Inside the Forbidden Forest, bathed in moonlight.
Lumen, wrapped in a faint yellow auspicious cloud, descended gently, and the glass plate it carried settled steadily onto Lucien's workbench.
"Master, does this look alright?"
Lucien glanced at the glass plate.
On the surface of the silvery-white blood, blue circular spots had already formed—remarkably uniform in size—slowly drifting within the liquid.
"Mm. Very good."
Lucien tapped his wand, precisely measured five hundred milliliters of blood, and guided it into the cauldron.
Following the recipe, he added each prepared ingredient with exacting care.
Picking up the Philosopher's Stone, Lucien took several deep breaths.
He had brewed Potions using the Philosopher's Stone before under Dumbledore's supervision, but those attempts had never been complete.
He glanced toward the little unicorn. In the vision of the Eye of Peering Magic, its magic circuits had dimmed even further.
The normal process would be far too slow. He had no choice but to rely on the Philosopher's Stone.
He let the Philosopher's Stone float above the cauldron, converting the scattered moonlight into a faint red glow and letting it shine down into the solution:
At times, he would lower the Philosopher's Stone directly into the cauldron, then promptly remove it after it had churned within the solution for a precise interval:
At other times, he placed the Philosopher's Stone within the flames, altering their properties and color.
Lucien brewed the Moon Soul Water with meticulous care, every step measured and deliberate.
Although the situation was urgent, there was not the slightest mistake in the process.
He was already relying on the Philosopher's Stone to save time. He could not afford to rush any further. In Potion-making, a single misstep could mean reduced effectiveness at best, or total failure—or even turning a beneficial Potion into a lethal poison.
Time passed bit by bit…
[Ding. Qilin (Annual Loan) has been repaid.]
Hearing the prompt, Lucien let out a long breath of relief.
The task tied to the Qilin (Annual Loan) had been to brew a Potion using the Philosopher's Stone.
There was no requirement for a specific type of Potion—only that it be completed successfully.
"Haah.. It.. It's done."
Lucien looked at the blue-white, transparent liquid in the cauldron and, after one final check, confirmed that it perfectly matched the description in the recipe.
He poured the Moon Soul Water into a Potion vial and hurried over to Newt.
Newt was doing everything he could to care for Seleneia and her child. Seleneia's condition had improved significantly; as a mature unicorn, and with the combined effects of multiple interventions, she had stabilized.
Now, all that remained was to completely cleanse the complex toxins from her body.
The Potions Dumbledore was brewing—numerous and exceedingly complex—were also nearing completion.
However, the baby unicorn's condition continued to worsen; its already faint cries were now coming only intermittently.
"Mr. Newt, let me."
Lucien gently took the baby unicorn from Newt's arms.
Sensing its abnormally low body temperature, he did not hesitate and carefully fed the Moon Soul Water into its mouth.
"Don't be afraid, little one… don't be afraid…"
Lucien softly patted the little unicorn's slightly trembling body, trying to ease its fear and pain.
The effects of the Moon Soul Water quickly manifested. The little unicorn stopped trembling, and its previously erratic breathing gradually became steady.
It worked!!
Both the calming effect and the stabilization of the soul were successful.
The whirlpools in Lucien's eyes spun faster as he carefully examined the little unicorn's magic circuits.
Hmm. The circuits had stabilized as well.
Fuck yes!
Ok! Time for the next step.
Lucien raised his wand, the tip pointing toward the little unicorn's back, near its lower abdomen.
That was where the magic circuit was most clearly severed.
"Urg—"
A soft whimper, laced with pain, reached Lucien's ears. He turned to look at Seleneia.
She struggled to lift her neck, trying to stand. The movement tore open several of her wounds, and silvery-white blood dripped down.
Newt tried to calm her, urging her not to move and worsen her injuries, but it was no use.
In the end, Seleneia still forced herself upright, staring intently at Lucien—and at her child.
Lucien saw something unmistakably human in her eyes: pleading, anxiety.
He spoke to her gently.
"It's alright. The child will be fine."
This time, he didn't use Lumen's Translation, yet Seleneia seemed to understand him. Her legs trembled, but she remained standing quietly nearby.
Just as Lucien was about to proceed with the next step of the Magic Weaving Technique, Dumbledore finished brewing all the required Potions and came to Seleneia's side.
He gave Lucien a long, steady look.
He handed part of the Potions to Newt and explained their specific applications.
Watching Dumbledore and Newt work together to treat Seleneia and purge the toxins from her body, Lucien no longer needed to worry about her.
Lucien lifted his silver-black wand, and hair-thin strands of magic extended from its tip.
Originally, the second step of the Magic Weaving Technique was to destroy the magical creature's original magic circuit. Lucien didn't need to do that—he only needed to repair the baby unicorn's circuit.
The next step was to disguise his own magic as part of that circuit.
Perhaps this would also prove valuable for his future attempts at magical creature Transfiguration.
If he could imitate and disguise, then perhaps he could also… create.
Lucien adjusted his magic once more, causing the tips of the already hair-thin magic threads to split further, becoming even finer and more precise.
Dumbledore noticed this, his beard giving a slight twitch. He was surprised by Lucien's progress, yet at the same time found it strangely reasonable—as though it was no longer unusual for this child—no—young man to accomplish such feats.
Lucien guided the magic threads through the little unicorn's skin, weaving between muscle fibers until they reached the vicinity of the now-stabilized magic circuit.
Transfiguration…
A unicorn's magic circuit was normally a closed loop, with magic flowing endlessly within it.
But the little unicorn's circuit had broken, dim sections—like a violin string violently snapped.
The flowing magic could not fully enter the subsequent circuit. Most of it simply leaked away, slowly dissipating.
Lucien held his breath, focusing every shred of his attention on the magic threads.
"Simulatum… dissimulo…"
For ordinary wizards, this would have been nothing more than a fantasy.
But at this moment, Lucien's extraordinary talent in Transfiguration was fully on display.
Following the method of the Magic Weaving Technique, he first controlled a single magic thread, initiating the ultimate Transfiguration at a microscopic level.
The magic at the tip of the thread subtly twisted, restructured, and underwent intricate transformations.
Bit by bit, it began to simulate the unique, pure, and sacred fluctuations of unicorn magic.
The difficulty was immense—like threading a needle in the middle of a storm—demanding unimaginable precision and control.
Fine beads of sweat formed on Lucien's forehead, and his arms trembled slightly under the strain of such intense concentration.
The Transfigured magic thread acted like a temporary chain, carefully bridging the two broken ends of the circuit.
A small wisp of unicorn magic tentatively flowed along this chain, slow and cautious, like a trickling stream.
The instant the magic smoothly entered the other end of the circuit, a flash of joy lit Lucien's eyes.
Yes! It is possible!
Without delay, Lucien began to Transfigure and simulate additional magic threads.
More chains connected the severed ends of the circuit, gradually shaping a narrow riverbed.
The scattered magic within the little unicorn's body began to flow through this "unfamiliar" channel.
Under Lucien's continued guidance and shaping, the flow of magic gradually grew stronger.
Even more miraculously, the little unicorn's own vitality seemed to awaken in response, nourishing and reinforcing the newly reopened "river channel."
"Lumen, give me another drop of blood."
At its master's call, Lumen did not hesitate. The wound on its lower abdomen had long since healed, so it gently bit the tip of its tongue. A drop of golden-red blood was lifted by an auspicious cloud and brought before Lucien.
Lucien extracted a thin strand from the qilin blood, and the golden-red filament entered through the wound on the little unicorn's back.
In an instant, Lucien "saw" a delicate magic circuit—like a newborn vine—forming in its original position, faint yet steady, glowing with pure light.
He slowly withdrew his own magic threads. Seeing that the newly formed circuit remained stable, Lucien finally let out a breath of relief.
Haah.. ok. No time to waste.Continue.
After a brief adjustment, Lucien began repairing the other damaged sections of the magic circuit.
This time, the process went much faster—partly because the remaining damage was less severe, and partly because Lucien had grown more proficient.
As the moonlight gradually shifted, Lucien's magic reserves were steadily drained, nearing exhaustion.
[Ding. Circuit Tablet (Monthly Loan) has been repaid.]
[Congratulations to the host for witnessing a memorable birth of life.]
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