Making Hogwarts' Feng Shui Nurturing Too

Headmaster's Office, the candlelight flickered gently, bathing the entire room in a soft glow.

Lucien and Dumbledore sat across from each other at the table, just like during their usual afternoon tea.

A steaming teapot and several plates of desserts were placed on the table.

Dumbledore wasn't wearing his signature half-moon glasses. He was wearing a loose, dark purple nightgown and leaning back in his chair, looking much more relaxed than usual, like an ordinary old man.

Of course, ordinary elderly people probably wouldn't eat so many sweets Sherbet Lemon, Jelly Slugs, or Fudge Flies late at night.

Fawkes left the lair and is now standing on Lucien's shoulder.

It gently combed the boy's now-long hair with its tiny beak, occasionally pressing its head against Lucien's neck as if sniffing his scent, its posture unusually intimate.

Dumbledore watched this scene, a subtle smile flashing in his eyes.

Looking at Lucien, whom he hadn't seen for some time, and at Fawkes's more affectionate attitude than before, a strange thought arose in Dumbledore's mind: if an unsuspecting bystander saw this, they might think that this young man was the master of the Phoenix.

Dumbledore picked up his teacup, took a sip, and asked with a smile, "How's Beauxbatons?"

"Very beautiful."

Dumbledore nodded. He had been to Beauxbatons a few times, and the scenery and architecture there were quite impressive, magnificent and splendid, with fountains and gardens. It was undeniably much more "interesting" than Hogwarts, an ancient and somewhat gloomy castle.

Suddenly recalling some things mentioned in the letter from his extremely long-lived "old friend," a sly smile flashed in Dumbledore's eyes. He put down his teacup and asked:

"Is it only the school that's beautiful?"

Looking at Dumbledore's ambiguous smile, Lucien inexplicably felt that it was very similar to the way he talked to Nicolas. These two were indeed worthy of being friends despite their age difference; their teasing expressions were practically identical.

He gave a frank smile, "The feng shui of Beauxbatons is very nurturing; naturally, the students living there are all beautiful."

"Feng Shui?" Dumbledore blinked, somewhat unfamiliar with this Eastern term.

"However, Headmaster," Lucien changed the subject, "I can try to replicate part of Beauxbatons ' 'feng shui' at Hogwarts. Hmm, tomorrow, I'll prepare to break ground—oh, not start construction!"

This puzzled Dumbledore, but it did sound like something that was for the Fawley of Hogwarts.

With a chuckle, Dumbledore continued, "Then we must thank our champion."

Lucien: "Experiencing the teaching styles of other magic schools, interacting with different professors and students, and bringing honor to Hogwarts... this experience has been wonderful."

Dumbledore looked at Lucien with a gentle gaze.

"As agreed before," Dumbledore steered the conversation toward business, "We'll go to the Hogwarts Magic Core to extract excess emotional energy; that can be done tomorrow."

Lucien nodded in agreement, then suddenly asked, "Principal, could we have another 'gift'?"

"A free gift?" Dumbledore found the idea quite amusing and gestured for Lucien to speak plainly.

"I've recently become very interested in elemental magic, especially fire magic," Lucien said frankly. "I'd like to learn a related spell from you."

Dumbledore chuckled to himself.

When seeking knowledge, Lucien is always so straightforward, which is exactly the kind of innocent and spontaneous behavior that children of this age should have—saying what he wants without beating around the bush.

After a moment's thought, Dumbledore slowly said, "I do have a decent skill in controlling fire magic, but..."

Upon hearing the words "control the flames," Lucien's heart began to race slightly, and the light in his eyes shone even brighter than before.

Dumbledore originally wanted to say, "This spell is quite difficult to learn"—after all, "Firestorm" is indeed not a spell that ordinary wizards can master.

But looking at the boy sitting opposite him, he realized that the word "difficulty in learning" probably didn't mean much to this little wizard who couldn't be judged by common sense.

Seeing the undisguised anticipation in Lucien's eyes, Dumbledore swallowed back what he was about to say and instead spoke gently:

"This spell is called ' Firestorm.' The incantation is Partis Temporus..."