Rising Fame and Responsibilities

The victory of the Falmouth Falcons had placed Ezekiel at the center of the wizarding world's attention. His performance was nothing short of legendary, and the Daily Prophet wasted no time in making him the headline of their next issue.

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"YOUNGEST PROFESSIONAL CHASER DOMINATES THE FIELD – LORD RAVENCLAW SHINES IN DEBUT MATCH!"

The article praised his agility, precision, and ability to read the game, calling him a once-in-a-generation talent. There was even speculation about him being a future national team player.

Sitting at the breakfast table in Ravenclaw Manor, Ezekiel skimmed through the article while enjoying a cup of tea.

Daphne, sitting beside him, smirked. "Enjoying all the praise, Lord Quidditch Star?"

Ezekiel chuckled. "It's not bad, but I'd rather let my actions speak for themselves."

Fleur, who had just arrived for a visit, picked up another newspaper. "You're also in the French magical press, mon amour. They're calling you 'Le Faucon d'Angleterre'—The Falcon of England."

Ezekiel raised a brow. "That's… dramatic."

Fleur winked. "Everything about you is dramatic, non?"

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Despite his rising fame in the Quidditch world, Ezekiel could not neglect his duties as Lord Ravenclaw.

A few days after the match, he found himself once again in the grand halls of the Wizengamot, dressed in his noble attire, seated among the most powerful witches and wizards of Britain.

The agenda for the meeting was the handling of Sirius Black's escape and the continued use of Dementors in Britain.

One of the older Lords scoffed. "The boy is barely out of Hogwarts, and we're to take his opinions on serious matters?"

Ezekiel leaned forward, his voice calm yet firm. "With all due respect, I was not given this seat to warm it. If I see something that endangers our society, I will speak out."

Several Lords nodded in approval, while others narrowed their eyes.

He continued, "Dementors are unreliable and uncontrollable. Placing them around Hogwarts was an unforgivable mistake. What's stopping them from turning on students?"

There was a murmur of agreement. Even Amelia Bones, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, gave him an approving nod.

Though the matter was not settled yet, Ezekiel knew he had planted the seed of doubt in their minds.

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With the Christmas break approaching, Ezekiel's life had become a mix of professional Quidditch, Wizengamot duties, and personal life with Daphne and Fleur.

At Hogwarts, the excitement around him had not faded.

Alys and Daphne took great pleasure in teasing him.

"I can't even go down the corridor without hearing girls talk about 'Lord Malverne the Quidditch Star,'" Alys mocked with a smirk.

Daphne leaned against him. "Should I be worried about all your fangirls?"

Ezekiel chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist. "You already have me, love. They don't stand a chance."

Fleur, smirking, added, "Neither of us have anything to worry about. Our dear Ezekiel knows where he belongs."

Their relationship had truly settled into a comfortable yet passionate dynamic, and Ezekiel wouldn't have it any other way.

As his life continued to evolve, he knew one thing—his journey was far from over.

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