144: Chapter 142 Toby's Desperate Need to Know the Exam Paper

Regarding the test content, Zhang Mu didn't overthink it, but it wasn't a snap decision either.

He thought the difficulty shouldn't be too low, and the probability of passing shouldn't be influenced by factors like power or wealth.

Otherwise, that small handful of people at the very top of Earth's human population would monopolize all the admission slots.

Furthermore, it would make them feel that the supernatural was just like everything else—unable to escape the cycle of social connections, money, and power.

If that were the case, they would become rational and view the supernatural with an objective attitude.

That wouldn't do.

If they got their wits back, how would Zhang Mu carry out his plan?

To sell a crutch to a man with healthy limbs, you have to trick him into thinking he's lame.

Therefore, Zhang Mu finally decided on something everyone possesses as the exam content—emotions and desires.

Just like the hint he gave Leon and Klaisi: overcome.

Overcome your fear, overcome your greed, overcome your humility, overcome your pride.

No matter what status an individual holds, or how much wealth and power they wield, facing these things is equally difficult.

It also reflects the transcendence of Mages and Cultivators.

Watching Leon and Klaisi, who seemed to have thought of something after a long period of deep contemplation, Zhang Mu turned and headed toward his workshop.

He needed to hurry and finish manufacturing all the puppets required.

...

Evening, MI6.

Toby sat at his workstation, the Owl squatting by the keyboard on his desk; the two "individuals" stared at each other.

"Toby." Ryan pushed off the floor with his feet, sliding over in his rolling chair, holding the letter delivered by the Owl. "No matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary letter."

"Where are your eyes? Didn't you see that line of mysterious characters?"

"Please, those are just lines even a child could draw.

If you want, I can have my nephew draw enough for a whole book for you."

Toby didn't respond.

Although he was angry that Ryan ignored the facts right in front of him, the most urgent matter now was passing the test.

Once he could conjure a fireball with his bare hands like that Mage, he believed even the Director wouldn't be able to deny the existence of Mages.

He remembered not long ago, rushing into the Director's office with the Owl on his shoulder, hoping to prove his point.

Only to be severely scolded by the Director.

"As an MI6 agent, you actually violated Kingdom law by capturing an Owl?

You idiot, release it immediately!"

Toby couldn't help but rub his face. "What exactly do I have to do for you all to believe me."

"How about letting your Senior perform some magic?" Ryan placed the letter on the desk, teasingly. "That way, I don't think anyone would doubt it anymore."

"Hoot—"

The dark Owl's eyes turned toward Ryan, its gaze somewhat unfriendly.

He instinctively shuddered and muttered under his breath, "Can't deny it, your pet is really well-trained."

"He is a Senior!" Toby immediately shouted, worried that his idiot friend would provoke the Owl and cause him to lose his candidate status.

"Alright, I've had enough." He stood up, grabbed his suit jacket and draped it over his left shoulder; the Owl immediately flew onto his other shoulder as he strode out. "I need to find a quiet place,

to think for myself what my test content is.

When I become a Mage, Ryan, I'm going to turn you into a jackass!"

Ryan, who often traded insults with him, didn't care at all. Loud laughter echoed from behind: "Then I hope it's a jackass—you know what I mean."

Toby didn't look back, raising his right hand to flip the bird as he walked all the way to the underground parking lot.

Sitting in his car, he furrowed his brows, pondering what his exam paper actually was.

Since the only clue was a letter with no beginning or end that provided no key information, he naturally thought for a long time to no avail.

"Would Ms. Rowling know something?"

He suddenly remembered the conversation during their brief meeting that night; the Mage had mentioned that Rowling had been to Hogwarts as a child.

Although her memories were sealed, since she could write harry potter, there must be some fragmented images in her mind.

Excitedly, Toby pulled out his phone and dialed Rowling's number.

Although Rowling had a family connection to the Mage and likely wouldn't need an Interview Letter to go to Hogwarts, it was better to confirm.

In case she was also a candidate, meeting her might lead to something bad.

The call was quickly connected.

"Ms. Rowling, this is Toby.

About Hogwarts, I..."

After briefly recounting the process of the Owl delivering the letter, he asked, "Did you receive one?"

After getting a negative answer, Toby requested to meet right away, and Rowling didn't refuse.

Hanging up, he sped all the way, arriving outside Rowling's villa as the sky turned pitch black.

Parking the car and ringing the doorbell, the iron gate slowly slid inward.

Toby jogged across the courtyard and into the hall.

Dressed appropriately with exquisite makeup, Ms. Rowling, just like that night, invited him to sit on the sofa before sitting down herself.

"So, tell me in detail."

"It's like this..."

After finishing, Toby looked at Rowling expectantly: "Regarding what the exam is, you..."

"I'm sorry, perhaps I once visited the recruitment process while holding my grandfather's arm.

But just as my grandfather said, to ensure my daily life, the relevant memories were all sealed by him."

Hearing this, Toby's expression showed visible disappointment, but he still asked persistently, "I long to become a Mage,

could you try harder to remember?"

Rowling glanced at the Owl perched on his shoulder and said somewhat helplessly, "Mr. Toby, I expect you to be a gentleman.

Trying to use connections to find out the exam content is not the behavior of a gentleman."

Toby froze for a moment, suddenly realizing that his act of asking Rowling was no different from sneaking into a teacher's office at night during high school to steal exam papers.

Even if Rowling revealed the information to him, would Hogwarts really admit a student of poor character?

Cold sweat broke out on Toby's forehead; while terrified, he also felt somewhat lucky.

Fortunately, Ms. Rowling didn't remember.

Standing up, he tipped his hat like a gentleman—though he wasn't wearing one, he still made the gesture: "Ms. Rowling, thank you for the reminder."

After expressing his gratitude, he was about to turn and leave when the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

It was a call from Ryan.

"What's wrong?"

"What? Two little rascals beat up their teacher?!

I'm coming over right now!"

Watching Toby, who had just hung up and was hurriedly running out of the courtyard, Ms. Rowling's calm face couldn't help but show a hint of frustration.

He said once Hogwarts reopened its gates, he would personally take me on a tour of the academy.

Now that the freshman exams have started, when will Grandfather come to get me?

Standing up, Rowling paced back and forth in the hall, unable to suppress the mess of thoughts in her heart.

After a long time, having no way to contact her grandfather, she sighed and went upstairs to her bedroom, intending to rest.

But after lying down for a while, she couldn't fall asleep.

Sitting up halfway and leaning against the headboard, she picked up her phone from the nightstand and dialed her best friend's number.

"Want to grab a drink?

Yes, now.

Alright, it is quite late. How about tomorrow morning?

It's a date then."

Putting the phone back, Rowling lay back under the covers unhappily, counting sheep with her eyes closed.

After trying for a long time, she finally drifted into a hazy sleep just as it was approaching dawn.