"Harry, oh Harry, you're so lucky."
Lockhart was still as boastful as ever. His meticulously styled, long, wavy blonde hair looked rather frivolous.
"While your fame may be somewhat insufficient to play a major role in my book, I've always been happy to help young wizards."
"It's rare to find an international wizard like me who's so down-to-earth!"
Lockhart was giving a great performance on stage, Silan kept a close eye on him.
But after the class, he didn't notice anything unusual.
"Lockhart suddenly changed his clothes; this must be a sign. It seems something is about to happen..." Silan thought to herself.
After adding a Ghoul to his cast, poor Harry finally made it to Saturday.
Finally, I don't have to face Lockhart anymore.
Unfortunately, he escaped Lockhart, but not Wood.
Harry had been hoping to get some sleep, but before dawn, he was woken up by Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
"The weather's nice today, Harry."
"Yes," Harry yawned, "Even a downpour is a good day for you to practice Quidditch."
Upon hearing "Quidditch," Wood's eyes lit up, as if he had triggered some key word.
"You're right, get up."
"I've come up with a new training plan."
Wood was in high spirits, but Harry wasn't so happy.
So much has happened since the start of the school year.
He almost got expelled when school started, and Lockhart kept asking him to play the roles of Werewolf, ghosts, and Ghoul. Colin Creevey, who just enrolled this year, is still bothering him.
Show him a photo of him and Lockhart.
This disgusted Harry.
People's joys and sorrows are not shared.
Harry thought Saturday was clearly a bit of a disaster.
But for Hermione, it was a very happy time.
After having breakfast with Silan today, they went to the library together to read.
As the quiet, leisurely time slipped by, Hermione felt both fulfilled and happy.
Because Silan was by her side.
When Hermione got tired of reading, she would quietly look up and subtly shift her gaze to Silan.
Even just stealing a glance at Silan's eyes or the corner of her mouth makes her feel happy and content.
With Silan's help, even the dry and lengthy Magical Theory in the books became much more interesting.
"Thanks to Silan, I read very efficiently today."
Hermione stole a glance at Silan and chuckled sheepishly.
Madam Pince was passing by, glanced at Hermione with some surprise, thinking, "What's wrong with this child today? She doesn't seem very bright..."
Following Hermione's gaze to Silan, Madam Pince gradually understood everything.
She pursed her lips, muttered "annoying little wizard," and then turned and left.
By the time Hermione snapped out of her reverie about the book and Silan, it was nearly evening.
This made her sigh, realizing that happy days are always fleeting.
Isn't this much more interesting than watching Harry train?
After having dinner together, the two returned to the Room of Requirement.
Before even entering the lounge, I could hear George and Fred's voices coming from inside.
"Seriously, Ron, you need to be careful. Your wand isn't in good condition."
"Wow, thanks for reminding me, Fred. But I think if I broke myself in two, I probably wouldn't be in any better shape."
"At least you're lucky, we still have some magic tape."
"Hmm... let me see. I remember it should be three circles to the left, three circles to the right... something like that."
Silan and Hermione entered the common room together and saw George and Fred holding Ron's wand.
It's called "repairing," but it actually just involves wrapping the wand with magic tape.
This caused an unsightly bulge to appear at the joint of the wand.
"Oh, Silan, you've come!" Fred greeted them as they entered. "Come and hear Ron's heroic tales."
"Please, Fred, let me have some peace and quiet," Ron pleaded, his face contorted with distress.
George chuckled and said, "You're welcome, Ron."
"We're training at the Quidditch Pitch today, and oh, Wood's new training plan is putting me to sleep."
"Then the Slytherin people came, Snape gave them a note allowing them to use the Quidditch Pitch for training."
Fred chimed in, "Guess who their new Seeker is?"
"Malfoy," Silan said casually.
How did you know?
George and Fred said in unison, then shook their heads simultaneously. "Never mind, it's not important."
The two of them, in a very comical and silly manner, feigned shyness and blushed, saying, "Admit it, Silan, haven't you been watching us all along?"
"Tell me quickly, what's important?"
Hermione rolled her eyes at them and asked in an annoyed tone.
These two guys will corrupt Silan sooner or later.
"Ahem," Fred coughed twice, then continued, "The important thing is that Malfoy said some nasty things."
George spread his arms out, one above the other, to show Ron.
"Our little brother Ron tried to teach Malfoy a lesson with his wand. Of course, he failed. But his courage is commendable."
"Oh my God!" George covered his mouth, as if he had suddenly realized something.
Fred also looked very serious.
"Did I just say 'our little brother Ron '? Well, just for today," George said dramatically.
"That failed Spells made him keep spitting out slugs. And the wand we fixed for him broke again," Fred concluded.
"Cough cough."
Ron coughed awkwardly, his face flushed red. "Who told Malfoy to say those disgusting things? I will never allow him to insult my friend!"
"It's a good thing you didn't go, Hermione," Ron, still somewhat indignant. "Otherwise, that guy would definitely have said some nasty things to you too."
Silan narrowed his eyes.
Malfoy should be thankful he didn't say those hurtful things to Hermione.
Otherwise, Silan wouldn't mind teaching him about etiquette and manners.
Ron opened his mouth, but suddenly gagged.
"Stop, Ron, don't spit it out!"
George cried out in alarm and quickly grabbed a nearby metal bucket, slamming it over George's head.
"Thanks."
Ron's voice muffled inside the metal bucket, "But I think next time you can just hand it to me."
Just in case.
Fred chuckled and tapped Ron, who looked like a barrel-shaped zombie.
"Can I see your wand?" Silan suddenly asked.
"Of course, take it." George handed the wand to Silan.
"If you'd like, you can use it to skewer a chicken and roast it," Fred said earnestly.
Ron removed the metal bucket from his head, looked at Silan hopefully, and tentatively asked, "Can you fix it?"
He knew that Silan had studied Alchemy with Nicolas Flamel during the summer vacation.
Perhaps he has a way to fix his wand?
Silan activated her Wizard's Eye, focused her attention, and forced herself to observe the magic circuits on her wand.
Amidst the Lumos, he could only make out a blurry, broken circuit.
Actually, you could guess this without even looking...
Under the influence of these chaotic magical circuits, Ron's wand became practically random.
Aside from the fact that the starting point was certain, even he himself couldn't predict the effect or the point of impact of the Spells.
A conceptual artifact in a certain sense...
A slight dizziness made Silan close her eyes.
After closing the Wizard's Eye, he shook his head.
"This wand is completely broken; I can't fix it."
Ron's hopeful little face immediately fell and became wrinkled.
"Even you can't fix it?"
"Am I supposed to use this for the exam this year? I'm sure I'll fail." Ron was on the verge of tears.
But soon, Ron's optimistic attitude cheered Ron up again. "Of course, I'd still be happy if I could use it to burn Lockhart's hair."
Seeing Ron's optimism, Silan spoke again.
"This wand can't be repaired, but I have another way."