Looking at the virtual screen in front of her, Silan couldn't help but think, "If only life were a farming game."
There's a beach you can reach anytime, you can gain friendship by giving gifts, your efforts will always be rewarded, and even if you fail, there's always another chance.
Unfortunately, in the real world, suffering is like an indelible shadow.
It has always lingered in people's hearts.
That's why Silan needs to work even harder and climb higher.
Only in this way can he obtain the knowledge, power, wealth, status, fame, and everything else he desires.
People always show pity to the weak and respect to the strong.
Silan needs no pity.
As for respect, he will take it himself.
In his view, seizing by trickery and force is far better than begging for mercy.
"Plant and harvest the Tonguefire Grass..." Silan muttered to herself, looking at the task requirements. "This will take quite a while."
The growth cycle of the Tonguefire Grass is about six months.
Silan glanced at Norbert's lair. "Using dragon dung as material should speed things up a bit."
Dragon dung has a strong odor, but it is also a very fertile substance.
There are even composts made from dragon dung available for sale on the market.
He took this into account when he decided to support Norbert.
Aside from being difficult to tame, Dragon have no drawbacks, and every part of them is valuable.
"I wonder if my dear cousin Ron would be willing to work as a dragon dung collector? I'll have to ask him when I get the chance."
With that thought in mind, Silan stepped out of the greenhouse.
However, he didn't rush out. Instead, he activated his Wizard's Eye and began to carefully study Nicolas Flamel's modification techniques for the Suitcase.
Hogwarts Castle.
It was nearly midnight, and the faint moonlight seeped through the clouds, washing Hogwarts Castle a pale white like flowing water.
Moonlight shone through the window of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, illuminating the desks inside.
It was filled with Lockhart's works.
The Lockhart in the cover photo are dressed in exquisitely crafted robes, smiling brightly, and constantly winking at the moonlight.
It seems he thinks even Moonlight is a fan of his.
Lockhart himself pushed open the door and came in, holding an old Diary in his hand.
He turned on a lamp on his desk.
The warm orange light diffused, dispelling the pale moonlight.
The Lockhart in the photo are all looking at him curiously.
Normally, Lockhart would have waved to them and praised them without reservation, "Look how charming you are!"
But today, he unusually remained silent.
The Lockhart in the photo whispered among themselves for a while, then fell silent.
The real Lockhart sat in the chair, with the Diary he was holding spread out on the table.
"Tom ~ Tom ~ Tom ~"
Lockhart chuckled and hummed softly, then took out his extravagantly designed Peacock Quill and wrote a sentence in his Diary.
"Good evening, Tom. Where were we yesterday?"
The line he wrote flickered on the paper and was absorbed into it.
A line of unfamiliar handwriting slowly seeped into the Diary.
[It's Werewolf, Mr. Lockhart. You said yesterday that you knew 15 ways to deal with Werewolf.]
[Tell me about the remaining five! I'm so eager to try them!]
"Ha, you little glutton." Lockhart shook the tip of his Peacock Quill twice. "I'll have to think about that. You know, I know too many things, and sometimes I can't remember them all."
After the words "Little Glutton" seeped into the Diary, the paper suddenly twitched and spat out a sentence as if gagging.
Okay, take your time thinking about it.
Lockhart took out his book and began writing in his Diary as he flipped through it.
"Honestly, Tom, I really pity you. It's such a shame that you were born in that era, unable to see my books or meet me."
As he wrote this, his quill pen flew even more wildly.
"But you're very lucky to be able to communicate with me this way. Among my countless fans, you're one of a kind."
The paper twitched again and uttered a sentence.
[Yes, Mr. Lockhart, you are so lucky.]
This time the handwriting has become somewhat dim and messy.
The person on the other end seemed a bit agitated and impatient.
Lockhart finally found what he wanted in the book and began copying it into his Diary with a quill pen.
[I never imagined there was such a method! You're truly amazing!]
A line of text appeared quickly in the Diary.
It seemed as if they had already planned how to handle it, and they couldn't wait to show it off.
Lockhart seemed completely oblivious to the other's impatience, and continued to boast about his great achievements in his Diary.
"I feel so sorry for you, Tom. Although I didn't exorcise the ghost of Wanlun with a smile, you would understand if you could see it."
"If I wanted to, I could just smile, and Bandon Banshee would fall for me and come with me. Haha, isn't that a way to get rid of the female ghost?"
Lockhart even added seriously, "I'm not kidding."
In his Diary, Tom Riddle's patience had clearly run out; his answers became increasingly perfunctory, and he eventually changed the subject rather abruptly.
[Since you are Order of Merlin, Third Class, an honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League, and an internationally renowned wizard who has won the Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award five times...]
The Diary entries paused here, as if Lockhart was overwhelmed by his string of titles.
After a pause, the text continued to appear.
[So, you must know about the Chamber of Secrets of Secrets at Hogwarts?]
"The Chamber of Secrets?" Lockhart paused, then wrote it down with his quill pen. "Oh, of course, of course I know, this is no problem for me."
[I'd like to ask, has the Chamber of Secrets been opened yet?]
"Uh... as far as I know, there shouldn't be. Why do you ask?"
[A wizard as learned as you must know that this Chamber of Secrets of Secrets was built by Slytherin, one of the Founders Hogwarts.]
[He's a wizard with endless wealth.]
He built Chamber of Secrets, placed his treasure inside, and waited for someone to open Chamber of Secrets and inherit his wealth.
The words in the Diary appeared faster and faster.
Under the dim light, the lines of text resembled writhing little snakes flicking their tongues, captivating the viewer's attention.
[Therefore, I believe... only a great wizard like yourself could possibly open this Chamber of Secrets.]
Lockhart stared intently at the words appearing on the Diary, his eyes flickering with a strange light.
He wrote with a quill pen, "Actually, a wizard of my esteemed status has no need for wealth."
"You know, I have huge fans all over the Wizarding World now, and I'm always entertained wherever I go."
People often say that in the Wizarding World, there is one person who is very lucky, and one person who is very unfortunate.
"The lucky one was the Voldemort. He didn't encounter me, otherwise his fate would have been extremely tragic. The unfortunate one is myself, because I never had the chance to have a direct confrontation with the Voldemort."
"Even the Voldemort himself has never denied my power."
Lockhart paused deliberately at this point, waiting for the exclamation and admiration from the other person.
The Diary remained silent, as if dead, without a single word, only occasionally trembling, as if it were struggling to restrain itself.
Lockhart, unaware of this, continued writing with his quill, "While I have no interest in wealth, you know, I love to explore, so..."
Don't worry, Mr. Lockhart, I will tell you. You are my... idol...
When the word "idol" was mentioned, the words on the Diary suddenly trembled.
"You're too excited, Tom."
[I greatly admire you, so I'm happy to tell you where the Chamber of Secrets is.]
"That's great... I mean, that's excellent."
Before that, I need your cooperation.
"Of course, of course," Lockhart readily agreed.
The words in the Diary resurfaced, shimmering with an alluring, mesmerizing light under the lamp.
[Relax, yes, relax, let me handle this.]
[It will be over soon...]
Silan used her Wizard's Eye to carefully examine the Ancient Runes and circuits embedded inside the Suitcase.
After Nicolas Flamel modified the Suitcase, its space was greatly expanded, and the Ancient Runes and magic circuits became much more complex.
The Wizard's Eye wasn't high enough level, and after only a short while, Silan felt dizzy and lightheaded.
"It seems I should start with the simpler things and level up my experience and rank."
Having made up her mind, Silan decided to go to the Forbidden Forest.