"Because of the Basilisk," Silan said.
"I've always thought that the Basilisk's eyes could kill people and even harm ghosts."
Silan paused, then continued, "Is it because its eyes directly affect the soul?"
"I was thinking, if there were Potions that could enhance soul power, perhaps it could protect against the Basilisk's eyes."
[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +1]
The Basilisk poses no threat to Silan now, but he cannot directly reveal the information that Slytherin left behind Soul Library.
Snape frowned, staring intently at Silan with a scrutinizing gaze.
He knew the Basilisk was not dead.
After all, it was he who provided the Basilisk's ashes back then.
Snape thought to himself, somewhat angrily, "What on earth is Dumbledore doing?"
"Did they really give such a dangerous creature as the Basilisk to Prewett?"
After a moment of silence, Snape spoke slowly, his voice cold and stern. "I advise you not to pry into things you cannot control."
"These things often harbor deadly dangers."
"I will be careful, Professor." Silan nodded obediently.
But Snape could tell at a glance that he hadn't listened.
This left him feeling both helpless and troubled, yet also somewhat relieved.
True Slytherin always possess a certain degree of fanaticism.
Snape was the same in this respect.
That's why, even though Snape didn't know what Silan was planning, he could understand.
"Just as I said, the soul is an extremely complex realm that no one can fully understand."
"In the realm of Spells, those involving the Soul Domain are represented by the Three Unforgivable Curses."
"These are all very dangerous things."
Upon hearing this, Silan couldn't help but shake her head.
It seems we'll have to return empty-handed.
Or perhaps we should make some other preparations? At the very least, we should get the rooster ready.
Or perhaps I could stun the Basilisk when entering the Soul Library; I wonder if that would affect the Soul Resonance effect...
Just as Silan was thinking this, she suddenly heard Snape speak again.
"Although I don't know what you're trying to do, it's not like there's no way to solve this problem."
Hearing this, Silan was shocked, feeling as if the situation had taken a dramatic turn for the better.
"What method?" he asked.
"If you just want to increase security, other Potions can achieve the same result."
After speaking quietly, Snape opened a small drawer on his desk, bent down, and took out a small water bottle from the innermost part.
The bottle is very small, shaped like a water droplet.
The potion inside, like flowing gold dust, refracted a mesmerizing, dazzling light through the small lamp on Snape's desk.
Unfortunately, only a small portion remains.
Snape pinched the small bottle between two fingers and gave it a gentle shake. The potion inside seemed to transform into countless tiny goldfish swimming around inside.
"Do you know what this is?" Snape asked.
Silan stared intently at the small bottle and uttered three words softly.
"Felix Felicis."
This Potions is truly representative.
Although he had never done it, he had long heard of his reputation.
Snape nodded in satisfaction. "Snape Felix Felicis is also known as the Liquid Luck."
"It's very complicated to make, often taking up to six months."
"But just one spoonful can bring you good luck."
Snape looked at Silan, his eyes gleaming, and said, "After drinking Felix Felicis, you'll find yourself succeeding at everything you do."
"While it cannot directly enhance your soul power, it will make things go more smoothly for you."
At this point, Snape paused, then said meaningfully, "Of course, it will also save your life."
"Here you go."
With a wave of his hand, Snape sent the half-full bottle of Felix Felicis flying straight toward Silan and landing in his hand.
"Professor, isn't this... a bit too expensive?"
Silan had only asked about Potions to try his luck, never expecting Snape to give him half a bottle of Felix Felicis.
This made even the usually voracious Silan feel a little ashamed.
The dean gave us way too much.
The production of Felix Felicis was extremely complex, and the consequences of any mistake would be unimaginable.
In addition, it requires a large amount of precious ingredients and takes up to half a year to cook, but the yield of one pot is very small.
That's why there are very few people in the entire England Wizarding World who can brew it.
Just a tiny spoonful can bring good luck. Although this effect has nothing to do with the soul, it does achieve Silan's purpose to some extent.
Enough luck can prevent injury, death, or loss.
"This is nothing to me," Snape waved his hand impatiently. "It's your reward for helping me today."
Silan didn't refuse again, and mimicking Snape, he held the small bottle between two fingers and squinted at it.
The golden liquid swirled and flowed within the clear Crystal, displaying a mesmerizing color.
Why are you still here?
Snape gestured towards the office door with his eyes, signaling for people to leave.
"Thank you, Professor."
Without another word, Silan stood up from her chair, sincerely thanked him, and turned to leave the office.
From now on, let's share some of the profits from Potions sold under Snape's name with the Dean.
Silan thought to himself.
Snape leaned back in his chair as he watched Silan leave the office.
Recalling Madam Pomfrey's comment about how much he resembled Prewett, Snape couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and let out a soft chuckle.
It seems this is something everyone can see!
Prewett is just like me!
Late at night.
There was a rapid knocking on the door of Walton McNeil's residence.
"Open the door!"
"Walton McNeil! Open the door!"
Walton was startled awake by the sudden knocking and rolled out of bed, grumbling.
"Who is it? In the middle of the night!"
"Damn it!"
"You'd better have something to do! Otherwise..."
Walton gripped his wand tightly, cursing as he walked to the door and flung it open.
The first thing that catches the eye is a man's back view.
He wore a black hat, and his suit, though somewhat worn, was very neat.
As Walton shifted his gaze, he noticed several other people standing beside the man, who appeared to be hiding wands in their sleeves.
This method of concealing the magic wand is quite unique.
"Auror?!"
Walton immediately knew the answer.
He took a step back in alarm, trying to close the door.
Unfortunately, the man in front of them had already turned around and blocked the door with his hand.
The door suddenly stopped moving.
Only then did Walton realize who the person was.
"Weasley!"
"What are you trying to do?!"
Arthur Weasley didn't even look at him, and slammed a document onto the door.
With a wave of his hand, an Auror nearby immediately took the lantern.
The light illuminated Walton's angry eyes, Arthur Weasley Weasley's calm face, and the document slammed on the door.
"Good evening, Mr. McNeil," Arthur Weasley said with a smile, leaning against the door.