Lucien checked the Diricawl's body while controlling a quill to record data.
These plump little birds were no longer afraid of him; they darted around him playfully.
Even when Lucien gently picked them up to examine them, they simply thought he was playing.
Phew—this animal affinity really made close-range asurents much easier.
It also saved him the trouble of using a Sleeping Draught to knock them out, then flipping them over repeatedly to asure.
Uh, in that case, when he observed the Mooncalf last ti, had the incense been unnecessary? Could he have just walked over confidently?
Never mind—Little Qilin had only just awakened then, and he hadn't noticed the animal affinity trait himself.
In the future, when observing magical creatures, he should first stay hidden and record their natural behavior.
Then, he could summon Lun to calm the creatures.
He glanced at Lun—now surrounded by Diricawls, with one or two chicks occasionally teleporting onto its back.
Lun didn't chase them off; instead, it gently licked the chicks.
The ones that had been licked looked visibly more energetic, chirping even more cheerfully.
As expected of an auspicious creature, Lucien couldn't help but think.
As the owner of a Qilin, he had gained the animal affinity trait himself, so the Qilin's own ability must be even stronger.
As soon as the Qilin appeared just now, the Diricawls had dropped their guard; if he hadn't been nearby, they probably would have imdiately snuggled up to it.
Wait, that's not right—hadn't Lun said that Fang was very afraid of it when it went to Hagrid's vegetable patch before?
Did Lun scare Fang? It shouldn't have.
Hagrid had ntioned that Fang was very timid. Could it be that Fang was simply afraid of unfamiliar creatures, even if the other party was an auspicious Qilin?
He should try it soti.
Lucien suppressed his thoughts and continued recording the Diricawls' information.
At the sa ti, he collected so of their scattered feathers, a common magical material.
Once the Diricawl records were complete, Lucien patted Lun.
"All right, we can go back now."
...
Inside Hagrid's hut.
Harry muttered knowledge points under his breath.
"Inkcap must have its black juice washed clean…"
"Armadillo bile must first be filtered through an ice crystal funnel, filtered three tis…"
Hagrid stirred a spoon in the iron pot, cooking dinner.
Considering that Lucien and Harry might stay, he had made extra.
A knocking sound echoed.
Hagrid got up to open the door, and Harry's recitation sped up.
"Oh, Lucien, you're back. Are you staying for dinner tonight?"
Lucien nodded, instinctively agreeing.
As he walked into the house, he saw half a large claw of so unknown creature sticking out of the bubbling soup in the iron pot.
Lucien's heart sank.
Oh no, he'd forgotten about Hagrid's terrifying cooking.
What kind of claw was that? Uh… whatever it was, not even a Softening Charm could fix it.
But seeing how happy Hagrid looked, Lucien didn't feel right making up an excuse to leave—especially after everything Hagrid had done to help him.
It was just one al. At worst, he'd cook so fried chips afterward to eat with it. With magic, cutting and cooking was fast anyway.
"Harry, how's your morization coming along?"
"Uh, almost, almost there."
Lucien nodded and sat down across from Harry.
"Okay, then let's start the dictation."
Harry's fingers, still gripping the book, tensed up.
"Wait—oh right! The magic book I asked Hagrid to get for has arrived. You should take a look first."
Saying this, Harry moved a heavy book from beside him and pushed it toward Lucien.
Lucien glanced at the cover—it looked like it was bound in dragon hide, with a large, gilded capital "P" embossed on the front.
So this was the Potter family's magic book. It was quite a hefty volu. Hadn't Harry noticed it when he went into the Gringotts vault?
He must have been blinded by all the glittering Galleons.
Lucien wondered what kind of knowledge was recorded inside; he was genuinely looking forward to it.
Just as he was about to open the magic book, he noticed Harry was still looking at him.
"Harry, why are you staring at ? Start your dictation."
"Aren't you going to read the book? I—I can wait a bit longer."
Lucien flipped through the book.
"You write yours, I'll read mine. Isn't that perfect?"
"You have twenty minutes to dictate the knowledge I asked you to morize."
As he spoke, Lucien also pulled out the transfigured pocket watch—which couldn't actually tell ti—and it sprang open with a click.
"Hmm, you now have nineteen minutes and fifty-five seconds."
Hearing that, Harry quickly picked up his quill and started writing.
Lucien put the pocket watch away and gently shook his head.
Isn't this just a kid stalling to avoid doing howork?
He began reading the Potter family's magic book.
Good—it was indeed filled with knowledge related to Alchemy and Potions.
No wonder this family had managed to accumulate wealth through Potion-making. It seed that, in addition to Harry's mother, his father's side had also been skilled in the field. His Potion talent wasn't surprising at all.
Adhesive Paste, Smoothing Water, Nose-Clearer…
Among the alchemical Potions used for golems and puppets, or the dical Potions for healing and saving lives, Lucien suddenly ca across a particularly interesting one.
Delayed Truth: The main ingredients are Exploding Fluid from a Horned Serpent and Acromantula venom. Mix them in a ratio of 7.9:2.1, then add auxiliary ingredients...
It can be made into a solid explosive Potion that cannot be ignited by fire, but will produce an extrely violent explosion upon receiving a second impact after the first.
Evaluation from the inventor, Bull Potter: Only incredibly powerful magic and explosions are truth, and delayed truth is also truth!
Lucien looked at this Potion with great interest.
Was this the magical world's version of a delayed-impact bomb? Fascinating.
Perhaps it could be used to refine special magical bullets?
If the structure was designed properly, it might even be possible to create a secondary acceleration effect or simple explosive rounds.
As for the ingredients, there were plenty of Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest—one of them even being Hagrid's old friend.
As for Horned Serpent Exploding Fluid, he could either ask Hagrid to help purchase it or write to Newt; Newt likely still kept Horned Serpents.
Haha, this Bull Potter was quite the character.
Lucien turned to the next page and saw a bright red warning on the first line:
When refining Delayed Truth, always pay attention to safety! Ancestor Bull ultimately died in an explosion accident.
Uh, such an important reminder should've been on the first page!
After reviewing a few more Potions, Lucien closed the book and began grading Harry's dictation.
After a series of crosses and checkmarks—
"Hmm, not bad. It's clear you tried hard to morize it."
Harry was just about to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Copy the incorrect points four tis, and redictate the wrong parts tomorrow."
"Ah—do I have to redictate?"
"Should mistakes just be left as mistakes?"
Harry lowered his head in frustration, but then suddenly rembered sothing.
He pulled two Potion bottles from his pocket and handed them to Lucien.
"Lucien, can you check if these are effective enough?"
Lucien took them, uncapped them, and inspected the contents.
Bright-Eyes Potions.
Ah, right—Snape's Potion class was tomorrow.
Lucien seed to think of sothing amusing and looked at Harry with a smile.
"This Potion is fine."
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