Huh? There's a magic school here.

"However, the salutation of this letter is quite interesting. It says that the Earl of Sky Isle is named Andreas Morrie, and the headmaster is not Albus Dumbledore! The Earl of Sky Isle? Never heard of him. Could he be a fraud?"

"Did you hear that, son! That Earl of Sky Island is a fraud! If you get fooled and this gets back to the school, you'll have a very difficult time from now on!"

"Don't say that. We just need to tell him where the problem lies. Trust that our child isn't stupid and will make the right judgment!"

Jeanne ignored his parents' lectures. He remembered a sentence in the letter: every night between eight and ten o'clock, an owl would appear at random times to take away the reply!

So, Ron quickly finished his dinner and rushed back to his room on the second floor to write a reply.

“Dear Professor McGonagall: I am overjoyed to receive my Hogwarts acceptance letter, but my parents don’t believe in magic! They think it’s a prank. Could you come here in person and prove to them that it’s all real…?”

Jean wrote the letter, placed it on the window, and waited quietly for the owl to arrive.

But things didn't go as planned. TripAdvisor didn't arrive that night, nor the following night, as Noah had imagined. Noah felt extremely frustrated; perhaps he had really been deceived. Maybe he had simply misread the images that day.

On the third day, Mr. Madison, who had witnessed everything, used his connections to get two tickets to the Emirates Stadium and took his son to watch a football match, hoping to cheer him up. Just as the father and son were cheering for Arsenal, an owl quietly landed on Jean-Nutrie's window, picked up the letter in its beak, and flew away.

Let's go back to the first night when we started sending out admission notices.

Dobby stood respectfully before Andres and Professor McGonagall and said, “Headmaster, Professor McGonagall, the owls delivered forty letters today, and we received twenty-five replies. We will be able to finish delivering them all by the morning after tomorrow and then begin collecting the remaining replies.”

"Alright, Dobby, leave the reply here, give me a glass of pumpkin juice, and Professor McGonagall a cup of black tea!"

"Yes, Headmaster. I will send over the replies I receive every night."

So Andreas and Professor McGonagall began their journey of replying, opening all the letters. The vast majority of the replies expressed their delight at the experience and explained that although it was a hoax, they still accepted the children's enrollment! The remaining few letters were less friendly, but they were clearly not written by the children. They were written in an adult tone, warning the pranksters to stop and not approach their children with ulterior motives!

Andres shook his head helplessly, sighed, and said to Professor McGonagall, "Professor McGonagall, it seems we'll have to make a lot of home visits to persuade them!"

“Headmaster Andres, to be honest, I’m not surprised by this. I’m used to it. It’s certainly difficult to suddenly convince Muggle families that magic exists. But once they’ve seen magic with their own eyes, it’ll be much easier. I’ve never met anyone who refused to learn magic.”

"I hope so. Then I'll trouble the professor to write a reply and arrange the time for home visits during this period. We'll split up and visit them."

"Yes, Principal Andres, is there anything else you need?"

"Oh, I almost forgot, I'll arrange your office tomorrow. Although I don't have many system points yet, I can still exchange them for a dean's office!"

“That’s great, then I’ll thank Principal Andres in advance.”

After saying that, Professor McGonagall left the principal's office. Andres, on the other hand, began to study magic. He had been able to cast spells for quite some time, but he had only truly mastered a few.

The progress is a bit behind schedule!

The following evening, at the home of Bernhard Wiggins at 101 Newark-Sherwood, Nottinghamshire, in the East Midlands of England, a group of teenagers around fourteen or fifteen years old were having a party, with one burly boy even recording it with a camera.

"Hey guys! Look here, look at me, that's it! Come on, let's draw lots. Whoever loses has to go over there and confess to the girls!"

The suggestion elicited hushed chuckles from the boys, who cursed each other for failing to confess their feelings. Meanwhile, the girls in the courtyard frequently glanced their way.

The lucky winner was Bernhard, the party's sponsor. His friends watched with excited faces as Bernhard looked utterly dejected. Everyone knew that confessing in public like that would be a disaster; they just wanted to see him embarrass himself. The burly boy with the camera said, "Hey, Bernhard, don't let us down! Show some courage! Go on, the girls are getting impatient!"

Urged on by everyone, Bernhard could only slowly shuffle towards the yard. His target was Joanna, but he was still thinking of an excuse to succeed, otherwise he'd be in for a rough time when the next semester started—he might be laughed at for a whole year!

"Who do you think Bernhard will confess his feelings to?"

"Of course it's Fini, Fini is so pretty."

"That's not necessarily true, Laura is pretty good too!"

"Oh, we get it, you like Lara~~"

"Hey, you guys are awful! We're clearly talking about Benhard right now!"

"Okay, okay, don't be nervous! We know you like Laura! But as for Benhard, he's definitely got his eye on Joanna!"

"why?"

"Because he mentioned Joanna to me several times, intentionally or unintentionally!"

"Really? When did this happen? Why didn't he mention it to me!"

"Because your mind is all on Laura! Shh, don't talk, he's about to start."

While the boys were whispering among themselves, Bernhard had already arrived in front of the girls, and the girls had already turned their attention to him as he approached, wondering what he was up to!

"Hey Joanna! I'm so glad you could come to the party. Would you like to come over there with me for a drink and a chat?"

The cunning Bernhard didn't mention confessing his feelings at all; instead, he invited Joanna to chat! This immediately drew laughter from the girls. One girl stood up, her face flushed, and before Joanna could even respond to Bernhard's invitation, the other girls pushed her forward amidst the laughter.

Just as Joanna was about to agree, an owl landed on Bernhard's shoulder. This startled the girls and Bernhard. Bernhard tried to shoo the large bird away by shaking his shoulder, but the owl gripped his clothes tightly, causing him some pain, so he stopped.

“Benhard, don’t move. This owl doesn’t seem to be going to attack you. Look, there’s a letter on its leg.”

Joanna whispered a reminder, afraid of startling the owl and it might hurt Benhard.