On the way to Paris, France, Silan brought up her dictionary panel.
His gaze fell on the entries for [Spell Inspiration] and [Wizard's Eye].
[Wizard's Eye: Level 1 (92/100)]
[Effect: Your eyes can clearly see the flow of magic.]
[Spell Inspiration: Level 2 (181/200)]
[Effect 1: It makes it easier to generate inspiration while learning Spells, accelerating the learning process.]
[Effect 2: Increases Spells casting speed by 15%.]
"Looks like I can use this time to work harder and gain more experience," Silan thought to herself as she closed the panel.
A year later, when Silan returned to the old stone house on Montmorency Street, she found that nothing had changed.
Time seemed to stand still.
Silan straightened her clothes and checked that the gift she had prepared was fine before knocking on the door.
"Here it is, please wait a moment."
A faint sound came out.
The door opened, but there was no one Silan; only a surprised voice came from below.
"Oh! Mr. Prewett, you've arrived!"
The short-statured Books opened the door and stood respectfully to the side.
Books dared not neglect this young man who might become his master's disciple.
If he passes the test and truly becomes the master's disciple, he will most likely inherit everything from the master.
That includes myself, of course.
Silan lowered her head, and finally, Books' figure came into view.
To be honest, House-elf are about the same height as Dwarf.
If buses were charged based on foot distance, Books estimates he would have to pay double.
Because the normal journey is twice the distance for them.
Of course, that's a joke.
After all House-elf possess magic.
"Please come in, sir," Books greeted.
Thank you.
Silan thanked him, went inside, and took a small top hat from the Mokeskin Pouch, handing it to Books.
"This is for you."
Books stared wide-eyed in surprise at the exquisite little hat.
"Thank you, sir. But... why...?"
As a wizard, a wizard from one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, and even a wizard who was highly likely to become Nicolas Flamel's disciple, Silan was an unattainable figure in the eyes of Books, House-elf.
But Silan actually gave him a gift.
Books stammered, his hands trembling as he hesitated to extend them, his eyes filled with both confusion and expectation.
"I mean no offense, Books," Silan said with a smile. "You know I'm staying here for a few days."
"So I might need your help taking care of me from now on. For this, I would like to express my gratitude."
"Sir, it's what I should do..." Books stammered.
Before Silan could speak, a cheerful voice suddenly came from the stairs inside the house.
"Just accept it, Books."
Nicolas Flamel, with a smile on his face, took small, quick steps down the stairs.
Welcome, Silan.
Silan handed the top hat to Books and greeted Nicolas Flamel.
"Hello, Master Nicolas Flamel. It's been a long time."
"Come and sit down," Nicolas Flamel said with a smile and a nod.
Silan sat down with Nicolas Flamel on the living room sofa and casually took out the gift she had prepared beforehand.
"And yours, Master Nicolas Flamel."
"This is an album featuring performances by renowned Europe opera singers. I hope you enjoy it."
When Silan visited last year, he noticed that Nicolas Flamel had a phonograph, so this time he specifically bought a record.
Neither gift was expensive, but he had clearly put some thought into them.
That's how you make a lot of friends.
Nicolas Flamel accepted the record with great satisfaction.
This gift was just what he wanted.
The two sat down and chatted for a few moments. Nicolas Flamel asked about Hogwarts and couldn't help but exclaim, "I never imagined that Slytherin really left behind a Chamber of Secrets, and even hid a Basilisk in it!"
"By that calculation, this Basilisk is older than me," Nicolas Flamel said with great interest.
Looking across the entire Wizarding World, perhaps only some ancient buildings can rival him in age.
"However..." Nicolas Flamel suddenly changed the subject, frowning thoughtfully, "Why did Slytherin leave this Basilisk?"
"Purify the school? But over the years, the Basilisk has only taken one life..."
"This doesn't add up. Maybe there's another purpose behind it?"
Hearing Nicolas Flamel about to expose the whole affair in just a few words, Silan, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
Fortunately, Books brought them some Black Tea at that moment.
Taking this opportunity, Silan steered the conversation back to Alchemy.
Speaking of Alchemy, Nicolas Flamel's eyes lit up. "Judging from the crystal core you sent me last time, although it was a bit rough, it already had the beginnings of smelting."
He asked curiously, "You can control Dragonfire now?"
"I can't achieve perfect control yet." Silan shook her head and placed a bottle of Fire-Control Potion on the table. "It can only be used with Potions, but it's not precise enough."
"Oh?"
Nicolas Flamel's eyes lit up, and he took the bottle of Fire-Control Potion in his hand with great interest, examining it carefully.
"There's actually such a method..."
He discovered that the Potions was of extremely high quality, clearly made by Potions Master.
"Did Professor Snape make this?" Nicolas Flamel asked.
He was getting old, his energy was waning, and he wasn't very interested in the affairs of the Wizarding World.
Even so, he still remembered Snape's name.
Regardless of public opinion, this young Potions Master is indeed an authority in his field of expertise.
Silan nodded. "That's right."
"Professor Snape made me a lot of Fire-Control Potion; if used only during smelting, they'll last a long time."
Nicolas Flamel gave Silan a long look, then smiled and nodded.
In his vague recollection, Professor Snape was not an easy person to get along with, and the potion was also quite expensive.
"Snape actually went to so much trouble for this kid?" Nicolas Flamel thought to himself, looking at Silan with a meaningful gaze.
This kid is really something else.
"If it's him, maybe he really can pass his test..."
Just as Nicolas Flamel was deep in thought, Silan suddenly spoke up, "Master Nicolas Flamel, I have a request."
Nicolas Flamel withdrew his gaze and took a small sip of his steaming Black Tea.
"Tell me about it."
"Please teach me the Fiendfyre," Silan said.