After nightfall.
Silan stepped out of her room and waved her wand, casting a Disillusionment Charm on herself.
Then they stealthily made their way to Malfoy's bedroom.
It was late at night, and there was hardly anyone moving around in the lounge.
Reaching the door of Malfoy's bedroom, Silan cast three locking spells on the door in one go.
This Spells is quite ingenious; it only lasts for half a day, and will automatically dissipate when the time is up.
There won't be a single trace.
But Silan put in a lot of effort, using all his strength in every Spells.
Even if Malfoy knew the Lockpicking Charm, it wouldn't be so easy to open.
To break Spells, it's not enough to simply know how to counter the curse.
If the three locking spells on Silan are like a large basin of water, then using a counter-spell is like using a container to scoop the water out of that basin.
The stronger a person is, the larger the container they can use to scoop the water, and they can quickly scoop it dry and break the Spells. But some people have to use small cups to scoop it out little by little.
Not only is the chance of success low, but the process will also be much slower.
However, he still felt uneasy.
Malfoy lives with Goyle. What if Crabbe comes looking for them in the morning, finds the door locked, and tells the professor? Wouldn't that mean they'd be let out early?
Thinking this, Silan took a few more steps and found Crabbe's bedroom.
He waved his wand again, casting three locking spells on the door.
After doing all this, Silan finally felt relieved and went back to sleep peacefully.
That morning, the first class was Herbology.
The shadow of a small snake, cast through the window, crawled onto Malfoy's bed just as he woke up.
After washing up and getting ready, Malfoy carefully combed his hair in front of the mirror.
Pale blond hair and grey eyes are the hallmarks of the Malfoy family's pure bloodline.
Draco Malfoy was always proud of this.
"Goyle, stop groaning in bed like a pig." Malfoy combed his hair back, revealing his shiny bald head. "We should go to class."
"Five minutes... let me sleep some more..."
Goyle lay in bed, groaning and whimpering, clutching the blanket.
Malfoy impatiently pulled back the covers and slapped him with his hand, which was wet with cold water.
"Stop talking nonsense and get up now."
When the two of them finished getting ready to go to class, Malfoy suddenly found that the door wouldn't open.
"What's going on? Who locked the door?"
Malfoy angrily kicked the door. "This must be Potter's scheme! He wants us to be late for class so Professor Sprout will deduct points from our grades."
"That's incredibly vicious." Goyle clenched his fists.
"Or maybe it's those two identical idiots from the Weasley family, they're as annoying as two Bludger."
Malfoy took out his wand. "But they certainly don't know that I already know the Lockpicking Charm."
"That's amazing, Draco!"
Goyle acted as the mood-maker on the sidelines.
Malfoy smirked and waved at him smugly, signaling him to stay away.
After Goyle did as he was told, Malfoy waved his wand.
"The Alohomora."
"Is it done?" Goyle strode over, pulled on the door, and his face stiffened. "It's... it doesn't seem to work."
Malfoy, his face ashen, also pulled at the door.
The gate remained completely still, showing no intention of opening.
"Damn Potter!"
"Goyle! Knock on the door!" Malfoy decided to resort to physical means.
Goyle stepped forward and banged on the door, shouting, "Is anyone home? Will anyone let us out?! Go tell the professor!"
The two people pounded on the door and shouted at the top of their lungs.
Unfortunately, there were many Slytherin classes today, and the common room was almost empty.
The Slytherin Common Room is located directly beneath the Black Lake, which is essentially a dungeon with extremely thick stone walls, providing excellent soundproofing.
So they shouted for a long time, but no one heard them.
Adding to their woes, the dormitory windows couldn't be opened, leaving the two of them trapped inside.
Crabbe and an innocent classmate in another dormitory room also encountered the same situation.
In Herbology.
The amiable Professor Sprout glanced around at the young wizards, his brow furrowing slightly.
Four young wizards were late.
This made her somewhat unhappy.
In all his years of teaching, this was the first time Professor Sprout had ever seen so many students late at the end of the semester.
Moreover, all the latecomers were Slytherin students.
Although everyone thinks Slytherin students aren't very friendly, it's undeniable that their academic performance is quite good.
Professors rarely lose points from Slytherin students.
"Mr. Prewett," Professor Sprout looked at the familiar Silan, "Do you know why those four are absent?"
"I'm sorry, Professor." Silan shook her head. "As you know, I arrived at the greenhouse a long time ago and really don't know anything about their situation."
"Alright, Slytherin, eight points deducted. Let's begin the lesson."
As soon as Professor Sprout finished speaking, a small screen popped up in front of Silan's eyes.
[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +1]
[Silver Tongue has reached level two]
[New Effect: Leadership Aura]
[Silver Tongue: Level 2 (1/200)]
[Description: People dislike lies, yet they need them; this is not deception, but the art of language.]
[Effect 1: Your words resonate with people, making it easier to gain their trust.]
[Effect 2: Those who admire you will be more convinced by your words.]
Upgraded?
As the first entry Silan acquired, [Silver Tongue] leveled up rather slowly.
But this also shows that Silan is an honest person.
Ron raised an eyebrow at Harry beside him, saying gloatingly, "Malfoy and his two little henchmen are both late."
"If Snape knew about this, I don't know how furious he would be."
Why do you think he didn't come to class?
"Maybe they ate too much," Harry guessed about the Slytherin Common Room. "I heard their common room is an underwater dungeon, probably teeming with rats."
Snakes eat mice; it's in their nature.
After class, Silan made sure Ron and Harry had returned to the castle before he quietly slipped away to Hagrid's Hut.
Hagrid paced excitedly in front of the cabin, and when he saw Silan, he waved his arms at him with great enthusiasm.
"Come quick, Silan!"
When Silan entered the room, Hagrid carefully lifted the Unicorn Tail Hair covering the basket.
The jet-black dragon egg lay in the basket.
Silan could clearly see a deep crack on it.
"Shh."
Hagrid gestured for Silan to be quiet, then brought his ear close to the dragon egg. "Listen."
Following Hagrid's example, Silan heard a "click-clack" sound coming from the dragon egg.
Hagrid sat in a chair, his hands gripping the table, looking at the dragon egg with anticipation.
"Snap."
A short, sharp scraping sound rang out, the dragon egg cracked open, and a wrinkled little Dragon with spiky wings crawled out.
It has a long nose, horns on its head, and thin, translucent scales covered in egg yolk.
Norbert tilted his head and glanced at Hagrid.
With a strange look on Silan's face, Norbert called out to Hagrid, "Mom?"
... Divider Line...
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