A sharp Hogwarts

"Dalia, Uncle Vernon and the others..."

"Don't worry, they're fine - it's just a minor conflict."

As soon as Dalia returned to the box, Harry hurriedly stood up from his seat.

However, compared to her nervous little cousin, Dalia didn't have much to worry about.

Her last words of "Order of the Phoenix" obviously had an effect, and she saw Mrs. Weasley directly draw her knife and join the fight.

Not to mention Mrs. Weasley's fighting ability level, Vernon Dursley alone could actually beat that snobbery to the ground.

A fight between a wizard and a Muggle is not a glorious thing, and if a wizard draws a magic knife and attacks a Muggle... 9? The Auror guards near the platform are not a decoration.

The Auror on duty today is Kingsley Shacklebolt. Like Mrs. Weasley, Kingsley is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Don't forget, I am a prophet, I have everything under control..."

Dalia glanced at Harry who was hesitant to speak, calmed down his breathing, and spoke softly and incomprehensibly.

Although the process was a bit unexpected, the result was still within her plan, which of course meant she was in control of the overall situation.

"But……"

Harry blinked and said cautiously.

"D-Dalia, did you really forget your ticket at home?"

"The Eye of Heaven cannot detect itself! When you get to Hogwarts and ask the Divination Professor, you will know that this is the most basic common sense!"

Dalia's inscrutable atmosphere was instantly broken, and she waved her hand angrily.

Why does this 11-year-old kid have so many weird problems?

"Have you finished memorizing the Potions textbook? Why don't you hurry up and read it?!"

"Oh--"

Harry shrank his head and sat back in his seat.

Daria had told him before that his first penalty at school would be in Potions class.

The reason was not answering the Potions Master's question correctly - something Harry had been nervous about for weeks.

You know, Potions textbooks can be said to be the most special category of all courses.

Unlike other subjects, this course has two designated textbooks: "Magic Decoctions and Potions" and "Thousands of Magical Herbs and Mushrooms".

"You don't tell me what the problem is, how do I know..."

"Still talking back?!"

Dalia raised her voice and gave him an evil look.

Harry fainted for a moment, and obediently opened "Magic Potions and Potions" and read quietly.

In fact, at the very beginning, Dahlia thought about revealing to Harry the content of Snape's troubles.

However, after she opened "Magic Decoctions and Potions" and read it for a few seconds, this idea was completely given up - the exam question bank was completely different.

"... Wait until the bird soup is slightly boiling, add Ceylon tea bags and bay leaves and continue to simmer for about 5 to 10 minutes..."

"...take out the tea bag, squeeze out the soup and discard it, add Seris spice type 4 to the soup..."

"...Heat sesame oil over low heat, add minced garlic, minced ginger, and sliced ​​shallots one by one, stir-fry until the ingredients become soft and the aroma comes out..."

"Harry! Do you know what silent reading is - silent reading?!"

Dalia took a long breath and stared fiercely at her little cousin not far away.

"It's eleven o'clock now, lunch time is almost here, I don't want to listen to the recipes and wait for the cart to come-"

"But this is -" Harry raised the book in his hand with an innocent face, and the large words on the cover of the book were particularly conspicuous.

"Magic dishes and soups, those are recipes too!"

Dalia said a little irritably. This was the key to why she couldn't reveal the subject:

Potions, potions in this world are completely different...

Potions in this world are defined as specific magical dishes that produce magical effects when consumed!

Or to be more precise, the name of the course that Severus Snape is teaching should actually be called - Demonology!

"Okay - but there are a few things I don't understand, Dalia -"

"I also cook European soup..."

At this moment, the sliding door of the compartment suddenly opened.

A boy with fiery red hair was standing at the door somewhat cautiously.

"I'm sorry, is there anyone here?"

He glanced at the two people who were talking, pointed to the seat next to Harry and asked.

"Everywhere else is full, if you don't mind—"

"Not at all."

Before Harry could say anything, Dahlia smiled and shook her head.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to sit next to Harry.

He glanced at the textbooks spread out on the table, seemed a little uncomfortable, and thought about looking away.

"Uh, my name is Ron, Ron Weasley -" he said quickly, a little awkwardly.

"Dahlia, Dahlia Dursley. Just started school this year."

Dalia shrugged, and casually nodded her chin towards Harry, who was sitting opposite her, "This is my cousin, Harry, Harry Potter."

"Oh, y-h-h-Harry Potter?!"

Ron's voice was stuck in his throat, and he turned his head suddenly to look to the side, his mouth closed for a long time in surprise.

He looked at Harry sitting next to him in shock, his eyes so wide that they seemed about to fall out of their sockets.

"So...that's true?"

"I mean...you really have that...that..."

Ron stammered, raising his right hand and gesticulating beside his head several times.

"What?" Harry asked in confusion as he closed the textbook.

"...Scar?" Ron lowered his voice and said carefully.

"Oh yes--"

Harry replied with a smile, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead to reveal a lightning-shaped scar.

Ron's eyes widened even more.

"So, this is the mysterious man-"

"Yes," said Harry, "but I don't remember it anymore."

"Don't remember anything?" Ron said eagerly.

"Well - I only remember the dazzling green light and the shrill laughter. I don't remember anything else... Oops."

The words in Harry's mouth turned into a cry of pain before he finished speaking. He held his head and looked forward in confusion.

"Don't hold up your hair if you have nothing to do. Your scar is nothing special, and neither are you."

Dalia slowly put down the textbook in her hand, lowered her face and said seriously.

"Oh. Sorry."

"sorry."

The two boys swallowed and apologized in unison.

Ron suddenly realized what he was doing and quickly turned his attention to the window, as if he suddenly became interested in the fields outside.

Harry lowered his head and continued to read "Magic Potions and Potions", but this time he just moved his lips and did not read aloud.

"Hey, Ron. So you're here—"

The box door opened again.

A pair of twin brothers with fiery red hair walked in quickly.

They pushed a large suitcase over and piled it in the corner of the car.

"Here's your luggage. Remember to change your clothes later - listen, we're going to take a walk in the middle car."

"Lee Jordan got a big bag spider, do you want to come with us?"

"no!"

Ron grunted angrily.

Then, Ron seemed to have thought of something and looked at Harry eagerly.

"Oh, by the way, guess who they are-"

"Who? Why don't you let them guess our names?"

"Wow, Ron, you little brat, did you make friends so quickly?"

"Shut up!" said Ron. "That's Harry, Harry Potter - and across from him is his cousin Daria."

The two red-haired boys with playful smiles were stunned at the same time.

The two stared at Harry blankly, their eyes falling on his forehead in unison.

"Harry Potter?!"

"real?!"