With extraordinary comprehension, I built a floating city at Hogwarts.

In Felius Frivi's office.

The short professor smiled as always: "Mr. Green, it's a pleasure to have you here. Everyone has seen your performance since the start of the semester, and I'm delighted that another genius wizard has come to Ravenclaw."

"You excel in every subject, and even Mrs. Pince from the library has praised you highly."

"But I must say, besides studying, there are many interesting things waiting for a young wizard like you to try. If your media only consists of studying, you will eventually get bored, which is not good for you."

Professor Flitwick spoke earnestly.

“Thank you, Professor Flitwick, I will keep that in mind. But I must say, reading is the greatest pleasure for me,” Levin replied.

Levin understood that humans prefer instant gratification and abhor delayed gratification.

The general public's learning is a typical example of delayed gratification, which is why there are so many people who dislike learning.

But for a genius like Levin, reading and learning are essentially instant gratification:

You can remember it as soon as you see it, and you can learn it as soon as you try it.

When you have such talent, the immediate sense of accomplishment and reward from learning is irresistible.

But he also had to admit that Professor Flitwick was a responsible dean.

He not only cares about students' academic performance, but also about their thoughts and lives; he is truly a rare and excellent teacher.

Hearing Levin's answer, Flitwick looked at him with even more admiration: "So young and so eager to learn, you are much better than I was at that age. No wonder you have such outstanding performance in just one week."

He paused, then suddenly asked, "But you also need to pay attention to things outside of studying, like... are you interested in Quidditch?"

At this point, Professor Flitwick finally revealed his true intentions.

Quidditch?

I?

Levin's eyes darted around, and he immediately made a guess.

This is probably related to Harry getting in through connections with Professor McGonagall.

However, he still deliberately said:

"I must remind you, Professor, that first-year students are not allowed to bring flying brooms or join the Quidditch team."

“Yes, yes, that’s the rule,” Professor Flitwick said, giving a knowing smile. “But I heard yesterday that Harry Potter of Gryffindor has been specially recruited to become the youngest Seeker in a century. And you, Mr. Green, have performed just as well in your flying lessons.”

"Most importantly, Miss Ray Allen strongly recommended you to me."

Lei Anlun?

Levin began searching his memory for the surname.

Ciri Fiona Leanren?

Ciri actually recommended him?

Flitwick continued, "Miss Rayanlen is the Ravenclaw Chaser, and Ravenclaw's Quidditch performance has improved a lot since she arrived. I've always been happy to take her advice."

When Quidditch was mentioned, Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up.

“But Miss Rayanlen alone cannot save Ravenclaw. We haven’t won the Quidditch Championship in a long time. After learning about your performance in the flying class, Miss Rayanlen believes that you are the final piece of the Ravenclaw championship puzzle, and I wholeheartedly agree.”

As expected, they intend to recruit Levin into the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

To be honest, although Levin liked flying, he had never played Quidditch.

Being a Muggle, he wasn't particularly interested in Quidditch.

But considering that it was Ciri's recommendation, he felt he should agree.

On the one hand, he wanted to get to know Ciri, the girl who shouldn't be in the Harry Potter world, and figure out why she was there.

Levin initially hesitated to approach them because they were strangers.

Joining a Quidditch team is obviously a good option.

On the other hand, Quidditch is indeed very popular among wizards.

If you want to increase your influence, being a Quidditch star is more effective than being a top student.

Just look at Durmstrang's Krum; wherever he goes, he has a group of fanatical admirers.

As he mastered more and more arcane magic, Levin was becoming increasingly eager to show his skills and bring some "small changes" to this magical world.

Agreeing to teach Hermione magic was just the beginning.

Becoming a recognized academic star and joining a Quidditch team can both help achieve this goal.

After careful analysis, Levin nodded vigorously:

“Of course, Professor Flitwick, I’d like to join the team.”

“Great! Come on then, kid, I’ll take you to the Quidditch team. I remember they applied for practice this morning.”

Professor Flitwick left the office with Levin, and on the way they encountered a lion cub arguing with a snake.

"This isn't some old-fashioned flying broomstick! This is a Nimbus 2000! You said you had something like that at home, Malfoy? Comet 260?"

Levin heard Ron Weasley's smug voice.

"Comets are quite dazzling, a perfect match for a coward like you with no honor! But they're not even in the same league as a light halo."

Then Malfoy retorted, his voice just as shrill: "It really was you, Weasley! You spread the rumors! You disgrace to the purebloods! You're just jealous of our family's glory, so you want to smear it. You poor wretch who can't even get a broom handle, I bet you and your brothers had to scrape together every single branch."

As expected, Levin's suggestion worked.

Malfoy's words were indeed sharp, but Levin could hear the impotent rage in them.

Levin originally wanted to enjoy this exciting verbal exchange a little longer.

But the dutiful Professor Flitwick had already stepped in to stop them: "I hope they're not arguing, kids?"

"Someone sent Potter a flying broomstick, Professor," Draco Malfoy hurriedly reported.

“Yes, yes, that’s right,” Professor Flitwick said, smiling at Harry. “Professor McGonagall explained the peculiarities to me. Mr. Potter, what model did you get?”

“Nimbus 2000, sir,” Harry said.

Seeing the horrified expression on Malfoy's face, he desperately tried to hold back his laughter.

“I was able to get it thanks to this Malfoy,” he added.

If Malfoy hadn't stolen Neville's Memory Ball, Harry wouldn't have had the chance to become a Gryffindor player.

“Congratulations, Mr. Potter,” Flitwick said, turning to Levin. “Mr. Green, you will soon receive the same gift.”

In this regard, he did not want Professor McGonagall to have all the credit.

Levin was taken aback upon hearing this.

Am I involved too?

He smiled slightly and said to Professor Flitwick, "Thank you, Professor."

Then he turned to Malfoy: "It seems I have a lot to do in return for you."

Then, to Malfoy's bewildered gaze, he left with Professor Flitwick.

Chapter 29 Teamwork on the Field

When Levin arrived at the stadium, he was not greeted by Roger Davis, the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, but by his recommender:

Shirela Rayanlun.

This gray-haired girl was tall, with graceful and toned figures.

Levin had to admit that, even in the flower-filled Ravenclaw, she was still a remarkably beautiful girl.

But in terms of temperament, she was unlike most Ravenclaw girls Levin had met.

Her long, gray hair was casually pulled back, and the tight-fitting sportswear she wore made her look even more dashing.

She held it in her hand.

As expected of Geralt's adopted daughter, the witch hunter from the original books.

Even now that he's a wizard, you can still see a hint of the style that comes with being a witcher.

“Hey, Professor Flitwick, Mr. Levin Green, over here!”

Almost at the same time, Ciri spotted them and waved to them in the sunlight.

"The rest is up to you, Mr. Green. Do your best." Professor Flitwick patted Levin on the shoulder encouragingly, then walked toward the castle.

Levin rushed over to Ciri's side.

The girl patted him on the shoulder enthusiastically: "Hi, Mr. Green, this isn't the first time we've met, hmm?"

Levin understood that she was referring to the first day of school.

In my shock, I accidentally called out her name.

But Levin wasn't embarrassed at all, and said generously, "You're right, Senior Lei Anlun. This is also the first time I've seen gray hair, and such a beautiful senior at that. I was quite surprised."

“Call me Ciri, or Ciri is fine too, Mr. Grin, then I can call you Levin.” Ciri covered her mouth happily at the handsome young man’s straightforward praise. “By the way, I thought you would be stronger.”

That's because I didn't have time to cast an attribute enhancement spell.

Levin curled his lip:

"Of course, Ciri, it's a pleasure to meet you."

With just a simple greeting, the distance between the two had been shortened considerably.

Then, Ciri kicked the edge of the wooden box with a flourish.

The lid of the box popped open, revealing the Quidditch equipment inside.

"Mr. Green, do you know anything about Quidditch?" Ciri asked. "Not the kind of knowledge you'd expect from a football fan."

“I’m Muggle-born, Ciri. I only had my magic broken this summer,” Levin replied with a wry smile. “All I know is that the red ball is a ghostly apparition. This boy is no ordinary person.”

Although he claimed to have never played Quidditch before, he knew the rules of Quidditch like the back of his hand:

He gave a detailed account of the basic rules, the purpose of each type of equipment, the responsibilities of each position, the specifications of the course, and even some basic tactics.

Although his understanding of them is still limited to the words.

"...I learned all of this from books," Levin added at the end.