"That...is indeed a good idea," Hermione nodded in agreement.
"You're a genius, Harry!" Ron clapped his hands excitedly. "That way we won't have to break fifty rules. Don't you think so, Hermione?"
Hermione felt a little embarrassed when he deliberately brought up what had just happened, and said in a gruff voice.
"Shut up, Ron."
Then Ron really shut up.
This struck Hermione as odd.
Ron's mouth never stops; he'll say a few words to Fang who passes by.
Why are you being so obedient today?
Noticing that Ron seemed to be looking behind her, Hermione instinctively turned around and glanced back.
Just then, they saw Silan walking over.
Hermione gasped for breath.
She remembered how rude she had spoken earlier, and her face instantly turned red. Her fingers nervously hooked onto the sleeve of her outer robe.
Silan... couldn't have heard that, right?
What will he think? Will he feel he was being rude?
It's all Ron's fault!
Thinking of this, Hermione glared at Ron quickly, then turned to Silan and whispered in a soft voice, "Silan, are you done?"
A sweet smell filled the air.
Ron's eyes widened.
Hermione, what's wrong Hermione?
Are you sick?
You didn't say that just now!
"Wow!" Ron exclaimed in amazement, then turned to Harry and asked, "Who was talking just now?"
"Probably Hermione..." Harry shrugged.
"Oh my god!" Ron exclaimed dramatically, leaning back on the sofa. "It's Hermione! I thought it was a female otter calling."
Hermione ignored him, moved aside, and gestured for Silan to sit next to her.
After failing to make the Baruffio's Brain Elixir twice in a row, Silan didn't dwell on it. After sorting out her thoughts, she went out for a walk to clear her head.
Seeing the three of them looking worried, Silan asked...
What trouble are you in? Is there anything I can do to help?
The three looked at each other in bewilderment.
Finally, Harry explained it to Silan.
"Anyway, I hope you can help me find out if Malfoy is the Heir of Slytherin," Harry concluded.
"Oh... about that?" Silan nodded in agreement, "No problem, I can help you."
"That's wonderful!" Harry said.
Ron breathed a sigh of relief, "This is much more convenient than the method Hermione was going to suggest."
But Hermione was a little worried and whispered, "If Malfoy is too annoying, then forget it, we have other ways."
"Yes, it only requires breaking 50 school rules," Ron grinned from the side. "We can probably break the record."
"It's alright," Silan said calmly.
Anyway, Malfoy isn't Heir of Slytherin.
In a few days, I'll pretend to have asked Malfoy, and then tell them that Malfoy isn't the heir.
You can easily do someone a favor with just a few words; why not take it?
"However, we need to find the right opportunity. So, it may take some time."
To allow for more flexibility, Silan did not specify a timeframe.
"It's alright, Silan." Harry nodded. "It's much faster than doing it our own way."
After chatting for a while, Ron suddenly remembered that he still had homework for his History of Magic class to do.
"Three feet! Who can possibly finish writing this?" Ron wailed in anguish.
"It's no big deal," Hermione said dismissively. "I wrote four feet seven inches."
Ever since Silan taught Hermione how to write papers, it has worked wonders for her, and she's now writing papers incredibly fast.
Ron shuddered, staring at Hermione with the look of someone who was looking at a monster.
Sometimes he really wondered if Hermione was actually a quill pen turned into a quill?
Otherwise, how could he have written such a long paper?
And her handwriting is very small!
Ron sighed and left dejectedly, Harry following closely behind; he had to go to Quidditch training.
George and Fred are already betting on how many times Wood will make them practice in the rain before the next Quidditch Match.
Hermione, however, did not leave.
She sat somewhat awkwardly on the sofa, glancing at Silan every now and then.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Silan asked.
Hermione didn't answer but instead moved closer to him, staring into his eyes and asking, "Silan, are you a little tired? Take a rest."
Hermione has an almost instinctive intuition in this regard.
Silan stood there, stunned.
The two consecutive failures to produce the Baruffio's Brain Elixir had indeed left him somewhat physically and mentally exhausted.
"Eh... Silan ..."
Hermione sat stiffly on the sofa, becoming somewhat flustered.
"Sorry, Hermione, let me sleep for a while."
Silan adopted a perfectly measured look of exhaustion, leaning back naturally and resting his head on Hermione's lap.
He's loved the feeling ever since he tried it last time.
It's soft and comfortable.
Since you're letting me rest, Hermione, you have to take responsibility.
Silan lay on the sofa, nuzzled her head against Hermione's lap, and closed her eyes comfortably.
Hermione was a little flustered, a little shy and nervous, but mostly happy.
Being needed and relied upon by Silan made her feel very happy.
Silan a wave of his hand, the Room of Requirement changed according to his will.
The Rest Room disappeared, replaced by a grassy hill.
Above them was a low, large tree, its dense branches filtering sunlight like golden sand, which fell upon them.
The sky was clear and the clouds were soft and fluffy.
A gentle breeze occasionally passed by, causing the branches to sway and shake.
The leaves rustled, as if saying "Hello, hello."
Hermione even thoughtfully transformed the necklace Silan had given her into a canary, letting it perch on a branch and sing.
This made Silan feel very relaxed.
He closed his eyes and rested for fifteen minutes. When he woke up, he felt much more energetic.
Stretching, Silan looked at Hermione and said seriously.
"Thank you, Hermione, I feel much better now."
Hermione smiled at him.
Being able to help Silan filled her with immense satisfaction.
After restoring the Room of Requirement to its original state, Silan left the Rest Room and continued making Baruffio's Brain Elixir.
I refuse to believe it!
With a burning desire in her heart, Silan returned to her Potions- making workshop and prepared a batch of materials for Baruffio's Brain Elixir.
Then, Silan waved her wand, and all the materials swirled around in the workroom.
Finally, all the materials were neatly placed on the table.
After processing the materials, Silan reviewed the production process recorded by the Half-Blood Prince once more.
Let's get started!
There were no problems with the preceding procedures.
Soon we reached the most crucial step.
Silan controlled the temperature of the cauldron with her wand, her eyes fixed on the bubbling potion.
As soon as the medicine started to ripple, he quickly added the prepared Brain-Sharpening Bitterleaf juice and residue.
This is the most crucial step.
If something goes wrong here, at best the materials will be ruined, and at worst the crucible will explode.
The moment the Brain-Sharpening Bitterleaf were added, the liquid in the crucible crackled and popped like hot oil containing water.
Steam rose around the rim of the pot, and the liquid inside the crucible changed colors in a mesmerizing way.
Silan held her breath and quickly followed the steps she had seen countless times.
Heating, cooling, cold removal...
Under Silan's calm and precise operation, the liquid in the crucible quickly turned a stable green color.
After the medicine cooled, Silan sealed it in a glass bottle.
He took the packaged medicine up to his eyes and examined it carefully, then breathed a sigh of relief.
Perfect quality!
"We finally succeeded."
Silan felt completely refreshed, both physically and mentally.
The blockage in my head that had been there for so long has finally cleared up.
Continue!