Direct

Upon hearing Lucien's polite refusal, a hint of regret flickered in Phoebe's beautiful, deep blue eyes.

The task assigned by Madame Maxime was indeed difficult to complete.

Lowering my eyelids, my fingers tracing the camera, a wave of self-doubt washed over me: Had I been communicating too little with my classmates, making me too "weak" in the art of communication? Had I been too direct with my question? Should I have been more tactful, more gentle?

Unfortunately, Phoebe had very few friends in Beauxbatons, and not many classmates she could really talk to.

From a young age, Phoebe had long been accustomed to being "pampered" by her peers.

Her outstanding appearance, rare Veela lineage, and top-notch academic performance meant she didn't need to actively cater to anyone.

The halo that accompanied her all the way made her take it for granted that she was different from others, and she was used to speaking and expressing her opinions directly, never caring about other people's opinions.

But during her time with Lucien, she felt a comfort she had never experienced before.

Unlike most of her peers, Lucien did not deliberately try to flatter or ingratiate herself, and Phoebe did not show the embarrassment or anxiety of trying to find topics to talk about for the first time.

The conversation flowed naturally, like a quiet spring in the afternoon.

As Phoebe held up her camera to find the perfect angle for Lucien, and saw his natural, relaxed smile through the viewfinder, she suddenly remembered a sentence she had read in a book—

"A person who consistently makes you feel comfortable in their presence is most likely taking care of you."

take care of.

take care of...

As the shutter clicked, Phoebe suddenly spoke, her tone somewhat unnatural:

"Lucien, if possible, could you give me a copy of Instant Whisper?"

Lucien pulled a brand new Instant Whisper" from his pocket, handed it over, and casually asked with a smile:

"Are you curious about the alchemical principles of Instant Whisper Teleportation?"

Phoebe didn't answer immediately; the faint silver light in her hair seemed to brighten slightly as she stared directly into Lucien's dark green eyes, her voice clear and honest:

"Curious. Hmm, like you said when you introduced Instant Whisper, it delivers words of longing instantly," she paused, then added, "Well, owls are still too slow."

Lucien's hand, which was handing over the booklet, paused briefly in mid-air.

This girl is indeed quite direct in her speech.

What is the tradition of prison law?

Looking back on these days of exchanging Magical Theory and Alchemy knowledge, Phoebe always expressed her opinions directly, whether agreeing or disagreeing, never beating around the bush.

When she was studying, Lucien simply thought of her as someone who was honest and diligent.

Regardless of his inner thoughts, Lucien still handed the Instant Whisper to Phoebe, casually adding, "As you know, there are still delays in cross-border communication, especially for audio and images."

Phoebe took the book, a bright smile blooming on her face.

"But I believe you'll be able to solve this problem soon, won't you?"

Before Lucien could answer, she continued, "If possible, could you send me a new Instant Whisper after you've finished improving it?" After thinking for a moment, Phoebe added earnestly, "Hmm, I think sometimes sound and images are richer than words."

After saying that, she quickly raised the camera in her hand, a bright smile spreading across her face, as if the conversation had just taken place casually.

"By the way, would you like to take a group photo?"

Lucien had no reason to refuse. He gently drew his wand, flicked the tip slightly, and the camera hovered steadily in mid-air, its lens pointing in the direction where the two were standing.

Phoebe walked to his side, and in the brief silence while waiting for the shutter to click, she subconsciously glanced sideways at the boy's profile.

Her skin is so fair, and her eyelashes are so thick...

"Click."

The soft click of the shutter captured this moment.

In the scene, a boy and a girl stand side by side in front of a translucent ice crystal rose. Sunlight shines through the ice sculpture, refracting into tiny spots of light that fall on their hair and shoulders.

Through the power of magic, this photograph will perfectly recreate this moment.