As soon as Silan finished speaking, a white dot suddenly appeared in the chaotic, dark sky.
That glimmer of light appeared without warning, like a white flower falling into pitch-black ink.
At this moment, the world seemed to be upside down, and the originally dark sky was rippled with waves.
A white light emerged, like ocean waves.
In the blink of an eye, light pierced through the chaos, illuminating the entire Soul Space with crystal clarity from the pitch-black sky.
The sudden appearance of white light made Tom extremely uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but squint.
He looked up at the sky in disbelief.
The once pitch-black night had vanished, and the mysterious, serene green aurora borealis was gone, replaced by a soft, translucent white light.
Tom abruptly pulled her gaze down from the sky and fixed it on Silan.
Even after a long time, he still couldn't believe it.
"Just a casual gesture, yet it can completely transform the entire Soul Space?"
It's important to understand that the Soul Space was created by Slytherin, and even its successors would find it extremely difficult to control or alter it.
But now, Prewett accomplished it with just a single sentence.
"Just how much control has he achieved over the Soul Space?" Tom felt his heart tremble and cold sweat break out.
If I don't hurry, I'm afraid Prewett will take control of the Soul Space first.
Silan looked up at the sky and frowned slightly in displeasure.
"My understanding of the Soul Space is still insufficient; otherwise, I could have gotten a more natural-looking skin..."
"At least give us some blue sky and white clouds. This bare ground looks really ugly."
Looking at the somewhat monotonous, soft white light in the sky, Silan felt a little awkward.
"How did you do that?" Tom couldn't help but ask.
"As seen from the pillar."
"Real?"
"Real."
This time, Silan spoke the absolute truth, the most truthful of all.
Silver Tongue, there was no response.
Tom looked up at the sky, then back at the pillars in front of the library Entrance Hall, lost in thought.
"Was my previous thinking wrong?"
"Is Prewett right?"
"We should strengthen our awareness of the Soul Space, gradually intervene in it, exert influence over it, and increase our control."
Tom, lost in thought and muttering to himself, didn't even notice that Silan had already left.
Tom walked to the pillar, closed his eyes solemnly, reached out and touched the pillar, letting his soul completely empty and feeling the flow of magic within it.
After walking around a few times, Tom opened his eyes.
His strongest feeling right now is that he feels nothing at all.
"Wait a minute... could I have done something wrong?" Tom muttered to himself. "Right! Prewett didn't touch the pillar just now."
Recalling Silan's actions, Tom imitated them while staring intently at the pillar.
"If he can do it, so can I."
"I refuse to believe it!"
Tom made up his mind and decided that he would not rest until he figured out the trick.
Living room.
Nicolas Flamel lay comfortably on the sofa, while elegant and lively operatic music floated from the gramophone.
He closed his eyes, his withered fingers swaying gently to the melody, looking quite content.
In the midst of a peaceful atmosphere, Nicolas Flamel suddenly felt an ancient and profound spiritual power explode nearby.
In just a moment, it vanished without a trace.
Nicolas Flamel suddenly opened his eyes, his fingers frozen in mid-air, and looked around with a grave expression.
"What's wrong, Master?" Books asked curiously.
"Books, go outside and see if anyone's passing by."
After giving a hurried instruction, Nicolas Flamel quickly stood up from the sofa and went upstairs.
Books glanced worriedly at Nicolas Flamel as he walked toward the door.
This was the first time in all these years that he had seen his master so flustered.
Nicolas Flamel could clearly feel his aging heart pounding, the sound almost louder than his own footsteps.
He stepped over two flights of stairs and went upstairs.
"Could it be that some wizard has broken in?"
"This level of soul power shouldn't exist in this era..."
The soul is a mysterious and ethereal realm. Throughout the entire Wizarding World, wizards who can even touch this realm are extremely rare, let alone achieve anything significant in it.
The sudden surge of spiritual power he had just experienced was, in Nicolas Flamel's perception, far beyond what was possible in his time.
It was an ethereal, mysterious, and powerful soul force, even older than his own life.
This stirred his heart, which had been dormant for hundreds of years, like a pot of boiling water.
Rushing upstairs, Nicolas Flamel abruptly pushed open Silan's door.
"What's wrong, Master Nicolas Flamel?" Silan, holding a letter, looked strangely at the panting Nicolas Flamel.
"You..." Nicolas Flamel gasped, "Has anyone come in just now?"
He was convinced that some old wizard had broken in.
It might even be an ancient monster who has lived even longer than him.
"No." Silan shook her head blankly, waving the letter in her hand. "Only an owl came in."
Or is it just my imagination?
Nicolas Flamel fell silent, staring intently at the unfamiliar owl, secretly examining it, but he couldn't detect even a trace of its spiritual power.
"What happened, Master Nicolas Flamel?" Silan asked.
"It's nothing," Nicolas Flamel shook his head. "It's probably just my imagination."
Despite saying this, Nicolas Flamel still had some doubts.
The feeling I just experienced was brief but intense; I shouldn't have been mistaken.
But there really wasn't a trace here.
Only Silan is here...
But that ancient and heavy spiritual power couldn't possibly have been released by this child, could it?
He's only a teenager!
Nicolas Flamel gave Silan a long look, closed the door, and slowly walked downstairs.
Just then, Books returned.
"How is it?" Nicolas Flamel asked.
"An old wizard passed by," Books replied. "Other than that, nothing unusual happened."
"Where did he go?" Nicolas Flamel pressed.
Books shook his head. "He used Apparate; we can't track him down to his destination."
Nicolas Flamel nodded, frowning thoughtfully, and said, "The Wizarding World is not at peace..."
With this in mind, Nicolas Flamel made up his mind to craft more alchemical tools to renovate his house.
The interior needs stronger defenses, and the exterior needs more offensive alchemical tools.
"Books, prepare some Alchemical Materials for me," Nicolas Flamel instructed.
"Yes, Master."
Books was somewhat surprised.
As far as he knew, his master hadn't asked him to prepare Alchemical Materials with such seriousness for many years.
"What exactly happened?" Books, puzzled.
Seeing Nicolas Flamel's departing figure, Silan breathed a sigh of relief.
"I didn't expect Master Nicolas Flamel to be so perceptive..."
He never expected that his actions in the Soul Space would be detected.
Luckily, we were separated by our Suitcase, and the time was short, otherwise it would have been quite troublesome.
He didn't want the matter of the Soul Space to be exposed.
Shaking her head, Silan began to open the letter.
This was sent by Arthur Weasley from Egypt.