Ever since Silan returned from Nicolas Flamel, George and Fred had been looking for an opportunity to have a proper talk with him.
Meeting them in Diagon Alley today finally gave them an opportunity.
The two of them flanked Silan, one on each side, with their arms draped over his shoulders.
The three of them walked arm in arm, swaying and chatting.
"Silan, seriously, does Nicolas Flamel have any toilet seats that can explode?"
George asked urgently, "Or perhaps some fireworks that could blow the whole of Paris up into the sky?"
Fred, however, held a different view.
"George, I don't believe the legendary Alchemy Nicolas Flamel would have these things in his home."
"But I bet he has a whole room full of Dungbomb!"
That makes sense.
At this point, George and Fred simultaneously turned to look at Silan: "What do you mean, Silan?"
Silently squeezing out from between them, Silan looked at their blinking eyes and regretfully told them...
"Nicolas Flamel's place really doesn't have a room full of Dungbomb..."
Hearing this, both George and Fred were somewhat disappointed.
"It seems even Nicolas Flamel didn't understand the romance of Dungbomb..."
They sighed for a while, then quickly changed their interest and asked about things related to Alchemy.
"According to Nicolas Flamel, Alchemy can be roughly divided into three systems: spellcasting, inscription, and smelting..."
"The quill pens we made before were a product of combining two techniques: incantation and engraving."
Silan didn't hold back when it came to his cousin, who could help him make money, and briefly summarized what Nicolas Flamel had taught him.
George and Fred were speechless with awe at Silan's description of the profound Alchemy.
"Honestly, I was just messing around with it before," George said, scratching his head. "I never knew alchemy had so many intricacies."
"You must teach us, Silan," Fred pleaded enthusiastically.
Although my cousins aren't brand new anymore, they're still inexpensive and work well.
Teach them some Alchemy, let them make more products, and earn more money; it's a sure-fire way to make money for me.
With these thoughts in mind, Silan wore a simple and sincere smile.
"Of course, we'll start when school begins."
This deeply moved George and Fred.
The alchemical knowledge personally taught by Nicolas Flamel is something that money can't necessarily buy.
Now that Silan is teaching them, it's an incredible bargain for them.
"Silan is so selfless!"
George and Fred thought to themselves, deeply moved.
They walked and talked until they stopped in front of a grocery store with a tattered sign.
The shop's signboard was covered in thick rust, and only a few blurry words could be made out.
[It has everything]
"This is the grocery store we told you about in the letter that 'has everything and takes in everything,'" Fred said.
George glanced up at the Scabbers sign and added, "But their Dungbomb aren't that great quality."
Silan nodded. "I'm going to buy some materials, please wait a moment."
"Go quickly and come back quickly," George and Fred waved at him simultaneously.
This grocery store has several tall shelves that reach right up to the ceiling, haphazardly displaying a variety of goods.
Silan found the shopkeeper and sold half of the materials he had collected from the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.
He also sold the Unicorn blanket that Hagrid had given him before, the one that Norbert had burned a hole in.
These items sold for a total of over one hundred Galleon.
Unfortunately, Hagrid didn't pay much attention to the materials when weaving the blankets; various Unicorn hairs were mixed together, resulting in low quality. Otherwise, the price would have been higher.
"Including the money I made selling quills, I have about 500 Galleon..."
As Silan walked out of the grocery store, she secretly made some plans in her mind.
This is a huge sum of money.
It's a pity they spend money like water.
After buying some Potions and Alchemical Materials, Silan only had 300 Galleon left.
This is still a bit short of his goal.
"I've bought the Filibuster Fireworks, and the raw materials for the quill pens too." George counted on his fingers, "And I've bought all the materials Silan needed..."
"We're almost all here, let's go back," Fred suggested, carrying the things.
"I have something else to take care of; I need to go to Ollivander."
"Is your wand broken?"
"No, I'm going to sell things."
George and Fred exchanged a glance, thinking, "Is Silan going to sell his wand to Ollivander?"
Silan had long ago decided to raise money to send several children from orphanages to school.
But he doesn't have enough money right now, so he has to sell some more things.
He still had some things he'd found in the Forbidden Forest, but he needed them to brew Potions, so he had to sell the Unicorn Tail Hair that Clop had given him.
Anyway, Clop is still in the Forbidden Forest; if I need him again later, I can just take him.
Although they didn't understand what Silan was up to, George and Fred still went with him.
Outside Ollivander, the sign that reads "Fine wands made since 382 BC" still creaks and sways.
The three men pushed open the door and went inside, just in time to see Mr. Ollivander coming out from the back of the shop.
"Good morning." Mr. Ollivander trotted over, shook hands with them one by one, and said, "Ah... I remember you."
"The picky Mr. Prewett."
"Twelve inches long, made of hard Ebony, with a Dragon Heartstring core, right?"
Silan nodded.
Ollivander gave a brief, smug smile, but his silvery-white eyes remained unblinking.
"Ha, and you two too, the two Mr. Weasley."
Ollivander looked at George and Fred, his gaze darting between their identical faces. "Your wands are made from the same dogwood."
"A pair of extremely similar twin wands." Ollivander rolled his eyes in recollection. "When they were being made, I almost thought they were the same wand."
"I actually made two pairs of these wands in total."
"Ah... I remember these things," Ollivander muttered to himself rapidly.
"Weasley ... Prewett ...Ah! I remember now!"
"Many years ago, the Prewett brothers also bought a pair of twin wands from me," Ollivander chuckled.
"However, although their wands are twins, they are not the same..."
"It's made of sapwood... Unicorn Tail Hair..."
At this point, Ollivander suddenly slapped his forehead, turned to look at Silan, and moved closer and closer.
He didn't stop until Silan could see his own reflection in his eyes.
"Prewett? Could it be that you are...?"
"Fabian Prewett is my father," Silan explained succinctly.
"Ah...I'm sorry, child." Ollivander bowed slightly to him. "I didn't even recognize you when you first came here."
He felt something was off.
How could someone who wields a wand made of sago and Unicorn Tail Hair have a son who wields a wand Ebony and Dragon Heartstring?
That's truly a strange thing.
"So, what brings you here today?" Ollivander straightened up and asked in quick succession.
"Feel free to ask me any questions about wands."
"Oh... if you need a wand care kit, it's on sale right now."
Silan shook her head. "We're here to sell things."