You Wouldn't Want That Either, Would You, Melba?

Melba stammered, "I think...?"

Silan stroked its head and sighed.

"The Divination results aren't very good."

"That's a card that foretells the separation of lovers. It reminds me of a story about an owl," Silan said to herself.

"Once upon a time, there was an owl who was loved by many female owls, but he did something wrong and was expelled from Hogwarts."

"Soon, the female owls he was with were conquered by other owls, and they laid a clutch of eggs, which hatched into a brood of baby owls."

With a gentle smile, Silan leaned close to its ear and asked in a devilishly low voice.

"You didn't want this to happen, did you, Melba?"

Melba stared wide-eyed, mouth agape, at Silan with utter disbelief.

I am just a kind, innocent, pitiful, and adorable little owl.

And you, my master, you are a true devil.

"Oh, right," Silan asked with a smile, "What did you just say?"

"I just said... I love delivering messages so much!" Melba instantly straightened his back, his gaze resolute, and said, "Delivering messages for my great and noble master is the mission I was born to fulfill!"

"I will dedicate my life to delivering letters to my great master!"

"When I die, my children will inherit my name and continue to deliver messages for their master!"

Silan was amused by the cunning in his words and let him go.

"Don't worry, you'll have your own children. Okay, go and come back soon."

George and Fred, who were nearby, started playing a game of guessing what Silan and the owl were saying.

"I think Silan must be encouraging it," George said confidently, stroking his chin. "Look, Melba was almost moved to tears when it flew away."

Fred tilted his head and thought for a moment, then nodded. "I think so too. Silan's smile was so gentle just now."

"What a touching bond between master and servant!"

The Longbottom family.

Augusta Longbottom is a stern old witch, as is widely known.

She wakes up on time every day, gets dressed, and then tidies up the house.

This habit has remained unchanged for decades.

She liked everything to be in its proper place and in perfect order, and her grandson was no exception.

After tidying up the house as usual, Augusta went upstairs and knocked on Neville's door.

"Neville, it's time for breakfast."

The room was quiet; there wasn't a sound.

This made Augusta somewhat angry.

She hated Neville's laziness, saying, "How can the Longbottom family be revitalized like this?"

The old lady pushed the door open and went in, somewhat angrily. "Neville, you'd better..."

The words stopped abruptly, and Augusta found the room spotless, with the blankets on the bed neatly folded.

It's obvious that someone cleaned it.

Where did Neville go?

With these questions in mind, Augusta walked around the room, opened the window, and looked out at the garden.

The golden sunlight fell on the petals, mingling with the morning dew, and they sparkled with a crystalline brilliance.

Neville was in the garden, sitting on the ground, leaning against the stone wall above the well.

Holding a book in her hands, she read quietly.

"So he was reading a book..."

Reading?

Augusta was taken aback. "Did Neville used to enjoy reading this much?"

After watching quietly for a while, Augusta suddenly realized that Neville seemed to have changed since he started attending Hogwarts.

First of all, his skin had become quite tanned.

Those who don't know the situation might think they sent their grandson to farm instead of Hogwarts.

Fortunately, he has become much stronger.

A healthy body is a prerequisite for becoming a good Auror.

The old lady was quite satisfied with this.

Besides his appearance, Neville's personality seems to have changed a little; he's become more confident than before.

But something seems off with my mind...

During the summer vacation before, I said I really wanted to grow herbs, so I ended up renovating the whole garden at home.

Augusta glanced at her beautiful and tidy little garden and nodded with satisfaction.

Neville's craftsmanship is indeed excellent.

Several old friends who visited before said the garden was very beautiful.

This made the old lady very proud, but she stubbornly insisted, "Neville is still far from good enough."

Augusta waved to Neville: "Neville, come back for breakfast."

"Grandma's here!"

Neville closed the book and dashed into the house.

Augusta quickly prepared breakfast.

Neville would even read a book while eating, which made the old lady a little curious.

"What book are you reading, Neville?" Augusta asked.

"It's about herbs, Grandma." Neville showed Augusta the book title, "The Often-Overlooked Details of Herb Cultivation, a Gift from a Friend."

"I have now memorized the cultivation details of the first 100 herbs."

"Real?"

Neville handed the book to his grandmother. "Of course, if you don't believe me, you can test me."

Neville is becoming increasingly confident in his knowledge of herbal medicine.

He now spends almost all his free time learning about herbs, and the firsthand experience he gains from actual cultivation makes him remember this knowledge very well.

Augusta took the book with some skepticism and randomly flipped to a page.

What are the differences in watering frequency at different stages of planting Dittany?

Neville laughed.

Dittany was probably the first herb he came into contact with; it was as ripe as a raisin.

"When the seeds of Dittany dasycarpus are not yet germinated, they need to be watered three times a day, morning, noon and evening. After they germinate and break through the soil, they need to be watered twice a day, morning and evening. After they enter the growth period, they only need to be watered once at noon. Each watering should not exceed one pint." Neville answered fluently.

Augusta then asked, "And what about Belladonna?"

"Water the Belladonna once a day, at any time, before it sprouts. Once it sprouts and breaks through the soil, water it once every 5 days," Neville answered fluently as always.

They actually remembered them all?

Augusta was somewhat surprised.

She knew Neville had a bad memory, so the fact that he could answer these questions so fluently was enough to show that he was very familiar with the subject matter.

"If only Neville were better at Defense Against the Dark Magic..." Augusta thought. "Herbology isn't very helpful for becoming Auror."

However, the old lady didn't say this aloud.

She turned to the title page and saw a line of small print.

Merry Christmas to my friend Neville Longbottom.

The signature reads "Silan Prewett".

Prewett?

Is it that Prewett?

Augusta's withered fingers gripped the pages tightly as she asked urgently, "Your friend's surname is Prewett? His father is...?"

Neville thought for a moment and replied, "His father is Fabian Prewett."

"Silan is now the last member of the Prewett family."

"I never imagined the Prewett family would have descendants..." Augusta murmured to himself, closing the book and handing it back to Neville. "The Prewett brothers and your parents were comrades-in-arms."

"Prewett is a prestigious surname. You've made the right choice befriending someone like that."

A rare smile appeared on Augusta's face. "Prewett sacrificed himself to fight against the Voldemort; they were all admirable."

She didn't ask which college Silan was in.

In the old lady's memory, the Prewett was full of loyal martyrs, and they were undoubtedly Gryffindor.

Could he possibly be a naturally evil Slytherin brat?

Stop joking.

Neville didn't say which house Silan belonged to.

He forgot...

His memory wasn't very good when it came to things other than herbs.

A few days later, Melba, braving the wind and snow, finally flew back from Paris.

Delivering mail across borders twice in a row exhausted him.

When Melba returned to Hogwarts, he looked dejected.

But it was still startled when it saw Silan.

Silan was even more exhausted than him, his spirits were low, and he was so sleepy that he could barely keep his eyes open.

Please don't die, Master!

If you die, who will give me the Owl Supplement I need?

"Put your things down, you can go back now." Silan's voice was weak and listless.

He waved his wand and presented several bottles of Owl Supplement to Melba.

"Oh, my great master, are you alright?" Melba asked with great concern.

It can still distinguish between being full at one meal and being full at every meal.

If Silan were to truly die, it wouldn't be a good thing for it.

"Don't worry," Silan waved to it.

He has been studying and training at a high intensity for the past two days in order to test his energy limits.

Today I finally figured out my limits, but I'm also completely exhausted.

"Let's check it after I wake up."

Silan returned to the Rest Room and fell asleep immediately.