117: Chapter 117 Interview Letter

Twenty-five-year-old Leon's daily life had been a bit frustrating lately.

It wasn't because of setbacks at his job at McDonald's, or arguments with parents and friends, nor had he stepped in dog poop while going out.

Rather, it was the Interview Letter he was constantly thinking about; there was still no sign of it.

Today, because another day had passed without the letter, he was in a bad mood and had swapped shifts with a colleague.

It was already afternoon, but he was still curled up in his thin quilt, unwilling to get out of bed.

“Leon, time to get up.” Klaisi, his roommate, patted the bedroom door. “With such great weather, aren't you going out for a chance encounter with a beautiful girl?”

Grabbing his phone and throwing off the quilt, he padded to the door in his slippers: “Damn it, why aren't you worried about the Interview Letter at all?”

“Hahaha.” Klaisi, having changed into a shirt and jeans and ready to hit the streets, laughed with his hands on his hips. “When have I ever been lucky?”

“There's definitely no spot for me in the Magic Academy's enrollment.”

Though he looked open-minded, Leon knew that Klaisi didn't actually care as little as he seemed.

These days, in their rented apartment, Leon often saw him tapping his phone screen frantically, trading insults with people who mocked the video he had posted.

Furthermore, he noticed that after work every day, Klaisi would head out.

After asking out of curiosity, he learned that his friend was going to that specific wall at King's Cross Station.

The reason? He was worried the wizards didn't know his address, preventing the Interview Letter from being mailed.

Leon's mindset was much calmer; he thought that if the wizard wanted to find him, it would surely be easy.

Moreover, he never argued with netizens who questioned the video's content.

In the chat room formed by the witnesses present at the time, he often spoke up, telling everyone not to fight with the people commenting on the video.

He felt that if the wizard found out they were being so rude, he would be very disappointed.

Then the Interview Letter would be even less likely to arrive.

“Don't be too pessimistic, Klaisi.” Leon patted his shoulder. “Maybe because you've been unlucky so many times, your good luck is about to arrive.”

“Knock, knock—”

Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the entrance door.

Exchanging a look, they both felt a bit puzzled.

This apartment was located in the suburbs of London; not only was it old, but it was also far from the city center.

Normally, their friends and colleagues wouldn't come all this way to visit.

Maybe they would in the future, but in the three years since they rented the apartment, no one had ever visited.

Feeling strange, they opened the door to find two strangers in black suits standing in the hallway.

“Who are you?”

“CIA.” Toby flashed his credentials, naming the agency his department was affiliated with.

Leon had heard of that famous name and gaped in shock: “CIA? Are you looking for me?”

“Yes.” Toby scanned the living room through the half-open door. “Is it convenient to come in and talk?”

“Uh, of course.” Leon stepped aside to let them in, one after the other, and closed the door.

Standing in the living room, Klaisi was a bit nervous: “Sirs, he and I have never broken the law.”

“That's right.” Toby, who had already thoroughly investigated their backgrounds, smiled gently to soothe his growing agitation.

“The purpose of our visit is related to the video Mr. Klaisi posted.”

“That's my freedom!” Mistakenly thinking posting the video was illegal, Klaisi defended himself loudly.

“Yes, it is indeed your freedom.” Ryan stepped forward, his expression stern. “Now, could you please listen to me finish?”

Before joining the subordinate department of the CIA, he had been a street patrol officer and had extensive interrogation experience.

He knew that when facing a slightly irrational Klaisi, gentle words were useless; he had to use his presence to suppress him.

It worked well, and Klaisi immediately quieted down.

Seeing this, Toby looked at Leon: “Regarding that video, can you confirm it's not a fake?”

“Also, is there any evidence?”

So they were here to verify the video's authenticity.

Realizing Klaisi hadn't broken the law, Leon unclasped his interlaced fingers: “It's real, sir.”

“Our video has many angles, which is enough to prove it's not a forgery.”

Normally, multiple camera angles would indeed serve as strong evidence.

However, when Toby submitted a report to his superior based on this, the response he received was dismissive, calling it a large-scale collective hoax.

Therefore, not getting what he wanted, Toby was somewhat disappointed and asked them to recount the process at the time instead.

Leon and Klaisi took turns, quickly finishing the account of what happened.

“Interview Letter?” Toby keenly caught the keyword.

He had watched the video countless times but hadn't noticed an Interview Letter or any similar words.

This was normal; the scene at the time was very noisy, and since everyone hadn't pointed their cameras at the wizard from the start, a lot of information was missed.

Excited by the new lead, Toby pulled Leon and Klaisi down onto the sofa: “Did the wizard explain how the Interview Letter would be mailed?”

Klaisi shook his head, indicating he hadn't.

Ryan, who was standing on the balcony overlooking the street, turned around: “Like in the movies, using an Owl?”

It was just a joke, but Toby began to think about it seriously.

It seemed it wasn't impossible.

Because outsiders were present, it wasn't convenient to discuss it with Ryan, so he kept it to himself for the time being.

After chatting with Leon and Klaisi for a bit longer, they got up to leave.

Walking down the hallway, Toby lowered his head in deep thought.

Seeing his solemn expression, Ryan was stunned: “Hey, hey, I was just joking. You don't actually believe that, do you?”

“With training, an Owl really can deliver letters!”

“Oh my god.” Ryan slapped his forehead. “So, you still believe in some bullshit wizard?”

“Dear Toby, please, stop this.”

“Instead of running around investigating a wizard who doesn't exist, why not go have a big meal of fried chicken wings?”

“You saw it just now.” Toby didn't care about his colleague's complaining. “They don't look like they have the ability to organize a large-scale hoax.”

Having believed it from the start, after close contact and questioning the two witnesses, he was even less doubtful.

At this moment, excitement welled up in his heart, and he longed to witness a wizard performing magic with his own eyes.

What exactly does magic look like?

What is mana?

And the spells, are they the same as in the movies...

Thinking of this, he frowned.

If wizards really exist, then what about the movies? How did the original author create them?

“Toby,”

“Toby?”

“Toby!”

Startled by the shout, he looked up blankly. Ryan, standing before him, was somewhat speechless: “Stop thinking about your wizard.”

“Tell me, how could a Magic Academy hide on a Blue Star surrounded by satellites?”

“Well...” Toby pinched his chin. “Like the entrance to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, Muggles can't see it.”

Ryan's mouth twitched: “Are you trying to say I'm a Muggle?”

“That's not what I meant.”

“Fine, even if what you say is true, how do you explain the novel's author?”

“Why does she know about the Magic Academy and even write spells that look the part?”

Toby's eyes lit up: “She's a wizard?!”

“At least she's related to wizards. I have to go find her!”

“I...” Ryan restrained the urge to curse and hurried to catch up with Toby, who was quickening his pace toward the elevator.