The next morning, Lewis woke up as usual and headed to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Staying up all night hadn't affected his routine at all.
As the owls swooped into the hall like every morning, everyone's attention was drawn to a long, narrow package carried by six long-eared owls.
To everyone's surprise, the owls descended toward the Gryffindor table—
and landed right in front of Harry Potter.
Lewis could clearly see the excitement on Harry's face.
But at the same time, Lewis noticed something else—
he had received a message too.
His owl, Hemmer, had flown in as usual to freeload breakfast and play around—
but this time, there was a note tied to its leg.
It was from Professor Flitwick, asking Lewis to see him after breakfast.
What does he want with me?
Lewis was puzzled, but he quickly finished his last bite and headed off.
Inside Professor Filius Flitwick's office, the small professor greeted him with his usual cheerful smile.
"Mr. Green, I'm glad you came. Your performance since the start of term has been outstanding. I'm delighted to see another aptitudeed wizard join Ravenclaw."
"No matter the subject, your results are exceptional—even Madam Pince has spoken highly of you."
"But I must say, aside from studying, there are many other interesting things for a young wizard like you to explore. If your life is only about studying, you may eventually grow weary—and that wouldn't be good."
Flitwick spoke earnestly.
"Thank you, Professor. I'll keep that in mind," Lewis replied. "But to me, reading is already the greatest enjoyment."
He understood something fundamental—
most people preferred instant gratification and disliked delayed rewards.
For most, studying was delayed gratification.
That's why so many grew tired of it.
But for Lewis, learning was instant gratification.
Everything he read, he remembered.
Everything he tried, he mastered.
With that kind of aptitude, the sense of achievement was immediate—and addictive.
Still, he had to admit—
Flitwick was a truly responsible Head of House.
He cared not just about academics, but about students' lives as well.
A rare teacher.
Hearing his answer, Flitwick looked even more pleased.
"To be so dedicated at your age—you surpass even my younger self. No wonder you've achieved so much in just a week."
Then, he suddenly asked:
"But you should also pay attention to things beyond study… for example—are you interested in Quidditch?"
There it was.
The real purpose.
Quidditch?
Me?
Lewis's eyes flickered slightly.
This was probably related to Harry's special recruitment.
Still, he played along.
"I should remind you, Professor—first-years aren't allowed to have brooms, nor can they join Quidditch teams."
"Yes, yes, that is the rule," Flitwick said with a knowing smile. "But I heard yesterday that Harry Potter was specially recruited—becoming the youngest Seeker in a century."
"And you, Mr. Green—your performance in flying class was just as impressive."
"And most importantly—Miss Reanlun strongly recommended you."
Reanlun?
Lewis searched his memory.
Cirilla Fiona Reanlun.
Ciri… recommended me?
Flitwick continued,
"Miss Reanlun is a Chaser on the Ravenclaw team. Since she joined, our performance has improved greatly. I highly value her judgment."
Speaking of Quidditch, his eyes lit up.
"But even with her, Ravenclaw hasn't been able to reclaim the championship for years."
"After hearing about your flying ability, she believes you are the final piece we need—and I completely agree."
So that was it.
They wanted to recruit him into the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.
To be honest, while Lewis enjoyed flying, he had never played Quidditch.
As a Muggle-born, he wasn't particularly interested in it.
But—
this was Ciri's recommendation.
That changed things.
First, he wanted to get to know her—the girl who shouldn't exist in this world.
Joining the team would be the perfect opportunity.
Second, Quidditch was wildly popular among wizards.
If he wanted influence, being a Quidditch star was far more effective than being a top student.
Just look at Viktor Krum—wherever he went, he had admirers.
And lately—
Lewis had begun to feel the urge to reveal more of his abilities.
To bring some change to this world.
Teaching Hermione magic was just the beginning.
Becoming a recognized prodigy—and joining the Quidditch team—
would only accelerate that.
After a brief moment of thought, Lewis nodded firmly.
"Of course, Professor. I'd be honored to join the team."
"Excellent!" Flitwick beamed. "Come along, then—I believe they've scheduled practice this morning."
The two left the office together.
Along the way, they ran into a heated argument between Gryffindor and Slytherin students.
"That's not some outdated broom—it's a Nimbus 2000! And what did you say you have at home, Malfoy? A Comet 260?"
Ron Weasley's voice rang out proudly.
"Comets shine bright—just like a coward with no honor!" Malfoy shot back sharply. "But they're not even in the same league as a Nimbus."
Then, his voice turned biting.
"So it was you, Weasley—you spread those rumors! A disgrace to pure-bloods. You're just jealous of my family's honor."
"You can't even afford a proper broomstick. I bet you and your brothers have to piece one together twig by twig!"
Lewis smirked slightly.
His plan had worked.
Malfoy's words were sharp—but beneath them was obvious frustration.
He would've enjoyed watching longer—
but Professor Flitwick had already stepped in.
"I trust there's no fighting here, children?"
"Someone sent Potter a broom, Professor!" Draco Malfoy immediately complained.
"Yes, yes, I'm aware," Flitwick said, smiling at Harry. "Professor McGonagall has explained the situation to me. Tell me, Mr. Potter—what model did you receive?"
"A Nimbus 2000, sir."
Harry struggled not to grin as he saw Malfoy's stunned expression.
"I suppose I owe it to Malfoy," he added.
If Malfoy hadn't stolen Neville's Remembrall, Harry wouldn't have had the chance to join the team.
"Congratulations, Mr. Potter," Flitwick said.
Then he turned to Lewis.
"And Mr. Green—you'll be receiving a similar gift soon."
He clearly had no intention of letting McGonagall have all the glory.
Lewis was slightly surprised.
So I get one too?
He smiled.
"Thank you, Professor."
Then he glanced at Malfoy.
"Well… I suppose I should thank you as well."
Leaving Malfoy completely dumbfounded, Lewis followed Flitwick away.
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