There was a brief silence in the room, and there seemed to be a hint of embarrassment in the air.

Arno sighed, and threw his wand to Megan as if he had resigned himself to his fate: "Well, it seems that I really have no talent. ”

Henry stood aside and nodded in agreement: "You really don't have talent, and a gifted child in England can't be forgotten, because I've seen some information in Hogwarts Ravenclaw's books." ”

Megan cleared her throat and said, "In a nondescript locked tower at Hogwarts that has never been visited by a student, there is an ancient book with a black dragon skin cover that has peeled off a little. Its pages are from the Big Four, which they left there when the castle was completed, and have never been touched by human fingers since. Next to it, a small silver inkwell with a long faded quill stuck in it. These are the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission, the only way Hogwarts selects its students.

No one knows what the powerful and enduring spell that makes this book and the quills act like this, and anyone in history knows about it, and he doesn't tell the secrets, no doubt because they omit the lengthy explanation of parents who are furious about their children's failure to be chosen by Hogwarts. The decision to admit the Book of Access and the Pen of Acceptance is irrevocable, and to date no student has been admitted to Hogwarts without the name of the yellowed pages of the Book of Access.

When a child first shows a talent for magic, a quill will fly out of the inkwell in an attempt to write down the child's name in the Book of Access. This quill is believed to have been plucked from a bird. Moreover, the inkwell was empty, and no one had carefully analyzed the composition of the silvery liquid that slowly flowed from the tip of the enchanted quill.

Those wizards who were fortunate enough to witness this process (some of the headmasters preferred to spend hours in the tower in silence, hoping to observe their actions) found the Pen of Acceptance to be more forgiving than the Book of Admission. The slightest sign of magic is enough to make the pen of acceptance tick. At this point, the book of access will "slam" shut, refusing to be written until it receives enough obvious evidence of magical powers.

In fact, the Book of Access is so strict for a purpose: its record of rejecting Squibs outside Hogwarts is near-perfect. Children whose parents are wizards but have no magical powers will occasionally have a faint remnant of magic that surrounds them because of their parents. But once their parents' magic no longer surrounds them, then there is no doubt that they don't have the slightest ability to cast spells. The sensitivity of the pen of acceptance, combined with the rigor of the book of access, they never made a single mistake. ”

Arnold sat in the main seat of the conference room, listening intently to what Henry had to say, until Henry finished what he had learned: "I see, that is, whether the children are gifted or not depends on a magic pen and a magic book, and they will determine whether the English child can attend Hogwarts. ”

Henry frowned in confusion: "If you want to think so, it's okay......"

Arno got up from his seat, "Well, it looks like I'm out of magic. ”

Henry's smile returned to his face: "It would be nice if you could think so. ”

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Metropolitan Police London

In a conference room inside the police station, Greg stands in front of a blackboard next to the doorway, with several black-and-white photographs pasted on it.

A few of the officers sat in their seats under the blackboard with their backs straightened.

Greg patted the blackboard in front of him and pointed to one of the photos: "You see, the criminals didn't take anything from the factory after slaughtering the overseers, only the child laborers disappeared en masse, and the missing child laborers were also found on the streets of London, and I suspect that these child laborers have been imprisoned by the gangsters." That's why I decided that the purpose of the massacre of the overseers by these gangsters should be child laborers in the factory!"

Greg picked up the water cup placed under the blackboard, took a sip of water and moistened his throat: "Our next task is to patrol around the factory in East London 24 hours a day, you must be vigilant, and always put the whistle and pistol in the most convenient place to grab! Once you find a suspicious person, the sentry warns, if the gaffe is not right, I will allow you to fire! Protect yourself from the gangsters!"

Greg paused and said in a meaningful tone: "Of course, while you are vigilant against the gangsters, you must also be vigilant against the factory supervisors and security guards, I think the smart factory owners may have realized the purpose of the gangsters, they must have their own arrangements, the next time the gangsters will not only face our police, but also face the heavily armed factory supervisors and bodyguards." ”

Greg looked at the police officers below with a gloomy face: "I know that some of you feel good intentions towards these gangsters, I am here to remind you, always remember your identity! You are the protectors of the law! You need to defend the dignity of the law at all times!"

There was a long silence in the conference room, and Greg stared at the officers below with a gloomy face, saying nothing.

And the officers below buried their heads in the air, not daring to meet Gregor's sharp and dangerous gaze.

Long

Just when the officers seemed to be driven crazy by the silence of the conference room, Greg finally spoke: "Now, remove your damn ass from your seats and go on a mission!"

The officers scrambled out of the conference room when they heard that they could finally leave the room.

Outside the conference room, an elderly police officer approached another young police officer: "You see, the incompetent roar is taking out the anger of not being able to solve the case on his subordinates today, I really can't figure out why the above would promote an orphan with no higher education to be a police sergeant!"

The young officer blinked and lowered his voice, "Sergeant Tygo, I'm wondering, could Greg be on the throne because he sacrificed his wife?"

Taggo pouted and waved his hand: "No way, I've seen his wife, that's not the kind of thing that can put Greg on the throne!Who knows, he also sold his body?"

The young police officer showed a surprised look: "You mean the chief ...... him"

Tiger motioned for the young officer to shut his mouth, and then walked quickly to Greg who came out of the conference room: "Greg, I think you've been too nervous lately, and it's not good to be impatient to solve the case, I suggest you take a good rest, and then your body will not be able to bear it." ”

Greg nodded to Tiger, with a calm face, "Thank you for your concern, Tiger!" and walked out of the police station, but the hand hidden in the pocket of his uniform was clenched tightly.