I'm Going to Challenge Prewett to a Wizard's Duel

In Potions.

While absentmindedly processing the materials, Malfoy secretly glanced at Silan and noticed that he did indeed look exhausted. He was secretly pleased, but almost cut his hand in the process.

These recent, extremely demanding projects have taken up almost all of Silan's free time, leaving him utterly exhausted.

Although he could recover through Deep Sleep, the rapid rate of depletion left him looking somewhat tired.

"Prewett is definitely staying up all night again," Draco said smugly. "My plan worked."

Goyle and Crabbe were both dumbfounded.

"Plan?"

Have we come up with a plan?

Draco sighed in exasperation, rubbing his forehead. "Besides eating and breathing, can your brains remember anything for seven days? You idiots!"

"Didn't I say it a few days ago? I'll continue to pretend to stay up all night to provoke Prewett into staying up even more, while I get normal rest every day. Over time, I'll wear him down. Then, beating him will be a piece of cake, won't it?" Draco was smug about his brilliant plan.

"Oh, I remember now!" Goyle exclaimed excitedly.

Draco kicked him. "Keep your voice down, don't let Prewett hear you."

"He wasn't even paying attention to us..." Crabbe glanced at Silan and thought to himself.

After Draco's explanation, Goyle and Crabbe finally understood and immediately put on a listless look, yawning repeatedly.

It's obvious they stayed up all night and did something bad.

Draco was quite pleased. "Good, continue."

Goyle and Crabbe yawned as they praised Draco's astonishing wisdom.

"Seriously, Draco, you really are a genius."

"That's right, Prewett is no match for you at all," Crabbe quickly Goyle in.

"Keep it low-key, keep it low-key."

Draco waved his hand modestly, but when he turned to look at Silan, his expression couldn't help but become smug, and he shook his head in a pretentious manner.

"Prewett is not bad, but compared to myself, he's still far behind."

"One month! Just one month! In one month, I will challenge Prewett to a wizard duel and show him my strength."

"My parents will be so proud of me."

Imagining his father's approval and his mother's praise, Draco looked at Silan with regret; "How lonely it is to be invincible..."

"Prewett, as my opponent, I will remember you."

Silan quickly finished processing the Potions Ingredients, put them into the crucible, and yawned wearily.

He has indeed been quite busy lately.

Hermione, standing nearby, asked with concern, "What have you been up to lately, Silan? You look exhausted."

"I've been quite busy." Silan smiled gently at her. "I'll handle it, don't worry."

After a moment's hesitation, Hermione asked cautiously, "Is there anything I can do to help? Please let me know if there's anything I can do, Silan."

Seeing Hermione's pitiful expression, Silan thought for a moment and realized that there was indeed something Hermione could help with.

"There's something you could actually help me with," Silan said.

Hermione's big eyes immediately blinked happily as she looked at him, and she asked excitedly, "What is it? Tell me quickly, I'll definitely help you."

Silan picked up the Belladonna pods needed for this Potions and gestured, "I'm currently making a batch of Potions. If you'd like, you can help me process the Potions Ingredients."

"Yes, yes, of course I'm willing!" Hermione agreed immediately without hesitation.

"That's great." Silan felt much relieved.

Hermione is indeed very talented in Potions; she remembers the processing methods and standards for every Potions Ingredients clearly.

If you could help process the materials, it would greatly improve Silan's production efficiency.

It will definitely make things much easier for him.

Hermione was secretly delighted.

"Silan will probably only need about a dozen Potions, it won't take much effort. Most importantly, I can be with Silan..." Miss Granger was very much looking forward to brewing Potions with Silan.

"Class dismissed," Snape's deep voice rang out.

He stood on the podium, slowly pulling his robe over himself with both hands, and said irritably, "You all had better go back and read your textbooks more. Don't let Troll snot take over your brains anymore; it doesn't do anyone any good."

Those students who often made mistakes in Potions shrank back under Snape's gaze.

As for Neville, he practically tucked his head into his shoulders.

Upon hearing that class was over, the students breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly packed their things, and fled the Potions Classroom.

Snape, however, did not rush to leave.

As Silan and Hermione passed the podium, Snape suddenly called out to them, "Mr. Prewett, and Miss Granger, please wait a moment."

"What is it, Professor?" Silan asked, turning her head.

Snape looked at Hermione and said slowly, "It seems you've found a good helper... However, it's too dangerous for the two of you to brew Potions."

Snape paused, then added rapidly, "When you come to my office today, you should be under the care of professionals, understand?"

Care?

Silan thought to himself, somewhat bewildered, "Wasn't it dangerous when I was making Potions by myself? How come it's so dangerous now that Miss Granger is here that I need someone to look after me? I suspect you have ulterior motives, Professor."

Silan thought about it, but didn't say it aloud. She simply nodded to Snape: "I understand, Professor. We'll go over after dinner."

Snape was satisfied with Silan's answer, and before leaving, he gave them both one last, deep look.

If Prewett doesn't have time to make the Potions, I can help him. If he does have time, watching them make the Potions together would be a wonderful thing.

Half-blood- Slytherin boy skilled in Potions, and Gryffindor girl from Muggle family who also possesses Potions talent, make for a perfect match.

"Just like how well I match Lily." Snape almost couldn't help but hum with smug satisfaction as he thought this.

He was full of anticipation for tonight.

"What's wrong with Professor Snape?" Hermione asked curiously, watching Snape's retreating figure.

"He probably wanted to help," Silan shrugged.

"There's absolutely no other purpose," Silan added to herself.

"Oh..." Hermione nodded thoughtfully.

"Let's go eat first, let's go together," Silan said.

"Yes, yes!" Hermione exclaimed happily.

The two slowly walked out of the Potions Classroom, not in a hurry. They waited until almost all the students in front of them had left before leisurely heading towards the Great Hall.

The two walked side by side down the road, chatting casually.

Because they were so close, their shoulders would bump against each other from time to time, and the hems of their robes would often get tangled together.

Time flowed gently past them, seemingly without any change, but some things still quietly sprouted.

Those inexplicable feelings, arising from nowhere, always take root and sprout silently, until they have grown into towering trees by the time they are discovered.

Every boy and girl who suddenly discovers this will be startled.

After dinner, Silan and Hermione arrived together at Snape's office.

Snape seemed to have been waiting for them on purpose, as the office door was wide open.

Even so, Silan still knocked on the door.

"Professor, we're here."

"Come in," Snape said without looking up.