Hearing what sounded like Slytherin voice, Silan felt no joy whatsoever. Instead, she gripped her wand tightly, assuming a defensive stance.
Who knows if the old man left behind any surprise attacks to test the young wizard's reflexes?
On the forehead of the Slytherin Statue, a long snake with its head and tail biting each other emits an eerie green light.
As soon as the green light appeared, it slowly peeled off the statue, weaving into several long snakes in the air.
The bodies of the long snakes intertwined and coiled together, forming a short incantation.
Below is a densely packed text in small print.
"Is this the Spells the Basilisk spoke of?"
Silan looked up at the spell floating in the air and frowned.
The spell was in place, but problems arose.
He couldn't understand it.
This spell is written in Ancient Runes, which Silan cannot understand at all with his current level of Ancient Runes proficiency.
In Slytherin's time, the Wizarding World was still largely using Ancient Runes, and all kinds of manuscripts and spellbooks were written in Ancient Runes.
To learn, you must first translate.
To translate, you have to learn the Ancient Runes.
The prevailing view in the current Wizarding World regarding Ancient Runes is to study them as an ancient script.
In their view, Ancient Runes were a language used by ancient wizards to record magic.
Modern researchers study Ancient Runes in order to translate manuscripts or documents left by ancient wizards.
Silan studied under Nicolas Flamel for a period of time and knew that in addition to the Ancient Runes that existed as language, there were also magical runes used to carry the magic of wizards.
This type of Ancient Runes was widely used in Ancient Magic and Alchemy, and can be called a practical Ancient Runes.
While Silan knew some practical Ancient Runes, he knew very little about Ancient Runes as a language.
That's why he didn't understand the Spells left by Slytherin.
"I'll write this down first and study it later."
Silan copied down the Spells in the air, intending to translate it later by referring to the relevant documents.
Fortunately, the Spells isn't very long, so it shouldn't take too much effort.
After carefully putting away the Parchment, Silan went down the stairs and walked out of the Chamber of Secrets.
Before leaving, he even removed the snake eyes from the doorway of the Chamber of Secrets.
These are all top-quality emeralds.
Why not take advantage of a free lunch?
Thinking about the Spells she had copied from the Chamber of Secrets, Silan decided to take some time to go to the library to look up books on Ancient Runes.
That way, we might be able to translate the Spells before the holiday.
By the time he returned to the Room of Requirement, it was almost dawn, but George and Fred had somehow arrived.
"Hey, Silan, you went for a night stroll too?" George excitedly came over and patted Silan on the shoulder.
"That's strange, why haven't we run into you?"
Silan didn't want to answer the question, and instead asked, "Did you just come back from your night out?"
"Yes," Fred chimed in, "We just got back from Hogsmeade and bought some quill pen materials."
At the mention of quills, George and Fred visibly brightened up, their faces beaming with joy.
"Our quill pens are selling like hotcakes."
Fred, with a very greedy expression, raised an eyebrow. "We sell about a dozen every day."
"So many?" Silan also somewhat surprised.
"Of course, it's all thanks to you," Fred said with a mysterious smile.
"It's like this..."
George glanced at the smiling Fred and explained quickly, "We let them know that you were involved in designing these quill pens, and the results have been phenomenal; they're going to be a huge hit!"
"You can do that?" Silan asked with a puzzled look.
"Sigh." George and Fred both shook their heads and sighed.
"It seems you have no idea about your own reputation."
The two of them, arm in arm with Silan, walked into the Rest Room, saying as they went, "Last year you rode a dragon, this year you subdued Basilisk, you manage to make headlines every year. Now you're practically a celebrity."
"Many students bought a lot of quill pens as soon as they heard that you were involved in designing them, so of course they sold out quickly."
Fred sat on the sofa with a big leap, a suggestive smile on his face, and said, "I wonder how many girls admire you, and of course, many boys too, if you like..."
"Ha." George grinned, thinking, "Looks like Miss Granger's got some work to do."
"Let's get down to business," Silan awkwardly changed the subject.
Stop with that England mentality.
George and Fred's smiles faded, and they said in unison, "We should be able to earn 1,000 Galleon before the end of the semester."
The thought of this bright future made them both feel relaxed and happy.
That's a thousand Galleon!
Even their fathers couldn't earn that much money in a whole year.
Silan took out the box Dumbledore had given him and said with a smile, "Actually, we've already made a profit."
The box was opened, and the gleaming golden Galleon made George and Fred squint.
Both of them gaped, staring wide-eyed at Silan, then at the Galleon in the box.
He looked incredulous.
George and Fred, with perfect timing, simultaneously reached out and pinched each other, then simultaneously let out a cry of pain.
Wow!
George swallowed hard, staring intently at Galleon without saying a word.
Fred, looking blank, asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"I was thinking, these School Governor are really rich." George raised and lowered his eyebrows, making a funny face. "If you took the Galleon from their vaults, wouldn't that be like a successful business venture?"
"I think that should be called robbery," Silan corrected.
"Looks like we'll get a lot of money at the end of the semester, enough to have a nice summer vacation." George and Fred jumped up from the sofa excitedly, pulled Silan up as well, and each grabbed one of his arms and shook him vigorously.
"That's amazing, Silan! You're our lucky charm!"
Fred laughed and said, "We've been on a lucky streak ever since we met you."
George sighed, "Sigh, I really suspect that our luck was sucked away by that unlucky Ron."
"It seems we need to go back and ask the Gnome in the garden if they put their own children in our crib."
Fred nodded seriously. "It's absolutely necessary."
In the Gryffindor common room, Ron, who was fast asleep while hugging his mouse, suddenly shuddered.
It seems that something bad happened in the dream.
After George and Fred had painted a picture of how they would spend their "wonderful summer vacation," they remembered something more important.
"We ran into Pippin's Potions, while we were in Hogsmeade today."
"He pressed us, asking when you would be going to see him. Mr. Pippin seemed really anxious." George shrugged. "He probably wants to make some money off you."
"I'm starting to regret agreeing to his offer," Fred shook his head. "Silan is a lucky charm; he might bring him good fortune."
"Please stop calling me that."
Hearing that awkward address, Silan grinned and quickly replied, "I'll make time to go tomorrow."
"Remember to haggle with him," George cautioned. "Mr. Pippin is a shrewd businessman; don't let him cheat you."
Silan nodded.
The twins left arm in arm.
Silan organized some of the Potions she had made earlier, preparing to take them with her tomorrow.