Neville's parents' situation had been perfectly resolved, fulfilling an idea Kyle had had for a long time.
Kyle himself had not paid much attention to this minor incident, but that did not mean no one else cared.
Early that morning, while Kyle was eating, he was surrounded by more than a dozen owls. Letters rained down from above, and several nearly fell into the jug of pumpkin juice.
One of the owls, perhaps too exhausted or unable to stop in time, plunged headfirst into the plate in front of Kyle with its letter, knocking over a large lump of butter in the process.
"I feel like you're a bit too dedicated." Kyle casually cleaned the butter and breadcrumbs off the owl's wings before taking the letter from its claws.
"Letters have been arriving nonstop since earlier." Kanna leaned over from beside him and asked curiously, "Did Rita Skeeter write something else?"
"Probably not." Kyle said, brushing aside Kanna's hair, which had nearly touched the butter.
"Under normal circumstances, she should still be in the forest looking for material. She wouldn't have time to publish any articles."
Still, there really were rather too many letters today.
Kyle regularly received letters from different people, but he had never received so many at once.
Nearly twenty had arrived since morning, all sent from different places.
"Where did this one come from?"
"Let me see..." Kyle lowered his head to look at the envelope.
"Yorkshire. Algie from Flowerbed Cottage."
"Who's this Algie?" Kanna asked in confusion. "Do you have a pen pal in Yorkshire too?"
"No idea." Kyle spread his hands. "I don't know this Algie at all. In fact, I don't know a single person who sent me a letter today."
"And I don't know if they arranged it beforehand, but none of