Haven't Toyed with Old Tom in a Long Time...

Books pushed open the door and found Silan already dressed and sitting at her desk writing.

They had obviously been up for a while.

After placing his coffee on the desk, Books hesitated for a moment before advising, "Mr. Prewett, you should rest a bit more."

"A young wizard like you should get plenty of sleep."

Silan put the quill back in the ink bottle and took a sip of her coffee.

"Don't worry, Books, I've had plenty of rest."

"Alright," Books sighed helplessly, "Please come downstairs for breakfast; I'll clean the room."

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

Silan, carrying her coffee, slowly walked downstairs.

The cool morning breeze blew in, ruffling the Parchment on the desk, and Books quickly reached out to hold it down.

He then realized that in just one morning, Silan had filled seven or eight Parchment with notes.

This suggests that Silan probably only slept for three or four hours.

"But he didn't look particularly tired..." Books thought to himself, somewhat puzzled, as he watched Silan's departing figure.

After pondering for a while without any clue, Books simply put the matter out of his mind.

If I can't figure it out, then I'll stop thinking about it.

I'm just a House-elf; let the wizards worry about their own affairs.

After breakfast, Nicolas Flamel began his formal lecture.

According to Nicolas Flamel's original plan, these things should have been taught to Silan when he became a formal disciple.

But he is becoming increasingly satisfied with Silan, and his appreciation for her talent is irrepressible, so he plans to teach her some basics ahead of time.

"We need to move to a different location before we officially begin."

Nicolas Flamel spoke, he tapped the table with his wand.

In an instant, the tables and chairs in the room slowly disappeared, and the four walls receded rapidly, replaced by an endless expanse of white.

Then, centered on Nicolas Flamel, a touch of green emerged from the white ground.

In the blink of an eye, the grass and flowers spread out endlessly, and the sky was covered with a blue cloth, with a few cotton candy-like white clouds hanging on it.

"Come and sit down, child."

Nicolas Flamel sat leisurely in a deckchair and beckoned to Silan.

Under Nicolas Flamel's arrangement, the space was bathed in perfect sunlight and a gentle breeze.

With the addition of a comfortable recliner, Silan couldn't help but wonder if she was about to attend a class or have afternoon tea.

Perhaps sensing Silan's confusion, Nicolas Flamel gave him a chuckle and wink.

"Since we're not at school anyway, we can be more casual."

"Please sit down."

Silan settled comfortably into the recliner, quietly awaiting Nicolas Flamel's next words.

But Nicolas Flamel seemed to be asleep, his eyes closed, and he remained silent.

After a moment's wait, Nicolas Flamel slowly spoke, "Starting today, I will explain five Alchemical Runes to you every two days. These Ancient Runes basically cover what you need to make the Suitcase."

At this point, Nicolas Flamel gave Silan a long look.

"As long as you master these techniques and use the materials after preliminary smelting, making Suitcase is not difficult."

Did they leak the exam questions to me in advance?

Silan suddenly had a strange feeling; it seemed as if Nicolas Flamel was afraid he wouldn't be able to make the Suitcase.

Nicolas Flamel waved his wand, conjuring a peculiar symbol in the air.

"Alchemical Runes each have their uses. For example, this..." Nicolas Flamel pointed to the Ancient Runes in the air, "Its meaning is [transmission], and its specific function is to transmit magical energy to a specific location at a stable frequency."

"You can also think of it as Muggle's electrical wire; the current is magic, and this Ancient Runes is used to transmit magic."

"If you're going to create complex alchemical items, this Ancient Runes is indispensable."

As Nicolas Flamel explained, the Ancient Runes in the air changed shape, and multiple Ancient Runes of the same kind were connected into a line, which, from a distance, really did look like an electric wire.

"Try to infuse it with magic," Nicolas Flamel said.

Silan nodded, flicked his wand, and infused a little magic into one end of the Ancient Runes.

His magic, once it entered the Ancient Runes, turned into a clear green color and flowed rapidly within Ancient Runes like liquid.

"Can you understand how it works?" Nicolas Flamel asked, turning his head.

Silan nodded, pondering, "In practical use, this Ancient Runes should be able to control the flow of magic power, right?"

"You guessed correctly." Nicolas Flamel nodded in satisfaction. "In practical applications, this Ancient Runes can also control the flow of magic power according to your needs, but this requires combining it with other Ancient Runes."

Nicolas Flamel continued, "This Ancient Runes is very basic; it can be found in almost all complex alchemical items."

"It is often used in conjunction with Ancient Runes such as [Connect], [Coordination], and [Burst] to ensure that the functions of alchemical items can be reliably activated."

After Nicolas Flamel finished explaining the basic usage of Ancient Runes, he let Silan begin practicing.

I've seen this Ancient Runes Silan many times before when I was researching Suitcase, so it's not unfamiliar to me.

With just a slight wave of her wand, Silan conjured the magic rune in mid-air.

"Very good." Nicolas Flamel nodded in satisfaction. "Let's move on to the next one."

The explanation and demonstration of the five Ancient Runes took about two hours.

"Alright, that's enough for today."

Nicolas Flamel waved wearily, and the space used for lecturing vanished instantly. The four walls slowly closed in, and the furniture returned to its original state.

The aging of his soul had diminished Nicolas Flamel's energy considerably, and the two-hour intensive lecture left him slightly exhausted.

"Take your time to digest this knowledge; don't rush to apply it. Just remember its functions for now."

Nicolas Flamel advised, "You can gradually familiarize yourself with it as you conduct your alchemical experiments."

As he spoke, Nicolas Flamel took small, quick steps, rubbed his lower back, and half-reclined on the sofa.

"Master Nicolas Flamel, you should get some rest."

Still having energy, Silan returned upstairs and continued practicing controlling the Dragon-Phoenix Twin Flames.

Books brought Nicolas Flamel a cup of coffee and carefully massaged him.

"Is Silan settling in well here?"

Nicolas Flamel closed his eyes, enjoying the massage as he asked.

"He should be getting used to it," Books said cautiously, "It's just... Mr. Prewett stays up quite late."

"He probably only slept for about 3 hours last night. You'd better try to persuade him."

Nicolas Flamel glanced upstairs with some surprise.

Did you only sleep for 3 hours?

But during class today, he not only didn't look tired, he was actually quite energetic.

This extraordinary energy is a rare and precious talent.

"Oh? What's he busy with?" Nicolas Flamel asked curiously.

"They're probably learning Ancient Runes."

Nicolas Flamel lay comfortably on the sofa, thinking that this was a good thing.

If Silan focuses his attention on learning Ancient Runes, he won't be thinking about learning Fiendfyre anymore.

This way, I can postpone teaching Fiendfyre until next year, reducing the risk of Fiendfyre getting out of control.

Such a promising talent cannot be wasted.

Silan practiced fire control for a while, then prepared to take a break and clear her head.

So he summoned the Basilisk and entered the Soul Space.

"It's been a long time since I've teased Old Tom..."