England, Fog City, Special Situation Investigation = Bureau Headquarters.
Today's special situation = the atmosphere of the bureau is unusually serious.
Jerome Joyce, the bureau chief, opened his bloodshot eyes and took a heavy puff on his pipe. The smoke passed through the throat and entered the lungs, then was slowly exhaled from the mouth and nose.
He looked up tiredly and looked at the more than ten people sitting in a U-shape in the room and said, "The purpose of calling everyone here today should be clear, right?"
"After the rise of Shinto, the god of the island nation, the second organization that existed only in legends has surfaced. Olive, please explain it in detail to everyone here."
The blond beauty in professional attire who had been quiet beside her flipped through the folder in her hand: "In response to yesterday's comments on Facebook, we screened the entire British library surveillance overnight and found that three days ago a person named Hoover S.
Searle's husband found and took away the Hogwarts invitation letter from the bookshelf in Area C on the second floor of the Leeds Library. Well, it can also be called an invitation letter."
"Afterwards, we recycled the book with the invitation letter and found out that it was a popular science book recording the history of magic. After checking the information in the book with the history of the world, we also found a simple potion configuration on the last page.
, the probability of proving that the news is true is more than 80%.”
"Sorry to interrupt." An old gentleman sitting next to Jerome, dressed in unusually exquisite clothes, asked, "Where is Mr. Cecil?"
"Missing." Jerome grabbed the pipe and took another deep puff: "In fact, before we discovered and locked the message on Facebook, Hoover Cecil had sold used cars and left us.
The scope of his jurisdiction. We have no way of knowing where he is now and what he is doing, but what is certain is that people nearby, including those in Yingjiang next to Dayang, are looking for his whereabouts."
"Just disappeared?"
"Sorry, that's the truth. Although Hoover Cecil is British, he is a bachelor. His parents also passed away a few years ago. Before that, he lived a life of muddling through every day and did not accumulate any memorable property.
"But we didn't get nothing, Olive will tell you." Jerome waved his hand, and a personal file was immediately distributed to everyone present.
"Emilia Clarke? A graduating student at Twist Drama Centre? Jerome you mean?"
"I know how anxious you gentlemen are, but asking questions all the time is taking up everyone's time. In this way, if you have any questions after Olive has finished speaking, can I answer them again?" Looking at everyone who nodded, Jie
Roma waved his hand to signal the blonde to continue.
"In fact, after Mr. Cecil's affairs were traced, we have dispatched hundreds of people and divided them into two groups. One group went to trace Mr. Cecil's traces, and the other group went to trace Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
News. I finally found news related to Hogwarts again early this morning." The blonde beauty Olive said here, pausing slightly:
"A few weeks ago, Ms. Emilia had an unpleasant experience with a friend because of the casting of a TV series. After that, she went to the Pasta Country with her best friends to relax. During the process, they met an old gentleman named Dumbledore.
, and he claims to be the Head of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"What? What about others? Did you stop them... did you tell them the specific location of the academy?"
"Gentlemen, could you pay attention to your manners?" Jerome banged the table with his pipe, with serious dissatisfaction on his face: "You interrupt other people's speeches again and again, and your manners are ruined.
Did you give it to those ladies? If you don’t want to hear it, you can leave. The door is behind you. Please remember to close it."
"Olive, keep talking."
"Yes." Olive opened the document bag and distributed two pictures to everyone again: "We contacted Ms. Emilia in the morning, and the other party was willing to cooperate with us. And after comparison, Ms. Emilia
There is a 70% chance that the invitation letter in hand is the same as Mr. Cecil’s.”
Looking at the dozen or so people in the room staring blankly at the blank parchment in the picture, Olive slightly raised the corners of her mouth and continued: "The materials are definitely the same, but the handwriting on the invitation letter was covered by magic, except
It cannot be read by anyone other than Ms. Emilia, and that is to say, by any ordinary person."
The corner of her mouth twitched, and Olive's words dispelled the bad thoughts of some people here. The parchment with magic attached to it, well, there is no way to fake it.
The people here are all the elites of England. How could they not know that being directly selected by the Magic Academy, they have basically no other way except to play the emotional card to maintain the relationship. But people are greedy. Who doesn’t want to be extraordinary? Who doesn’t want to live forever?
?Reason and selfish desires coexist and sometimes do not conflict.
"Is the news accurate? I mean, can you confirm that this Hogwarts is not caused by someone with malicious intentions?" After a long time, an old gentleman in a black suit asked with a wry smile.
"According to our research, there is a possibility of more than 90% that the matter is true. And..." Olive glanced at her bureau chief, and after getting the latter's nod of agreement, she said:
"Just in the morning, Ms. Emilia was invited to the special bureau by us, and some small tests were conducted on the magic props given to her by Dumbledore for self-defense. The results... resulted in laboratory
The explosion resulted in three people being burned by flames."
Excitement, joy, followed by trouble and anguish. Different from the obvious existence of the island country’s Shinto, the newly appeared Hogwarts is too mysterious. Now, in addition to being able to confirm that it is a real existence, the academy
The location, purpose, leader, and status in myths and legends are all unknown. They are completely blind.
But it's good, compared to other continents that are all blind, at least they in England still have Emilia Clarke as a lifeline.
"Everyone, we are now in the prelude to the beginning of a great era, and treasures are hidden in dangerous storms." Jerome knocked on his pipe and drew attention back to himself: "It is not enough to take the first step.
It means being able to have the last laugh, being cautious and at the same time seeking more and greater benefits for Britain."
"After sorting it out briefly, we have a few opinions that you can listen to. First, continue to improve the mythological database, which requires a lot of funds and manpower. Secondly, obtain more mythical items or establish a good relationship with mythical creatures.
Communication. The third is to discover more selected people like Ms. Emilia, but before that, the resources of the entire UK must be provided to Ms. Emilia. At least the convenience that can be provided cannot be lost to the Son of God.