123: Chapter 123 The Magical Owl

Stepping out of Rowling's villa, Zhang Mu pulled his small scooter out of his inventory, twisted the throttle to the max, and sped back toward the city center like a bolt of lightning.

After retracting the scooter in a deserted corner, he deactivated the Shadow Technique, assumed the appearance of a white man, and found a hotel to stay in.

Entering the suite with his room card, Zhang Mu bared his teeth and rubbed his arms vigorously with both hands. "That was so damn awkward!"

To be honest, hearing an auntie more than a decade older than him call him 'Grandpa' in a tone that sounded like a spoiled child coaxing an elder, he almost died of embarrassment on the spot.

After rubbing for a long while, the goosebumps all over his body finally subsided. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he took out the two Owls and let them perch on his forearms.

"Besides Mental Energy, what else would be good to add?

Tsk, I need to deliver the letters quickly and then go find some weapons."

Since he only needed to make minor modifications and had spare parts in his inventory, he didn't need a machine tool; he could get started just by buying some power tools.

But it was late, and no shops would be open now. He placed the Owls on the nightstand and crawled into bed to sleep.

The night passed without incident.

The next morning.

After finishing his morning routine, Zhang Mu trotted down to the first-floor restaurant.

He sternly rejected the staff's recommendation of the supposedly famous London dish—Stargazy Pie—and instead ate two sandwiches before heading out of the hotel with his hands behind his back.

After asking a passerby for directions, he walked into the nearest power tool specialty shop and picked out a complete set.

Screwdrivers of all lengths, an angle grinder, a pistol drill, a cutting machine, and so on—everything was there.

After he paid, the Shop Owner, who estimated he'd made a tidy profit, enthusiastically gifted him a large toolbox and even helped arrange everything neatly inside.

He then mentioned that the toolbox was quite heavy and offered to call a car for Zhang Mu.

With a wave of his hand, he declined. Under the Shop Owner's stunned gaze, he grabbed the handle with one hand and walked out of the shop as if he were carrying a small chick.

Returning to the hotel, he considered that the piercing noise of power tools in the room would lead to angry guests blocking his door, so he summoned a portal and headed to the Silent Forest to work.

However, modifying Owl dolls in the forest was also quite troublesome.

After all, compared to humans, the hearing of magical beasts and monsters was more than just a little bit superior.

Thus, while Zhang Mu modified the Owls, he kept a wary eye on the surrounding trees.

Whenever he sensed movement, he immediately packed away the parts and tools to prevent them from being snatched by beasts.

As for himself, he was too lazy to run—and couldn't run away anyway—so he would consciously lie flat on the dry grass and let the magical beasts enjoy a hearty meal.

Once the magical beasts wandered off, he would resurrect and continue his work.

Working and resting in turns like this, he labored until evening, and the modification work was finally complete.

Just as he finished assembling the two Owls, three green-furred Wind Wolves lunged through the air. Zhang Mu, who had lost track of how many times he'd been gnawed on, lay down obediently.

Once they were full and had walked away, licking their fangs with satisfied tongues, Zhang Mu resurrected and stood up, cursing, "Damn mongrels.

Wind Wolves, huh? Once I advance to Magister, the first thing I'll do is wipe out your entire pack!"

After cursing, he took the Owls out of his inventory and controlled them to spread their wings, preparing to test them in the high altitude.

But just as they took flight, he pulled them back.

There were many flying magical beasts in the Silent Forest too; he didn't want them snatched away by a claw.

He had the two Owls perch side-by-side on his arm and connected his Mental Energy to their cores.

"Coo-coo—"

The snow-white Owl opened its beak, and a bolt of lightning blasted out, striking the target tree trunk and leaving a hole the size of a basketball.

Next, he controlled the ashen-gray Owl to release its Mental Energy, wrapping it around a withered branch on the ground as thick as an arm, making it hover in mid-air.

"Done."

Delighted, he put them away, summoned a portal back to his hotel room, and then rushed without pause toward Leon's apartment suite.

On the way, he pondered how to deliver the two interview letters.

Giving them directly definitely wouldn't work; that would make them seem too cheap.

Who cares about cheap things?

Once he obtained space-type magic items and got Hogwarts up and running, how could those powerful and wealthy people be expected to fight frantically for something cheap?

He had to engrave the concept that these interview letters were incredibly precious into their minds.

He had to make them subconsciously feel that no matter how much paper currency they had—which was backed by national credit but served merely as a symbol of value with little intrinsic worth—it could never be exchanged for an interview letter.

Only then would the 'big shots' desperately offer up their 'products' in exchange for a chance to enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

A plan slowly emerged in his mind; Zhang Mu had an idea.

...

The bright moon hung high.

An apartment building in the London suburbs, eighteenth-floor suite.

Leon and Klaisi sat on the living room sofa with dark circles under their eyes and haggard faces, both silent, a heavy atmosphere radiating from them.

Rubbing his bloodshot eyes, Leon advised in a hoarse voice, "Klaisi, go to sleep. It's been a day and a night since yesterday."

"Same to you, why don't you go to sleep?" Klaisi replied instinctively, as if he had lost his soul.

"I can't sleep." Recalling Toby's sudden visit last night, he clenched his teeth. "That bastard who should go to hell!

He scared away our Owls!"

Fury surged onto Leon's expressionless face. "If he dares to show up again, I'll definitely use my favorite baseball bat to smash his balls!"

But no matter how they cursed or made threats, the Owls had indeed left.

They hadn't even managed to scavenge a single fallen feather.

Thinking of this, Klaisi painfully gripped the fabric of his T-shirt over his chest. "Do we still have a chance?"

"I don't know," Leon's tone was bitter.

He was filled with regret—so much so that despite not eating for nearly thirty hours, he still couldn't stomach a single bite of the curry rice delivered by the courier.

He was clearly so exhausted that he felt like he could fall asleep the moment he hit the bed, yet when he closed his eyes, sleep eluded him.

The scene of him running to open the door played clearly in his mind on loop, like watching a high-definition movie.

"Why did I open that damn door!" the usually good-tempered Leon cursed.

"Coo-coo—"

What was that sound?

A strange noise reached their ears. They hurriedly stood up and scanned the living room but found nothing.

"Coo-coo—"

"On the balcony!"

Klaisi cried out, and he and Leon rushed to the balcony. Clenching their fists, they looked around for a moment and saw a flash of snow-white circling in the air outside the window.

"My Owl... no, you've returned!" Leon nearly burst into tears as he hurriedly slid open the window.

"Where's mine?!" Seeing only the white one, Klaisi shouted with a hint of panic in his heart.

The snow-white Owl flew through the window into the room and landed on Leon's shoulder, followed closely by the ashen-gray Owl, which descended onto Klaisi's shoulder.

It turned out the ashen-gray feathers weren't conspicuous in the dark, which was why he hadn't seen it despite looking for so long.

The word 'pleasant surprise' couldn't begin to describe the surge of emotion in their hearts.

Because not only were the Owls back, but each was also carrying a white envelope in its beak.

They held out their hands, and the Owls' beaks opened slightly, letting the letters flutter into their palms.

Exchanging a glance, they carefully tore open the seals, pulled out a sheet of pure white paper folded once with two fingers, and opened it.

The upper part consisted of 'text' sketched with lines they couldn't understand.

Fortunately, the lower part had a translated English version, which they read letter by letter.

They were a bit disappointed.

This wasn't an interview letter, but a notice for a test to qualify for an interview letter.

Furthermore, through the letter, they now knew how to address their 'examiners.'

"Senior, what is the content of my test?" Leon looked at his right shoulder.

"Senior, what about my test content?" Klaisi glanced at his left shoulder.