In the History of Magic classroom.
Lucien idly flipped through his textbook.
Suddenly, the professor for this class, Professor Binns, floated right through the blackboard into the room.
Yeah, this guy was a ghost.
Legend had it that he'd been teaching History of Magic since Hogwarts was founded.
Of course, back then, he was still alive.
One day during a lesson, he just forgot to bring his body along—and poof, he beca a ghost from then on.
Lucien couldn't help but wonder: Binns kept the job forever partly because he was genuinely knowledgeable, rattling off ancient history like it was nothing. Heck, he was part of history himself now.
But on the flip side, was it because hiring a ghost ant no salary?
"On my watch, we stick to the facts!"
Binns droned on without a hint of emotion in his voice.
That dusty old vacuum cleaner of a tone had the young witches and wizards nodding off like they'd been hit with a Sleeping Charm.
Terry, yawning his head off, stared at Lucien in awe. The guy was propping his chin up, actually looking engaged in this snoozefest.
"Lucien, doesn't this bore you to death?"
"It's alright."
To Lucien, History of Magic was dull because, well, history mostly was—unless it was so juicy "wild" tale or an official story that sounded just as outlandish. Most of it? Dry as dust.
And Professor Binns only stuck to "facts," skipping all the fun myths and legends.
Plus, the kids were used to professors pulling off cool spells mid-lecture. But ghosts couldn't handle complex magic anymore, so this pure theory stuff was as torturous as Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.
Seeing Terry start nodding off too, Lucien murmured—half to him, half to himself:
"History's important knowledge too. Sotis, if you can't make sense of what's happening now, crack open a history book. You might find sothing similar."
"Magic advances, sure—but have wizards really changed that much?"
"After all, it's wizards who drive magical history forward."
...
History of Magic finally wrapped up, and Professor Binns floated straight through the blackboard to leave.
Most of the students didn't even realize class was over—they were still half-asleep.
Lucien grabbed his book and headed out.
After a few steps, he called out to the little witch ahead.
"Hermione, not waiting for Harry and Ron?"
She shook her head, her bushy brown curls bouncing wildly.
"I tried waking them, but Harry was mumbling 'boil the crystalline snake venom for five minutes before adding,' and Ron kept yelling about fish fillets, chicken legs, and atballs. No dice."
Lucien chuckled at that.
Looks like Harry was putting in real effort—reciting the howork assignnts even in his dreams.
Ron? Yeah, that kid was clearly well-fed.
"Yesterday, chatting with Harry, he ntioned the three-headed dog again, but he'd forgotten which room it was in..."
Hermione suddenly eyed Lucien warily.
"Lucien, that thing's dangerous! Even with your fancy healing potion, you can't just go near it!"
Whoa, the girl's sharp—gotta hand it to her, she's the early MVP of the trio.
And she thinks qilin saliva is just so healing potion? That's probably the normal reaction.
The other day, he caught Ron sneaking a bottle of drool from Fang. Eh, better remind him to toss it soti.
"Nah, I just figured you all forgetting the way there makes sense—it was pretty chaotic."
That rubbed Hermione the wrong way, and she huffed.
"I didn't forget! From the trophy room, right turn up the stairs, wait for the staircase to shift..."
Lucien nodded with a smile as she rattled off the full route to the three-headed dog's room.
Kids gonna be kids—info secured.
Now he could borrow so blood from the dog for that adhesive brew.
Then it'd be ti to build and assemble the chanical animal's body.
Yeah, three-headed dogs were magical creatures too. Sha there was just the one upstairs—no pack.
As an observation subject, the data on it was incomplete.
He'd already logged the lunatic beast, the puffapod bird, and the acromantula—three magical animals down. Two more, and he'd pay off that pet growth loan.
Thanks to the little qilin's animal affinity, this was a lot easier.
Better wrap up the loan quick.
Then he could write Newt and see about trading for so re'em blood—er, exploding fluid from a poisonhorn beast.
Once he brewed the "Truth of Tardiness" potion, he could experint with special alchemical bullets.
"Hey, speaking of, Lucien—Harry's been hanging around you a lot lately."
Lucien shrugged casually.
"Yeah, it's been good. He's been asking for so study tips."
"No wonder. I've seen him at als, flashcards in hand, morizing away."
Hermione paused, then asked with a hint of excitent:
"Oh, right—Lucien, heading to the library this weekend?"
He thought it over.
These next few days were for alchemy practice—chanical animal, special bullets, all hands-on stuff.
Library might not fit.
"If I've got ti, you'll run into . Catch you later."
"And hey, your mory's killer."
With a wave, Lucien headed off to the Forbidden Forest again, hoping to spot a lucky magical creature.
It was a genuine complint, and his tone was sincere, but Hermione still felt a bit off about it.
...
The Forbidden Forest.
Lucien cradled a fluffy ball, tossing it up and catching it.
"Goo-jee—"
A soft chirp ca from the ball.
He worked two quills at once: one scribbling furiously.
Puffball.
Round body, covered in soft fur.
Docile temperant—doesn't mind being tossed around...
The other sheet read:
Dear Mr. Newt Scamander:
I am Lucien Grafton. Thank you for your guidance on the Undetectable Extension Charm.
I've got the hang of stabilizing magical solidification, but expanding the space...
...Also, for a recent alchemical project, I might need so poisonhorn beast exploding fluid. I was wondering if you...
He sealed the letter, slipped it into a small satchel, and hung it around the little qilin's neck.
"Luster, with the address, can you Apparate straight there?"
He asked because wizards Apparating to unknown spots risked splinching.
Even though Luster's Apparition was wizard-level pro, Lucien double-checked.
"No worries, Master—I've got it. Might be a little off, but I can tweak it or fly the short distance if needed."
Lucien patted the qilin's head.
"Good. When you go tonight, stay safe—out and back quick."
"And rember your manners."
Luster jiggled the satchel on its neck.
"Got it—you taught , after all."
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