Chapter 171: An Owl Brings a Letter

The audience of Ellen’s talk show was undoubtedly fortunate. The great magician was witty and humorous, engaging in endless, quirky banter with the host, and the laughter of the entire studio rippled continuously.

Not long after, the episode aired, and this particular installment became a hit, exactly as anticipated!

Because the show had invited a rising superstar of magic, alongside their witty banter, the episode casually showcased numerous eye-catching magic tricks.

The most entertaining part was Henry Lee debating Ellen over whether he was a wizard.

Throughout the entire segment, he never directly claimed to be a wizard; he merely asked his opponent for her definition of magic, and then proceeded to perform every single one of them. In the end, the host had to admit that he indeed possessed magical powers!

Ever since the previous marketing campaign that hyped up "Henry Lee can do magic" was exposed, discussing the topic of Henry Lee performing magic was inherently controversial and potentially awkward.

Yet, Henry Lee took the initiative to peel back the scars, gracefully using a process of elimination to prove that he could replicate any scenario the host could possibly use to define magic. He let the host—and consequently the audience—draw the conclusion themselves!

This time, Henry Lee was openly and blatantly proving that he could do magic.

Moreover, he dropped numerous explicit hints throughout the show, urging everyone to "please believe it."

Yet, the more he insisted, the more convinced people were that he was just pulling their legs!

Therefore, Henry Lee had long anticipated that even if he went live and officially announced that the performances he used to do were actual magic, most of them probably still wouldn't believe it.

As for why he did this?

Naturally, it was to build hype for his next stop!

For the past few days, Henry Lee had been pondering how to portray the plots of Harry Potter, and he found that, much like the Taoist Priest of Laoshan, there were many elements that defied common sense and were difficult to rationalize, making them hard to pull off even with traditional magic.

Therefore, he decided to inoculate the audience in advance. His method was to grab the viewers by the scruff of the neck and tell them: Your Daddy really can do magic, please believe me!

And thus, he successfully made everyone disbelieve him entirely!

With that, the trip to the United Kingdom naturally reached the stage of preparation for departure.

During this period, Judy successfully negotiated and secured the copyright for filming the variety show. The author authorized them to recreate, film, and freely adapt the related content.

The negotiations went exceptionally well because J.K. Rowling happened to be a fan of Henry Lee. She had watched every single episode of his show, and upon learning that the great magician was going to film Harry Potter, she was beyond thrilled!

Thus, the agreement was reached quite logically and smoothly.

Shortly after, Henry Lee's official account posted an image—

Outside a windowsill, a plump owl held a letter in its beak.

Accompanied by the caption: "The invitation meant for me has arrived!"

The post rapidly garnered a frenzy of reposts.

For Western audiences, Harry Potter was a work of absolute familiarity. For Potterheads worldwide, the moment they saw an owl delivering a letter, they knew exactly what was about to happen.

The fans' comments section instantly erupted into a lively hub. A multitude of users from the UK welcomed him to visit Britain, eagerly anticipating his program content while reminiscing about classic scenes.

Of course, there were also a few derailed comments recommending that he try British cuisine, to which Henry Lee immediately replied underneath: "Blocked!"

He interacted with his netizens to his heart's content. In reality, his pretty little sister was not about to sit still either. She ambushed the studio alongside Judy and immediately clung to his neck, refusing to let go—

"I want to go to the UK too! Please!"

"Ple-plea-plea-please!"

Before Henry Lee could even figure out what was going on, she was already hanging onto him. He cast a helpless look at Judy, who could only shrug: "Every year there's a day of parental disaster called the start of summer break!"

"Pfft!"

"No need to be that dramatic!"

Henry Lee burst out laughing. It seemed parents in both the East and the West shared the exact same sentiment! Once the holidays hit and the little monsters returned home, they were untethered wild horses of boundless joy, but the parents were left with a splitting headache!

Chloe sat sideways on his lap, happily swinging her little legs. Regarding her mother's description, she wore an expression of utter indifference—she was dead set on going no matter what!

Henry Lee didn't have any objections.

"You just need your passport to go to the UK, right?"

"Yay!"

Chloe raised her arms in cheers.

Naturally, the UK and the US enjoyed a mutual visa exemption, requiring only a passport and flight tickets for travel.

Henry Lee didn't even need flight tickets; he had a private jet.

Judy certainly didn't oppose it; she could look after her child along the way. Recently, she had been constantly traveling everywhere with Henry Lee, which meant she had spent significantly less time with her daughter. As a mother, she naturally felt a pang of guilt.

How could Henry Lee not understand this? He readily agreed to everything. The conversation then shifted to sightseeing tours, music festivals, and road trips over there, chattering away endlessly.

"I'm going to be a proper British lady! Those little bitches at school are going to be so jealous of me!"

"Watch your language," Henry Lee reminded her.

"I didn't say the full word, I only said 'bia-tch', it's a new word!" she quibbled.

"Hahaha, enough of you!" Henry Lee pinched her tender cheeks. "Get up! Your butt is too heavy and my legs are going numb!"

"No!" She shook her head rebelliously. When she couldn't win the argument, she called for backup—"Mom! Henry Lee is bullying me! He says I have a big butt!"

"I heard."

Judy was already accustomed to this and couldn't be bothered to intervene in their bickering.

Henry Lee smiled and patted her bottom—"Get up quickly! I'll take you to get something delicious!"

"Oh? Let's go!"

Her movements became exceptionally swift the moment delicious food was mentioned. She linked her arms with his, practically walking with a spring in her step.

Handling a little girl couldn't be simpler!

...

A few more days passed, and Henry Lee's team assembled and departed.

This would be the final stop of *Henry Lee's Magical Journey*. The team arrived across the Atlantic in the UK, landing in London as their first stop.

The team felt much less pressure on this trip because language communication was completely seamless.

Although movies had joked that Americans no longer spoke English, for inherently confident Americans, who cared? Nobody understood English better than them!

After the private jet landed, Henry Lee—wearing sunglasses, a baseball cap, and a face mask in standard celebrity travel attire—held Chloe's soft little hand and walked briskly out of the terminal.

The VIP terminal was not crowded. Dedicated luxury cars, Rolls-Royces and Bentleys with distinctively British characteristics, were already waiting outside to transport these guests from afar.

Since they were in London, they naturally couldn't miss the prestigious Ritz London. There was nothing more fitting for the local ambiance than riding in a grand Rolls-Royce while taking in the British scenery.

Along the way, the frequent sight of double-decker buses, the red-painted telephone booths by the roadside, and the black cabs that hadn't changed much in decades were all novelties to this bunch of foreigners.

As they approached the city center, they could also spot a specialty of London in summer: supercars airlifted from Middle Eastern oil-producing countries, sporting their home country plates from Dubai, Kuwait, and the like, cruising ostentatiously and roaring through the streets to show off their wealth.

Finally, the motorcade arrived at the most central location, the Ritz Hotel, situated just a few hundred meters from Buckingham Palace, where dedicated personnel were already waiting to receive them.

Because the news of the great magician Henry Lee coming to London had long since become a local trending topic on the internet, countless fans were eagerly anticipating him.

Even a prestigious and aloof hotel could not refuse the arrival of such an A-list superstar, transforming instead into a flattering host.

Henry Lee's signed photo would undoubtedly be hung on the wall, becoming a piece of capital to show off to guests—a customary practice for many hotels!

As long as your prestige was grand enough, the hotel executives personally greeting him clearly reflected Henry Lee's current status as an international idol!

P.S.: Just wanted to vent a little.