Striving for the Special Contribution to the School Award

"How much do you know about the Spells left behind by Slytherin?" Silan asked.

The Basilisk pondered for a moment, then quickly replied, "That's Spells invented by Slytherin themselves."

Before leaving Hogwarts, Slytherin became engrossed in the study of magic in the Soul Domain and conducted many related experiments.

"To imprint my knowledge into my soul, Slytherin used a Spells called 'Soul Carving Knife'..."

At this point, the Basilisk writhed in pain, as if the agony from over a thousand years ago had broken through the boundaries of time and space and returned to it.

Even after so much time has passed, the Basilisk still feels immense pain when it recalls these events.

This Spells brought it excruciating pain, as if its soul were being cleaved by knives and axes.

Its voice trembled as it said, "Slytherin used this Spells to carve a library within my soul, leaving their knowledge inside."

"Then he invented the Spells 'Soul Resonance'."

"Once used in front of me, it will begin to tune the user's soul. Once a specific frequency is reached, the user can enter the library as a spiritual entity, or a soul clone."

Silan nodded silently, then suddenly asked, "Will it be dangerous to use this Spells to enter the library?"

At this point, Silan suddenly paused, squinting at the Basilisk, "For example... you could take this opportunity to kill my soul clone?"

Silan remained cautious about this matter.

He had no knowledge of magic in the Soul Domain, and if the Basilisk suddenly attacked after entering the library, it would be troublesome.

Even though it was just a soul clone, Silan was unwilling to take such a risk.

"No, absolutely not!"

The Basilisk screamed in terror, its enormous head bowing even lower.

"Master, great master, please believe me!"

"After your soul clone entered the library, I was unable to exert any influence on you."

"In fact, I will enter a state of hibernation once you enter the library; this was experimented with by Slytherin..."

Despite saying this, the Basilisk couldn't produce any evidence, so it could only cautiously observe the atmosphere around it with its forked tongue.

Silan neither confirmed nor denied this.

He remained skeptical of these words.

He needed to make some preparations before entering the Soul Library.

"You'd better tell the truth." Silan glanced at the Basilisk at his feet, "Otherwise..."

The snap of fingers and the electric current finished speaking for Silan.

"Hissing and roaring~ Master..."

The Basilisk writhed and howled on the ground, yet its cries stubbornly persisted.

"My master's torture is a test for me!"

"I am always ready to prove my loyalty!"

In the end, Silan even sensed a hint of excitement in the Basilisk's roar...

[Animal Bloodline: Proficiency +5]

Silan glanced at the proficiency panel that popped up and fell silent for a moment.

This Basilisk seems to be acting increasingly strangely.

If Silan wasn't entirely certain last time, this time the evidence is irrefutable.

This Basilisk really strange!

"Norbert, keep an eye on it."

Silan said a few words and turned to walk out of the Suitcase.

"Don't worry, Master."

Norbert stood at attention and nodded, watching Silan leave.

The Basilisk remained prostrate on the ground, dramatically bidding farewell to Silan.

"Great master, thank you for your grace."

Silan's pace quickened.

After stepping out of the Suitcase, Silan noticed that Hermione was still asleep, so she left her a note saying that she had to go out for a while and not to worry.

After leaving the Room of Requirement, Silan pondered.

"We should catch a few roosters and place them near the Basilisk when casting the Spells."

"Have Norbert keep an eye on things, and if the Basilisk shows any unusual behavior, release the rooster to kill Basilisk..."

After passing the corner and the stairs, Silan was about to head out of the castle when she suddenly heard two angry voices climbing up the stairs.

"I really want to know how Snape walks without making a sound." That was probably Ron's voice.

He said indignantly, "Is he really a bat?"

"Maybe." The voice was unmistakably Harry's.

His voice climbed up the stairs, one step at a time. "Maybe he's some kind of Animagus bat in disguise."

Ron's voice also climbed the stairs with a clattering sound, still filled with indignation.

"That's quite possible. I remember Werewolf can disguise themselves as humans... Oh, Silan! I've finally found you!"

Harry and Ron came up the stairs and were pleasantly surprised to see Silan, as if they had been looking for him.

"What's wrong?" Silan asked curiously.

They looked as if they had just been pulled out of Snape's saliva.

"Sigh!" Ron sighed. "We were so stupid, really."

"We only knew to avoid Snape's office, but we forgot that he would fly around like a bat."

Harry glanced back to make sure Snape wasn't there before whispering, "We were walking along just fine when he suddenly called us over and yelled at us, saying our Potions essays were like Troll boogers."

"Then he told us to come find you."

"What for?" Silan asked curiously.

Snape has been busy lately because of the Basilisk incident, and hasn't given him Potions alone for several weeks. It's rather strange that he's suddenly coming to see him now.

Ron shrugged. "We don't know what's going on either."

"He just told you to come to his office immediately, and he seemed quite anxious."

"Thank you." Silan nodded. "I'll go right away."

There's still some preparation needed for the Soul Library, so there's no rush.

Silan changed course and went to Snape's office instead.

Upon reaching the floor where Snape's office was located, Silan immediately noticed how much colder it was, and there were hardly any people around; the students were probably deliberately avoiding the area.

"Professor Snape, you wanted to see me?" Silan knocked on the door.

"Come in." Snape's voice was as cold as ever.

Upon entering the office, Silan saw Snape sitting in his chair, fiddling with the Silver Dagger she had given him earlier.

Seeing Silan enter, Snape expressionlessly put down his dagger and gestured for him to sit down.

He tapped the table, pondered for a moment, and then said, "You did a good job dealing with the Basilisk."

After saying that, Snape waved his hand, and five bottles of Fire-Control Potion appeared on the table in front of Silan.

"This is for you."

Snape stared at him, his voice slightly unsteady.

"Thank you, Professor." Silan accepted it readily without hesitation. "This is exactly what I need."

Getting a thank you from Snape is probably harder than knitting socks with Dumbledore's beard.

Fortunately, there are actual rewards.

Five bottles of Fire-Control Potion, what a steal!

"Snort."

Snape smirked, gave a cold snort, and held his chin high. "This is a reward I'm giving you in the name of Slytherin Head of House."

He leaned back in his chair, relaxed, his tone carrying a hint of pleasure.

"Based on your performance, I will request Special Contribution to the School Award you from Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Of course, the House Cup will be ours too." Snape grinned.

Last year, Slytherin missed out on the House Cup because Dumbledore favored Potter.

But this year, Prewett shone brightly in the Great Hall and made a great contribution, which is obvious to all.

And Potter...

The fact that he's still alive is something he can be proud of.

Even Dumbledore had to admit that Slytherin deserved more credit.

Silan's achievements pleased Snape, but Potter's defeat pleased him even more.

"Special Contribution to the School Award?" Silan was somewhat surprised. "Professor, isn't this honor a bit too much for me?"

Silan remembered that Tom Riddle received the Special Contribution to the School Award when he was in fifth grade.

"You deserve it," Snape said dismissively.

As the two were talking, there was a knock on the door.