"Wait, Ron, what exactly are you leading around?"
Hearing his brother's question, Ron couldn't help feeling puzzled. Wasn't it obvious?
Ron lifted the leash in his left hand.
"This is Fang, Hagrid's dog."
Percy's mouth twitched. He was familiar with his younger brother's way of thinking, but that didn't make it any less exasperating.
"I mean the other one."
Percy frowned at the pure-white, canine-shaped mechanical construct standing beside Ron.
Its tail swayed naturally, faint magical embers glowing at its tip.
"Oh, this? This is White Fang. Hagrid named it too."
"It's the Alchemy machine Lucien made. This is what I want to learn."
Ron pointed at the white mechanical dog.
Percy turned to Lucien, his expression complicated. For a moment, he didn't know how to begin.
Their mother had asked him to come and assess things for Ron.
But before they had even started talking, his brother had brought an Alchemy mechanical dog right in front of him.
"Oh, Lucien, when we went for a walk earlier, White Fang's front right leg seemed a little uncoordinated. Do you want to take a look?"
Lucien nodded, walked outside, and drew his wand to inspect White Fang.
Its metal shell, gears, and bearings gradually came apart, floating one after another into the air.
Several slender threads of magic emerged from the tip of his wand, deftly manipulating the inside of the mechanical body.
Hearing the commotion, Harry came out of the house as well.
After greeting Ron's brother Percy, he moved over to Ron's side and watched Lucien repair the dog with him.
"Mm, it's fine. Nothing serious. Just needs a few parts adjusted and some lubricant and adhesive added."
As he spoke, Lucien used Transfiguration to alter the shape and details of several small components.
Then he took two small