A sharp Hogwarts

In the last month before Hogwarts starts school, the atmosphere at No. 4 Privet Drive is extremely tense.

On the night after returning from Diagon Alley, Petunia Dursley and her husband had a big fight, which scared Dudley and Harry and hid in Dahlia's room.

To be honest, the Dursleys had never argued so fiercely - if the neighbor hadn't called the police, they might have been arguing until dawn.

No one knew what they were arguing about, and when the police arrived, they acted as if nothing had happened, and the children were sent back to their rooms.

However, judging from what happened at the dinner table the next morning, it was clear that Penny was the winner.

Harry finally no longer had to live in the cupboard, and he no longer had to do the chores and menial work at home.

Dudley's toy room was packed up and used as his bedroom. As for the toys that had nowhere to be placed, they were temporarily piled in Dalia's piano room.

Of course, Mr. Dursley also made an exchange - Harry was not allowed to perform magic at No. 4 Privet Drive, and he, his owl, and magic book were not allowed to be brought into the living room.

However, in Harry's opinion, these requests from Mr. Dursley had no practical effect.

Because Dalia often read openly in the living room with her school textbooks in her arms, all he had to do was sit next to her and read along.

In fact, Mr. Dursley couldn't control Dahlia at all, partly because Dahlia was not afraid of him in the first place, and partly because of the pressure from Petunia Dursley.

Mr. Dursley chose to turn a blind eye to any behavior Dahlia displayed and any magical books she read.

Dahlia was forbidden from cooking magical dishes in the kitchen - that was Vernon Dursley's only bottom line.

In addition, Dalia can take apart the magic knife and occasionally help cut potatoes or something to hone her knife skills in advance.

As for Harry's practice, most of it can only be done in his own room. Of course, Harry also has happiness that Dalia does not have - he has a snow-white, beautiful owl, and Dalia originally wanted to name it "Lily" "Half-Blood Prince", or "Potter's Half-Blood Prince", but Harry seemed to have noticed the little naughtiness hidden in her proposal.

After failing to tamper with the world line, Harry's little snowy owl finally got his original name "Hedwig".

Dahlia told Harry that this was a name she found in the History of Magic. When Harry saw the name in the book, some anxiety suddenly arose.

His grades in school weren't too bad, but they weren't great either... As the first day of school approached, Harry suddenly began to worry about whether he would become the bottom student at Hogwarts.

From then on, Harry began to stay in his room for long periods of time, studying his school textbooks carefully.

He lay in bed, often reading until late at night, while Hedwig flew in and out of the open window to her heart's content, telling him by the way whether the lights next door were turned off.

In this house, Hedwig was most afraid of Dalia, especially when Hedwig once landed on Dalia's desk with a dead mouse in its mouth, and was grabbed by the runaway Dalia's wings, lifted to the kitchen chopping board, and threatened. After a pass.But Harry knew that Dalia actually liked Hedwig: the simple owl hut on the roof was built by Dalia herself.

The owl's letter changed not only the attitude of the Dursleys, but also Dalia's impression in Harry's mind.

Mysterious, smart, powerful but also hidden in tenderness...

Although Dalia's magic knife is not as elegant, its visual impact is much more fierce than the chef's knife.

Comparing the two, Harry suddenly felt that his "twin magic knife" and Voldemort's "twin magic knife" did not seem to be very dangerous.

However, compared to Harry, who was gradually adapting to the existence of magic, Dahlia was not in a good mood.

As the first day of Hogwarts approached, she was like a walking powder keg, and not even Mr. Dursley dared to speak loudly at the dinner table.

The Dursleys interpreted the situation as "puberty back-to-school syndrome."

But only Dalia knew that she was upset about other things.

…………

The last day of August, Dalia's bedroom.

The blue velvet curtains were drawn tightly, and the room was dark.

"So……"

Dalia took a deep breath and recalled the description in "Basic Magic Level [-]".

Different from the simple chanting of spells and swinging a knife in her imagination, this magical world has an extra step in the presentation of magic.

Wizards must follow fixed and rigorous steps to cook magical dishes themselves. After eating and digesting them, they can awaken fixed magical abilities.

The definition of "personally" is - the ingredients have been processed by the magic knife, and the whole cooking process has been completed by the wizard himself - only in this way can magic be awakened.

The proficiency of magic comes from the completion quality of magic dishes, while the power of magic depends on the level of magic dishes and the blessing of the wizard's magic power.

Since the Dursleys restricted Dahlia and Harry's access to the kitchen, she had to wait until she entered school to try most of the magical dishes.

Of course, these days, Dalia still found an opportunity to secretly complete a very simple magic dish.

Judging from the effect described in the textbook, it should correspond to the light spell in the original work.

It’s just that the spell is not the “luminescent flash” that Dalia is familiar with.

But -

"French fries……"

Dalia held the kitchen knife flat and carefully swung it according to the trajectory in the textbook.

Next, a faint light quickly lit up along the thick back of the kitchen knife.

An almost invisible fluorescence clung to the blade's surface, as if it might go out at any time.

"...Completely, no progress."

Dalia looked at the glimmer of light in her hand that was almost equivalent to a vision, and the corner of her mouth twitched helplessly.

Just as described in the textbook, she could clearly perceive the "awakening" magic spell of light.

It seemed to be an instinct imprinted deep in her soul. She awakened after eating French fries, and the spell-casting process was also very smooth.

In fact...

"Fluorescent... flashing!"

Dalia shook her wrist slightly, and light spots like fireflies floated out from the blade.

She can freely direct the light spots to wander around, and can even tamper with the content of the spell at will.

According to the description in "Basic Spells Level [-]", this is an almost perfect quality.

In terms of spell proficiency alone, she has almost reached the theoretical extreme - but the fit and effect are not even as good as the firefly's tail.

boom!

wow-

"So, what went wrong..."

Dalia slapped the kitchen knife in her hand on the table angrily and opened the curtains.

The bright moonlight poured in from the window, instantly swallowing up her pitifully dim "magic fluorescence".

The ticket for the Hogwarts Express has not yet been settled, and she has encountered trouble in her own magic learning. This is really...

Dalia put her hands on the window sill, looked at the deserted streets outside, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

Harry, who was reading a book seriously next door, raised his head when he heard the sound, and sighed helplessly at Hedwig, who also raised his head warily.

At the same time, the Dursleys and his wife on the big bed in the master bedroom also exchanged helpless looks.

"Alas, Dalia (cousin)'s daily rampage time has come again——"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"