Inside an abandoned classroom.
Draco Malfoy is practicing Spells with Goyle and Crabbe. Various Spells lights flash continuously, illuminating the walls of the abandoned classroom in different colors.
"Goyle, you're too slow!"
"Locomotor Mortis!" Draco swung his wand sharply, casting Leg-Locker Curse Charm to freeze Goyle, who was charging at him.
"Protego!"
After stopping Goyle, Draco blocked Crabbe's Spells with a Shield Charm and immediately countered. "Petrificus Totalus!"
Caught completely off guard, Crabbe instantly turned to stone, his skin turning silver-gray and rendering him unable to move.
"You should have attacked me at the same time Goyle made his move." Draco shook his head, released Goyle's Leg-Locker Curse, and walked towards Crabbe.
Crabbe, petrified, struggled to move his eyes, looking pleadingly at Draco, unable to utter a single word.
After the Spells was broken, Draco shook his head, still seemingly unsatisfied. "You guys are too weak, it wasn't fun."
Goyle and Crabbe rubbed their stomachs, pleading, "You're too strong, Draco. We're no match for you."
"Don't flatter me like that and make me underestimate you." Draco put away his wand, flicked his robes, and struck the pose of a renowned wizard.
Goyle and Crabbe immediately shut up.
"However, you're not entirely wrong," Draco said, a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes gleaming with pride. "I have indeed improved a lot recently."
He turned and asked smugly, "What do you think of me now Prewett?"
Goyle and Crabbe exchanged a glance and quickly began to flatter, "You're the heir to the Malfoy family, exceptionally talented and incredibly strong. How could Prewett possibly compare to you!"
Crabbe retorted, "Yeah, yeah, I think so too. You can easily handle both of us now, much better than Prewett."
"Don't underestimate the enemy, keep a low profile, keep a low profile."
Draco waved to them, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.
He knew in his heart that Goyle and Crabbe's words were exaggerated. But he felt that even without the excessive praise, he should be able to put up a fight against Prewett.
After all, he can now take on two opponents at once.
Thinking this, Draco felt even more smug and waved his hand, "That's enough for today, go back to sleep!"
Goyle and Crabbe cheered inwardly.
Marvelous!
My performance just now wasn't for nothing!
The two exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly.
The three of them returned to their dormitory, where Draco unexpectedly found a letter on his desk.
"There's news?!"
Draco excitedly tore open the envelope, glanced at it hastily, and then beamed with delight.
"What does it say?" Goyle asked, leaning closer.
"Our organization has grown even stronger. Parkinson, Nott, and Borgin have all agreed to join us and become members of the Glorious Tower." Draco casually handed the letter to Goyle, then walked towards the window.
The shadowy water of the night transformed into tiny, fine snakes, which slowly crawled all over Draco's body as he walked toward the window.
Goyle and Crabbe huddled together, read the short letter aloud, and exclaimed excitedly, "That's wonderful! We can hold a meeting now!"
"No rush." Draco stood with his hands behind his back, looking out the window, his calm demeanor exuding the air of a master. "Let's talk after I defeat Prewett."
He thought smugly, "This is perfect for establishing my authority during meetings."
"This is really exciting..."
Draco looked out the window with anticipation.
With Hermione helping to process the materials and Professor Snape watching over her, Silan was able to completely unleash her potential when making Potions.
Wave the wand, heat the crucible, add clean water and continue heating until the crucible walls are covered with bubbles the size of crab eyes. The bubbles slowly expand as the crucible heats up, rising gently from the bottom and slightly disturbing the surface of the water.
"It's time."
Silan saw an opportunity and was about to wave her wand to grab the Dittany Essence when she looked up and found that Hermione had already brought the ingredients she needed to her.
These Dittany Essence extracts were processed thoroughly, divided into three portions with the exact amounts measured, and the timing was perfect.
Clearly, Hermione was also very familiar with the process of making Hemostatic Healing Potion and had already selected the materials for him.
Silan silently thanked Hermione.
Miss Granger smiled and winked at him, as if to say, "You're welcome."
With a wave of her wand, Silan guided the floating materials into the crucible.
In the blink of an eye, the medicinal liquid in the crucible turned a rich white, and a faint fragrance wafted out of the crucible along with the smoke.
The smell wasn't pungent; on the contrary, it made people feel clear-headed and refreshed.
Snape, standing nearby, nodded to himself. "This scent indicates that the timing of adding the Dittany Essence was perfect, and the ingredients have fully volatilized."
"That was a great team effort," Snape thought smugly, chin raised.
Because Silan and Hermione were both very familiar with making Hemostatic Healing Potion, and they had a good grasp of timing and worked together seamlessly, they were able to make them quickly and efficiently.
A wisp of white smoke drifted from the crucible, swirling around Silan and Hermione, giving them a somewhat hazy appearance.
Snape stared at the two figures, slightly lost in thought.
This ethereal, ever-changing white mist seemed like a mirror, reflecting his past memories.
Those memories that he had tied to stones and sunk into his mind were suddenly set free, surfacing from the depths of his mind at an astonishing speed, pulling him back to the past in an instant.
In a hazy vision, Snape seemed to see himself and Lily brewing Potions together, just like before.
"If I hadn't made that irreparable mistake, would things have turned out better between me and Lily?"
Snape quickly stopped himself from thinking about it any further.
A wisp of white smoke drifted over, seemingly blinding Snape, causing him to quickly turn and look up to prevent tears from welling up in his eyes.
Silan added the last Potions Ingredients to the three cauldrons, officially entering the final stage.
Hermione gripped her sleeve tightly, staring intently at the cauldron with a tense expression.
Although everything had gone smoothly so far, she was still worried.
Although Hemostatic Healing Potion are not considered high-level Potions, the final stage requires precise temperature control; if not controlled accurately, failure is still possible.
Moreover, operating three crucibles simultaneously greatly increases the difficulty.
Silan reached out and brushed aside the white mist before her eyes, activating [Wizard's Eye] to carefully observe the magical fluctuations in the three cauldrons, occasionally waving her wand to adjust the temperature.
The medicinal liquid in the crucible sometimes boiled, sometimes calmed down, and occasionally some white steam would rise, but under Silan's control, everything remained stable.
Finally, the temperature of the three crucibles dropped at the same time, and the liquid inside returned to calm.
[Potion Prodigy: Proficiency +1]
[Potion Prodigy: Proficiency +1]
"Phew~"
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and carefully examined the three cauldrons, finding that the potions inside were virtually identical, with almost no difference in quality.
"It's a success!"
Simultaneously operating three cauldrons to brew Potions, Hermione looked at Silan with gentle eyes, filled with admiration.
She also had some talent for making Potions, so she knew very well how difficult it was to do this.
"Silan must have put in a lot of hard work to be able to do this..." Hermione looked at Silan with admiration mixed with heartache.
Snape turned away, wiped his face with his hand, then quickly put it down, turned back expressionlessly, and said calmly, "Not bad, you've improved."
"Thanks to Hermione for helping me," Silan said.
Hermione quickly waved her hand. "It's because you have good control over it. It must have been very hard to reach this level."
Watching the two of them understand each other, Snape smiled slightly, and the bitterness that had just welled up in his heart gradually dissipated.
"Alright, let's continue," Snape said with a smile.
Silan nodded and continued brewing the Potions.
With Hermione's help, his efficiency improved significantly. He brewed the medicine three times in two hours, eventually obtaining 27 bottles of Hemostatic Healing Potion.
This completely shocked Hermione.
If one can operate three crucibles at once and still ensure that the quality of the Potions does not decrease, that is already an astonishing feat.
It's simply unbelievable that they boiled it three times in a row without making a single mistake.
"I wonder how long Silan practiced," Hermione thought to herself, her gaze towards Silan filled with even more heartache.
Silan carefully put away the completed Potions, said goodbye to Snape, and left the office with Hermione.
As they walked, Silan quietly hooked her little finger around Hermione's. "Thank you, Hermione. Without your help, I probably would have been busy for ages today."
"I'm exhausted." Hermione nudged Silan with her shoulder, laughing mischievously. "There was a notice posted in the Entrance Hall today that we can go to Hogsmeade at the end of October..."
Hermione hadn't finished speaking, but Silan could guess what she was talking about just by looking at her darting eyes.
"Let's go together then."
Okay~ Okay~
Miss Granger felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and joy, and thought to herself, "What a wonderful day!"