While sorting through some herb seeds harvested before summer vacation, Neville reviewed his notes using a book as a reference.
The freshly maintained hoe lay beside him.
In the field, with a hoe, Neville reads a book...
It felt like an agricultural student going to the countryside for practical experience.
"Dittany... is here..."
"Belladonna... um... which page was it on again?"
Neville held a Belladonna seed in his hand, flipping through the book "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" on his lap, trying to find a record of it.
"Page 142, top left," Silan reminded him.
"Silan, you've come!"
Neville looked up and greeted him, then turned to page 142 as Silan had indicated, and sure enough, found the record about Belladonna.
"It really is on page 142." Neville exclaimed. "How did you know? I mean... you even remember this?"
Silan simply smiled slightly at him.
"I just watched it a couple more times, you can do it too."
He had already memorized the book, including its contents and page numbers, while he was in the library, thanks to his photographic Photographic Memory.
[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +1]
"Has my Silver Tongue improved a bit too quickly lately? The standards for judging it must have become more lenient," Silan thought to herself.
I just didn't want to discourage Neville.
"Neville, how was your summer vacation?"
Silan didn't dwell on the question and instead asked.
"It's fine, but I've always wanted to go back to school and grow herbs." Neville scratched his head a little sheepishly. "Because I wanted to grow herbs so much, I had to prune the whole garden at home to ease that feeling."
"Grandma even praised me for growing up," Neville said with some pride.
This must be an addiction to planting...
What's this?
Neville's Hogwarts Story?
"Oh no!"
Neville suddenly exclaimed, "I forgot to call them! Sorry, Silan!"
After speaking, Neville ran all the way to the lounge inside the Room of Requirement and shook George and Fred awake from their beds.
Silan asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
"Wake up! Silan's here!" Neville pressed a button on the bedside table.
The large bed slowly rises to form a ramp.
George and Fred slid uncontrollably down until they landed on the ground.
Their feet bumped into a wooden sign, which then knocked over a plate, which in turn knocked over a wine glass...
These random things started clattering like dominoes, and finally two puddlees of cold water flew out from opposite George and Fred and splashed in their faces.
They forced them to power on.
George wiped his face, his eyes barely open, as if they were glued shut.
"Why is there another Silan here?"
Fred mumbled, still half-asleep, "Call him... and see if he answers?"
"What are they doing..." Silan turned to ask Neville.
"I don't know either."
Neville scratched his head. "They said they're going to sleep for a while, and they'll wake them when you get here."
"They arranged these things themselves."
Silan thought to herself, "You two are so mischievous, you even prank yourselves?"
After washing their faces with cold water, George and Fred came to their senses.
"It's only the first day of school, why are you all so sleepy?" Silan asked.
"It's all because... oh dear..."
George yawned as he said, "The Gryffindor common room was packed with people yesterday because Harry and Ron drove their flying cars to school."
"I really wish they had called us back then," Fred interjected. "That would have been so much fun..."
"Anyway, we sold a lot of quill pens while there were so many people. We're going to be rich, Silan!"
Mentioning this made George perk up, and his earlier drowsiness vanished completely.
"Let's not talk about that now."
Fred rubbed his face. "You've finally arrived, Silan. We've all been waiting for you."
"Where's the box that Nicolas Flamel made for you? Let us see it!"
George was also quite excited. "I've been looking forward to this for so long!"
Neville, standing to the side, was somewhat confused by what they were saying.
"Nicolas Flamel? What box? What are you talking about?"
He knew nothing about what happened to Silan during the summer vacation.
"You do not know?"
George leaned in and wrapped his arms around Neville's neck, pulling him under his armpits.
"Silan went to study Alchemy with Nicolas Flamel during the summer vacation; he's the one who made the Philosopher's Stone."
Neville's eyes widened in disbelief.
Even he knew how magical the Philosopher's Stone 'Philosopher's Stone was, and how powerful the Alchemy who could create it must be!
"He certainly wouldn't forget what he forgot, would he?"
In his own imagination, Neville held Nicolas Flamel in high esteem.
"Alright, let's take a look!" George and Fred said in unison.
While the Room of Requirement is convenient, it is indeed sufficient as a greenhouse for growing medicinal herbs.
But it couldn't be moved or taken away.
During holidays, the herbs are left unattended.
So Silan had long wanted to move the herb greenhouse into his own box.
Silan did not refuse their offer.
He placed the Suitcase on the ground and opened it, and several people crawled inside one after another.
They had been inside the box before and were familiar with its contents.
But when they actually saw the space reimagined by Nicolas Flamel, they were still incredibly impressed.
Pushing open the door of the cabin, a vast world unfolded before them.
Yes, [the world].
Without using this word, none of them could think of a way to describe this place.
Upon opening the door, one is greeted by an endless Grassland, with a Forest in the distance and a huge Lake that shimmers like a mirror.
Finally, there is a small, rising mountain range and several winding rivers.
"This... this big?" George and Fred stammered.
Neville stammered, "My God, this is... it's... bigger than the whole of Hogwarts!"
"Probably not," Silan shook his head. "This place is only about the size of a few Quidditch Pitch."
"There look like there are more than just a few dozen..."
George and Fred both play on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, so they have some knowledge of the size of the Quidditch Pitch.
However, they quickly put the issue out of their minds.
The group of people ran freely across the grass.
Enjoy this beautiful "new world" to the fullest.
George and Fred held hands and spun around on the grass until they were dizzy, then lay on the ground laughing.
"I wish I could practice Quidditch here."
"We really have to bring the Broomstick in next time to try it out, it's so comfortable!"
Fred shielded his eyes with his hand, and sunlight seeped through his fingers.
"Do you really think Silan can make this kind of box within three years?" Fred asked.
George sighed, plucked a blade of grass, chewed it, and said, "Before I came in, I would have said without hesitation that he could definitely do it."
"But right now... I can only say it's very difficult."
Fred jumped up from the grass. "There's plenty of time. Don't forget he's only in second grade."
"That's true," George admitted.
Neville walked all the way to the Lake, dug a hole next to it, and grabbed a handful of soil to examine it.
"I really should have brought my hoe," Neville said with some regret. "This place is perfect for growing herbs."
I think so too.
Silan patted Neville on the shoulder. "I'm planning to set up a herb plantation here, and I'll leave it to you to manage."
"This box will be placed in the Room of Requirement from now on, and you can come in and start exploring anytime."
"Really, Silan?"
Neville was overjoyed, almost moved to tears.
What a good friend!
They found me such a great spot to grow medicinal herbs.
That's so selfless and great!
I will always loyally follow Silan!
In Neville's eyes, the trunk made by Nicolas Flamel was undoubtedly an extremely precious item, yet Silan allowed him to come and go as he pleased.
This trust and recognition made Neville tremble with excitement.
"I'll go back and get the hoe right now!"
After saying that, Neville ran back.
Silan originally wanted to say something like, "You'll have to work hard from now on."
But look at Neville's excited expression.
He suddenly felt that his words seemed somewhat superfluous.
"This isn't exploitation, it's training and developing Neville. After all, I'm not exactly a farmer," Silan thought to himself.