"No problem." Silan nodded in agreement.
Hermione pouted. "I haven't even said what it is, and you've already agreed?"
In truth, she knew that no matter what she said, Silan would probably agree.
Silan smiled and took a step forward, standing on the same step as Hermione, looking pitiful.
"How can you bear to make things difficult for me?"
Silan knew perfectly well that Hermione would never say anything that would make things difficult for her.
"That's not necessarily true." Hermione raised her chin, closed her eyes, and said smugly, "I'm a witch now, not the little girl I used to be."
Miss Granger strained to lift her head, trying to show that she was no longer a little girl.
"In my eyes, you've always been Hermione," Silan said.
Hermione blushed a little at his words and lightly punched him with her little fist. "You're cheating, saying things like that..."
They know each other too well, so there's a slightly sticky, mushy feeling to their conversation.
"So what exactly is it?" Silan asked.
"Didn't you promise to play with me during the summer vacation?" Hermione smiled, her eyes crinkling. "Now we have to add another one."
"You say."
Her bright eyes darted around, Hermione said excitedly, "You have to buy me something when we go on summer vacation."
"No problem, what do you want?"
Hermione didn't say anything, but with a big smile on her face, she walked up the stairs with her hands behind her back. When she reached the corner of the stairs, she turned around and said with a smile, "I won't tell you now, I'll tell you later."
Silan quickly walked up the stairs, smiling and nodding.
The two walked towards the Room of Requirement.
Hermione seemed extremely excited about summer vacation, and was in high spirits the whole way.
"We can go to London, take the subway, just the two of us."
"I'll come find you in the morning. I'll pick a nice day and run there."
"There won't be any fog that day. When the sun comes out, the world will be filled with color. The flowers, trees, and grass will all sparkle, and it will feel just like summer. I'm sure I'll spot you right away then."
Silan listened quietly to Hermione, occasionally nodding with a smile or responding softly.
It wasn't until she entered the Room of Requirement that Hermione seemed to suddenly realize she had talked too much, and her face turned red.
"Anyway, you must remember to come back during summer vacation," Hermione said seriously, her little face tense.
"Don't worry," Silan nodded.
"I will definitely come back to see you."
Silan added, "I'll run there too."
Hermione's ears burned at those words. She stammered softly and changed the subject, saying, "Let's translate the Ancient Runes first."
The two walked to the table and sat down side by side.
Silan gave Hermione the Ancient Runes he had copied down in the Chamber of Secrets.
Holding the Parchment covered in Ancient Runes in her hand, Hermione frowned and read it over from beginning to end.
She could tell that it was probably a Spells.
"This is a Spells related to the soul." Hermione took out a quill and wrote down the few words she could understand.
"A very rare Spells ..." Hermione paused, "Can I really see it?"
Spells involving the Soul Domain are always rare and often possess extremely special meanings or powers.
Such things are usually kept secret.
That's why Hermione asked that question.
"I trust you completely," Silan patted Hermione's arm and said earnestly, "But it's best not to tell anyone else."
If it were anyone else, Silan would never have revealed this Spells without hesitation.
But Hermione is different.
He trusted Hermione completely.
Although she knew her question was somewhat unnecessary, Hermione was still pleased to hear Silan's answer.
She nodded solemnly. "I promise I won't tell anyone."
Silan spread the books she had borrowed from the library on the desk and got to work with Hermione.
They are very skilled at this.
Hermione was in charge of finding the interpretations of the Ancient Runes, while Silan wrote down several interpretations and then deduced their meanings one by one.
In fact, the Spells left behind by Slytherin is very short.
They quickly translated the incantation.
But the real challenge lies in the long description following the incantation.
This part is even more complex, with multiple semantics mixed together, making it seem like a tangled mess.
But this section still needs to be translated.
To learn a new Spells, simply knowing the incantation isn't enough; you also need to know the casting gestures and some casting details.
This situation is nothing like Professor Flitwick's classes, where he would explain the origins and techniques of Spells in detail, and even demonstrate them himself.
They only have written records of the Spells, and it's a rather uncommon ancient Spells.
The difficulty is self-evident.
Fortunately, the two of them had plenty of time and weren't planning to resolve the issue within a day or two.
This made Hermione feel both ashamed and happy.
Although Silan felt a little guilty for being happy about the slow progress, Hermione was genuinely happy to be able to work with Silan.
"Hermione, you're so mean."
Miss Granger felt somewhat guilty.
During her break, Hermione was still excitedly imagining what she would do with Silan during the summer vacation.
During their casual conversation, Hermione chuckled and said, "Don't you think we look a lot like we used to be?"
Before they went to Hogwarts, they read books together, studied together, and discussed where to go on weekends.
It's almost exactly the same as it is now.
Time flowed slowly past them, making their bodies stronger, but it seemed to leave little trace on their hearts.
"This shows we've never changed," Silan said. "We're still good friends."
Hermione nodded, but a jumble of thoughts raced through her mind.
"Some things do seem to have changed..."
When some strange thought popped into her head, Hermione was startled and quickly shook her head.
"I've rested enough, let's continue." Hermione interrupted her thoughts with something important.
The two worked on this for almost a week before they finished translating all the contents of the Parchment.
"We've tried all the other translations, this one must be right."
Hermione copied down the translated text, her movements somewhat listless.
After finishing writing, Hermione handed the Parchment to Silan and slumped wearily onto the table.
"Heh~"
A muffled yawn came from Hermione's arms, and soon her breathing became long and even.
"Would you like to go to bed?" Silan asked.
Hermione's voice came through in a daze. "So tired, I don't want to move..."
"Shall I take you there?"