Once inside, Dumbledore, who had been looked down upon all summer, was finally able to drink hot tea from his old friend again.
"Books, I want more sugar in mine."
Dumbledore sat comfortably in his chair and gave a very serious reminder.
"Yes, sir."
After drinking a cup of Black Tea, Dumbledore subtly brought up the matter of Silan.
"It's a real inconvenience to have this child here," Dumbledore, setting down his teacup. "I must apologize."
"No, Albus."
Nicolas Flamel waved his hand. "It's not troublesome at all."
"I should be thanking you. Silan is a good kid; every time I see him, it reminds me of myself when I was a student."
When Silan was mentioned, Nicolas Flamel became radiant and seemed to have become much younger.
He kept going on and on. "This child has good talent and temperament; he's a good candidate to learn Alchemy."
"You don't know, Albus," Nicolas Flamel sighed, "I've been waiting for a student like this for far too long."
"So long that I've forgotten how many years it has been."
"Oh... so you're sure you want to..." Dumbledore, then stopped himself from speaking.
"Yes, Albus."
Nicolas Flamel nodded to him. "I'm willing to wait a few more years."
"You don't need to worry about the Philosopher's Stone. I'll take care of everything. That Voldemort won't get it."
"Of course I believe that..."
Dumbledore a smile.
He could tell that Nicolas Flamel was genuinely happy.
But his feelings were mixed, quite complicated.
On the one hand, he was happy that his friend was willing to continue living in this world.
On the other hand, he was worried that things seemed to be getting out of his control.
Dumbledore thought, "If Silan learns Nicolas Flamel's Alchemy and sides with the Dark Lord, things will be extremely dangerous."
This view might be somewhat harsh, or even unfair, to Silan.
But Dumbledore did harbor deep anxieties.
He originally intended for Nicolas Flamel to demonstrate Alchemy, hoping to pique Silan's interest and use it as a carrot dangling in front of the donkey.
Let Silan run in this direction, so he can see it but can't reach it, thus diverting his attention.
But now it seems... the carrot has obviously already been eaten.
But now, some things are simply impossible to say.
Nicolas Flamel glanced at the wall clock. "It's time."
He said to Books beside him, "Go and call Silan out."
In the library, Silan breathed a sigh of relief after writing down the last word with her quill pen.
"Finally finished organizing and transcribing..."
Silan got up and stretched her stiff body.
Through his intensive, tireless reading and copying, Nicolas Flamel's student notes were finally completed.
"If we hadn't been stuck here for a few more days, I probably wouldn't have been able to finish," Silan thought to himself.
As she thought this, a virtual screen popped up in front of Silan.
Books are the ladder of human progress.
We ate many foods as children, many of which we have forgotten, but those foods have long since become part of our bodies, growing into our flesh and blood.
When we read, we are also enriching our souls and nourishing our spirits.
[Bonus Trait: Photographic Memory]
[Description: Congratulations, you can now become a human library.]
[Effect: Information such as text and pictures seen with your own eyes will be remembered forever.]
[Note: This entry cannot be upgraded.]
Although compared to the [Animal Bloodline] attribute, which can be continuously upgraded and draws skills from Magical Creatures, [Photographic Memory] seems somewhat plain and unremarkable.
However, to some extent, having Photographic Memory is a rather useful skill.
This is especially true for Silan, who is still in school.
Which student hasn't dreamed of Photographic Memory, able to memorize everything from a textbook after just one reading?
"Good entry..." Silan thought to herself, "This way, I can learn more efficiently and faster."
Just as Silan was pondering how to use this term to break through her limits and learn more, Books knocked on the door and came in.
"Sir, Headmaster Dumbledore has come to fetch you."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
Silan put away her notebook and left the library.
When he arrived in the living room, Dumbledore gave him a strange look.
"My child, how long has it been since you had a rest?" Dumbledore asked.
Silan's hair is a mess right now, and she has heavy dark circles under her eyes; she looks like she hasn't had a break in a long time.
Silan thought for a moment, "Two days? Probably..."
"I tried to dissuade him," Nicolas Flamel said helplessly, "But he wanted to organize and make a copy of his notes before he left."
"Although those were just notes I wrote during my studies 200 years ago, they still contain quite a bit of information..."
Seeing Silan's tired face but high spirits, Dumbledore suggested, "Why don't you go and rest for a while?"
Silan didn't refuse. She went back to her room, cleansed her body with Spells, and then fell asleep.
It took several hours for Books to wake him up.
"Sir, your luggage is ready."
Silan nodded, checked the luggage, and then stuffed Melba into the enlarged Suitcase.
Melba was so grateful that he almost cried.
"Finally, finally we're leaving this place!"
"No more flying across the English Channel!"
"Marvelous!"
Silan pushed the cage in. "What are you thinking about? We'll have to come every summer and winter vacation from now on."
These words were like cold water poured over Melba, sending a chill down its spine in despair.
"^&%#...%..."
Silan ignored its bird language, closed her Suitcase, and went back to the living room.
After saying goodbye to Nicolas Flamel, Silan and Dumbledore left together.
However, they did not return to the Burrow this time.
At Silan's request, Dumbledore sent him back to the vicinity of the orphanage.
"You'd better write a letter to your aunt," Dumbledore advised.
"Don't worry, sir, I will."
After saying goodbye to Dumbledore, Silan carried her luggage and headed towards the orphanage with its doors wide open.
Dumbledore stared at him, speechless for a long time.
Many years ago, he left the orphanage with a child.
Now, he has sent another child back to the orphanage.
This seemingly fateful arrangement made Dumbledore feel as if he were seeing the events of that year again.
"Silan is back!"
The children from the orphanage swarmed to greet Silan, their faces filled with excitement and respect.
The similarities between Silan and Voldemort, intertwined with the scene before him, caused Dumbledore to feel a pang of pain.
"Even their leadership styles are so similar...?"
Dumbledore was very worried. When he saw Silan turn around and greet him, he forced a smile, his movements somewhat stiff.
A jumble of thoughts surged within Dumbledore, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Half of summer vacation has passed.
Hermione realized she hadn't seen Silan for half the summer.
"Oh my god, half a summer vacation!"
Despite spending a lot of time each day repeatedly reading the letters Silan sent, or lying in bed tossing and turning, wondering why Silan hadn't returned yet.
But Hermione still managed to review all the material she had learned in the previous semester.
And I'm already planning to buy textbooks for next semester.
Today, Hermione read Silan's letter again, chuckled for a while, and then suddenly noticed Melba flying in through the window.
"Why so fast this time?"