Harry turned to look at Malfoy and was startled.
Malfoy, who used to always hold his head high and be arrogant, was now looking as dejected as a wilted eggplant.
He was almost curled up into a ball.
All that arrogance was gone.
Ron chuckled and said, "It's not nice to say this, it sounds a bit gloating, but I still have to say it."
"After his two foolish henchmen were petrified, Malfoy practically turned into a cowardly weasel."
"Look at his head, it's practically tucked into his shoulders."
"I really enjoy seeing him like this."
Harry's feelings were complicated.
He was both pleased to see Malfoy humiliated and worried about the safety of his friends.
Hermione was attacked yesterday!
Fortunately, the necklace that Silan gave her protected her.
Thinking of this, Harry glanced at Silan beside Hermione with an admiring look, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
"How can the difference between people be greater than the difference between a person's Fang?!"
"We're all second-year students, how come Silan is so amazing?"
Silan had already heard Hermione's account of what happened last night this morning.
"It's probably because the rooster that appeared was ultimately different from a real rooster, so it only scared away the Basilisk," Silan thought to himself.
Hermione is alright, and the Basilisk is not dead either.
That's a good thing.
But why did Lockhart allow the Basilisk to attack Goyle and Crabbe?
Didn't Tom Riddle stop him from harming Pure-blood wizard?
The current plot development is different from what Silan knew.
As Silan was thinking this, Malfoy, all alone, very discreetly slipped out of the classroom.
Could it be that Lockhart got angry after losing the friendly match and wanted to retaliate against us?
But because they couldn't find us, they took their anger out on others? Goyle and Crabbe were actually taking the blame for Malfoy?
A jumble of thoughts filled Silan's mind, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't come up with a definite answer.
Well, it's good that Hermione is alright.
"Thank you so much, Silan!"
Hermione said gratefully, "If it weren't for the necklace you gave me, we and Filch would probably be in danger."
"You've said thank you 99 times already," Silan, somewhat exasperated.
"Really?" Hermione tilted her head, blinked, and spoke again, "Thank you, Silan."
"Now we've made it 100 times." She smiled mischievously.
Silan laughed along.
It must be said that Hermione has a very strong heart.
They experienced an attack last night, but they're acting like nothing happened today.
Professor McGonagall tidied up the things on the podium and walked up to Silan: "Mr. Prewett, Headmaster Dumbledore wants to see you."
"See me?"
Silan was a little confused, but he quickly figured it out.
It's probably about the necklace.
"That's right." Professor McGonagall nodded. "Please go to the Headmaster's Office to find him. The password is Vanilla Bee Candy."
Silan nodded in agreement, said goodbye to Hermione, and headed out to the Headmaster's Office.
He had been to the Headmaster's Office before, so he was already quite familiar with the place.
Pushing open the door, Dumbledore wasn't there.
His table was covered with many strange and unusual silver objects, some spinning and emitting small puffs of smoke, others making various comical noises. But what attracted Silan's attention most was a small, fiery red bird perched on a tall, gilded branch behind the door.
Is this the Fawkes?
It had probably just Nirvana Rebirth a few days ago, and was only slightly larger than a chick.
Fawkes's fur is fine and fluffy, and when the sunlight shines on it, it takes on a faint pink hue.
The Phoenix is an extremely rare and powerful Magical Creatures.
"If we could extract the skill of Nirvana Rebirth from it, wouldn't we gain immortality?"
Thinking of this, Silan was so eager that she couldn't help but call out a greeting.
"Hello, Fawkes."
Fawkes looked at Silan with surprise upon hearing his words, his eyes revealing a hint of disbelief.
"Young friend, how did you know my name?"
Fawkes spoke in a childlike voice, but his tone was mature and his vocabulary was somewhat old-fashioned.
A child's sweet voice combined with an old-fashioned tone...
It all sounds rather strange.
"It's written on your perch," Silan pointed to its gilded perch.
"Oh... cough cough..."
Fawkes started coughing violently before he could finish his sentence, and it took him a while to stop.
"Please forgive my rudeness, young friend," Fawkes said somewhat embarrassedly. "That old man Dumbledore gave me the wrong thing to eat, which made my throat a little sore."
When Dumbledore was mentioned, Fawkes's words became more lively, and he was no longer as rigid as before.
Sore throat?
We didn't have Little Sunflower Children's Syrup, but we did have some Bellflower.
Silan took out a few Bellflower he had picked from the Neville field and handed them to Fawkes.
"This is Bellflower, which can help treat sore throats. You can try it if you don't mind."
Fawkes hesitated for a moment.
He was unwilling to be fed by anyone other than Dumbledore.
But this little guy is very peculiar; not only can he understand what I say, he can even talk and communicate with me.
Fawkes Nirvana Rebirth so many ups and downs, it's seen a lot, but this is the first time it's happened like this.
This piqued his curiosity and lessened his guard considerably.
Besides, this little guy looks harmless, so it wouldn't hurt to try it, right?
Fawkes craned his neck, smelled the Bellflower, then picked one up and swallowed it.
A cool sensation spread through his throat, making Fawkes feel that the swelling in his throat had subsided considerably.
The cool, refreshing feeling is very comfortable.
"It tastes excellent," Fawkes commented, then ate several more.
"Cough cough." Fawkes cleared his throat, feeling much better.
"Thank you, young friend."
After eating the Bellflower, Fawkes's voice became much clearer and his tone became crisper, but his tone was still old-fashioned, even more so than Nicolas Flamel.
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Silan was somewhat surprised.
Adding so much at once? No wonder it's Phoenix!
"Looks like I made a good first impression. I can come here often if I have the chance, and try to get the Nirvana skill from him," Silan thought to herself.
After making a good impression on Fawkes, Silan was very satisfied and placed a few more Bellflower in Fawkes's snack plate.
Then Dumbledore returned.
"Fawkes, I asked Professor Sprout for some Bellflower, you should hurry... Oh, Mr. Prewett."
Dumbledore looked surprised when he saw Silan feeding Fawkes.
He knew that Fawkes never let anyone else feed him.
What happened today...?
Dumbledore felt a little strange watching Fawkes pecking at the Bellflower.
"Looks like Fawkes has made a new friend." Dumbledore nodded to Silan, poured a packet of Bellflower into his bowl, and said playfully, "I hope he hasn't forgotten his old friend."
"Of course not, Headmaster Dumbledore," Silan said with a smile.
Fawkes ate a few more Bellflower that Dumbledore had brought back, glanced at him, and then angrily turned and flew away.
Silan:...
I just said you couldn't do it, so at least give me some face.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
Dumbledore, however, seemed unfazed and asked with interest, "You can communicate with Fawkes?"