A sharp Hogwarts

toad?Live?

Harry and Ron looked at each other and shook their heads in confusion.

They did see a lot of chocolate frogs, although most of them ended up in their stomachs.

"No, but most magical pets are very spiritual," Dalia said. "When it wants to come out, it will naturally come out."

"Oh? Really - maybe. Anyway, I haven't seen such a statement in the book."

The little witch raised her eyebrows, shrugged noncommittally, and stared at the kitchen knife in Ron's hand.

"Oh, are you preparing to perform magic? Then let's open our eyes."

She stood by the door, looking Ron up and down with interest.

Ron was obviously taken aback and a little at a loss.

"Oh fine."

He cleared his throat.

"Sunshine, daisies, butter fragrance."

"Now turn this stupid fat rat yellow."

He waved his wand, but nothing happened.Banban was still gray and continued to squirm and twist.

Ron turned his head towards Harry and Dahlia and shrugged, looking a little helpless.

"Are you sure that's really a spell?" The little girl raised her eyebrows, "Well, it seems like the spell isn't very effective, is it?"

“No one in my family knows magic, so when I received the admission letter, our family was very surprised, but also very happy because, I mean, as far as I know, this is the best school in Europe. Magic School - I have memorized all the textbooks. Although I can't try some dishes because I don't have the ingredients, I think it shouldn't be a big problem. Moreover, I also tried to cook some simple magic dishes at home for pre-school practice. ——The result is not bad, some magic effects are very good, for example——”

She finished speaking in rapid succession and walked straight to Dalia's side and sat down.

Then, she opened her robes, took out a magic chef's knife and pointed it at Harry.

“Sausage and mashed potatoes—”

The tip of the magic knife crackled like an electric discharge.

The tape on Harry's glasses turned and disappeared in an instant, and the barely-glued frames returned to their intact appearance.

"Look, this fixes it - I read in the textbook that this is the most commonly used spell in the wizarding world."

She glanced at Harry, who took off his glasses to check and look at him in surprise, and raised her chin quite proudly and said.

"Fortunately, my mother also knows how to cook this dish. Although the magic part is a little different, it's generally pretty good. Oh, by the way, my name is Hermione Granger. By the way, what are your names? Name?" She looked around at the people in the box, her eyes lingering on the "Magic Potions and Potions" in Harry's hand for a moment.

"Ron Weasley," Ron muttered.

"Dalia, Dalia Dursley." Dalia looked at the chef's knife in Hermione's hand thoughtfully.

So, just as "French fries" corresponds to "fluorescence", "sausage and mashed potatoes" corresponds to "recovery as before"?

Is there any pattern between the dishes and magic derivatives in this world?

On the other side, Harry also put on his glasses again and glanced at Hermione with some gratitude.

"Thanks, Harry Potter - I mean, that's my name."

"Is it really you?!" Hermione's eyes widened in surprise and she said enthusiastically, "I've heard a lot about you - I bought a few extra reference books, "A History of Modern Magic", "The Dark "The Rise and Fall of Magic" and "Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century", you are mentioned in these books. You are a big celebrity in the magic world!"

"Me...mentioned in the book? Celebrity?" Harry said, suddenly feeling dizzy and nervous.

"Oh my gosh, you don't know that - you're the Boy-Who-Lived! I dare say there's no wizard who doesn't know that!"

Hermione said in disbelief that if it were her, she would definitely find a way to find all the books that mentioned her name.

"Oh, do you three know which house you will be sorted into? I asked everywhere before coming here. I hope to be sorted into Gryffindor. Everyone said that is the best. After all, Albus Dumbledore That's where I graduated from, but I guess Ravenclaw isn't too bad... Anyway - well, forget it, I think I'd better go find that toad again now, by the way, I suggest you start changing your clothes. If nothing else happens, we should be arriving at Hogwarts soon."

Before Harry and the others could answer anything, she finished a long speech by herself and left the box as hurriedly as when she appeared.

"Uh - what are the houses, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw..."

After the three of them looked at each other for several seconds, Harry blinked and was the first to break the silence.

"Hogwarts has four houses, and those are the house names: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin."

Ron explained, he raised his head and glanced at the re-closed compartment, "No matter which college she is assigned to, I don't want to be assigned to her. Judging from her tone, if she is assigned to the same college, I will definitely It's a nightmare." As he spoke, he threw the magic knife back into the suitcase glumly. "This magic is useless. George told me. I dare say he already knew that this was a 'blind cannon' magic weapon. Yao—that’s why he taught me so confidently that the one he fears most in our family is his mother.”

"Not necessarily. She's helping a friend she just met find a toad... She might sound a bit harsh, but she's definitely a good friend."

Dalia glanced at the gray mouse lying next to Ron. As for the magic spell just now - she didn't think it was just a problem with the magic itself.

If this gray mouse is really Peter Pettigrew, then with Ron's magic power, it is naturally impossible to have an effect on the body of an adult wizard.

As for the true identity of "Scabbers", there will be many ways to verify it after she arrives at Hogwarts Castle.

"Which college are your two oldest brothers from?" Compared to Dalia, Harry was obviously more concerned about the college's affairs.

"Gryffindor." Ron said, he seemed unhappy again, "Mom and dad also went to this house before. If I didn't go to that house, I don't know what they would say. Of course, if I was assigned to Raven There doesn't seem to be anything particularly bad about Crow and Hufflepuff. Anyway, no matter what, please don't sort me into Slytherin House."

He glanced at Harry, who was confused, and explained gloomily.

"I heard from my mother that most of the wizards who later turned evil came from Slytherin House. For example, You-Know-Who is one of them."

"Are you saying that Vol-I'm sorry, I mean, You-Know-Who also stayed at Hogwarts?!"

"Yes," Ron said, frowning, "But there are also rumors that he is not, because no one knows who he is-"

"Voldemort graduated from Hogwarts. But Slytherin House is not a bad school. I know there are many respectable wizards in it."

At this moment, Dalia suddenly spoke.

Ron shuddered involuntarily when he heard the name "Voldemort".

Harry raised his head and glanced at Dalia thoughtfully. He guessed that Dalia had probably "seen" something again.

"Well, now that your two brothers have graduated, what are they doing now?"

Before Harry could ask, Dalia took the initiative to change the subject. She wanted to know what wizards in this world did after they graduated from school.

"Charlie is studying fire dragons in Romania, and Bill is working for Gringotts in Africa." Ron said, "Have you heard about Gringotts? The Daily Prophet was full of them in those days, but you Living in a Muggle community, I don't think you'd see this newspaper - someone's trying to rob a highly secure underground vault."

Harry's eyes widened.

"Really? What happened next?"

"Nothing happened, and that's why it was such a big story. They weren't caught."

"My dad said that apparently only the most powerful Dark wizards could manage to escape Gringotts. But they didn't take anything, so that's the blame. Of course, whenever something like this happens, it's everyone's fault. People are worried that there is a mysterious person behind the incident, but of course I think this is impossible - the mysterious person has disappeared for almost ten years."

Harry turned the news over in his mind.Whenever he mentioned the mysterious person, he had a vague feeling of discomfort.

He thought that this might be an inevitable feeling when entering the magical world for the first time, but compared to when he could call Voldemort by his name without any scruples, it was not as comfortable as before.

"Speaking of which, which Quidditch team do you like?" Ron asked.

"Oh - I don't understand any of it," Dalia admitted frankly, "I'm a lady."

"What is Quidditch?" Harry asked confused.

"What!" Ron seemed stunned, "Oh, wait, this is the best entertainment in the world-"

Then he began to explain the four balls, the positions of the seven players, and vividly talked about several famous ball games that he and his brothers went to watch.

“Oh, the Chudley Cannons—that’s the greatest team.”

"They have created many epic games, and the most impressive one is undoubtedly the No. 13 championship."

Just when Ron was talking about his favorite Chudley Cannons' most representative game, the box door was pushed open again.

"Oh my God, there are people in this world who call trash like Chadli 'great'..."

"What do you think of the Mondros Magpies? The true god riding on the head of the 'Great Cannon' and winning the 32nd crown?"

With a slow exclamation, three boys walked in.

Harry immediately recognized the one in the middle as the pale boy he had met at Madam Malkin's Robe Shop.

He looked at the three of them with interest, and his eyes flickered when he fell on Dalia. He seemed a little scared, but soon made a nasal noise again.

"So, is it true?" he said in a long tone, ignoring Ron who stood up angrily and glared at him next to him, and looked at Dally sitting there with much greater interest than when he was in Diagon Alley. Harry opposite Ya said, "Everyone on the train is talking a lot. The famous Harry Potter is here. So, it should be you, right?"

"Yes," Harry said. He glanced at the other two boys. They were both short and chubby, just a little shorter than Dudley.

The two of them stood on the left and right behind the "boy", like a pair of his personal bodyguards.

"Oh, this is Crabbe, this is Goyle."

The pale boy noticed Harry looking at them and made a casual introduction, raising his throat and clearing his chin.

"My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy - Draco of Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus."

Ron coughed slightly and barely suppressed half of his laughter.

Draco Malfoy turned to look at him.

"You think my name is funny, don't you? No need to ask who you are, my father told me—"

He looked at Ron like he was looking at the merchandise from top to bottom, and snorted coldly.

"The Weasleys all have red hair, are full of freckles, and have too many children to raise. They wear rags and are better than beggars."

"Of course, I'm not surprised now. After all, something like the Chadley Artillery Corps, which is in the garbage dump of history, is surprisingly in tune with your family."

"Huh - champion fan? I've seen too many people like you. Of course, this is very Malfoy. Your family is just a wallflower."

Ron clenched his fists, glanced at the two Goyles standing behind Malfoy, and taunted each other tit for tat.

"Whatever you say - I'm not going to pick in the trash."

Malfoy raised his eyebrows high and looked at Ron with narrowed eyes, his tone full of mockery.

"Let me think about it, what was that rubbish slogan - 'We Will Conquer All'? Oh, no, that was 20 years ago."

"Oh, that's right, the Chudley Artillery Corps' current slogan is 'Let's all cross our fingers and be optimistic'. Oh, what a bunch of poor guys..."

He stopped talking to Ron, who was shaking with anger, and turned to look at Harry.

"You will soon find that there are many differences between wizarding and wizarding families, Potter. You don't want to make friends with other people. I can help you with that."

Malfoy stretched out his hand to shake Harry's hand, but Harry ignored him.

"Thanks, I think I can tell who is different." Harry said coldly.

Draco Malfoy's face did not flush, just a faint blush on his pale cheeks.

"If I were you, Potter, I would be very careful." He said slowly. "You should be more polite, otherwise you will follow the same path as your parents - they don't know what is good for them. If you Keep hanging out with shady people like the Weasleys, or your Muggle relatives, and you'll be affected too."

Harry and Ron jumped to their feet.Ron's face was as red as his red hair.

"Say it again." Ron clenched his fists.

"Oh, you want to fight, don't you?" Malfoy sneered.

clang!

Before Malfoy could finish his words, a metal plate hit his carefully taken care of hair.

In Ron's shocked eyes, "a certain lady" dropped the plate, grabbed Crabbe and Goyle by their collars with one hand, one on the left and the other on the right, and pushed Malfoy out together like a chicken. The person seemed to be wearing a candied haws and rolled onto the corridor.

Boys at this age are so weak, she can hit even Dudley, let alone these three little brats who are half a head shorter than her.

Dalia looked down at the three people who fell into a ball in the corridor, pulled out a kitchen knife and waved it in the distance.

"roll!"