One Trash Can Isn't Enough? Watch Me Do a Good Deed Anonymously! Wayne Hailed a Taxi and Returned to the Leaky Cauldron. / A Bull's-Eye on the First Try; A New Purple Talent

"Reparo."

As if time had reversed, all the fragments flew back to their original positions, and the cracks vanished.

"Pretty simple," Wayne muttered to himself.

But then again, his talent for Charms had already reached SS-. There had never been many people in history with greater talent than his. If learning a Mending Charm still took great effort—

Then all the other wizards might as well become Squibs.

At the same time, Wayne discovered that when he held a wand and cast according to the book's instructions—

His focus and intent came together easily, without that obscure feeling of having to force a spell into existence.

No wonder most wizards were no different from Squibs once they lost their wands. Over the next hour, Wayne read while practicing and quickly learned several basic spells.

Lumos, Cleaning Charm, Levitation Charm, Unlock Charm.

Not only did he learn them, he could even simplify some of their steps.

For example, the rhythm of the Levitation Charm's incantation was extremely important. A mistake in the pauses would cause the spell to fail or produce an incomplete effect.

What did incomplete mean?

For instance, if you wanted to make a fountain pen float one meter into the air, it might only rise half a meter, and its direction of movement would be uncontrollable.

The books explained all of this.

But Wayne only needed to pronounce the incantation clearly and completely. Even his wand movements could be a little casual, and the spell would still succeed.

There were only two words to describe it: terrifyingly monstrous!

"System, do spell proficiencies have levels?" Wayne suddenly asked in his mind.

Spell proficiency levels are divided into beginner, intermediate, advanced, and master.

The host may improve proficiency through practice and comprehension, or draw the corresponding spell through card draws to stack proficiency.

"Is there a panel for my spell proficiencies?"

A screen of light appeared before Wayne's eyes. With one glance, he saw that the few spells he had just learned had already reached the intermediate stage.

That put Wayne in a much better mood.

The greatest benefit of a panel was that it gave him a clear understanding of his own condition and let him see the progress he made through his efforts.

Sometimes, it was not that people were unwilling to work hard, but that they could not see the results of their efforts.

Without continuous positive feedback, it was only natural that they could not persist for long. Wayne was now brimming with motivation.

In just one night, he learned every spell first-years needed to master, all of them uniformly at the intermediate level.

Over the next few days, Wayne did not leave the house.

Other than going downstairs to eat, he spent all his remaining time in the bedroom and study, constantly learning magic.

With his formidable magical talent combined with the Memory Palace's photographic learning ability, Wayne's progress was astonishingly fast.

He did not stop at first-year material. In one go, he learned all of Standard Spells, Year Three as well as everything before it, mastering a large number of commonly used spells.

If Professor McGonagall learned of his progress, she would probably be so shocked her feathers fell out. He had taught himself all the way to third-year material in just a few days. By the end of first year, would he be able to take the N.E.W.T.s alongside seventh-years?

Before he knew it, August had arrived.

London grew even hotter, and the irritating cicadas made everyone more short-tempered. Fortunately, that did not affect Wayne, who had already cast a Silencing Charm on his room.

Snap!

Closing Dark Arts Defense Guide, Wayne stretched lazily. He walked to the window and pulled open the curtains. Blinding sunlight streamed in, making him squint involuntarily.

"I'm sick of reading. I might as well take another stroll through Diagon Alley."

Last time, Professor McGonagall had accompanied him, so there were many things he could not conveniently buy. This time, he could go on a proper shopping spree.

For such an adorable little wizard, Tom the bartender naturally remembered him well.

He even gave Wayne a free Butterbeer and told him to finish it before leaving.

"My Butterbeer is just a sweet drink. It doesn't contain alcohol," Tom explained, worried Wayne might mistake it for real alcohol. "But when it comes to Butterbeer, the best is still at The Three Broomsticks.

"Madam Rosmerta's brewing is simply unmatched. Every time I go to Hogsmeade, I order two cups. Better yet, her husband is dead."

Seeing the blissful expression on Tom's face, Wayne fell into deep speechlessness.

After finishing his Butterbeer, Wayne stopped listening to Tom talk about widows and headed into the courtyard.

A smile curved across his lips. There you are, little brother!

Professor McGonagall had said that the rubbish bin had been fixed in place with a Permanent Sticking Charm and could not be moved. At his current level, he could not cast a proper counter-charm.

But that did not mean Wayne could not do something for the Wizarding World. He took out his wand and aimed it at the wall. "Reparo."

The stone bricks that had nearly been polished smooth by countless wizards quickly became brand-new. Wayne frowned again.

"No, too new. Anyone could spot it at a glance. Reparo, Reparo, Scourgify!"

After a round of busy work, Wayne had done his good deed.

The entire wall became spotlessly clean, as though it had just been built. No one could possibly tell which brick was the real entrance.

He was also worried that one rubbish bin might not be enough for the Leaky Cauldron. With people constantly coming and going, the Leaky Cauldron did very good business.

With only one rubbish bin, how many times would Uncle Tom have to empty it every day? "Geminio!"

After several Copy Charms, several identical rubbish bins appeared in front of the wall. Wayne nodded in satisfaction.

His Copy Charm was still not particularly proficient, so these rubbish bins would last at most a month.

But that was enough.

School would start in a month anyway, and there would not be so many little wizards coming around. Having done such a great deed, he would not tell Uncle Tom about it. After all, he was used to hiding his achievements and fame.

Wayne took a step toward Diagon Alley, then suddenly froze. "Damn it, which brick was it again?"

After struggling for quite some time, Wayne finally entered Diagon Alley successfully, though his face still carried a trace of frustration.

"Bad luck. I didn't expect to screw myself over right from the start." Wayne grumbled as he walked along the cobblestone road.

This time, he had not thought things through. He got carried away having fun and nearly made a complete fool of himself. Compared to a few days ago, Diagon Alley was much livelier now. Quite a few people were crowded outside a shop.

Wayne went over as well.

It was Quality Quidditch Supplies. In the most prominent display window sat three flying brooms, with a huge poster beside them.

The all-new Nimbus 2000 flying broom was now officially available, equipped with the most advanced Speed Charm, Braking Charm, and cushioned seat, allowing your broom to move like an extension of your body as you soar freely through the skies.

Several wizards beside it were discussing the broom's specifications.

"The acceleration is five percent faster, the deceleration and shock absorption are five percent better, and the top speed is five percent higher. That improvement is way too small. It's like squeezing toothpaste."

A wizard in a purple robe sighed. "What can we do when the Cleansweep series is so disappointing, and Comet hasn't released a new product in ten years? Nimbus has a monopoly now."

"Even if the improvement is small, it's still a whole tier above other brooms." Wayne listened for a while before entering Quality Quidditch Supplies.

There were plenty of people watching outside, but very few truly intended to buy one. In the Wizarding World, flying brooms held roughly the same status as family cars. Because Floo Powder and Apparition existed, many wizards only cared about owning a broom that could fly. Whether it was fast or slow did not matter much.

Other than Quidditch players and the rich, not many people would replace their brooms over such minor improvements.

Wayne also saw the price on the tag.

Five hundred Galleons.

To him, that price was not particularly expensive. However, wages in the Wizarding World were generally low. Earning a few dozen Galleons a month was normal, and even Mr. Weasley only earned seventy or eighty Galleons a month.

The Nimbus 2000 was already considered expensive.

Although Wayne could easily afford it, he only looked for a moment before leaving. He could wait until he had taken flying lessons at school. If he liked it, it would not be too late to buy one then. After leaving Quality Quidditch Supplies, Wayne went to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions nearby. Last time, he had only bought the three plain robes required by the school. Wearing a pure black robe made him look no different from a walking bat. To avoid matching outfits with Snape, Wayne needed to buy several more stylish sets.

"Welcome. What can I do for you?"

The owner of Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions was a lady in her forties. She had taken good care of herself and still possessed considerable charm. When she saw Wayne enter, she gave him a gentle smile.

"Hello, ma'am. I need a few robes suitable for school," Wayne said politely.

"Not many little wizards come here to buy clothes. Come over."

The proprietress found it amusing and beckoned Wayne over. The two entered a small room. Half an hour later—

"That will be eighty-five Galleons and twelve Sickles. Little one, you can just give me eighty Galleons." The proprietress beamed, clearly very satisfied.

For three robes, Wayne had spent more than a month of Mr. Weasley's salary. It truly was a luxury shop in the Wizarding World.

Still, the money was not wasted. All three robes had Dust-Removing Charms, Waterproofing Charms, and Fireproofing Charms fixed onto them, saving him a great deal of trouble.

After giving the proprietress his home address, Wayne clutched the wallet beside his kidneys and left.

Money really did not last. Including his previous spending, more than half of his two hundred Galleons had vanished in the blink of an eye.

Wayne could only go to Gringotts and withdraw another five hundred Galleons before beginning his shopping spree. At Scribbulus, he bought three Demon Bird feather quills. There was nothing particularly special about them—they were simply pink and pretty.

At Slug & Jiggers Apothecary, he bought quite a few processed Potions ingredients. Hogwarts had excellent benefits, and the materials for Potions class were all provided by the school. But if Wayne wanted to make and practice Potions privately, he had to buy his own supplies. He could not exactly do what Potter did—

Whenever he lacked something, he could just take a stroll through Snape's office.

Only Harry Potter could get away with that. If it were anyone else, just see how Snape would torment them.

Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was a shop that specialized in prank items and little knickknacks, much like Zonko's Joke Shop in Hogsmeade.

Wayne bought two of every product: one for himself to play with, and one to study.

Although he only bought two of each item, there were simply too many products. The clerk's smile was practically blooming.

Which pure-blood family's young master had come out on a shopping spree? He had spent dozens of Galleons on prank items alone. The clerk would earn quite a commission.

After finishing his frenzied shopping, Wayne sat beneath the parasol outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, eating ice cream.

At the same time, points began appearing in his mind one after another.

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 number of points was small, they were renewable. In such a short time, his points had already reached eighty.

System points could be used for draws. One draw cost one hundred points. Draw quality was divided into white, blue, purple, and gold, with one gold guaranteed every hundred draws.

In the years since obtaining the system, Wayne had only received one golden reward. It gave him fifteen percent of Microsoft's original shares, non-dilutable.

He wondered whether that guarantee count had been preserved.

He had now drawn more than one hundred and thirty times. At most, seventy more draws and he would receive another golden reward.

"System, say something."

Ding! The card-draw mechanism is unaffected by upgrades. The host is guaranteed to receive a golden reward within sixty-four draws.

"Now that's more like it."

Wayne happily finished the last bite of his ice cream. Seeing that his points had jumped to one hundred, he casually made a draw. To his surprise, he got purple.

The chance of getting purple was only ten percent. This was a small stroke of luck.

Congratulations, host. You have obtained the talent: Magical Creature Affinity!

"Hm?"

Wayne raised an eyebrow. It looked pretty good.