Hermione suddenly remembered something. She set down her croissant, frowned, and said to Silas in a slightly worried, serious tone, "Oh, right, Silas, I nearly forgot! The Ministry of Magic has rules—underage wizards aren't allowed to use magic outside school! You used a portal to come to my house just now. What if the Ministry detected it? Would you get a warning, or even be expelled?"
Silas waved a hand dismissively, picked up another croissant, and took a bite. "Relax, relax. The Ministry's monitoring system mainly tracks magical fluctuations emitted by wands. What I use is mostly Vishanti Magic. Its energy source and operating method are completely different from your wand magic—it doesn't need a wand at all. That junk the Ministry uses can't detect me."
He pointed at Hermione's wand on the table. "As for the Trace, it's attached to the wands of young wizards who enroll through the 'official channels.' Someone unofficial like me has a privately customized wand. They haven't put the Trace on it yet. So as long as I don't cause too much trouble in front of Muggles, nobody really bothers me."
Hermione suddenly understood, but then her eyes shone even brighter. She grabbed Silas's arm, her voice full of eagerness. "Vishanti Magic? The kind you use—the golden sparks, the portals, and things like that? I want to learn! Especially the portals! They're so convenient! Will you teach me?"
Looking into Hermione's sparkling eyes, which practically screamed I want to study, Silas felt a headache coming on. Like he was placating a child, he said somewhat perfunctorily, "Hermione, be good. This magical system is very complicated. It has high requirements for talent and foundation. It's not something you can learn right now—ah!"
Before he could finish, Hermione angrily raised her little fist and thumped his