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Zhang Mu took a deep breath. What kind of modern version of the emperor's new clothes?
Seeing his incredulous expression, the "magician" laughed again: "You still seem to be doubting."
As he spoke, he raised his teaching staff and said, "Fireball!
"What? What did you see?"
“Well, I’d be stupid if I said I couldn’t see it. I said I saw it, but you didn’t cast any magic at all, so I naturally couldn’t cast any magic either.
Aren’t you just lying?”
What nonsense are you talking about?
The "magician" trembled with anger: "I will use the magic of Hogwarts to teach you a lesson!"
Chapter 193 Chapter 189 Amei has no extraordinary existence
When the "magician" raised his whip and staff, Kaya turned around and fled the room.
Zhang Mu sat on the wooden chair in the middle of the room, folded his arms across his chest, and stared at him with interest.
I was thinking to myself that this organization is indeed not that simple.
I had previously used my mental power to scan the surroundings and discovered a total of more than thirty rooms, twenty-five of which were filled with various high-precision detection instruments.
Some of them have not yet been announced to the public and may be confidential equipment currently in service in the military.
Obviously, it is impossible for ordinary forces to use these things for private purposes and purchase houses to set up bases in the most prosperous city center of Charles Cambridge.
What is the purpose?
While Zhang Mu was deep in thought, the expression of the "magician" holding the teaching stick and staff gradually became strange.
What's going on with this guy?
Even if you don't believe in magic, I should look nervous, right?
Neither of them spoke. Time passed by minute by minute, and the "magician" with his right hand raised felt his arm a little sore.
He calmly put down his almost exhausted arm and said in a low voice: "Very good, you passed the test..."
"Bam—"
The door was kicked open from the outside, and a man in a black suit walked in: "Idiot!
You've been cosplaying as a magician for too long, do you really think you are a magician?! "
After cursing, he looked at Zhang Mu who was sitting on the chair and said, "Little guy, leave quickly if you have nothing to do. You are not the person we are looking for."
Well?
Glancing at the "magician", Zhang Mu suddenly realized, it turned out to be an immersive cosplay. I said he made it look like the real thing.
Noticing the suit man's last words, he laughed and said, "Are you looking for a magician? Using such a childish method?"
Perhaps he misunderstood Zhang Mu's polite smile as a mockery, and his face looked a little embarrassed.
After all, in his own opinion, finding someone to pretend to be a magician and trying to attract a real magician was indeed full of idiocy.
But I'm just following orders. What else can I do even if I'm unhappy?
With a stern face, he pulled out his Foberle ID from the inside pocket of his suit and said in a threatening tone, "You will be sentenced for obstructing public service!"
No wonder Kaya and the professor were so secretive. Zhang Mu smiled brighter: "You didn't find the wrong person."
The man in the suit and the "magician" were stunned for a moment, but soon realized the meaning of the words.
Anger rose in the former's eyes: "Boy, you..."
"Hey." Zhang Mu interrupted him and greeted the "magician" who seemed to have not yet woken up from his cosplay. "You like fireball?"
"Ah? Uh?" He put his teaching stick and staff into his sleeves and rubbed his hands embarrassedly. "I really like it."
"Well then." Standing up, Zhang Mu raised his right hand, "As a token of your enthusiasm for fireball..."
Without any sound, a fireball appeared in the palm of his hand.
The two of them were instinctively confused for a moment, what was this?
The next second I came to my senses, oh, fireball.
Fireball?!
The firelight reflected in their pupils, the burning heat that came through the air, and the smiling man holding a fireball across from them almost made their breathing stop.
Did they really attract the magician?
Nervously swallowing his saliva, the man in the suit opened his mouth and hesitated to speak, and finally said: "Mr. Magician...Mr. Magician, we have no intention of defaming your identity."
"Let's ask your master to come over and talk." Holding the fire extinguisher, Zhang Mu sat back on the wooden chair. "It's an interesting plan. I'm eager to know what kind of genius came up with it."
"Please wait."
He was not mentally prepared to face the extraordinary, and was panicking about whether his mission would anger the magician. When he heard that he could leave, he turned around and rushed out the door.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Mu looked at the man huddled in his robe, "Don't you like the gift I gave you?"
"No, I, uh, I love it!"
His attitude was sincere, but his slightly trembling body beneath his robe betrayed the fear hidden in his heart.
Ye Gong was fond of dragons.
Zhang Mu was really worried that if he continued shaking he would get sick, so he waved his hand to signal him.
The "magician" ran away quickly.
After sitting alone in the room for about ten minutes, Zhang Mu's keen hearing detected the roar of a propeller overhead.
Another minute passed, and footsteps approached the door from the entrance of the base.
"咚咚-"
"Please come in."
"Click——"
An old man with a cane walked into the room with small steps, followed closely by three slightly balding middle-aged men.
The old man should be the leader.
He stretched out his free left hand: "Please forgive my impolite invitation, because my desire for magic is stronger than the roots of the tiger tail orchid."
Tiger tail orchid is a perennial herbaceous foliage plant. Because of its strong vitality and tall and upright plant, it has the meaning of firmness.
This flower is grown privately in the country, but not in large quantities.
Fortunately, Zhang Mu has read a lot of books these days and successfully understood his metaphor.
"You're not in good health."
Zhang Mu waved his hand and went to the next room. The man in a suit who was sitting and operating the scanning equipment suddenly felt empty under his butt and sat down heavily on the ground.
Looking back blankly, he saw the chair floating in the air and drifting out of the house.
"Please sit down." The chair fell behind the old man.
He turned his head and looked at the wooden chair in amazement, then said: "Amazing magic."
There was no response. Zhang Mu waited for him to sit down and said, "Okay, now tell me what you want from me?"
"What should I call you?"
"Now, you can call me Gao."
just now……
He chewed these two words over and over in his mind.
“You can call me Neo Rockefeller.
Just like I said just now, Mr. Gao." The old man put aside his confusion for a moment, leaning on his crutches, "Excuse me, what is the name of Amei's magic school?"
With an inexplicable arc on his lips, Gao said, "Amei's magic school?"
"Sir, a country with only two hundred years of history... oh, if two hundred years can be called history.
Why do you think there are magicians in a secular country with such a short history?"
The old man, and the three middle-aged men standing in a row behind him who seemed to be his sons, had their worldviews torn to pieces without any warning in this ordinary room.
Do you dare to call more than two hundred years history?
Thinking of Her Majesty the Queen who had regained her youth, the old man did not feel the slightest bit of anger at this taunt.
If one can easily live for thousands of years or even longer, then of course one would not think that two hundred years is history.
Looking at the three silent people, Gao continued, "I am not unfamiliar with the growth of your country.
If there really are magicians in this land... you'd better hope there aren't any."
The old man understood what Gao meant, as his family still had scalps passed down from their ancestors.
"Mr. Gao." After a long silence, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Where are you from?"
"Hogwarts."
"We're not going to Hogwarts, is that right?"
"That's right." Gao nodded, "The friendship between Hogwarts and the Kingdom can be traced back thousands of years."
"Magic..." His eyes were filled with desolation. "Is this God's punishment for the evil deeds of our ancestors?"
"You want to learn magic?" Gao tilted his head.
"Of course Mr. Gao, it's just..."
"You have to pay a sufficient price." Gao's tone was full of temptation, like a devil from hell who was ready to tease mortals and find some fun for his own boring and long life.
Chapter 194 Students Expelled from Hogwarts
"I... don't quite understand what you mean, Mr. Gao. You just said..." The old man clenched his hands on the crutches.
"I am indeed from Hogwarts."