Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for Hogwarts.
The students who had returned from the Great Hall gathered in their respective common rooms, discussing what had just happened.
The Ravenclaw students recited a great deal of information about the Basilisk, attempting to analyze how Prewett had Basilisk.
"If you ask me, he definitely has Slytherin blood."
"That Basilisk was kept by Slytherin; it might have been a pet he left to his heir."
"It has nothing to do with bloodline!"
"I dare say it's because he used some special alchemical tool. Didn't you see the two rings on the Basilisk's head?"
"None of that matters! Didn't you notice he can Parseltongue? Maybe he's communicating with the Basilisk and has convinced Basilisk."
"This is an utterly foolish idea! Can a few words really make a Basilisk that has lived for thousands of years submit to him? Is this some kind of hypnotic Spells?"
They argued back and forth, but ultimately came to nothing, which could only be attributed to Prewett's extraordinary talent and genius.
The Hufflepuff Common Room was also discussing what had happened in the Great Hall, but their focus was mostly on practical matters.
For example, what does the Basilisk eat after living for so many years?
As for Slytherin, it was a group of Pure-blood families students who gathered together to trace Silan's lineage using bloodline genealogy.
"He comes from the Prewett family, and there's no doubt that he has the blood of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. But why is his mother unknown? Could she be a Muggle? Is he actually a Half-blood wizard?"
"That's impossible!"
Someone countered, "He can subdue the Basilisk without a wand or Spells, and he even Parseltongue; he must be Pure-blood wizard with Slytherin blood!"
"That's even more impossible!"
Immediately, someone retorted, "The Prewett family has been Gryffindor for generations, only he is Slytherin. Has he regressed to his ancestry?"
"That's hard to say; he's an unpredictable person," someone muttered.
Malfoy, who was sitting in the corner, listened to their absurd speculations, let out a cold laugh, and stood up to look around.
"Regardless of his bloodline, he has already subdued the Basilisk, so what's the point of discussing this further?"
"Are you lacking Pure-blood wizard from the Sacred Twenty-Eight?"
"You, Bulstrode, do you really think you're better than him?"
Bulstrode lowered his head.
"It's you again, Nott? You think you can beat him?" Malfoy looked at Chris Nott.
Chris lowered his head, feeling a chill on his head.
Silence reigned all around.
Pure-blood may be noble, but Magic Is Might, and strength is everything.
This is a simple, realistic truth.
Malfoy frowned and left without looking back.
In the days when Goyle and Crabbe were away, he gradually came to understand one thing: in some situations, bloodline is not a shield.
Otherwise, Goyle and Crabbe wouldn't have been attacked.
As he walked, he pondered, "How can I possibly manage Slytherin with these guys around?"
How can I bring glory to my family?
Haven't they realized that discussing bloodlines in the case of Prewett has long since become meaningless?
"It seems that to rival Prewett, we still need to establish our own power..." Malfoy muttered to himself.
The Gryffindor common room was equally lively.
Lee Jordan is vividly recounting the battle in the Great Hall.
"I wasn't scared at all!" Lee Jordan lay on the wall, mimicking himself looking out from under the wooden planks. "The battle outside was so exciting, who could resist... Prewett at the time..."
Several Weasley were also surrounded by Gryffindor students, who bombarded them with all sorts of questions.
"Yes, that's right, he's our relative."
Even sitting on the sofa, Percy Weasley puffed out his chest, displaying the Prefect Badge on his chest. "I'm the Prefect, and also his cousin."
George and Fred were also talking to their classmates with great pride, occasionally adding a comment.
"That's right, he's our cousin."
Even Ron received unprecedented attention, and shamelessly declared, "Only Silan is my real brother!"
Amidst the chattering, a discordant voice suddenly asked.
"But he's a Slytherin student, maybe he's the one who released the Basilisk..."
"This Slytherin student just saved you!"
George and Fred simultaneously turned and glared at the man who had just spoken. "And everyone saw it, the Basilisk was released by Lockhart!"
"You've all misunderstood Silan!" George shook his head. "If you really knew him, you'd know that Silan is a kind and honest person, not at all like the other Slytherin are so annoying."
That's right.
Fred nodded in complete agreement. "Silan is simply the kindest, smartest, and friendliest person I've ever met."
"If that's the case... why wasn't he sorted into Gryffindor, but into Slytherin instead?" a voice suddenly asked from the crowd.
Everyone turned to look at George and Fred.
Clearly, this problem also troubled them.
"It's all that old Sorting Hat's fault!" George and Fred exclaimed simultaneously, their anger rising. "Oh, that drunken old hat!"
"It must have been out of its mind when it was sorted into different departments."
"Look how filthy it is! Dumbledore never cleans it. Maybe it's because of all the dust that it's become senile!"
Even Neville thought so, "That must be it."
The Gryffindor students around him glanced at him silently, suddenly realizing that the Sorting Hat could indeed go mad.
Hermione, having just returned from the Hospital Wing, wasn't in the mood to listen to their discussion and went straight back to her dorm.
As soon as she pushed open the door, she was forced into a chair and a candle was held in front of her eyes.
"Again?"
Hermione slapped the hand holding the candle, annoyed. "I don't know anything about the Basilisk."
Who cares about the Basilisk?
Lavender pulled up a chair next to Hermione, nudging Hermione with a shrug, and whispered, "We wanted to ask you how things are going with Prewett?"
"Compared to this, what is the Basilisk?"
Parvati placed the candle in the middle of the table and pulled up a chair to sit on Hermione's other side.
The two women flanked Hermione, one on each side.
These two are really oddballs. Even with such a big event happening today, they couldn't suppress their gossipy nature.
Hermione was taken aback. "What, how far has it progressed?"
Lavender curled her lip. "Stop pretending, you're all so familiar with each other, haven't you ever...?"
She was a little embarrassed to continue, glanced at Parvati next to her, and said hesitantly.
"Parvati, you say it."
Parvati rubbed his thighs a little awkwardly, then asked, forcing a smile, "You mean... kissing or something like that?"
Hermione's eyes widened, her gaze fixed intently on the flickering candlelight on the table.
A small, petal-like blush spread across her cheek.
"Of course not! What are you thinking?"
Parvati and Lavender exchanged a glance and shook their heads, indicating their disbelief.
"Impossible! You two are such good friends, yet you've never had any intimate contact?"
They did kiss.
But it was just a polite touch.
The closest contact we've ever had was when I mustered up the courage to kiss Silan on the forehead last time.
"We only...held hands," Hermione whispered.
Lavender and Parvati were startled, seeing a hint of "purification" in each other's eyes.
No way?
So innocent?
Seeing Hermione's shy expression, the two became even more excited and laughed with ill intent.
That's what makes it fun!
They didn't get along with Hermione at first, finding her arrogant and conceited, showing off her knowledge like a know-it-all.
But later it was discovered that Hermione was actually very kind and brave.
Most importantly, she's a lot of fun.
Whenever Hermione talks about Prewett, she transforms from an all-knowing, know-it-all into an ordinary girl.
This made them realize that although Hermione had a somewhat eccentric personality, she was also a very interesting person.
Therefore, they wanted to get even closer to Hermione.
Once they took that step and got to know Hermione, they discovered that Hermione was a really good friend.
And it's a lot of fun.
Take now, for example.
Lavender whispered something in Hermione's ear, and Hermione's face instantly turned bright red, causing her to jump up from her chair.
"I... I want to sleep!"
Hermione couldn't bear to hear such embarrassing words, so she darted onto her bed, pulled the curtains shut, and wrapped herself in the blanket, burying herself completely.
Hahahaha!
Both Parvati and Lavender laughed.
Hermione hid in bed, her heart pounding like a Hippogriff, unable to sleep no matter how much she tossed and turned.
The night sky outside the window is dotted with stars, filled with the girl's unspoken thoughts.
Meanwhile, Silan, unable to sleep, had just stepped into her Suitcase when she saw Norbert fighting the Basilisk.