear limit on the number of admissions to Hogwarts."
The voice was not loud, but it revealed an oppressive aura. The freshmen, who finally got to see the magician and were full of questions, did not even dare to look up.
"You still have twelve hours." After saying that, the figure covered by the wide robe disappeared on the spot.
Most of the people present had never seen such a miraculous method, so they were afraid that the magician might not have left.
But Leon and others who had seen this had the same idea.
No one dared to speak, for fear of saying something wrong and offending the mysterious Mr. Dumbledore.
Only Misha looked around and said, "Uncle Toby, why are they not arguing anymore?"
The little girl was very lovable. The Queen smiled and stood up, walked behind her and touched her head: "They are thinking about their mistakes."
"mistake?"
Thinking that she wouldn’t understand even if she explained, the Queen said nothing, raised her head and looked around at the new students: “I think Mr. Dumbledore’s words are very clear.
Another way to say "no quota" is that all 23 freshmen can be admitted, or none can be retained.
The old voice echoed in the empty reception room, striking the newborn's heart powerfully again and again.
“I can’t be eliminated!
I want to be a magician!"
A young man shouted and rushed out the door.
His panic was like the first domino to fall, and the freshmen followed him out of the room. Only the three who passed the test and Toby sat on the wooden chairs without moving.
The Queen sighed.
Without rigorous training, there is a lack of meaning.
She suppressed her chaotic thoughts and looked at Toby.
Among the new students, the Queen values him the most.
A strictly selected agent of the Super Power Bureau, although he has been wasting time in a small transparent department, his loyalty to the royal family is not a problem.
"Toby, are you confident?"
"Your Majesty." Toby lifted his butt off the chair and held his head high. "I will never let Your Majesty down!"
"You are one of the four lucky people to have your letter delivered in advance by Mr. Dumbledore.
I believe you can do it. "
"As ordered!"
Toby bowed and turned to take the test. The three people sitting quickly stood up and followed: "We will help you."
Looking at the three adults and one child walking out of the door side by side, the queen felt relieved and then called the butler.
"plum."
"Her Royal Highness the Queen."
“Go keep an eye on the freshmen other than those four.
You are about to embark on the road to madness. It’s okay to torture yourself, but you must not harm the citizens of the kingdom. "
Thinking that the target of this mission is different from the previous ones, the Queen emphasized: "I am not sure about Mr. Dumbledore's attitude.
So at most we should control them and prevent them from doing any harmful things.”
"As you command, Your Majesty."
Li, dressed in a tuxedo, backed out of the house.
Chapter 163 The Troubles of the Four-Man Group
Toby's tone of voice was full of confidence as he assured Her Majesty the Queen, and Leon and Clay's voices of clamoring for help were also loud.
Misha didn't say anything.
It’s just that Toby helped a lot and took good care of her during the exam process these few days, so naturally he had to do his part.
But that's what they said, but when it came to the real thing, several people were at a loss.
MI6.
The office of the Super Energy Bureau.
For unknown reasons, the director did not move to the new office location given by the Queen and still stays here.
Ryan was not here at the moment. He said that there were interview letters from Hogwarts, and perhaps a few more were hidden somewhere, so he was driving around Dunhuang looking for them.
Toby then brought in three chairs with casters and had the three of them sit in a circle at their workstations.
They discussed the matter for hours, but still failed to come to any effective conclusion even as darkness spread over the horizon.
Leon scratched his head in annoyance: “Clexi and I were beaten up by our high school teacher who bullied us. He is our biggest psychological shadow.
Um, Toby, when you were a kid..."
"My parents are very nice, and so are my classmates and teachers. I didn't have any unpleasant experiences."
"Are there any other regrets or things you are afraid of?"
"Well... it seems like everything I wanted was there, except for the interview letter."
Clessie shrugged: “This is the result, now what we want is the process.
Speaking of which…”
Looking at Misha, who was curled up in the chair with her legs folded, he asked, "How did you get through?"
"Misha's experience is not a reference." Toby, who accompanied the little girl throughout the city, shook his head. "She hopes to earn a salary.
Without telling her, I bought a gift for my mother on her birthday.
Because of her age, she couldn't work, so I pretended to be her parent and helped a little.