A sharp Hogwarts

The cheers and applause from the Gryffindor House table attracted other teachers and students in the auditorium to look over.

Percy Weasley puffed out his chest, his prefect badge shining, and explained the duties of a prefect in a serious manner.

The Weasley twins were making trouble nearby, making it difficult for Percy to fully express what he meant.

"By the way, Dalia - this is the first round of veal pie..."

Harry pushed the plate and passed a sliced ​​triangular pie.

Ron also handed over a glass of juice, while retelling Dalia's story to the classmates next to him with great joy.

Now, Dalia could finally put aside the anxiety of these days and devote herself to the Hogwarts opening party.

…………

It has to be said that the grandeur of the Hogwarts opening banquet far exceeded Dalia's expectations.

In her original imagination, Hogwarts meals were at best an upgraded version of British cuisine, with roasted and boiled dishes accounting for the vast majority.

But when Dalia saw the exquisite Italian lasagna and the classic French beef stew with white sauce, she instantly realized her mistake.

The current Hogwarts Castle is not the food desert in the original book.

This is the oldest and most top magic school in the European magic world based on various wonderful food -

Perhaps British cuisine is relatively shabby, but when the scope is expanded to the entire Europe, even the eight major Chinese cuisines are not without power.

more importantly……

"What is that? No, I mean-"

Dalia looked at the dining area not far away in shock, not even noticing the cheese sauce on the lasagna slipping.

In the center of the Hogwarts dining table is a magical dining area that refreshes intermittently. As time goes by, the dishes in the central area will be updated.

And now should be the "soup" update time. Various thick soups, thick soups, thin soups... and even fruit and vegetable soups are "refreshed" on the dinner plate one by one.

However, compared to those traditional European soups, Dalia's attention fell entirely on the small cups in the middle.

Inside the impeccable white porcelain cup, a cabbage heart bloomed like a lotus flower, and the soup was crystal clear.

"Why, why—"

Dalia's eyes widened, and she subconsciously reached out and brought a cup over.

It looks clear like white water, but it smells of a rich and honest aroma.

"Oh, Steamed Cabbage Soup, you have quite a good taste, Miss Dursley."

Percy Weasley turned his head and looked at Dalia, and introduced with a smile, "This is the most representative foreign magical soup in Gryffindor House for centuries."

As he spoke, he also took a cup and took a deep breath intoxicatedly.

"That's right - it was definitely cooked by Dumbledore himself."

"Professor Dumbledore...his cooking is so delicious?"

Harry turned his head in confusion. He looked at the soup in Percy and Dahlia's hands, confused.

"Furthermore, Gryffindor House's representative food - I thought that most of Gryffindor House's special dishes would be spicy..."

"The cooking is so delicious?" Percy said in shock, "He is Albus Dumbledore! The top wizard in the wizarding world today! But you are right, this boiled cabbage is indeed not in line with the Grammar. It’s the usual style of Findor Academy, but this is how this dish is considered internationally – do you want to try it, Harry?”

Harry nodded in understanding, imitating Percy's example and stretched out his hand to put a cup of soup in front of him.

The dishes in the central area of ​​the Hogwarts dining table seem to be inexhaustible. When a student takes away a dish, a new one will appear immediately.

"...Magic soup from abroad?"

Dalia stirred the spoon and whispered curiously.

"So, Professor Dumbledore also has a lot of magical dishes like boiled cabbage?"

"Well, I don't know the specifics, but I heard that this is the only way to become a top wizard."

Percy shook his head and glanced at the white porcelain cup at hand with a complicated look, "However, only a very small number of people are qualified to embark on that new path."

He looked a little embarrassed and didn't want to continue talking about the topic.

"all in all--"

He said quickly, stood up, took a lot of food from the plate in front of him, and stuffed it all at once for Dalia and Harry.

"These are contents that only senior students will be exposed to. You are too far away from any exotic magic. The most important thing for you now is to eat more!"

"There are too few opportunities for Hogwarts professors to cook in person, and the opening banquet is considered to be the highest-level event."

During the subsequent meal time, Dalia also knew enough not to inquire further.

You know, Ollivander once said something similar - obviously, when a wizard reaches a certain stage, he will face a bottleneck similar to a major realm breakthrough.

In fairy novels in the Eastern world, people often take some magical medicine or practice exercises.But in the magical world, learning and absorbing different systems of magical cuisine concepts is most likely the most conventional way to break through. This also confirms Ollivander's previous point of view: Her biggest advantage is that there are no bottlenecks.

This involves time travel and some more mysterious and philosophical issues. Dalia does not want to expose herself continuously on the first day of school.

As Percy said, her most important task now is to eat more - to appreciate the uniqueness of wizard cuisine.

…………

After everyone had filled their stomachs, the rest of the food disappeared from the plates.

The dinner plate became as clean as ever, and after a while, dessert appeared.

There are all kinds of ice cream flavors, including apple pie, syrup pie, chocolate sponge cake, fried jam donuts, candied vegetable pudding, fruits, jelly...

The last dignity of Britain's "food desert" finally appeared, with a dazzling array of desserts covering every corner of the table.

Dalia took a piece of chocolate sponge cake, and the conversation at the dinner table turned from food to their families.

"I'm half and half," Seamus said. "My dad was a chemical engineer - a Muggle, and my mom didn't tell dad she was a witch until after she got married."

"I heard that my mother lit a dynamite in front of my father and put it back together at the last second, which scared him badly."

Everyone laughed, except Dalia who silently moved a few centimeters to the side.

It seems that the "explosion wizards" in this world line may be more dangerous - it's true if you think about it carefully, after all, the wizards here deal with fire and knives every day.

"What about you, Neville?" Ron asked curiously.

"Well, I was raised by my grandma, and she was a witch."

Neville said, shrinking his head involuntarily, as if he was a little scared.

"But for so many years, our family has always treated me as a Muggle, and they have tried many methods..."

After listening to Neville's story, Harry blinked with fear - it seemed that... being born into a magical family was not always a good thing.

If the Dursleys wanted to force him to show magic, then his childhood would probably be even more miserable than Neville's.

After all, judging from Neville's stories, he faces various surprises almost every day.

On the other side of Harry, Dahlia, Percy, and Hermione were discussing their Hogwarts homework, which happened to be Transfiguration, which he hadn't previewed much.

"I heard that transfiguration is one of the most difficult subjects, but it is also very magical. You see, you can change the shape of an object with a wave of your wrist."

"Then you have to learn from the basics, such as cutting winter melon slices, carving pumpkin flowers, etc. We studied for more than half a year..."

"Knife skills practice? But what I don't understand is, how do you carve a watch into a flying owl?"

"That is a deeper magic. The essence of carving and modifying things is common -"

After listening to a short paragraph, Harry felt dizzy and wanted to sleep. He turned his head helplessly and looked at the staff table.

Hagrid was toasting and drinking, and Professor McGonagall was whispering something to Professor Dumbledore.

Professor Quirrell, with his head wrapped in a ridiculous scarf, was facing away from him, talking to a professor with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin.

While the professor was talking to Quirrell, he looked over the back of Quirrell's head towards Harry.

He remembered that Dalia had introduced the professor's name...Severus Snape.

"oops--"

Harry suddenly raised his hand to cover his forehead.

It happened in an instant, just as Professor Snape's eyes met his, a burning pain suddenly surged from the scar on Harry's forehead.

"What's wrong?" Dalia frowned and asked with concern.

"No-nothing-"

Harry shook his head and rubbed his forehead vigorously.

The burning pain seemed to come suddenly and disappeared in an instant.

"That's Professor Snape, and Professor Quirrell...you just looked at each other, right?"

Dalia followed Harry's gaze and felt a sudden realization - it seemed that Voldemort on the back of Quirrell's head had just opened his eyes.

"That Professor Snape is still watching..."

Harry opened his mouth, looked ahead uneasily, and whispered with lingering fear.

"Don't worry, Professor Snape is not a bad person, he just has strict requirements. You will know it later."

Dalia shrugged, of course she knew what Harry was going to say, "I know what you are thinking, your scar hurting has nothing to do with Professor Snape -"

Isn't it just Snape who looks here from time to time? After all, Harry has Lily's emerald eyes.

Before Harry could continue to speak, Dahlia rubbed his head nonchalantly.

"Okay, it's not the scar on your forehead that he's looking at, don't worry about it—"

"But—well, okay."

Harry stared at Snape for a moment, but Snape didn't look at him again.

Instead... he kept staring at Dalia thoughtfully.

Harry was a little worried for no reason. He always felt that the professor didn't look like a good person...

After a few minutes, the dessert disappeared from the table.

Professor Dumbledore stood up, briefly announced a few precautions, and led everyone to sing the school song, and the banquet came to an end.

Students from each college followed the prefects of their respective colleges and walked out of the auditorium in an orderly manner and headed to the lounges of their respective colleges.

Harry's attention was quickly drawn to the moving stairs and portraits.

Before he could memorize the complicated stairs and corridors, they were guided by Percy through the Fat Lady's portrait and climbed into the Gryffindor House lounge.Before Harry could even say goodbye to Daria, the two separated at the spiral staircase and entered their respective dormitories.

Maybe...that Professor Snape is really a good person?Do you want Dalia to try to predict something?

Harry thought drowsily as he lay on the bed.

He planned to wake up and warn Dalia.

But when he woke up, the incident was completely forgotten.