Leaving Beauxbatons
The gates of Hogwarts School, with morning mist swirling around the stone pillars.
"Lucien, about the method you mentioned last time regarding the compatibility of elemental rune arrays and composite materials, I've thought about it again but I still don't fully understand it..."
Two figures gradually became clearer in the morning mist.
Riemann consulted Lucien about alchemy. After the spots for the Triwizard Tournament were determined, the two had several exchanges focusing on Alchemy.
As the discussion deepened, Riemann realized that Lucien's performance in the qualifiers that day was just the tip of the iceberg.
Riemann had never heard of many of the alchemical principles and techniques Lucien mentioned, but after putting them into practice, he realized how ingenious and practical that knowledge was.
Lucien pulled a compound of Mithril and Moonstone directly from his pocket, used his wand to draw wind elemental runes on it, and at the same time answered Riemann's questions.
After listening to the explanation, Riemann looked enlightened and nodded repeatedly.
The brief Q&A session ended just as the two reached the gate.
Lucien looked at the carriage stopped in the white mist, with two jet-black Thestral standing in front of it.
But in Riemann's view, there was nothing in front of the carriage.
Lucien raised his hand and touched the cheek of a Thestral, and after understanding the meaning in its neigh, he couldn't help but smile:
"Getting up early is really difficult; you'll have to work hard on your long journey today."
Lucien summoned a can of rations from his briefcase and fed them to the two Thestral one after the other.
Today is the day they travel to Beauxbatons, Thestral carriage in front of them will be their mode of transport.
"Lucien, can you see Thestral?"
Seeing Lucien's actions, Riemann realized that his junior had actually witnessed death, which was why he was able to observe the form of the Thestral.
Lucien nodded.
"Hmm, hasn't Professor Shafiq arrived yet?"
Upon hearing this, Riemann leaned against the side of the carriage and said helplessly:
"Our alchemy professor has absolutely no habit of arriving early; being late is the norm for him..."
Click--
With a strange noise, the carriage door opened from the inside out, hitting Riemann squarely on the back of the head.
Thump!
"Riemann, you've got some nerve talking about the professor behind his back. I really should have a talk with your mother."
Shafiq, with his signature long, black curly hair, peeked out from behind the door, his unfriendly tone echoing in Riemann's ears.
Riemann's expression immediately changed, and he turned to Professor Shafiq with a fawning look:
"Aunt Angela, please be kind and just pretend you didn't hear that. I'm about to graduate, and home visits and all that..."
Upon hearing the word "aunt, "Lucien raised an eyebrow. So Riemann and Professor Shafiq were related?
That's normal, though. One of them comes from the Shafiq Family and the other from the Selwyn Family. It's common for Pure-blood to marry each other, so it's not surprising that they could become relatives.
Professor Shafiq tapped Riemann on the forehead,
"You should call me Professor at school. Hurry up and come in, we're getting ready to leave."
Upon entering the carriage, I discovered a hidden world inside.
The space is over 100 square meters, divided into a living room, bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom.
"You guys pick a room, I'm going back to get some sleep."
After saying that, Professor Shafiq rushed into his bedroom and closed the door.
Lucien looked around the interior of the carriage, wondering if the professor had slept here yesterday.
Not wanting to be late but also not wanting to get up early, so I might as well just sleep at the meeting point?
Through the car window, Lucien gazed at the rapidly receding ground and the increasingly thick clouds, filled with anticipation for his upcoming trip to Beauxbatons.