"Deliver?"
"How should I deliver it?" Hermione wondered to herself.
Now that she had a question, Miss Granger's clever little mind immediately sprang to life, and all sorts of ideas kept popping into her head.
In this situation, shouldn't we pick him up and carry him to the hospital?
Or carry it on your back?
Am I too heavy?
One idea after another, like noisy House-elf, stirred up Hermione's mind.
Having studied at Hogwarts for the past two years, Silan's life has become much more stable; at least she no longer has to worry about food and drink.
So he's grown quite a bit taller and stronger.
But Hermione was still somewhat worried.
"What if I'm too heavy for Silan to carry?"
"That would be so embarrassing for me!"
She tried hard to recall her weight, only to realize that it had been a long time since she last weighed herself...
And the worst part is that I've forgotten what my weight was last time I weighed myself.
"Hmm... okay."
After hesitating for a moment, Hermione forced herself to pretend to be confused and agreed.
Silan walked towards her.
Miss Granger was overjoyed.
But Miss Granger forgot that Silan was a wizard and had even learned the Levitation Charm...
Silan waved his wand, levitating Hermione into the air.
The pink bubble that had been forming in Hermione's mind was completely burst in the blink of an eye.
Hermione, floating on her back in the air, seemed somewhat bewildered.
"So that's how you deliver it..."
"I should have just told him I wanted him to carry me..." Hermione thought to herself, gritting her teeth in regret. "Even carrying him on my back would have been fine."
Miss Granger, feeling somewhat sullen, closed her eyes tightly and floated in the air without saying a word, letting Silan lead her into the inner room.
Sleepiness slowly crept over Hermione's body, making her eyelids grow heavier and heavier, and before she knew it, she was about to fall asleep.
But just as Hermione's head was spinning, she suddenly felt something touch her fingers.
First, a light, faint touch was applied, and Hermione felt a warm, ticklish sensation on her fingers, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Then one finger gently hooked around its little finger.
Their fingers intertwined, a subtle entanglement.
Without a doubt, these are Silan's fingers.
Hermione's breath hitched, her feet tensed, but she dared not open her eyes; the sleepiness that had just surged into her head vanished instantly.
With her sight gone, her hearing and touch became more acute.
She clearly noticed that the fingers gripping her little finger loosened.
Hermione felt a pang of disappointment as the finger loosened its grip, but soon another finger climbed up.
The soft warmth, with a slightly alluring touch, spread from my fingers across the back of my hand, over my arm, and finally burrowed straight into my heart.
Silan's steps seemed to stop, and her fingers ceased to move.
Hermione didn't dare to move, and pretended to be asleep, listening only to Silan's breathing.
During what seemed like a long, but actually incredibly short, pause, Hermione noticed that Silan's fingers seemed to have become bolder.
A finger brushed against the back of her hand and climbed up, then another brushed across her skin...
The fingers moved with a hint of hesitation, as if they dared not overstep their bounds, but ultimately could not restrain themselves.
Finally, Silan's fingers climbed up and grasped Hermione's little finger.
Hermione noticed that Silan had stopped moving again.
She could clearly hear that Silan's breathing became shorter, as if he was not entirely at peace.
For some inexplicable reason, Hermione felt very happy, like a child secretly eating candy under the covers.
She still didn't open her eyes, a faint smile slowly appearing on her lips. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she suddenly twisted her wrist and grabbed Silan's hand.
Their fingers were intertwined, deeply entangled.
The fingertips and palm lines were pressed tightly together, leaving not a single gap.
The surroundings were quiet, and the two men's veins surged with a calm, turbulent energy, without making a sound.
Hermione heard Silan seem startled by her and suddenly stopped in her tracks.
This gave her a strange sense of secret joy.
She heard Silan call out briefly.
Hermione.
But she kept her eyes closed, motionless, and continued to pretend to be asleep with a blank expression on her face.
After waiting for a while, Silan seemed to give up calling her and continued to lead her towards the Rest Room.
Silan stood beside Hermione, as if carefully pulling a human-shaped balloon, through the tables, chairs, and sofas of the Rest Room, and into the inner room.
Silan walked all the way to the bedside, lifted the covers, and carefully placed Hermione on the bed.
Even though Hermione was asleep, she still wouldn't let go.
This left their fingers still intertwined, so Silan had no choice but to sit down on the edge of the bed.
The Spells left by Slytherin has been translated, and he originally wanted to hurry up and find the Basilisk to ask for more details about the Spells.
But now it seems impossible.
Silan looked at Hermione's tightly closed eyes and tense little face, and felt a little guilty.
Translating Ancient Runes wasn't originally Hermione's job, but she's been working herself to the bone these past few days to help me.
I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for a while.
Hermione's face calmed down, and her breathing became long and even.
She's probably asleep.
Silan got up from the bed, bent down and gently kissed Hermione's hand.
Goodnight, Hermione.
Silan pulled her hand away from Hermione's and quietly walked out.
As soon as the door to the inner room closed, Hermione, who had been sleeping soundly without moving, suddenly withdrew her hand and rolled over to wrap herself in the blanket.
Hermione, who had sealed herself in the blanket, seemed a little shy and snuggled inside.
The blanket writhed with her movements, making some incomprehensible whimpering sounds.
Silan returned to her desk, picked up the Parchment containing the Spells, and frowned as she looked at it.
In addition to the incantation, the incantation details are also recorded on it.
"Soul Resonance."
"When casting Spells, one must relax the mind, allowing the soul to feel as if it has detached from the body. The wand should be used lightly and swiftly, drawing a continuous arc in the air..."
After memorizing all the details recorded above, Silan used Fire-Making Charm to burn the Parchment and stepped into the Suitcase.
The Basilisk was housed by Norbert in a cave near his lair.
No one except Silan is allowed to enter, and the Basilisk is not allowed to leave.
"Oh, my great master!"
Upon seeing Silan, the Basilisk immediately fawned over him, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Norbert, who accompanied Silan, saw the Basilisk in this state, and a human-like look of disdain appeared on the huge dragon's face.
"What a spineless coward!"
"I have a few more questions for you regarding the Spells of the Chamber of Secrets," Silan said, getting straight to the point without mincing words.
"Of course! Of course!"
The Basilisk lay prostrate at Silan's feet, nodding repeatedly.
"Please speak freely, my great master, I will certainly not hold back."
... Divider Line...
The male and female leads are too young; I'm afraid Shen He might ruin the story by giving me a few pointers. So, I'll keep it brief and to the point. Their relationship will develop further in their later years. I'll wait patiently for things to blossom, friends.