What Do You Mean There's Another Letter Later?

George and Fred just woke up.

Seeing that Silan was at a crucial stage, I didn't dare go in.

Now that it was finished, the two of them squeezed through the doorway.

George and Fred sat around the table, their eyes wide as they stared at the dazzling crystal core on it.

"It's simply a flawless work of art..."

"It actually worked?" Fred's eyes widened. "Silan, you're undoubtedly a genius!"

Silan glanced at her watch and realized that seven or eight hours had passed without her noticing.

Even with the 20% increase in energy from [Deep Sleep], he still felt overwhelmed.

"This isn't just my achievement." Silan shook her head wearily. "Without your previous experimental experience, this success wouldn't have been possible."

"Alright, alright, everyone, stop being so polite," George chuckled. "My teeth are getting sore."

"Leave the rest of the work to us, Silan, you should go and get some rest."

George and Fred took over the next phase of the work.

Silan went back to the Rest Room to sleep.

Exhausted, he fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the bed.

Four hours later, the alarm clock woke him up.

[Deep Sleep: Proficiency +1]

Silan checked her proficiency level in the [Deep Sleep] term.

[Deep Sleep: Level 1 (3/100)]

"It seems that you gain 1 point of proficiency with each nap. The speed isn't fast, but at least you don't need to practice deliberately."

With that thought in mind, Silan went to the washroom next door, washed her face with cold water, and Scourgify.

When he stepped outside, he felt refreshed and energetic. Despite having only slept for four hours, he felt no signs of sleep deprivation.

Inside the alchemy workshop.

George and Fred sat on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling in unison, somewhat dejected.

"No way..." George said dejectedly.

"I have absolutely no idea." Fred said dejectedly, "How on earth can we implant the Control Crystal Core into an animal? It's practically impossible!"

George and Fred both scratched their heads, looking very troubled.

"I think we could perhaps write to Nicolas Flamel and ask him," Silan suddenly interjected.

The two were startled, almost jumping off the sofa, and asked in surprise at the same time.

What are you doing here, Silan?

"I'm awake," Silan said.

Are you awake?

"But..." George glanced at the wall clock, "You only slept for four hours."

"Why didn't you sleep a little longer?" Fred asked.

"Four hours is enough for me."

Silan sat down on the sofa, snapped her fingers, and three cups of coffee appeared on the table.

George frowned and said, "Don't push yourself. It's okay to sleep a little longer."

"I'm really fine." Silan picked up her coffee and took a sip. "I'm full of energy now. Look, I don't even have dark circles under my eyes."

Fred looked at Silan's eyes with a serious expression, somewhat surprised.

"That's really true."

That's really strange.

They both clearly remembered that Silan had been sleeping very little these past few days, and was already severely sleep-deprived.

But he didn't look tired at all; in fact, he looked radiant.

Not only do she have no dark circles under her eyes, but her skin is also in great condition.

That's strange.

George and Fred exchanged a glance, both seeing a sense of relief in each other's eyes.

Although this sounds outrageous, it seems quite normal when you think about it being Silan.

"Have you encountered new problems with your research?" Silan changed the subject and asked about the important matter.

Speaking of this, the two Weasley Bludger onto the sofa, completely deflated.

"Yes, we have absolutely no idea what to do."

George braced himself against the sofa with the back of his head, struggling to sit up. "It seems you really need to write to Nicolas Flamel for advice..."

Silan nodded.

Picking up the crystal core, Silan examined it carefully for a while.

The magic circuit above is ingeniously designed. When the wand sends a signal, the crystal core is activated, and the released magic power is automatically connected to other magic circuits.

They intended to use this to achieve their goal of control.

However, it appears that the design effect has not yet been achieved.

Just as the three were deep in thought, Melba returned braving the wind and snow.

Silan brought it in.

When Melba flew into the Room of Requirement, it was shivering with cold. The warmth inside the house condensed into tiny dewdrops on its feathers as soon as it touched it.

"My great and noble master, your loyal Messenger Melba, has finally returned after overcoming numerous hardships!" Melba folded his wings, his gaze resolute.

"Well done, have some supplements and rest for a while."

Silan placed two bottles of Owl Supplement in front of it and took the package from Nicolas Flamel. It was probably a Christmas thank you gift to him.

"Ahem, great master..." Melba picked up the tonic with his paw and asked indirectly, "If there's nothing else, may I take my leave?"

Silan smiled gently and warmly, but her words sent a chill down Melba's spine.

"Wait here, there's another letter coming soon."

Melba froze, nearly dropping the supplement he had just grabbed.

Will there be more messages later?

What do you mean by "there will be another message later"?

I just got back and haven't even had a proper cuddling session with my female owls yet...

"Perhaps it's just a short letter..." Melba closed his eyes and tried to hypnotize himself, "I can deliver it in less than half a day."

Silan opened the letter and glanced at it.

The letter contained Nicolas Flamel's thanks for his Christmas gift, and the package contained some Alchemical Materials as a return gift.

Putting all that aside, Silan prepared to write a letter inquiring about methods for implanting Control Crystal Core into animals.

After a brief greeting, Silan went straight to the point and clearly described her research ideas and technical requirements.

"Is there anything else we need to add?" Silan handed the letter to George and Fred.

They accepted it solemnly, glancing at the title bestowed upon it.

"Dear Master Nicolas Flamel"

The two couldn't help but marvel.

There's probably no one else in the entire Wizarding World who would address Nicolas Flamel in such a way.

George and Fred glanced quickly at the letter and suggested, "We'd better send this successfully created crystal core over."

"Good idea." Silan nodded.

After packing the letter and the crystal core, Silan took the items to Melba.

The seasoned veteran Melba instinctively sensed something was wrong and took two steps back in fear.

"Great master... what are your orders?"

"You know, Melba," Silan said with a smile, "Of all these owls, you're the one I trust the most."

"Look at your strong physique and full plumage, you're definitely a fine owl," Silan said, placing two more bottles of Owl Supplement in the container.

Melba stared blankly at the four bottles of Owl Supplement in front of him, feeling no emotion whatsoever.

This guy is definitely up to no good.

It forced itself to say, "Actually... I'm not that good either; I still have some old injuries from my childhood."

Melba turned his head again, feigning concern, and said, "I'm feeling a bit dizzy and my vision is blurry. I can even see black spots... I'm afraid I can't deliver the message, my great master."

George and Fred, watching from the side, were somewhat puzzled and whispered among themselves.

What happened to Silan's owl?

"I don't know, I guess he's tired."

Silan gently picked it up and placed her hand on its head, stroking it tenderly.

"Don't rush."

"I did Divination this morning, it was about you, would you like to hear it?"