Inside the Headmaster's Office.
Dumbledore listened to Lucien's assessment and nodded gently, a trace of barely perceptible regret in his eyes.
"Quirinus's theoretical research is excellent. He was once an outstanding Ravenclaw graduate as well—your senior, in a sense."
"But personality-wise, he truly isn't suited to teaching students."
Lucien offered no further evaluation, nor did he mention the accident during his final sparring practice with Quirrell.
After all, how was he supposed to put it? That a young wizard like himself had beaten a professor to his knees?
And strictly speaking, it hadn't even been his doing—it had been his wand's!
"By the way, Headmaster, are there any classrooms in the school that are usually empty?"
"I'm currently studying potions with my classmates. Whenever I try my hand at alchemy, I do it in Hagrid's hut. It doesn't feel right to keep troubling him, so..."
Lucien was also considering that teaching Harry potions alone was fine for now.
But if Ron started learning alchemical machinery later on, there would be even more people. He might even be able to expand the Lucien-brand tutoring class someday.
Hmm, he wondered whether Ron's family had written back yet, and whether they could lend him any magic books to read...
In any case, once there were more people, they couldn't all keep going to Hagrid's place.
He could try finding some inconspicuous corner and create an expanded space within it to serve as a private classroom.
But Lucien had actually thought of a place already—one that was right there in Hogwarts Castle...
"Hehe, an empty classroom? Well, there is a very magical place in the school."
"It can perfectly manifest whatever arrangement the person in need requires."
Dumbledore looked at Lucien with a smile. He understood what the child meant: he wanted a convenient