"Incendio!"
"Protego!"
"Locomotor Mortis!"
Spells flickered in the abandoned classroom as Draco diligently toiled away, sweating profusely.
"Phew~" After practicing for a while, Draco finally put down his wand, relaxed his slightly sore arms, and walked to the window.
With a whoosh, the window opened.
Tonight is a clear night, with the moon hanging in the sky and countless stars dotting the dark, velvety canvas.
A night breeze can invigorate the spirit.
Draco stood by the window with his hands behind his back, glancing at the empty, abandoned classroom. In the utter silence, he felt a sense of loneliness and unease.
"No, I'm not alone!" Draco thought, looking at the moon in the sky. "Prewett must be studying magic hard right now, I can't fall behind!"
Prewett, are you really staying up all night learning magic just to defeat me?
As your rival, I acknowledge your superiority.
A proud smile appeared on Draco's lips as he picked up his wand once more.
Keep practicing!
As for Silan, she was fast asleep...
Draco practiced all night, and when he went to class the next day, he felt like his head was filled with fog, making him unsteady on his feet and dizzy.
"Gamp... basic Transfiguration rules..."
Professor McGonagall's voice seemed to come from near and far, sometimes right next to Draco's ear, sometimes making him feel as if it were right above his head.
It is unpredictable, but has an excellent hypnotic effect.
Draco only heard the first two words before his head slumped down as if he'd been struck by a heavy blow.
If he hadn't been holding the table up with his hands, his forehead would probably have landed on it in a deep kiss.
"Don't sleep, don't sleep, Prewett is still listening to the lecture."
"I can't sleep..."
Sleep... sleep...
Malfoy was battling drowsiness in his head, his eyelids drooping and his head bobbing up and down like a chick pecking at rice.
Professor McGonagall was on the podium, also noticed Draco's situation and moved closer while explaining.
"This law is named after the famous wizard Yurik Gamp, and it is one of the fundamental laws of Transfiguration."
"This includes the fact that wizards cannot create real, nutritious food out of thin air..."
At this point, Professor McGonagall stopped in front of the drowsy Draco, suddenly tapped on his desk, and asked abruptly, "Mr. Malfoy, what did I just say?"
Draco was startled and instinctively stood up, frantically trying to look at the book, only to find that he hadn't even opened it.
He looked at Goyle and Crabbe with a sense of despair.
Unfortunately, these two people's minds were too barren; the knowledge that came in turned away as soon as it saw such a desolate place.
So they didn't know either.
The two of them scratched their heads, completely at a loss.
Draco kicked Goyle under the table and gave him a stern look.
"It looks like grape biscuits," Goyle said, forcing a smile.
Draco, his head still spinning, blurted out without thinking, "Raisin biscuits!"
The other students in the classroom burst into laughter, and the air was filled with a joyful atmosphere.
Harry and Ron laughed so hard they were doubled over, shouting at Draco, "Malfoy, did you skip dinner today?"
"Alright, quiet!" Professor McGonagall sternly surveyed the classroom, and the students immediately shrank back, no longer daring to make a fuss.
Professor McGonagall sighed and turned to the section of Draco's textbook that she was currently lecturing on, "Mr. Malfoy, what did you do last night?"
"I'm studying!" Malfoy shouted, even taking a moment to glance at Silan.
"Come on, Malfoy, you should at least come up with a better excuse for your nighttime outings." Ron scoffed.
"Shut up, Weasley!" Malfoy snapped.
Professor McGonagall seemed unconvinced by Malfoy's words. She said sternly, "Whatever you do, I don't want it to disrupt your normal classroom learning. Otherwise, I will write to your parents. Do you understand, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Please don't, Professor," Malfoy pleaded, not wanting his parents to be disappointed in him.
"Alright, sit down," Professor McGonagall said sternly. "Slytherin, 10 points deducted."
Draco sat down awkwardly, feeling sorrowful, but he quickly rallied.
"It seems there are always many difficulties and obstacles on the road to becoming stronger, but none of these can stop me. Prewett also stayed up late last night, so his condition must be similar to mine!" Draco turned his head to look, but was surprised to find that Silan was full of energy and listening attentively.
As Professor McGonagall passed by, she nodded approvingly at him, clearly pleased with his notes, and announced loudly, "Slytherin, ten points!"
Draco was startled, almost thinking he had misread it because he was too sleepy, and opened his eyes wide to look again for a while.
He then realized that Prewett was indeed not sleepy at all!
"Prewett must be asleep," Draco thought to himself. "That means I outlasted him?"
Victory!
Draco cheered inwardly, a look of joy and delight spreading across his face.
Silan had noticed Malfoy staring at him since earlier, his expression shifting between a serious frown and a broad smile, and he wondered what Malfoy was up to.
Did staying up all night make you stupid?
Shaking her head, Silan glanced at the watch on her wrist and touched it affectionately.
You can't stay up too late.
Look at Malfoy, he's practically driven to the point of mental instability from all the work.
"Thank you, Hermione, this watch you gave me is so useful," Silan whispered, tugging at Hermione's sleeve.
"I'm glad you like it." Hermione smiled, her eyes crinkling with contentment.
After attending Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration, Silan returned to the Room of Requirement and took out several Moonshadow Stones from her Ring.
This was a gift from his master, Nicolas Flamel.
He planned to smelt a batch of materials to make a few small items and practice his Alchemy.
However, before that, he planned to experiment with integrating the Fiendfyre into the Dragon-Phoenix Twin Flames.
The day she learned the Fiendfyre, Silan had this idea and was very much looking forward to it.
"Let's use the relatively mild and resilient Phoenix flames as the base, place the Dragonfire on the outside, and then slowly add the Fiendfyre..."
After thinking for a while, Silan waved her wand and released a tiny, tiny flame.
Silan took a deep breath to calm herself, activated [Wizard's Eye], stared intently at the flame, and carefully added a wisp of Fiendfyre into it.