10. One Shot Into The Soul, New Purple Talent

The Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop is a store specializing in prank props and gadgets, similar to Zuko's Joke Shop in Hogsmeade.

Wayne bought two copies of each product, one for playing and one for research.

Although I only purchased two of each item, I couldn't handle the large quantity, and the clerk's face nearly burst into laughter.

Is this a young master from a pure-blood family out shopping for goods? He spends dozens of Galleons to buy prank props, and he can earn a lot of commission.

After the shopping spree, Wayne sat under the umbrella of Florin's Cold Drink Shop, enjoying his ice cream.

At the same time, various points began to appear in my mind.

[Successfully prevented a wizard from entering Diagon Alley, points +5]

[Successfully interfered with a wizard entering Diagon Alley, points +1]

[Successfully prevented a wizard from entering Diagon Alley, points +5]

...

Wayne smiled.

Although the amount of points is small, it keeps increasing. In just a short time, his points have reached eighty.

System points can be used for lottery draws, one hundred points per draw.

The lottery prizes are divided into white, blue, purple, and gold, with a chance to win one hundred golds.

Since obtaining the system, Wayne has only won one golden prize, which granted him 15% of the original non-dilutable shares of Microsoft.

I wonder if there's any reservation to this guarantee.

He has already smoked more than 130 times, and he can potentially win the golden prize again if he does it 70 more times.

"System, can I get the Golden Prize after drawing 70 more times."

[Ding! The card drawing mechanism is not affected by upgrades, and the host will receive a golden prize within sixty-four draws.]

"That's great."

Wayne happily finished his ice cream.

Seeing that his points had reached 100, I casually drew a lottery.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be purple.

The chance of getting purple is only 10%, so this is a small win.

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the talent: Magical Animal Affinity!]

Hmm?

Wayne raised an eyebrow.

That sounds... promising.

Magical animals are an important part of the magical world. If used effectively, even the Dark Lord can be defeated.

After paying the bill, Wayne stood up and headed to the Fantastic Beasts Shop on the south side of Diagon Alley, eager to try out his new talent.

Meanwhile, at the Leaky Cauldron.

"No, who did this?"

Old Tom stood in front of the brick wall and shouted to the sky. Behind him stood several angry-faced wizards.

"This is so wicked!"

"That's right! I looked for it everywhere and couldn't find the brick!"

"Stop talking, I've found the right place, but I'm not sure if it's the right one. I just don't dare to click. If I make a mistake and bad things happen, I'll be fined."

A group of wizards stood in front of brand-new walls and rows of identical trash cans, their teeth itching with anger.

"This is so wicked!" exclaimed Old Tom as he blushed and moved the duplicate trash cans away one by one, leaving only the original one.

As he looked at the repaired wall, his anger diminished significantly. "Don't tell me this wall looks more comfortable than the old dilapidated one," he mused.

Using his magic wand, Old Tom turned the original brick red, paying no attention to the other bricks.

"Who did this?" one of the wizards asked.

"Who else could it be? It must be those mischievous little wizards," another replied.

"Did anyone see someone come in just now?"

The group of wizards searched for the culprit, and Old Tom also pondered the question. Wayne's figure unconsciously appeared in his mind. Problems started arising not long after this young wizard left, making him the prime suspect in theory. However, Tom quickly dismissed this idea. The young wizards who accompanied Professor McGonagall were likely from Muggle families and had never been exposed to magic before. It would be impossible for them to learn such intricate repair and duplicating spells in just a few days. Besides, those trash cans should last at least a month.

"No, no way. Wayne is well-behaved. He's not the mischievous type," Tom concluded.

Suddenly, someone spoke up. "I was just drinking when I saw the Weasley twins passing by."

The room fell silent for a moment and then erupted in excitement. "That's right! It must be them. Last time, they moved the trash can to the other side and made me poke the wrong brick like a fool!"

"That's terrible! Weasley and Molly must discipline them."

The blame was quickly shifted to a certain pair of twins who were oblivious to what was happening. Even Old Tom believed it, as he did see the twins passing by. Though it happened a while ago, not many wizards entered Diagon Alley through that entrance. Perhaps these wizards had memorized the location and didn't need to locate the trash can.

The more Tom thought about it, the angrier he became. He stormed over to the counter, grabbed a stack of parchment, and started writing a letter. He wanted to complain to Molly!

He decided to wait until the twins snuck out for a day and returned home through the fireplace in Diagon Alley. That's when they would receive a stern lecture from their mother.

Confused and hurt, the twins complained about being wronged. They insisted that they hadn't pulled any pranks that day. They had simply gone for a walk to see if there were any new products in the prank shop. It wasn't them!

Unfortunately, based on the twins' history of deceptive behavior, Molly was skeptical of their lies. After finishing a meal, she confined them to their room as punishment.

The twins exchanged a resentful glance.

They had always been tricking others, so why were they still being tricked themselves?

However, those thoughts could wait for later. Right now...

The culprit, Mr. Wayne Lawrence, had arrived at the Fantastic Beasts Shop and was happily surrounded by magical creatures.

As soon as he walked in, all the creatures turned their attention to him. Owls that were previously fast asleep flew over, fighting each other to perch on his shoulders.

Even the cats, normally aloof towards humans, elegantly made their way over. They squinted their eyes and rubbed against Wayne's legs.

Wayne reached out and picked up a short-haired cat, gently stroking it.

The store clerks were in shock.

This particular cat was usually indifferent to customers, but today it seemed to be enjoying Wayne's attention, purring with pleasure.

The clerk looked at Wayne with curiosity.

Who was this young wizard? He seemed to have a way with magical creatures!