196: Chapter 194 The Students Expelled from Hogwarts

"I... I don't quite understand what you mean, Mr. Gao. You just said..." The old man's hands, which were resting on his cane, tightened their grip.

"I do indeed come from Hogwarts."

Gao leaned back against the chair's backrest: "An expelled student is still a student."

The situation took a sudden turn. Neo's chest heaved violently, as if he might pass out at any moment.

His son hurriedly pulled a medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out a pill, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After swallowing it with water, his wheezing, which sounded like a working bellows, finally slowly subsided.

"Apologies, Mr. Gao." After expressing his apology, Neo immediately continued the topic: "Are you willing to teach magic?"

"To me, this is no big deal, but your price will not be reduced because of that."

"Mr. Gao, even if you require my soul."

Not having any interest in his soul, Gao wore an expression of reminiscence: "I have some grievances with Hogwarts. Well... it has to start from over a thousand years ago."

Taking ten minutes, Gao told Neo a story about a student who made a mistake, was expelled, left his homeland in anger, and traveled far away.

Although there were many unreasonable points in the story, after all, it was made up on the spot, but Neo did not notice it at all.

Things that happened at "Hogwarts" over a thousand years ago; back then, even his grandfather's grandfather hadn't been born yet.

He thought that he shouldn't use his own short, worldly life experience to guess the concepts of the extraordinary world.

After listening, Neo said: "So, Mr. Gao wants to establish a magic training class on the Blue Planet?"

"After many years, my alma mater has opened its gates again. As an expelled student, it is only appropriate to send a gift."

"Mr. Gao, I don't mean to question you, but if you intend to open a training class openly in reality, Hogwarts over there..."

"Little one." Gao laughed: "For a student to be expelled, having poor grades is the smallest of possibilities."

Being called "little one" by a young man even younger than his own son, Neo didn't feel any anger in his heart.

It wasn't that he was hiding his anger.

In his eyes, beneath the young man's appearance, was a body that had experienced a thousand years.

Even if the other party called his grandfather's grandfather's grandfather a little one, he wouldn't feel there was any problem.

"What should I do?" The person in front of him was his only chance to come into contact with magic. Neo, who was almost ready to lie in his coffin, intended to give it his all.

Although failure would implicate his sons' lives, Neo felt that his sons should be able to understand their old father.

"Gather people with talent; I will train them personally."

"What does talent refer to?"

"Active Mental Energy. As for external manifestations: intelligent, fast learning speed, especially those who have achievements in physics."

"Shaye." Neo called out, turning his head.

"I'll get it done immediately!" The eldest son responded, leading his brothers to push the door open and leave.

After the door was gently closed, he said: "Mr. Gao, although my family is powerful, we still cannot decide everything in America. I will firmly carry out your instructions, but some people will stand on Hogwarts' side."

"They won't." Gao asked with a smile: "Do you want to see a shooting star?"

"A shooting star?" Neo looked dazed, not understanding the meaning.

"Tomorrow morning, at the beach, call them." After speaking, he stood up, ready to leave.

"Mr. Gao!" Neo raised his voice to stop him. After hesitating for a moment, he tentatively asked: "Are you aware of the matter regarding the Queen of Ying Country recovering her youth?"

"Hmm, what about it?"

"It's like this..." He smiled sheepishly, his eyes filled with pleading: "Do you have that kind of magic potion? I don't dare hope you will gift it to me; I can give everything I have, as long as it is something I possess."

"Hmm..." Gao studied his face, full of wrinkles and age spots: "It would indeed be troublesome if you died... Get my business handled well, and I will find you later."

"Please leave it to me, Mr. Gao!"

Neo's hands, which were leaning on his cane, forcefully propped up his decaying body. Even though walking was difficult, he still tried hard to bow and salute: "Thank you for your mercy."

Hearing no response, he looked up with some unease; Mr. Gao, who had just been standing in front of him, had already vanished without a trace.

"Magical magic..." Looking around the room, he muttered to himself.

Zhang Mu activated his Transformation Technique to change his appearance and strolled through the crowd on the commercial street.

The glass display windows of the row of shops on both sides were filled with eye-catching goods, and from time to time, beautiful girls, still thinly dressed in the middle of winter, passed by him, laughing with their companions.

Zhang Mu didn't pay attention to these; he was pondering that with the appearance of extraordinary beings in various countries, there must inevitably be exchanges and contact between them. Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense.

Regarding this point, he thought he could find time to hold an exchange tournament, with the participating sides naturally being the Cultivation Sect handymen and the Magic Apprentices.

The role of Gao in it would be the "villain."

With such a combination of moves, the extraordinary world would become flesh and blood, rather than being full of ethereal and illusory unreality.

Then, the progress of the Cultivation Sect needs to be accelerated... The trouble that Gur City is about to face must be resolved first.

Zhang Mu stopped on the sidewalk by the side of the road.

With the old guy's help, he could gather a large group of top physicists, mechanical engineering scholars, and so on, so he wouldn't need to waste time at school.

"Tomorrow, I'll go smash a fireball, and then ask Thor how the matter of finding people is going."

The next day, it was pitch black. Boston coast.

The beach, which was bustling with crowds during the day, should have been deserted before dawn, but at this moment, there were many men in black coming and going.

They were busy patrolling the surroundings to eliminate dangers, setting up defenses in key positions, and ensuring there were no blind spots in monitoring the beach.

Once everything was ready, the maids who had been waiting for a long time immediately set up sofas and tea tables on the beach and placed their master's favorite desserts on the table.

Ten minutes later, the head maid, who was standing to the side directing and wearing a Bluetooth headset, reported to the family secretary that the work had been completed.

Soon, seven or eight people walked over the sand together. Walking at the very front were three old men, with Neo in the middle, and their sons and daughters trailing a few steps behind.

"Neo." The old man on the left stood with his hands behind his back: "Is this beach the surprise you mentioned?"

"It truly is a view that makes one linger." Neo didn't mind his slightly dissatisfied tone and gazed at the calm sea, talking to himself.

Not knowing what he wanted to do, the two old men on the left and right looked at each other and didn't ask any more questions.

As people who had known each other for decades, being both friends and rivals, they knew that Neo wasn't senile yet.

Naturally, he wouldn't do something as boring as calling them to watch the sea in the early morning.

The three of them walked slowly to the sofas and sat down, while the children stood behind.

As for the exquisite snacks placed on the table, Neo, who was looking forward to the shooting star, didn't even have the mood to glance at them.

The other two, although patient enough to wait for the surprise Neo mentioned, couldn't avoid being curious, and naturally, they had no interest in paying attention to the desserts.

Time passed unstoppably, and a large sun slowly rose above the sea.

After waiting for an hour, the old man sitting on his left frowned: "How long do we have to wait?"

"Don't be impatient."

Although it was already sunrise and Mr. Gao's shooting star hadn't come yet, Neo did not suspect that he had been fooled.

The wooden chair that had floated over from the next room yesterday gave him full confidence—Gao was not a swindler; he was a true magician.