This Book Belongs to the Half-Blood Prince

The box contained a tattered book.

The pages are yellowed and the binding is loose.

Whether in the blank spaces or between the words, the original owner had written various annotations in a spider-like handwriting.

The Half-Blood Prince personally approved <Advanced Potion-Making>

In some Potions- making processes, he even boldly altered the steps and added or subtracted ingredients.

It's important to know that what Snape hated most was students altering Potions steps or increasing/decreasing ingredient amounts without permission.

He repeatedly emphasized in his cold tone during class. "If you don't want my head to be shoved into a cauldron, you'd better do as I say."

Such a book would certainly have been considered blasphemous by Snape.

Unless...

Unless it's his own.

"Professor, this is..." Silan asked, feigning ignorance.

Snape rolled his eyes, his gaze landing on Silan, and began spouting nonsense with a straight face.

I have a friend.

"He has a good talent for Potions; this is his textbook from back then."

"Although his annotations differ from the textbook, his improvements to some Potions -making steps and his thoughts on the dosage of Potions Ingredients are worth learning."

"Even I have to admit, he was a genius when it came to Potions. You could probably learn a lot from his old textbooks."

He spoke these words with a stern gaze and a calm expression, as if he truly had such a friend.

Silan couldn't help but think to herself, "Professor, isn't your self-praise a bit too obvious?"

He opened the textbook and saw a line of small print at the bottom of the cover.

[This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince]

Silan glanced at the small print, then turned to look at Snape, feeling somewhat speechless.

Wasn't the Half-Blood Prince himself right in front of him?

They even mentioned having a friend...

Do you really think I won't recognize you just because you're wearing a disguise?

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Silan pointed at the small print and deliberately asked, "Professor, who is this 'Half-Blood Prince'?"

"Uh..." Snape said expressionlessly, "It's my friend."

"But..."

"It's my friend," Snape said firmly.

Okay, you're really stubborn.

His acting was also quite good; no wonder he was able to fool Voldemort and act as a double agent.

"Thank you, Professor. I will study your book carefully." Silan put away the Half-Blood Prince's textbook.

He had originally planned to find an opportunity to secretly obtain this item.

Unexpectedly, Snape simply gave it to him.

That saves him the trouble.

After Silan left, Snape sat in his chair and hummed smugly.

My acting skills are indeed quite good.

Prewett was completely unaware.

"Advanced Potion-Making" was his textbook when he was young, and it contained many of his "thoughts".

If it were anyone else, Snape definitely wouldn't have been willing to give it away.

But Silan is a different story.

"After all, he's a lot like me," Snape thought.

After leaving Snape's office, Silan returned to the Room of Requirement, entered her Suitcase, and prepared to plant the Tonguefire Grass.

This herb is dry and thrives in heat. Silan chose a place far from water sources and used Transfiguration to build a greenhouse.

"I've come to help, Silan." Neville appeared, carrying a hoe. "I just finished maintaining my tools, so I can help you clear the land."

"Thank you, Neville."

"But I think we don't need to."

Silan shook his head, waved his wand, and used the Land-Clearing Charm Professor Sprout had taught him to turn over the soil in the greenhouse.

The dark soil churned up from the ground, carrying a strong, earthy smell.

Neville, standing nearby, was astonished to see that Silan had cleared the land in the greenhouse so quickly; he dropped his hoe.

"I never imagined there was such Spells."

Neville muttered to himself, "Using this kind of Spells to cultivate the land is so convenient and easy..."

After saying that, Neville seemed to have thought of something and suddenly frowned.

Seeing Neville remain silent, Silan assumed he wanted to learn the Land-Clearing Charm to save energy later.

So he took the initiative and said, "Want to learn? I'll teach you."

Neville glanced at him, then fell silent again.

Although he didn't say anything, Neville's little mind was working very fast.

"Using this Spells to cultivate the land is more efficient, so why does Silan still need me to help him grow herbs?"

Little Neville had a lot of questions in his mind.

"Given Silan's knowledge of herbs and his mastery of Spells, he'd be much faster growing herbs himself."

"But he left all these things to me."

Why is that?

Neville put his hoe on the ground, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the newly cultivated land in front of him.

He quickly smiled.

Silan must be trying to train my abilities!

That's why they gave me the opportunity to grow medicinal herbs!

Otherwise, how would I have had the opportunity to personally cultivate the land and plant medicinal herbs?

Neville cheered inwardly at his own intelligence, feeling that he had never been so clever as he was today.

"I understand, Silan!" Neville said with utmost respect and gratitude.

"Ah?"

Silan was somewhat confused.

No, what do you understand?

"Don't worry, Silan, I understand everything you mean!" Neville patted his chest vigorously. "You can leave the herb cultivation outside to me!"

"Huh? Hmm... Ah... Okay..."

Neville, carrying his hoe, strode out with a proud and confident air, thinking to himself that Silan was truly a good person.

By cultivating the land and planting medicinal herbs, they not only increased their knowledge but also improved their physical health.

What about Silan?

He got almost nothing.

What a selfless and noble person!

Neville walked to the lake and looked at himself in the water.

Because of long hours of hard work, his skin became much darker than before, his face became thinner, and his muscles became more defined.

This is proof!

Neville touched his cheek, which had become more defined, and became even more convinced of his earlier guess.

But at the same time, he felt a little guilty.

She had received so much from Silan, yet she had never helped him in any way.

I am so ashamed.

Years later, when Neville, who had spent years farming, wielded the Sword of Gryffindor and wreaked havoc, relying solely on his strength, he recalled that afternoon when he understood Silan's good intentions...

Silan stared blankly at Neville as he talked to himself, then picked up his hoe and walked out.

The whole thing felt a bit inexplicable.

"Never mind," Silan shook her head. "I guess Neville just likes using hoes."

Following Professor Sprout's method, Silan used Dragonfire to scorch a batch of stones.

He scattered the stones under the soil, then mixed in half sand and spread it on top.

After preparing soil suitable for the Tonguefire Grass, Silan took out the seeds and planted them.

After planting the three seeds in turn, a virtual panel popped up in front of Silan.

If only life were a farming game.

[As long as you are willing to work hard, you will definitely reap the rewards; even if you fail, there will always be another chance.]

Plant and harvest one instance of Tonguefire Grass.

[You can redeem the trait modifiers after completion.]