Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

146: Chapter 144 The Interview Letter is Delivered, and the Vintage Car Soars Over LondonBefore dawn, Zhang Mu got out of bed but was in no hurry to drive out.

He first checked the ’World’; the merging of the academy and the Cultivation Sect was proceeding in an orderly fashion.

Next, he summoned his inventory and scanned the completed Owls stored in the slots.

There were about 2,000 of them, all completed bit by bit during the month of construction in the Other World.

In an adjacent slot lay 20 Interview Letters—notification letters for qualification.

Zhang Mu had considered that having too many people in the first batch wouldn’t be good; around 20 would be easy to control.

Once this group ’goes on winter break’ and returns home from Hogwarts with magical items, it will completely ignite a frenzy among the Western upper class.

As for the types of magical items, Zhang Mu had pondered over them for many days.

They had to be usable by ordinary people, their power couldn’t be too overwhelming, and they had to possess a significant degree of secrecy.

After all, it was an inevitable certainty that officials would seize magical items in an attempt to study them.

Thus, magical items from the Saul Continent were ruled out.

Because they required mana and Mental Energy for activation and control, and since humans on Earth had not mastered the supernatural, they clearly wouldn’t be able to use them.

After long deliberation, Zhang Mu finally decided to use Puppet Art to create baton-style staffs similar in appearance to those in the harry potter movies.

The initial functions would be the simplest apprentice-level magic.

Later, the core of the staff could be upgraded to equip higher-level magic.

While making the staffs, Zhang Mu thought he might as well create the ’Dharma Treasures’ for the Cultivation Sect at the same time to save trouble.

Since the core of every puppet had a spiritual brand he had imprinted, any attempt at disassembly would allow him to remotely trigger self-destruction, perfectly ensuring secrecy.

Thinking of this, Zhang Mu hesitated no longer. He hopped into the driver’s seat of the old car, activated invisibility, and drove toward the high skies of downtown London.

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The MI6 office building in the outskirts of London.

Last night, Toby had brought all six people back to his department’s collective office, interrogating the four who had been beaten at the house throughout the night.

Under the threat of the felony of ’leaking state secrets,’ and to prove their innocence, they one after another confessed their past grievances with Lyon and Klaisi.

Upon learning the truth of the matter, Toby gave a cold sneer.

He called the police station staff and handed over the four men along with the interrogation video.

Then he turned and walked into the small room next to the Director’s office.

Because the department was neglected, besides a collective office converted from a hall and the Director’s office, they only had one room used for afternoon naps.

There were no configurations like interrogation rooms or detention cells.

Therefore, Toby could only settle the two of them in the small room last night.

Pushing open the door, he looked at Lyon and Klaisi squeezed onto the bed.

The bloodstains on their clothes couldn’t be washed out, but their faces had been cleaned using the sink in the corner of the room.

”Hey, boys, wake up.” Toby clapped his hands together a few times.

Hearing the noise, they slowly opened their eyes, scanning the surroundings blankly for a moment. Only when they realized it wasn’t their home did they remember what happened yesterday.

Hurrying to sit up side-by-side on the edge of the bed, Lyon looked at the Owl on Toby’s shoulder and said, ”We didn’t break the law!”

”Does home invasion not count?”

”Uh...” They looked at each other and scratched their heads in silence.

Seeing that the two were a bit nervous, Toby didn’t scare them further and said with a smile, ”Just a little joke.

I’ve cleared up the details. They’ve been handed over to the police and will pay the price for their crimes.”

”Now.” Toby pulled over a chair and sat opposite the two. ”Tell me about Hogwarts.”

Hearing his words, Klaisi breathed a sigh of relief and immediately replied, ”Are you referring to the exam content? The hint we received was...”

...

”Heh heh!” Toby nervously raised a hand to interrupt. ”That was your hint; it might not necessarily be useful for me. Besides, if I obtain information through channels other than upperclassmen, there might be trouble.”

...

”It should...” Lyon frowned in thought. ”It should be fine. Our hints were also delivered by upperclassmen.”

...

”That’s hard to say.” Toby remained cautious. ”Perhaps whether one needs hints to pass the exam is a prediction of a freshman’s potential.”

”Mr. Toby, do you mean that the less help one gets from the academy, the greater their potential?”

”It’s just my personal guess.”

After saying this, the three fell silent for a moment, each looking down and thinking about something.

After a while, Toby looked up and asked, ”You’ve already passed the exam, right? Where are the Interview Letters?”

...

Speaking of this, Lyon was also a bit confused. ”When Klaisi and I decided to go to our teacher’s house, the upperclassmen left.”

”Does our assessment count as a pass or...” Klaisi’s face was full of worry.

”Coo-coo—”

A sound suddenly rang out from above. They all looked up at the same time. Two Owls had entered the room at some point and in some way, circling near the ceiling.

The three had seen this miraculous scene several times and had adapted quite a bit.

But they were as excited as if they were seeing an Owl for the first time, all because of the white envelopes held in the Owls’ beaks.

The Owls landed on their shoulders and opened their beaks, letting the envelopes drift down into their outstretched hands.

”The Interview Letter! The ticket!” Lyon glanced at the letter he tore open and started jumping for joy. ”We succeeded, Klaisi! We will be part of the first batch of freshmen entering Hogwarts and become powerful mages in the future!”

...

Klaisi, having finished reading the letter, was in the same state, tears welling up in his eyes. ”I’m finally no longer the unluckiest guy!”

Watching them shouting and screaming, Toby’s heart felt itchy; he wanted to step forward and steal a peek at the Interview Letters.

But he was afraid his actions might cause an accident in his own exam.

Just as he was hesitating to speak, the door was roughly pushed open a crack. Ryan stuck his head in and scolded dissatisfiedly, ”Keep it down! Early morning is a great time to catch up on sleep!”

”Sorry... what’s that sound?” Toby stopped mid-sentence as he heard constant exclamations from outside the building.

This was very unusual.

One must know that the MI6 office building was located in the outskirts; people were rarely seen on normal days, let alone a large crowd gathered and shouting.

Toby and Ryan jogged to the window in confusion, followed by the bewildered Lyon and Klaisi. The four of them looked down at the road together.

The wide, smooth asphalt road, usually devoid of a soul, was now packed with people.

Toby estimated that probably all the nearby residents had come out of their houses and onto the road.

It was so crowded that passing cars were forced to slam on their brakes.

Only when the four noticed the drivers getting out and looking up with the residents, mouths agape in shock, did they instinctively look up and realize the drivers must have stopped voluntarily.

In the clear sky, the sun poked its head out from the horizon, casting warm sunlight toward everyone.

It was a bit dazzling, but they all tried their best to open their eyes wide.

They were looking, gazing up—gazing up at that old car that had driven into the golden light, causing its form to blur, and then quickly drove out of the sunlight, its silhouette becoming clear.

The old car was extremely fast; in just a few minutes, it turned into a black dot on the horizon under everyone’s gaze.

Toby stared at the direction where the black dot disappeared, muttering incoherently, ”I think the Director will be very happy to hear this news.”