What Grade is Lucien In? Liuguang is a Qilin

The Forbidden Forest at Dawn.

Lucien smiled and looked at the little Unicorn.

"How about this name? Or would you like to change it?"

"I really, really like it."

Because it was newly born, the little Unicorn had some difficulty communicating, but it still tried its best to express its happiness.

Aurora walked over slowly, Lucien, afraid she would fall, took a few steps forward.

Following her parents' example, Aurora placed the short little horn on Lucien's hand and gently rubbed it.

Perhaps because he was too young, no aura of blessing emanated from him, but it still made Lucien smile very happily.

"Newt, isn't this a beautiful scene?"

Dumbledore watched Lucien interact with the little Unicorn, adjusted his glasses, wiped his eyes, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, the birth of life, the allure of new life."

Newt gently stroked his palm. He had delivered many kinds of Magical Creatures, but none had ever been as impressive as tonight.

He personally performed a cesarean section on Unicorn, witnessing the boy save a young life and accomplish a near-miraculous feat.

Now it has even received the blessing of Unicorn, an achievement that is rare in the world, no, rare in history.

Newt believes that Lucien has a deep connection with Magical Creatures, perhaps...

"Lucien is really suited for a career related to Magical Creatures."

Hearing Newt's words, Dumbledore, who knew his friend well, smiled.

"What, you want this kid to take over your job?"

"Haha, Newt, you might not know, but Lucien also has a real talent for teaching. Who knows, he might even stay on at the school."

Newt nodded.

"Well, it definitely depends on Lucien's own wishes."

"By the way, what were his career aspirations during that career guidance session in fifth grade?"

Newt's question suddenly baffled Dumbledore. He couldn't Prophecy, so how could he know what Lucien's career plans would be four years from now?

"Um, well, I don't know either."

Newt glanced at Dumbledore, Newt he didn't even care what such an outstanding student as Lucien wanted to do in the future.

Then he looked at Lucien, who was playing with the little Unicorn.

Although it's a bit of a shame that Lucien doesn't belong to Hufflepuff, since Newt thinks Hogwarts is the best magic school and Hufflepuff is the best house, it doesn't diminish Newt's admiration for his Ravenclaw junior.

He is knowledgeable, kind-hearted, and able to get along well with Magical Creatures.

He was born with a handsome appearance, and his age seemed...

etc...

age?

After finishing his business, Newt finally had time to observe Lucien closely. This was their first meeting; they had previously only corresponded by letter.

Newt always believed Lucien was a sixth or seventh-year student, and only those who had received several years of excellent education at Hogwarts could ask him about such complex knowledge...

Whether it's the Undetectable Extension Charm or information about the habits of those Magical Creatures...

But now, upon closer inspection, Newt felt something was off.

Lucien doesn't look like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old at all; at most he's...

"Dumbledore, what grade Lucien in now?"

Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore, Newt, and Lucien sat around the table.

Several small cakes were on the table.

"Oh, try them all! A cup of black tea in the morning, paired with a sweet and delicious cake, will wash away any fatigue."

Dumbledore took a sip of his milk- and sugar-coated black tea and said slowly.

This time, Lucien and Newt didn't hesitate. After all, they had been busy for most of the night, and sugar could indeed soothe their minds and bodies.

Watching Liuguang interacting with Fawkes, Dumbledore's eyes crinkled into a smile as he said:

"Hehe, Liuguang, right? Do you want to try it? I highly recommend this lemon-flavored cake."

"Thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Liuguang used a small Auspicious Cloud to lift the lemon cake on the table, and then took a small bite.

But Fawkes, standing to the side, had no interest in it whatsoever. Having followed Dumbledore so many years, he had seen plenty of sweets and was tired of them.

The ethereal voice that Liuguang evoked directly in his mind still left Dumbledore in awe.

"Lucien, I never imagined you'd have such an amazing pet."

"To be honest, I think the uniqueness of the Liuguang' is in no way inferior to that of the Fawkes."

As he spoke, Dumbledore glanced at his old friend, the large, bright red bird, which was standing on a pale yellow Auspicious Cloud created by the Liuguang. It even poked at the cloud with its beak, seemingly quite interested in such a peculiar cloud.

"By the way, what kind of race is Liuguang? I don't recall seeing any such Magical Creatures."

Upon hearing Dumbledore's question, Lucien put down his spoon and answered truthfully, just as he had told Newt:

"Qilin, Liuguang a Qilin."

"Qilin?"

Lucien's answer clearly surprised Dumbledore.

Speaking of the Qilin, Dumbledore also has a vivid memory of it.

Grindelwald once tried to control a Qilin to achieve his scheme, but Newt thwarted his plan with another real Qilin.

But Dumbledore simply couldn't reconcile the Qilin with the Liuguang before him.

It wasn't just a difference in appearance; Dumbledore the Qilin resembled a larger deer, but Liuguang was clearly more divine and handsome, possessing an aura of transcendence.

In terms of abilities, they are worlds apart. Dumbledore well aware that the Qilin could see into people's minds, distinguish between good and evil, and thus select the most suitable leader.

Dumbledore himself was chosen by the Qilin, but he refused to become the leader of the Wizarding World at the time.

But the various qualities exhibited by the Liuguang —the flying yellow clouds, the Apparition unrestricted by Hogwarts, the blood brimming with vitality...

All of this made it hard for Dumbledore to believe that the Liuguang the kind of Qilin he knew.

"The Liuguang is indeed somewhat different from that of ordinary Qilin."

Newt took a sip of black tea—the kind without milk and sugar, of course—and explained to Dumbledore:

"This might be some kind of powerful, benign mutation. After all, there's still so much we don't know about Magical Creatures. Besides, magic is so wondrous; you never know what kind of creatures or miracles it might give birth to."

"The blood and saliva of the Liuguang possess an extraordinary vitality, which can easily arouse malicious intent in those with ill intentions."

Lucien was still grateful to hear Newt endorse Liuguang.

As the most renowned expert on Magical Creatures, Newt's word is Magical Creatures, it is Magical Creatures; if he calls it a mutation, it is a mutation.

Dumbledore nodded and said solemnly:

"I understand what you mean. Don't worry, Hogwarts is safe. With me here, no one will harm Lucien or Liuguang."

This guarantee is very valuable, after all, it was spoken by the greatest and most powerful wizard of our time.

But Lucien couldn't help but think to himself, "Indeed, everyone is very safe at Hogwarts."

Aside from Harry...