Huh? There's a magic school here.

Watching Stan Sampark and Ernst Pran drive away in the Knight Bus, Andres stroked his chin, wondering if he could have them fill in for Hagrid and take a freshman across the Black Lake.

That way, the young wizards will have a complete sense of school ceremony, right?

As Andres pondered these thoughts, he walked towards the principal's office. He arrived at the spiral staircase on the third floor, waved his wand, and the spiral staircase automatically ascended to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

"Dobby, give me a glass of watermelon juice, or a cup of coffee if you don't have any." Andres sat in the chair in the principal's office.

“Yes, Headmaster. Please wait a moment.” Dobby bowed slightly and replied.

A moment later, a large glass of iced watermelon juice appeared in front of Andres.

He was drinking watermelon juice, silently reciting the command to use the "Sorting Hat Card" while facing a bookshelf on the wall.

Then a hat slowly appeared on top of the bookshelf, gradually becoming real. The hat was worn out, covered in pudding, and looked a bit dirty.

However, it had a human-like face, and its mouth was opening and closing, clearly indicating it was sleeping. After looking at it, Andres decided not to disturb its sleep.

During this time, Andres has been busy with home visits. He hasn't had a moment's rest since he transmigrated. The things that so many people dreamed of in their previous lives have actually happened to him, and his thoughts began to wander.

Just as he was drinking his juice and spacing out, a rather large owl landed on his desk.

"Oh, hello postman, thank you for flying all this way to deliver this mail."

Andres stroked the owl's head and took the letter from its leg. He waved his wand, and a bag of cookies flew out from the pile of snacks.

He opened the package, pushed the cookies toward the owl, and said, "You can eat them slowly."

The owl's originally large eyes immediately curved into crescents, and it responded with a hooting sound before burying its head in its food. Andres, on the other hand, opened the letter.

"Dear Boss: First of all, I have arrived in Historic County. The large supermarket that Smith recommended is suitable for our needs."

This supermarket is owned by a long-established Scottish aristocratic family, but their heirs are planning to emigrate to the United States, so they intend to sell it.

The goods in the supermarket are sold on consignment by the merchant, so we don't need to pay for them. In addition, the supermarket is located in a somewhat remote area, so we only need £500,000 to acquire it.

The other party requires payment in full upfront. If you think the price is acceptable, I can proceed with the deal.

In addition, I also bought the fifth floor of the office building at 79 Griggs Street. I think supermarkets, trading companies and asset management companies can move here to work, which will reduce the number of management personnel and make management easier.

In addition, our situation is slightly different from what I was thinking. We need to hire more people, about five in total. That means we need a total of seven people, including the site manager and the finance director. We have already found candidates for the site manager and the finance director. I don't know if you will come to the interview with us.

Also, the supplies have already been prepared through supermarket channels, and I plan to handle them under the guise of a bulk purchase. How should I hand them over to you now?

Andres felt a surge of satisfaction as he read the lengthy letter. It seemed Catherine was already embracing her role as CEO of the new company and was quite adept at interpersonal relationships.

Because Andres had said that he had given Catherine full authority, and that she could make all the decisions on the matters in the letter without consulting him, she still reported everything in detail.

So he began to write a reply.

"Hello Catherine, I'm glad you've adapted to the job so quickly. I agree to everything you mentioned. As for the supplies, I'll assign someone to handle them, but you'll need to buy a trailer; I plan to use a container to haul the things back."

Let me know when you're ready. Also, I think the mail carrier seems to be getting bigger; are you feeding it too much?

Andres quickly wrote a reply and saw off the postman who had eaten and drunk his fill.

While Andres was busy preparing for Hogwarts, netizens on various online forums in the UK resumed their usual boasting and banter.

On a Harry Potter fan forum, someone dug up an old post.

"Hey, why did this post get buried? Where did everyone go?!" - Comment from a netizen

"Stop yelling, stop yelling, no one will pay attention to you even if you yell your lungs out." - A netizen's comment

"The prank is over, but now that you mention it, I remember someone was going to secretly film the home visit to make everyone laugh!" - A netizen's comment

"You people are so mean! Hogwarts is a child's dream, how could you shatter their dream? Send me the message, I definitely won't do what they did, I'll just laugh at them at most." - A netizen's comment

"Tch, thought you were some kind of saint? Turns out you're just like everyone else. Everyone wait a minute, I have the original poster's contact information, I'll go and follow up!" - A netizen's comment

"Hurry up, everyone's waiting here to see the show!" - A netizen commented.

"Gentlemen, wait! I'll go ask right away!" - a netizen commented, and then a scoundrel picked up the phone and called his good friend.

"Hey Drew! What are you doing? I haven't seen you out and about these past few days!"

"Me? I didn't do anything. I've just been bored at home watching TV. What, you want to go out with me?"

"Ah, of course. School starts soon, so let's find some time to catch up on our holiday homework together, otherwise Mrs. Helena won't let us off the hook. Also..."

The boy, Drew Barnetta, fell silent upon hearing this. He was fifteen years old and had just finished his first year of high school. He was supposed to finish high school with his best friend, but an unexpected turn of events occurred this summer.

He received his Hogwarts acceptance letter, initially thinking it was just a prank. He even mocked it online, planning to secretly take a picture and post it online for everyone's amusement.

Unexpectedly, a young man came to the home visit that day. This young man, who claimed to be Principal Andres, was indeed a magician, which greatly surprised him and his guardian.

Especially since his father was a physics teacher, he was completely devastated after witnessing the magic. Having taught physics for nearly twenty years, the sudden discovery of magic in the world was something no one could accept.

However, after Andres's strong persuasion, his father accepted the invitation and agreed to let him study at Hogwarts.

This excited him for days; after all, he was a die-hard Harry Potter fan! Now that he was about to start studying there, he couldn't sleep a wink for nights on end. As for the paparazzi incident, he had long since forgotten about it.

Just as his friend was about to continue, Drew spoke up as well.

"Hey, I actually have something to tell you..."