Huh? There's a magic school here.

As the sunlight once again illuminated the entire castle, it was the next morning. Andres arrived early at the headmaster's office, where he was to discuss student recruitment with Professor McGonagall. Just as he entered the headmaster's office, Dobby appeared before him.

"Your Excellency, breakfast is ready. Would you like me to bring it to you, or would you like to have it in the auditorium?"

"Oh, Dobby. Please take this to the principal's office for me; I'll have my meal here."

It's well known that British food rarely receives favorable reviews, whether in the Muggle or Wizarding world. Hogwarts, however, has no shortage of money, so its food is relatively much better.

Dobby snapped his fingers, and the things on the desk vanished, replaced by a long, red tablecloth with a swirling cloud pattern, upon which neatly arranged plates lay: a bowl of oatmeal, a bread roll, a glass of orange juice, a pickled fish, several eggs, and a few slices of bacon. A silver knife was cutting butter and spreading it on the toast. It looked good; all high-protein foods, just a little lacking in nutritional balance.

Just as Andres was finishing his meal, there was a knock on the door. Andres knew Professor McGonagall had arrived.

"Professor McGonagall, please come in. You've come at just the right time! I'm having breakfast! Would you like to join me for some?"

"Thank you, Principal Andres. I already had breakfast before I came here."

"That's a lot of food. Could you please help me tidy up and bring me two cups of black tea?"

"It is Dobby's pleasure to serve you."

With another snap of his fingers, the items on the table slowly disappeared, and then reappeared on the desk, now with two cups of black tea.

“Please sit down, Professor McGonagall. We have something very important to do today; we need to select students from the admission books. Do you have any suggestions?”

"Well, I think we need about eight older students to serve as class leaders to help us maintain order among the students. As for the male and female student council presidents, we can leave them vacant for now. We can set them up next year when we have more students."

“If we’re going to make sure we get at least eight older students, we’ll have to send out at least ten letters. I’m planning to have them do a three-year program, and you know we need to fill that gap, Professor McGonagall.”

“I have no objection to that, Principal. Perhaps we can add some extra classes for them, or keep the library open for them after they graduate, welcoming them back to the school to enrich themselves within a few years.”

"There's nothing we can do about it. I plan to recruit some three-year and five-year students in the next two years so that we can form a team in three years and add people every year to help."

The Book of Admission flew over, summoned from the shelf to Andres's hands by a summoning spell. Opening it, he saw that since he left last night, the Pen of Acceptance had written hundreds more names on it. These hundreds should have received admission invitations, but the school's capacity was limited, so they could only select students from among them. As for those not selected, the younger ones would have another chance next year, while only about ten of those who were over eighteen would receive acceptance letters; the rest could only be said to be unfortunate.

“Professor McGonagall, let’s do as we agreed before. Ten older students will study for the three-year program, thirty slightly older students will study for the five-year program, and we will enroll the remaining sixty students as eleven-year-olds.”

Professor McGonagall took the admission letter and nodded. "Alright, I'll go to my office now to write the acceptance letters. Principal Andres, I think we'll need some owls to deliver mail soon."

"Okay, I'll head to the Owl Tower now. The rest is up to you."

Professor McGonagall nodded in acknowledgment and left the Headmaster's office, returning to her own Gryffindor Headmaster's office. Although Andres hadn't yet secured a dedicated office for Professor McGonagall, there was nothing he could do about it; Andres was currently penniless. His immediate priority was to go to the Owl Tower and exchange his money for those adorable, big-eyed thieves to work for him. Andres left the Headmaster's office and arrived at a staircase on the other side of the eighth floor.

"System, redeem the Owl Tower Card."

"Okay, host. Deduct 100 system points. Owl Tower Card: Hogwarts keeps a large number of owls to deliver messages for the young wizards. I think you would be willing to provide them with a home, considering how hard the little guys work. For each level the building is upgraded, the number of owls that can be kept in captivity doubles, and the owls' flight speed when delivering messages increases by 5%."

"Use the Owl Tower Card".

A sliver of white light peeked through the crack in the tower's wooden door. Andres stepped forward and pushed it open. The owl tower had no roof; this was to facilitate the owls' entry and exit for delivering messages. One side of the tower had a door leading outwards, but this door was locked. In the center of the tower was a spiral staircase leading upwards, each step with a wooden frame on which hung food and water troughs. There was also an old wooden cabinet containing cleaning tools and owl food. The surrounding walls had recesses of varying sizes, which were the owls' resting places. The larger recesses were for them to huddle together for warmth, while the smaller ones... well, some owls aren't exactly known for their good temper, are they?

After looking around the owl tower, Andres opened the system again. Owl cards cost ten points each, which didn't seem expensive, so he bought ten. After using them, ten owls of various sizes appeared in the wall space. In his previous life, Lynn was truly charmed by them. He originally wanted to buy one to keep as a pet, but then he found out that these creatures were dangerous. Keeping them as pets wasn't allowed in his country. But now it was different; he could keep them openly, and he kept more than one.

Among them, Andres saw the Western Grey Owl, the Scops Owl, the Barn Owl, the Snowy Owl, the Eagle Owl, the Little Owl with a Striped Belly, and the Ulln Owl.

Seeing these adorable creatures might leave you bewildered, but Andres, thanks to the system's prompts, recognizes them.

The healthy owl that Percy of the Weasley family kept was a horned owl, which is native to the Americas. I don't know how the Weasleys got it.

Sirius Black's messenger to Harry Potter was a barn owl. The snowy owl, needless to say, is famously portrayed as a snowy owl; the novels use a female owl, while the movies use a male. Our young master Draco Malfoy, however, needed a hawk-owl to deliver his various candies. Ron's "pig" was a little owl, while the aging Weasleyan Raoul was a urchin owl.

Andreas was happily petting this owl and that owl in the owl tower when Professor McGonagall started writing acceptance letters—a dream come true for countless children.