Connections and Capital-Infuriating, Isn't It?

As soon as Sean finished speaking, the expressions of the other three immediately turned serious.

Before setting off, they had learned a lot of relevant knowledge, and since they were all top students in their schools, they naturally understood that in the Muggle Family, the wishes of parents often influence the choices of young wizards.

Sean's actions of providing great convenience and giving parents a sense of trust are a powerful weapon. After all, the little wizard is only eleven years old. Which parent would not want to have a clear understanding of all kinds of information about the environment in which their child will be in the future?

What's even more infuriating is that Sean's method is something they can't imitate.

Each parent and their child would be assigned a personal operator, and even if the times could be staggered, it would still require a large number of staff members who understand the basics of the Wizarding World. Simply put, all the operators would have to be wizards...

Just how many Galleon does this Hogwarts kid have in his pocket?

Several people, including Daniels, felt a surge of powerlessness and anger. How could those wicked capitalists possibly intend to corrupt this beautiful Wizarding World with money?!

Of course, a touch of envy was also inevitable.

Across from Sean, Mr. Root and Alysse Rutter were clearly impressed by Sean's proposal. They knew far too little about the Wizarding World, and having such a way would make everything much easier, as it would greatly reduce the insecurity brought about by an unfamiliar world.

not to mention...

Mr. Root subtly sized up the four Admissions Officer sent by their respective School of Magic.

Ms. Nadia Yibei of Beauxbatons, with her refined features and impeccable attire, was quite patient with her daughter—however, her barging into her room without prior notice was enough to demonstrate her disrespect.

Almost as soon as Mr. Gigg Adam of Durmstrang finished speaking, Mr. Root had already excluded Durmstrang from his shortlist of potential students—they called people like him who couldn't use magic "Muggle." Although Gigg Adam maintained a sincere expression, as a seasoned veteran who had seen all sorts of people in bars for years, he could instinctively sense the impatience and contempt in the other person's bones. He didn't think his daughter would have a happy and enjoyable learning environment at such a school.

The first to arrive was Mr. Daniels from Newmontgard, who even mistook him for Mr. Wallop's attendant... It must be said that his demeanor and logically clear recruitment statement were quite outstanding and very enticing. Moreover, Newmontgard's teaching staff was probably the best among these schools. In addition, their former principal was the current president of the International Confederation of Wizards.

Although Mr. Root didn't know what the International Confederation of Wizards was, he knew it was a very powerful organization just from the name.

only...

Mr. Root looked at his daughter, Alice, whose face showed a slight trouble, but she would occasionally glance at Mr. Wallop was waiting patiently beside her.

There's no way around it; the differences are just too great.

Although these four people came from four different schools, and were even competitors, Mr. Root somehow felt that Mr. Wallop was clearly in a strong leadership position, which could be used to infer the relative levels of the schools.

Moreover, whether it's the amazing magic he displays or his calm and composed demeanor, Mr. Wallop gives the best impression.

Finally, he made that suggestion that he couldn't refuse.

According to the other party, after Alice went to school, she could only contact him through that so-called... owl...

Mr. Root found it difficult to trust a bird's speed and reliability in delivering messages.

At this point, Mr. Wallop suggested the landline he knew well, which immediately eased Mr. Root's anxiety considerably—and a school's financial resources, number of employees, and so on can reveal a lot about a school.

Daniels kept observing Mr. Root and Alice Root's expressions, and when he saw them stealing glances at Sean every now and then, he knew something was wrong.

"Ahem—" Daniels cleared his throat. "Mr. Root, Miss Alice Root, when entering the Wizarding World, a powerful and excellent elite school can provide a newcomer with unimaginable benefits. After seven years of study, the most crucial thing will be the magical abilities she has learned. In this regard, I can give you a reference."

He glanced at the other three and said calmly, "Coincidentally, our four School of Magic hold a magic Triwizard Tournament called the ' Triwizard Cup ' every five years. The best students from each school compete for this supreme honor, and the prestige of the Goblet of Triwizard Cup, you gentlemen, is undeniable, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Root looked at the other Admissions Officer. The expressions of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang visibly darkened, while Mr. Wallop, though his expression remained unchanged, did not refute him.

"Let me think—in these years of re-establishing the Triwizard Cup, Newmontgard has won almost every victory, and I believe that proves a lot."

Having said that, he slightly raised his chin, revealing the pride that belonged to Newmontgard.

Sean chuckled and turned to Alize: "May I call you Alize?"

"Yes, Mr. Wallop." The little girl nodded.

"In fact, magic is not just for fighting. You can use magic to make your life easier and travel more convenient. You can use magic to save other people's lives and do some wonderful things that you never dared to imagine before."

"Of course, powerful wizards are respected, but wizards who do not like dueling and magical contests will not be discriminated against either. It all depends on your choice."

Alize blinked, and finally whispered, "I... I don't really like fighting..."

Sean laughed, "Of course, Alize, you can fully experience the wonders of magic—and also..."

He pulled out his magic wand.

Daniels, Adam, and Yibei felt a chill run down their spines as a tremendous sense of danger washed over them. Almost instinctively, they drew their wands and retreated in unison!

Sean did nothing. He slowly put down his wand and spread his hands to the father and daughter, "You see, strength really depends on how you learn. When the new school year starts—Alize, you'll be able to experience the glory and pride of the Triwizard Cup returning to Hogwarts."

The father and daughter, Root and his daughter, exchanged surprised glances. They had no idea what had happened, only that Mr. Wallop had simply pulled out his wand, and the other three had retreated frantically as if facing a formidable enemy.

Is this younger Mr. Wallop really that strong?

Only the other three knew that they had sensed an extremely terrifying magical fluctuation in an instant. They didn't know what Sean had done, but just in case, instinctive defense was what a qualified wizard should do.

Sean chuckled inwardly. He had merely awakened the Obscurus One residing within him. Coincidentally, these people were all quite strong. If it were someone weaker, they might not have even sensed the Obscurus's powerful threat.

After the minor incident, the final outcome was no longer in doubt.

"Alize, keep your ticket safe. I'll send someone to pick you up for Hogwarts when it's time—as for Diagon Alley."

Sean, standing at the door, smiled at Mr. Root, "Sir, I think it would be better if you took your daughter to buy supplies. It would also be a good opportunity for you to experience the world of magic."

"Okay, no problem."

Mr. Root smiled and shook hands with Sean.

Having won the first battle, Sean completely ignored the gloomy expressions of the others. After arriving at the meeting point, he stretched.

"Oh—it's really not an easy job. By the way, you're going to recruit students in your respective territories next, right? See you later."

With that, he prepared to leave.

However, Daniels called out to him.

"Wallerup, we think that to avoid trouble when we gather, we should go find those new students within the same enrollment range together first."

Sean turned his head curiously. "Don't they all have their own order of arrangement? And the routes have already been adjusted. Isn't it a bit inconvenient to advance the order like this? It's quite troublesome."

Adam of Durmstrang stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "We all agree, and besides, it saves us from having to wait for people every time we gather, doesn't it?"

Beauxbatons ' Yibei nodded and even winked at Sean.

Sean raised an eyebrow, then shrugged and said, "Okay, no problem—let's go, let's head straight to the next one."

As he spoke, space distorted, and he vanished cleanly from the spot.

The other three exchanged a glance, then pulled out their wands and quickly left as well.

They had no choice but to agree. Although they hadn't discussed it, they had reached a basic understanding that they had to act together. If Sean Wallerup got ahead of them again, even if he didn't let the new families make a choice directly, given his way of doing things and his eloquence, why would the new students even glance at them who arrived later?

The right thing to do is to unite and suppress Hogwarts first. This Sean Wallerup is too scheming!

"Get out of here! I won't send my daughter to that lousy school to learn your acrobatics!"

In the courtyard of a small villa, a gentleman with a mustache is angrily rebuking an uninvited guest.

Sean and his group of four acted as a group this time. However, the family in front of them, just like Sean's father before, did not believe in the existence of magic at all, and were even preparing to call the police.

However, the other three were not troubled; in fact, they were secretly pleased.

It's perfectly normal for Muggle to not understand magic and not believe in wizards. As long as you demonstrate your true magical abilities, they will naturally believe you.

Now, at least the four of them give each other the same first impression, so Wallerup, who pretends to be a refined gentleman and has a handsome appearance, loses the advantage of making a good first impression.

This is a good thing.

Just as they were secretly pleased, they saw Sean take a step forward.

"Listen! Get away from my house!" Mr. Schroeder, Fana Schroeder's father, yelled at Sean.

These lunatics, what kind of School of Magic is this? They actually want Fana, who's about to enter a prestigious academy, to learn some bullshit magic tricks from them?!

Seeing that Sean had been thwarted before he could even utter a word, the three of them were secretly delighted.

In situations like these, the person who steps forward first leaves the worst impression.

Sean showed no sign of anger; he simply waved his wand, sending a business card flying.

"Mr. Schroeder, let me introduce myself. Wallop Medical Center is my father's business—"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Schroeder was taken aback. He subconsciously glanced at the strangely floating business card, and the gold lettering and emblem on it were indeed the mark of Wallop Medical Center.

"Your father, your father is Allen Wallerup?" he asked suspiciously.

Sean smiled. "Of course, my name is Sean Wallerup. Also, you might recall that last week when you brought your mother to our medical center for a check-up, it was my father's workday. You were a VIP at our medical center, and if I'm not mistaken, you should still have one of our VIP cards in your pocket—my father talked about you when he was at home, saying that you care a lot about your mother and thoroughly investigate even minor issues during the check-up, which he admires."

"By the way, when you bring your mother for her medical check-up today, you can show her this business card, and the staff will arrange the fastest VIP channel for you."

When Sean finished speaking, Mr. Schroeder's eyes widened.

Just as the other party said, this did happen last week, and the other party is actually the son of the largest shareholder of the largest private hospital in the England?!

Thinking about this, the floating business card no longer seemed strange; on the contrary, it looked incredibly elegant.

"Of course, this isn't a joke either. To be honest, I can understand your thoughts perfectly, haha, just like my father did back then—by the way, this is my father's private number. If you don't mind, you can chat with him."

Behind Sean, the other three were completely dumbfounded. This time, the new family had found its way to this damned capitalist's VIP client?!

After Mr. Schroeder and Mr. Wallop had a pleasant conversation, the admissions process didn't even give the other three a chance to speak.

"Sean, when Fana goes to Hogwarts, you must help take care of her."

"Don't worry, Uncle Schroeder, this is simply my duty. Oh, by the way, we're having a simple banquet at home in a week, and we've invited distinguished gentlemen like yourself. I wonder if the Wallop family would have the honor of welcoming you?"

"Of course, Sean."

"That would be wonderful! Please accept the formal invitation then."

"Haha, this is exactly what I've been waiting for."

Schroeder excitedly shook hands with Sean. It was already incredible that his family had produced a wizard, but he had also unexpectedly gotten on the good side of the Wallop family.

When Sean smiled and said goodbye to the Schroeder family, the other three were speechless.

It's just student recruitment, why are you calling me "uncle" after just one phone call?

Do you want us to be invisible?

Sean chuckled to himself. He had long since memorized the students' family information, and Wallop Medical Center possessed the most comprehensive personal data. His own father also knew the highest echelons of the England elite. If you were close to England, then sorry, it would be incredibly easy for me to make connections.

This is what connections and capital are all about. Isn't it infuriating?