Silan glanced at the note in Professor McGonagall's hand, wondering if Dumbledore had also assigned Professor McGonagall the task of setting up the amulets and monitoring the bathroom.
This old bee is a complete shirker, treating Professor McGonagall like an animal...
Professor Cat has had a tough time.
Not only do we have to take care of the students, but we also have to take care of the old bees.
With a sigh, Silan handed the 30 amulets she had recently made to Professor McGonagall.
"I sought out Professor Dumbledore to deliver the amulet he commissioned me to him." Silan paused, then continued, "Did he mention this in the note?"
He did mention it.
Professor McGonagall nodded, took the amulet, and examined it carefully.
This amulet is much simpler than Miss Granger's necklace.
The main part is a triangle made of wood, with a small crystal core embedded in the middle.
Since this is only for temporary use, Silan didn't need to go for anything fancy; she simply aimed for simplicity and efficiency.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to finish so quickly.
"I was quite surprised when I received Dumbledore," Professor McGonagall Silan with a smile, her eyes full of elder's admiration. "I never imagined that you were the one who made this amulet."
"Before this, I always thought these amulets were prepared by Dumbledore."
The previous batch of amulets was placed by Dumbledore in classrooms, corridors, and the Great Hall where students were concentrated.
This greatly reduced the professors' patrol workload.
And indeed, there have been no further reports of monsters causing trouble in the Chamber of Secrets in the past few days.
This made Professor McGonagall very fond of the amulet, and now that she knew that these things were made by Silan, she praised him even more.
Silan is undoubtedly an excellent student.
Dumbledore should have given him an "Special Award for Services to the School".
However, while praising her, Professor McGonagall also had some doubts.
"You're only in second grade, and you've already made these things. That's really amazing."
"You flatter me, Professor."
Silan replied modestly, "I only learned a little bit of Alchemy from Nicolas Flamel before."
Oh, that's not surprising.
Professor McGonagall suddenly realized.
Oh, it's Nicolas Flamel. That makes sense...
Etc!
Who did this child just mention learning Alchemy from?
Professor McGonagall's face froze abruptly, her heart pounding, as she looked at Silan in disbelief.
Nicolas Flamel?!
Which Nicolas Flamel, the creator of the Philosopher's Stone and the Elixir of Life, the legendary Alchemy hailed as the greatest in centuries?!
But I've never heard of Nicolas Flamel personally teaching anyone...
Even with Professor McGonagall's calm and serious nature, she found it hard to believe when she suddenly heard about this.
"You just said... who did you learn Alchemy from?"
Professor McGonagall felt her throat was a little dry and asked uncertainly.
"Nicolas Flamel, Professor, I expect to go again this summer," Silan replied simply.
It really is Nicolas Flamel!
Moreover, he didn't just casually give the child a few pointers on a whim; he's been teaching him for a long time!
This surprised Professor McGonagall even more.
This child really knows how to surprise people...
Looking at the amulet in her hand, Professor McGonagall wasn't too bothered; instead, she felt quite gratified.
"You protected Hogwarts and your classmates with your knowledge," Professor McGonagall praised with a smile. "You're just as great as your father."
"After all, I am also a part of Hogwarts, and I should do my part for the school," Silan said.
"Your parents will be so proud of you, child..."
Professor McGonagall became somewhat emotional at this point, her tightly pursed lips trembling slightly.
Seeing Silan's humble and earnest demeanor, Professor McGonagall felt as if she were seeing her comrade-in-arms Fabian again.
Like this child, he was humble, earnest, and gentle in his dealings with others.
Silan scratched his head, mimicking Neville's gesture, and said shyly, "I didn't really think that much about it; I just didn't want my classmates to get hurt."
What a good child!
Professor McGonagall looked at the shy and honest Silan and thought to herself with deep emotion.
This child looks exactly like his father.
They all have hearts of gold.
Hermione, who had been peeking out from the corner, was deeply moved upon hearing this.
Silan has always been so kind and selfless.
Hermione couldn't help but feel secretly glad that she had done the right thing on Valentine's Day!
If she missed out on Silan, she would have missed out on the whole world.
After all, it's practically impossible to find another person in this world as perfect as Silan!
Luckily, I acted first.
Hermione was both relieved and embarrassed, and instinctively covered her burning face with her hands, pulling her head back.
[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +1]
Actually, Silan hadn't thought that much about whether her classmates would get hurt.
However, Dumbledore touched himself with his warm Galleon, turning him into a sentimental and caring student.
I think I should go.
Professor McGonagall glanced behind Silan, and the two little hands that had been clinging to the corner of the wall instantly withdrew.
"Goodbye, Mr. Prewett," Professor McGonagall raised her voice, as if she were speaking to someone else.
After saying goodbye to Professor McGonagall, Silan glanced back and her eyes met Hermione's, who was clinging to the wall with her hands and craning her neck to look in their direction.
Their eyes met, Hermione felt a little awkward.
Hermione's beautiful eyes darted around, and she abruptly changed the subject.
"What a coincidence, Silan... I was just passing by..."
She had actually been there for half a day, but she just couldn't bring herself to say, "I've been waiting for you here for a long time."
That's so embarrassing.
Watching Hermione bustling about, fixing her hair one minute and touching her robe the next, Silan chuckled softly, but didn't expose her little trick.
He nodded earnestly and said, "Yes, what a coincidence."
Where are you going?
"Great Hall."
"Let's go together then, it's a good time to eat."
"Yes, yes!"
Hermione's eyes narrowed with joy, and it seemed as if a small flower was quickly blooming on her head.
The two walked to the Great Hall.
They had planned to take some sandwiches to eat by the Black Lake, but Lockhart suddenly burst in as soon as they entered the Great Hall.
This flamboyant Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts changed into a flashy pinkish-purple robe.
The robe was embroidered with lace, and a tattered Diary was inexplicably tucked into the belt.
Although he was dressed in flashy clothes, he looked very unwell.
His eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept in a long time, and the wrinkles on his face were layered together, making him look ferocious and terrifying.
Lockhart, his gleaming boots clicking in the breeze, strode from the Great Hall entrance to the High Table.
He ignored Professor Sprout and Professor Snape in the High Table and went to Dumbledore's seat.
"Alright, students!"
"All eyes are on me!"