Flying Unicorns, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Aren't Played Like This

The wind rustled through the Forbidden Forest.

Lucien looked at the little girl in front of him. What was that?

Bubble Snot Monster?

Is it another creature, like the Wrackspurt, that only Luna can see and believe in?

Not necessarily. Luna seems to be able to see some unusual things, like when she was at the Burrow last time...

Achoo!

Luna suddenly sneezed and rubbed her reddened little nose.

Seeing this, Lucien took out his wand, casually summoned two fallen leaves from the ground, and cast Transfiguration on them.

A pair of pure white bunny shoes appeared at Luna's feet.

"Put them on first."

Luna obediently stepped into the shoes, stomped them lightly twice, causing the two rabbit ears on the toes of the shoes to sway back and forth.

"Thank you, Lucien. Hmm, why did it have to be bunny shoes?"

Upon hearing this, Lucien smiled and pointed to Luna's earrings.

"Aren't there carrots here?"

Luna tilted her head, looking into Lucien's dark green eyes.

"I thought you'd call me Loony too, since you don't have to walk this far to find your shoes. The Forbidden Forest is still dangerous for a first-year wizard."

Forbidden Forest, dangerous?

Lucien recalled his seven entries and exits from the Forbidden Forest last year, and it seemed he hadn't encountered any danger.

"Loony? That's what everyone calls you?"

Luna nodded, but there was no sadness on her face; it was as if she were simply recounting something unrelated to herself.

"Yes, maybe it's because of my words and actions, my thoughts, my clothes? Anyway, people think I'm special? Strange?"

Luna's calm and composed demeanor, so unlike that of someone her age, made Lucien even more curious about the little girl, and he said softly:

"We're Ravenclaw, so Little Eagle is just a little different, right?"

That's not entirely untrue. Ravenclaw has the fewest students, but it also has the most "weirdos."

Besides their love of knowledge and pursuit of wisdom, Ravenclaw possess some "talent" to varying degrees, often discovering angles that ordinary people wouldn't think of, but they don't necessarily want to explain them to others, which sometimes makes them seem out of place.

Luna, still gazing up at Lucien, murmured:

"Special? Then you're definitely the most special one among us, but the fact that you get along so well with everyone else makes you even more special..."

"Actually, I came here to see Unicorn. I think I saw a flying Unicorn at the edge of the Forbidden Forest a few days ago?"

"But it's also possible I'm mistaken. However, I think if I come again today, I should be able to see it."

A flying Unicorn?

Lucien's eyes turned strange. This time, he didn't doubt whether Luna had seen another creature that only she could "see."

Because Luna knew the Unicorn she mentioned, and it had already arrived.

A white figure descended from the sky, silver wings shimmering on its shoulder blades, radiating a sacred and pure light.

Aurora.

Lucien waved to the Unicorn and called out with a smile.

Aurora, the little Unicorn rescued last winter, has grown a lot in almost a year.

At Lucien's call, Aurora ran to him and affectionately nuzzled Lucien cheek.

Lucien patted Aurora's neck and watched as the pair of silvery-white wings gradually dissipated, eventually transforming into a pair of wing-like patterns.

After Aurora's damaged Magic Circuit were repaired using Magic Weaving, changes occurred during the subsequent stabilization process.

Aurora's golden fur has transformed from that of a baby to its current white color, and as the patterns on her fur have become clearer, she has also developed corresponding special abilities.

By infusing magic into the patterns on these wings, they can be transformed into wings of light, granting Aurora the ability to fly.

This allowed Lucien to witness firsthand the beneficial effects of Magic Weaving.

Speaking of which, Norbert has grown to a certain level and can try using Magic Weaving to adjust his Magic Circuit.

Well, to train Norbert to become the Dragon King of his clan, more amazing magical abilities are necessary. According to the system, as long as it's not changed too much, it should still belong to the category of Fire Dragon like the Norwegian Ridgeback.

"Luna, is this the Unicorn you're talking about?"

Luna, however, looked puzzled. She glanced at Lucien, then at the Unicorn, and hesitated for a long while before saying:

"Yes, a winged Unicorn, but I've read in books that Unicorn only allow witches or pure young girls to approach them, and it's even more difficult to touch them directly..."

"Lucien, aren't you the senior?"

Immediately, Luna covered her mouth again, a look of understanding flashing in her big eyes.

"Ah, I understand. My father said that Unicorn don't see with their eyes, but with moonlight. Your soul... must hold a lot of moonlight."

She paused, seemingly searching for a more fitting expression.

"Much more than the average person. They can recognize them."

moonlight?

Is it possible for this girl to always come up with a self-consistent theory?

Lucien felt that Luna's little head was really full of wonderful and amazing knowledge, and asked:

"By the way, back at the Weasley family, you 'saw' those beings surrounding me being eaten? What did you mean by that?"

But this time Luna shook her head, her tone becoming hollow again:

"I think I forgot, but you have a lot more around you now, and I know them all, like the Thought Moth, the Light Orb Ant, and the Happy Duck..."

"Lucien, you're having a great time at Hogwarts, aren't you?"

Lucien was still trying to find the creatures Luna had mentioned, and he was taken aback when he heard her question.

Do you like Hogwarts?

Of course! It's a lot of fun here, with lots of amazing and mysterious magical knowledge. I can learn a lot here...

Lucien nodded.

"Yes, I'm very happy here."

Upon hearing Lucien's words, Luna actually chuckled softly, appearing quite pleased.

That's great.

"Lucien, her name is Aurora, right? Can I play with her for a while?"

"That's a question for Aurora herself."

After questioning and communication, and as Lucien had expected, Aurora agreed to let Luna approach her.

Lucien then negotiated with the Thestral, eventually exchanging special food and grooming services for the tail feathers that the Thestral had dropped into their nest.

Holding the cold, black tail feathers, Lucien let out a soft breath.

This is also a kind of insurance policy in case we face the Basilisk.

The Box World.

"Sweetie, just one more feather will do."

"Boss, that's what you said yesterday. If you keep taking advantage of me like this, how am I supposed to find a girlfriend in the future?"

Lucien, who was comforting his Thunderbird buddy Aether, suddenly felt dizzy. How far ahead was this Thunderbird thinking? Thunderbird don't even consider mating until they're at least twenty!

"Ahem, Aether, you're only ten years old, still young. Don't worry. And if you follow me, you'll live a life of luxury. With your physique and feathers, you'll be the best among birds your age. I guarantee you'll find a bunch of wives to breed with. It's just a feather; it'll grow back in a few days, won't it?"

Aether tilted its neck back, enjoying Lucien's gentle stroking of its soft neck feathers.

"But, boss, it still hurts a little when I pluck these feathers..."

Lucien: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Upon hearing this, Aether immediately turned her head, plucked a feather from her beak, and handed it to Lucien.

"Salt and pepper lamb chops, thanks, boss!"

Shaking his head speechlessly, Lucien took the Thunderbird Feather and left the space, returning to his alchemy workshop.

Walking to the platform, Lucien continued to refine the unfinished Flying Broomstick.

With a light tap of the wand, various materials were broken down and processed into the necessary parts. As Thunderbird Feather were added, the surface of the broom faintly emitted the sounds of wind and thunder.

"It's almost finished. Quidditch Match starts in November, so we should be able to make it."

After the Charms class.

Lucien and the three children headed to the Great Hall for their meal.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Hermione spoke up:

"Lucien, we heard Professor Binns talk about the legend of the Chamber of Secrets in our History of Magic class..."

Hermione recounted to Lucien almost word for word what the ghost professor had said about the Chamber of Secrets.

Lucien listened quietly. Well, it wasn't significantly different from what Snape had told him; it was all the same old Slytherin stuff about building Chamber of Secrets, monsters, and killing Muggle-born wizard.

As Hermione's lips opened and closed, he noticed that Hermione front teeth seemed to have become smaller.

"Hey, Lucien, do you have any ideas about the so-called Heir of Slytherin?"

Ron looked at Lucien with expectant eyes. He remembered that it was Lucien who had seen the record of Nicolas Flamel and the Sorcerer's Stone in a book last year, helping them uncover the truth.

Lucien did not answer Ron's question directly.

Yes, I know. Tom Riddle (the Soul Fragment version) in the diary was the one who orchestrated Lockhart's trouble.

But I still have Lockhart and that Basilisk to use, so I'll have to leave the case to you guys to solve this year.

However, according to the original story, this year Harry and his friends will first suspect Malfoy, then Hagrid, and even Harry himself will have to take the blame...

Now that they've brought about change, who will they target next?

Lucien was quite curious about this and asked Ron in return:

"Based on the clues we have, what do you think?"

Ron scratched his red hair, his tone hesitant:

"If it's really like the legend says, and the Heir of Slytherin has to deal with... well, deal with Muggle-born wizard, then it's most likely the Slytherin group. The Chamber of Secrets left by the Founders Slytherin, and then the students of this house inheriting his will—a perfect closed loop!"

"But who exactly are they? There are so many people..."

"Flint? That guy's annoying anyway."

Harry: "That half- Troll is fine with strangling people himself, but commanding monsters? His mind might not allow it?"

Hermione glanced at Lucien, and said thoughtfully:

"Perhaps we could ask Malfoy and Greengrass to help investigate? They're both in Slytherin, which would be convenient, and besides..."

"They probably didn't intend to expel or harm Muggle-born wizard, did they?"

After Hermione finished speaking, Harry and Ron both looked at Lucien.

Lucien looked up at the ceiling, wondering why he was back above himself.

No, it's not a visual novel like Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

You should brainstorm and deduce the suspects, then use the Polyjuice Potion to infiltrate the target's vicinity and gather clues.

Then, by chance, I obtained Tom's diary, triggered an interaction, and unlocked a special CG...

Seeing the three little ones' expectant eyes, Lucien didn't know whether to laugh or cry:

"Actually, you could have spoken directly to Malfoy and Greengrass."

Harry pushed up his glasses, looking somewhat embarrassed:

"That Malfoy guy might be in trouble lately. Flint's out of confinement and back in Quidditch training seems pretty unhappy with Malfoy, so..."

Ron: "So we went to Greengrass, but you know Lucien, she doesn't really hang out with us. She only gets along well with you, right?"

After saying that, Ron winked at Lucien.

But Hermione wasn't having it. What did she mean by "getting along well"? Hugging the book in her arms, she pursed her lips.

"We don't need to beg her; there are plenty of other ways."

Hearing Hermione's words, Ron looked at her with a questioning gaze, wanting to retort, "You didn't say anything, and didn't you just suggest asking those two for help?"

"Or perhaps it's not necessarily someone from Slytherin? I have a feeling there's someone else who's not quite right..."

The person who said this was Harry. He looked hesitant and paused for a few seconds before speaking:

"I feel that Lockhart —well, not quite—it's just a feeling, like, for example, the night Mrs. Norris was murdered, I was in Lockhart's office..."

As Harry narrated, Lucien's mind raced.

This child is quite perceptive; although he didn't find the crux of the problem, he still noticed something amiss.

Lockhart, or rather young Tom, did a pretty good job of using Harry as an alibi.

Young wizards rarely keep an eye on the time, and children of this age often feel that time flies by. Clocks were removed from Lockhart's office, leaving only an hourglass, whose illusion of being paused misled Harry.

Especially the part where Harry follows the Basilisk's voice after leaving the office, the tension and excitement can really blur the sense of time.

After listening to Harry's recollections, Ron nodded slightly, looking thoughtful.

"Hmm, Harry, the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is suspicious, but we can't pin it on Lockhart just because of Quirrell's incident last year. To be honest, even I think that guy is probably a complete idiot. Could he really do something like this?"

"Ron, Professor Lockhart isn't a fool, he might just be... just..."

Hermione trailed off, unable to continue. The more Lockhart taught her, the less confident she became. Was Lockhart really as brave and wise as he was portrayed in his books?

Ron raised his hands in surrender:

"Sorry, sorry, I misspoke. I forgot you drew a heart for Defense Against the Dark Magic class on the schedule. By the way, why do you all like Lockhart -type characters? I thought you'd like Luke..."

"Ron!"

Hermione let out a sharp screech as Ron's lips landed on the thick book.