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[HP] 03: Case Solved - I Am Indeed a Muggle
🕑 Added 2025-07-04 17:35:54 +0000 UTCThroughout the entire summer vacation, Louis had been waiting for the owl's arrival.
Of course, during this process he acted like a normal child, following his parents' arrangements, choosing schools, preparing school uniforms, and performing everywhere by the way...
The last part was a family tradition - magicians, after all, who wouldn't look forward to performing? Moreover, Louis now possessed the Trickster System, so every magic performance was essentially a scam with a sizable audience. Over these days, he had earned 620 Trick Points.
Louis saved up these points, planning to do a ten-draw pull.
Whether ten-draw pulls had bonuses was another matter - ten-draws were the faith of mobile game players!
Although the harvest was quite fruitful, what Louis looked forward to most each day was still hoping to find that letter addressed to Mr. Louis John Wilson in the mailbox.
However, for a long time, Louis never received that letter that should have arrived long ago, which made him increasingly worried and even affected his mood.
Mrs. Wilson quickly noticed this. That afternoon, she walked into Louis's room carrying milk and pastries.
"Dear, would you like some pastries and milk?" she asked with concern.
"Thank you, Mom, I was just needing some." Louis, who had been staring at the Dursley house, turned around and forced a smile at his mother.
"Is there something troubling you? You seem to be in a bad mood lately." Mrs. Wilson asked.
"Not really, I just haven't been sleeping well lately." Louis said offhandedly.
"I see," Mrs. Wilson naturally didn't believe this, but being understanding, she didn't say much more and set down the milk and pastries. "Have something to eat and rest a bit."
"Alright." Louis watched his mother leave, not even caring that the system hadn't given feedback on his clumsy lie just now.
Such words naturally couldn't fool close family members, but family was family - occasional trivial lies didn't matter much. In comparison, the problem Louis was currently facing was much more serious.
Today was July 13th. The damn summer vacation was more than half over, yet he still hadn't received a letter delivered by owl.
In contrast, Louis had already seen the third wave of owls coming to deliver letters to Harry Potter.
This was ridiculous!
Louis had a vague suspicion, but he didn't want to admit this embarrassing fact. With the last dignity of a transmigrator, he wanted to confirm it.
If he was going to die, he wanted to die understanding the truth.
The next day, Louis told his parents early in the morning that he was going out to play. The Wilsons, who had always been very reassured about Louis, didn't mind and let him go out.
Naturally, Louis's outing wasn't aimless - he had prepared enough money and headed toward his destination.
And his destination was Charing Cross Road, the legendary location of the Leaky Cauldron.
The Leaky Cauldron, hailed as where dreams begin - before entering Hogwarts, all students needed to pass through here to reach Diagon Alley to purchase school supplies. So this place was the entrance to the magical world.
But when Louis arrived at the bustling Charing Cross Road, although he had anticipated it, when the truth was laid bare before him, he still found it somewhat hard to accept.
The busy street with its constant flow of people had no sign hanging with a broken cauldron, nor were there oddly dressed wizards entering and exiting through a shabby little door.
There was no place called the Leaky Cauldron here, or rather, there was, but Louis couldn't see it.
Because he was a Muggle.
Muggle was the term used in the Harry Potter world for ordinary people without magical talent. Although it carried no discriminatory meaning, the very existence of this word was itself discrimination.
Even with Harry Potter's existence, Louis was beginning to doubt whether this was really the Harry Potter world at all - otherwise, there was no reason why he, a dignified transmigrator, would be so embarrassingly just a Muggle.
He seemed to hear a mocking voice jeering in his ear: "No way, no way, there's no way a transmigrator could really be a Muggle, right?"
Damn it! This life was unbearable!
Just as he didn't know who he was angry at, a father and daughter passed by him. They were talking to each other, and although they had lowered their voices, it still didn't escape Louis's ears.
"Incredible, all of that was actually real. But do they really have to brew those disgusting things into potions and drink them?" This was the father's voice.
"That's called Potions, it's related to magic. Um, but as raw materials, they are indeed quite disgusting." The little girl said.
Oh, a young witch from a Muggle family.
Louis looked over curiously and saw a man holding a pile of things in his right hand while his left hand held a girl with brown, naturally curly long hair as they walked forward.
Louis thought for a moment, then walked over and blocked the path of this father and daughter pair. His gaze lingered on the girl's face for an instant as he asked, "Hello, excuse me, did you just come out of the Leaky Cauldron?"
The father and daughter stopped and looked at Louis. The girl was particularly surprised and quickly asked, "Are you also a wizard?" She looked at Louis's clothing. "Are you also from an ordinary family like me?"
"Of course, beautiful miss." Louis showed an impeccable smile, swept his empty hand past the girl's ear, and when he pulled it back, a gorgeous red rose appeared before her. "At the same time, I'm also a magician."
"This is for you." He handed the flower to the girl. "Let me introduce myself - I'm Louis Wilson. You can just call me Louis."
"Thank you, it's very beautiful." The girl said with a smile. "I'm Hermione Granger."
