"I will keep a close eye on this place from now on," Dumbledore said slowly, glancing back at the door to the Chamber of Secrets.
"The person who tried to enter the Chamber of Secrets and released the Basilisk is the culprit."
"Once this problem is resolved, you can do whatever you want with the Basilisk."
Dumbledore's plan was to first find out who was controlling the Basilisk, and then find out from him how Voldemort was causing trouble. Only by defeating Voldemort could the matter be truly resolved.
Silan nodded and handed the 30 amulets he had brought with him to Dumbledore.
The two walked out of the restroom.
Dumbledore glanced at the time. "I'll go set up these amulets. You go back and rest."
After saying this, Dumbledore turned and left.
It looks like the Hogwarts Headmaster is going to have to work overtime.
Silan glanced back at the distinctive brass faucet, his gaze deep and serene.
He originally wanted to obtain the Basilisk, but only to extract some skills from it. Unexpectedly, he discovered a little secret hidden within the Basilisk.
It was an unexpected bonus.
Even Dumbledore probably didn't know anything about the "treasure" the Basilisk spoke of.
This is a good thing for Silan.
Once he gets his hands on the Basilisk, he can study it at his leisure.
But for now, let's go back to the Room of Requirement first.
After turning her gaze away, Silan walked towards the Room of Requirement.
The others seemed to have gone back to rest, and the entire Room of Requirement was quiet.
Only Hermione remains.
The faint firelight flickered, and Hermione seemed to be reading a book, nodding as she read.
It seems they've discovered something exciting.
Silan approached and noticed that Hermione had a book open in front of her, her little head bobbing up and down like a chick pecking at rice, but her eyes were still closed.
They were clearly exhausted.
Hermione's eyelids were stuck together by intense drowsiness, and she couldn't open them no matter what she did. Her little head trembled slightly in the air twice before she suddenly slammed it against the book.
Silan quickly reached out and touched her forehead.
"Ah... um..."
Hermione was startled in her dream, thinking she had fallen off a cliff. Her whole body trembled, and she suddenly woke up.
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Silan.
Hermione's eyes widened, and upon seeing Silan's face, she was instantly wide awake.
Hermione wiped her mouth, thinking, "Thank goodness I didn't drool, or that would have been so embarrassing."
"Why didn't you go back? Didn't I tell you to go and rest?" Silan sat down next to her.
"I wanted to wait for you..." Hermione said.
Actually, she had another purpose, but it was too embarrassing for her to say it out loud.
Today is the Valentine's Day.
Legend has it that girls who wake up before sunrise on Valentine's Day will marry the first boy they see that day.
Of course, this is a baseless rumor.
But Miss Granger believed it.
That's why she deliberately dawdled until the very end.
Once everyone else is outlasted, all variables are eliminated, and the first boy she sees on Valentine's Day can only be Silan.
It was an absolutely brilliant and perfect plan.
Miss Granger secretly rejoiced at her brilliant plan and cheered twice.
Now Silan has arrived.
Great, everything is going according to plan.
Seeing Hermione looking a little dazed, Silan asked curiously, "What's wrong, Hermione? If you're sleepy, go back and rest."
After saying that, Silan was about to get up.
This terrified Hermione.
If he leaves now, wouldn't my brilliant plan be ruined?
No, no!
Absolutely not!
Hermione's last bit of drowsiness vanished instantly, and she quickly grabbed Silan's sleeve.
"No, I'm not sleepy!"
She shook her head repeatedly, her lovely eyes darting around as if trying to find a suitable excuse.
Her wandering gaze suddenly fell upon the dazzling starry sky outside the glass dome, and Hermione had a flash of inspiration.
"I was just thinking about the time we watched the stars together."
Hermione gazed at the glass dome, a look of nostalgia on her face, and said earnestly, "It's been so long since we looked at the stars together."
London, known as the Foggy City, rarely has clear night skies, and naturally, stars are rarely visible.
They used to climb up to the attic on starry nights, sneaking snacks and counting stars.
Silan looked up at the brilliant night sky, a slight smile appearing on her face.
Those were truly happy and joyful memories.
"The starry sky is beautiful tonight too."
Silan said, then sat back down next to Hermione, waved his hand, and the Room of Requirement changed according to his will.
The lights went out, the walls disappeared, and the grass grew up to their ankles.
The stars are bright, and the evening breeze is cool.
The deep night sky was like a black velvet curtain, and the stars were like small holes poked in the curtain, letting out their bright and dazzling light.
Starlight fell upon them.
In that light, their souls seemed to draw closer together.
Hermione stared blankly at Silan, then involuntarily moved a little closer to him and leaned against him.
Silan let her lean on him, looked up at the stars in the sky, and tried hard to make out their shapes.
During his years as a charlatan, besides tarot cards, he occasionally made money through astrology.
Unlike the calm Silan, Hermione was conflicted and nervous.
She longed to get closer, yet was also somewhat afraid of breaking the tranquility of the moment.
The girl's thoughts wandered for a long time, tormented by both joy and pain.
Under the starlight, those girlish secrets were laid bare, shining brightly, yet they dared only to remain hidden.
She was scared.
I'm afraid that if I expose these worries to the light of day, I'll be too ashamed to face anyone.
"What if... what if Silan doesn't like me?"
This terrifying thought sent a chill down Hermione's spine, and she immediately dismissed it.
"Wait a little longer," Hermione said to herself. "Wait a little longer, Hermione."
Anyway, Silan isn't going to run away.
Despite these thoughts, Hermione was still somewhat conflicted and nervous, and in the end, she could only silently recite the History of Magic in her mind.
"The invention of the Muggle-Repelling Charm was a key turning point in the History of Magic."
"After this Spells is cast, Muggle without magic can only leave helplessly and blankly; they won't see the wizard, and of course, they won't remember him."
"The invention of the Muggle-Repelling Charm separated the Wizarding World from the Muggle World. Although the frenzied witch hunts haven't ended, Muggle are now almost unable to catch any real wizards..."
After Hermione reviewed all the History of Magic lessons she had taken, the sun rose.
Good morning, Silan.
Hermione smiled sweetly and looked at the first boy she had met on Valentine's Day.
Lockhart sullenly hid in his office, all the curtains drawn, as if the morning sunlight were a deadly poison to him.
He had stayed up all night, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was contorted, and even his once-proud long, wavy blond hair was now a mess.
Frustrated, Lockhart took out his Diary and hurriedly tried to unscrew the ink bottle.
As a result of his exertion, ink spilled onto his hand, which made him even more annoyed.
"Damn it!"
After casually wiping himself off, Lockhart took out his quill, dipped it haphazardly in the ink, and angrily began scribbling on his Diary.
"The Basilisk has failed!"
"It's all your fault, Tom!"