"Coo! Coo!"
The owl's call snapped the reincarnator out of his excited daydream.
Seeing the impatience in the bird's eyes, Lewis hurriedly opened a drawer, took out a biscuit, broke it into small pieces, and placed them in front of it.
This was the mailman who could decide his fate—he had to be properly bribed.
While the owl lowered its head to peck at the food, Lewis pulled out paper and pen and began writing his reply.
As an adult at heart, he knew very well that, as an orphan from a Muggle orphanage, he couldn't act like some all-knowing expert just because he had read the Harry Potter series in his previous life.
He had to appear hesitant. Doubtful.
His wording had to match his age—like a precocious yet imaginative child.
Before long, the reply was finished.
"Well then… I'll leave it to you, Mr. Owl."
Placing the letter into the owl's talons, Lewis watched as the messenger took off into the distance.
Afterward, in a joking tone, he told the orphanage matron about it:
That a school calling itself Hogwarts had sent him an admission letter, and that he had already replied.
The matron naturally didn't believe him. She laughed and said, "Oh, little Lewis, perhaps some mischievous child is playing a prank on you. Don't worry about it."
But the very next day, reality slapped her in the face.
Early that morning, the orphanage door was knocked on.
Lewis opened it—and standing outside was a tall woman, around fifty or sixty years old, dressed in emerald-green robes. She wore glasses, carried an imposing aura, and had a stern expression.
Her sharp gaze examined the boy before her.
Black hair. Black eyes. Yellow-toned skin. Handsome features—but clearly undernourished.
"Mr. Lewis Green, correct?"
"Yes, that's me," Lewis nodded.
"I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts…"
So she's the one sent to pick me up.
Lewis nodded.
Compared to the McGonagall from the movies in his previous life, the witch before him shared only a similar style and demeanor. Her appearance was entirely different—which made sense. This was the real world, after all.
Even that "Savior" from his primary school days hadn't looked like the Harry Potter from the films. That was why Lewis hadn't recognized him.
"Wait!"
Behind Lewis, the matron spoke in surprise. "You're saying… you're from that magic school mentioned in the letter? This isn't really some—"
She didn't finish the word "prank."
Because from McGonagall's expression and presence alone, it was obvious—this was not someone who would joke around.
Looking at her, Lewis couldn't help but recall the strict discipline director from his high school days.
Before the matron could ask further, a wand appeared in McGonagall's hand.
With a light flick, she pointed it at the matron—and instantly, the woman's attitude changed.
"Oh! Welcome, Professor McGonagall. Thank you so much for taking in little Lewis. This is truly the best choice. You know, Lewis is a well-known genius in our orphanage. It's just a pity that… ah, never mind. Please, have a seat. I'll go prepare some tea."
Muttering to herself, the woman turned and left.
At the same time, a voice echoed in Lewis's mind:
[You have witnessed magic for the first time. Due to your intelligence from your previous life, you have awakened Heaven-Defying Comprehension. You now have a chance to gain sudden insight when learning new things.]"Lewis quickly realized that understanding something didn't mean he could use it freely. His body—and his magic—still had limits he couldn't ignore."
[You possess knowledge from countless worlds. Your arrival has influenced this world. Your comprehension allows you to grasp wisdom from across the multiverse.]
[You have observed the use of a mental suggestion spell. You have understood the power of the mind and awakened psionic abilities.]
[You have acquired passive psionic abilities: Charm Person, Conceal Thoughts.]
Heaven-defying comprehension?
Psionics?
Damn, this is insane.
So the Hogwarts acceptance letter was just the appetizer—this was the real cheat ability!
Psionics, in this context, came from a class in the D&D world known as the Psion.
These abilities originated from intense self-reflection and mental discipline, cultivating one's inner psychic power.
It was an internal force, drawn from life and consciousness itself—a purely mind-based power.
It could directly affect the mind and even produce effects similar to magic. But unlike spells, psionics were invisible, formless, and required no incantations or rituals. A single thought was enough.
Of course, the drawback was that psionics relied entirely on the user's inner strength. There was no vast spell list or magical textbooks to learn from—everything had to be discovered personally.
Even so, the Psion was a system no weaker than that of a wizard.
And as for discovering abilities on his own…
With Heaven-Defying Comprehension, what was there to fear?
As for his current abilities—
Charm Person could subtly influence others through mental suggestion, making them feel favorable toward him. It worked somewhat like hypnosis.
Of course, suggestion wasn't absolute mind control, but the advantage was that it left no trace. No one would even realize they had been influenced.
As for Conceal Thoughts, it was essentially the equivalent of Occlumency.
That meant Lewis no longer had to worry about the secrets buried in his mind—things that could shake this world—being casually uncovered by people like Snape, Dumbledore, or Voldemort.
As expected of a cheat ability—starting off with such a powerful package.
McGonagall had no idea that the young wizard before her had, in the blink of an eye, become a Psion.
Naturally cautious, Lewis revealed nothing. He maintained a confused, innocent expression and looked at her wand with concern.
"Is… is that magic? It won't have any bad effects on the matron, will it?"
McGonagall's stern expression softened slightly, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her lips.
"Don't worry, Mr. Green. This is just a simple suggestion spell. It won't harm her. She'll simply believe you're attending a decent Muggle school. It's best that magic remains unknown to Muggles."
She paused, then added:
"Muggle is the term we use for ordinary people who cannot use magic."
Then, right before Lewis's eyes, she transformed into a silver-tabby British Shorthair cat, with distinctive markings around her eyes resembling glasses.
"Wow! That's amazing!"
This time, Lewis's astonishment wasn't an act.
In his previous life, he had been an ordinary person. This was his first time witnessing Transfiguration—let alone the pinnacle of it: Animagus transformation.
[You have observed an Animagus transformation. You have gained Transfiguration Specialization. You have comprehended the transformation between humans and animals, leading you to insights about the Druid class from another world. You have unlocked Druid aptitude and obtained the basic ability: Animal Communication.]
[Transfiguration Specialization: You are proficient in Transfiguration spells. As you advance as a wizard, you will gradually comprehend all core Transfiguration spells.]
Just from watching an Animagus transformation, he had unlocked the Druid skill tree.
Truly a terrifying level of insight.
For now, he had only grasped basic animal communication—but he knew this was the first step toward shapeshifting.
Seeing such a reaction from a Muggle-born wizard, McGonagall was unsurprised.
"Mr. Green, have you ever noticed that you possess abilities other children do not?"
"You mean this?"
Lewis focused on a spoon on the table.
The spoon trembled, then bent sharply.
If this were the Pokémon world, McGonagall's accuracy would have dropped.
"Excellent control," McGonagall's eyes lit up as she reassessed him.
The display itself wasn't particularly powerful, but the fact that he could focus solely on bending the spoon without disturbing anything else on the table showed remarkable control over his magic.
That was something many young wizards struggled with.
This was a aptitudeed child.
"Well then, since it's still early, Mr. Green, come with me. I'll take you to purchase your school supplies."
"You can call me Lewis, Professor McGonagall. Before we leave, I'd like to inform the matron."
McGonagall waved her hand dismissively.
"That won't be necessary. Matters like this cannot be explained too clearly to Muggles."
If the matron had been the parent of a Muggle-born wizard, then yes—they had the right to know.
But as merely the head of an orphanage, she did not qualify as Lewis's guardian in that sense.
That was why McGonagall had used a Confundus Charm on her.
However, Lewis wasn't done asking questions. He looked slightly embarrassed.
"Um… Professor McGonagall, I'd really like to go with you, but… I don't have any money. I've only saved up nine pounds and fifteen pence over the years…"
Nine pounds and fifteen pence—barely enough for a shirt.
In the wizarding world, that was nothing.
McGonagall smiled gently.
"Mr. Green, I don't believe you need to worry about that. we've had students like you before. Hogwarts has long prepared for this. Each year, we provide an interest-free student loan. You may repay it after graduation once you have secured employment."
An interest-free student loan?
That's surprisingly generous.
Far more humane than certain systems… practically comparable to the china.
…Wait.
"we've had students like you before," she said.
Could the last one like me… have been Tom Riddle?