Early the next morning, Lewis's biological clock pulled him out of sleep.
Before leaving the dormitory, he took a look at his schedule.
This term, there were eight subjects: Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy, Herbology, and Flying.
Most days had two classes in the morning and one in the afternoon.
Astronomy was the exception—it took place at night. After all, no one expected students to observe stars in broad daylight.
The best part?
The first class didn't start until 9 a.m., leaving plenty of time for breakfast.
Lunch was from 11 to 12.
Dinner ran from 4 all the way to 7, accommodating longer afternoons.
Even better—
Friday afternoons were free.
Weekends were completely off.
A schedule like this would make any Muggle middle schooler weep with envy.
Hogwarts operated on a three-term system, with breaks for Christmas, Easter, and summer.
After quietly getting dressed and washing up, Lewis grabbed his books and left Ravenclaw Tower.
He didn't head to breakfast.
Instead—
He went searching for the place he had been most excited about since arriving at Hogwarts.
The Room of Requirement.
Also known as the Come and Go Room.
A place that appeared only when someone truly needed it.
When it did, it would transform perfectly to suit the seeker's needs.
Even the Marauder's Map couldn't reveal it—or anyone inside.
If he could access it—
He would have a private space to study and experiment with magic beyond this world, without fear of being watched.
Fortunately, Hogwarts Legacy had done a decent job recreating the castle.
At least the major routes were accurate.
Even so—
Lewis nearly got lost.
Hogwarts had a total of 142 staircases.
Some were wide and grand.
Others narrow, shaky, and treacherous.
Some changed direction at specific times—like clockwork.
Others had vanishing steps that could send you falling if you weren't careful.
Magic would ensure you landed safely—
But that just meant climbing all the way back up again.
Then there were the doors.
Some required politeness.
Others needed to be poked in the right spot.
Some weren't doors at all—
Just walls pretending to be.
Paintings moved. Suits of armor walked.
Nothing stayed still.
According to legend, Rowena Ravenclaw designed much of this chaos—
to weed out the unintelligent.
Following his memory, Lewis made his way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower.
Up to the eighth floor.
Near the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy being beaten by trolls.
Opposite it—
Was the Room of Requirement.
Standing before the blank wall, Lewis cleared his mind.
Focusing only on one thought:
"I need a place to hide things."
He walked past the wall three times.
Then—
A smooth door appeared.
Without hesitation, he stepped inside.
Before closing it, he glanced back.
Darkness.
Nothing beyond.
It was as if the room had completely severed its connection to the corridor.
Inside—
Lewis's eyes widened.
The space was enormous.
Like a cathedral.
Or even a city.
Towering walls formed from countless hidden objects—
bottles, hats, trunks, chairs, books, weapons, brooms…
Thousands of years' worth of discarded items.
Everything Hogwarts had ever "vanished" ended up here.
Lewis knew—
One of Voldemort's Horcruxes, Ravenclaw's diadem, was hidden somewhere in this place.
A crown said to grant wisdom.
But he had no intention of searching for it.
Not yet.
Not until he was strong enough to protect himself.
Today—
He was here for something else.
After examining the piles of objects, he came to a conclusion.
Most of them were damaged.
But—
Repairable.
"With Reparo… this could work."
His eyes lit up.
"So my idea wasn't crazy after all."
"I can come here, pick out useful items, repair them… and sell them in Diagon Alley during the holidays."
"No one's managing this place anyway."
"Might as well profit from it."
"If this works, I won't have to work part-time jobs anymore."
Working had helped him learn—
But he wasn't a masochist.
If he could make money through magic instead—
Why not?
With his plan set, Lewis left the room.
The location was remote enough that no one would notice him coming and going.
He made his way to the Great Hall.
Breakfast had already begun.
"Lewis! Over here!"
Harry waved at him from the Gryffindor table.
Lewis pointed helplessly at the Ravenclaw emblem on his robe and declined, heading instead to his own table.
Stephen and Kevin were already eating like starved wolves.
"Wha'sh our firsh classh again?" Stephen mumbled through a mouthful of sausage.
"Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. Two-hour class. Shared with Gryffindor," Lewis replied, calmly assembling a bacon sandwich.
At that moment—
A flurry of wings filled the hall.
Owls.
Mail time.
Lewis's owl, Hermes, swooped down toward him—
empty-handed.
It seemed to have come just to join the others.
Lewis caught it mid-dive before it could crash into his cream soup, tore off some bacon, and fed it.
After eating, Hermes perched on his shoulder—
and began grooming his hair with its greasy beak.
Suddenly—
A shout erupted from across the hall.
"Someone tried to rob Gringotts?!"
"What happened?!"
Students gathered around a newspaper.
The Daily Prophet.
According to the report—
A dark wizard had broken into a vault beneath Gringotts.
The goblins claimed nothing had been stolen—
though the thief had narrowly escaped capture.
Lewis immediately understood.
The Philosopher's Stone.
So it had begun.
"Goblins really are unreliable…"
The commotion died down quickly.
Lewis and his roommates finished breakfast and stood up.
Time for their first class.
Transfiguration.