In the eyes of Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, the young wizard he had kindly taken in was truly something extraordinary.
At such a young age, living alone, working four jobs a day—yet unlike other young wizards, he didn't indulge in play or treats.
His only hobby was reading.
Such discipline. Such perseverance.
Even most adult wizards couldn't match it.
At least, Tom knew he couldn't.
More importantly, Lewis wasn't just hardworking—he was incredibly aptitudeed in magic.
Over the past two months, Tom himself had taught him four spells:
Summoning Charm, Levitation Charm, Water-Making Charm, and the Mending Charm.
No matter which spell it was, the boy mastered it after seeing it just once.
And this was a Muggle-born wizard.
That meant before receiving his Hogwarts letter, he had never received any magical education.
Yet his performance surpassed that of any half-blood—or even pure-blood—wizard.
Tom had never seen such a gifted child.
As a result, Lewis's待遇 improved even further.
In addition to his morning bacon sandwich, Tom would occasionally prepare snacks for him.
And during this time, Lewis also met Tom's granddaughter—
Hannah Abbott.
A rosy-cheeked girl with golden hair.
Yes—the very same future "sorting hat stall record holder."
Lewis hadn't expected her to be Tom's granddaughter.
Over the past two months, the two had become friends.
As the start of term approached, Lewis gradually quit his part-time jobs.
After two months of work, he had saved up 25 Galleons.
With that money, he bought a brand-new robe from Madam Malkin's for formal occasions, and a brass folding telescope from Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment.
He didn't need to buy a cauldron—Slug & Jiggers Apothecary had gifted him a sturdy second-hand one.
And Hayden Trist from the Magical Creatures Shop gave him a barn owl for delivering letters.
He named it "Hermo," as a small tribute to his previous life.
Before departure, Lewis reviewed his status panel one last time:
Name: Lewis Green
Race: Human
Level: LV2 Wizard / LV1 Psion
Attributes:
Strength: 7
Constitution: 7
Dexterity: 8
Intelligence: 14
Perception: 12
Charisma: 14
aptitudes: Heaven-Defying Comprehension, Psionics LV1, Magic LV2, Magic Resistance LV1
Spells:
0th Circle: Read Magic (Passive), Scouring Charm, Sweeping Charm, Levitation Charm, Dancing Lights, Copying Spell, Summoning Charm
1st Circle: Conceal Thoughts, Cutting Charm, Charm Person (Passive), Animal Communication (Passive), Comprehend Languages, Scholar's Touch
2nd Circle: Mending Charm
4th Circle: Dimensional Anchor
After two months of constant magic use, his wizard level had increased, along with his magical power—and he had gained basic magic resistance.
His Strength and Constitution had also increased, thanks to improved nutrition.
Combined with his expanding spell list and over ten Galleons in his pocket, these two months had been incredibly fulfilling.
Watching Lewis leave with his luggage, Tom felt a wave of emotion.
It felt like just yesterday that the skinny boy had asked about the cheapest room.
Now, two months later, he had grown taller and stronger.
Luckily, his robes had been bought slightly oversized—otherwise, they wouldn't fit anymore.
"Kid, study hard at Hogwarts. Don't waste your aptitude," Tom called out, waving from behind the counter.
Lewis waved back before leaving the Leaky Cauldron.
At 10:30 a.m., Lewis arrived at King's Cross Station.
Luggage, cauldron, books, owl cage…
For an eleven-year-old, carrying everything was no easy task.
He silently vowed—
Once he had the chance, he would master the Undetectable Extension Charm.
Whether you knew that spell or not made a world of difference when traveling.
Soon, he found Platforms 9 and 10.
Between them stood nothing but a few pillars.
Lewis counted to the third pillar and reached out.
Solid.
Which meant—
He needed speed.
Gripping his luggage, he charged straight at the barrier with suicidal determination.
In an instant—
The world changed.
It felt like stepping back a hundred years.
A vintage platform. Old-fashioned clothing. Steam drifting overhead.
Beside the crowded platform stood a deep red steam locomotive.
The sign read:
Hogwarts Express — 11:00
With time to spare, Lewis quickly boarded.
What was it like to ride a train full of students?
Lewis had only one thought—
Too noisy.
Laughter, chatter, farewells, luggage being dragged everywhere…
"…Lewis Green?!"
A surprised voice called from behind.
Lewis turned.
A familiar face.
Messy black hair. Glasses. A slightly delicate look.
Harry Potter.
Back in primary school, Lewis had thought it was just a coincidence of names.
Now that he looked closely…
There was indeed something about him.
"Hello, Harry. Didn't expect to see you here," Lewis said, feigning surprise.
"Excuse me—sorry—coming through!" Harry dragged his trunk through the crowd.
"This is amazing, Lewis! I didn't know you were a wizard too!" Harry said excitedly. "Uncle Vernon tried everything to stop me from getting my letter—but Hagrid came to get me in the end!"
He looked thrilled—like he'd just reunited with a long-lost friend.
Lewis understood.
For a boy who had lost his parents, suddenly entering an unfamiliar world—it was natural to feel uneasy.
Meeting a familiar face became a source of comfort.
"Neither did I," Lewis replied, adjusting his trunk. "Let's find a compartment first. If we wait too long, we might have to sit separately."
Together, they moved toward the back of the train and finally found an empty compartment.
After settling in, Harry couldn't hold back his curiosity.
"When did you find out you were a wizard? I once turned a teacher's wig blue—and I accidentally freed a snake at the zoo. But I only realized it was magic this summer."
"I've been able to move objects with my mind since I was young," Lewis said. "Like you, I only learned it was magic this summer."
"Maybe we can hang out during holidays in the future," Harry suggested eagerly.
"Sure," Lewis agreed casually.
In truth, he knew—
Once sorting happened, if they ended up in different houses, their relationship would likely fade.
Right now, his focus was clear:
Study magic.
Master it.
Surpass even Dumbledore.
As for the so-called "chosen one's adventures"—
Those weren't his concern.
Just as Harry kept talking and Lewis responded absentmindedly—
The train jolted.
Slowly, it began to move.
Leaving London behind—
And heading north, toward the Scottish Highlands.