The Room of Requirement.
Silan returned to his chair, sat down, and closed his eyes to rest.
Meanwhile, wait for the Baruffio's Brain Elixir in the crucible to cool down.
Even when he rests, his brain remains active.
After reviewing the steps involved in making the Baruffio's Brain Elixir, and carefully rehearsing them, Silan got up to seal the cooled Baruffio's Brain Elixir.
With a wave of her wand, Silan cast an Accio.
The glass bottles used to hold the medicine swirled over and lined up on the table.
Then, Silan used Levitation Charm to remove all the potion from the cauldron, divided it evenly into three portions, and put them into glass bottles.
[Spell Inspiration: Proficiency +1]
Silan glanced at the pop-up notification screen and thought to herself that she had been a bit lazy with her Spells practice lately.
[Spell Inspiration] has been stuck at level 2 for a long time.
One reason for this, besides being busy with other things, is that after [Spell Inspiration] reaches level 2, the criteria for increasing proficiency become more stringent.
"I still need to set aside fixed time for practice," Silan thought to herself, making a rough plan.
Spells, being the foundation of a wizard's profession, cannot be neglected.
After sealing the potion, Silan tidied up the Potions Ingredients and washed the crucible again.
After successfully producing a perfect Baruffio's Brain Elixir on her own for the first time, Silan tried several more times, failing intermittently three more times before finally achieving a stable result.
That batch just now was his best one so far.
"The yield rate is still too low..." Silan felt a little sorry for the scrapped raw materials.
Thinking about the details of the production, Silan Scourgify and left the Room of Requirement.
Hermione invited him to dinner today.
Thinking about the details of making the Baruffio's Brain Elixir, Silan slowly walked towards the Great Hall.
"It's terrifying that Bludger can go berserk!"
"Did you see that? Potter's arm is broken!" a Hufflepuff boy whispered to his classmate.
"And Mrs Norris... I heard she was petrified, which is why Professor Sprout has been so busy tending to the Mandrake lately."
"Strange things are happening all the time."
Several Hufflepuff boys walked ahead of Silan, whispering about what had recently happened at school.
Silan silently took two steps closer to them, listening intently.
He's been burying himself in the Baruffio's Brain Elixir lately, spending almost all his time in the Room of Requirement except for classes, practically isolating himself from the world.
However, after listening to him for a while, he didn't hear any particularly valuable information.
In the end, it all boils down to things like the Heir of Slytherin and Harry breaking his arm in Quidditch match when he was hit by a crazed Bludger.
Silan didn't care much about these things.
It's good that Hermione is alright.
As for Harry... well, he's not dead.
Silan walked to the vicinity of the Great Hall and found Hermione standing at the door with a basket in her hand, looking around every now and then, probably waiting for him.
Silan quickened her pace and walked up to Hermione.
"Sorry Hermione, I'm late."
Hermione shook her head, not daring to admit that she had been waiting there long ago out of anticipation.
"It's okay, I just arrived too. Let's go."
Silan skillfully took the basket from Hermione's hands and walked with her out of the castle.
The weather wasn't great in the evening either, but it was much cooler than in the morning.
The two of them found a small hill covered with wildflowers and sat down to have dinner, enjoying the scenery of Black Lake and the distant mountain silhouettes.
After dinner, Silan and Hermione took a walk along the Black Lake.
A cool breeze tugged at the hem of their robes, almost causing them to become tangled together.
Hermione started talking about today's Quidditch match.
"That's so strange. Something's wrong with the Bludger; it keeps chasing Harry."
I really hope he's alright.
"And that Lockhart guy!" Hermione now loathed Lockhart. "He actually used Spells to pull Harry's bones out."
Silan listened quietly, responding only occasionally.
"Don't worry, I think Madam Pomfrey will heal him."
At this point, Hermione suddenly asked, "Ron and I made plans to visit Harry together tomorrow. Do you want to come?"
It wouldn't take much time to just take a look, and I could also take this opportunity to tell them that Malfoy is not the heir.
Silan nodded in agreement.
"Great!" Hermione laughed.
Then I felt a little regretful.
I should have known better than to call Ron; he's a bit of a nuisance.
Otherwise, I could spend more time with Silan tomorrow.
The two walked back to Hogwarts Castle along the Black Lake.
See you tomorrow, Silan.
After saying goodbye, Hermione hummed a cheerful tune as she returned to the Gryffindor common room.
I'll finish reading a book before I go to sleep tonight!
Hermione was full of energy because of her anticipation for tomorrow.
Silan then made her way back to the Room of Requirement.
As soon as he entered, he saw George and Fred waving excitedly at him.
"Come quick, Silan!"
Even though he was being told to come over, George and Fred waved and jogged toward him.
You'd never guess how much money we made off your Potions!
"That cunning Pippin initially drove the price down drastically; he's really ruthless!"
George and Fred started talking back and forth about what had happened at Pippin's Potions.
"Finally, we said that Professor Snape made the Potions, and guess what?"
Fred, with a sly look on his face, raised an eyebrow at Silan.
"Haha!" George couldn't help but laugh first. "We pretended to be leaving, which really worried him. In the end, he raised the price to 5 Galleon!"
"Five Galleon!"
George laughed exaggeratedly, "He probably really thinks this batch of Potions was made by Snape; he certainly asked for a high price."
As far as they knew, Hogwarts students would always be pressured to lower their prices when they went to Pippin's Potions to sell Potions.
The Hemostatic Healing Potion sells for five Galleon, which is already significantly more expensive than others.
Silan was also somewhat surprised.
He never expected that George and Fred would come up with the idea of using Snape's name to intimidate others.
"However... this is indeed a good idea."
"You can try it yourself later."
Do you think I, a student personally tutored one-on-one by Professor Snape, would lie to you?
As long as the quality is guaranteed, and I label this Potions Snape, who would know it was made by me?
This is essentially a matter of brand effect.
In terms of Hemostatic Healing Potion, the quality that Silan is currently producing is almost indistinguishable from Snape's.
This is, after all, just a basic Potions. Even Potions Master cannot break through its limits without making creative improvements.
But how can the Potions you, a nobody second-year wizard, make compare to those of a renowned Potions Master?
Even if this Potions is just a basic Hemostatic Healing Potion, as long as it's labeled "made by Snape," people will flock to buy it even if the price is inflated.
"Oh, right," George recalled Pippin's last words, "Pippin wants to see you."