Looking at his Faith Value of 12,403 points, he thought of the pressure he had just faced from Dumbledore.
In the end, it was because he wasn't strong enough. So he hesitated no longer and decisively did a ten-pull.
"Ding! Congratulations, you've obtained 1 Skill Point." ×2
"Thank you for your patronage."
"Ding! Congratulations, you've obtained 1 Talent Point." ×2
"Ding! Congratulations, you've obtained Level 3 Avis."
"Thank you for your patronage."
"Ding! Congratulations, you've obtained Level 3 Shield Charm."
"Ding! Congratulations, you've obtained Level 3 Levitation Charm."
"Ding! Congratulations, you've obtained 10 Magic Scale."
Shawn found it somewhat interesting. Judging by these draws, almost nothing came up empty - an eighty percent win rate, and no junk rewards either.
Not bad!
Come to think of it, it made sense. He'd spent two whole years to accumulate 10,000 Faith. He probably wouldn't get the ten-pull treatment again.
This time he'd gained a total of 3 Level 3 spells, 2 Skill Points, 2 Talent Points, and 10 points of Magic Power.
And this was only a Level 1 draw. If it were Level 2 or Level 3 draws, wouldn't they just hand out god-tier gear directly?
Needless to say, the future really did require walking the "heartthrob" path.
Shawn opened the system interface. It had already updated.
- System -
Host: Shawn.
Class: Wizard / Card Magician.
Magic Power: 30 (Adult: 100)
Talent: Lightning Elemental Affinity max (You are the Child of Lightning).
Dark Magic 6 (Exceptional Talent).
White Magic 3, Transfiguration 3, Potions 3 (Decent Talent).
Herbology 2, Fantastic Beasts 2 (Mediocre Aptitude).
Alchemy 0, Prophecy Art 0 (Mud, give up. Without major opportunity, cannot be activated).
Skills: Occlumency max. Avis Level 3, Shield Charm Level 3, Levitation Charm Level 3.
Skill Points 2, Talent Points 2.
Level 1 Faith: 2,403. / Level 2 Faith: 1. / (Unlocking progressively) Level 3 Faith: 0.
Lottery System. 1000/100/10 Faith per draw.
Quest System: None for now.
Shawn looked at the fully updated system interface and was momentarily dazzled.
But why was his Dark Magic talent so high? Did he just look like a bad guy? He clearly had rosy lips and white teeth - wasn't he just adorable!
Hmm, best to first study the stat allocation.
Anyone who'd played games in a past life knew one principle: pick a standout attribute and max it to the extreme!
So Shawn put both Skill Points into Avis and both Talent Points into Dark Magic.
Avis Level 5 (Wandless and Silent), Dark Magic 8 (Azkaban) / (Further talent and skill point allocation requires Legendary Value).
Shawn looked at the Azkaban rating and suddenly wanted to slap himself. Don't let the Sorting actually put him in Azkaban.
Then he'd get to share prison meals with Sirius?
Shawn was also very curious about the Level 9 and Level 10 Dark Magic talent ratings, but he had no idea how to obtain the required Legendary Value.
Seeing that Level 5 Avis could already cast silently and wandlessly, he gave it a try, casually waving his hand at the air.
Then, as his mind willed it, the magic within him surged out along his fingers.
A flock of chirping golden birds materialized out of thin air. Over a dozen birds flew around Shawn incessantly.
The feeling was somewhat like when he'd previously controlled playing cards. He hadn't expected that in the next moment, those golden birds seemed to sense Shawn's thoughts and immediately transformed into spinning golden poker cards, with arcs of electricity flickering around the golden light.
Especially since it was even more free and unrestrained than before when he'd used telekinesis to control cards, and the visual effects were even more explosive.
Shawn was stunned for a moment. You could play it like this? Was this what a Level 5 spell was like? It seemed to be mixed with some Transfiguration and Lightning Elemental Affinity too.
Perfect - Shawn was quite familiar with playing cards. Even though he was a wizard now, he still liked the identity of magician.
Showing off was top-notch.
It wasn't good to let the golden cards attack inside the room, so he could only wait until tomorrow to find a place to test the power of the Avis spell. After cutting off the magic supply, the golden cards dispersed before long.
Shawn studied the system for a while longer and noticed the Level 2 Faith had increased by one point?
After pondering, he guessed that point was contributed by Kreacher.
The rest was unclear. Forget it - tomorrow's business, tomorrow's done.
He'd save the remaining 2,000-plus Faith Value as reserve.
He really was tired today. The small body was too much to handle.
After Shawn fell into a deep sleep, Kreacher - having washed up and changed into a clean pillowcase - secretly peeked at Shawn through the door crack, then continued scrubbing and cleaning with great effort, all while hitting himself with a wooden stick and muttering softly.
"Kreacher disobeyed the little master, must be punished, but Kreacher must let the little master have a clean and comfortable home. After all, the little master is so good to me, how could I rest..."
The next day, broad daylight.
Shawn slept all the way until eleven o'clock, and it was a tapping sound from outside the window that finally woke him.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Shawn saw an owl outside the window repeatedly pecking at the glass with its beak, a letter tied to its foot.
Shawn wondered - didn't the old house have protective magic? How could an owl find its way here? What a magical creature.
He got up and opened the window. The owl, displeased, pecked Shawn's arm, then lifted its claw to signal him to hurry and take the letter.
Shawn took the envelope and wanted to rub the owl's head, but seeing he wasn't giving it food, it pecked him again and flew off with a flap of its wings.
Shawn smiled wryly, rubbed the back of his hand, and looked at the letter. Seeing a shield-shaped emblem and the Lion, Eagle, Snake, and Badger pattern on the envelope, he knew who had sent it.
He excitedly opened the envelope and read.
[Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Order of Merlin, First Class)
Dear Mr. Black: We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress.]
Although he was familiar with the contents of the acceptance letter, Shawn still read it several times. Who hadn't gone through a hot-blooded and innocent age, holding a stick and shouting "Avada Kedavra" at the sky?
Now that it was confirmed he could attend Hogwarts, it was naturally something worth celebrating.
When Shawn did a quick mental calculation, this year seemed to also be Harry's enrollment year. He couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Whatever. I'd rather go to Slytherin than Gryffindor. Stay away from the Chosen One. Being a slacker means a long life."
Shawn set a small goal for himself. Behind him came Kreacher's voice.
"Little young master, you're awake. Kreacher has made breakfast."
Shawn turned around and saw that Kreacher was no longer as filthy as before. His long ear hair had been trimmed clean, and he'd changed into a new pillowcase. Though still quite ugly, he was at least tolerable now.
"Okay."
He nodded in acknowledgment, put on the tuxedo that Kreacher had washed overnight, and tidied his ear-length hair. In his mind, he thought he'd need to go to Diagon Alley to buy a few sets of clothes.
Hmm, and while he was at it, he'd visit Gringotts to see just how big an inheritance he'd actually received.