After flying past one bookshelf after another, Silan couldn't help but ask, "How many books are there here?"
"I can't remember," Books replied somewhat embarrassedly. "The original owner's library was just a small room."
"But later he collected more and more books, and this place became bigger and bigger. In the first hundred years, I could still remember how many books there were, but later I couldn't remember."
"If I were to count them all from the beginning now, I'm afraid it would take me ten years without sleep."
"However, I've already categorized all these books."
Books stopped and looked at Silan. "If you need any books, just tell me."
"I'll find it soon."
Silan, sitting on her Broomstick, shifted uncomfortably. "Are all the books here related to Alchemy?"
"Of course not, this contains all kinds of books, and even a large number of Muggle books."
Books leaned closer to Silan and whispered, "Our master has had a strong book-collecting obsession for almost a hundred years, which is why there are so many books here."
Silan nodded and began to ponder the sea of books before him.
There are so many books here, but I'm only staying here for a week. Even if I read them non-stop, how many can I actually read?
Furthermore, the Hogwarts Library has a vast collection of books, and some of these books can be found elsewhere. Wouldn't it be a waste to only pick up a few ordinary introductory books?
To maximize her gains, Silan abandoned the idea of searching for the book and directly asked Books, "Where are Professor Nicolas Flamel's notes and journals?"
"You want to see these?"
"That's right, Professor Nicolas Flamel's notes and journals are extremely rare and much more valuable than these books."
"You're right."
Books nodded in agreement, then flew to the far end of several large bookshelves on his Broomstick and pulled out those old notes and manuscripts.
These notes are diverse, some are notebooks, some are Parchment or papyrus, and some are even slates. They look as if they have spanned several centuries.
The notes were obscure and difficult to understand, filled with various symbols and markings that Silan had never seen before.
Many questions have only one answer, with no explanation whatsoever.
Even more absurdly, many of these answers are simply Nicolas Flamel "noticing" a certain point, then assuming that something is the answer, and then he's right...
However, Silan didn't get bogged down in the details. Instead, she quickly reviewed her notes and copied them out.
That way you can take it with you and look at it at your leisure.
As she wrote, a virtual screen popped up in front of Silan.
Books are the ladder of human progress.
The books we read will undoubtedly become part of us; reading, organizing, and copying Nicolas Flamel's Alchemy Notebooks is an example.
[Upon completion, you can redeem trait attributes.]
"This is an unexpected delight."
While Silan was engrossed in his studies, Miss Granger began to feel melancholy again.
Unable to use magic after returning to the Muggle world made the experience of studying at Hogwarts seem like a dream.
Now that she's awakened from her dream, she's become a little girl with nowhere to go during summer vacation.
Most importantly, Silan wasn't there either.
Hermione sat listlessly at her desk, one hand supporting her chin, the other flipping through a book with a hint of irritation.
She hadn't received a letter from Silan for two days.
During this time, she had already reviewed the material she learned last semester.
Hermione got up and walked to the door. She pressed her ear against the door to listen for any sounds, and after confirming that no one was passing by, she ran to the wardrobe and took out a locked small box.
After opening the box, Hermione took out all the letters Silan had sent and placed them on the bed.
She lay on the bed, reading letter after letter.
She had actually read these letters countless times, but every time she read the opening "Dear Miss Granger," she couldn't help but smile.
Hermione picked up the most recent letter, rolled over, lay on the bed, and tilted her head back to read it.
I hadn't even started watching when I was interrupted by noises coming from downstairs.
Hermione, I have a letter for you.
"It must be Silan!"
Hermione rolled off the bed in a flash, not even bothering to put on her shoes, and ran down the stairs. After taking the letter from the mailbox, she ran back to her room.
"This child..." Granger shook her head helplessly.
Back in her room, Hermione locked the door before sitting back down on the bed.
Seeing the familiar sealing wax, Hermione felt a surge of excitement. She carefully opened the envelope and began to read the letter.
"My dear Miss Granger ..."
Upon seeing those familiar words, Hermione let out a small laugh, feeling immense satisfaction.
The letter wasn't very long, but Hermione read it very slowly.
After finishing reading it, she read it again from the beginning, repeating this process three times before finally stopping.
Finally, her gaze tried to look away, but it still unconsciously fell on the two words "I miss you" on the last line.
Hermione suddenly felt a little hot and fanned herself with her small hands.
But this slight breeze, though barely noticeable, couldn't dispel her blush.
She buried her face in the pillow, a little embarrassed, and kept slapping her legs against the bed. Finally, she rolled around on the bed, hugging the pillow, and almost fell off.
Exhausted, Melba flew in through the window, landed on the back of a chair, and stared at Hermione speechlessly.
Am I, a poor owl, also part of your game?
It's been... countless days since I last thought about Hogwarts.
Noticing the owl's gaze, Hermione froze, then got out of bed, looking embarrassed, and straightened her clothes.
"Sorry, Melba," Hermione said, feeding it a supplement. "I'll write back right away."
Hermione sat back down at her desk, opened the drawer, and pondered which sheet of stationery to use.
Ultimately finding it too difficult to decide, Hermione simply closed her eyes and randomly picked a sheet of paper with flowers drawn on the back.
But as soon as Hermione picked up her pen, she ran into another problem.
How should I start?
"Dear Mr. Prewett?" sounds rather distant.
Dear Silan? That seems too intimate.
Melba, standing next to him, kept rolling his eyes at his conflicted expression.
After hesitating for a while, Hermione finally put down her pen and started writing the letter.
"My dearest Silan ..."
Despite her shyness, Hermione still chose this slightly more intimate form of address.
Fortunately, writing letters is a private matter, as long as you can overcome your shyness.
In addition, she had another purpose in choosing this title.
I was hoping that Silan would start his reply with "Dear Hermione."
"My dear Hermione, my dear Silan... hehe..."
Thinking of her brilliant plan, Hermione couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
Silan was in class when Hermione wrote the letter.
During his class, Nicolas Flamel used the miniature stage-like Pensieve he had made himself. He directly extracted his memories of Alchemy and presented them to Silan.
"We've already discussed the two systems of Alchemy, 'incantation' and 'rune inscription.' But there's another very important skill: 'smelting.'"
"Mastering [Spellcasting] and [Inscription] will make you a master in the field of Alchemy, but if you want to go further, you must master [Smelting]."