Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

Since the start of the school year, Peter's academic brilliance had become common knowledge throughout Hogwarts.

Hermione had once been eager to compete with him, but perhaps due to spending too much time with underachievers like Ron and Harry, her obsession with extra credit had gradually faded. These days, only point deductions could truly ignite her temper.

That morning, as Peter was pretending to mull over the trio's questions, an owl swooped into the Great Hall and dropped a package right onto Ron's head.

"Ow bloody Zhu Weiqiong! I knew it's had it in for me from the start!" Ron cried, rubbing his head.

The package had been delivered by the Weasley family's new owl Zhu Weiqiong, named by Ginny. This young eagle owl had recently taken over for the aging Errol and now bore the exhausting task of delivering letters for the entire Weasley clan.

Zhu Weiqiong landed gracefully next to Peter and cast Ron a condescending glance, full of lofty disdain, as if silently judging him unworthy.

Ever since Ron had jokingly called it "Piggy," Zhu Weiqiong had refused to so much as acknowledge his existence.

"That bird's got an attitude problem," Ron grumbled.

Peter smirked and unwrapped the package.

Inside were three items: a Slytherin Quidditch robe, a brand-new Nimbus Two Thousand, and a leather-bound notebook with the Hogwarts crest stamped in silver.

Harry blinked. "Wait you're joining the team?"

Ron's jaw dropped. "You're really playing Quidditch? You hate Quidditch!"

Peter smiled slyly. "Who said I hate it? I just never had a reason to join."

Hermione leaned in. "Let me guess. Snape gave you a reason?"

Peter didn't deny it. "Think of it as…a scientific field test."

Harry looked wary. "So you're playing Seeker?"

Peter tilted his head. "No. Not Seeker. I've got something more interesting in mind."

Ron gave a dramatic gasp. "You're going to knock Harry off his broom, aren't you?"

Peter raised an eyebrow. "If he falls, that's on him."

Hermione groaned. "Why do I feel like this is going to turn into a disaster?"

Peter tucked the notebook under his arm and said coolly, "Because it probably will."

And just like that, the Quidditch rivalry of the century had officially begun.

Harry didn't want to waste time arguing with Ron, who was still flailing around with the owl.

He kept his eyes fixed on the package that had just arrived and asked cautiously, "Peter, what is that…?"

Peter opened the package with a bright smile and nodded. "Just what you're thinking, Harry. A Nimbus Two Thousand!"

"Merlin's beard…"

Ron clutched his chest dramatically like he'd just been stabbed, staring at the gleaming broom. In his mind, it might as well have been a bag full of gold galleons.

"You you actually bought a Nimbus Two Thousand?" he asked, stunned.

"Of course not," Peter replied easily. "Professor Snape did."

The answer hit Harry like a Bludger to the stomach. The scene felt far too familiar. Just weeks ago, he'd received the same model broomstick as a gift from Professor McGonagall after being made Gryffindor's Seeker.

Hermione's eyes widened. She quickly covered her mouth, catching on immediately. "Peter, you're joining the Quidditch team too?"

"Exactly, Hermione," Peter replied cheerfully. "Professor Snape believes I have natural talent for Quidditch and wants me to help lead Slytherin to victory."

He grinned at her, looking pleased with himself.

But while Peter's tone was full of lightness and humor, Harry couldn't smile at all.

Something about this turn of events felt very wrong.

…He paused awkwardly, then tried, "Well… even if Peter is strong, so what? You're the youngest Seeker in a century! And you've already caught the Snitch in practice like three times, right?"

Harry didn't reply. He just stared at the bed canopy, mind churning.

Ron sighed and sat on the edge of his bed. "Look, mate. Peter might be brilliant at flying, potions, spells, you name it but that doesn't mean you're not good too. He's your friend, isn't he?"

Harry nodded slowly.

"Then stop worrying. You're not racing him. You're flying for your team. That's what matters."

Harry didn't answer, but he gave a faint smile in the dark.

He still hadn't asked about Nicolas Flamel. And despite all the other chaos, it somehow slipped his mind again before he fell asleep.

That night, Harry dreamed of racing Peter through a thunderstorm on matching Nimbus Two Thousands. The sky cracked open with lightning, and far below, a three-headed dog howled from under a trapdoor.

And at the very end of the dream, just as Harry reached for the Snitch, Peter turned toward him and said, "You still haven't figured it out, Harry who Nick Flamel really is."

On Saturday, the calendar officially turned to October, and the temperature in the Scottish Highlands plunged even further.

That morning, a layer of frost coated the grass like silver dust.

Today marked the Slytherin Quidditch team's training session. As the second first-year in Hogwarts history to join a house team as Seeker after Harry Potter Peter's debut attracted a huge crowd.

By the time Harry and Ron arrived, the stands were already packed. Students from Slytherin and Hufflepuff filled the seats, jostling for a better view. Cedric Diggory had brought along a group of classmates who often discussed Transfiguration with Peter. Together, they held a banner painted with bold letters: "Go Peter!"

In the Ravenclaw section, beautiful girls huddled together, their laughter fluttering like ribbons in the wind. The air shimmered with enchanted sparkles and soft fireworks. Some of them shrieked playfully, calling out to Peter as he zipped overhead on his broom.

Slytherin's support, naturally, was thunderous.

But what surprised Ron the most was the presence of Gryffindors in the crowd cheering, clapping, even laughing.

Most outrageous of all were the twins.

Fred and George were waving a huge bed sheet that had a magically animated comic strip sketched across it: Peter riding a broom, looping through the sky, and snatching the Golden Snitch in midair.

Hermione was there too, wand raised, casting a spell that made the drawing shift and move realistically.

Ron's jaw dropped. His face turned red with fury as he yelled, "You two are traitors!"

The twins looked down from the stands and replied cheerfully, "That's our brother, Ronnie."

"Yours too, Ronnie."

Ron gritted his teeth and turned to Harry. "They're totally trying to suck up to Peter. No way they'd pull this nonsense if I joined the team. You think they'd make me a banner?"

He huffed. "They'd probably just hand me a mop."

Harry was in no mood to chat. The moment he spotted Wood, he squeezed past the crowd with Ron to reach him.

Wood didn't appear upset. He patted Harry on the shoulder and reassured him, "Don't worry, Harry. I refuse to believe anyone out there has more talent than you!"

That is… until the Slytherin training began.

Today's practice focused on testing Peter's skill in catching the Golden Snitch. The rest of the Slytherin team acted as opponents, trying to distract and hinder him by smacking Bludgers at him and performing tight intercept maneuvers.

Peter, wearing protective goggles, hovered above the pitch on his brand-new Nimbus 2000, glancing down at the crowd below.

"…I think I underestimated just how popular Quidditch really is."

Sure, he knew from the books that Quidditch was the wizarding world's most beloved sport.

But ever since arriving in this world, Peter had never actually sat down and watched a full game, let alone experienced the roar of a live audience. So this scene a packed stadium filled with cheers, magical streamers, and waving banners still caught him off guard.

As he hovered in the air, one thought emerged in his mind: The popularity Quidditch brings… that should count as fame, right?

Just look at the dozens no, hundreds of young wizards below, all from various houses, and through them, all the families connected to them. If he could dazzle them all today, wouldn't that help boost his monthly reputation growth?

At the very least, that ought to earn him +1 Fame Point.

"Alright then," he muttered, gripping the broom tighter. "Time to get serious."

Peter gripped the broom handle tightly, placed his feet on the broom pads, and leaned forward slightly.

With a sharp whistle, Captain Flint released the Golden Snitch, and the other team members immediately sprang into action, moving to block Peter's line of sight and obstruct his flight path.

But all of it was in vain.

Harry had been right Peter's reflexes were easily on par with his own. The moment Peter pressed down on his broom, the incredible power of the Nimbus 2000 surged to life.

The players tasked with intercepting him only saw a black blur streak past.

One of them nearly collided with Peter midair.

But Peter twisted nimbly, guiding his broom through the chaos.

He darted between bodies and bludgers like wind through a forest, weaving effortlessly through the mess of players and heading straight for the golden flicker of light dancing below.

One minute later, Peter raised his hand high, the Golden Snitch gleaming between his fingers.

The stands erupted in thunderous cheers!

Harry looked up... and saw Wood's face turn pale.

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