A sharp Hogwarts

"Are you really Harry?"

"Ron, the kid is lying, isn't he?"

The Weasley twins came over curiously and asked quickly one after the other.

Harry didn't know who to answer first, but luckily Ron took the question.

"I asked him. I saw the scar," Ron said, gesturing to his forehead. "It's really right there, like a bolt of lightning."

Facing the curious eyes in front of him, Harry reluctantly lifted his hair again.

"Absolutely——"

"cool."

"Ahem, ahem?!"

Before the Weasley brothers could see clearly, Harry let down his hair quickly as if he was electrocuted, accompanied by Dalia's dissatisfied nasal voice.

However, compared to Ron who kept staring at the scar, the Weasley twins obviously had more other problems.

"So, the rumors are true?! Then do you still remember the appearance of the mysterious man? Harry."

"Oh, and there are dark dishes! Did the mysterious person light a fire in your house?!"

"Is the mysterious man's magic sword a basic or advanced sword?"

The two of them excitedly surrounded Harry, asking questions quickly.

Even after experiencing the "small fan meeting" at the Leaky Cauldron, Harry still didn't know how to deal with it.

At this moment, Dalia suddenly darkened her face.

"Go, go—out—"

"Aren't you going to see the bag spider? Go quickly -"

Dalia stood up and half pushed and half rushed the twin brothers out of the cubicle.

Calculating the time, these two troublemakers are only 13 years old and almost as tall as Ron.

At this point in time, the well-developed Dalia has an overwhelming advantage in both height and strength.

In less than half a minute, the two of them screamed strangely and were kicked out of the cubicle by her.

"Ron, be careful with this strange girl——"

"If you are scared, just come to us in the middle of the carriage and we will play with spiders with you."

"Goodbye."

Ron and Dalia spoke at the same time.

He stood up on his own initiative and closed the compartment door angrily.

"Sorry, they two can be quite annoying sometimes, but they don't have bad intentions."

Ron looked back at Harry who said nothing, "And spiders, I...well, I have a little shadow of that thing..."

"Yeah, I can see that." Dalia nodded.

Obviously, Ron in this version of the world line is still born with a "weak spider".

"So, those two boys just now -" Harry looked at Ron's fiery red hair and the small freckles on his cheeks.

"They are my brothers, Fred and George Weasley, who have just entered their third year at Hogwarts."

Ron scratched his cheek and explained, glancing at Dalia as he spoke.

"Well, I have an older brother, Percy, who's in fifth grade."

For a moment, he almost saw his mother coming - that kind of momentum was a bit scary.

"Are your whole family wizards? Everyone is magic?"

Harry asked, somewhat curious about what a pure wizarding family looked like.

"Uh-huh, yes, I think so." Ron said, "I heard that my mother has a distant cousin who works as an accountant in a Muggle bank, but we never talk about him."

"So you have been surrounded by magic since you were born, and everyone and everything in your family is free to perform and talk about magic?"

Harry looked at Ron with some longing, and the envious look in his eyes made Ron feel a little embarrassed.

"Well, almost - sort of. Every magical family should be like this, right?"

"Wow! Then you must know a lot of magic?"

"Uh--"

Ron blinked his eyes and opened and closed his mouth.

His expression suddenly felt awkward, he mumbled something vaguely, and immediately sat down on the suitcase beside him.

"Oh, let's not talk about that. I heard that you have been living with Muggle relatives." Ron said, "How are they? Those Muggles."

"There are good and bad, of course, most of the time it's good -" Harry glanced at Dalia and said without thinking, "But my aunt, uncle and cousin don't know magic, and we never talk about it at home. Magic. Well, it would be great if I had three wizard brothers like you, so that Dalia and I wouldn't know everything..."

"Five."

Ron said, suddenly becoming a little sullen.

"I'm the sixth person in my family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I should follow their example."

"Bill and Charlie have graduated. Bill is the Head Boy and Charlie is the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Now Percy is a prefect. Although Fred and George are naughty, their grades are top-notch." . Everyone thinks they are very interesting, and everyone hopes that I will be like them."

"But then again, even if I could do it, it wouldn't be that big of a deal - because they did it before me."

"And when you have five brothers, you never have to use anything new. I wear Bill's old robes, the magic knife that Charlie got rid of, and the rat that Percy didn't want."

Ron said dullly, reaching into his inner pocket and taking out a fat gray mouse, which was sleeping soundly.

mouse--?

Is Peter Pettigrew's Animagus there too?

Dalia narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at "it" calmly.

The mouse looked like it had suffered a lot, as it was missing a finger from the front of its left paw - a perfect fit!

"His name is Scabbers. He's never been useful. He can't wake up all day. When Percy became a prefect, his father gave him an owl. They couldn't afford it—"

"I mean, just give me the mouse anyway."

Ron's ears turned red. He seemed to feel that he had talked too much, and he began to turn his head to look at the receding fields outside the window.

"Actually, it's not a big deal if I can't afford an owl -" Dalia suddenly said, "Look, I don't even have a pet."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about in old clothes." Harry shrugged and told Ron his story openly.

For example, he always wore Dudley's old clothes, and he almost never received a decent birthday present - except this year's luminous watch, cake and Hedwig, never.

Harry and Dalia's words obviously made Ron feel better, and the three gradually started chatting again.

"Oh, by the way, Ron—"

At this moment, Dalia suddenly frowned.

Dalia suddenly remembered a question that the Weasley twins had asked Harry just now.

"Just now Fred and George said... dark cuisine - what does that mean? I mean, I have only heard of black magic and dark wizards -"

"Oh, that's a term used in the wizarding world to describe dishes that use evil ingredients, evil techniques, or are otherwise very evil and dark."

Ron explained casually, "You know that magic dishes are accompanied by magic spells. Anyway, those dishes that can give birth to 'very bad' magic spells are mostly dark dishes."

"Dark... Cuisine——"

Dalia nodded thoughtfully and repeated it softly.

"So... I guess they must look terrible and taste terrible?"

She was very familiar with dark cuisine—the inevitable enemy of food lovers.

In almost an instant, dozens of ominous things appeared in Dalia's mind.

"Not necessarily. I heard from my mother that most of them taste pretty good."

Ron shook his head slowly, spread his hands and looked at Dalia and said with some uncertainty.

"Of course, I've never seen one. I've heard that some of them look scary or have bad side effects."

"But one thing I know is that dark cuisine is very easy to win. Most dark cuisine can usually surpass the challenge in the competition-"

"Victory?! Wait—aren't wizards not chanting spells to compete, but... uh... cooking to compete with others?"

Dalia was stunned for half a second and looked at Ron in confusion, feeling a strong sense of disobedience suddenly arise.

Magic knives and food magic are outrageous. There won’t be a Shoji in this world, right? !

"Huh? Of course not-"

Ron glanced at Dalia with a strange expression and said in confusion.

"We are not barbarians. The purpose of learning magic is certainly not to fight people in the duel field."

"Generally speaking, if everyone has a conflict, or when they want to rank up their magical powers, most of them will use magic dishes to talk."

"Uh - you won't tell me that Professor Dumbledore... is actually a top magical chef?"

Dalia's expression was a little broken, she felt...

The magical world she was familiar with...

It seems to be about to collapse...