Principal's Home Visit?

Grafton Manor.

"This is my first visit," Dumbledore smile. "Your house is beautiful, but the rooms are a bit small for elderly people with mobility issues."

I knew Lucien came from a wealthy family, but I didn't expect House to be so big.

It's like a maze, winding and turning.

In response to Dumbledore's humor, Lucien laughed and said:

"It's a rare opportunity for the principal to visit my home, but unfortunately my aunt isn't home."

Dumbledore looked around the room, noticing a few inconspicuous trinkets on the windowsill, several ordinary-looking landscape paintings hanging above the fireplace, and a strangely shaped potted plant in the corner.

Your house is furnished... it's quite safe.

Lucien didn't hide anything and frankly said:

"The Wizarding World isn't always peaceful. I'm usually at school, and I don't feel safe without some safety measures at home."

Dumbledore nodded; it was certainly a good thing to consider one's family.

In the Wizarding World, many wizards actually protect their homes by setting up barriers and creating enclosures to shield and isolate them.

Without the corresponding password or key, even if someone is standing right in front of the house, they cannot see or touch it.

Some Pure-blood families, in particular, place great importance on the defense of their main base.

Lucien didn't hide the entire mansion, since it still belonged to the Muggle world, and neither his aunt, butler, nor servants who lived there, nor the guests who came and went, possessed magic.

However, Dumbledore could roughly discern that there were quite a few trigger-based magical arrangements.

As for the more in-depth arrangements, he didn't explore them, as that would be impolite.

"Oh, by the way, Hagrid contacted me before the holidays to ask about the Care of Magical Creatures next semester..."

Dumbledore looked at Lucien, his eyes full of amusement:

"I don't even know when I decided to appoint Hagrid as the new professor of Care of Magical Creatures. Maybe I've been too busy lately, and I'm getting senile, so I forgot?"

Lucien explained helplessly, "That was just a guess."

Dumbledore gave a noncommittal "hmm" and stroked his beard:

"Hagrid is indeed a great choice. He knows a lot about Magical Creatures and I believe he can connect with children well..."

He paused, then changed the subject:

"What a pity, I thought you, Lucien, could Prophecy the future and tell Divination."

Lucien gave a slightly embarrassed smile.

Dumbledore pondered for a moment and said, "The talent for Prophecy is amazing. I recommend you take Divination next semester; perhaps you have a talent for it too."

Lucien pondered that Divination was purely a matter of talent. The Divination professor at the school, apart from being in a true Prophecy state, was always "cosplaying" Seer.

However, he didn't express his thoughts, but simply nodded.

"Perfect," Dumbledore continued, "My friend is also skilled in Divination; you can discuss this with him later."

He glanced at the clock on the wall, then stood up. "Once you're ready, we'll go visit my friend."

Lucien also stood up. "Headmaster, how do we get there?"

Dumbledore took a clear glass jar from his robe pocket. It was filled with colorful candies, including Sherbet Lemon, toffee, and chocolate balls, and looked no different from an ordinary candy jar.

Lucien's gaze fell on the candy jar, or more precisely, on its lid.

There is a ring of fine runes around the edge of the lid, which is almost invisible unless you look closely.

"The Portkey?" Lucien asked.

Dumbledore nodded. "This looks familiar. Newt has shown you quite a few Portkey, hasn't he?"

Lucien couldn't help but smile.

Mr. Scamander was too skilled at using Portkey —some places welcomed Newt, but others didn't, making Portkey the perfect tool for smuggling.

However, mentioning Newt reminded Lucien of something.

"Principal, please wait a moment."

Lucien waved his hand at the air while simultaneously reaching into his pocket with his other hand.

After rummaging in the pocket for a moment, it seemed to grab something and slowly pulled it out—a platinum Niffler, tightly clutching a dazzling gemstone, its two little paws gripping it tightly, unwilling to let go.

As Lucien pulled the Jinji from his pocket, a suitcase flew over from the corner of the room and landed steadily in his hand.

He opened the box, carefully placed Jinji inside, stuffed in a few snacks to soothe the little guy, and then pushed the box to the corner of the room.

It seems he didn't intend to bring a suitcase with him.

Dumbledore, who was silently watching this scene, thought that Lucien was right not to bring a briefcase, and especially not Niffler —he was afraid that his friend would be reminded of some unpleasant old memories if he saw the combination of a briefcase and Niffler.

However, Lucien's actions raised questions in Dumbledore's mind once again:

Does this child truly lack the talent for Prophecy Divination?

"Headmaster, I'm ready." Lucien straightened his collar and walked back to Dumbledore's side. "Shall we go?"

Dumbledore handed the candy jar to Lucien.

The two of them simultaneously pressed their fingers on the lid of the candy jar.

The instant his fingers touched the lid, Lucien felt as if there was an invisible hook behind his navel, and he pulled hard.

His body instantly lost weight, his feet left the ground, and he transformed into a gust of wind, speeding away in one direction.