Silan knew it just by looking at Snape's expression.
He's trying to use himself as a stand-in to give Harry a piece of his mind again.
Then they used this to gain a sense of superiority for defeating James Potter.
The two people Snape was most obsessed with in his life, besides Lily, were James Potter.
One was pure love, the other pure hatred.
This whole situation, which felt like playing with an old child, left Silan somewhat exasperated, but she still obediently cooperated, asking, "Professor Snape, which Spells should I demonstrate?"
Malfoy, standing nearby, curled his lip in disdain.
First and second graders haven't learned many Spells, so what Spells would they demonstrate?
Are you ordering food?
He knew that the Prewett family now had nothing left but the title of one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight.
For Pure-blood families, in addition to the wealth accumulated over generations, the most important thing is the family tradition and cultural heritage.
Generally, Pure-blood wizard have been exposed to the magical world earlier than Half-blood or Muggle-born wizard, so they know more Spells.
Aside from the Spells taught in school, Malfoy didn't think Silan knew many other Spells.
Snape also somewhat surprised, thinking that Silan was playing along with his act, so he deliberately asked, "What Spells do you know?"
"A complete set of standard Spells. Except for the Nonverbal Spell." Silan replied calmly.
"Oh... you're doing alright..."
Etc?!!!
Snape realized what was happening, abruptly turning his eyelids to look at Silan, secretly surprised.
A whole set of standard Spells?!
Even if the Nonverbal Spell is removed, this is still an exaggeration.
You're only in second grade, and you've already Charms?
"Isn't this acting a bit too much?" Snape thought to himself.
"To be precise, we finished learning it in first grade," Silan added.
With a clang.
Malfoy stared blankly at Silan, his wand falling to the ground.
Did they learn the entire set of standard Spells in first grade?
That's several years' worth of course content!
Harry asked, somewhat surprised, "How do you have time to learn so many Spells?"
"Time is like water in a sponge; if you're willing to squeeze, there's always some left," Silan said with a smile. "For example, reading a book before bed might make you dream about it."
"Review it again after you wake up, and practice more during the day."
Harry felt a chill run down his spine from Silan's nonchalant words and managed to open his mouth to ask.
Don't you need to rest?
Silan shook her head. "How could that be? People always need to rest."
Harry and Malfoy were both relieved.
That's more like it.
This is what a normal person is like.
But then Silan suddenly said matter-of-factly, "When you're resting, learn something else to refresh your mind."
Silan's words were like muffled thunderclaps, one after another, hitting Harry and Malfoy on the head, leaving them both dizzy.
Harry and Malfoy exchanged a glance, their thoughts coinciding for the first time.
Is this even human?
What does it mean to learn something new during your rest time to refresh your mind?
"Is this... considered a rest?" Harry asked hesitantly.
In his view, rest should mean abandoning all homework and classes, having a great time with friends, and then taking a night trip to Hogwarts.
He had never heard of such an astonishing method as learning something new during a break to refresh his mind.
"Of course," Silan said matter-of-factly, "That way we get rest and don't waste any time."
Harry and Malfoy both fell silent.
Silan knew that the two of them would have a hard time understanding, so she didn't say anything more.
People's joys and sorrows are not shared.
Harry and Malfoy couldn't understand why he had gone to such lengths to achieve this.
They were born with many things.
Despite his unhappy life with the Dursley family, Harry became a celebrity in the wizarding world as an infant.
Many renowned wizards sing his praises.
Even Lockhart coveted Harry's fame and wanted to tie him to himself, plus his father had left him a large inheritance.
As for Malfoy, needless to say.
The only son of the Malfoy family, naturally Slytherin.
The family's Gringotts vault was filled with countless Galleon, and he was highly praised wherever he went.
Aside from Harry, Malfoy rarely heard a harsh word from him.
His ears were probably filled with nothing but flattery and sycophancy.
One of them has the support of his family, and the other has inherited his father's wealth.
What about Silan?
He had nothing.
Even the system couldn't simply "ding" and bring him wealth and power.
He had to fight for everything himself.
But Silan didn't dislike this feeling.
He used cunning and trickery, schemes and tricks, to seize and plunder, and to set up traps for profit, all in order to gain more. The feeling of reaping rewards step by step was what fascinated him the most.
Snape looked at Silan with a distant gaze, and the more he looked, the more he felt that Sheeran looked exactly like himself when he was young.
Now, everyone knows that Professor Snape is a true Potions Master.
Those complex and difficult-to-brew high-level Potions were nothing more than a piece of cake for him.
But how many people know the hardships he endured when he was learning Potions?
To understand the potion's properties, he tested it on himself countless times, and the cauldron exploded countless times. When it came to the crucial moment in brewing the Potions, he didn't dare to close his eyes for days and nights...
This is what earned him the power and status of Potions Master.
He is indeed very talented.
But Snape always believed that talent was not meant to be wasted, but rather to be used.
Snape glanced at Harry with a hint of disdain, thinking to himself, "Prewett is just like me, smart and hardworking, while you, like your foolish father, are good for nothing."
"Since today we're teaching you the Disarming Charm, let's demonstrate it."
Snape withdrew his gaze and spoke slowly.
Silan nodded, stepped forward, and waved his wand.
"Expelliarmus!"
He chanted the incantation three times in a row, and beams of light shot out from his wand, striking the three puppets in succession.
Harry and Malfoy stared in disbelief at the scene.
All three Spells landed without fail.
And how can it be so fast?
But that's not all.
Silan waved his wand again, using Levitation Charm to levitate the three small sticks in mid-air, and then used another Spells to send them back to the puppet's hand.
"Is this alright, Professor?" Silan asked, turning around.
Snape's eyes flickered a few times, then he nodded to Silan.
He hadn't expected that Silan would be so skilled.
"He just said he learned the entire set of standard Spells... is that true?" Snape asked, half-believing. "Learned the entire set of standard Spells in one school year... faster than I was..."
"Could he also be a genius when it comes to Spells?"
Malfoy, his mouth agape in shock, stared at the wooden sticks in the hands of the three puppets, then turned and asked, "How are you so skilled?"
"Just practice a lot."
Silan said calmly, "You could practice these Spells hundreds of times and still be this proficient."
Malfoy remained silent.
Prewett is quite talented, yet he works so hard.
As your opponent, I acknowledge your superiority!
Seeing Harry, who was also in a daze, Snape couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile, as if he could see James filled with frustration.
That's all for today, we'll continue tomorrow.
Snape's gaze swept over the three of them, the smile that had just appeared on his lips vanished completely.
"Prewett, can you stay here for a moment?"