"Mr. Kaisen Heath, you are suspected of violating the Wizarding Secrecy Act. Please come with us."
Kaisen had just finished laying the floor with dark oak planks when he heard that cold, impersonal voice.
"Uh…"
Kaisen looked up at the security door in front of him, then turned back to look at the strangely dressed person holding a small stick…
"Did you climb in through the window? Honestly, it's quite unsafe. You could have just knocked, and I would have opened it for you. Of course, if you're robbing me, I don't mind… Do you need this watch?"
"It might fetch one or two thousand pounds, but you can't take my phone and wallet, because it's a bit of a distance from my house, you know, my commute for custom home furnishing is as annoying as your commute for robbing."
As he spoke, he took off the rather refined mechanical wristwatch he was wearing. In truth, it probably wouldn't fetch one or two thousand pounds; he just figured a robber who had resorted to wearing pajamas to commit a robbery wouldn't have the discerning skill.
"Enough! Mr. Kaisen Heath, I repeat, you are currently suspected of violating the Wizarding Secrecy Act. I am an employee of the Ministry of Magic's Misuse of magic office. You may call me Lester. Now, please come with me."
Lester pulled out his wand and pointed it at Kaisen.
"Oh… Do you need me to make a call for you? Your family? Or a mental hospital?"
"Sir, there's no need to play dumb. We both know what the situation is. Believe me, you don't want Hit Wizards or Aurors coming for you."
Lester slowly took a step forward.
"…I'm sorry, I still don't understand. What's an Auror, what's a Hit Wizard, and what's… the Ministry of Magic?"
"Oh my goodness, do I look that easy to fool… Stupefy!"
Kaisen raised his hand, and instantly, a two-meter-high stone pillar appeared in front of him, blocking the flying red light.
At the same time, Lester finally smiled: "Still saying you can't use magic? Finally showing your true colors, aren't you!"
Bang!
A shrunken anvil suddenly appeared on his head, knocking him out.
"I'm sorry, sir, I hope you can forget everything that just happened." Kaisen said, and the obsidian block floating in his hand suddenly turned into a wooden stick about thirty centimeters long.
"No, no, no, the power doesn't feel enough. A log is just right."
The next moment, a log block was released and floated and danced with his hand.
With a thud.
A deep blue liquid appeared in his hand and was directly splashed onto Lester's face.
"Kaisen Hea…"
Thud!
"He didn't lose his memory. Not enough force?"
He changed the log to cobblestone, and there was another bang.
"You dare to attack a Ministry of Magic employee, you…"
The block in his hand changed from one form to another, from a log to cobblestone. He thought the force was already strong enough, but this unlucky employee just held onto his memories…
Finally, he still pulled out an anvil, deciding to go for a harsher blow.
"Ahem, I don't think that's necessary, do you, Mr. Heath?"
......
Today was Kaisen Heath's most magical day… or rather, his second most magical day.
The last time he had such a magical day was when he had just transmigrated. Back then, he was playing Minecraft with the first Harry Potter movie commentary playing in the background, and then his computer short-circuited. Just like that, he arrived in this different world England.
And he didn't come empty-handed. An MC system allowed him to level up by absorbing positive emotions directed at him, including but not limited to goodwill, trust, satisfaction, and admiration.
And when materialized into reality, it became a small block. Anyway, up until now, from small wooden sticks and planks to large fire blocks and water source blocks, they could all appear directly from his hand and affect reality.
Although it couldn't compare to the creative mode of the original Minecraft, it was enough for the concrete jungle of England, for example… opening a custom home furnishing studio.
And everything that happened today wasn't entirely his fault. The commentary he watched before transmigrating didn't even finish the first movie. If that Ministry of Magic employee had been willing to say a bit more, like, "Where's your wand?" or keywords similar to Hogwarts, he might have been able to react.
Instead of like now, where he casually placed a log block and two stair blocks in the center of the room to act as a table and chair.
The white-bearded old man opposite… Well, he recognized him, after all, the first scene of the Harry Potter movie commentary showed him appearing on a dark street with a lighter that could absorb light.
Dumbledore was now curiously examining the stair block he was sitting on and the log block in front of him.
"Is this Alchemy… In any case, this is not Transfiguration, but I still sincerely commend your innovative casting method."
Kaisen felt very awkward. The old man in front of him had no hostility whatsoever, and was even excessively friendly, which made him feel too embarrassed to make a move, though he might not win.
But he could still try. What was so scary about an old man who liked to collect light sources with a lighter?
Just as he was about to quietly place an anvil on Dumbledore's head, as he had done earlier, the victim spoke.
"I don't have Lester's sturdy physique. To be honest, an anvil hitting my head might actually take my old life."
Kaisen nodded in deep agreement, changing the anvil to a plank.
"..."
"…Oh, sorry, I thought you weren't talking about me." He took back the plank block as if nothing had happened.
"A never-before-seen casting method. This small block and the magic on your body originate from the same source. It seems you are a born Alchemist, freely transforming and creating. If Nicolas Flamel knew of your existence, he might be so excited he'd report to Death ahead of schedule."
Dumbledore watched Kaisen turn back to the right path and commented with interest.
"Thank you…"
"And you, Mr. Kaisen Heath, do you mind telling me about yourself?"
"I am…"
He bit the bullet and said, "A Wizard, you see, I've been in Sweden until recently, which is why I'm not familiar with the rules here…"
"Alright, I'm not very good at lying, I really don't have the talent for it. I just woke up one day with this power, so I used it to open a custom home furnishing studio, which is for decorating houses, like this."
Kaisen waved his hand, and the wall in front of him was instantly covered with a thick, sturdy layer of planks.
Under his half-candid words and candid actions, Dumbledore still maintained that smiling and benevolent appearance.
[Satisfaction from Dumbledore +10]
Kaisen didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a chill. Usually, his customers produced satisfaction for him, no problem.
They were mostly satisfied with the houses he decorated.
But this old man in front of him, why was he producing satisfaction for himself? Satisfied with what?
Dumbledore noticed Kaisen's strange gaze, his eyes darting around, and he also realized what Kaisen was thinking, quickly explaining: "Don't misunderstand, I am merely praising your candor."
"Dumbledore… you can't… you can't be talking so happily with a Wizard who attacked a Ministry of Magic employee… I'm going to appeal, appeal to the Wizengamot!"
Lester, lying on the ground, managed to lift his eyelids, and after speaking, was once again completely buried by sand falling from the sky.