[Your multi-line maneuver successfully fooled both adult and underage wizards.]
[Trivial deception.]
[You gained Fraud Points: 60,800. Current Points: 170,900.]
Louis returned to the dormitory, lay on his bed, and watched as the system settled his gains at the end of this school year.
The first was the simplest—using a double to stand in for him during the student headcount, avoiding suspicion.
A very common "clone trick," but with the power of the Stand, it became flawless—virtually indistinguishable from reality.
Of course, that was only the appetizer. The real rewards came after.
Louis's gaze slid down to the summary of profits earned from fabricating the United Villains of the World, One Big Family hoax.
[Your fabricated organization has thrown the legendary wizard Albus Dumbledore into grave concern.]
[Memorable deception.]
[You gained Fraud Points: 7,000. Legendary Draw ×1.]
[Current Points: 177,900.]
[Your fabricated organization has made the adult wizard Minerva McGonagall deeply anxious.]
[You gained Fraud Points: 3,000. ]
[You obtained Perfect-Grade Deception Item: Polymorph Candy ×10.]
[Your fabricated organization has earned the hatred of the adult wizard Severus Snape.]
[You gained Fraud Points: 3,500.]
[You obtained Perfect Item: Bottle of Mood-Shift Potion ×1.]
[Current Fraud Points: 184,400.]
This time, the system had not only given him point rewards and a Legendary Draw, but also two Perfect-grade items.
If not for the reminder from the items, Louis might have forgotten that this was supposed to be a Trickster System, not just a lottery system.
Relying entirely on draws was a bit much.
Louis stretched out his hand, and a cloth pouch containing ten jellybeans, along with a seemingly ordinary potion vial, appeared in his palm.
[Polymorph Candy: For ten minutes after consumption, the user may transform into any magical creature and wield all of that creature's abilities.]
The Polymorph Candy was essentially a temporary version of Animagus Transfiguration, but even stronger—it allowed transformation into magical creatures of any kind.
If he became a phoenix, or a fire dragon, he could accomplish a great deal in just those ten minutes.
"But this is pretty much useless to me." Louis turned the pouch over in his hand and sighed.
Not because the item itself wasn't powerful, but because with the legendary Twelve Talismans' powers combined with Shendu's essence, Louis already wielded perfection.
Every aspect of magic and ability was covered by the Talismans—there was hardly any room left for outside forces to shine.
"Unless… I used it to conceal my true power or hide my identity… Wait." Louis rubbed his chin. "This candy could make my dragon transformation look perfectly reasonable."
After all, no one knew exactly what knowledge Merlin's bloodline carried. Having power imprinted in one's blood was normal enough—like Parseltongue in Salazar Slytherin's line. So if the Merlin line carried a unique potion recipe? Entirely plausible.
"As long as I can analyze its formula… this candy could even be made into a simplified version and sold commercially."
Louis carefully stowed away the candy, planning to study it later.
The other item—the Bottle of Mood-Shift Potion—was even more impressive.
[Bottle of Mood-Shift Potion: Can generate any registered potion. Just put in the materials and it will instantly produce the corresponding potion, with a 100% success rate and no waiting required.]
A truly practical tool.
The most troublesome thing about potion-brewing was always the time it took.
Any potion worth its salt, any of the truly powerful ones, usually needed at least ten days to half a month of simmering. The worst offenders—like Baruffio's Brain Elixir or Felix Felicis—took three full months to brew, with success rates so abysmally low that one careless mistake could leave you with a deadly poison instead.
Some potions could indeed be forced through with Black Qi methods, but their effects were uncertain, and the brewing time just as long.
Every year, wizarding hospitals—especially St. Mungo's—received a fresh batch of overconfident witches and wizards who had poisoned themselves on their own brews.
Confidence or not, poison was still poison, and self-confidence didn't grant immunity.
So, a vial that could produce finished potions instantly—no preparation, no waiting, just toss in the raw ingredients—wasn't just impressive, it was every wizard's dream and every potioneer's nightmare.
Definitely worth keeping. Later, he could collect some materials and brew up Felix Felicis just for fun.
Louis tucked the potion bottle away with satisfaction and checked his results again.
[You prevented the Philosopher's Stone from being destroyed, and secured its eternal existence within your body.]
[You gained Fate Points: 20.]
This was Louis's most important gain—the Fate Points.
Though in this year-end grand finale he had neither saved the doomed nor resurrected the dead, he had acquired the Philosopher's Stone itself!
"Fate Points… ten for a lottery, one hundred for a Fate Grafting…" Louis hesitated. Should he spend them now, or save up for a full Fate Graft later?
"For the moment, it doesn't feel like I need anything desperately. Maybe I should save them."
Still, the thought left him restless. The last Fate Draw had given him the Eye of Fate Observation—a priceless tool. He might not urgently need more powerful items, but curiosity clawed at him like a cat's paw.
… … …
What would the next draw reveal?
After thinking it through, Louis made his decision. "I'll spend half on the lottery, and save half."
"System, initiate Fate Draw."
[Fate Lottery Initiated]
With the system's prompt, Louis once again saw endless translucent threads unfurl before his eyes.
The first time, he hadn't realized it—but now he knew. These threads were the tethers of destiny, strings that bound and manipulated the fates of those they touched.
They looked a little like the strings of a marionette, but their mechanism and purpose were far from so crude. This was merely how the system presented them, in terms Louis could comprehend.
The sound of a wheel spinning filled the air. The vision twisted, and a card dropped into Louis's hand.
A card? Something like a tarot card?
Intrigued, Louis studied it carefully—and saw the two words inscribed upon it.
[Illness]
[Three Days]
The moment he read them, an ominous feeling welled up inside him.
The card dissolved into a streak of light and shot into his forehead. In the next instant, Louis felt dizzy. His brow grew hot, his nose clogged as though stuffed with cotton.
He was sick—because of the lottery prize!
No—prize wasn't the word. It was a curse.
Louis sneezed violently. In his mind, a phrase surfaced:
[Fate Is Unpredictable].
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