HP: Fraudster System

### 00: Summary

• Alternative Titles:

*A Muggle Magician's Survival Guide at Hogwarts*

*A Fraudster's Journey to Hogwarts*

Louis transmigrated into the world of Harry Potter, living just across the street from Harry Potter's uncle's house.

This is perfect - looks like he's going to Hogwarts as a student.

Just as Louis was contemplating whether he should go to Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, he suddenly discovered that he was actually a Muggle.

Well, that's screwed up. What's the point of playing this game now?

Fortunately, he awakened the Fraudster System - as long as he uses lies or sleight of hand to fool others, he can obtain fraud points to qualify for lottery draws.

The Sharingan, Devil Fruits, and various other powerful items and abilities help Louis thrive at Hogwarts like a fish in water.

"When a fake wizard becomes more powerful than a real wizard, who can say that the fake wizard is just a Muggle?" Louis said.

### 01: The Magician Family on Privet Drive

"Hello, there's a custom cake for you. Is anyone home?"

Under the dim streetlight, a cake shop employee wearing the shop uniform and temporarily serving as a delivery person patiently knocked on the door.

Strangely, although they had clearly said someone would definitely be home during the ordering call, no one had come to open the door for a long time.

He looked at the address on the cake: 17 Privet Drive, Little Whinging. That was correct.

This was getting a bit troublesome - cakes made with animal cream couldn't last too long in summer temperatures.

The delivery guy knocked on the door again. This time he heard strange sounds, but they weren't coming from inside the house, but from...

Behind him?

The delivery guy turned around in confusion, and a dark shadow had somehow appeared behind him.

He wore a sleek black fur coat, a polished top hat, and a white mask on his face, like a dark baron moving through the night.

These outfits weren't really the issue - what was suffocating was that he was actually floating in the air!

"Ah, hello there, Mr. Delivery Man," the Dark Baron said with a smile. "Just hand the cake over to me. Oh, and here's your tip."

He extended his hand, holding several coins. The queen's portrait on the coins cheerfully winked at the delivery guy.

"Ahhh!"

The delivery guy let out a scream, threw the cake in his hands at the Dark Baron like a projectile, and fled in panic toward the street.

"Eh? Eh? Eh?"

The Dark Baron caught the cake box with difficulty, barely managing to steady the cake with his excellent balance.

"Why did he run away?" He spun around, watching the fleeing delivery guy and shook his head helplessly.

The front door opened, and an expressionless boy of about ten years old walked out.

He had soft, fluffy brown hair, and his light blue eyes revealed a calmness and serenity that made him appear very mature.

Though he only looked to be around ten years old, his excellent appearance was already evident - in a few more years he would surely catch the attention of girls.

"Hey there, good son, happy birthday." The Shadow Baron heard the sound and turned back around, calling out in an exaggerated cheerful tone as he handed the cake to the boy.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Wilson, but please don't use exaggerated magic tricks to frighten people next time. Mrs. Figg from across the street says there have been some not-so-pleasant rumors circulating in the community lately, and I don't want our family to be ostracized by the neighborhood."

The little boy rolled his eyes and took the cake.

"Oh my, I just had some inspiration, and it would be such a shame not to let it out." Mr. Wilson said with a chuckle.

"Yes, you specifically called the cake shop to deliver the cake at night just so the darkness would hide the steel wires behind you." The boy glanced behind Mr. Wilson, where three sturdy steel wires hung in what appeared to be empty space. "This is too dangerous."

"Well, I have to admit you have a point, good son. Come help me out - the pulley system seems to have malfunctioned, and I can't get back down." Mr. Wilson twisted and turned in the air like a carp that had been hooked.

Louis John Wilson, the son of this "big carp" before him, sighed and felt the urge to just leave his embarrassing father hanging there for the night.

The Wilsons were a family of magicians. Louis's grandfather, John Wilson, had been an excellent magician who once performed exclusive escape magic for the Queen.

Lambert Wilson, the "big carp" who had just been lowered down, specialized in large-scale magic, preferring to work with grand scenes to create "miraculous" magical effects.

This made him more famous than old Wilson - those dazzling miracles couldn't be compared to escape magic.

And Louis, the boy who had just turned eleven today, was a magic prodigy skilled in sleight of hand and nimble finger magic.

Which was basically beginner level.

At the dining table, Mr. Wilson, now changed into normal clothes, sat sheepishly in his seat, obediently accepting Mrs. Wilson's complaints.

"I hope you know when to stop, dear." Mrs. Wilson was a gentle beauty, and when she stared at you with those resentful eyes, no one could endure such torment.

"I don't want Louis to be held back by his unreliable father when choosing schools."

"Don't worry, dear. Our son is a genius, especially in mathematics and magic. No school would want to miss out on him." Mr. Wilson said proudly.

Speaking of schools, Louis didn't say anything, but he already had his preferred choice in mind.

It definitely wasn't any of those ordinary schools.

"Louis, pass me the jam." Mr. Wilson said.

Louis picked up the jam beside him and handed it over, while his knife clinked against the plate with a crisp sound.

Mr. Wilson wore a pleasant smile as he eagerly reached for the jam, but the next moment what appeared in his hands was a bottle of sugar-free cheese.

"You should eat less sugar. The doctor already said your blood sugar is high."

Louis waved the jam bottle that had somehow appeared in his other hand.

"Haha, excellent performance! How did you do that?" Mr. Wilson showed no anger at being fooled, but asked with great interest instead.

"Just a little trick to divert attention. Your focus was scattered for just that instant." Louis pointed to the knife on the plate.

"Oh, that's right." Mr. Wilson suddenly understood. "A very clever little trick, but it also requires solid fundamentals. Well done, child."

Louis was already accustomed to Mr. Wilson's praise. He shrugged indifferently, then suddenly froze, his gaze fixed on the text in the bottom left corner of his vision.

[ You have fooled an experienced magician with exceptional focus. Fraud Points +100. ]

### 02: No Way, No Way, There's No Way a Transmigrator Could Still Be a Muggle, Right?

A 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 Fraudster System - as long as he deceived others, he could obtain varying amounts of fraud points.

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 fraud points!

For the Fraudster 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 fraud 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.

Fraud 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.

Mage Hand: Invisible hands controlled by will, capable of grasping objects or attacking enemies. Strength equals three times mental power.]

Mage 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 Mage 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 Mage 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 Mage 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 Mage 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 Mage 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?

### 03: Case Solved - I Am Indeed a Muggle

Throughout 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 Fraudster System, so every magic performance was essentially a scam with a sizable audience. Over these days, he had earned 620 fraud 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."

### 04: Premium Lottery

Oh, so it was Hermione.

Louis nodded imperceptibly. "Hello, Hermione."

"Wilson? Magician? What's your relationship with John Wilson?" The girl's father, Mr. Granger, asked.

"That's my grandfather, a very great magician." Louis showed a modest smile.

"Incredible, I really enjoy your grandfather's magic." The man was somewhat excited. Suddenly he remembered something and asked, "Could it be that old Mr. Wilson is also a wizard?"

"No, he's not. My grandfather is an ordinary person, and as I just said, I also come from an ordinary family." Louis said with a smile.

[You have deceived an adult dentist with exceptional observation skills. You gained 60 fraud points.]

[You have deceived an underage wizard. You gained 150 fraud points.]

[Current fraud points: 830]

[You have made contact with a wizard. The second category of lottery is now unlocked - Premium level, 500 points per draw.]

The system notifications appeared before his eyes, almost making Louis unable to maintain the calm expression on his face.

It wasn't just because the second category lottery had been unlocked, but also because of the fraud points Hermione had provided.

An underage wizard could actually provide so many fraud points!

The reason Louis had stopped the Granger father and daughter was to test whether deceiving wizards would yield more fraud points, and he hadn't expected it to be confirmed!

These points were even higher than what he got from her father - the wizarding world was simply heaven for Louis.

But this heaven was blocked by an insurmountable chasm, because he was a Muggle and couldn't go to Hogwarts to study.

Damn it, could he only deceive Harry Potter during winter and summer vacations each year?

Louis felt unwilling to accept this.

Wait, things didn't seem to have reached an irreversible point yet.

A flash of inspiration struck Louis's mind, and he suddenly had a bold idea.

However, this idea couldn't be implemented right now. Louis planned to bid farewell to Hermione.

"Could we exchange addresses? If there's a chance, I'd like to write to you." Louis said with a smile. "I should head back now, but I don't want to miss this chance encounter."

He flipped his palm and imperceptibly pulled out a banknote from one of his pockets.

As a magician, he was always in the habit of carrying all sorts of odd things on his person. For instance, Louis had seventeen pockets all over his body, containing glass balls, pins, tissues, fake fingers, and a whole series of magic props that weren't visible from the outside.

"Why not just exchange phone numbers?" Hermione asked.

"This is how wizards communicate - they use owls to send letters, just like our Hogwarts letters." Louis explained.

Hermione found this very interesting and happily wrote down her address on the paper, handing it to Louis. Louis also took a piece of paper and scribbled on it, but in the end handed Hermione a blank sheet.

"Eh? Is your pen out of ink?" Hermione asked, looking at the paper.

"Of course not." Louis pinched a corner of the paper in Hermione's hand, pulled and shook it, and flames swept across the paper, leaving behind a charred address.

"Looking forward to our next meeting." Louis politely bowed slightly, waved goodbye with Hermione's family address in hand, and left.

Hermione blinked, happy to have made a friend. She carefully put away this special contact method, but when she looked up, she saw her father looking at her with a strange expression.

"I get the feeling that boy is up to no good," Mr. Granger said, stroking his chin. "Don't let him trick you."

"Dad, what are you talking about!" Hermione rolled her eyes and punched Mr. Granger's stomach lightly. "I'm just curious whether Louis just used magic or a magic trick."

"It should be a magic trick, right? Didn't that professor who can turn into a cat say magic requires that stick thing?"

"It's called a wand!"

[You used a simple magic trick to confuse an underage wizard. You gained 200 fraud points.]

Back home, Louis glanced at the system's notification log, then focused his attention on his point total.

1030 points - enough for either one ordinary ten-draw or two premium draws.

Although the ten-draw was very tempting, Louis felt you get what you pay for - a premium draw worth 500 points should be more high-end than an ordinary draw worth 100 points.

"Let's go with the premium draw then." Louis made up his mind.

"System, premium draw, twice."

Following Louis's command, the vast starry sea appeared before his eyes again, except this time the stars filling the sky had turned golden.

Two golden lights blazed up, nearly blinding Louis. After the light faded, two items emitting a soft glow appeared before him.

First was a ring set with dozens of emerald green gem fragments, called [Portable Private Space Transfer Point].

According to the description, this was essentially the spatial rings common in novels, except the principle was different. Those were personal spaces, while this was a personal transfer point, with the space fixed somewhere unknown.

However, the effect was the same, and this portable transfer point had higher security - it wouldn't lose stored items if destroyed, and only needed to copy a ring to reactivate it.

Of course, Louis didn't have this technology now and could only hope future draws might provide it.

The second item was quite special - it was actually an eyeball, one with a red base and black patterns. This familiar appearance immediately made Louis shout out a name.

"Holy crap? Sharingan?"

### 05: Need to Find a Way to Delay Them

Louis 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 Mage 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 Mage 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.

### 06: Animal Protection People Really Do Have Strong Fighting Power

The car engine started with a slight tremor and slid out of the garage.

Harry Potter looked out the window at the owls that made cooing sounds while watching Harry in the car, tilting their heads.

"Farewell, owls." Harry Potter bid goodbye to these friends in his heart. Just then, the car that had just left the garage was forced to stop, and just from the sharp sound of brakes, you could tell how reluctant it was.

A group of somewhat agitated people blocked the Dursley family's car.

What were they trying to do?

Dudley Dursley forgot about bullying Harry and leaned against the front seat backrest to look at those people. Harry also got a chance to breathe - he leaned against the window, curiously watching those people.

"Hey! Why are you people blocking my front door?" Vernon Dursley stuck his head out. Even though he was furious from days of torment by owls, he still tried to control his emotions.

Someone who seemed to be an organizer walked out from the group. He approached the car and said politely to Vernon Dursley, "Sorry, we regret disturbing your vacation, but we received a report that someone here has been abusing owls, causing a collective revenge phenomenon among the owls."

"Abusing owls? That's absurd." Vernon Dursley panicked for a moment, after all, he had indeed used some violent means when driving away the owls.

The organizer looked meaningfully at Vernon Dursley. "Perhaps, but don't worry, we'll investigate first."

"Absurd, this is absurd." Vernon Dursley muttered, then suddenly asked, "Who are you people?"

"Royal Society for the Protection of Birds, sir." The organizer handed over a business card. "Although this is sudden, your family's vacation will have to be postponed for a while."

"Why? You have no enforcement authority!"

"Of course, so we called the police."

The organizer shrugged and smiled slightly upon hearing police sirens. "You see, the police are here."

Compared to police, animal protection organizations often acted more swiftly - after all, they were more idle than police.

The mastermind Louis stood at the window, watching the Dursley family frantically explaining something to the police, and Harry standing aside secretly laughing, feeling very satisfied.

"This way, I can at least delay them for a week or two." Louis muttered to himself.

Finally, this farce ended in a very mundane way. After a simple inspection, no abnormalities were found. Those owls showed no aggressive tendencies - they were just perching there.

Although the reason was unknown, this was the owls' freedom, and police couldn't control it. This should be the job of animal behavior experts.

During this time, members of the bird protection society tried to attract these owls, but they were unsuccessful. These owls stood firmly in their positions, looking at these Muggles like they were idiots.

As magical creatures, they possessed superior intelligence and naturally understood what these Muggles wanted to do, but what did this have to do with mail-delivery owls?

So they chose to watch the show.

Finally, police warned the organization that had called them and ordered them to leave.

Although the ladies and gentlemen from the bird protection society were very agitated, without evidence they couldn't say much more and could only leave dejectedly.

But the impact they caused didn't end there. Before leaving, the police gave the Dursley family some advice.

"Although there's no evidence suggesting you've abused protected animals, for your safety, don't travel far in the near future. This is to clear your suspicion and also to prevent you from being threatened by the bird protection society."

The police warned Vernon Dursley, the head of household, before leaving.

"What do you mean? Would they actually harm my family?" Vernon Dursley demanded.

"There haven't been any such cases, but they do have a history of killing foxes and cats, so better be careful." The police shrugged, got in their car, and left.

Watching the police car drive away, Vernon Dursley shivered. He looked at the surrounding owls staring straight at him, cursed under his breath, and brought his family - along with dragging Harry Potter - back inside the house.

Evil people have their own nemeses. Although the Dursley family wasn't too evil, good people meant nothing to them - only people with no bottom line could pose a threat to them.

[You fooled thirteen people from the bird protection society, gained 130 fraud points]

In his room, Louis's eyelid twitched as he looked at the system notification.

Those thirteen people combined didn't provide as many fraud points as Hermione Granger alone. How ridiculous.

This was one of the reasons Louis wanted to go to Hogwarts. Of course, the most important and original reason was still the pride of "A distinguished transmigrator - getting into Hogwarts should be a piece of cake."

After the system activated, his desire to enter Hogwarts wasn't necessarily to be a student, but because for him, the wizarding world that Hogwarts represented was like a high drop-rate mini-map. Although there were fewer "monsters," each one was high quality and could bring him more benefits.

Moreover, this was a limited-time map with only one chance - if he missed it, he probably wouldn't be able to sneak in for the rest of his life.

### 07: Hagrid Arrives

Louis's arrangements were very effective. Under the threat of the bird society, the Dursley family gave up their plans to go out and could only huddle at home, enduring the harassment from the owls.

However, their miserable days should be ending soon - July was approaching its end, and Harry Potter's birthday was coming.

Louis yawned, rubbed his eyes, and sat by the windowsill keeping watch.

There was no choice - he had no idea when Hagrid would show up at the door when he didn't need to waste effort looking for Harry. His flying motorcycle had magic that prevented Muggles from noticing it, so if Louis missed it, he'd be done for.

So he could only use this primitive method - visual surveillance with his own eyes.

However, this wasn't without benefits. Staying up all night while training his abilities, Louis could now easily use both abilities of the Sharingan. He had also figured out some necessary illusion techniques along the way, and his mental power had grown noticeably.

It was foreseeable that he would need to use illusions to substitute for magic for a long time, so some observable illusions had to be prepared in advance.

As for other things...

Louis glanced at his fraud points - still 160.

Rather than waste them on ordinary lottery draws, it was better to save up for premium draws, which would help him more.

"Beep beep... beep beep."

The electronic alarm clock made its timekeeping sound. It was already twelve o'clock, and the date had jumped to July 31st - Harry Potter's birthday.

If nothing unexpected happened, today should be when Hagrid came to pick up Harry.

Louis widened his eyes and stared intently at the Dursley house's front door.

If he couldn't see the flying motorcycle, couldn't he at least see the person? Hagrid's large frame was quite conspicuous.

Suddenly, a huge figure appeared on Privet Drive!

Louis was certain that the road had been empty just moments ago, and that figure had appeared out of thin air!

"Finally here?" Louis became somewhat nervous because his plan was officially beginning.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!" The loud knocking woke Harry from his sleep.

His heart jumped - at this time, this unusual visitor made him form a bold guess.

The visitor outside was here for him!

However, living in the cupboard under the stairs, he was closest to the front door but couldn't be the first to rush out and greet the visitor, because Uncle Vernon had locked the cupboard before going to bed, and he couldn't get out.

"Who is it? Why are you knocking so loudly this late?" That was Aunt Petunia's voice. She was coming down the stairs, and each step scattered a bit of dust onto Harry's head.

He heard Aunt Petunia approaching the front door. She sounded somewhat groggy and was actually planning to open the door directly in response to the suspicious knocking.

However, just as she was about to open the door, Uncle Vernon rushed down to stop her.

"Wait, Petunia." Uncle Vernon looked warily at the shaking door and shouted loudly, "Who are you?"

The person outside didn't answer him, but knocked even more violently.

The door frame was shaking, the floor trembling along with it, and the Dursley couple hugged each other in terror as they watched the gradually deforming door frame.

"BOOM!" With a tremendous crash, the door along with its frame fell to the ground with a thunderous noise. A giant over three meters tall, wearing clothes sewn from burlap and animal hide, holding a tattered umbrella, with disheveled and shaggy hair and beard, ducked his head and walked in.

His frame was so massive that it made the rather spacious entrance hall seem particularly cramped.

"Vernon Dursley, you're that scoundrel, aren't you? Hmm?" The giant's voice rumbled like a vibrating large urn. "Where's Harry?"

"You monster... get out of my house!" Vernon Dursley was terrified by this giant. He screamed loudly, trying to drive the giant away.

"That's not up to you. I'm here to take Harry to Hogwarts for school, and I won't leave without him." The giant paid no attention to the threats from the ball-shaped fat man in front of him. His gaze passed over the Dursley couple as he looked around the house. "Where's Harry?"

"Thud! Thud!" An excited Harry was forcefully banging on the cupboard door. He was worried that if he didn't make noise, the person outside who had come to fetch him would think he wasn't here and leave.

The giant heard the commotion. He looked at the cramped space under the stairs, and anger appeared on his honest face.

He pushed aside the Dursley couple and strode quickly to the cupboard door. His massive hand grabbed the door lock and with a gentle twist, bent the metal lock into a pretzel.

The door was opened, and Harry, covered in dust, crawled out from inside.

He looked up at the giant's figure and gasped, but he wasn't afraid - he was more surprised and curious.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"You can call me Hagrid. I'm the Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts, but none of that matters. What matters is that I'm here to take you to Hogwarts." Hagrid held his belly, bent down, and said kindly.

### 08: If You Can't See Me, Can't You Touch Me?

"He's not allowed to go anywhere, I absolutely will not allow him to go to your crazy school!" Vernon Dursley, finding courage from who knows where, roared and rushed forward to grab Harry's arm.

Hagrid's caterpillar-like thick eyebrows twitched, and he pushed Vernon Dursley aside with one hand.

It was just a gentle push, but it knocked Vernon Dursley to the ground, his flabby body slapping against the floor.

Petunia Dursley screamed and rushed over to help Vernon up.

"He belongs at Hogwarts, he was born to go to Hogwarts - it's the best magical school in all of Britain!" Hagrid said proudly.

"The best magical school..." Harry's eyes showed yearning.

Uncle Vernon had always said he only deserved to go to places like St. Brutus's Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys, not the "best school in Britain," but now here was someone saying he deserved to attend the best school!

Although this person was a bit large and rough around the edges, Harry felt in his heart that he was a good man.

"Alright, let's go, Harry. Get your things," Hagrid said, patting Harry's head.

"Yes!" Harry nodded excitedly.

He went to his "room" and took out his clothes, wrapped them in a bedsheet, slung it over his back, and prepared his pitifully meager luggage just like he had fantasized about running away countless times before, then followed behind Hagrid.

Now Vernon Dursley didn't dare to stop them. This giant was truly fierce - one wave of his hand nearly broke his back. He could only watch helplessly as Harry left with Hagrid.

"I'm telling you, you can take him, but don't ever expect him to come back in this lifetime!" Vernon Dursley shouted at the departing figures, one large and one small, as if trying to salvage his dignity with his threats.

Harry's steps were steady, completely unaffected, while Hagrid just turned back to give him a look of contempt.

A mere Muggle dares to speak so boldly? One Memory Charm and you wouldn't know which way is up.

Never mind, better leave this sort of thing to Dumbledore.

Hagrid thought as he walked out the door.

Walking out of the house where he had lived for eleven years, Harry suddenly felt some worry. He glanced at Hagrid and asked, "Where are we going now?"

"To Diagon Alley, to buy school supplies," Hagrid answered patiently.

"But I don't have money - can I afford to buy things?" Harry said dejectedly. "And without Uncle Vernon paying the tuition, can I even go to school?"

However confident he had been when leaving, Harry now felt equally anxious.

"Ha ha ha, don't worry, Harry. Your parents left you quite a lot," Hagrid said. "I'm taking you there now - you'll understand when we arrive."

"How do we get there? By bus?" Harry asked.

"That's a good choice, but I have a better way," Hagrid said somewhat proudly, with a boastful tone. "How about I take you on a flying motorcycle?"

"A flying motorcycle?" Harry's eyes lit up, his face full of anticipation.

"Yes, that's right, it's right over there..." Hagrid pointed toward the roadside when suddenly he noticed a small figure standing next to his motorcycle.

"Who? Who's there?" Hagrid called out in confusion.

Strange, that motorcycle clearly had a charm to prevent Muggles from seeing it - it shouldn't have been discovered by anyone.

Getting closer, Hagrid realized it was just a boy who looked about the same age as Harry.

Louis slowly turned around to face the towering Hagrid and Harry.

"Hello," he said, looking at Harry. "My name is Louis Wilson. I just saw your motorcycle descending from the sky and got curious, so I came over to take a look."

"Hello, I'm Harry Potter," Harry said, looking at Louis, not knowing what was happening.

"You can see it?" Hagrid frowned and walked over, checking the motorcycle and finding that the charm on it hadn't failed.

"Of course, I can see it very clearly," Louis said with a serious expression.

Like hell you can see it, Louis once again confirmed his Muggle identity. The reason he could accurately appear next to the flying motorcycle was because he had used Mage Hand to sweep through the surrounding streets.

"This is really amazing. How does it fly?" Louis asked with feigned innocence.

"I can't tell you that," Hagrid continued checking the motorcycle while answering casually.

"Can't say? Are you also a magician? Is this your magic prop?" Louis asked.

"Magic? No, no, no," Hagrid triple-checked and, after confirming the motorcycle had no faults, looked at Louis and asked, "How old are you?"

"Eleven years old. I just had my birthday two weeks ago," Louis answered.

"Eleven years old? Now that's rather strange. Have you received a letter from Hogwarts?" Hagrid asked again.

"No, Hogwarts? What's that?" Louis asked blankly.

After hearing this, Hagrid held his umbrella-shaped wand with some hesitation.

He was considering whether to bring this boy along or give him a Memory Charm.

His mission this time was to take Harry to prepare for school enrollment and, incidentally, go to Gringotts to retrieve the Philosopher's Stone. He really shouldn't be meddling in other affairs.

But this eleven-year-old child in front of him could clearly see the Muggle-repelling motorcycle yet hadn't received a Hogwarts admission letter.

"Dumbledore wouldn't make a mistake, but perhaps there was a problem with the owl?" Hagrid muttered to himself in a very loud voice.

### 09: Taking Off on an Invisible Motorcycle

"Your name is Louis, right? I think you should go home first. In a while, an owl should deliver you an admission letter, just like Harry. Don't worry, maybe the owl delivering your letter just got lost," Hagrid said, though even he felt this was going too far - it sounded too dismissive.

"An admission letter? Although I don't know what kind of school that is, I think that might be too late," Louis said. "That way I might not have enough time to prepare."

"Right, you're absolutely correct." Hagrid, who was already feeling somewhat guilty, was immediately convinced by Louis. "What should we do about this?"

"Where are you going now?"

"First to the Leaky Cauldron to stay the night, then tomorrow to Diagon Alley to buy some necessities," Hagrid said.

"Then how about taking me along? I can prepare before the letter arrives, so I won't have to worry about wasting time," Louis suggested.

"Hmm... that makes sense." Hagrid nodded approvingly. "But what about your family? I need to notify them, and it would be best to have someone accompany you. You'll also need to exchange Muggle currency for Galleons."

"No problem, I'll call my father. He should still be awake at this hour," Louis said with a straight face, lying through his teeth. "Please wait a moment."

Then, a sleepy-eyed Mr. Wilson was forcibly dragged out of bed by Louis and, to avoid disturbing Mrs. Wilson's sound sleep, was compelled to stand in the living room.

"Are you confused from sleep, Louis? What magic? What flying motorcycle and giant riding a motorcycle? I don't remember buying you any fairy tale books like that," Mr. Wilson said after listening to Louis's explanation, feeling his forehead. "No fever."

"If you're doubtful, why not wait until you see them in person? Don't wake up Mom," Louis made a shushing gesture. "Get your wallet and come with me."

The best thing about having a magician father was that he had enough patience and acceptance, plus the resolve to play along with you for a whole night if necessary.

In any case, Louis successfully brought his father out and brought him before Hagrid.

"Well, Louis, I have to admit, the giant you mentioned is real," Mr. Wilson said, holding his hat and looking up at Hagrid. "Hi there, tall gentleman, may I ask your name?"

"I'm Hagrid, Mr. Wilson." Hagrid introduced himself and also introduced Harry. "This is Harry."

"Oh, Harry, I know this one. You're the Dursleys' nephew," Mr. Wilson nodded to Harry.

"Hello, Mr. Wilson," Harry said, recognizing this famous neighbor whose magic performances were said to have tickets that were hard to come by.

So Louis was this Mr. Wilson's son. They had such a good relationship - it was truly enviable.

Mr. Wilson had no idea what Harry was thinking. He looked at Louis again. "But where's the flying motorcycle you mentioned? I don't see any motorcycle here."

After using Mage Hand to confirm the motorcycle's position hadn't moved, Louis put on a puzzled expression. "Can't you see it? It's right here."

He pointed to the spot by the roadside.

"But I don't see anything," Mr. Wilson said puzzledly as he walked over, then tripped over the motorcycle and tumbled into the sidecar.

"Oh! Careful, Mr. Wilson," Hagrid quickly lifted Mr. Wilson up. "This motorcycle has a charm on it - Muggles can't see it."

Mr. Wilson had already confirmed the motorcycle's existence through touch, but his confusion hadn't decreased. Instead, because of Hagrid's words, he had another question: "What's a Muggle?"

"That's what we call ordinary people like you who don't understand magic," Hagrid said.

"I don't much like that term - it sounds somewhat discriminatory," Mr. Wilson said, standing firmly on the ground and straightening his clothes. "So when do we depart?"

"You have very strong acceptance abilities. I was still thinking about how to explain this to you," Hagrid praised.

"This is just the professional quality of a magician, and I'm also somewhat eager to learn about that magical world," Mr. Wilson said. "How do we travel? Although I only touched it for a moment, I feel this flying motorcycle isn't very big."

"Don't worry, it will become big enough," Hagrid said, tapping the motorcycle with his broken umbrella. With the sound of tire friction, the motorcycle's sidecar grew larger by a size.

Harry stared in amazement at this magical scene.

"Be careful, Mr. Wilson, you can't see it," Hagrid gestured to indicate the position and helped Mr. Wilson climb in.

"Wait, I need to leave a note for my wife so she won't worry," Mr. Wilson said, then hurried back home and soon hurried back out again.

"Alright, all set," he said.

Hagrid helped Mr. Wilson onto the motorcycle, then turned back and waved to the two children.

"Come on, Harry, Louis, climb on yourselves."

Harry naturally climbed onto this motorcycle that looked somewhat shabby but magical in his eyes, while Louis, without showing any sign, used Mage Hand to help himself sit steadily on it.

"Alright, get ready, we're taking off," Hagrid shouted and started the motorcycle.

With Mr. Wilson's exclamation, the motorcycle carrying four people flew up into the sky.

"Good heavens! Can't you make the motorcycle visible? I can't see the motorcycle at all - this feels like sitting on air and flying into the sky!" Mr. Wilson cried out.

"Bear with it, Dad, we'll be there soon," Louis said with an expressionless face, maintaining his composure while experiencing the same treatment.

He couldn't see it either, and his legs were weak...

### 10: The Three Obstaclesof Admission

Louis had three main obstacles to entering Hogwarts.

First, the Quill of Acceptance and the Book of Admittance.

These two items were probably Louis's greatest enemies. They could detect and record all children with magical talent throughout Britain, and Hogwarts would send admission letters when they reached the appropriate age.

As a pure Muggle, his name would certainly not be recorded there.

Fortunately, they were inanimate objects. As long as he insisted they had made an error and demonstrated magical talent, he should be able to get by.

Second, purchasing a wand.

Buying a wand required going to Ollivanders in Diagon Alley, where wands were typically chosen one-on-one, and there had to be sufficient signs to be considered suitable for a particular wand.

But for a Muggle, a wand was just a stick - no matter how much you waved it, nothing would happen.

This was manageable - he could probably fool them using Mage Hand and illusions.

Third, there was Dumbledore, the old wizard.

He was an old wizard with rich experience and wisdom, and despite his age, he remained energetic.

He was also a master of Legilimency - he could see through a person's heart with just a glance.

But he was a good person, and good people had principles and would show mercy. This gave Louis room to maneuver in many situations, so he wasn't too difficult to deal with.

The flying motorcycle landed openly on Charing Cross Road, spinning to a stop right at the Leaky Cauldron.

At this hour, there weren't many people on Charing Cross Road, just the occasional drunk passing by. But none of them noticed the motorcycle that had descended from the sky - they just muttered drunken words only they could understand and automatically avoided the area around the Leaky Cauldron.

Because they had stopped directly at the Leaky Cauldron, passing through the range of the Muggle-Repelling Charm, both Louis and Mr. Wilson were unaffected and could immediately see the shabby sign and dusty wooden door.

"So this is the Leaky Cauldron? It certainly looks very mysterious," said Mr. Wilson, whose legs were a bit weak from riding the invisible motorcycle the whole way, as he climbed down using Louis's shoulder for support.

"You're the first Muggle to say that. Usually they complain about this place being too run-down," Hagrid boomed.

"That's understandable. Your storefront really isn't done very well. Although it's very mysterious, it's also too heavily aged. But I can understand - I imagine this place isn't open to ordinary people," Mr. Wilson shrugged.

"There was a time when it was indeed open to Muggles, and the wizards here welcomed Muggle visitors. But you know, oh wait, you don't know - wizards have always been oblivious to others. The topics they discuss are too bizarre for Muggles, and many Muggles couldn't accept it and just left directly."

Hagrid parked the motorcycle and picked up his broken umbrella. "Let's go, time to head inside."

The doorbell chimed "ding-dong" as Hagrid pushed the door open. In the empty pub, only an old man was using magic to direct a cloth to wipe glass cups.

"Oh, Hagrid, haven't seen you in a while. What have you been up to lately?" The old man glanced at Hagrid but didn't notice the other people standing behind his large frame.

Mr. Wilson wasn't dissatisfied with being overlooked - he was curiously watching the cloth that could move by itself, his hands itching to touch it.

"Tom, good evening. We indeed haven't seen each other in a long time. I've been doing work for Dumbledore - can't say what specifically, but there's one thing I can tell you." Hagrid pulled Harry out from behind him. "Look, who's this?"

The old man called Tom glanced over casually at first, then suddenly seemed to remember something, his gaze stopping on Harry's forehead.

"Oh my goodness, he's Harry Potter!" Tom stood up from behind the bar, nearly knocking over his glass.

Harry was startled by the reaction and tried to hide behind Hagrid, but Hagrid held him firmly in place.

Mr. Wilson was equally startled. He looked at Tom, then at Harry, then moved closer to Louis and said, "It seems the Dursleys' little nephew has quite an extraordinary status here."

Of course it was extraordinary - this was the Boy Who Lived.

Louis thought this but didn't say it aloud, just nodded with the restraint befitting a normal underage Muggle wizard.

"That's right, Harry Potter, the great Harry Potter," Hagrid laughed heartily, looking proud by association.

"Hagrid, is there something wrong with me?" Harry had never experienced this kind of attention before. He felt some joy in his heart but was also somewhat uncomfortable.

"Nothing's wrong. You're a hero here, because you killed You-Know-Who when you were little," Hagrid patted Harry's shoulder. "Alright Tom, enough talk. Give us three rooms. It's getting late and we should rest. Tomorrow we still need to take little Harry and young Mr. Wilson here to buy school supplies."

"No problem, third floor," Tom said, tossing over three keys. "If you need anything, just call me and I'll send the cleaning lady up."

"Thanks, I'll come drink here another day," Hagrid waved his large hand and led Harry and the Wilson father and son upstairs.

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