Huh? There's a magic school here.

Although Diane wrote a reply in response, she still essentially believed it was a prank or some suitor trying to amuse her in a different way.

After writing her reply, she tied the letter to the owl's leg and watched the little creature fly away. It actually felt quite magical; maybe she should buy one and keep it as a pet someday?

Just as she was feeling smug, the clock struck the hour. Oh no, she was going to be late! She quickly grabbed the paper and pen from her desk and stuffed them into her bag. She didn't notice that she had also packed her Hogwarts acceptance letter into her bag.

Eleven-year-old Jeanne Maddison was playing football in his yard, dribbling around the cones with impressive skill. It's undeniable that England has a strong football foundation; players are nurtured from a young age. Just as Jeanne finished a run and was resting, he saw an owl perched on the mailbox, staring at him with wide eyes. Seeing various small animals in the neighborhood isn't unusual, but this time was different—this owl had a letter on its leg!

He walked forward in disbelief and found that the owl did not avoid him, so he reached out to the letter on the owl's leg.

When he saw the large Hogwarts crest on the envelope, he rushed into the house.

"Mom, Mom, look! I received a letter from Hogwarts!"

"I knew it! I'm going to become a wizard! I'm going to Hogwarts!"

Mrs. Madison was ironing clothes in the house when she heard her son shouting. Thinking something had happened, she put down the iron and rushed out to check.

"Look, Mother! I received a letter from Hogwarts!" Jeanne waved the letter excitedly. Then, without waiting for Mrs. Madison's reply, he tore open the envelope himself.

“Dear Mr. Jeanno Madison: We are pleased to inform you that…”

"Mom, look! I knew I'd become a wizard! I'm going to tell George and the others, they'll be so jealous!"

Mrs. Madison looked at her excited son, took the letter from his hand, and said, "Well, son, although I don't want to say it, you should understand yourself that there is no magic in this world. This may be a prank by your teammates!"

"Alright, you've practiced enough for today. Go upstairs, take a shower, and then do your homework."

"But Mom! This letter was indeed delivered by an owl!"

"There's no 'buts' about it. Maybe it's just too hot outside and you're getting heatstroke, so you're seeing things! Anyway, there's no magic in this world. And this letter was just a joke, wasn't it?"

Just as Jean was about to argue with Mrs. Madison, she suddenly smelled something burning.

"Oh, damn it! Your dad's suit is ruined by ironing! It's all your fault, go take a shower right now!"

Mrs. Madison ignored her son's mood and hurriedly ran to the second road to look at clothes.

Jean Noël looked dejected. He still followed Mrs. Madison's advice as usual and obediently went upstairs to take a bath.

The owl in the garden waited and waited, but when it didn't let Nobita come out to mail a reply, it quietly left. It had many letters to deliver and didn't have time to wait indefinitely.

When Jeanne finished bathing, he remembered that the owl in the yard could prove his words were true. So he rushed out, only to be disappointed when the owl left.

As evening fell, Mr. Madison drove home as usual, carrying an Arsenal jersey, something his son had been clamoring for for a long time.

"Hey, son! Come here and see what Dad brought you!" Mr. Madison called out to the second floor of his house as he entered the door. But to his surprise, his son, who usually rushed over to hug him as soon as he got off work, was nowhere to be seen today.

Just then, Mrs. Madison poked her head out from the kitchen.

"Dinner will be ready soon!"

"Is Jeanne asleep?"

"No, he was in a bad mood today because of a prank, and he's sulking in bed!"

"A prank? Okay, I'll go check on him!"

Mr. Madison went upstairs to his son's room and gently knocked on the door.

"Son, may I come in? Guess what gift I brought you?"

"Come in, Dad!"

Mr. Madison opened the door and found that his son was not lying in bed, but sitting at the desk under the window with a piece of paper in his hand.

"Hey son, what's wrong? You don't seem too happy! Guess what gift Dad brought you!"

“It’s Mom, she doesn’t believe me! I clearly took the letter from the owl’s leg, but she insists that I have heatstroke and am hallucinating.”

"What letter? Are you sure you took it from an owl's leg?"

"It's an acceptance letter from Hogwarts!"

"Wait, what did you say, an acceptance letter?"

"It's Hogwarts! Hogwarts acceptance letter!"

"Oh, I see, this is the prank your mother was talking about, right?"

"That wasn't a prank, it really was delivered by an owl! Why won't you and Mom believe it!"

"Oh, okay, okay, it wasn't a prank. How about you try on this jersey first, and then you can show the letter to Dad?"

"A jersey? Oh! Thank you, Dad. I've wanted this jersey for so long. Here's the letter. I'll go try it on first."

Children will be children; a new toy and they've forgotten their earlier troubles. Mr. Madison shook his head and opened the envelope. He examined it closely; the letter was quite exquisite. First, the kraft paper envelope was rare these days, and second, the letter paper was parchment—even rarer, perhaps only found in the British Museum. He looked at the contents of the letter. Magic!? Madison stroked his chin, deep in thought.

"Dinner's ready, honey! Bring our son down for dinner!"

While Mr. Madison was reading the letter, Mrs. Madish was already downstairs informing them that it was time for dinner.

"Okay, coming right away! Let's go, son! Come downstairs for dinner. You know what will happen if you're late."

Madison brought her son downstairs to the dining table. While eating, she feigned enthusiasm, praising, "Ah, I'm so lucky to have married such a wonderful wife! This smoked fish is absolutely delicious!"

"I was completely fooled by your words!"

Watching her parents flaunt their affection, Rang Nuo quietly ate what was in her bowl.

"Alright, son, don't take that prank to heart. Your dad brought you a present, didn't he?"

"That's not a prank, Mom! It really is an acceptance letter delivered by an owl!"

“Speaking of pranks, honey, I just read that letter.”

Before Mr. Madison could finish speaking, Jean shouted again, "That's not a prank, it's real!"

"Okay, okay, that wasn't a prank. I mean, from a production standpoint, the letter actually looks quite real. First of all, kraft paper envelopes and parchment are very rare! These things are hard to come by, and the cost for a prank is too high!"

“That’s right!” Nono nodded repeatedly when he heard his father say that.