Kidnapping in Reverse

"So you want Beauxbatons to have a ' Dumbledore ' too?"

After Nicolas finished speaking, Madame Maxime's extremely long fingers unconsciously caressed the rim of her wine glass.

She immediately understood the hidden meaning in Nicolas's words—in the eyes of this legend who had lived for six centuries, Lucien would become a figure like Dumbledore, reaching the pinnacle of an era and being admired by the entire wizarding world.

Maxime knew all too well the weight of this assessment.

Nicolas Flamel and Albus Dumbledore early years. He had personally witnessed Dumbledore's youthful charm and his gradual growth into the greatest wizard of his time.

Lucien was Nicolas's student, and Nicolas naturally knew his aptitude and potential better than anyone else.

If anyone in the world is most qualified to make this judgment, it can only be Nicolas himself.

Maxime nodded gently, his voice carrying a rare sincerity:

"I really want to hand over Beauxbatons to a new headmaster who can take it to its peak."

Even though he had expected it, Maxime was still deeply shaken when Nicolas made that comment himself.

That was a living legend, an "acknowledgment" of another emerging legend.

At this moment, Maxime's desire to win over Lucien reached its peak.

Maxime's answer and reaction suddenly reminded Nicolas of an interesting image—a top graduate of Hogwarts coming to Beauxbatons to become a professor, or even the headmaster, it seemed...

That's quite interesting.

The two people, each with their own thoughts, simultaneously turned their gazes to Lucien on the other side of the hall.

The boy and Phoebe were standing next to a decorative magical plant, talking about something, both with smiles on their faces.

The two strikingly good-looking people standing together are a feast for the eyes.

In terms of looks alone, Phoebe is indeed more eye-catching at this moment.

After all, Lucien is only twelve years old. Even if he is a little more mature than his peers, he still has some boyishness on his face and is still a few years away from growing up and transforming.

Phoebe was three or four years older than him, just sixteen, the most beautiful time of her youth.

The charm amplified by her Half-Veela heritage, along with the barely suppressed yet subtly shimmering silver light surrounding her, made Phoebe appear even more beautiful and radiant.

However, when the two stand side by side, no one would feel that Lucien is overshadowed by Phoebe.

Phoebe is as beautiful as the bright moon, but Lucien is like the sky, calmly embracing everything.

Looking at the perfect young couple, Maxime elegantly took a sip of red wine.

Sometimes, a school's appeal can't be judged solely by its principal, right?

Students are also the main body of the school.

It's perfectly normal for students to be attracted to each other, especially for young people experiencing the stirrings of youth. So what if they go to different schools?

Besides, hasn't Lucien already invented Instant Whisper?

Distance will no longer be a problem.

Haha, just like that phrase that the greatest wizard of this century often said—love is the greatest magic in the world.

Isn't that right?

Nicolas glanced at Lucien and Phoebe, then looked up at Maxime's thoughtful smile. With his experience, he could easily guess what the other was thinking. He chuckled and said:

"That child is simple-minded. Well, thankfully she's been studying and living in Beauxbatons for several years now."

Upon hearing this, Maxime's smile froze slightly.

She suddenly realized the problem herself.

Yes, Phoebe is indeed quite "naive" in some ways.

Because her life had been so smooth before—her outstanding looks, rare lineage, and excellent grades—she had always been the one who was admired and surrounded by others.

How could a privileged individual, who doesn't need to pander to or please others, develop the "habit" of trying to figure out what others are thinking?

However, Lucien, who was clearly more talented, had a smoother career, and was two or three years younger, behaved more maturely and tolerantly.

Maxime tapped his fingers lightly on his wine glass, making a soft sound.

If it weren't for the fact that Phoebe had already spent five years in Beauxbatons and her sense of belonging was already quite strong...

That means Lucien might even manage to lure Phoebe to Hogwarts...