Kreacher quietly set the freshly prepared dinner on the dining table.
He glanced at his young master, who was lost in thought, then silently retreated into the shadows. If his young master still had not eaten in ten minutes, he would replace the cold dinner with a fresh serving.
Shawn was silent because of the "Puppet Art" he had drawn.
Puppet Art was damn impressive-a combined application of soul magic and alchemy.
Some of the advanced alchemical knowledge involved had pushed Shawn's utterly hopeless level 0 alchemy talent straight to level 3. That alone showed how extraordinary it was.
The soul magic involved was even more complex. In short, it was soul control, encompassing contests of will, soul contracts, soul taming, and much more.
It could be considered a more advanced and profound version of the Imperius Curse.
As its name suggested, Puppet Art involved creating an Alchemical Dummy with a soul.
It could also produce ordinary dummies with rudimentary intelligence. Infused with a little of their master's will, these could carry out simple everyday commands.
The highest-grade dummies required all kinds of precious alchemy materials. Once shaped and infused with a complete, controllable soul, they could even pass for the real thing and become "genuine" wizards.
Shawn felt that Puppet Art had to be the very best reward in the tier-two lottery pool, almost on par with what he imagined the tier-three pool would offer.
Originally, Shawn had planned to disguise himself as Tom Riddle-Voldemort in his youth-and meet those Death Eaters tonight.
But the unexpected arrival of "Puppet Art" had given him more ideas and plans.
His first stop was originally going to be the Nott Family, where he would make trouble for Old Nott and vent some of Theodore's anger for him.
Now, however, he decided to