Silan's idea is correct.
Snape summoned him to satisfy some of his own secret desires.
Although he could use his position as professor to find a reason to reprimand Harry, he actually did just that.
But this was merely the lingering resentment he harbored.
It wasn't exactly satisfying.
But things are different here with Silan.
Snape looked at Silan with great satisfaction.
Silan is so much like me.
He is Half-blood, a Slytherin, intelligent and studious with a talent for Potions, and most importantly, he has a childhood sweetheart from Gryffindor.
"That's just like me!"
It's no wonder Snape was so invested in the character.
In his eyes, Silan was not only very similar to himself, but Gryffindor also had a nasty fellow named Potter, and his Pure-blood sidekick.
This is practically a replay of his school days.
How could he not overthink it?
That's why Snape, in front of Silan who resembled him so much, belittled Harry, who resembled that damned James, to the point of utter worthlessness.
This gave him a sense of exhilaration, as if he had transcended time and space to defeat James Potter.
"It's a pity, you are not students of my college, I have no right to expel you."
Snape shook his head with regret, then gave a sneer of anticipation, "So I've decided to go and find the person who truly possesses this delightful privilege."
"Prewett, you watch them."
Having said that, Snape walked out the door with great pleasure, his wide robes billowing in the air like waves of joy.
Ron and Harry breathed a sigh of relief after he left.
Ron pressed his bruised arm, gasped, and looked at Silan.
"I never expected Snape to actually compliment someone. If I didn't know you were my cousin, I would almost think you were Snape..."
"Don't talk nonsense, Ron Sheeran is much better than Snape."
Harry patted his aching thigh.
"Sigh... sigh..." Ron sighed repeatedly, "We really shouldn't have brought our luggage in."
"That way, after they fire us, we won't have to move everything again."
Ron became somewhat talkative due to his fantasies and fears about a dark future.
"Honestly, what should we do after we get fired?"
"Harry, perhaps you could go to Hagrid and become his assistant."
"As for me, I'll have to go find my brother Charlie Weasley. Maybe they need an assistant to collect dragon dung."
Harry, annoyed and somewhat irritated by his speculation, said, "Please, Ron, stop talking."
"All right."
Ron shrugged, looking away, but then turned back a moment later, his lips twitching slightly.
But before his restless mouth could utter the first word, he reached out and zipped his mouth shut like a zipper.
But his eyes and eyebrows were still moving nimbly, as if he were still sighing.
As for Harry, he was also somewhat afraid.
He simply couldn't imagine what kind of life he would have if he were sent back to Uncle Vernon's house.
"Perhaps Ron's suggestion is good; I could ask Hagrid to be his assistant."
This thought, which I had in first grade, resurfaced.
Seeing the two looking worried, Silan offered a timely word of comfort.
"Don't worry, Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall certainly won't expel you."
Ron's eyebrows didn't move, and the zipper on his mouth was unzipped again.
Harry stopped looking so gloomy.
They both asked almost simultaneously, "Really?"
"Certainly."
Silan nodded. "I suggest that when you meet Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall later, you tell them what happened and emphasize that this was an accident."
"Also, don't mention that the car belongs to Mr. Weasley. Just assume that you and Ron happened to spot a Flying Ford Anglia outside the station."
This is called avoiding the important and focusing on the trivial.
As long as they don't bring up the most serious problem, Dumbledore will definitely pretend it doesn't exist.
Harry and Ron nodded.
Not long after, Snape returned.
He had a smug smile on his face, like a student who had caught his enemy doing something wrong and was going to tattle on him to the teacher.
Professor McGonagall followed behind him, her lips pressed into a thin line, and raised her wand as soon as she entered the room.
Harry and Ron both thought Hogwarts had sentenced them to death, and they shrank back in fear.
Professor McGonagall simply lit the fireplace.
The firelight flickered, casting people's shadows on the wall like pieces of black paper swaying in the wind.
Dumbledore came in too.
His gaze lingered on Silan for a moment before turning to Harry and Ron.
After a long silence, Dumbledore spoke up and asked, "Please explain why you did this?"
Harry and Ron followed the script Silan had taught them, downplaying the incident and only mentioning that there had been an accident at the station and that they were in a hurry to get to school, without mentioning the Flying Ford Anglia at all.
Harry and Ron huddled together, heads bowed, staring at Dumbledore's knees, their palms sweating.
They were both afraid that Dumbledore would find out about their story and expel them both.
"At least I shouldn't drag Silan into this," Harry thought.
Actually, he was overthinking it.
Standing beside him, Silan clearly saw a faint smile playing on Dumbledore's lips.
With a flicker of firelight, that faint smile vanished once more.
Just as Silan had predicted, Dumbledore didn't ask about the car at all, nor did he fire them.
Upon seeing this result, the pleased expression on Snape's face vanished.
"Professor Dumbledore, these two students disregarded the Law of Reasonable Restraint for Underage Wizards, and even..." Snape argued urgently.
"Severus, let Professor McGonagall decide the punishment for these two students." Dumbledore was clearly protecting them, fabricating a story out of nothing. "I must return to the banquet; I suddenly remembered I have some important announcements to make."
"Oh, by the way, there's a kind of eggnog pie that looks really good. I'd love to try it. Severus, come with me."
Snape's lips trembled twice, then he gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Harry and Ron.
He turned away unhappily and said curtly, "I'll go later, Professor Dumbledore. Prewett and I... have some things to discuss."
"Ah... don't linger too long." Dumbledore nodded and walked out of the office.
"Alright, you two, come with me." Professor McGonagall looked sternly at Harry and Ron. "Do you even know the enormity of your actions?"
Although her tone was stern, Professor McGonagall didn't mention anything about deducting points or punishment in front of others.
Back in her own office, the punishment was entirely up to her.
The heavy and oppressive atmosphere from just moments ago vanished instantly.
Harry and Ron were both secretly delighted.
"Silan's method really works!"
Before leaving Snape's office, Harry and Ron both gave Silan a grateful look.
In their eyes, Silan was simply a hero who had saved them from being expelled.
Silan nodded to them, thinking to himself that this trip had been worthwhile.
Not only did they find some free materials, but they also gained the gratitude of Harry and Ron.
That kills two birds with one stone!
Snape watched as Harry and Ron walked out of his office unharmed, and returned to his chair, somewhat annoyed.
"Please have a seat, Prewett."