A large crowd had gathered in front of Hogwarts' Entrance Hall.
A notice was posted on the bulletin board that Professor Snape's Potions Club was hiring.
The students crowded in front of the notice board and discussed it animatedly.
"Professor Snape's Potions Club?"
"So, the opportunity to receive individual instruction from Professor Snape? That's fantastic! A private lesson from the Potions Master!"
"Come on, I don't want to go. The Potions every week is already terrifying enough."
"The school even offers research stipends, which is a great opportunity." Some students with some talent in Potions were eager to try.
"Make way! Damn it, all of you move aside!" Filch cursed as he pushed his way through the students, walked to the notice board, tore down the recruitment notice, and pasted a new one on top.
Filch stormed off, grumbling, and the curious students crowded to the notice board, craning their necks to look at the new announcement.
The Potions Club, run by Professor Snape, is full. You will be notified if more spots become available.
The students, who had been eager to try out just moments before, instantly deflated like wilted eggplants, drooping their heads and muttering, "Wasn't the recruitment notice just posted? How come it's full so quickly? Who are they?"
"Of course it's Prewett." A sneer rang out, instantly drawing the students' attention.
It's Draco Malfoy.
Seeing that the students were all looking at him, Draco smugly curled his lip and continued his analysis, "Master Charlemagne came to Hogwarts to snatch Prewett, Professor Snape, in order to keep him, of course had to do something."
Upon hearing his words, the students were instantly speechless.
Hearing this, the students who had been considering signing up all gave up the idea, sighing helplessly to themselves:
"If the recruitment standard is like that of Prewett, then what's the point of even trying? Wouldn't that be humiliating? Even setting aside how high the recruitment standards are, I doubt I could keep up with the pace even if I did get in."
"Prewett is a monster; only a madman would think of competing with him..."
The students who had been gathered around the notice board gradually dispersed, losing interest in Snape's Potions Club.
For most people, it is already quite an achievement to be able to thoroughly understand the knowledge taught by Snape in class.
Trying to catch up with Prewett is like making a primary school student who's still learning addition and subtraction listen to a math professor's lecture—it's completely unnecessary.
Draco glanced at the notice on the bulletin board, feeling incredibly smug. "Crossing out the Potions myself was undoubtedly a wise decision."
"In terms of long-term vision, I'm actually about the same as Prewett!" Draco proudly raised his chin and walked away.
Hermione emerged from Snape's office carrying a large bag of Galleon, still a little dazed.
"I just filled out an application form, and I became a member of the Potions Club and got this huge bag of money?" Hermione shook the money bag, somewhat incredulous.
This huge bag of Galleon is so heavy that just carrying it for a few steps makes your arms ache.
Hermione had never received so much money at once before.
This made her feel like it was all unreal.
"What's wrong? Still not quite there?" Silan waved her hand in front of Hermione's face and asked with a smile.
Hermione put the money into the Mokeskin Pouch, then, still somewhat bewildered, pinched her cheeks into a cute little pouch, and whispered, "I still can't quite believe it..."
"You'll get used to it." Silan shrugged. "Hogwarts has the Board of Governors backing it up; it doesn't lack money."
Hermione adorably rubbed her face and exclaimed, "I really benefit from your help. Professor Snape must have done this to keep you here."
"Perhaps it's to keep us here."
As Silan spoke, her eyes were unconsciously drawn to Hermione's cheeks.
Hermione pinched and kneaded her soft, tender cheeks, giving them a pinkish hue that looked very pleasing to the eye...
Hermione blushed at his words and didn't dare to reply, but she thought happily to herself, "It doesn't matter who I'm keeping, as long as I can be with Silan, that's all that matters!"
The two walked side by side to the top of the stairs before parting ways.
Before leaving, Silan reminded him, "Don't forget to be in Professor Snape's office at the same time tomorrow."
"Okay." Hermione nodded obediently.
Before leaving his office, Snape informed them of the upcoming Potions Sale Event at the Malfoy Manor and asked them to come with him the next day.
They had just received a large sum of money from Snape, so they naturally felt awkward refusing it.
After parting ways with Hermione, Silan returned to the Room of Requirement and practiced Animagus as usual.
To successfully learn Animagus, one must, while burying the mixture and waiting for the storm to arrive, point the tip of one's wand at one's heart and recite the incantation at sunrise and sunset each day.
"Amato Animo Animato Animagus."
Ever since Silan buried the Crystal vial on the last Full Moon Night, she has been repeating this routine every day.
Today is no exception.
After practicing Animagus, Silan continued to study the Soul Eye, striving to master it even more.
He practiced until late at night when the watch on Silan wrist vibrated slightly, reminding him that it was time to rest.
Silan carefully put away her wand, shook her tired head, and thought to herself, "Next time, I might observe the souls of Magical Creatures, reducing the number of creatures and narrowing the scope of observation. Maybe I'll discover something..."
Before going to sleep, Silan took out all of her more than 10,000 Galleon from her Ring and spread them out in two rows on the bed.
He slept in the middle like a greedy dragon, his hands resting on the Galleon on either side, feeling an unparalleled sense of satisfaction.
This reminded him of the first Galleon he received from Nott when he first enrolled in school.
At that time, the money was only enough to put under a pillow, but it was enough to cover a large bed.
His power continued to grow, and his wealth expanded from a few dozen Galleon to tens of thousands.
Not only that, he replaced all the second-hand items he used with brand new ones, and his clothes became more presentable and fit better.
Money, honor, status, friends...
Silan got almost everything she wanted.
But he was not satisfied.
His desires were not yet satisfied, and his lingering resentment had not been completely dispelled.
He wanted more, he wanted to go even higher.
Surrounded by reassuring Galleon, Silan, like an old dragon, fell into a deep sleep.
Hermione, on the other hand, had just returned to her dorm when she noticed something was wrong...