Chapter 1 You still say you don’t know magic?

"Mr. Kesensis, you are suspected of violating the Wizarding Secrecy Act. Please come with us."

Kaysen had just used the dark oak planks in his hand to lay the floor in the room when he heard such a cold, inhumane voice.

"Forehead..."

Kaisen raised his head and looked at the security door in front of him, then looked back at the strange man in strange clothes and holding a small wooden stick in his hand...

"Did you climb up the window? To be honest, it's not safe. You can just knock on the door and I will open it for you. Of course, I don't have any objection if you are robbing... Do you need this watch?"

"It might be good for a thousand or two thousand pounds, but you can't take your phone or wallet away because it's quite a distance from my house, and you know, my commute to doing whole-house customization is just as annoying as your commute to rob."

As he spoke, he also took off the mechanical watch he was wearing, which was quite elegant. In fact, it shouldn't be worth one or two thousand pounds. He just felt that a robber who went out to rob in pajamas probably didn't have the appreciation skills.

"Enough! Mr. Kesensis, I repeat, you are now suspected of violating the Wizarding Statute of Secrecy. I am an employee of the Office for the Prohibition of the Abuse of Magic of the Ministry of Magic. You can call me Lester. Please come with me now."

Lester took out his wand and pointed it at Kayson.

"Oh...do you need me to call your family? Or a mental hospital?"

"Sir, there is no need for you to act stupid. We all know what this situation looks like. Trust me, you don't want Strikers or Aurors to come after you."

Lester took a step forward slowly.

"...I'm sorry, I still don't understand, what is an Auror, what is a striker, and what is...the Ministry of Magic?"

"Oh my god, I look so good... passed out!"

Kaisen raised his hand and instantly a two-meter-high stone pillar appeared in front of him, blocking the red light flying over.

At the same time, Lester finally showed a smile: "You still said you don't know magic? You finally showed your chicken feet!"

Peng!

A shrunken anvil suddenly appeared on his head, knocking him unconscious.

"I'm sorry, sir, I hope you can forget everything that just happened." Kaysen said as the obsidian cube floating in his hand suddenly turned into a wooden stick about thirty centimeters.

"No, no, no, it doesn't feel powerful enough. Logs are just right."

The next moment, a log solid block was released, floating and flying with his hand.

With a thud.

Another ball of dark blue liquid appeared in his hand and splashed directly on Lester's face.

"Kaisenxi..."

Boom!

"This is not amnesia, is it not strong enough?"

He replaced the log with a rough stone, and there was another bang.

"How dare you attack a Ministry of Magic employee, you..."

The cube in his hand changed one form after another, from logs to rough stones. He thought this was powerful enough, but this unlucky employee was guarding the memory of his three-acre land...

Finally he took out the anvil and decided to give it a serious blow.

"Ahem, I think this is unnecessary. What do you think, Mr. Heath?"

............

Today is the most magical day in Kaisenheath... or the second day.

The last time he had such a magical day was when he had just traveled through time. At that time, he was playing "Minecraft" and the first commentary of "Harry Potter" was playing in the background. Then the computer had a power failure, and just like that, he arrived. This otherworldly England.

And he didn't come empty-handed, there is a MC system that can absorb other people's positive emotions towards him to upgrade, including but not limited to favorability, trust, satisfaction, admiration and the like.

When it materializes into reality, it becomes a small square. Anyway, now, anything as small as a stick or a wooden board, as large as a flame cube or a water source cube can appear directly from his hand and affect reality.

Although it is not comparable to the original [Minecraft] creation mode, it is enough in the Iron Jungle of England, for example... opening a whole-house customization studio or something.

And everything that happened today cannot be entirely blamed on him. The commentary he read before time travel didn't even finish the first part. If the employee of the Ministry of Magic was willing to say more, such as "Where is your wand?" ] Or keywords like [Hogwarts], he might be able to react.

Instead of like now, he casually placed a log block and two staircase blocks in the center of the room to serve as tables and chairs.

The old man with the white beard opposite...well, he recognized it. After all, the first scene of the Harry Potter movie commentary showed him appearing on the dark street holding a lighter that could absorb light.

At this time, Dumbledore looked curiously at the staircase cube sitting under his butt and the log cube in front of him.

"Is this alchemy... In short, this is not transformation, but I still sincerely praise your innovative method of casting spells."

Kaisen felt very awkward. The old man in front of him showed no hostility at all, and was even too friendly. This made him feel embarrassed to do something dirty, although he may not have been able to do so.

But you can also give it a try. What’s so scary about an old man who likes to use a lighter to collect light sources?

Just when he was about to quietly place an anvil on Dumbledore's head like before, the victim spoke.

"I don't have Leicester's good physique. To be honest, if an anvil hits my head, it might really kill me."

Kaysen nodded in agreement and replaced the anvil with a wooden board.

"......"

"...Oh, sorry, I thought you didn't mean me." He took back the wooden board as if nothing had happened.

"This is a spellcasting method I've never seen before. This little block has the same origin as the magic in you. It seems that you are a natural alchemist, free to transform and create. If Nicolas Flamel knew about your existence, he would be excited to report to the God of Death in advance."

Dumbledore watched Kaisen return to the right path and commented with interest.

"Thank you..."

"What about you, Mr. Kesenhis, do you mind telling me about yourself?"

"I am..."

He said with a stiff face: "As for a magician, I have been in Sweden before, and I just came to England recently, so I don't know the rules here..."

"Well, I have never been good at lying. I really don't have this talent. This power is what I got when I woke up, so I used this power to open a whole house customization studio, which is to decorate houses, like this."

Kesen waved his hand casually, and the wall in front of him was wrapped in a thick and strong wooden board.

Under his semi-frank words and frank actions, Dumbledore still maintained his smiling and kind look.

[Satisfaction from Dumbledore +10]

Kesen didn't know why, but suddenly felt a chill. Usually, his guests produced satisfaction for him, which was no problem.

Most of them were satisfied with the house they decorated.

But why did the old man in front of him feel satisfied with himself, and what was he satisfied with?

Dumbledore noticed Kaisen's strange look, his eyes rolled around, and he realized what he was thinking about, and quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just praising your frankness."

"Dumbledore... You can't... You can't talk so happily with the wizard who attacked the Ministry of Magic employees... I'm going to appeal to the Wizengamot!"

Lying on the ground, Lester raised his eyelids with difficulty, and after he finished speaking, he was once again buried tightly by the sand falling from the sky.