Silan left Snape's office, not in a hurry to go back to rest; it was Full Moon Night, and he had other things to do.
Walking down the corridor, Silan found a huge, spacious stone window.
Because there was no glass installed, the moonlight shone in without any obstruction, falling on the ground and looking like a large block of ice.
It was extremely quiet all around.
A cool night breeze, accompanied by moonlight, wafted in through the huge stone windows, making a soft "whooshing" sound, ruffling Silan's robes and hair, and making him feel a chill.
"The weather is clear, the moonlight is bright, it couldn't be more perfect," Silan thought to herself, taking out a Mandrake leaf that she had prepared beforehand.
The first step in practicing Animagus is to put a Mandrake leaf into your mouth on the Full Moon Night.
This leaf must be kept in your mouth for a full month; you cannot swallow it or spit it out. It can only be removed on the Full Moon Night.
Because of Sirius's personal experience, Silan chose a newly sprouted leaf when selecting Mandrake leaves.
This leaf is the right size and has a moderate firmness; the veins are clearly visible on its thin surface.
Silan opened his hand, Mandrake leaf lay in his palm. After chanting a spell, the leaf slowly floated up.
The tender leaves of the Mandrake fluttered and danced under his control until the whole place was washed clean by the bright moonlight, and only then did Silan put it in his mouth.
Following Sirius's advice, Silan used the tip of her tongue to tuck the Mandrake leaf between her left teeth and the wall of her mouth.
Sirius was very proud when he shared this experience with Silan, saying with great enthusiasm, "Once you try it, you'll know how great this method is."
Looking at it now, it's indeed quite good.
The gap between the teeth and the oral cavity wall is extremely small. As long as you consciously use the other side when eating and drinking, there is almost no chance of accidental swallowing.
This greatly increases the success rate.
According to Sirius, "This is our exclusive secret; I don't tell just anyone."
To get used to speaking with a leaf in her mouth as soon as possible, Silan stood by the window and practiced in the moonlight.
He recited a passage from "Modern History of Magic":
"After 1899, Gellert Grindelwald fled England, began to oppose the law, and thus began his dark revolution. His activities continued until 1945."
"During this time, he assembled his own army and launched several highly destructive attacks in Europe, even drawing attention within the Muggle World. The risk of exposure to the Wizarding World increased dramatically. In response to Grindelwald's sabotage, an international manhunt was launched..."
Grindelwald was active from the late 19th to the early 20th century, so his deeds were naturally included in "Modern History of Magic".
When this part of history was mentioned, many young wizards who were dozing off in the history of History of Magic class perked up.
Although Professor Binns' monotone tone and expressionless face made this history seem dry, the students still managed to fill in the gaps in their own imaginations about that turbulent era.
That period is so recent that many of the wizards who made their mark on history are still alive.
The students had heard the stories from their ancestors countless times, so they had a sense of participation that transcended time and space, and were naturally more interested in this history.
After reciting this part of history, Silan still felt something was off in her mouth and felt very uncomfortable when she spoke.
But since we chose tender leaves, it won't have much of an impact; we just need to speak slowly.
Draco Malfoy became unusually diligent and hardworking after entering his Third Year.
Today, as usual, he went to an abandoned classroom to practice Spells, and it wasn't until late at night that he, Goyle, Crabbe headed to the Slytherin Common Room.
The three of them lined up in a row, heads down and backs bent, carefully scurrying along the wall like a line of little mice.
Goyle walked ahead, yawning incessantly, his eyelids drooping with sleep.
Crabbe, clutching his stomach at the back of the line, groaned, "We've been practicing so late, Malfoy, don't you feel tired?"
Malfoy, hiding in the middle, glanced around warily. Not spotting Filch, he lowered his voice and said smugly, "I'm a man destined for great things; this little bit of hardship is nothing..."
Just as Malfoy was about to announce his grand plans, he suddenly bumped into Goyle's back.
"You idiot!" Malfoy angrily smacked Goyle on the back of the head. "Why did you suddenly stop?"
"There's someone over there." Goyle covered his head with one hand and carefully pointed to the window around the corner with the other.
"Who? Filch?"
"It doesn't seem so."
"Let me see." Malfoy pushed Goyle aside, then peered out from the corner of the wall.
A slender figure stood before the enormous stone window. The cool, bright moonlight streamed in, illuminating his face and outlining his sharply defined profile. He stood ramrod straight, and as the night wind blew, it stirred his long robes, causing his shadow to flutter behind him. He left behind a solitary and aloof silhouette.
Draco squinted for a while, then suddenly whispered, "It's Prewett!"
Goyle and Crabbe exchanged a glance, then clung to the corner of the wall, sticking their big heads out to look.
"What is he doing?" Goyle asked curiously.
"I don't know." Crabbe shook his head, rubbing his stomach. After practicing his Spells all night, he really wanted to sneak into the kitchen and grab a Cake.
"You two shut up," Draco warned, continuing to stare intently at Prewett through the window.
To be honest, he was also a little confused about what Prewett was doing.
"He's muttering to himself while looking at the moon on Full Moon Night; he must be chanting some kind of Spells..." Draco thought, frowning.
"I understand!" After thinking for a while, Draco suddenly realized, a knowing smile appearing on his lips. When he looked at Silan again, his eyes had become smug.
"What do you understand?" Goyle asked in a low voice.
Draco smiled mysteriously and asked in return, "You saw the clothes he was wearing, right? And the spell he was chanting?"
Goyle and Crabbe turned to look at Silan, their eyes wide open, but they still couldn't understand anything.
Seeing their stunned expressions, Draco couldn't help but press down on their heads, one in each hand. "Looks like this is what Troll head feels like."
"Prewett, dressed in a wizard's robe, standing by a window shaped like a geometric shape, chanting incantations towards the moon—what else could it be?" Draco asked himself, answering, "Ritual magic, of course!"
"And if I'm not mistaken, it must be extremely powerful magic."
"Is there really such magic?" Goyle muttered. "Maybe he just couldn't sleep and wanted some fresh air, or maybe he was studying."
"Don't talk nonsense." Crabbe slapped Goyle on the head, pondered for a moment with a very serious expression, and said confidently, "Maybe Prewett is hungry? Don't you think the moon looks like a pie?"
Goyle grinned with delight. "I get it, I get it, I often feel the same way!"
"Both of you shut up!"
Draco rubbed his forehead and shook his head, worried about their intelligence. "Do you think Prewett is like you two gluttons? All you do is eat!"
"There's no mistake." Draco turned and stared intently at Silan, growing more certain with each glance. "Full Moon Night is no ordinary day; Prewett is definitely practicing magic."
He frowned, deep in thought, trying to find magical records related to the Full Moon Night.
But as he said, the Full Moon Night is a very special day, and there are far too many spells associated with this time, making it impossible to determine exactly what spell Prewett was practicing.
Goyle and Crabbe thought to themselves, "He's clearly just wearing a regular school uniform, no different from ours..."
But seeing Draco's serious and determined expression, they wisely chose to remain silent.
This exhausted all the wisdom they had painstakingly accumulated, making them even hungrier.
Draco looked at Silan with a serious and earnest expression, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Prewett is exceptionally talented and works incredibly hard; he's definitely a formidable opponent!
But I will not be easily defeated.
The men of the Malfoy family never admit defeat!
After letting his mind wander for a while, Draco gave Silan a deep look, then turned and walked towards the abandoned classroom.
"Where are you going, Malfoy?" Goyle asked. "Aren't you going to sleep? It's so late."
Malfoy waved enigmatically at them, said nothing, and, with a heart full of admiration for his heroes, walked into the darkness.
Prewett, I get it.
Only in this way can you be my opponent.
If you learn it, I'll learn it too.
I will definitely beat you!
I'm not sleeping tonight!
Draco was full of ambition, his steps firm and heavy, as if he were carrying some great mission on his shoulders.
Suddenly, Silan, who was by the window, felt a tremor in her wrist and couldn't help but turn her head to look.
A wisp of smoke rose from the watch Hermione gave him, forming a sentence in the air:
"You should go to sleep, baby."
Silan looked at the last two words with a strange expression. "This kind of prompt was set up by Hermione, how dare she?"
After watching in silence for a while, Silan couldn't help but smile. "Never mind, I'll just go to sleep. Hermione already reminded me."
Only children who lack love stay up late.
Silan, in a relaxed mood, prepared to rest, while Malfoy, in an abandoned classroom, was practicing Spells late into the night...