A sharp Hogwarts

Dalia had a long, long dream.

In this dream, she had been living in Surrey, London, England since she was a child.

She has a twin brother named Dudley, although they look nothing alike.

Their father, Vernon Dursley, was a supervisor at the Groening Company, specializing in the drilling rig business.

The mother, Petunia Dursley, is a full-time housewife, and No. 4 Privet Drive is kept spotless by her.

Oh, and she also has a cousin named Harry Potter. Anyway, Harry has been living with their family for as long as she can remember.

Maybe it was because Dudley always bullied Harry, or maybe it was influenced by his parents' dislike - in short, Harry didn't have a good relationship with her and Dudley.

And at the end of this long dream, she saw the letters flying all over the sky, the rain of books falling like birds with broken wings, herself hiding in the corner, and...

The first-edition copy of "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" that she held tightly to her chest like a treasure.

In the dim light, the pages of the book turned gently.

The yellowed pages of the book turned faster and faster, gradually turning into a pale yellow butterfly that was fluttering its wings and ready to fly.

Don't run!Don't--

She tried hard to grab it, but her whole body seemed so heavy that she was bound by more than a dozen layers of down jackets, so that she had to use all her strength to push forward——

…………

boom!boom!

Dalia woke up.

She opened her eyes and found herself lying in the back seat of the car.

The scenery outside the car window keeps receding, and the whistling wind blows in from the front from time to time.

Directly above her head, there were intermittent whimpers, which sounded like someone's grunting in pain.

"Uh-what exactly is here-we are-"

Dalia's eyes gradually returned to focus, and the first thing that caught her eye was a chubby little man who looked like a smaller version of Mr. Dursley.

And to the right next to the fat little man who kept making groaning sounds, there was a black-haired boy with glasses who was also covering his chin and looking quite painful.

Looking up from her angle, she could just see the boy's forehead hidden under the black hair. A strange scar was branded there, like lightning piercing the sky.

"Dudley, and...Harry Potter?"

Dalia gently rubbed her aching forehead and fumbled to get up from her seat.

Only then did she realize that she should have been sleeping on their knees just now, and when she woke up, she gave them a death headbutt.

"Sorry, Harry, Dudley - I'm a little confused right now - we're -"

Chaotic memory fragments were flying in her mind like torn pieces of paper.

The memories and scenes of the two lives collided back and forth, and the bumpy car made her feel like she wanted to vomit.

Dalia stroked her forehead and tried hard, and a strange coldness came from her chest, calming her discomfort.

A very realistic dream?

Or...has she traveled through time?

"Oh my sweetheart, thank God you're finally awake."

At this moment, a woman's voice came from the front passenger seat, which sounded like she had been holding her breath for a long time.

"Oh, are you okay, my sweetheart, you must be freaking out about those weird letters!"

The woman turned around hard and looked up and down Dalia nervously.

As she spoke, she gave Harry a vicious look. Because she was wearing a seat belt, her body and cheeks looked a bit ferocious and twisted.

"I asked you to take good care of Dalia, and I didn't ask you to hit her forehead with your chin! Especially you, Harry, you'd better pray that your sister is not because of your weird..."

"Penny! Stop talking nonsense!"

At this moment, Vernon Dursley, who was driving, suddenly yelled.

He glanced at the pale Dalia through the rearview mirror and continued to speak loudly in a rough voice.

"Hypoglycemia, I told you, Dalia just had hypoglycemia - just have a good meal and sleep!"

"Really? Have a good meal and get some sleep?! Did you forget that we didn't stop to eat or drink all day, Dursley!"

Unlike the weak housewife in Dahlia's "dream", Petunia Dursley was not overwhelmed by her husband's aura.

As she woke up, Petunia Dursley was like a ignited powder keg, raising the decibel level and shouting back at Mr. Dursley next to her.

"I know what you are afraid of! But if you continue to be so crazy, before 'they' come to our door, our whole family may be tortured to death by you first!"

"I--"

Faced with his wife's sudden outburst, Mr. Dursley pursed his lips a few times.

"Oh, it's almost, it's almost... I think it's almost done... Just hold on for a few miles in the end..."

As Vernon spoke, he looked up at the rearview mirror, and his voice suddenly became muffled, as if he had a mouthful of water in his mouth.

"Dalia, what do you think? Um... do you want to take a break?"

"No - I think it's fine, Dad."

Dalia shook her head slightly and looked thoughtfully at the people in the car, her eyes falling on her cousin next to her.

As time went by, the scenes in the "dream" not only did not gradually fade away, but became more and more clearly imprinted in her mind.

More importantly...

Dalia moved her shoulders carefully, pretending to adjust the shoulder strap that had accidentally slipped.

Sure enough, something hard and pamphlet-like was stuck in the collar of her dress. It felt like...

When Vernon and Petunia weren't paying attention, Dahlia opened her collar and quickly glanced inside - it wasn't the yellowed pages she had imagined, but a white envelope that looked familiar? !

Before she had time to see clearly, a joyful exclamation suddenly came from her ears.

Harry's eyes widened and he looked at her collar in disbelief.

"Dalia, you-"

"Shut up! You idiot! Also, close your eyes!"

Dalia glared at Harry next to her fiercely, and before Dudley could react, she waved her fist and threatened.

"Don't make me beat you. Also, Dudley, move over there, you're almost squeezing me out of my place to sit -"

Under Dalia's power, the two boys sitting in the back seat of the car instantly shrank and obediently moved aside to make room for her.

Regardless of time travel, wizards, or saviors, these two little brats are the little brothers she has bullied since childhood.

Compared to verbal explanations, physical and verbal threats are obviously the most effective method - the situation is too complicated at the moment, and she has to find a place to calm down first.

…………

A quarter of an hour later, the car took them to the suburbs of Cokeworth.

After driving up and down the street several times, Mr. Dursley finally chose to park the car in front of a dark and gloomy hotel.

By the time everyone had settled down to a simple dinner - canned bacon and bean stew - Mr. Dursley seemed to be calming down again.

He ordered everyone to go back to their rooms and sleep. They were not allowed to stay outside. At the same time, they were not allowed to turn on the lights: "You'd better be as quiet as if there was no one in the room."

Dahlia and Harry shared a room with only two beds, while Dudley slept in a separate room.

In fact, the extra single room was meant for Dalia.

However, Dahlia insisted not to spend the night alone, and at the same time she disliked Dudley for snoring at night. After several arguments, the split ended up like this.

Perhaps because they were exhausted, Dahlia and Harry did not communicate with each other. They obediently took off their shoes and socks before being urged by Mrs. Dursley and huddled into their respective beds.

The damp sheets exuded a musty smell, and the kerosene lamp on the bedside table wafted a pungent smell from time to time.

"Okay, Dalia must be exhausted today, close the door gently..."

Petunia Dursley stood by the door, listened carefully to the steady breathing in the room for a while, and whispered.

Mr. Dursley put his right hand on the smooth doorknob, glanced worriedly into the room, and lowered his voice.

"Well, that boy Harry... won't secretly talk nonsense to Dalia at night, right?"

"Are you stupid? Dursley, how could Dalia care about that kid?"

"Oh, that's true - I'm a little confused today."

As the door was closed by Mr. Dursley, the room fell into silence.

It was pitch black everywhere except for the faint car lights flashing from time to time in the windows.

After a few minutes, a small, subtle voice spoke.

"Are you asleep, Daria?"

"Of course not. However, have you prepared the things I asked you to prepare down there just now?"

Dalia opened her eyes and turned her head to look at the pair of eyes on the pillow of the next bed that shone slightly in the night.

"Yeah! I got them all - you see..."

Harry sat up and poured a bunch of stuff out of his clothes.

Tins of bacon, bean stew, soft bread, knives and forks, a kettle...even a small jar of loose salt.

"Dalia, I found everything you wanted for you, including the letters you mentioned before and the ones about my parents..."

Harry looked at Dalia expectantly and said cautiously, taking the initiative to sort the piles of food he got from the kitchen one by one.

As the child with the lowest status in the Dursley family, even if he ate in a hotel, he would inevitably be commanded by the Dursleys to carry plates and food.

Normally, Harry would never have dared to secretly withhold some food, but the terms Dalia offered were too tempting.

Even though he was still worried that this might end in a bad joke or ridicule and disappointment, Harry still chose to obey his cousin's request, which seemed like a prank.

"Don't worry, today is not April Fool's Day——"

Dalia rolled out of bed and skillfully removed the cover of the bedside kerosene lamp.

"I have a lot of bedtime stories to tell tonight. I can't tell them when I'm hungry? Your letter is not that simple -"

"bed time story?"

"Well, something about magic, wizards, owls, and..."

Dalia forked a small piece of bacon, placed it next to the kerosene lamp and grilled it gently, and looked at Harry meaningfully.

"...About the dusty past of the man known as 'The Boy Who Lived'."

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry adopts a completely closed boarding system, so she must ensure that Harry will remember to write to her at school.

The best way to attract Harry's attention and improve his favor is to be the first to lead the way and open the door to the magical world for Harry.

But before that, she had to find out exactly where she was in time, and...

Are there any other strange changes in this world?

After all, Dudley in the original book didn't have a twin sister.