After a long while, Miss Granger finally snapped out of her reverie of the magnificent scenery and was startled to find Silan staring at her.
Hermione tugged at her sleeve, a little awkwardly asking, "What's wrong, Silan? Is there something on my face?"
"Aside from being a little pretty, there's nothing to be surprised about," Silan said with a smile and a shrug.
Hermione blushed, gave Silan a reproachful look, and moved closer to him. "Thank you, Silan, I really like this gift."
On a cold autumn night, riding a Unicorn up Low Hill to enjoy the scenery might seem a bit silly to those who lack romantic understanding.
But Hermione didn't think so.
Therefore, some things can only be done with lovers.
You ask what it means to be in love?
That would definitely be someone willing to escape with you in the middle of the night to watch the moon.
Silan moved closer to Hermione, smiling and shaking her head, saying, "This is just part of the gift."
"Any other gifts?" Hermione asked curiously.
Miss Granger's eyes swept over Silan twice, and she wondered with some curiosity, "But when did he prepare this?"
Turning her head to look at the Forest and the sky, Hermione thought, "Are they going to have Norbert fly over from the castle and shower us with flowers?"
But all around was quiet, and the sky was so clear it looked like it had been washed clean, without a single cloud in sight.
"Close your eyes first, you'll find out soon," Silan said.
Hermione obediently closed her eyes, only to hear Silan take two steps, and then something seemed to fall around them with a thud.
"You can open your eyes now," Silan said.
The moment Hermione opened her eyes, she saw Silan wave his wand and set the things placed around them on fire.
Points of light lit up one after another, and shooting stars flew upwards into the sky, trailing long tails.
Dozens of streams of light converged in the boundless night sky, collided, and exploded with a deafening roar, transforming into various enormous flowers in the air.
Hermione's gaze followed the stream of light, and after seeing the fireworks in the sky, she froze for a moment, then jumped up, grabbed Silan's arm, and shook it violently. "Fireworks! For me?!"
Hermione asked loudly, Silan nodded silently.
The stars in the sky seemed to be attracted by this grand feast, gathering together for the occasion, but none could compare to the vibrant and bright flowers.
Hermione had never seen such beautiful fireworks, and so many of them.
Fireworks continued to rise into the sky, like streaks of shooting stars converging and exploding in mid-air.
It seemed as if an invisible hand had woven the streams of light into bouquets and placed them in a flower basket in the night.
Bouquets woven from flowing light shifted their colors and shapes freely against the boundless night sky: vibrant red roses dotted with touches of gold, fiery golden sunflowers, and mistletoe entwined with white lace...
Those magnificent fireworks scattered into countless points of light in the sky, and as they fell, they transformed into tiny flowers.
The fallen flowers rolled and spread out, stretching all the way to the foot of the mountain.
Countless flowers fell softly, and the changing light illuminated the two figures together, their bodies enveloped in a delicate floral fragrance.
Hermione looked up at Silan, the night breeze on the mountain whispering in her ear, the sounds of fireworks shooting into the night sky echoing continuously, and the jumbled beating of her heart like muffled drumbeats...
The various sounds mingled together, making it impossible for Hermione to hear anything. She only saw Silan's lips move, as if he were shouting something.
Time slowed for a moment, and Hermione finally heard Silan's voice:
Happy birthday, Hermione!
This simple blessing struck Hermione's heart like a drumstick, making certain impulses within her uncontrollable.
Hermione rushed forward and hugged Silan tightly, shouting with all her might, "Thank you, Silan!"
The cathartic shout gave Hermione an outlet for her emotions, which poured out like a flood.
Her face flushed with excitement, but she still felt it wasn't enough. She hugged Silan tightly and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
The girl's shouts echoed the sounds of fireworks and the night wind, rippling outwards like waves. Hermione hugged Silan, jumping and skipping, her bright eyes reveling in the fireworks in the sky.
Hermione smiled brightly, while Silan blushed unusually.
"This can't be a polite kiss, can it..." Silan hugged Hermione tightly, touching her burning face with her other hand, and couldn't help but think to herself.
Besides his mother, only Hermione had ever kissed him.
The fireworks paused for a moment, then burst into full power all at once.
Streams of light burst forth from all directions, then converged into a single mass in the night sky, exploding high above the heavens.
Countless dazzling colors lit up the sky. Silan raised her wand, carefully controlling it, using these brilliant colors to spell out a sentence in the night:
Happy birthday, Hermione.
A radiant smile bloomed on Hermione's face. Her steps were as light as a deer's. After circling Silan twice, she hugged him again.
Overwhelmed by a surge of exhilarating joy, Hermione broke free from her inhibitions and shouted to Silan with a smile, "This is the best gift I've ever received!"
"Finally finished..." Snape pushed open the door to the workshop, rubbing his temples wearily.
He placed the large stack of Parchment he had brought on his desk, spreading it out sheet by sheet, his gaze following the parchment as it moved.
After mentally reviewing all the contents recorded on the Parchment, Snape nodded in satisfaction. "Everything went smoothly. This material is enough to write a paper on Potions."
Since Belby invented the Wolfsbane Potion, no one has been able to make such a successful improvement on it.
Snape was even more satisfied as he looked at Silan's detailed annotations on the Parchment.
Compared to the Improved Wolfsbane Potion, Snape was more pleasantly surprised by Silan's growth.
"I knew I hadn't misjudged him. Prewett is destined to become a Potions Master like me," Snape said with a smug smirk.
Improving a dose of Wolfsbane Potion could make him famous in academic circles. Training a Potions Master could make him renowned in the education field.
Prewett alone brought double the success!
Snape carefully gathered the Parchment from the table, locked it in the cabinet next to him, and then opened the office window.
A cool night breeze blew in, slightly dispelling Snape's fatigue.
In the distance, a few points of light suddenly appeared in the night sky, attracting Snape's attention.
He frowned as he looked at it. "Fireworks?"
Brilliant fireworks suddenly burst forth in the distant night sky, and the enormous flowers were clearly visible even from Hogwarts Castle.
"What on earth is Filch doing?! He doesn't even know the students are running around outside causing trouble!" Snape said angrily, about to turn around and look for Filch, but then suddenly stopped.
In the distance, countless dazzling colors suddenly lit up the night sky, slowly piecing together a line of words in the air.
"Happy Birthday... Hermione?" Snape stared at the words and read them out, one word at a time.
"Is today Miss Granger's birthday?" Snape was surprised; no wonder she had come to see Prewett.
Snape returned to the window and stood there. "Let's talk to Filch another time..."
George and Fred emerged from the Forbidden Forest arm in arm, carefully skirting Hagrid's Hut, and headed toward Hogwarts Castle.
The fireworks that suddenly lit up the night sky naturally attracted their attention.
"Hey, George," Fred patted George on the shoulder, "Look, aren't those the fireworks we left over?"
George also looked up at the night sky with surprise and nodded affirmatively; the two of them were very familiar with the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes Fireworks.
"It must be Silan! Well done!" Fred exclaimed, spreading his arms wide. "What a magnificent fireworks display!"
Lavender and Parvati carefully pushed open the bedroom door, but couldn't find Hermione. Just as they were wondering what was going on, they suddenly saw dazzling fireworks light up outside the window.
Those mottled, brilliant colors spelled out a birthday blessing in the air, along with Hermione's name.
The two of them leaned against the window, half-exposing themselves, watching in amazement at the colorful blessings displayed against the night sky, only snapping out of their daze when the fireworks faded.
"Looks like we don't need to worry about it." Lavender shrugged and bounced back onto his bed.
Parvati exclaimed repeatedly, seemingly reluctant to leave. "It's Prewett? Yes, it must be him. No wonder Hermione likes him so much, he's really amazing."
"Like it? I think our Miss Granger is completely smitten, isn't she?" Lavender lay down on the bed, but her voice bounced over.
"Don't even mention her. If it were me, I'd probably be moved to tears and confess my feelings right there on the spot," Parvati said with a grin.
"Do you think they have...?" Lavender lay on the bed, chuckling, and pointed with two fingers.
"Very likely." Parvati's eyebrows shot up, but after thinking for a moment, he shook his head. "If it were anyone else, they probably would have done it already, but those two... you know what kind of people they are."
"That's true." Lavender rolled onto the bed and nodded in agreement.
These two are probably so familiar with each other that the boundaries between them have become blurred.
Many actions that seem extraordinary to others are nothing unusual to them. This makes it harder for them to notice the unspoken understanding between them, let alone break through it.
The most anxious ones were actually Lavender and Parvati.
However, outsiders shouldn't interfere in such matters, and neither of them wanted to help Hermione clarify the situation in a forceful way.
The greatest pleasure comes from watching a naive, love-struck young girl explore on her own, carefully savoring the bittersweet emotions within them.
"If you ask me, those two will probably have to wait another two years." Lavender rolled over in bed and pulled the blanket over himself.
Parvati climbed onto the bed and swung her legs. "Not necessarily, maybe we'll have a chance in fourth grade. You forgot? There's Yule Ball."
"That's right, that's a cradle for lovers. Countless people confessed their feelings at that dance and ended up as couples." Lavender sat up abruptly, all sleepiness gone.
The two of them started discussing excitedly, neither of them able to sleep...
The next day.
Silan had just finished class when she received a message delivered by owl.
Judging from the sealing wax on the letter, it was sent by Pippin, the owner of Hogsmeade, which puzzled Silan.
"It's not time to deliver yet, what happened?"