Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

149: Chapter 147 designs entrance exams for new students and showcases their strength.Zhang Mu, flying over London in his old car, saw that the people on the ground, small as ants, were all holding up their phones, and he estimated that the hype was likely in place.

Perhaps the authorities would later try to hide it from the public using excuses like ”testing a new aircraft.”

Therefore, Zhang Mu released 2,000 Owls in front of all the citizens of London.

He even commanded twenty of them carrying envelopes in their beaks to perform a low-altitude glide, ensuring the citizens saw them clearly.

After flying out of the London urban area, he raised his head.

At the edge of his vision were the azure sky and the fully risen morning sun.

But Zhang Mu wasn’t looking at those; he was looking beyond his sight at the satellites orbiting Blue Star in outer space.

Although he couldn’t see them, he knew very well that there were definitely satellites focused on him right now.

With a mysterious smile, Zhang Mu activated the Shadow Technique in the driver’s seat, and his figure, along with the car, slowly vanished into mid-air.

”Hmm? An official motorcade?” Looking down at a row of military vehicles on the ground, Zhang Mu’s eyes flickered as he quickly descended.

...

”He’s gone!”

The Director, sitting in the back of the armored vehicle, turned to the secretary beside him and asked in confusion, ”Gone?

What do you mean?”

”Uh, he’s just gone.” The secretary, wearing a black bulletproof vest, tilted the tablet in his hand so the screen faced the Director. ”The car, and that... that magician.

They vanished into thin air.”

The Director snatched the tablet, pulled up the stored video, and dragged the progress bar back.

The images on the screen played back in fast motion, soon reaching the point where the car was still flying.

Watching the old car and the magician in the driver’s seat fade and become transparent like pencil marks being erased, he said with a solemn expression, ”Magic?”

”I think so.” The secretary took the tablet back and reminded him in a low voice, ”Director, do you think... Hogwarts really exists?”

”I’d love to deny it and tell you it’s just a work of fiction, but all current evidence points to the opposite answer.”

”If that’s the case...” The secretary opened his mouth as if to say something but hesitated, only speaking after a long pause. ”Now that we’re certain Hogwarts isn’t a fabrication,

should we still take Ms. Rowling into custody?

Many details in her novel match reality, such as the station entrance, the flying old car, and the Owls.

It’s very likely—highly likely—that she has some close relationship with Hogwarts or has even been there.”

”So what?” The Director crossed his arms, his expression confident. ”The most terrifying thing isn’t strength; it’s the unknown.

Are we completely ignorant of Hogwarts and magicians?”

”Uh, Mr. Director, do we understand them?”

”Since it’s certain Rowling is related to Hogwarts, it means the descriptions in her novel aren’t fantasy; they are real magicians.

Can they compete with humanity’s industrial weapons with just that magic?

Conjuring a basketball-sized rock to hit someone?

Or ’Expelliarmus’?

If a magician could make a missile falling from the sky vanish, I would give everything I have for an Interview Letter.”

Perhaps feeling his leader was right, the secretary nodded and said no more.

The speeding motorcade soon arrived downstairs at Melody’s place. Fully armed Soldiers leaped out of the opened car doors and quickly surrounded the small building.

”Breach!”

At the captain’s command, four Soldiers carrying a battering ram smashed open the building door. Soldiers rushed into the small building, occupying every corner within ten seconds.

”Scene secure. The target and another person are on the rooftop terrace.”

As the voice from the earpiece faded, the Director straightened his suit, jumped out of the car, and walked all the way to the terrace with his hands behind his back.

Rowling and Melody looked on somewhat blankly as Soldiers surrounded them and aimed the black muzzles of their guns at them.

Seeing that a leader seemed to have arrived, Rowling’s face darkened. ”Sir, do you know what you are doing?”

”I’m very sorry, Ms. Rowling.” The Director smiled. ”We have an emergency and need your assistance.

For your own safety, please do not refuse.”

Rowling wasn’t stupid; on the contrary, she was very intelligent.