HP: Trickster System

"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. Trick Points +100. ]