Nicolas Flamel looked at Silan with a very complex expression.
There is exploration and anticipation, but also helplessness and doubt.
He knew in his heart that even if Silan had some talent, it would be a huge challenge to make such a box within three years.
This requires not only mastering a large amount of Alchemy knowledge, but also being able to control Dragonfire, learn to smelt materials, and be proficient in Transfiguration.
"Child, this is not an easy task."
Think it through before you answer.
Nicolas Flamel stared intently at Silan with a deep, penetrating gaze.
After saying that, he actually felt a little regretful.
"Is this too harsh on a young wizard?"
But he immediately overturned his idea.
If Silan lacks the confidence to meet the challenge, or if he cannot accomplish this within three years.
That means his talent isn't good enough.
He probably won't be able to catch up to this level of talent in his entire life.
Even if he achieves great success in Alchemy in the future and is able to create Philosopher's Stone to prolong his life, he will only follow the same path as himself.
The torment of time and the wear and tear on his soul will soon plunge him into an indescribable weariness, until his energy is completely depleted.
If that's the case, then it would be better not to let him embark on this path in the first place.
Silan fell silent, but her mind began to wander.
Despite his lofty position, Nicolas Flamel was not a strict old wizard.
There must be a reason why he suddenly said such a thing.
Considering his repeated questions and tests during his previous Alchemy demonstrations, Silan thought, "Could this be a test?"
Seeing that Silan had fallen silent, Nicolas Flamel assumed that he had been discouraged and sighed inwardly.
"This is indeed a difficult task..."
"Master Nicolas Flamel, thank you for your guidance. Before this, I truly never imagined that Alchemy could contain such magnificent wonders and pinnacles."
Nicolas Flamel was even more disappointed when he heard that Silan did not answer his question directly.
This made him feel even more exhausted.
"It seems I will ultimately be unable to pass on the Alchemy before I leave this world..."
He sighed repeatedly with a sense of sorrow in his heart.
The Elixir of Life made from the Philosopher's Stone did extend his physical life, but the effects of time on his soul were no less severe.
For so many years, his soul has been like that of an old man who is constantly on the go.
That almost desperate feeling of exhaustion was a constant companion, leaving him drained of energy.
This is why Dumbledore said that death for Nicolas Flamel was "finally going to bed after a long day's work."
"This child is no good either."
"Let Albus take him back in a few days."
Nicolas Flamel put away his wand, braced himself against the armrest, and prepared to get up and leave, when he suddenly heard Silan's words.
"Master Nicolas Flamel, thank you."
"I'm more interested in Alchemy now. I'm sure I can make this kind of box within three years."
Silan's words were spoken calmly and deliberately, yet they possessed a power that struck straight to the heart, making one want to believe him.
Finally, he changed the subject and took the initiative to make his own request.
"If I could do that, I would like to ask Master Nicolas Flamel to accept me as a formal disciple."
Silan gave a faint smile, but his gaze toward Nicolas Flamel was burning with sincerity and sharpness.
If this really is a test.
Then I want to get the best reward.
Becoming a disciple of Nicolas Flamel is a tremendous gain, both in terms of prestige and practical benefits.
Faced with an opportunity to gain both fame and fortune, Silan showed no mercy.
The aged and silent Nicolas Flamel narrowed his eyes as he looked at the ambitious Silan.
Silan met his gaze without flinching.
In this seemingly fateful arrangement, Nicolas Flamel saw many things in his almost black pupils.
Extreme self-confidence and pride.
Extremely ambitious and eager.
It was only then that Nicolas Flamel suddenly realized that the young wizard in front of him was an anomaly in the Prewett family.
His fathers were all students of Gryffindor.
He was an outcast in the family, the only Slytherin.
This unexpected twist of fate stirred something within Nicolas Flamel, and he couldn't help but laugh.
"If you're willing at that time, I'd be happy to teach you Alchemy."
"But Headmaster Dumbledore said that you..."
Silan means to destroy the Philosopher's Stone and give up the pursuit of immortality.
"Ha ha." Nicolas Flamel laughed heartily. "Don't worry, child, I'm not in such a hurry to die."
In fact, Nicolas Flamel is in a good mood right now.
Although he wanted to pass on the Alchemy, his strict standards prevented him from ever finding a disciple.
Wizards who wanted to learn Alchemy from him were either disheartened by the Alchemy he demonstrated or lacked the talent to pass his tests.
The last child with some talent was a girl named Phoebe from Beauxbatons.
Although the child came from Nicolas Flamel's alma mater, he ultimately failed his test.
"Can this child do it?"
Nicolas Flamel didn't know either.
However, he is willing to wait for an answer.
"Master Nicolas Flamel, in order to complete the test," Silan continued, trying to secure a special advantage for herself, "Can I still come to study with you during my winter and summer vacations?"
"Also, if I encounter any problems while learning Alchemy, may I write to you for advice?"
"Of course, child, of course." Nicolas Flamel nodded repeatedly.
After making this agreement and the three-year commitment, Silan and Nicolas Flamel walked out together.
Before leaving, Silan turned around and glanced at the space inside the box, then smiled slightly.
"It seems like my school life won't be too boring from now on."
When Silan returned to her room, she found that a dejected Melba had already come back.
Hermione's reply was on the table.
"Well done, Melba." Silan patted its head and gave it a supplement.
Melba was so exhausted from her journey that she almost collapsed on the table. She only felt a little better after drinking some supplements.
Silan gave it some jerky.
"Eat up, and then get some rest."
"I still have mail to deliver tomorrow."
Melba's eyes widened, and the jerky he had just picked up fell to the ground with a "thud".
It stammered, "There... there's still a letter?"
Silan countered, "Otherwise, why would I give you so many supplements?"
Those who eat my food must reciprocate with corresponding labor!
Melba flapped its wings and coughed.
"Is it too late for me to throw it up now...?"
Melba was filled with grief and indignation, crying out in his heart, "Even black slaves aren't treated like this!"
Do you know how difficult it is to fly across the English Channel alone?
"No, you don't understand! You just want me to deliver that cheesy, cheesy letter to you!"
However, it also knew that resistance was futile.
So he turned his grief and anger into appetite, and began to drink tonics and eat jerky in large gulps.
Seeing it devour its food, Silan was very satisfied.
Look how happy the child is.
After settling things with Melba, Silan left the room and went to the library to continue organizing and copying Nicolas Flamel's notes.
Meanwhile, Nicolas Flamel was writing a letter to Dumbledore.