"Morning, Lucien."
Terry greeted Lucien instinctively.
But when he saw Lucien, fully dressed and looking refreshed as he stepped out from behind his bed curtains, Terry couldn't help but feel puzzled.
"Lucien, what's going on?"
Lucien closed the curtain and said casually, "Just opened up some land and built a house."
"Uh… Lucien, you've got quite a sense of humor."
Lucien wasn't surprised by Terry's reaction.
To be honest, since they shared a dormitory, Terry would eventually notice the anomaly of his bed being transformed into a "small paradise."
So Lucien hadn't planned to hide it. While it might be a bit unusual for a first-year wizard, it was still magic—anything was possible.
He had already said what he wanted; whether Terry believed him or not was another matter.
"By the way, want to go to breakfast together, Lucien? I have some questions about a spell I'd like to ask you."
"Speaking of which, the cafeteria added a lot of new dishes yesterday. There are quite a few new breakfast options."
"They're delicious too. I heard they're Asian cuisine—called… what was it… Youtiao, Doufunao, and Wontons…"
Lucien listened to Terry list the dishes, nodding slightly.
Those House-elves were truly efficient. He had only taught them the Japanese, Chinese, and Indonesian recipes a few days ago, and they were already being served in the cafeteria.
"Sure, let's go together."
The two walked to the cafeteria.
"Hoo~~"
Lucien gently blew on the surface of his wonton soup before taking a spoonful.
Not bad—the House-elves' cooking skills were impressive.
The flavor was authentic, with thin wrappers and generous fillings.
"Lucien? What a coincidence."
Lucien looked up at the black-haired girl sitting across from him and nodded.
"Good morning, Cho."
In front of Cho were also a bowl of wontons and a steaming cup of soy milk.
"I never thought I'd get to taste the flavors of home here at Hogwarts."
"Cho, you're from Asia, right? How do you feel—do these dishes taste authentic?"
Hearing Lucien's question, Cho swallowed a small wonton and pursed her lips.
"Yes, I moved here with my parents from China when I was little."
"To be honest, these dishes are very authentic and delicious. I wonder how the House-elves came up with the idea of making Asian food."
In Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore states that some of the most important magic in the wizarding world originated in the Eastern Himalayas. Lucien also wondered if Cho knew anything about Eastern magic. It sounded fascinating—probably a unique system of knowledge.
"Cho, do you know anything about the magic of your homeland?"
"Hmm, I was still young back then. I only heard about it from my parents—they're both wizards, you see."
"Eastern magic is a little different. People there don't use wands; they use things like talismans, elixirs, whisk brooms…"
Listening to Cho's explanation, Lucien's eyes lit up.
Casting spells with a wand was certainly fun.
But who wouldn't want to cultivate immortality like those Manhua Mcs?
Hmm… were those magical artifacts and tools similar to Alchemy here, where magical effects were inscribed onto objects for quicker and easier activation?
"Oh, I heard that back home, they don't use flying brooms either, but… um, what was it called again?"
Cho pinched the ends of her hair, looking a little troubled as she tried to remember.
"Sword-riding?"
"Eh, yes, yes! That's it! How did you know, Lucien?"
From reading novels and watching TV shows, of course. Who hadn't read Top Tier Providence, Reverend Insanity, and watched Douluo as a cultured man?
Lucien stirred his soup, cooling it down faster.
"I've read some books that mentioned this magical method of flight."
"Really? You truly are a Ravenclaw student—you read so many books. Speaking of which, you've already had Flying Class, right? How was it?"
Cho's question brought the memory back to him.
Controlling a broom to fly hadn't been a challenge for him; he learned it quite easily.
"Not bad. The feeling of flying freely is wonderful... Though the school's brooms are a bit old—their speed and agility are rather average."
Hearing Lucien's comment, Cho chuckled softly.
"It seems you're quite skilled at flying, to notice the limits of those brooms on your first try."
"It's a pity first-year wizards aren't allowed to bring their own brooms to school."
Ha, probably to keep students from flying around recklessly. Hard to say about other houses, but the Ravenclaw dormitory was at the top of a tower—perfect for taking off and landing directly on a broom.
Last time, while stargazing on the rooftop, he had personally seen an upper-year Ravenclaw student take off on a broom with a senior girl behind him.
And no matter how advanced a broom might be, its flight experience couldn't compare.
It was nothing like the exhilarating feeling of riding a Qilin through the sea of clouds.
"Lucien, since you've learned to fly a broom, why not try Quidditch sometime? It's really fun!"
Lucien finished his last wonton and then asked an oddly phrased question.
"Quidditch—does it have to be played on a broom?"
"What?"
Seeing the confused look on her face, Lucien waved his hand dismissively.
"Nothing, just pretend I was joking."
His first thought had been to play while riding Lumen, but he quickly reconsidered. That would be far too eye-catching—and far too overpowered.
Not to mention the Qilin's speed and agility in cloud-stepping flight—if he also used his innate Apparition, they might as well just hand him the trophy.
Wizards generally relied on brooms for flight. In other regions, some used magic carpets, but those came with serious limitations.
However, there was one wizard who had developed his own unique flying magic.
That was Lord Voldemort.
He could transform himself into a wisp of black smoke or a light breeze, soaring through the air without any external aid.
No matter his twisted ambitions, Tom's magical talent was undeniably remarkable.
If he hadn't pursued world domination and the subjugation of Britain, and had instead focused purely on studying magic, he might have truly achieved the immortality he sought.
But instead, he chose to cause chaos—and in the end, he couldn't even conquer a single school, let alone gain eternal life or escape death.
"I'm done eating. You two take your time—I'm heading back to read."
Terry swallowed the food in his mouth and waved.
Cho also subconsciously waved goodbye, surprised at how quickly Lucien had finished eating, and murmured, "We barely chatted. He really loves studying…"
"Ah, senior, what did you say?"
Terry looked up at Cho, still chewing on the golden, crispy Youtiao.
"Uh, nothing—I just said the wontons are delicious."
"Oh, then I'll go order a bowl to try."
"…"
Lucien walked toward the Ravenclaw common room, recalling the key points from The Identification of Dark Arts.
Especially those subtle curses—the Dark Arts that targeted the mind and soul.
There was no helping it.
Today, he had to head to Tom—no, Professor Quirrell's office—for Defense Against the Dark Arts tutoring.
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