Silan entered Malfoy's bedroom and, before sitting down, glanced around discreetly.
"The Malfoy family truly lives up to its reputation as an ancient and noble Pure-blood families." Silan glanced at the family crest and banner hanging on the bedroom wall. "They certainly have excellent taste."
Despite knowing it was a compliment, Malfoy couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and glance back smugly at his family crest.
"You're not bad at all, being able to see through my setup."
Silan glanced at the almost completely changed decor and furnishings in the dormitory and thought to herself that the Malfoy family was truly wealthy, the complete opposite of the Weasley family.
The curtains and draperies on Malfoy's bed were all replaced with new ones, and even the thread embroidered with the Slytherin crest was genuine silver thread.
The incense burned in the dormitory seems to purify the air, preventing the room from feeling stuffy.
Malfoy pulled out a chair to sit down, but then felt that he was getting too close to Silan, so he quietly moved the chair to the opposite side of Silan before finally sitting down.
"What do you want from me?" Malfoy asked, frowning.
He wondered if Prewett was trying to cause him trouble because of what happened during the Quidditch match. But hadn't he already apologized then?
Or did he find out about my boasting about fighting alongside him these past few days?
Thinking of this, Malfoy glanced worriedly in the direction of the gate, wondering how he would escape later.
Silan was about to speak when Malfoy suddenly raised his hand to interrupt him.
"Before you speak, I should remind you that my father is School Governor the Hogwarts Board of Trustees."
"I know," Silan nodded.
Lucius, Voldemort's right-hand man.
Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Malfoy felt no anger, only greater fear.
They don't even respect the School Governor?
Even bringing up his father didn't work; Malfoy was starting to despair.
I'm afraid I'm in for Elphias Doge day.
A sense of desolate tragedy, like that of a hero meeting his end, welled up in Malfoy's heart. He thought to himself that even though he was no match for Prewett, his own story was still legendary.
This will be recorded in the family history in the future, so that future generations can look back on it.
Silan didn't pay attention to the scenarios Malfoy was conjuring up in his head; he simply took out an Augurey pen and placed it on the table.
"I'm here today to have you appraise this quill pen," Silan said, getting straight to the point without beating around the bush.
Malfoy was stunned, his mind a little blank.
The sense of desolate tragedy and heroic downfall that had been brewing in his heart for half a day vanished in an instant.
That's it?
"That's it. You are the heir of Pure-blood families, and I trust your judgment." Silan smiled calmly.
"Oh, I see. Haha." Malfoy chuckled awkwardly, dismissing his earlier thought of a hero's demise. "Then you've come to the right person."
However, after picking up the quill, Malfoy was somewhat disappointed.
He glanced at it, shook his head, and put the quill pen back.
"It's just a quill pen made of an Augurey, nothing special, a few Galleon each."
Goyle and Crabbe, who were standing nearby, exchanged a glance and wisely remained silent.
"This isn't your average quill," Silan explained with a faint smile. "It's Spell-Checking Quill; words written with it will never be wrong."
"Of course, this is just one of its minor functions; its greatest benefit is that it can reduce the mental effort required to cast Writing Charm."
Silan did not offer much explanation.
"What does this mean?" Goyle couldn't hold back any longer and asked.
Although Crabbe didn't speak, a look of doubt remained on his face.
"You two idiots." Malfoy rolled his eyes, picked up the quill again, and examined it carefully. "Prewett means that as long as you know how to Writing Charm, you can easily do your homework with this quill."
Am I right?
"Absolutely correct."
Malfoy carefully held the quill, squinting as he examined the Ancient Runes engraved on it, thinking how wonderful it would be if it truly possessed such power.
Seemingly reading his mind, Silan smiled and said, "You can try it now."
"Goyle, bring the ink bottle and the Parchment."
After everything was laid out on the table, Malfoy picked up his wand and cast a Writing Charm on the quill.
The quill pen leaped up with a light, graceful dance, dipped in ink, and began to dance on the Parchment.
The pen tip glided across the Parchment, making a soft, rustling sound, like spring rain falling into the soil.
Where the ink touched the brush, the characters appeared to emerge.
The exhilarating feeling made Malfoy look at the quill pen with surprise.
He had fantasized more than once about making the pen move on its own to do his homework.
But when this actually happened, he still found it somewhat unbelievable.
This quill pen was perfectly suited to the Writing Charm; the moment a word came to mind, it would automatically write it down without a single mistake.
Using it to do homework would be so much easier!
"Mr. Prewett, I'd like to know, where did you get this quill pen?"
Malfoy abruptly stood up from his chair, bracing himself on the table with both hands, but then realized it was somewhat rude, so he slowly sat back down, though his face still showed an anxious and expectant expression.
"Could you sell me this quill pen? The price is negotiable."
Silan's plan was to use the quill pen as a pretext to let Malfoy experience its effects firsthand.
Now that her goal was achieved, Silan began to deliver the sales pitch she had prepared long ago.
"This is an alchemical product I just made. I used the finest Augurey quill pen, and these quill pens are given priority to Slytherin, so the price..."
Silan didn't finish his sentence, but just looked at Malfoy with great interest.
Although Silan knew that Slytherin students were wealthy, she had no idea how much to sell it for.
"You mean, I'm the first student to be able to buy this kind of quill pen?" Malfoy was inexplicably interested in this matter.
"To be precise, it should be Slytherin's first," Silan explained. "Other houses sell some made from ordinary quills."
"Anyway, Potter doesn't have it right now, right?"
"Yes."
The first Slytherin student to own such a quill, and even Harry Potter didn't have one...
The combination of various buffs left Malfoy completely dizzy.
Buy it! You absolutely must buy it!
Whether it was the effectiveness of the quill pen or its unique features, Malfoy was captivated by it.
"Mr. Prewett, name your price."
Malfoy leaned back comfortably in his chair, his posture elegant and relaxed.
Since the topic of money had come up, Malfoy returned to his comfort zone.
After considering it for a moment, Silan raised his offer slightly and tentatively said, "Fifty Galleon then."
"Make a deal!"
As if afraid he would change his mind, Malfoy grabbed the armrest and stood up abruptly.
"Goyle, give me the money!"
Seeing him like this, Silan felt a pang of regret.
"Tsk, that's too little!"