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[HP] 05: Need to Find a Way to Delay Them
🕑 Added 2025-07-04 17:37:29 +0000 UTCLouis wasn't mistaken - this was indeed a Sharingan, and a three-tomoe one at that.
However, seeing this eyeball made Louis troubled. He had watched the anime and read the manga of "Naruto," so he naturally knew about this thing's side effects.
Non-Uchiha clan members who transplanted this would suffer burdens - using it would affect vision, consume enormous amounts of energy, and specifically consume the ninja-specific [chakra], which Louis didn't have. Moreover, once installed, the eye would turn blood red with tomoe patterns, looking terrifying. If his parents saw it, wouldn't they take him to the hospital?
However, after reading the description of this eyeball, Louis breathed a sigh of relief.
[Sharingan ATES-150 Replica]: Eliminates all side effects, cannot evolve, only possesses [Weakened Copy] and [Basic Illusion] abilities. Usage doesn't consume chakra but any energy instead (will consume mental power if no energy available). No obvious characteristics after transplantation, fool-proof installation/removal operation, no worries whatsoever.
Although he wasn't quite sure what the mysterious letters and numbers after the eyeball meant, the effects of this thing were truly amazing, especially the "no obvious characteristics" and "fool-proof transplantation operation" features.
After receiving the reward, Louis quickly pressed the eyeball against his left eye socket. The Sharingan immediately transformed into flowing light and merged with his eyeball. Louis only felt his left eye grow slightly warm without any discomfort.
Using Magic Hand to bring over a mirror and place it in front of him, his light blue pupils hadn't changed much - they were just slightly darker, appearing more profound and charming.
After confirming the transplantation was complete, Louis stared at the mirror and tried using the power of this replica Sharingan.
In the blink of an eye, another mirror appeared beside the original one, identical from frame to reflection.
Louis looked at the two mirrors and assessed his condition. Good - he felt slightly tired, but using this simple illusion fifty or sixty more times should be no problem.
Louis canceled the illusion and turned his attention to the ring.
There wasn't much to say about the ring's appearance, and its effects were beyond words.
Louis tried storing and retrieving items dozens of times, all smooth as silk. Moreover, it had some kind of forcible collection effect - anything within a ten-meter radius centered on the ring could be directly taken away, even if it was tied to a table.
The reason it was "centered on the ring" was because Louis could use Magic Hand to grab the ring and remotely collect items - absurdly convenient. If used as a magic prop, audiences could rack their brains and still not expose Louis's tricks.
However, performing in front of wizards would be somewhat inadequate, as their magic was far more wondrous than stage magic. To deceive wizards, he would need more exquisite techniques and arrangements.
"Simple magic tricks aren't enough, so let's put on a spectacular performance." Louis looked at the Dursley house across the street, which was occupied by owls, and smiled slightly.
However, for this performance to succeed, the key actors and props couldn't be allowed to escape. The Dursleys should soon be unable to tolerate the owl harassment and choose to flee to some godforsaken place.
Hagrid could find that place, but an eleven-year-old boy couldn't.
"They can't leave, or my only chance to enroll will be gone. I must delay them." Louis pondered for a long time.
What method could he use to delay them? From a child's perspective, the only option was to call the police.
But what reason could he use?
Child abuse? No, although Harry Potter's aunt and uncle were harsh to him, it hardly constituted abuse. After all, they hadn't laid hands on him, and even if police came, there would be no evidence.
Such false reporting would only bring trouble to himself.
So what should he do?
Louis frowned as he looked at the Dursley house outside the window, when those owls caught his attention again.
"Right, maybe this would be better."
Louis had an idea.
On the other side, the Dursleys soon couldn't stand the owl harassment and planned to leave Little Whinging for some deserted place.
Harry Potter naturally had a thousand reasons to be unwilling - he really wanted to go to that place called Hogwarts. From that letter, he had felt valued for the first time.
Harry Potter was squeezed against the car window by his obese cousin Dudley, and even though there was plenty of space in the back seat, Dudley still wouldn't let Harry have any room.
"This is all your fault. If it weren't for the owls that freak like you attracted, I could be playing with my friends." Dudley Dursley complained quietly in dissatisfaction.
He didn't dare speak too loudly because his doting father was currently acting like a madman, panting heavily like an angry wild boar - he didn't dare provoke Vernon Dursley in this state.
Harry Potter silently endured Dudley's bullying. More than ten years of living under someone else's roof had made him very sensible. He understood that no matter how Dudley bullied him, no one would stand up for him.
Vernon Dursley, who was even more obese than Dudley and looked like an oversized balloon, squeezed into the driver's seat while cursing. He turned around with difficulty - his massive body made this simple action very challenging.
"Listen here, boy." Vernon Dursley glared at Harry Potter, who was cowering in the corner. "Don't think about going to that freak school. Just watch - I'm taking you somewhere they'll never find you!"
Harry Potter lowered his head, appearing docile, but his hand rested on the letter in his pocket.
It was one he had secretly hidden away. He thought that under Uncle Vernon's obstruction, he might never be able to go to Hogwarts in this lifetime, but he could keep it as a memento - a memento of the only place that had ever valued him.
