A sharp Hogwarts

Car, ticket? !

"Ahem, I don't need it. I really don't need it."

Dalia shuddered suddenly, shook her hands and stepped back with a smile, complaining secretly in her heart.

"No need to go to such trouble, the train will leave soon. Then I can just nuzzle Harry and eat together -"

"That's not okay! This is our right!"

Vernon Dursley said gruffly, grinning maliciously.

"I understand this very well, hey - taking kickbacks, right? Boy - this is part of your job, right?"

"Dalia, let me tell you something. At this time, you have to protect your own rights. Give him the ticket. If he doesn't give an explanation today, it won't work."

"I said...I forgot just now. Who would remember so many terms-"

The middle-aged wizard looked like a deflated balloon when facing Vernon Dursley, who was blowing his beard and staring.

He turned around helplessly and spread his hands towards Dalia.

"Okay, okay—give me the ticket."

"Uh--"

Dalia took another step back.

Penny came over, protected Dalia, and comforted her softly.

"Don't be afraid, sweetheart. Just give it to him, we are here, he doesn't dare to do anything..."

"But - well -"

Dalia looked around helplessly and sighed in resignation.

I have no choice but to act on the spot.

"Well, let me think about it...it seems to be in the pocket..."

"Huh - why not. Oh yes, I remember it was in my schoolbag -"

"It's strange. Did I put it in the suitcase? Well, let me go up and open the suitcase and look for it first -"

Under the gaze of everyone, Dalia rummaged through the bags around her, then opened the pink schoolbag behind her and rummaged through.

Just when she was about to take the opportunity to slip into the car and just stay on the car until the train departed, a figure suddenly blocked the boarding pedal.

"Oh? It seems...you don't have a ticket with you?"

The middle-aged wizard glanced at Vernon with a half-smile and said softly in a businesslike manner.

"That's too bad. The Hogwarts Express is full of students. According to the regulations, of course you can't get on the train without a ticket-"

"I told you, my ticket is in the suitcase - and I have the letter from Hogwarts and the magic knife!"

"Oh - there are too many people with magic knives on this platform."

The middle-aged wizard's mouth curved with pleasure, and he glanced at the anxious little witch below.

Before Dahlia could continue to speak, he stepped aside to make a gap, smiled at Harry and nodded.

"Of course, I'm not unkind - Mr. Potter has the ticket, you can ask him to help you go up and look for it first..."

"Well, Dalia, don't worry, I'll get it for you right now."

Harry also realized that the other party was deliberately making things difficult, bent down, and ran back to the train quickly.

"Eh--"

Dalia blinked and watched as Harry rushed back to the carriage.

It’s over, this time… it’s completely over——

After a few minutes.

"Harry, if you search carefully again, you can't be careless!"

"That's right...boy, do you think it was stuck in a certain book and accidentally used as a bookmark or something?"

On the platform of King's Cross station, the train timetable dial was about to point to eleven o'clock.

The Dursleys asked anxiously as they looked at Harry who had returned again.

"Really do not have--"

Harry panted, shook his head, and said hesitantly.

"How about I go up and take a closer look..."

"Oh - no need, I may not have time to linger anymore - it's time to leave."

The middle-aged wizard suddenly interrupted. He patted Harry on the shoulder and pushed him back into the carriage.

Then, he walked down briskly and raised his hand to remove the chain that sealed the car door.

"Okay, obviously, you just didn't bring your ticket, right?"

"You bastard, you clearly know that Dalia is a witch. She has a magic knife and a letter from Hogwarts."

Vernon's fists clenched. If it weren't for the cold chef's knife in the opponent's right hand, he would have given this guy a taste of his fists.

"Oh my, there are too many witches. Europe is not just Hogwarts, a school of magic, right? Besides, I'm just a ticket collector at platform 9?. If you have a ticket, you can get on the train. If you don't have a ticket, you can't. Get in the car, this is the rule of the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, how do I know you don’t want to take the opportunity to sneak into Hogwarts Castle?”

The middle-aged wizard grinned again as he spoke, appearing even more unkind, and smiled and shrugged at Dalia.

"I'm very sorry, you may not be able to get on the bus - of course you can write to Hogwarts, maybe a professor will come to pick you up -"

In fact, similar situations have not happened before, although the circumstances may be different.

However, occasionally there will be students who miss the Hogwarts Express, and Hogwarts will have professors to deal with it.

As for the punishment from the Ministry of Magic?He wasn't worried at all.

He didn't break the rules at all, and at best he wasn't very flexible.

"You bastard—"

Vernon's eyes widened and he was shaking with rage.

At this moment, Penny looked at Dalia, and then at the red steam locomotive lying on the track.

This scene……

She seems to have seen it somewhere before...

Oh, by the way, when she accompanied her parents to send Lily to Hogwarts more than ten years ago...

At that time, she tried her best to write a letter to Dumbledore, but she only received a cold rejection...

In order to go to that magical world, she tried almost every effort she could make...

Without magical talent, she couldn't even take a hilt from Ollivander, even if she could carry Lily's textbook...

Wait—Ollivander!

At this moment, Petunia suddenly recalled what Dalia had confessed to her in front of Ollivander's Smithy.

Previously, she focused more on her daughter's "prophecy" and "prophet" abilities.

Now that I think about it carefully, the information Dalia said at that time was not only this...

For example, there is also the sentence "There is no Professor Slughorn"...

Could it be that……

You know, Dalia is her daughter.

Penny's mind trembled violently as she thought of a possibility.

"Dalia, tell me the truth -"

Penny slowly knelt down, stared into Dalia's eyes, and asked softly.

"From beginning to end, have you never received it at all...even if you have that talent..."

"I--"

Dalia opened her mouth but said nothing.

At the same time, the piercing train whistle suddenly sounded.

The wheels of the Hogwarts Express turned and slowly began to move forward.

"As expected of my daughter. Amazing."

Penny laughed and took a deep look at the thin, somewhat mean middle-aged woman in Dalia's eyes.

Before anyone could react, Penny suddenly stood up, opened her arms and rushed toward the middle-aged wizard.

"What are you doing—"

"Dursley! Help me!"

She twisted the wizard's limbs like a devouring she-wolf, preventing him from wielding the knife or moving.

Mr. Dursley was stunned for half a second, and then reacted immediately - he rushed forward, and together with his wife, suppressed the frightened and angry wizard.

"What are you still doing? Dalia! Get in the car quickly!"

"I'm proud of you, go ahead!"

"Run! Quick!"

The whistle sounded again, echoing in the misty steam.

The train started, Dalia gritted her teeth and ran towards the accelerating train.

She stared closely at the doorknob close to her, silently counting down the numbers in her mind.

three two--

One!

She jumped up with all her strength and firmly grasped the dazzling silver door handle with both hands.

It worked!

Ignoring the joy in her heart, Dalia quickly looked back.

She saw the middle-aged wizard throwing Petunia away with one hand and wrestling with Mr. Dursley.

On the platform further back, people finally noticed the fight that took place on the platform at the rear of the train, but most people stayed away.

Suddenly, a flash of red flashed across Dalia's eyes... She saw a little girl chasing the train.

as well as--

The short, fat witch behind the little girl.

The backbone of the Weasley family, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and one of the most powerful witches: Molly Weasley.

Dalia's eyes suddenly lit up and she shouted to the back with all her strength.

"Mrs. Weasley!"

"Molly! Phoenix Society!"

"Hurry and help them! Help them, Phoenix——"

Mrs. Weasley was stunned for half a second, seemingly confused for a moment.

Then she saw a sharp chef's knife slide out of Mrs. Weasley's sleeve.

Dalia had been watching Mrs. Weasley, and just before the train turned the corner, the dazzling brilliance of the curse lit up.

"call--"

Dalia let out a long breath.

She felt like her heart was beating fast.

She didn't know what would happen in the future, nor how she would explain it later.

but……

Dalia took a deep breath, opened the door connecting the carriages, and walked in.

At least from now on, her magical world has officially begun - she must enter Hogwarts!