The heat in the room gradually dissipated.
The atmosphere, however, did not ease much.
Nicolas Flamel's gaze, tinged with a hint of inquiry, lingered on Silan.
Silan feigned hesitation before saying, "Professor Nicolas Flamel, this is actually a secret of mine."
"Secret?"
"I'm sorry, child, I have no intention of prying into your privacy." Nicolas Flamel withdrew his gaze.
"No need to apologize, Professor." Silan smiled slightly, switching to a more intimate form of address. "You are my mentor in Alchemy, so I can tell you about this."
Compared to the title "professor" which is used to address a large number of students, the term "master" is more private and intimate.
More importantly, the two have completely different implications.
Nicolas Flamel did not object to this.
Silan continued, "But I hope you can keep this a secret."
"Of course, child." Nicolas Flamel nodded, dismissing Books was standing nearby.
"Books, go check the library."
Although Books was also curious about how the wizards controlled Dragonfire, he had no choice but to obey Nicolas Flamel's orders.
After he left, Silan pursed her lips and pondered for a while.
"Master Nicolas Flamel, I can actually communicate with Magical Creatures."
Nicolas Flamel was taken aback.
"Communication... you mean, being able to talk to Magical Creatures?"
Silan nodded. "Dragonfire was taught to me by a Dragon named Norbert."
[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +1]
The [Blazing Dragonfire] skill was extracted from Norbert, so that's not entirely wrong, is it?
"It seems the criteria for judging Silver Tongue has become more lenient," Silan thought to herself.
"The Dragon Cult wizards use Dragonfire?"
Nicolas Flamel felt that his worldview, formed over 600 years, had been reshaped.
"How could this be..." Nicolas Flamel murmured to himself, slowly sitting down in a chair. "Child, I don't doubt you."
"But this is just too unbelievable."
"I don't understand either." Silan also looked troubled. "Ever since I raised the Dragon Norbert, I've been practicing the Fire-Making Charm according to his method."
"Later, I gradually learned to use Dragonfire, but I still couldn't control them very well."
[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +1]
"This is indeed an unprecedented and extraordinary event."
Nicolas Flamel's gaze deepened.
He leaned back slowly in his chair, rested his arms on the armrests, and gazed up at the ceiling.
During his more than 600 years of life, he heard countless rumors and speculations about how wizards came to be.
One of the more interesting points is...
It is said that originally there were no wizards in the world; those who could use the mysterious and great power of magic were Magical Creatures.
Later, some wizards tamed Magical Creatures and incorporated Magical Creatures bloodlines into themselves, gradually mastering magic.
Pure-blood wizards who have incorporated the Animal Bloodline intermarry with each other.
Only then did the bloodline of the wizard slowly emerge.
These wizarding families, which incorporate the Animal Bloodline, are often favored by those Magical Creatures.
For example, the Dumbledore family has repeatedly received help from the Phoenix.
Could it be that the saying "wizards originated from Magical Creatures" is true? Or does the Prewett family actually have Dragon blood?
These questions kept swirling in Nicolas Flamel's mind.
Even after searching through his six hundred years of memories and experiences, he couldn't find any answers, so he simply stopped worrying about it.
Ah... interesting.
At Nicolas Flamel's age, very few things can move him anymore.
But since the child arrived, a series of inexplicable things have happened to him.
This greatly increased his interest in Silan.
"I don't know if you know Newt, he has some similar talents to you," Nicolas Flamel asked.
Silan shrugged. "I've heard of them, but I've never seen them."
Nicolas Flamel said with a smile, "I'll definitely introduce you to each other when I have the chance."
Tell me more about the Dragon.
He was clearly very interested in it.
Silan then recounted his story with Norbert and invited Nicolas Flamel to take a look inside his trunk.
"Master Nicolas Flamel, Headmaster Dumbledore gave me a box that can hold Magical Creatures."
"The Dragon Norbert is inside. Would you like to come with me to see him?"
Nicolas Flamel didn't socialize much, and he couldn't understand the Dragon's language either.
Silan told him it was fine.
Furthermore, Silan had always wanted to expand the space in the box.
Now that Nicolas Flamel, arguably the greatest Alchemy of all time, was right in front of him, wasn't this the perfect opportunity to fleece him?
"I would be happy to, child," Nicolas Flamel agreed.
Silan smiled calmly, took out his suitcase, and went inside with Nicolas Flamel.
When they came out of the cabin, they were still greeted by a blue sky, white clouds, and green grass.
"Master Nicolas Flamel, please wait a moment."
After speaking, Silan took out the dragon whistle he had made from Norbert's shed horn and blew it.
A short, sharp dragon whistle rang out, instantly catching Norbert's attention.
Norbert, inside the cave, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Master has arrived."
Norbert crawled out of the cave on all fours, spread his wings, and soared into the sky.
They flew towards the direction from which the dragon's whistle had come.
Its current size completely surpasses Hagrid's cabin.
The massive wings could stir up gusts of wind with just a gentle flap.
After circling in the air for a while, Norbert folded his wings and swooped down, landing in front of Silan and Nicolas Flamel, the whirlwind he created tugging at their clothes.
"It's been a long time, Master."
Norbert lay prone on the grass and bowed his head toward Silan.
"How have you been here lately?" Silan asked.
"It's alright, but the space is too small, so flying isn't very enjoyable."
Norbert shook his wings somewhat dejectedly.
The space of a Quidditch Pitch is still too small for a behemoth like the Dragon.
Silan glanced at Nicolas Flamel behind him and whispered to Norbert, "See that guy behind me?"
Norbert nodded warily. "I can sense it; he's very strong."
"This is the greatest Alchemy of our time. I'll invite him to fly around on your back later."
"You'd better behave yourself."
"I'll ask him to help expand this space."
Norbert blinked his enormous dragon eyes and flicked his tail. "Really, Master?"
Silan nodded.
"Just you wait and see, Master!"
Norbert had already mastered manned flight while playing with them in the Forbidden Forest and was full of confidence in it.
Nicolas Flamel, watching Silan and Norbert interact so warmly, couldn't help but start to resent Dumbledore.
"Albus, what kind of monster have you sent me...?"
Dragon are naturally irritable and aggressive, but they are so obedient and docile in front of Silan.
Even that little Newt I met back then couldn't have done this much.
If Nicolas Flamel was initially only intrigued by Dumbledore and wanted to meet Silan...
Now, he has truly developed a love for talent.
"He has a remarkable talent for Alchemy and has also mastered Dragonfire..."
Nicolas Flamel was convinced that as long as Silan didn't die prematurely, he would surely shine brightly in Alchemy.
Just as he was pondering this, Silan returned.
"Master Nicolas Flamel, if you would like, you can ride Norbert with me for a spin."