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[HP] 02: No Way, No Way, There's No Way a Transmigrator Could Still Be a Muggle, Right?
🕑 Added 2025-07-04 17:35:14 +0000 UTCA golden finger!
Louis was instantly excited, but having undergone long-term magician training to keep his emotions from showing on his face, he suppressed any change in expression and began exploring his golden finger.
Louis John Wilson, originally named Kai Sato, was someone from the Japan in his previous life and a native-born Briton in this life.
And in his eleventh year after coming to this world, he had finally received his belated golden finger.
A golden finger called the Trickster System - as long as he deceived others, he could obtain varying amounts of Trick Points.
Tricks? Fraud? Deception? Though it sounded rather unpleasant, Louis still remembered what had just happened.
When he used a small magic trick to fool his father's eyes, he had gained Trick Points!
For the Trickster System, this "deception" was quite particular.
The smarter the person being deceived, the harder they were to fool, or the stronger they were compared to Louis, the greater the impact of the deception, the more points he would gain.
For example, deceiving a confused old person would only net 15 Trick Points, an ordinary person about twenty or thirty points, a strong adult about fifty or sixty, while deceiving an experienced magician could yield one or two hundred points.
Trick Points could be used for lottery draws to obtain magical items, with every hundred points allowing for one ordinary-level lottery draw.
This broke Louis's heart, thinking that if this broken system had come five or six years earlier, he would already be at the peak of his life by now.
Louis's home never lacked magician performances, and Mr. Wilson, being a famous magician, had been fooled countless times by Louis's deceptively young age.
Rounded up, that was a loss of at least a hundred million!
With this heartbreak, Louis finished his birthday cake with mixed emotions - half excited, half pained.
"The gift is in your room, go unwrap it yourself." After finishing dinner, Mr. Wilson helped Mrs. Wilson clear the table while speaking to Louis.
Louis, already itching with anticipation because of the system, immediately cheered and rushed upstairs to his room.
"Why is this child suddenly so happy?" Mr. Wilson muttered.
"Did he discover the gift you prepared for him? And he happens to really want it?" Mrs. Wilson guessed. "Our child is very clever."
"No, that's not wonderful at all. Surprise is the best compliment for a magician." Mr. Wilson said dejectedly.
Of course, Louis had no idea about Mr. Wilson's dejection. He quickly ran back to his room, ignored the large, beautifully wrapped gift on the floor, sat at his desk looking out the window, and summoned the system.
"System, start the lottery draw." He commanded impatiently.
Consuming 100 points, beginning ordinary-level lottery draw]
Text flashed before his eyes, then a vast starry sea appeared.
Each point of light in that vast starry sea represented an item, so densely packed that it was impossible to see what was inside each point of light.
Before Louis could react, one of the points of light suddenly blazed brightly, expanding to cover his entire field of vision.
A pair of pale blue phantom hands appeared before Louis, and information about this item flooded into his mind.
Magic Hand: Invisible hands controlled by will, capable of grasping objects or attacking enemies. Strength equals three times mental power.]
Magic Hand?
Louis's eyes lit up, and his first thought was to use this item in magic tricks.
An invisible hand that others couldn't see - wouldn't that basically be telekinesis?
Having gotten a new toy, Louis couldn't wait to start testing it, conducting comprehensive tests from dexterity to strength.
After testing, the Magic Hand had a maximum carrying capacity of fifteen kilograms, a maximum range of fifteen meters, and dexterity comparable to an ordinary person's hand - though it was far inferior to Louis's magician hands.
But this was already quite good. Louis didn't need the Magic Hand to be particularly precise; just its strength and range were enough to delight him.
"When I go to Hogwarts, I'll be the coolest guy there," Louis said with satisfaction, his gaze drifting out the window to the house across the street - Number 4 in the same neighborhood.
That family was named Dursley, a household with a poor reputation in the community, including but not limited to their rude son and their harshness toward their nephew.
They had taken in their nephew without compensation - a child named Harry Potter - but that child wasn't living well.
Though it sounded bizarre, after seeing the scrawny little boy next door who looked somewhat pitiful due to malnutrition and frequent bullying, Louis was certain he had arrived in the world of Harry Potter.
And he lived right across from Harry Potter's uncle's house.
"It's just a pity that Harry Potter, being the protagonist, isn't a good thigh to hug - he's plagued by disasters, and if you don't hug carefully, you might end up dead," Louis shook his head and put away the Magic Hand.
So over these years, he hadn't tried to get close to Harry. If their relationship was too deep, it would probably be quite miserable in the later stages.
Hadn't he seen how Harry's cousin Dudley Dursley nearly got him killed by dementors due to their connection?
"Waiting for the owl like waiting for rain..." Louis hummed an off-key tune while casually unwrapping his gift, discovering it was a complete set of Lego blocks.
This seemed a bit too difficult for an ordinary eleven-year-old, but in the Wilson household, this could only be considered ordinary entertainment - for Louis, it was ridiculously simple.
So he decided to play around with it a bit.
After reading the instructions, Louis lay on his bed with his eyes closed, two Magic Hands flying up and down.
From another person's perspective, Louis's room would look haunted - they would only see blocks flying around chaotically before orderly assembling themselves.
Louis treated this as both entertainment and training for the Magic Hands' dexterity. He didn't expect them to match his own hands, but at least they should reach the level of... well, something decent, right?
At this moment, he wasn't panicked at all, wasn't worried at all about Hogwarts' owl not coming.
What a joke - he was a transmigrator!
No way, no way, there's no way a transmigrator couldn't even get into Hogwarts, right?
