After this incident, Silan's life returned to normal.
A few days later, although the Christmas holidays were not yet over, Neville returned to school early.
Merry Christmas, Silan.
The first thing Neville did upon returning to school was to go to the Room of Requirement to find Silan.
Looking at Neville, who had a somewhat dark complexion, Silan asked in surprise, "Why are you back at school so early?"
"Hehe." Neville scratched his head sheepishly. "I was really worried that no one would take care of the herbs here, and I've also been wanting to try out the planting tools you gave me."
Dedicated, truly dedicated.
Neville's honest and dedicated nature made Silan feel a little embarrassed.
"Oh, right." Neville took a small gift box from his robes. "This is a Christmas present for you, although it's a bit late..."
"Thank you, Neville."
After thanking her, Silan took the gift box, opened it, and saw that it contained a quill pen.
This is not an expensive Augurey pen, but a pale green Peacock Quill with gold accents and a gold eye-shaped spot on its tail.
Peacock tail feathers are generally quite large, which makes them appear somewhat bulky when made into quill pens, but the one Neville gave him was small and exquisite.
It's clear that a lot of effort was put into it.
Its golden, eye-shaped spots shimmered in the sunlight, and the gilded edges also glowed subtly, making it very beautiful.
"It's beautiful," Silan exclaimed sincerely, then thanked him, "Thank you, Neville."
Seeing that Silan liked it, Neville secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm glad you like it."
After chatting for a while, Neville took out the herb-growing tools Silan had given him and began tending to his herb garden. Silan, on the other hand, returned to the lounge and tried out the Peacock Quill Neville had given him.
The ink flow is smooth and the grip is comfortable; Silan is very satisfied.
"Seriously, those two are really something!"
Hermione stormed in, fuming, put the book she was carrying on the desk, stomped her foot angrily, and then sat down on the sofa.
Silan put down her quill. "What's wrong?"
"It's Harry again! He's gotten out of bed three nights in a row and wandered around the school. What if Filch catches him?"
Hermione's feelings were somewhat conflicted and complicated.
She hoped Harry would find out who Nicolas Flamel Flamel was, but was also worried that he would lose points in Gryffindor for breaking school rules.
Sometimes he really wished Harry, Ron, and Silan would learn from each other and stop causing trouble all the time.
How come Snape Silan n't deduct points from Sheeran's reputation?
"Harry went for a night out?" Silan asked.
He thought to himself, "It seems Harry has already obtained the Invisibility Cloak."
While cloaks that grant invisibility are incredibly valuable, they aren't exactly rare in the Wizarding World.
An Invisibility Cloak can be woven from enough Demiguise hair.
However, these Invisibility Cloak have a limited lifespan and gradually lose their effectiveness over time. But Harry's is different.
That was a Deathly Hallows.
"From this perspective, Harry's Invisibility Cloak should also be considered an alchemical creation. Wouldn't it be better to use it to farm stats?"
Thinking about this, Silan secretly rejoiced that she hadn't chosen the Marauder's Map as the second alchemical item she would encounter.
He quickly overturned his original plan.
They decided to select Harry's Invisibility Cloak as the second alchemical item to be touched.
The third item, as originally planned, is tentatively the Philosopher's Stone under the Trapdoor.
"The Philosopher's Stone can't be rushed, but we can make contact with the Invisibility Cloak now."
After comforting Hermione, Silan left the Room of Requirement.
When he found Harry and Ron, he overheard them discussing Nicolas Flamel Flamel.
"Honestly, Ron, I remember seeing this name somewhere before."
"Oh, that's great! I'd better borrow an axe, split your head open, and then jump in and swim around. Maybe that'll help me find it."
"You don't understand..." Harry greeted Silan, "Hi, Silan."
Ron quickly shut his mouth.
They dared not let anyone know about Nicolas Flamel Flamel's affair.
"Were you just talking about Nicolas Flamel Flamel?"
Silan's gaze, which held a hint of a smile, swept over the two of them.
Seeing that he couldn't fool him, Ron immediately deflated.
"You know him?" Harry gave Silan a hopeful look.
"Know."
Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, then looked around warily, and whispered quickly, "Tell us quickly, this is important."
Silan nodded. "Of course I can tell you, but I have one condition."
"I have no money." Ron reached into the outer pocket of his robe, which was even cleaner than his face.
Harry, brimming with wealth, replied arrogantly, "I have."
"I don't want any money." Silan shook her head. "I only have one small request."
"You say."
"Let me see your Invisibility Cloak," Silan stated her ultimate goal.
Harry and Ron both breathed a sigh of relief.
Although it's unclear how Silan learned Harry had the Invisibility Cloak, this request was easily fulfilled.
The three of them walked into the castle, found a secluded corner, and Harry quickly retrieved the Invisibility Cloak.
"For you."
Silan took the Invisibility Cloak and felt its soft, silky texture, as if it were woven from water, with delicate, Winky silver threads.
It truly lives up to its reputation Deathly Hallows.
"You can give it a try," Harry warmly invited him.
Silan did not refuse, and wrapped the Invisibility Cloak around her shoulders, holding one corner in each hand to cover her body from the neck down.
Looking down, Silan realized that her body, which was completely covered by the Invisibility Cloak, was no longer visible.
Ron, standing to the side, also widened his eyes.
Although he had already witnessed the effects of the Invisibility Cloak, he was still amazed by it every time he saw it.
He thought to himself, if George and Fred had such an Invisibility Cloak, they would probably be ecstatic.
Is there anything more exciting than wearing it to play a prank?
But on second thought, Ron realized that the Invisibility Cloak seemed useless to his two older brothers.
After all, if there's a prank, the first people that come to mind are those two.
It seems that the Invisibility Cloak can at most conceal their figures, but cannot conceal their reputation.
Silan took off the Invisibility Cloak, held it in her hands, and examined it carefully.
The Invisibility Cloak is woven from silver threads, but unlike ordinary Invisibility Cloak, it is a complex alchemical artifact.
The four corners and the middle of the entire Invisibility Cloak are densely covered with tiny Ancient Runes written in special ink, hidden in the seams of the threads.
As Silan selected the Invisibility Cloak as his second alchemical item, a screen popped up in front of him.
[Friend, where are you? I can't see you anywhere]
[Alchemy Item: Deathly Hallows: Invisibility Cloak (Accessible)]
"This is indeed a priceless treasure." Silan returned the Invisibility Cloak to Harry.
After putting away the Invisibility Cloak, Harry asked impatiently, "Now can you tell us who Nicolas Flamel Flamel is?"
Silan didn't rush to answer, but instead asked with a smile, "Do you have any Dumbledore's Chocolate Frog Card?"
"Certainly."
Ron pulled two bookmark cards from his textbook and handed them to Silan. "I already have too many."
Silan gestured for Ron to turn the card over; Nicolas Flamel Flamel's name was written on the page introducing Dumbledore.
The two of them looked down.
"Dumbledore's well-known contributions...defeating Grindelwald ... The Twelve Uses of Dragon's Blood." Ron muttered to himself, "Good heavens, Dragon Blood can be used as a condiment? So many uses?"
Harry ignored him and continued reading.
"They achieved remarkable success in Alchemy with their partner Nicolas Flamel Flamel..."
"Great, here it is!" Ron jumped up. "We've finally found it!"
"Good luck to you," Silan said with a smile and a wave.
Having achieved his goal, he should leave now.
He doesn't want to get involved in the Philosopher's Stone matter right now, since everything is under control.