148: Chapter 146 The Transparent Department's Comeback

"What did I say?!"

By the office window, Toby grabbed Ryan's collar with both hands and shook him frantically: "What did I tell you?!"

Wizards exist, and Hogwarts is real!"

"I believe you, I believe you, just let go of my collar first..." Being shaken until he was dizzy, Ryan grabbed Toby's hands and pulled hard, trying to pry them off.

But Toby, in his state of excitement, had hands like iron pincers clamped shut; even after prying for a long time, they didn't loosen a bit.

Toby had no intention of letting go either. He told Leon and Klaisi not to run off, then dragged Ryan as he charged into the Director's office.

"Director! Did you see that?"

The Director, who had the hairstyle of a powerful man and was a bit pot-bellied, was standing by the window with his entire upper body leaning out.

Hearing the shout, he pulled himself back in and turned to look at the two of them: "You saw it too?"

So that means I wasn't dreaming?

A car really just flew past my eyes?"

"Hey, Director!" Seeing him still in a daze, Toby urged him anxiously, "What are you standing there for? We need to take action immediately!"

The Director, who had been slacking off for a long time, clearly had a mind that had been rigid for a while.

He sat back in his chair and rubbed his bald forehead: "Uh, what kind of action should we be taking?"

Speaking of which, Toby also froze.

It was true; wizards were secretive, and from what they could see, no monitoring equipment could detect their movements.

Otherwise, there wouldn't have been zero intelligence regarding wizards for so many years.

In the end, it was Ryan whose mind worked faster.

He stared at the Owl on Toby's shoulder: "Is it really a pet raised by a wizard?"

Did you receive an interview letter?"

"First of all," Toby corrected him with a serious expression, "please address him as Senior.

And it's not an interview letter, but a written test notification to qualify for an interview letter."

"So, those two guys outside are the ones who passed the assessment?"

"Yes."

Ryan fell silent, giving himself a moment to digest this sudden influx of information.

After more than ten minutes, his spirits suddenly lifted, and he broke into a smile, rubbing his hands together in front of his chest like a fly.

"Ow... Senior, could you give me a written test notification too?"

Perhaps because his smile was too fawning, the Owl hopped toward the other side of Toby's head in disgust: "Hoo-hoo—"

"Toby, does this mean he's agreeing?"

"Even an idiot can see he's refusing."

"Don't be like that, Senior!" Ryan took a step forward, reaching out to stroke the Owl's feathers.

He naturally didn't know that Zhang Mu had installed a defense mechanism to prevent anyone from dismantling the Owl puppet.

So, just as Ryan's fingertips were about to touch the feathers, the Owl's beak suddenly opened toward him, and a bolt of lightning struck out.

*Boom—*

Fortunately, Zhang Mu hadn't intended to kill when he installed the defense mechanism, so Ryan's face was merely charred black, and his hair had turned into an afro.

He must have been dazed by the blast.

It took a good while for the three in the office to regain their senses.

Ryan first touched his face, and finding that he wasn't seriously injured, he immediately put it out of his mind: "Senior, I want to learn magic!"

Seeing his movements were too large and that he nearly touched the feathers several times, Toby hurriedly backed away a few steps: "Be careful, do you want to get struck again?!"

"Toby!" The Director, whose reaction time was a bit slow, finally slammed his hand on the desk and stood up, "Why was such a major situation only reported today?!"

"Please, Director, I've reported this several times over the past few months."

The Director frowned in recollection. It seemed that while he was slacking off during his afternoon naps, he had indeed vaguely heard words like 'wizard' and 'Owl' in a daze.

Just as he was about to ask more, the office door was pushed open, and several agents in suits filed in.

The man who walked in last was none other than the Director of MI6.

He first finished recounting the incident of a wizard driving an old car and releasing a large number of Owls in London.

Then he said, "Combined with the video from Kings Cross Station that circulated in the first half of the year, the specific sequence of events is mostly clear.

You must take action immediately and collect all the interview letters!"

"How many Owls did you say the wizard released?"

"Roughly estimated, over 1,500."

"With that number, how long do you expect the three of us to take to catch them all?

Besides, those are pets raised by a wizard. Are you sure ordinary people can catch them?"

Three people?

The MI6 Director scanned the office: "Are you the only ones in the Superpower Bureau?"

"Who else?" Ryan, with his afro, curled his lip.

His tone wasn't very good, and the MI6 Director's face darkened as he was about to reprimand him, but he was interrupted by the Owl on Toby's shoulder.

His gaze fell on the well-behaved Owl. Normally, he would have just thought it was well-trained.

But now, he naturally didn't think so.

"This Owl of yours..."

After the group had entered the room, the Director, who hadn't spoken for a while, suddenly spoke up: "This is a gift I gave him. It has nothing to do with the wizard's pets."

After glancing at him, the MI6 Director instructed his subordinates behind him: "Take him away."

A man in black stepped toward Toby, reaching out to grab his shoulders. At this, the Director rounded the desk and stepped in front of Toby in a few strides: "Director.

Although the Superpower Bureau is nominally under MI6, we take orders directly from the Royal Family. You have no right to demand anything of us, let alone take my people."

The MI6 Director stared at him silently, his expression grim. The Director didn't back down at all, meeting his gaze with a calm look.

Just as a conflict was about to erupt between the two sides, a man in black leaned close to the MI6 Director's ear and whispered.

"Someone saw the car stop at... are you sure?"

"Confirmed, there is video evidence."

"Let's go."

The group of men in black left as quickly as they had come.

Seeing this, the Director, who had just acted so tough, began to tremble in the legs: "Damn it, he's definitely going to retaliate against me."

Toby, however, was worried about another matter. He pulled out his phone and dialed Ms. Rowling's number.

Learning that Dumbledore had given her a letter not long ago, he anxiously told her to find a place to hide and that he was heading over right now.

Seeing him about to leave, Ryan hurriedly chased after him, shouting that he wanted to learn magic.

*Ring ring ring—*

The ringing landline caused the chaotic office to fall silent.

The three of them looked at the landline that hadn't rung once in years, their expressions varied.

After a moment, the urgent ringing snapped the Director out of it. He hurriedly grabbed the receiver: "He... Your Majesty!"

"Yes, alright, I understand."

After hanging up, the fear on the Director's face vanished, replaced by a confident look: "The Queen has ordered us to take full charge of investigating the flying car."

"But Director, we only have..."

"Don't worry, the Royal Guards have already been deployed, and they are under my direct command."

"Then let's go find Ms. Rowling first and protect her!"

The Director, unaware of the reason, asked in confusion: "Are you saying that the wizard and the letter-carrying Owls are from Ms. Rowling's novel..."

"It's more than that; Headmaster Dumbledore is her grandfather!"

"If those idiots from MI6 do anything out of line to Ms. Rowling, it might..."

"Then what are we waiting for?

Move out!"

The Director's portly frame was not slow at all when running. Toby followed closely behind, and Ryan also scrambled to keep up: "Toby, wait for me!

We're best friends, you have to help me put in a good word with Senior!"