London, there's fog, dense fog.
In the weather where you could barely see a few feet ahead, the streets of London appeared somewhat desolate, and on the road, a young boy was tidying up his stall, preparing to head home early.
He wore a black hat and a black coat, naturally drawing attention to his face, where you could see his high nose, perfectly curved lips, and a charming smile that made it hard to deny he was a boy who could easily win the admiration of women.
Especially older women.
Just as the boy was about to leave.
"Little fortune-teller, do you have time?"
A gentle voice spoke from behind.
Ian Prince turned around.
Reflecting in his green eyes was an elegant lady, wearing a blue plaid turtleneck dress, accompanied by a cute girl with brown hair.
The girl's hair was ruffled like a bird's nest.
"Of course, fate allows me an extra moment here, clearly it's to await this moment," Ian Prince immediately got into character and began his work.
His practiced rhetoric was remarkably mature for a child, "Every divination is a revelation about the future. If madam does not mind, may I know your respectable name?"
"You may call me Lady Granger." Looking at Ian Prince's meticulously sculpted features in front of her, Lady Granger couldn't help but find this young boy extremely adorable.
It must be said.
Good looks can easily garner people's favor. Ian can captivate many young girls just with his looks, not to mention the middle-aged woman in front of him.
"Alright, Lady Granger, what would you like to know through divination?"
Ian smiled and rearranged his tools for business.
"Of course, about..." Lady Granger was about to speak, but the little girl beside her looked unhappy, shook off her mother's hand, and rushed to Ian's small table.
"You better not try to deceive us with tricks like these! It's nothing but a psychological ploy! There's no divination or magic in this world!"
"Behind every mysterious method is magic, illusion, trickery, science has long passed judgment on this, you might want to read the book 'The Middle Ages Lies'."
Despite her exquisite appearance, the little girl insisted on being fierce, appearing both cute and fiercely adorable. Her mother's expression changed, ready to chide her.
Ian raised his hand to stop Lady Granger's action.
"A very good suggestion, I also have one for you, 'New Principles of Digital Divination' is a good book, which you might want to check out as well."
Ian wasn't annoyed by the little girl's skepticism; instead, he cheerfully chimed in. His reaction left the little girl feeling thwarted as if punching into cotton.
Her doll-like face immediately flushed with anger.
"There's no magic in this world!"
The little girl reiterated firmly.
"What if there were?"
Ian tilted his head, looking at the girl who was slightly shorter than him.
"Then I'll eat your table."
The girl declared confidently.
"Oh, alright, Miss Hermione Granger, I'll remember your words. People who don't keep promises will go bald when they grow up." Ian now smiled happily.
"How did you know my name!"
The little girl.
Also known as Hermione Granger was taken aback. She quickly turned with some alarm to her mother, and Lady Granger was looking at Ian with extraordinary astonishment.
"Shall we begin, Lady Granger."
Ian maintained his mysterious posture, shuffled his tarot cards, and laid out four on the table. He had never been so candid when fortune-telling before.
Look at the little girl.
She was scared into her mother's arms.
"You must be using tricks, don't trust him, mom," Hermione Granger seemed firm in her materialism but dared not approach Ian again, who had called her name outright.
"We need a reading, Mr. Divination Master."
Lady Granger's eyes lit up at this moment, she didn't care what Hermione Granger was saying; her tone became much more earnest and respectful than before.
Ian ignored Hermione Granger's angry glare.
Signaling Lady Granger to pick a tarot card.
Lady Granger immediately made a choice—looking at the tarot card on the table, Ian raised his eyebrow and smiled at Lady Granger.
"It's The Fool, madam."
Upon hearing this.
Hermione was still displeased, but her ears perked up.
Lady Granger clasped her hands expectantly.
"Mr. Divination Master, what does this signify?"
Ian bowed and suggested, "That would depend on what you were contemplating upon drawing this card, madam."
Lady Granger nodded, showing an expression of understanding.
"I was just wondering, a year from now, will my Hermione be able to enter her ideal school?" Most parents in the world certainly worry most about their children.
Ian often encountered this situation.
However.
He still portrayed a look of sudden realization.
"So you are asking for your daughter."
Ian exclaimed with a lifelike expression.
"Yes, little Divination Master, could you enlighten me with the outcome?" Lady Granger spoke while taking out 5 Pounds from her bag and handing it to Ian.
Ian smiled faintly, gazing at Hermione.
At this moment, the little girl seemed somewhat curious and looked at Ian, but upon seeing his gaze, she immediately turned away.
Trying to show her indifference.
Yet.
From her occasional eye movements sneaking glances, it wasn't hard to tell she was quite curious about the result of the divination.
Saying one thing but meaning another.
But also quite reasonable.
After all, she is a future witch, one of the three major characters in the original work, born in a Muggle family but possessed of wizard talents, naturally harboring a wizard's penchant for exploring the unknown.
"Of course, no problem." Ian Prince, with a gentle smile, picked up the "Fool" tarot card from the table and slowly said to Lady Granger.
"It indicates a new beginning and adventure."
"After next year, your daughter will enter the school best suited for her, and in the future, she will achieve extraordinary feats, becoming a high official surrounded by stars."
Ian had been doing this for quite a while, but his tone had never been so certain.
Lady Granger couldn't stop smiling, evidently extremely happy.
Hermione pursed her lips without speaking.
But from the slightly raised corners of her mouth, it was still evident that she was in a good mood.
"Thank you, little Divination Master, I shall take my leave now." Lady Granger received a satisfactory answer, and with a full smile, waved goodbye to Ian.
Beside her, Hermione couldn't wait to pull her mother away.
After just a few steps.
She couldn't help but turn around and make a cute fierce expression at Ian. Ian, holding the Fool tarot card, couldn't help but raise his voice a little with a mischievous tone.
"Oh, by the way, in the future, she will have two good sons."
Upon hearing that, Lady Granger turned around and responded with a smile, eyebrows raised: "Wow, actually, I think two kids are a bit too few."
"I will never have children!"
Hermione's face turned red.
Lady Granger patted her head.
Ian said no more, bowed slightly.
"You're welcome to come again, Lady Granger."
His voice was gentle.
"Thank you, little Divination Master."
Lady Granger left with Hermione. Ian began to pack up his stall to return home, just then he faintly heard Hermione's annoyed voice.
"Mom, divination is just not scientific! He must have eavesdropped on our conversation to know my name, these people just say sweet words!"
At this moment.
Lady Granger just patted Hermione's head: "Oh, Hermione, why care so much, it's only 5 Pounds, not important to us, but to that child, he can have a hearty meal because of it. If conditions allowed, what child your age would be out on the street making a living."
"His clothes have lots of patches, what a poor child..."
The voices faded away.
Ian then looked down at his clothes.
Indeed, they were quite worn.
This was actually last year's donation from a kind-hearted person, each year Ian could receive donated clothes, only, in the orphanage, after a few grabs by Jili, these clothes became the way they are now.
Jili is a cat, in that square, eerie old orphanage, the orphans' only pet companion. But really, it's just a stray cat that wandered here and didn't leave.
"Another good day's harvest."
Ian Prince packed up his stall, today he earned about 10 Pounds, which for a child is definitely decent income.
Of course.
To earn such income.
Ian certainly had something extraordinary.
Name: Ian Prince
Profession: Bloodline Mage
Magic Power: Level 4
Skills: Language Mastery (Level 3): 23/400
Biological Anatomy (Level 4): 796/800
Free Fighting (Level 3): 85/400
Psychology (Level 6): 42/3200
[Extraordinary Trait in Psychology: Thought Perception.]
...
Indeed.
Ian owned an Attribute Panel, only, there were no system tasks, nor any system elves, just a panel that gave him the trait of "Effort Makes Strong".
Very basic.
Yet very useful.
Seeing results from effort is enough positive encouragement for most, not to mention skill upgrades also bring Ian extra benefits—Extraordinary Traits.
An Extraordinary Trait is a skill that, once reaching Level 5, grants some sort of additional bonus, giving Ian some powerful features derived from that skill.
And if a skill can reach Level 10, it gains a more powerful Legendary Trait. However, Ian, until now, had not successfully achieved a Level 10 skill.
Gaining skill proficiency is not easy, like today, he only gained five points in Psychology proficiency, requiring him to convince over three thousand people to upgrade.
Well.
Shouldn't call it convincing.
Providing emotional value counts as giving, doesn't it?
It was through Thought Perception, reading many customers' minds, that Ian was able to run his divination business successfully and gain some fame in this area.
"Small beginnings don't count as beginnings."
Ian evaluated his Golden Finger, carrying his gear back to the orphanage—being a Transmigrator, the classic start is always the norm.
"Hey, Ian, wait, don't go back yet."
"There's a Santa Claus here!"
Ian pushed his cart back to the worn-out orphanage.
A group of children surrounded him.
And Ian saw a flash of a figure up ahead.
"Nonsense, it's obviously Gandalf."
Ian corrected the child.
At this moment.
He felt very conflicted.
He's been waiting for this day.
However.
Never expected.
This day would come so soon, and the person who came would be—Albus Dumbledore.
Watching the white-bearded old man heading to the director's office.
Ian Prince felt somewhat puzzled.
Strange.
Isn't Hogwarts supposed to send an owl first and then have a professor come to explain?