Fleur's Reminder
Two wine barrels floated up beside Lucien as he slowly walked towards the Abraxan, the falling snow avoiding the hem of his clothes.
Sensing the presence of strangers nearby, the herd of Abraxan looked in Lucien's direction, their fiery red eyes instinctively raising a wary glint in their eyes, their hot breaths carrying tiny sparks as they exhaled from their mouths and noses.
However, as the distance between Lucien and the Abraxan shortened, and after sensing his aura, the wariness in the Abraxan's eyes greatly diminished.
Noticing this, Lucien smiled slightly, tapped his wand to automatically open the barrel lid, and wisps of breeze emerged from the tip of the wand, carrying the aroma of wine towards the Abraxan.
Upon smelling the rich aroma of the wine, the Abraxan ' nostrils flared, and the wariness in their eyes vanished completely. One or two young Abraxan even lifted their hooves and began to trot, seemingly unable to wait any longer.
"What a 'drunkard' horse," Lucien thought, glancing at the single malt whisky in the barrel, a drink that the Abraxan greatly enjoyed.
He was currently in the area surrounding Beauxbatons, a vast mountain range similar to the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, inhabited by a wide variety of Magical Creatures, including the local Magical Creatures, the Abraxan.
Lucien came here not only to observe the unique animals, but also to try and collect some materials for alchemy and potions.
Of course, I had applied to Madame Maxime before the trip.
After all, we're out and about, not like we're at Hogwarts treating the Forbidden Forest like a garden.
"Hogwarts student, I suggest you stay away; those horses aren't exactly known for their good temper."
A melodious yet cool voice rang out from behind Lucien.
However, Lucien didn't seem surprised by this sudden reminder and continued walking towards the Abraxan at his original pace.
"Thank you for reminding me, Miss Delacour."
A dozen meters away, on the snow, stood a girl who looked like a snow fairy.
She wore a silk school uniform robe with two crossed gold wands embroidered on her chest, each wand adorned with three stars—the emblem of Beauxbatons.
A soft, silvery light, like moonlight, surrounded the girl's body, making her exquisite face appear even more ethereal.
Upon hearing Lucien directly reveal her identity, a moment of astonishment appeared on Phoebe's beautiful face.
She followed at a distance, and seeing that Lucien had no reaction, she assumed that he hadn't noticed her at all.
While he hesitated, the two still-growing Abraxan trotted up to Lucien.
Even before they reached adulthood, these two Abraxan were already large enough to tower over Lucien.
Phoebe instinctively wanted to warn Lucien to be careful, since the Abraxan was Magical Creatures with a fierce temper and was especially averse to the approach of strange creatures, and could easily become aggressive.
But the scene that followed made Phoebe stop speaking.
The two Abraxan lowered their enormous heads and nuzzled against Lucien's outstretched hand, appearing quite affectionate.
Lucien waved his wand, and amber-colored single malt whisky floated out of the barrel, the liquid transforming into several crystal-clear streams.
With a snap.
As Lucien snapped his fingers, a ball of orange flame ignited in mid-air.
The whiskey liquid, transformed into a thin stream, passed through the flames, changing from icy to warm, and drifted towards the mouth of the Abraxan, enveloped in white steam.
Lucien then turned to look at Phoebe behind him.
"Thank you again for your kindness earlier, but I'm actually quite good at dealing with Magical Creatures."
But these words made Phoebe frown slightly.
I thought Nicolas Flamel's students would be completely absorbed in Alchemy.