After saying that, Silan ignored him and walked into the Soul Library, closing the door behind her.
Apart from glass cabinets and books, there was practically nothing else in the hall except for the giant snake on the flag that was slowly writhing.
Silan's gaze swept across the hall, finally settling on the enormous Slytherin banner.
Felix Felicis reminded him, "You can ask the flag a question."
Looking up at the giant snake on the flag, Silan slowly approached it and tentatively spoke.
"Hello."
On the enormous green banner, a giant serpent embroidered with silver thread opened its eyes and slowly swam, lowering its massive head and staring intently at Silan with its scarlet eyes.
"Answer. Welcome, Heir of Slytherin." A deep, hoarse voice rang out.
It can actually talk?
Silan stared at the giant snake with interest and spoke again.
"Who are you?"
"Answer, your servant."
"You, left behind by Slytherin?"
The answer is yes.
Are you a soul, or a magical creation?
"Answer. The soul."
After a series of questions and answers, Silan discovered that the giant snake's voice was deep and slow, and its thinking was simple, only providing the most basic information.
It's somewhat like a human-machine interface.
Silan glanced at the glass case and continued, "Besides these books, did Slytherin leave anything else behind?"
He asked that question just to try his luck.
What if Slytherin really did leave something else behind?
"The answer is yes," the giant snake said in a somber tone.
There really is one?!
Silan immediately perked up and asked, "What is it?"
"Answer: If you can learn these Soul Magic and pass the Slytherin test, you can enter the second floor."
The sound of the boulder remained muffled and slow.
As he spoke, the Slytherin banner suddenly became transparent, revealing a stone door hidden behind it.
Another test?
Is this never going to end?
Staring at the stone door, Silan frowned and asked, "What's on the second floor?"
"Answer: I don't know."
"What are the trials of Slytherin?" Silan asked, changing the subject.
"Answer: Extract a person's soul, use Soul Magic to reshape and reconstruct their soul and memories, and make them offer you eternal loyalty."
"Like the Imperius Curse?" Silan asked, frowning.
"Answer: No," the giant snake replied matter-of-factly.
Couldn't you just give me more information at once?
Silan muttered to herself, then pressed on, "What's the difference?"
"Answer. The soul you have transformed will be loyal to you from the bottom of its heart, and will regard you as the god of creation and the master of souls. It will never disobey your commands until the end of its life, until the dissipation of its soul." The giant serpent spoke a few more words than usual.
Silan fell silent.
This problem seems simple, but it's actually not simple at all.
Leaving aside the fact that preserving and extracting a person's soul is an enormous challenge, attempting to micromanipulate and modify it is even more of a pipe dream.
"Did Slytherin do it themselves?" Silan asked impatiently.
"Answer. Just one step away."
Silan rubbed her temples, feeling a bit of a headache.
Surprisingly, even Slytherin couldn't do it.
Are you leaving the problems to future generations?
Being called an heir just means you have to find someone else to work for you after you die, right?
Shaking her head, Silan brushed aside these minor complaints and continued, "Which of these books do you recommend starting with?"
"Answer: <A Brief Discussion on the Essence of the Soul>, the first book on the left."
Silan nodded readily and followed the giant snake's instructions to the glass case beside him.
Silan's fingers trembled almost imperceptibly; she was very excited.
Ancient Magic has always been known for its power, especially since it involves the Soul Domain, which has been rarely explored throughout history.
Now that Ancient Magic from the Soul Domain is right before our eyes, how can we not be excited?
But upon seeing the book title, Silan's expression instantly froze.
Written in Ancient Runes!
If you want to learn, you have to translate first!
Silan and Hermione put in a lot of effort to translate the Spells to enter the Soul Library.
Translating such a large book is a daunting task.
The most critical issue is that Silan is unwilling and dares not reveal this information, which means he has virtually no way to ask for help.
Undeterred, Silan turned to a page, and sure enough, the content was written in Ancient Runes, just like the cover.
"Could you translate this for me?" Silan asked the giant snake on the flag, as a last resort.
The answer is no.
Okay, sorry to bother you.
Silan hadn't held out much hope, but after receiving the answer, she read the book from cover to cover.
First, use [Photographic Memory] to memorize all the content. Then, try translating it after you've learned the Ancient Runes.
After glancing at the books in the glass cabinet, Silan sighed repeatedly.
This is probably a huge project.
Shaking her head, Silan walked out of the library.
Tom remained standing outside, his eyes fixed on the gate. When he saw Silan come out, he hurriedly went to greet her.
"How's it going? Any discoveries?"
"It's nothing," Silan shook her head, lying through her teeth. "Just a few books, written in Ancient Runes, which I can't understand now."
[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +1]
Ancient Runes?
You don't understand, but I do!
Tom felt a surge of urgency and offered, "I can translate it for you, don't be shy."
"That's really a good idea," Silan thought to herself.
Unfortunately, he couldn't possibly leak these things to Tom Riddle, otherwise he would have shot himself in the foot.
"It's a pity I can't bring these books out," Silan shook his head dismissively. "They disappeared as soon as they left the library."
[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +1]
"You can memorize them," Tom said eagerly, frowning. "Or copy them down, and I'll translate them for you."
"Thank you so much, Senior Tom."
"I really don't know what to say," Silan said with deep emotion. "You have a heart of gold, Winky brightly."
Seeing that Silan had been talking for a long time without returning to the magic book, Tom became a little impatient and steered the conversation back on track.
"Don't worry, as long as you can copy them down for me verbatim, I can translate them for you."
"As far as I know, the translation of this content must be accurate, otherwise the consequences could be severe."
Tom tried to coax and scare Silan into revealing the contents of the book.
With his abilities, he can master this knowledge very quickly once he learns it.
"Thank you so much," Silan said.
No need to thank me!
Tom thought anxiously to himself, "Just give it to me already!"
Although he was burning with anxiety inside, he couldn't show it and could only put on a gentle and calm expression.
In reality, his back molars were practically crushed.
Silan shook her head. "I appreciate your kindness, senior, but I'm really embarrassed to trouble you."
"I think I should learn some Ancient Runes first."
Tom was furious, but helpless, so he could only force a smile and say, "If you need help, I can help you. Back in Hogwarts, my Ancient Runes grades were always O."
"Thank you, senior."
Silan thanked him, took two steps down the mountain, then suddenly stopped and turned to look at Tom.
"Oh, right."
Tom was overjoyed. "You've changed your mind?"
"No, I was thinking that it's pitiful for you to be here all alone, unable to get into the library," Silan continued with a look of pity. "So I wanted to help you."
"Help me?" Tom was taken aback.
"Let me help my senior build a house."
After speaking, Silan waved his wand and turned a stone into a small wooden house.
The only problem is that the shape of this little wooden house is a bit odd.
An arched doorway with three walls and a simple roof makes it look somewhat like an enlarged doghouse.
Tom's name was thoughtfully engraved on the archway...
It looks more like a doghouse now.
Looking at the house, Tom felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing backwards to his brain.
That damn bastard!
Tom clenched his fists inwardly, roaring like a madman, and stared at Silan with a grim expression.
"You're welcome." Silan nodded to him, saying emotionally, "We're all from Slytherin House, we should help each other."
After saying that, Silan walked down the cliff and returned to the real world.
Tom looked at his doghouse, standing alone and disheveled on the cliff...
"Prewett! I'm going to kill you!"
A frantic voice echoed for a long time in the empty Soul Space...