Dumbledore didn't say anything more, he gave Carl plenty of time to think.

And Carl finally understood how big the gap was between him and Dumbledore.

Sometimes, the gap between people is really bigger than between people and pigs.

Compared to Dumbledore, ordinary wizards are really no different from pigs, and he, probably between a man and a pig, is about 50 degrees away from a person at an angle of 90 degrees.

There's a long way to go.

"Professor, is there any name for this level?" asked Carl.

He wanted to incorporate this level into the magical system he was about to establish.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "No, you have to understand that from ancient times to the present, there are very few wizards who have really reached this level, and there is no communication between them......

Carl nodded, thinking that he knew that not to mention ancient times, in this era, the only wizards known to have really reached this level are Dumbledore, Voldemort and Grindelwald.

These three people don't sit down and give a name to the realm they are in, as they do at home.

As for antiquity, some people may have given this level a name, but it has also disappeared in the river of time with the passage of time.

"Carl, if you want, you can give this level a name, I don't think Tom nor Gellert would object. ”

Karl simply agreed, he had already meant it.

After thinking for a moment, he looked at Dumbledore, "Professor, what do you think of the name Transcendental?"

Transcendent and transcendent, transcendent paths.

......

"Extraordinary...... Extraordinary ......"

Carl muttered twice, and the more he spoke, the more he felt that he had a talent for making a name.

There is no doubt that Dumbledore recognized the name.

At this time, Carl felt like a mountain was looking up, but he didn't expect that he just wanted to establish a power system that belonged to him, so he first determined the top level of this system.

Unsure if there was any further possibility beyond the transcendental, he asked Dumbledore, and the old man said he didn't know.

"Maybe in a few years you'll be at my level, and you'll need to discover the way forward, Carl. Dumbledore said.

It has to be said that the time of learning is always happy and short.

In the blink of an eye, the plane had entered the airspace of the United States and other countries, and it was about to reach their destination, New York.

On the plane, Nicol and Louise, who had fallen asleep by Dumbledore's spell, gradually woke up.

The Boeing 757 flew fast, and after eight hours of flight, when the plane reached the sky over New York's JFK International Airport, the morning and dusk lines still did not catch up with it.

It was 3 p.m. local time in New York, and after a brief jolt, the plane landed on a 4,400-meter-long runway made of asphalt and concrete.

After taxiing down the runway for a while, the plane slowed down and finally docked on the VIP apron in Terminal 4 of the airport.

The hatch opened, the passenger ladder car was parked, and along the suspension ladder, Carl's family of four, along with Michael Bryce and Kincaid, stepped off the plane one after another.

As she walked, Louise said, "My dear, our business in New York has just started, our main business is currently concentrated on the West Coast, and our new home is over there, but your uncle's family is now living in Queens, and we can visit them in two days and surprise them......

"Oh, by the way, your dad and I have a little apartment on the edge of Central Park in Manhattan, and we can stay there for a few days. ”

Barely gasping for air, Louise uttered the above large paragraph.

Finally, he looked at Carl expectantly.

"What do you think of this arrangement, my dear?"

What else, it was arranged clearly, what else could Carl say.

"Listen to you, Louise. Carl said with a smile.

Louise was pleased with Carl's reaction and happily kissed him on the cheek.

At this time, Nick next to him also interjected, "Son, we also have acquaintances in the New York Federal Police Department, no matter who wants to be unfavorable to you, I and your mother's family want him to know the fate of our family!!"

A simple sentence made Nick reveal a hint of a different momentum without opinion.

At least, not the momentum of the low-level lawyer that Carl was familiar with.

Next to her, Louise looked at her husband without the slightest surprise.

Strictly speaking, Carl's adoptive mother was not a real housewife, she had her own job, she was a doctor, she was a surgeon.

In fact, you also know that in the past few years, a super-large company with a market value of more than 100 billion dollars has been built from scratch.

Although the two of them talk lightly on the surface, the hardships are not at all imaginable by ordinary people.

"Don't worry dear, we're going to fly to New York, someone is going to pick us up. Louise said again.

As soon as the words fell, behind him, Kincaid's voice rang out.

"Hey, I mean, it's not going to be them who you're talking about, are you?"

As he spoke, he pointed into the distance.

Naturally, everyone looked in the direction of Kincaid's finger.

Just when I saw a black sedan coming towards the plane.

The sedan stopped not far from the plane, and two men in black wearing sunglasses and black suits stepped out of the car.

"Two strips! That's what you call an acquaintance at the police station?"

Looking at the two black-clothed men who walked over from afar, Kincaid frowned.

As a killer, the latter is extremely sensitive to police officers and can see the identities of the two men in black at a glance.

Carl looked at Louise and then at Nick, who shook his head.

"It's not them, son, it's the people from this branch who came to pick us up. ”

As they spoke, the two of them had already come to the front of the group.

Take off your sunglasses, revealing two unremarkable faces, the kind that you can't find if you put them in a crowd.

One of them showed his ID to the crowd, "Federal Agent ......"

Then his eyes turned to the Carls.

"Mr. Cooper. The agent with the bright ID called out Nick's name.

"You know me?" Nick wondered.

"Of course we know you. The agent nodded, in a rather amiable tone.

"We know you're going to be in today, so we're here for your plane to land. ”

As he spoke, his gaze turned to Carl, who was standing beside Nick.

"In fact, we are mainly looking for your son. ”

Hearing this, Nick immediately stepped forward and stood in front of Carl, looking at the two of them with a frown.

"What do you tell me, my son is not yet an adult, and no matter how big it is, it has nothing to do with him!"

When he spoke, his tone had involuntarily become stiff.

Beside him, Dumbledore couldn't help but show a strange expression.

Seeing this, the two men in black glanced at each other helplessly.

The same man, taking a deep breath, patiently explained: "Mr. Cooper, this matter is a matter of national security, and we sincerely want to ask your son for help. ”

"Moreover, this matter also has something to do with the assassination of your son by a bounty. ”

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