Malfoy, neck stiff and proud, looked at Silan and listed his advantages.
Prewett. In terms of bloodline, you and I are both heirs of the Sacred Twenty-Eight.
They were originally evenly matched.
But your Prewett bloodline is fading, while my Malfoy family is thriving.
I win, you lose!
If we're talking about a house, my Malfoy family Slytherin for generations.
You, Prewett, are Slytherin only by yourself.
I won again, and you lost again.
In terms of family wealth, my Malfoy family is richer than a country, and my father is School Governor. Your Prewett family has squandered its fortune, and you have poor relatives like the Weasley.
I win again, you lose again.
"The advantage is in my hands!"
Malfoy mentally recounted his victories and defeats against Silan, growing more confident with each recount, his eyes fixed on Silan's every step.
This puzzled Silan.
Did Malfoy have a stiff neck today?
Why is your neck stretched out so long?
However, he didn't pay much attention to it, only glanced at it casually, and then left the Great Hall to go to the Room of Requirement.
He also needs to gain experience while the effects of the Baruffio's Brain Elixir are still wearing off.
But that one glance just now triggered an internal monologue in Malfoy, a sense of heroic confrontation.
"Meet me in the eye, and I'll be the first to retreat."
"I'll win, you'll lose!"
The two men's eye contact across the long table filled Malfoy with daydreams. He thought to himself that he would definitely have someone paint this scene later.
This could become a world-famous painting!
Malfoy then sighed inwardly.
"Prewett is not bad either. If we're talking about competing for the Heir of Slytherin, he could barely be considered one of my rivals."
"Indeed, the only heroes of Hogwarts are myself and Prewett."
Malfoy glanced disdainfully at the silent group, a mocking smile spreading across his face.
"What a disgrace to Pure-blood wizard! They don't even have the courage to look Prewett in the eye."
"That's one thing, but they don't even have the guts to curse 'Mudblood'?"
"Where is your Pure-blood glory?"
Malfoy stared at the Great Hall door, and after confirming that Silan hadn't returned, he cursed "Mudblood" under his breath.
Although he cursed the Mudblood in his heart, he didn't add anyone's name.
Even so, after finishing his tirade, Malfoy nervously glanced at the Great Hall door.
After discovering that Silan was indeed nowhere to be seen, he became bolder.
"What's wrong with calling them 'Mudblood' a couple of times?"
Malfoy thought smugly, "I'll curse, I'll curse!"
Thinking this, he glanced nervously at the Great Hall door again...
Silan returned to the Room of Requirement.
Before the effects of the Baruffio's Brain Elixir wore off, he activated his Wizard's Eye and began researching magic circuits.
Baruffio's Brain Elixir enhanced his mental abilities, making it easy for him to feel tired even when studying complex magic circuits.
To avoid wasting anything, he immediately began studying the magic circuits left behind by Nicolas Flamel in his Suitcase.
[Wizard's Eye: Proficiency +1]
[Wizard's Eye: Proficiency +1]
News of Mrs Norris's petrification spread throughout the entire school within days.
This has also sparked widespread discussion.
Many students pressed Professor Binns for answers during their History of Magic classes, learning from him about the Chamber of Secrets and the terrible consequences of Chamber of Secrets opening.
Although Professor Binns vehemently denied the existence of the Chamber of Secrets and the monster, urging them to return to real history, the students clearly did not share this view.
This incident sparked a discussion among the students about who would be the Heir of Slytherin.
Discussion after discussion, like undercurrents, stirred up the matter, making it murky and unpredictable.
However, this did not have a significant impact on Silan.
He took some time to go to Snape's office and retrieved the materials for 30 doses of Baruffio's Brain Elixir, and began making the Potions independently.
Before leaving, Snape reminded him, "Go back to the common room early these next few days... and don't wander around outside."
Faced with Snape's sudden concern, Silan readily agreed and turned to return to the Room of Requirement.
The professor didn't specify which lounge it was, did he?
Time flew by, Silan studied the Baruffio's Brain Elixir while attending classes.
The same goes for today.
After class, Silan returned to the Room of Requirement and began brewing the Baruffio's Brain Elixir.
Without Snape's guidance, Silan found it quite difficult to cook.
"Tsk, another failure."
Silan stared at the pale green liquid in the crucible and sighed.
After refining and organizing the steps over the past few days, he began to formally attempt to make it, but failed twice in a row.
It wasn't exactly a complete failure, but the resulting Baruffio's Brain Elixir was of mediocre quality and didn't meet Snape's requirements.
In Silan's view, this was no different from a complete failure.
On some matters, Silan is stubborn to the point of being obsessive.
The two consecutive failures made him somewhat frustrated.
Realizing her own emotions, Silan quickly sealed the potion in the crucible into a glass bottle, diverting her attention.
Frustration and anger have always been emotions he abhorred.
This kind of thing can make people lose their rationality and calm judgment, and it can also make them foolish.
Stupidity, in Silan's view, is fatal.
Opening the Half-Blood Prince's textbook, Silan reviewed the steps for making Baruffio's Brain Elixir, comparing them with her own previous methods, and noting down any mistakes she made.
While he was researching the Baruffio's Brain Elixir, Hermione, Ron, and Harry also came to the Room of Requirement.
They had become interested in the Chamber of Secrets ever since they learned about it in Professor Binns' History of Magic class.
"The rumors people are spreading outside are getting more and more outrageous." Ron sat on the sofa, hugging a pillow to his chest. "Malfoy, Harry, and even Silan are all being touted as the heirs."
Ron, the dragon dung collecting expert, gripped his pillow with both hands and said somewhat angrily, "Are their brains filled with dragon dung?"
"The Heir of Slytherin is definitely Malfoy, could it be Harry?"
Harry, who had been unexpectedly called out, was somewhat speechless. "Why didn't you say it was Silan?"
This time, Ron was speechless.
Didn't you see Hermione had already taken out her wand?
If I dared to doubt that Silan was the heir, she'd probably put an Incendio on my head.
Besides, Silan is my dear cousin, and he even gives me money...
Ron looked away and forced a smile, saying, "Silan is, after all, a kind Slytherin. He doesn't have a problem with Squib or Muggle-born people."
"Of course."
Hermione lightly wiped her wand on her sleeve and put it away.
It seems she just needed to take care of her wand.
"Looking at it this way, it really can only be the Malfoy," Harry deduced. "Their whole family are Slytherin."
"He often boasted about this to people, saying that maybe his family were descendants of Slytherin."
At this point, Harry shook his head pessimistically.
"But how can we prove it?"
If it can be proven that Malfoy was the one who released the monster, could they expel him from school?
That's great! Finally, I can get away from him.
Although Harry thought it was somewhat impossible, he couldn't help but think it.
"Perhaps there is a way..." Hermione suddenly blinked and lowered her voice, "However, this method would probably violate more than 50 school rules."
"Ha!" Ron grinned. "Memorizing school rules is just so you can break them more easily, isn't it?"
"Otherwise, is it so we can count the violations when they happen?"
Hermione glared at him. "Shut up."
Harry suddenly had an idea and said urgently, "Perhaps we have another way."
"For example, send Silan to find out. Isn't he in Slytherin?"