George was very interested in this.
"Perhaps we don't have to limit ourselves to small cars. We could try making some other, more fun things. What do you think?"
Fred's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly.
"Great idea! It would be so much fun if we made them into small animals."
"Hmm...maybe it doesn't have to be that complicated." Silan looked at the remote-controlled car in silence for a moment, then slowly spoke, "Could we just make a device to implant in animals and then control them directly?"
It's actually like a smart chip.
George and Fred exchanged a glance.
Hiss...
A path never before imagined.
"Silan, you're a genius!" George was perhaps intrigued by the idea. "This is way more fun than making a remote-controlled car."
"Yeah, maybe we can control the birds and drop Dungbomb from the air later," Fred said, sounding quite excited.
They still love Dungbomb so much...
"But what do we do?" George asked the crucial question.
Fred also fell silent.
While the idea is novel and interesting, it would be difficult for them to achieve given their current level of alchemy.
George and Fred stood together, lost in thought in unison, occasionally exchanging a few words in hushed tones, before finally shaking their heads in a somewhat helpless manner.
"Forget it, this is too difficult." George sighed, somewhat helplessly. "With our skill level, there's absolutely no hope."
The two of them, unusually, hung their heads in dejection, like two shriveled, Bludger.
"It's your turn to play," Harry called out to them.
George and Fred waved at Harry simultaneously, listlessly indicating that they weren't in the mood to play with the remote-controlled cars.
Silan had been standing quietly to the side, smiled.
"Perhaps it didn't work before, but now you have a chance."
Silan took out the Alchemy Manual she had prepared earlier and handed it to the two of them.
"These are the Alchemy techniques my Master Nicolas Flamel taught me; I hope they can be of help to you."
George and Fred's eyes lit up.
The Bludger instantly became plump again.
George unconsciously reached out his right hand, then grabbed his wrist with his other hand, and pulled his hand back with difficulty, asking somewhat stammeringly.
"You mean this... this contains the alchemical knowledge that Nicolas Flamel taught you?"
"Obviously," Silan said.
Fred also felt his throat was a little dry.
Nicolas Flamel.
Nicolas Flamel, who lived for over 600 years and was considered the greatest Alchemy of all time!
You just handed over the Alchemy knowledge you gained from him like that?
George and Fred both felt a little dizzy.
Knowledge is power.
This statement is a universally acknowledged truth in the Wizarding World.
Advanced magical knowledge has always represented greater power. This is why almost anything involving advanced magical knowledge is very expensive.
As for the Alchemy knowledge personally imparted by Nicolas Flamel...
That is priceless.
After all, no matter how much money you spend, you might not even be able to find Nicolas Flamel's door.
Not to mention having him personally teach Alchemy.
Fred resisted the urge to take the booklet from Silan and said earnestly, "Thank you, Silan. But isn't this a little too precious?"
"Yeah," George chimed in, "If this booklet were taken outside, it would be snapped up."
Although they had joked beforehand about asking Silan to teach them a couple of moves, they still felt a little embarrassed when the time came.
After all, this is Sickle buy.
Hermione kept an eye on Silan.
Seeing him take out two booklets containing knowledge of Nicolas Flamel's Alchemy, Hermione couldn't help but shake her head in admiration.
Silan is so kind and selfless.
They're actually willing to share something so precious.
"Don't mention it," Silan said. "This is a Christmas present for both of you."
"You told me before that we're family, are you going to refuse my Christmas present too?"
George and Fred were still somewhat hesitant.
"Furthermore, this is also for our dream." Silan's gaze sharpened, and she said in a deep voice, "Have you forgotten what we said before? Only by constantly improving can you realize our dream."
George and Fred's eyes sharpened, and they answered in unison, "We'd rather die than forget!"
Silan smiled and nodded, "In that case, let's accept it. For our dreams."
"For our dreams."
George and Fred repeated themselves, then, without further hesitation, wiped their hands on their robes and solemnly accepted the pamphlet.
"That was an interesting line of thought," Silan suggested. "We can continue our research in that direction."
"Looks like we'll have to write back and ask Dad how he modified the toy car." George carefully put the booklet away.
"I think we need to take the car apart and examine it."
After speaking, Fred looked at Silan, "Sorry, Silan, your Christmas present..."
"It's alright, it's all for our dreams," Silan said.
George and Fred made a silent vow in their hearts.
"We must develop this technology to realize our dream!"
After Harry and Ron had finished playing, the two took their toy car and went to write a letter to Arthur Weasley.
Watching their retreating figures, Silan nodded in satisfaction.
If a device could be developed that could be implanted into animals to control them, the Wizarding World could potentially breed dangerous Magical Creatures on a large scale. The future of animal husbandry would likely be transformed!
And it might even be used to control the Basilisk.
Silan had always thought that killing the Basilisk wouldn't be difficult, but controlling this ferocious monster would be.
He felt it was somewhat of a pity.
After all, the Basilisk is an extremely rare Magical Creatures, and we might be able to extract some decent skills from it.
Before, he would at most think about it, but now, things have taken a turn for the better.
"Once I've developed a prototype, I'll write to Master Nicolas Flamel and ask for his academic support. That way, I'll have a better chance of success," Silan thought to herself.
After that, Silan gave Christmas gifts to other people, boosting this year's Christmas KPIs.
The virtual screen arrived as promised.
[Those who have given away 10 or more Christmas gifts this year are eligible for one chance to win a prize.]
[Use?]
Without hesitation, Silan chose "Yes".
After confirmation, the virtual screen flickered and transformed into a lottery machine in front of him.
After the lottery started, the virtual screen began spinning wildly. When it stopped, icons of a magic book and Galleon appeared on it.
Congratulations on winning the prize: 100 Galleon.
[Description: As we all know, money isn't everything, but you can't do without it.]
[Effect: Money is obviously used to buy things, what else can you do?]
[Congratulations on obtaining the entry: Deep Sleep.]
[Description: Why sleep so much before death? You'll have plenty of time to sleep after you die. Five minutes, just five more minutes. ZZZZZ...]
[Effect: Energy increases by 20%, requiring only 4 hours of sleep per day to fully restore energy, without harming the body.]
"This year's prizes are pretty good."
Silan checked his Mokeskin Pouch; 100 golden Galleon lay alluringly inside, tempting him to spend them.
While Galleon is good, what makes Silan even happier is this newly added trait attribute.
[Deep Sleep]
Putting aside the fact that it increases energy, the fact that a short sleep can restore all your energy is very useful.
"I'll have more time and energy to study now," Silan thought to herself.
Today is Christmas.
During this joyous holiday, Hogwarts Castle was almost filled with happiness and warmth, but Lockhart's office was rather cold and gloomy.
He left the Great Hall early and returned to his office, feeling upset.
As usual, Lockhart took out his Diary and began to pour out his grievances in it.
"I'm suffering, Tom."