After listening to George and Fred's words, Harry asked in surprise.
"50 Galleon? Aren't you giving too much?"
"Not much, not much," George shrugged. "We're in a rush, so we have to work hard. You'll probably have to stay up all night tonight."
"And what about me?" Ron asked excitedly.
Opportunities to earn fifty Galleon in one go are rare.
He's very excited right now.
Ever since making money from Silan, Ron had developed a taste for it and wanted to earn even more.
"You?" Fred looked Ron up and down. "Then I'll give you 50 chicken legs."
"Fifty chicken legs?" Ron said angrily. "Do you think I'm a glutton?"
Isn't that so?
George and Fred stared wide-eyed and covered their mouths as if they had discovered some earth-shattering secret.
Ron was so angry he couldn't say a word, and when he saw Silan, he said indignantly.
"From now on Silan will be my real brother!"
George and Fred both curled their lip in disdain and said, "Here's 50 Galleon, stop insulting our cousin, okay?"
"You!!!"
Ron was utterly speechless.
Who are these people?
Huh? What kind of older brother treats his own younger brother like that?!
After chatting for a few minutes, Silan explained the production steps to them in detail.
Ron and Harry had no experience with Alchemy, so they were only responsible for simple material handling; the subsequent spell casting was handled by Silan and the others.
This established a simple production line.
Hermione was originally in charge of materials handling, but after watching George and Fred do it a few times, she was also eager to try.
"Want to give it a try, Hermione?" George asked.
"May I?"
"Certainly."
George gave Hermione a document and explained the spell-casting steps to her in detail.
Hermione listened attentively, then waved her wand and began to cast a spell.
Her Spells were all used perfectly, almost exactly like those in the textbook.
While it may lack flexibility in some aspects, it is perfect for maintaining quality control in assembly line operations.
George and Fred watched with some surprise.
"This is the first time we've ever seen such a perfect Spells."
"What's gotten into all the second-graders lately?" George shook his head and sighed. "They're all so amazing."
Fred, without holding back his praise, exclaimed, "Not bad Spells!"
At this point, he winked at Hermione, "I'm starting to think of you as my sister."
As he spoke, his eyes kept glancing towards Silan.
The meaning is self-evident.
"You... you mustn't talk nonsense!"
Hermione blushed, stammered, and hurriedly grabbed some materials, pretending to be very busy.
But her eyes would occasionally glance at Silan.
Hermione picked up another document, shook her head, and cleared these chaotic thoughts from her mind.
As long as it helps Silan, that's all that matters.
The amulets they're making now are a simplified version of Silan's; they can only be made into roosters, but that's not exactly easy either.
Several people took turns resting, and relying on the assembly line, they worked until the evening of the second day to produce thirty.
"You guys rest first, I'll go deliver the things."
Silan gave a few words of advice to the group and then left the Room of Requirement.
He first asked Hagrid for a rooster, put it in his Suitcase, and then went to the Headmaster's Office.
"Control Crystal Core, brain-awakening agent, blindfold for the Basilisk... everything is almost ready."
Silan inspected the items used to deal with the Basilisk as he walked.
He made this blindfold prop before.
Once unfolded, it can fit snugly against the body, forming a double ring. One ring blindfolds the eyes, while the other locks around the neck to prevent it from falling off.
Besides being exceptionally hard and resistant to damage, it can also be adjusted for tightness using Spells.
Hmm... it looks a bit like Golden Hoop...
The Basilisk has also recovered; he's even wearing the same Golden Hoop as Monkey King.
Things have deviated too far from the original plot, Silan is worried about further unexpected changes, so she plans to tell Dumbledore today that she has found the Chamber of Secrets.
"Tonight, we'll implant the Control Crystal Core into the Basilisk's head. That way, we'll have a backup plan if anything happens later."
With that thought in mind, Silan went to the Headmaster's Office.
Fawkes wasn't there today, and Dumbledore was reading in his chair.
Upon seeing Silan, he asked with some surprise, "Mr. Prewett, you have news so quickly?"
"Good luck," Silan nodded. "We found some clues."
Dumbledore deep look and said with some emotion, "You're really lucky."
Only he himself knew how much effort and time he had spent trying to find the Chamber of Secrets, but to no avail.
He never expected that Silan would find the Chamber of Secrets in just over a day.
Isn't this incredibly lucky?
"I think we should make some preparations," Dumbledore pondered, "Like asking Hagrid for a rooster."
"I've already brought it."
"Ah... clever little wizard, let's go."
Perhaps Dumbledore also wanted to see the Chamber of Secrets, which had troubled him for many years. Without saying anything more, he followed Silan out of the Headmaster's Office.
The two walked all the way to the girls' restroom on the second floor.
The washroom has a large sign outside that says "Out of Service," and both doors have spherical brass handles.
It looks like it hasn't been used for many years.
Dumbledore glanced at the bathroom with a strange expression, then said cautiously, "You mean, Chamber of Secrets is in here?"
Silan was also somewhat embarrassed.
In any world, taking your principal to the women's restroom is a nerve-wracking experience.
"Uh... the sound I heard was coming from here. I think this is probably just an entrance," Silan explained.
"I don't think we need to change into women's clothing, do we?" Dumbledore blinked and went inside.
The washroom was dark and stuffy; stepping in felt like entering another world.
The damp air made my nose itch, and a few thin rays of light shone through the cracks in the window, turning into long, thin beams of light, while the candles emitted round halos.
Slender beams of light and circular halos mingled together, swaying uncertainly in the water vapor.
That mirror, stained and cracked, reflected countless images of Dumbledore and Silan.
Big and small, bits and pieces.
Silan glanced at the individual rooms; apart from the sound of running water, there was no other sound.
It seems that the Moaning Myrtle is not here.
"Professor Dumbledore, if you don't mind, I need to find the entrance," Silan said, withdrawing her gaze.
"Of course." Dumbledore gestured for him to proceed.
Silan pretended to search around the bathroom, and finally came to a sink.
The pool looks quite ordinary, with a row of brass faucets on it, one of which has a small snake engraved on its side.
"This seems to be it," Silan thought.
"Found it."
Silan infused her voice with excitement, as if blowing air into a balloon.
It seemed as if he had just exerted a great deal of effort.
Dumbledore walked through the steam to the pool and looked at the faucet with some curiosity.
"Having been at Hogwarts for so long, I really didn't know such a thing existed," Dumbledore.
He glanced at the little snake on the brass faucet and asked curiously, "But how do we turn it on?"
"Perhaps with Spells, or perhaps some other method, I don't know, we can only give it a try."
Silan frowned, pretending to be deep in thought, and spouted nonsense.
[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +1]
If you're going to put on a show, you have to go all the way.
Silan, of course, could not tell Dumbledore that she already knew how to open the Chamber of Secrets.
Dumbledore tried to cast some Spells on the brass faucet, but to no avail.
Silan also tried it out.
"Perhaps... we need to use the language of snakes."
Dumbledore frowned in thought, "The Herpo the Foul hatched the Basilisk and then controlled it with a language known as Parseltongue."
"Unfortunately..." Dumbledore shook his head, "Even I don't know this language."
"Perhaps... I can give it a try," Silan said.