119: Chapter 119 Mr. Owl

Walking on the way home, Klaisi complained to Leon.

"You know, I go to the station every day and pray at the entrance of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, but that wizard gentleman has never shown up.

Is my prayer not devout enough, or do I not have the talent to become a wizard?"

Leon comforted him: "The wizard gentleman said that everyone is welcome to sign up, and the admission criteria are not absolutely determined by talent.

As long as we do our best, we can definitely do it."

Klaisi looked dejected: "I really hope to enroll in Hogwarts soon and then fire my greedy vampire boss.

God, he actually called me to work on the weekend!"

After saying that, he looked at his friend beside him: "Leon, how do you think the interview letter will be mailed?

Will it really be an Owl?"

Shaking his head, Leon said: "It's unlikely.

In fact, I think Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry must be a far cry from the descriptions in the novels.

Think about it, if even the shape of the school building and details like interview letters being sent by Owls were exactly the same as in the novels,

then I would have plenty of reason to suspect that the author of harry potter is also a mysterious wizard!"

Klaisi nodded in agreement.

If the novel's author really were a wizard, as a public figure, there's no reason he wouldn't have slipped up at all.

Especially since real wizards have already appeared, those CIA employees who came to question us that day would definitely look for the author and take him into custody.

Whether the CIA could catch a wizard or not, the author himself would no longer appear in the public eye.

But just a few days ago, the author of harry potter held a press conference regarding the videos circulating on the internet.

Claiming the novel is a product of fantasy, that in reality there is no Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, no wizards, and certainly no Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Asking book fans to view it rationally and not engage in overly crazy behavior.

The meaning was clear; the author also believed the video was an organized, premeditated, large-scale hoax.

And the reason Rowling held this press conference was because people were catching Owls everywhere, prying open their beaks to look for the legendary admission letters.

In the process, although they would release the Owls after finding nothing, it inevitably caused the deaths of some Owls.

And the Ying Country police department, after investigation, suspected that poachers had created and spread this rumor.

The purpose, naturally, was to cause chaos and steal Owls while the vast majority of the police force was busy stopping citizens who believed the rumors.

"But," Klaisi's face became confused, "since Rowling isn't a wizard, how did she create this novel?"

"Maybe she's seen a real wizard," Leon became inexplicably excited, "just like we did that day!"

"Hey!" Klaisi suddenly rushed toward a roadside park, "Bastard! Let go of the Owl!"

Leon instinctively looked over; in the small park woods, someone was holding a net, and the nylon mesh was covering an Owl on the ground.

The person was startled by the shout, probably thinking it was the police, and ran off after throwing the net down.

He ran very fast; by the time Klaisi and Leon rushed into the woods, the person had already disappeared among the trees.

"These idiots!" Klaisi cursed, rescuing the Owl from the net and letting it fly away. "How could an Owl raised by a wizard be caught by a crappy net!"

They called the police, and when the officers arrived, the two recounted the incident and handed over the evidence—the net—to the police.

Afterward, they made their way back to their suburban apartment.

After grabbing a quick lunch at a shop downstairs, they went upstairs, entered the house, sat on the living room sofa, and turned on the TV.

The glowing screen played a news segment, which was a replay of the press conference Rowling had held not long ago.

After it ended, a beautiful and elegant female host spoke about the increasingly rampant Owl-hunting incidents lately.

"Leon," Klaisi said with a worried face, "the video... shouldn't have been released."

"It's not your fault; the video had already spread long before you."

"Will those CIA investigators from that day come back for me because of this?" Klaisi was a little scared.

Although he wasn't the first one to upload the video, he had posted it after all. If he were prosecuted for it, the consequences would be serious.

The more steady-tempered Leon spoke to comfort him, but unfortunately, it wasn't very effective.

Deeply worried, Klaisi lost interest in watching the news and went back to his own room.

Seeing this, Leon had no choice but to return to his room and lie on his bed.

After playing on his phone for a while, drowsiness washed over him, and he drifted off to sleep.

When he woke up, he was awakened by the sunset falling on his eyes.

His nap hadn't been very good; he rubbed his bleary eyes, his head felt groggy, and his temples throbbed slightly.

"It was a dream."

Recalling the dream just now, an Owl carrying a letter had flown into the room through the window, and just as he was excitedly planning to open the letter, he woke up.

He found his phone rolled up in the quilt and took a look; it was already past five in the afternoon.

Time for dinner.

Thinking this, he stood up and stretched, preparing to go call Klaisi.

But a pair of eyes glimpsed outside the window made his raised arms suddenly stiffen.

His head slowly turned; outside the closed glass, a snow-white Owl had folded its wings and was standing on top of the air conditioner's outdoor unit, staring at him with unblinking, round eyes.

Reasonably speaking, the appearance of an Owl isn't terrifying or hideous; instead, they are quite cute and adorable.

Moreover, Leon had seen Owls before, but for some reason, the Owl outside the window gave him a very strange feeling.

It seemed to be scrutinizing him, its eyes pondering something.

Such a human-like display gave Leon a sense of oddity.

You're... you're joking, right? It's just an Owl.

Suppressing the slight panic in his heart, he took small steps toward the window.

Noticing the Owl's gaze followed his moving body, he nervously rubbed the fingers of his right hand with his left and slowly opened the window.

The apartment he rented was on the eighteenth floor; as soon as the window opened, the wind howled.

At that moment, he realized with shock that the Owl's feathers didn't sway with the wind but remained pressed tight against its body.

What was it?

A monster, a demon, a vengeful spirit?

Wait, an Owl?

His nearly collapsing consciousness finally reacted, blood rushed to his face, and Leon's lips trembled for a long time before he could ask: "Mr. Owl, do you have a letter to give me?"

However, the snow-white Owl did not magically produce a letter out of thin air.

It tilted its head, continuing to examine him, its beak slightly open as if it were smiling.

"Mr. Owl?" After waiting quietly for a while, Leon couldn't help but call out softly.

It finally made a move.

With a flap of its wings, it flew through the window and landed on his shoulder.

The sudden movement made Leon's body freeze, not daring to move, while his brain worked frantically, wondering what deeper meaning Mr. Owl's action had.

Knock, knock—

"Leon!"

Outside the door, Klaisi called out in a low voice.

He instinctively turned around, still remembering to keep his movements slow for fear of startling the Owl on his shoulder.

Before he could take a step, the door was pushed open.

Klaisi, in the hallway, had his head tilted slightly to the left, his whole body stiff as a board.

The reason for his robot-like posture was a grey-brown Owl perched on his right shoulder.