Besides its use in alchemy, the Fiendfyre is also a very powerful offensive form of Dark Magic.
However, this Spells is outside the normal teaching system, so Silan can only learn through other means.
Upon hearing Silan's words, Nicolas Flamel hesitated for a moment, his withered and almost transparent fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a "tap-tap" sound.
"To be honest, child, the Alchemical Fire, or rather the Fiendfyre, is extremely difficult to control," Nicolas Flamel said softly. "Once this ferocious flame is unleashed, it carries the instinct to devour life."
"In my lifetime, I have witnessed wizards playing with fire and burning themselves more than once."
"Even among those who studied Alchemy in my time, quite a few died in the Fiendfyre."
Nicolas Flamel blinked and looked at Silan, saying, "In my opinion, you don't need to take this risk at all; you can simply focus on mastering the Dragonfire."
"Dragonfire is more than enough for your current stage."
Silan shook his head resolutely, saying, "A calm sea cannot produce an excellent sailor. I think no Alchemy master has ever had a smooth journey, right? If one is afraid of Fiendfyre, how can one reach the highest realm of Alchemy?"
Nicolas Flamel remained silent for a moment, looking helpless.
He admitted with some emotion, "You're right, child."
"Alchemy's inspiration is always accompanied by fire, explosions, and death..."
"Without the courage to face danger, one cannot reach the pinnacle of Alchemy."
Hearing that his tone was softening, Silan pressed her advantage and quickly asked, "So you've agreed?"
"No..." Nicolas Flamel shook his head.
"You seemed to agree just now..." Silan leaned back in her chair, somewhat helplessly.
Nicolas Flamel sighed and said slowly, "In any case, this is a very dangerous matter."
"You have great talent; it would be such a pity if it were to be cut short halfway through."
After saying that, Nicolas Flamel pulled out a palm-sized stone from somewhere and placed it on the table.
Silan's gaze fell on the stone, and he was somewhat surprised.
This is a piece of extremely high quality Moonshadow Stone.
If used for smelting, it can yield extremely good magical materials, which can be used to create highly sophisticated alchemical items.
"However..." Nicolas Flamel said leisurely, "If you can successfully melt this Moonshadow Stone with Dragonfire, even if it's just a rough initial melting, it will prove that your control over fire is up to standard."
"I'll teach you the Fiendfyre then."
At this point, Nicolas Flamel glanced at the Fire-Control Potion on the table and added with a smile.
"Of course, you can use it in conjunction with Fire-Control Potion."
Perhaps fearing it would upset Silan, Nicolas Flamel gently comforted him, "To be honest, child, you don't need to be in such a hurry."
You're still young, you have plenty of opportunities.
Silan nodded silently and put the Moonshadow Stone away from the table.
"By the way, at what age did you learn the Fiendfyre?" Silan asked.
"I?"
Nicolas Flamel paused, pondered for a moment, then frowned and said, "It should be 8 years old, right?"
"Eight years old?" Silan asked in surprise. "At such a young age, aren't you afraid that the Fiendfyre will go out of control?"
"After I learned the Fiendfyre, I was able to control it at will the first time I used it," Nicolas Flamel said with a smile.
Ugh, I hate you bunch of genius freaks!
Silan felt awkward and inwardly curled his lip.
He learned the Fiendfyre at age 8, and was able to control it at will the first time he used it?
Is this the true value of the strongest Alchemy currently existing in the Wizarding World?!
This is absolutely outrageous!
"Alright, go and rest." Nicolas Flamel waved to him. "I'm going to listen to the new record you sent."
"Please follow me, Mr. Prewett."
Books, who had been serving by his side, stepped forward at the opportune moment.
Silan rose, bowed, and followed Books to the guest room upstairs.
"I've already cleaned the room," Books, opening the door. "It's the same room as before."
"I think you're more familiar with this room and might sleep better," Books said as he walked over.
"Thank you for your trouble." Silan nodded.
You're too kind.
Books helped Silan put his luggage away, bowed slightly to him, and stepped back outside the door, saying respectfully, "Just call me if you need anything, I'm always here."
After Books left, Silan tidied up her luggage and lay down on the bed to rest.
"To learn Fiendfyre, I need to improve my control over fire first..." Silan thought silently with her eyes closed. "That's good, I also need to grind experience for [Wizard's Eye] and [Spell Inspiration] during this time."
After briefly planning what to do next, Silan got up and sat down at her desk to write a letter to Hermione, as usual.
After finishing writing, he sealed it with sealing wax and Silan called Melba.
Strangely, this time Melba was accompanied by a slightly smaller owl.
Judging by its fur color, it's almost identical.
Silan looked at the small owl and asked curiously, "Who is this?"
Before the holiday, he knew that Melba had brought an owl into his Suitcase.
At first, Silan thought that Melba couldn't stand being alone and had brought his old flame over.
But now it seems that's not the case.
"Oh, my great master." Melba folded his wings and puffed out his chest. "Please let your faithful Messenger, your devout servant, introduce you to this. This is my son."
At this point, Melba winked at his son.
"That's right, great master!"
Melba's son folded his wings, puffed out his chest, and said, "I am always ready to accept your test and offer you my loyalty!"
Silan couldn't help but twitch her lips.
What is all this nonsense...?
Melba continued, "This child is exceptionally capable; he's perfectly capable of taking over my message-delivering duties."
Okay, okay.
Your map of the Yan Kingdom is quite long.
Silan was somewhat speechless.
To avoid her mission to deliver a message, she actually had a child?
"It seems Melba has been secretly working hard in places I don't know about," Silan thought helplessly.
Speaking of this, Melba has a lot of bitter tears to shed.
Last summer, it was constantly traveling between France and the England, delivering international mail.
The worst part is that we also have to fly across the English Channel.
When the weather is good, it's fine, but if there's a storm at sea, there's nowhere to take shelter.
Melba was so exhausted that she developed psychological trauma.
Upon returning to Hogwarts, Melba immediately began frantically taking Owl Supplement and working overtime to carry out the breeding mission.
Thanks to the efforts of the breeding champion Melba, it finally hatched its first offspring, which matured just before summer vacation.
This brought Melba to tears of joy.
Finally, there's a hawk to carry on the legacy!
Now I can be lazy!
"Please rest assured, Master!"
Melba's gaze was resolute, his head held high and chest puffed out. "From now on, I'll train it and make sure it becomes the best Messenger!"
Silan nodded helplessly, "Okay then."
"There's one more thing, and I hope Master will grant my request." Melba suddenly became hesitant.
"Speak," Silan said succinctly.
"It's just... this child doesn't have a name yet," Melba said earnestly. "I would like to ask the master to name it."
"After all, it is your Messenger and your devout servant."
When the word "devout" was mentioned, Melba's eyes widened and he showed a devout expression.
If she hadn't known what this old fox was really thinking, Silan would have actually believed him.
However, Silan did not refuse.
After thinking for a moment, Silan said, "Although it's not quite the right name, let's call him Gerzan."
"Thank you, my great master!" Gerzan his head to Silan. "From now on, I will be called Gerzan."
"Very good, very energetic!"
Melba nodded in satisfaction and directed Gerzan to pick up the envelope from the table.
"Let's go, Gerzan, I'll lead you on your first delivery mission."
"Once you're familiar with the route, you'll be able to handle things on your own."
"Understood, Father!"
Watching the two owls, one large and one small, fly away, Silan shook her head helplessly.
Holding the stone Nicolas Flamel had given him, Silan stepped into the Suitcase.