George and Fred's Pighead Phonograph clapped wildly and shouted incessantly with a hoarse, clattering sound.
"Champion! Champion! Champion!"
The students shouted loudly, drowning out Lee Jordan's voice.
Ginny waved her hands excitedly at Silan and shouted along with the students until her voice was hoarse.
Hermione looked at Silan with a smile, her eyes practically sparkling.
Ron and Harry, arm in arm, skipped and hopped toward Silan, loudly mocking Malfoy as they passed.
"Well~Well~Well~"
"Isn't this Malfoy? How did he change like this in just a short while?"
Malfoy got up from the ground, feeling frustrated, and really wanted to curse Ron's head.
But he held back when he saw Neville.
"Forget it, he's just a defeated opponent. It's normal for him to harbor some resentment towards his former champion status. We shouldn't take it to heart."
After comforting himself, Malfoy walked out with his head held high.
Harry and Ron had just stepped off the field when they bumped into Snape.
"You two had a lot of fun, didn't you?"
Snape stared intently at the two of them, his face extremely grim.
"He found out?" Ron winked at Harry.
"Even if he doesn't get caught, he'll still make things difficult for us," Harry whispered.
Even if they were found out, Harry and Ron didn't really care.
The game is over anyway, so the worst that can happen is being locked up.
"Because you threw the match, I'm locking one of you up..." Snape paused here, seemingly hesitating about how long he would keep them in solitary confinement.
"It can't be a month, can it?" Ron whispered.
Harry shrugged and muttered, "Great, then we can break the record."
"I'll put you in solitary confinement for a week." After saying this, Snape looked at Silan and gave him a faint smile. "Well done, Prewett."
"Come to my office tomorrow, and I'll teach you how to make Fire-Control Potion."
After saying that, Snape glared at Harry again, then turned and left.
"Only a week of confinement?" Ron asked incredulously, craning his neck to look into the Forbidden Forest. "Look, Harry, can the wild boars climb trees now?"
"He's probably in a good mood because he won the game."
Harry also speculated, somewhat surprised.
"Who cares, let's go back and celebrate! I'm going to eat 10 chicken drumsticks!" Ron laughed loudly.
As Malfoy walked by, he craned his neck to look in Silan's direction.
I met his gaze across the crowd.
Malfoy was filled with emotion.
This is what it means for heroes to appreciate each other; they don't even need to say a word, they understand each other at a glance.
"Thanks to me holding off that madman Longbottom, otherwise Prewett wouldn't have won so easily." Malfoy nodded to Silan from afar.
Prewett, I accept you.
Silan watched as Malfoy inexplicably stretched his neck and nodded at him, finding it rather strange.
Malfoy has a stiff neck again?
That shouldn't be the case. Didn't Master Neville just help him relax his muscles?
The students in the stands spontaneously applauded as Silan walked by.
Professor McGonagall smiled, thinking, "Fabian, you have a good child. If it's this child, perhaps the Prewett family can truly be revitalized."
The short Professor Flitwick, with his feet off the ground and his hands bracing against the railing, glanced at the large crater that Silan had blasted out.
"Precise reflexes, swift spellcasting, and overwhelming power..."
Professor Flitwick kept replaying the scene of Silan's attack in his mind, and couldn't help but exclaim repeatedly, "He's simply a born duelist!"
Professor Flitwick jumped down from the railing, squeezed through the crowd, and stood before Silan, shaking his hand.
"That was fantastic, Mr. Prewett. A truly magnificent wizarding duel!"
Professor Flitwick nodded repeatedly. "If you want to practice Spells or dueling techniques, you can come find me."
"Thank you, Professor, I will."
Silan smiled and shook hands with him, thinking to herself that she could indeed find an opportunity to learn more Spells from Professor Flitwick later.
"That's wonderful, I'm really looking forward to it." Professor Flitwick left with a happy expression.
George and Fred rushed up and hugged Silan, praising her in exaggerated terms.
"Well done, Silan. I'm so proud of you!"
"Was that last move Fire-Making Charm? That was amazing! I almost thought it was Fiendfyre!"
Ginny looked at Silan with great admiration. "You're amazing, Silan!"
"Thank you," Silan said, making room for Ginny, and whispered, "Harry is behind me."
Ginny, a little shy upon hearing his words, blinked and blushed as she walked past him to find Harry.
"Silan, are you alright?"
Hermione also felt a strong urge to rush up and hug Silan, but she restrained herself.
"It's alright," Silan said with a smile. "It all went so smoothly thanks to your plan."
Hermione smiled broadly, her eyes crinkling.
Ron glanced at Harry, then at Silan, and muttered somewhat disgruntledly, "Why isn't anyone concerned about me? I gave it my all, okay?"
George and Fred came over with smiles and lifted him up from either side.
"Since you helped Silan today, we've prepared something good for you to eat."
Ron struggled to his feet and asked very warily, "It's not a deep-fried spider, is it?"
"I won't eat it!"
The mere mention of fried spiders sent chills down Ron's spine.
He was tricked into eating it once when he was a child by George and Fred, and he still remembers it vividly.
After the spider's slender legs were crushed by teeth, the hard fragments stuck between the teeth, constantly emitting a bitter taste. When its round abdomen was bitten, it burst out with a numbing juice that kept flowing down the throat.
It was hell!
"What are you thinking about?" George patted his head. "We don't have time to catch spiders for you."
Fred turned and greeted the others.
"Let's go, Silan, let's go back and have a victory celebration!"
The sun sets, and night falls.
The group returned to the Room of Requirement.
George and Fred stole a huge amount of food from the kitchen, and then, as if by magic, produced a lot of Butterbeer, giving each of them a bottle.
"Ron, you did a great job today!" George clinked his Butterbeer against Ron's. "How come I never realized you had a talent for acting?"
"Hehe, that's nothing," Ron laughed.
"Alright, stop chatting."
Fred leaned in, raised his Butterbeer, and said, "Let's drink!"
Everyone raised their glasses and clinked them together, the sound filled with joy.
While they were eating, drinking, and reveling in their victory, Snape and Professor McGonagall arrived at Dumbledore's office.
"Severus, Minerva, you've arrived. Please have a seat," said Dumbledore.