Lovers Finally Become Family

The night is the canvas, and the flames are the paint, freely splashing ink and color across that boundless canvas.

Flames burned in the night sky, transforming into various shapes—a giant heart slowly rotated, a pattern of two arrows piercing a heart was vividly depicted, and a string of flowing English letters spread out in the night sky:

"Love Conquers All"

--True lovers will eventually be united.

The string of flaming letters lingered in the night sky for a long time, and the blessing written with magic was imprinted on the ceiling of Hogwarts.

On the lawn.

The boy and girl, who had initially kept a slight distance between them, now had their fingers intertwined without them even realizing it.

No one made a fuss, no one egged them on; they simply held each other's hands very gently under the dazzling night sky.

More attention was drawn to the Magical Creatures that emerged from the flames.

Fire Dragon lay prone on a clearing not far away, its tail occasionally swaying, its black-gold scales reflecting the surrounding light; Thunderbird frequently preened its stiff feathers, tiny currents of electricity flickering between them; Unicorn stood in twos and threes at the edge of the lawn, their pure white coats and single horns gleaming in the night; and Abraxan, trailing flames, strolled across the grass...

After Cupid's explanation, the young wizards learned that they could take pictures with these Magical Creatures.

At first, no one dared to make a move.

After all, these are mostly Magical Creatures that you only see in books, and they live in different habitats, so it's hard to imagine them all together.

Finally, a few Gryffindor boys couldn't resist the temptation, mustered their courage, and cautiously approached the Fire Dragon.

The exceptionally large Fire Dragon suddenly brought its head closer, seemingly out of curiosity or excitement.

Seeing that the young wizards were startled by his actions, the Fire Dragon snorted, spewing out a small burst of sparks, and then shifted to a more upright pose, as if to pose for a photo.

"It didn't eat us!"

"Quick! Take the picture!"

The Cupid immediately flew over with their cameras, snapping away non-stop.

Once someone started, others followed suit. Under Cupid's guidance, the crowd began to line up in an orderly fashion.

The most popular item among girls is undoubtedly the Unicorn.

That pure and beautiful image truly won the hearts of the girls.

Moreover, in some ancient legends, Unicorn are associated with symbols of blessings and love.

On Valentine's Day, who wouldn't want such good fortune?

Soon, a long queue formed around the Unicorn.

The boys tend to prefer the Fire Dragon and Thunderbird.

Come on, who wouldn't want to take a majestic photo with a powerful creature at the top of the food chain?

Such an opportunity is extremely rare—after all, neither the Fire Dragon nor the Thunderbird has an easy temperament to deal with.

Under normal circumstances, even getting a little too close could result in being hit by a dragon's breath or lightning.

But what I saw before me was unusually "friendly".

They don't care as long as you don't touch them.

It would even raise its head and spread its wings in a "I'm fierce" manner, which would amuse the boys around it.

"Quick, quick, take a picture! It's looking at the camera!"

"Merlin, I want to hang this photo in my living room!"

However, in one respect, the boys actually envy the girls.

Even when posing for photos, the Fire Dragon and Thunderbird absolutely forbid anyone from touching them. One daring boy tried to reach out and touch the Thunderbird's feathers, only to be blown three meters away by the gust of wind it generated. Fortunately, two little Cupid managed to catch him before he fell onto the grass.

On the other hand, a very small number of girls at the Unicorn were granted the privilege of "close contact".

A Hufflepuff girl cautiously reached out her hand, and the youngest Unicorn instinctively reached out and touched her palm.

The girl was so excited she almost jumped up, and a chorus of envious voices erupted around her.

As for the boys...

One of the boys was just trying to get a little closer to the Unicorn, without even intending to touch it, when he saw a cold, silvery light shine on the male Unicorn Horn, clearly a prelude to stabbing someone.

The boy immediately raised his hands and backed away.

"Just passing by!"

Good-natured laughter erupted on the lawn.

Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore stood by the window, looking through the glass at the celebration and festivities on the lawn.

The flames reflected on his face, making his blue eyes appear exceptionally deep.

Fawkes perched on his shoulder and let out a clear chirp.

Dumbledore was fluent in the language of Phoenix, understood Fawkes was saying:

"See? I told you that kid had a strange affinity for fire. Albus, your magic training paid off; he probably uses it even better than you did when you were young."

Dumbledore smiled silently, watching the boy slowly descending into the night sky, watching the flames transform into blessings in the boy's hands.

Dumbledore was pleased.

This is the best use of magic—not for conquest or slaughter, but for bringing joy and happiness to people.

"Fawkes," Dumbledore asked softly, "Aren't you going down to join us? It's a rare gathering of such rare Magical Creatures."

Fawkes turned its head and let out a cry:

"They're all kids, it's not appropriate for me to go."

Dumbledore glanced down at Fawkes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"But looking like this, you wouldn't be recognized even if you blended in."

Fawkes was stunned.

It looked down at its still-developing, immature wings—the feathers had begun to show a reddish-gold luster, but still retained some of the softness of a fledgling's down.

Looking out the window at those Magical Creatures, each one was majestic and awe-inspiring...

Fawkes sighed, just like a human.

Generally speaking, after Phoenix naturally ages and dies, it is reborn from a young bird very quickly.

but--

But wasn't it startled by two clueless little wizards before its rebirth?

The shock was quite impactful for Fawkes, who was still an old bird at the time.

That "minor accident" slowed down its rebirth and growth.

Fawkes couldn't help but sigh again, and gave Dumbledore a peck on the shoulder in annoyance.

After a moment of silence, Fawkes suddenly let out another low growl.

"Albus, didn't you say you were going to see your old friend again? Aren't you going today?"

"Or is it that this day is not suitable for you humans?"

Dumbledore was slightly taken aback.

He looked out the window at the night sky, illuminated by flames and filled with laughter.

Without answering Fawkes's question, he simply stroked Fawkes's feathers gently and gazed into the deeper blackness in the distance.