Silan smiled and said, "I know a little."
"What an interesting talent."
Dumbledore shook his head with a touch of wistfulness. "If Newt knew, he would be so envious of you."
At this point, Dumbledore winked at him and asked, "Was Fawkes talking badly about me just now?"
"Hmph, he must be telling you that I fed it the wrong thing."
Dumbledore turned to look at the gilded perch, lowered his voice, and whispered, "I'll let you in on a little secret, but actually it was because he ate too much candy that he got sick."
"The newly reborn Phoenix is still very fragile; it shouldn't eat too much sticky candy."
"Haha." Silan chuckled dryly.
Like master, like bird, right?
I never expected you to be like this, Fawkes.
"I hope I won't get the 'Greedy' skill by accident when I draw skills in the future..." Silan thought to herself.
"Alright, please have a seat."
Dumbledore the first to walk to a small round table and sit down, gesturing for him to sit. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Black Tea," Silan said, sitting down.
"I really don't understand why everyone who comes here drinks Black Tea," Dumbledore muttered. "Then I'll have some light honey water."
After saying this, Dumbledore clapped his hands, and a cup of hot Black Tea and a cup of honey water appeared on the table.
Looking at the thick, almost solid honey water, Silan was speechless.
It's so thick it's practically jelly, and you call that light?
As expected of an old bee.
Dumbledore picked up the honey water, took a sip, and let out a satisfied sigh.
After Silan took a sip of her Black Tea, Dumbledore slowly asked, "How is Miss Granger?"
"She's fine." Silan put down her Black Tea. "She's already attending classes normally today."
"Ah, that's the best news I've heard lately." Dumbledore laughed, his long beard trembling. "Professor McGonagall told me that Miss Granger was unharmed because the necklace you gave her protected her."
Silan remained noncommittal.
Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, "Is this necklace a talisman? Or did you know from the beginning that it would be useful?"
These questions contain a bit of a cliché.
Silan pretended to be stupid.
"The necklace is actually just a small toy."
"I wanted to make a birthday present for Miss Granger, but I didn't know what to make, so I wrote to Master Nicolas Flamel for advice."
Silan first brought up Nicolas Flamel, even giving him a more intimate nickname.
"I created this necklace using Alchemy, following the ideas provided by my master Nicolas Flamel."
"Turning into a rooster is not its primary function."
"So..." Dumbledore asked, somewhat disappointed but still unwilling to give up, "This was actually a coincidence?"
"That's right." Silan nodded.
This Dumbledore.
He had initially thought he could find a breakthrough from Silan and discover exactly what the monster in the Chamber of Secrets was, but...
Dumbledore sighed and shook his head helplessly.
"I thought I could find the answer from you and discover what the monster in the Chamber of Secrets really is..."
He picked up the honey water on the table, but found it rather bland, so he put it down again as soon as he picked it up.
A moment of silence fell over the room.
Dumbledore frowned, pondering how to find the Chamber of Secrets and defeat the monster.
A jumble of chaotic thoughts swirled in his mind, more troublesome than grooming his beard.
What exactly is a monster?
Where is the Chamber of Secrets?
Who opened the Chamber of Secrets?
Various questions swirled in Dumbledore's mind, like a group of noisy House-elf.
"Perhaps I know what a monster is."
Upon hearing this sentence, Dumbledore's jumbled questions were instantly cleared away.
He squinted at Silan: "What... did you say?"
Dumbledore felt both anticipation and a sense of disbelief.
The Chamber of Secrets monster, which wreaked havoc twice, remains a perplexing mystery, both then and now.
He made several inquiries, but to no avail.
Ke Silan actually said he knew?
This surprised Dumbledore.
"This is just my guess," Silan said.
"I'm all ears." Dumbledore sat up straight, waiting for Silan to speak.
"That necklace can transform into many animals, but why did it turn into a rooster last night?" Silan said.
As the greatest wizard of his time, Dumbledore realized something almost instantly.
But he didn't interrupt; instead, he gestured with his eyes for Silan to continue.
"There are some Spells cast on the necklace. I think perhaps the appearance of the monster triggered a reaction to these Spells."
"Then, by a stroke of luck, the necklace transformed into a rooster and scared away the monster," Silan said slowly. "I think there aren't many creatures in the Wizarding World that are afraid of roosters and can also petrify people. Following this line of thought, we've got a general direction."
Dumbledore nodded, agreeing with his prediction.
"I was there when Mrs Norris was petrified. I noticed that many spiders fled the castle, as if they were afraid of something." Here, Silan paused deliberately.
Dumbledore for a moment, then continued, "You've guessed the monster from just these clues?"
"No," Silan shook her head, "These are all supporting evidence."
"What truly made me guess what the monster was was Shakespeare."
"Shakespeare?" Dumbledore, somewhat surprised.
He knew that Shakespeare was a wizard and renowned author who spanned both the Wizarding World and Muggle World.
"But what does the monster have to do with him?" Dumbledore asked, frowning.
"It was quite a coincidence," Silan said. "I had read Shakespeare's Richard III with Miss Granger before, and one line in particular stuck with me."
Dumbledore still frowned, vaguely sensing something, and a flash of inspiration struck him.
"I hope they are the eyes of the Basilisk, and can kill you..." he murmured to himself, reciting the words aloud.
Silan nodded.
"That's right. <Richard III> is a historical play written by Shakespeare. Although it was published in the Muggle World, it also contains many metaphors that only wizards can understand."
"That's not surprising," Dumbledore muttered to himself.
"The Herpo the Foul bred Basilisk. This creature fears the crowing of roosters, and its eyes can kill."
"Spiders have many eyes, and their vision covers all around, so they are naturally afraid of Basilisk, which is why they fled the castle."
"Those students who were petrified indirectly saw the Basilisk's eyes, while the student from fifty years ago saw the Basilisk's eyes directly..."
Dumbledore connected all the clues and understood everything.
"Mr. Prewett, I must thank you." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, his mood lightening.
"You've solved a huge problem for us."
"In that case, I have a request," Silan said at the opportune moment, "I hope you can grant it."
"Tell me about it," Dumbledore said, his interest piqued.