I Am the Admissions Officer, Sean Wallerup

Having snapped out of the weightless struggle of the Portkey, Sean turned to look around—the mottled exterior walls were carved with reliefs, and ivy had already wrapped around the faces on the reliefs.

This is the only church in the town called Mill Town, and it's where Sean and another person meet.

"The people at Hogwarts are still as slow and indecisive as ever."

From the shadows of the outer wall, a slightly hoarse voice, tinged with impatience and disdain, rang out.

Wow, they're here pretty early...

Sean turned around with a smile and saw the other person.

He was a cold-faced wizard whose hostility toward Hogwarts was so obvious that it was clear at a glance that he was from Newmontgard.

This guy is a spitting image of Colton Sterling, though both of them are imitators of Grindelwald.

However, when it comes to imitating Grindelwald, Sean is second, and the only one who can be number one is Grindelwald himself.

The guy in front of me is not even as good as Colton Sterling back then, and he hasn't learned that arrogant, aloof but confident demeanor—his magical energy fluctuations are not as strong as Sean's a year ago.

It's important to know that, excluding factors like Obscurus, Magical Creatures, and system items, Colton's strength when he came to recruit students was comparable to Sean's current strength. The latter was the most outstanding student in Newmontgard, without a doubt.

Sean could easily defeat this person with his own strength alone, without even needing to resort to any tricks during the duel; he could simply win by exchanging beams of energy.

However, Sean just smiled and walked over.

"Sean Wallerup, a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Ravenclaw House, will be in his fifth year next year. Oh, and I'm still Prefect."

The tall, thin boy with glasses immediately became nonchalant when he heard Sean's name.

He pushed up his glasses, his tone now serious.

"Sean Wallerup? Why would Hogwarts send you to recruit students..."

Sean straightened his clothes and said with a smile, "I suggest you ask Professor Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall. Besides, didn't Mr. Grindelwald teach you about manners?"

"Morgens Daniels, Newmontgard Student Council President," Daniels raised an eyebrow, "The famous Wallerup doesn't seem to be as polite as the rumors suggest. Besides, whether Mr. Grindelwald teaches me is none of your concern."

Sean smiled happily, showing no sign of anger.

If the other party said that, then it's quite obvious that he's not a Grindelwald admirer. Otherwise, if Sean had said that, Grindelwald's die-hard fans would probably have jumped up, their faces turning bright red, filled with immense anger.

This guy named Daniels was hostile and provocative from the moment Sean appeared, but he remained calm after Sean's sarcastic remarks and even calmly retorted.

Two simple points.

First, this guy wasn't as impatient as he was when they first met. He was probably trying to provoke Sean so he could better observe Sean's personality during the subsequent admissions process and make targeted adjustments. Of course, the fact that the other party's attitude changed after Sean finished speaking proves that he's not experienced enough.

Second, this guy's worship of his cheap teacher Grindelwald is not blind. In fact, he doesn't worship Grindelwald at all. This guy may come from a Pure-blood families that has targeted Grindelwald. Even if he is unaware of it, the attitude of his elders will affect his attitude.

Sean's judgment wasn't arrogant—not to the point of believing that every student of Newmontgard should blindly worship Grindelwald. Rather, it was because the other man's attitude was inconsistent and his change of heart was too rapid. Being pragmatic is certainly a good trait, but in this competitive context, being too quick to be pragmatic exposes one's true character. A student taught by Grindelwald wouldn't reveal such an obvious flaw—if it were Sean, Sean would have maintained his arrogant and disdainful demeanor to mislead the other man.

However, Daniels and Grindelwald don't have a deep relationship, which is a good thing, because this way, Sean doesn't have to worry about saving face for Grindelwald during the admissions process.

Although Grindelwald wouldn't care about these things—in his eyes, being inferior in skill is the greatest shame.

After a quick assessment, Sean asked with his hands behind his back, "This family's new students, well, this is the first time their area has been included in the overlapping admissions area of the four schools—what about the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang?"

Daniels was a little annoyed by Sean's bossy tone, but the boy in front of him, who was still a month away from fifth grade, was definitely not someone to mess with.

Among well-informed wizards, Sean Wallerup was practically Grindelwald's only disciple. Anyone with a modicum of common sense would know that he was no ordinary guy.

He had originally intended to provoke the newly arrived Hogwarts Admissions Officer with a few words in order to judge the officer's personality, but since the person was not an ordinary student, this tactic did not work.

Thinking of this, Daniels, though his tone was cold, still explained in detail, "Those two must have been delayed at the previous place. Beauxbatons and Durmstrang departed earlier than Hogwarts and Newmontgard."

"I see, um, I understand."

Sean certainly knew the admission dates for the four schools, but he wanted to project an image of superiority.

"Let's go take a look first."

Sean's words made Daniels frown. "The four schools have already made an agreement that any new students from families whose enrollment areas overlap must be enrolled at the same time. What you're doing is breaking the rules."

Sean waved his hand dismissively. "Let's go take a look first. It's not like we're letting that kid make the decision. Besides, they're the ones who are late, what does it have to do with us? Right, Morgens?"

Daniels was a little annoyed by the other person's use of his first name, but the other person's offer was quite tempting.

Although he was confident in his rhetoric, he knew that weakening the other two opponents wouldn't be a bad deal.

And then we'll say it was this Hogwarts guy who asked to go first.

With that thought in mind, Daniels remained silent, which was tantamount to acquiescing to Sean's suggestion.

Sean chuckled inwardly. As expected, this wasn't Grindelwald had trained; they took the bait far too quickly.

This guy is definitely thinking of taking advantage of the situation and then shifting the main responsibility to Sean. But—if you agree to my suggestion, it's the same as agreeing to my leadership position.

Sean never forgot one thing: he was there to recruit new students, not to compete or scheme against the admissions officers from the other three schools.

The same four schools, but I have a voice and a leadership position among the four people, and the parents of the children must be the ones who can see this most clearly.

Then the advantages will be obvious, won't they?

As for the responsibility afterwards...

I've brought everyone back, that's the biggest achievement—let Dumbledore argue with the other headmasters, what does it have to do with me?

In fact, Sean said the same thing to the other wizards in charge of admissions at Hogwarts before he set off.

Distinguish between primary and secondary tasks, understand your own position, and just do what you're supposed to do. After all, the tall old man will take care of things afterwards.

And so, Sean and Daniels strolled leisurely toward their destination.

"Hazelnut Road, Number Sixty-Six, next to Hazelnut Bar..."

The two stood one after the other in front of an ordinary wooden house. Inside, Alizee Root should have already received four acceptance letters from four School of Magic, and was probably discussing with her parents whether it was a prank.

Sean looked around but couldn't find the doorbell, so he raised his voice a little. "Hello, is anyone home?"

The door was pushed open, and a man with a bulbous head and a red nose was warily eyeing the two people outside the courtyard.

He saw a well-dressed, handsome young man standing outside the door, with a gentle smile on his face, but exuding an extremely confident aura.

Behind the boy, a man with a calm expression and who looked older was looking at him.

Do people still bring a retinue when they go out these days?

"Who are you?" the man asked warily.

Although he was asking the question to both of them, he was actually looking at Sean.

Goal achieved... Sean smiled, "Mr. Root, hello, I am the Admissions Officer of Hogwarts, my name is Sean Wallerup, and this is Morgens Daniels —I believe your daughter has received our acceptance letter."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Root immediately adopted a rude expression.

"Listen! Don't make such a ridiculous joke about my daughter!"

Sean shrugged and looked back helplessly.

"Morgens, this is the first time I've done this kind of work. Have you encountered parents like this before?"

Daniels pursed his lips. "This is my first time too, but didn't the professor tell you anything before you came?"

"Perform a magic trick?"

"Clearly, magic can shut these Muggle up quickly."

"Then, will you let me learn?"

Daniels looked at Sean with some doubt, but he still went into the yard.

"Mr. Root, we're not joking—"

He pulled out a magic wand and waved it.

Mr. Root, who was furious, suddenly widened his eyes.

He saw that the bottles he had left in the yard suddenly came to life. The bottles wobbled and lined up in a row, then jumped up one after another, supported by their "bottle companions," gathering the remaining liquid inside into one bottle.

Finally, the half-full bottle of wine swayed toward Mr. Root like a drunkard.

"Burp—" It let out a burp, then collapsed in front of the steps, spraying the wine from the bottle opening like a drunkard vomiting uncontrollably.

Mr. Root rubbed his eyes hard; the bottle in front of him was still "S.P.E.W.."

"My God, that bottle of liquor that Old Hank sold me last night must have been made with industrial alcohol..." Mr. Root muttered.

Sean snapped his fingers; he didn't even take out his wand.

A gentle spell struck Mr. Root, and the middle-aged man immediately found that the weakness and dizziness he had suffered from a hangover had vanished.

"This... this... this is?!"

"For the sake of your family, please drink in moderation, Mr. Root," Sean said with a smile.

"Dad, have we had some guests?"

A girl poked her head out of the doorway.

Mr. Root swallowed hard, then turned to his daughter and said, "Darling, those letters seem to be real..."

In the small living room, which wasn't luxurious but wasn't cluttered either, Sean and Daniels sat down.

Just now, Sean showed off his skills in front of Alize Root again, and the little one is now so excited she can hardly contain herself.

"Oh, Mr. Wallop, Mr. Daniels, have some tea."

Mr. Root brought out two cups of black tea, which at a glance were clearly old tea that had been stored for a long time and was obviously rarely served to guests.

Daniels took the teacup but placed it on the coffee table without moving it. Sean took it, took a sip, and smiled, saying, "Thank you."

Mr. Root sat down next to his daughter, rubbed his hands together, and asked, "So, is it already decided that Alice will go to School of Magic?"

"That's the case for now. Your daughter possesses talents that many people cannot have, so going to school to learn magic is the best choice," Sean replied.

"Then I have a question—Alize received four acceptance letters, but you just said you're from Hogwarts? Does that mean the other three schools have given up on my daughter?"

Daniels' face stiffened. He then remembered that when Sean entered, he had said, "We are Hogwarts..."

What a treacherous fellow!

He immediately put on a serious face and said, "Please don't misunderstand, I come from Newmontgard, the best School of Magic in all of Europe."

"Oh—oh—I'm so sorry, Mr. Daniels," Mr. Root said awkwardly.

Sean chuckled inwardly, a slight smile playing on his lips, "Please don't be so formal. Hogwarts and Newmontgard have a good relationship. As for the other two schools, to be honest, they may have been delayed a bit too long at the last one, so I brought Daniels here to check things out first."

Daniels' face darkened, and he clenched his teeth.

They brought me here to check the situation... Their words implied that Newmontgard was a branch campus of Hogwarts.

Moreover, judging from Mr. Root's expression, he was clearly more enthusiastic about this Sean Wallerup.

That's so insidious... so insidious...

Just as he was about to speak, two people suddenly burst in.

A man and a woman walked by in a hurry, and were staring at Sean and Daniels with dissatisfaction.

"You two, isn't that a bit too much of a breach of etiquette?"

Sean shifted his crossed legs. "Before that, shouldn't you introduce yourself to Mr. Root and Alice?"

"You..." The girl from Beauxbatons glared at Sean, then put on a kind expression and introduced herself and Beauxbatons to Root and his daughter.

The cunning boy from Durmstrang did the same thing.

Sean didn't interrupt, and waited until everyone had finished introducing their respective schools before slowly saying, "Mr. Root, this is my company's private number—it's usable in the Muggle world, of course. Feel free to ask any questions; don't worry, the operators are all very professional. Also, even if Alice chooses another school, you can still use this number to ask about some things to keep in mind in the Wizarding World."

He smiled at Alize: "You too, you can call this number if you want to know anything."

Daniels gasped.

What a ruthless guy!