Some... Daily Life

Hagrid looked at Silas, his face showing a mix of lingering fear and concern. He hesitated for a moment before finally speaking the words that had been weighing on his mind: "Silas, there's one more thing... I know Professor Quirrell is... he's a bad sort, trying to harm Harry. But even if you're sure he's a Dark Wizard, you can't... you can't just attack him so rashly, can you? What if... what if he's much stronger than you?"

Silas listened to Hagrid's words without immediately refuting them. Instead, he nodded very seriously, a look of calm and clarity, uncharacteristic of his usual lazy demeanor, appearing on his face.

"You're right, Hagrid," Silas admitted. "I admit, I was a bit impulsive at the time. However," he changed tack, his tone filled with a certainty based on his assessment of strength, "I dared to do it because I was basically sure that Quirrell fellow... is just a weakling."

He raised his hand, a faint trace of red energy swirling around his fingertips – the residual magic of the Sekern Red Belt.

"My Red Belt's effect is to bind and seal magic. But it's not omnipotent," Silas said, looking at the trace of energy and calmly analyzing, "I've tested it, and estimated it. This thing definitely can't hold a wizard on Professor Dumbledore's level, or... a monster like Voldemort in his prime."

At the mention of Voldemort's name, Hagrid's massive frame visibly trembled, and fear showed on his face.

Silas continued, as if stating an objective fact: "To put it bluntly, my move turns a situation from 'should be able to win' to 'definitely can win.' As long as my Red Belt can successfully entangle the opponent, I can seal their magic, and then they're at my mercy. I'm confident in that regard."

He spread his hands, his expression open. "But if the opponent's magic is far stronger than mine, so strong that my Sekern Red Belt can't bind them at all, or if they can counter me with a faster spell before I can even act... then the situation is completely different. Against an opponent of that caliber, I would have to put in a lot of effort, and might even need to... well, use some riskier, more extreme methods."

His analysis was very calm, even a little cold, clearly defining the boundaries of his abilities: against opponents weaker than or equal to him, he could achieve a crushing victory with the Sekern Red Belt; but against true powerhouses, more complex strategies and greater risks would be necessary.

Hagrid listened to Silas's clear, almost "combat analyst"-like words, his mouth agape, unsure of what to say. He had initially thought Silas was just a talented but impulsive child, and hadn't expected him to have such a clear and... realistic judgment of his own and his opponents' strengths.

"So, you don't need to worry about me being foolish enough to challenge someone I can't beat," Silas said, patting Hagrid's thick arm. His usual slightly lazy smile returned to his face. "I, for one, hate trouble. If something can be solved easily, I'd never go out of my way to make things difficult for myself."

Hagrid looked at Silas, his heart filled with mixed emotions. This child seemed far more complex than he let on. He possessed great power, yet maintained a clear understanding of that power; he appeared impulsive, but actually had his own logic and principles. This put him slightly at ease, but at the same time, he had a faint feeling that Silas might cause even bigger... "trouble" in the future.

A few days later, in the Gryffindor common room, the fireplace's flames leaped, reflecting on several grim faces. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were hunched over a table, furiously scribbling on parchment. The scratching of their quills on the paper was filled with pain and anxiety. Their homework was piled as high as a small mountain.

Silas, on the other hand, sat leisurely in an armchair next to them, legs crossed, holding a hardcover copy of Advanced Potion-Making. However, he seemed to be more there to pass the time than to actually study. He glanced at the two struggling beside him and casually asked:

"Is the homework a lot? You two look like you're in pain writing it."

Ron looked up, his eyes filled with resentment and envy as he looked at Silas, and wailed, "A lot! It's ridiculously much! The Transfiguration essay needs to be twelve inches long! Charms class requires practicing precise control of the Levitation Charm! And then there's the essay on the invention of the self-stirring cauldron for History of Magic... Silas, how do you manage? I've never seen you worried about homework!"

Silas closed his book, shrugged, and put on an expression that said, "What's so difficult about this?" (Internal monologue: Having survived over a decade of intense studying from middle school through high school and university, with endless essays and bombing tests, this amount of homework at Hogwarts is just a drop in the bucket compared to back then. I developed immunity long ago.) But he said aloud, "Maybe... I'm just good at time management?"

He skillfully changed the subject, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice, asking, "By the way, did Hagrid tell you about his 'little treasure' too?"

Harry and Ron exchanged a look and both nodded, their faces showing a mixture of excitement and worry. Harry said quietly, "Yeah... the dragon egg! Hagrid said it's about to hatch! This is too dangerous!"

Silas's face showed an interested smile. "That's a Norwegian Ridgeback! How cool is that! When it hatches, want to go watch the excitement together? It'll definitely be fun!"

Ron hesitated. "But... Hagrid's hut is a bit far from the castle, and going out at night..."

Silas waved his hand dismissively, interrupting him. "Far? What kind of problem is that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually drew a circle in the air beside him. Golden sparks crackled, and a stable portal instantly opened. Through the portal, the warm interior of Hagrid's hut was clearly visible – Hagrid was facing away from them, humming a tune by the fireplace, carefully tending to the dragon egg in the ashes.

"Here," Silas pointed at the portal. "We're there, aren't we? You can go anytime you want."

Harry and Ron stared at the portal, then at Silas, speechless for a moment.

Harry blinked, and finally, a key question occurred to him. He pointed at the surrounding red and gold decorations and the Gryffindor banner on the wall, and asked confusedly, "Wait... Silas, I remember... this is the Gryffindor common room, right? How did you get in?"

Silas seemed to hear a funny question. He raised an eyebrow and retorted in a tone that implied, "You're too naive":

"Oh my~ Who told you Ravenclaw students can't enter the Gryffindor common room? For me, isn't it just a matter of a portal, no matter where I am?"

He pointed at the still-open portal leading to Hagrid's hut, then casually drew another circle beside it. The opposite side of the portal immediately showed the Ravenclaw common room.

"See," Silas said proudly, "just popping over for a visit, how convenient."

Harry and Ron watched this scene, which resembled a magic show, completely dumbfounded. They finally deeply realized that Hogwarts's house divisions, curfew rules, and even spatial distances were as good as nonexistent for Silas. As long as he wanted to, he could go anywhere. This ability was simply... enviable (and also headache-inducing)!