A sharp Hogwarts

Hogwarts has no entrance exams and no open admissions.

Likewise, Hogwarts does not accept any unsolicited registration or recommendation.

The admission notice sent by Hogwarts is the only admission certificate for young wizards.

Dursley...

Miss Dursley...

Dalia stared blankly at the envelope in her hand, looking back and forth several times.

Yes, her name was clearly written on the letter paper. This was the owl letter that she had been dreaming about.

Theoretically speaking, from this moment on, her magical world truly opens up - instead of being a bystander as she thought before.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...as long as there is this letter...but...why..."

Dalia murmured, and before her eyes appeared the majestic castle, the broomstick flying in the sky, all kinds of wonderful and beautiful magical animals and plants...

She saw the giant squid stretching out its tentacles to grab crumbs from the sparkling black lake, saw the stone statue holding a two-handed giant sword falling to the ground with a muffled sound, and saw the golden snitch in the four-color stands with three tall golden goal ring posts. While flying, I saw the fire dragon roaring into the sky from the hill-like pile of gold coins and treasures, and I saw the frail little bird spreading its wings and turning into a gorgeous and beautiful fire phoenix...

These illusions were so real, the golden-red hot flames seemed to be dancing right in front of her eyes, and she could even smell a hint of the burnt flames.

Um?and many more--

The flames are burning...scorched? !

"Dalia! Letter! Your letter! Letter, letter, letter!"

At this moment, Harry's panicked voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

Dalia suddenly came back to her senses and saw a hot, bright fire quickly engulfing the bottom of her letter.

Blown by the night wind, the flame of the kerosene lamp without a lampshade swayed left and right, and at some point it caught the end of the letter in her hand.

Oops!

Her precious acceptance letter!

Dalia was startled, and without thinking, she stretched out her hand to grab the spreading flames.

This is not the version that Harry made thousands of copies of. If it is burned, it may be gone!

puff--

It was as if some invisible soap bubble had been popped.

The expected burning pain did not appear, and her hand firmly touched the end of the letter that was supposed to be burnt.

As the tip of Dalia's index finger touched the flame, the flame attached to the page quietly exploded and turned into countless tiny golden-red light spots.

Immediately afterwards, tiny golden-red fire spots flashed rapidly.

The scattered light spots danced like fireflies, circling and flying towards Dalia.

In less than half a second, all the golden-red light spots penetrated into Dalia's skin, leaving no trace.

"Huh? What on earth is this-"

Dalia was stunned, and mottled light and shadow suddenly passed in front of her eyes.

As if going back in time, she saw herself returning to No. 4 Privet Drive, back to the living room where envelopes were flying everywhere.

then……

Time continues to go backwards...

She saw the letter that suddenly appeared on her chest.

The letter did not fall from the sky, but seemed to be held in her chest.

It slowly deformed and thickened, turning into a thin old book—the book she held in her chest like a treasure.

Dalia suddenly understood.

She did not come into this world alone.

Arriving into this world with her was the book "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone".

Just like its mission in the past, it also fulfilled its mission faithfully in this world - to open up that wonderful magical world for her.

"Dalia? Dalia? Are you okay?"

"Oh it's all right--"

Following Harry's voice, the mottled light and shadow in front of Dalia's eyes gradually disappeared.

She came back to her senses, carefully folded the letter in her hand, and hid it in her inner pocket.

The letter from Hogwarts is only an admission intention, and there is an owl reply process for formal admission confirmation.

Obviously, if she wants to successfully enter Hogwarts, she must take the "admission" line specially prepared for Harry:

According to the plot in the original book, Hogwarts will send Rubeus Hagrid to personally invite Harry - and even better, Hagrid carries an owl messenger with him.

There were still 24 hours before Hagrid's arrival. Before then, she had to protect the envelope carefully, especially not to let her parents discover anything strange.

At the same time, Harry finally recovered from his panic and looked at Dalia in confusion.

The magic really existed and was happening right in front of him!

He saw with his own eyes the brilliant firelight under Dalia's fingertips and the letter that seemed like a step back in time.

As the gorgeous magic fire dissipated, he finally believed that all this was not a clumsy prank, but more confusion followed.

Harry's confusion exploded in his head like fireworks, and he didn't know what to ask first - he seemed to have never understood his cousin.

After a while, he stammered:

"So...Dalia, why do you say you are a Muggle? You are obviously a witch."

Uh--

Isn't it, the time travel gift package was opened a little slowly.

"Actually, I also——"

Dalia blinked, her gaze touched Harry's confused eyes, and the explanation that was about to slip to her lips suddenly stopped.

etc--

Thinking about it carefully, now seems like an opportunity?

A God-given opportunity that gives her the opportunity to control the overall plot!

As a time traveler who knows the plot well, at least in the early stages, everything is under her control.

"Ahem - yes, as you can see, I am a witch."

Dalia coughed lightly, looked at Harry deeply, and said inscrutably.

"To be more precise, I am a prophet..."

"Sometimes, fragments of history will emerge before my eyes, showing some of the things that will happen in the past, present, and future."

"This is a gift and a curse - I originally planned to get along with you as a 'Muggle', but I didn't expect that I couldn't escape my fate."

"...Curse? Destiny?" Harry swallowed, a little scared.

"Unknown, Harry - old age unknown."

Dalia said softly, looking at Harry solemnly.

"You are my blood relative in this world, my magical blood relative, Harry."

"If you reveal my identity as a prophet to others, something untoward may happen to me—"

"No! I swear, Dahlia!" Harry shook his head and said nervously, "I will never tell anyone! If I tell the second person, I will-"

"Well, I believe you-"

Dalia stretched out her hand and rubbed Harry's messy black hair and said with a smile.

It wasn't that she wanted to scare Harry, the main reason was that Harry was so easily deceived.

If Dalia had not been vaccinated in advance, Dumbledore might have come to talk to her on the second day after arriving at school.

You know, prophecies in the magical world are no joke. Many natural and man-made disasters are caused by prophecies.

"Okay, let's get down to business -"

Dalia looked solemn, removed the food placed next to the kerosene lamp, divided it into two piles at the table, and said in a deep voice.

"I just said that my parents, your aunt and uncle, are extremely repulsive to the magical world. Over the years, they have been trying their best to cut off your connection with magic... Even though they know that the two worlds are inseparable, they still use their own I keep trying ways..."

"But, why are Aunt Petunia and the others-" Harry asked in confusion.

"Magic is wonderful, but at the same time magic is also very dangerous, and what is more dangerous than magic is people."

"Harry, do you know how old your mother was when she died?"

Dalia glanced at Harry, who was shaking his head blankly, and breathed out in a complicated tone.

"Twenty-one years old, Harry. The age of most fresh graduates from universities."

"Aunt Lily graduated from school, got married, and had you that year after her marriage. Tragedy happened when you were one year old -"

"From Petunia...well, I mean, from my mother's perspective, her sister is equivalent to marrying your father just after graduating from high school, a wizard from the magical world. She doesn't know her family situation or what kind of job she is doing. , and even only dated for more than a year."

"My mother is two years older than your mother, but they got married, had children, and raised children at almost the same time..."

"And then Voldemort came."

The flames flickered, and Dalia's words stopped abruptly.

She looked at the fire with a complicated expression, and after being silent for a while, she continued.

"Petunia doesn't know what a bright future there is for the wizarding world."

“She only knew that her sister graduated from school, married a wizard, and was killed by a dark wizard before she could start her own life.

"The headmaster of Hogwarts told her that the remnants of dark wizards might hunt down Lily's children - you, there is no more "safe" place than her home - but the other party obviously never considered it. She and her husband and two These infant children are all ordinary people without magic power."

"You know, Harry, my mother is not afraid of the power of magic, but of what it might take away."

Dalia looked at Harry, who was a little confused, and let out an almost inaudible sigh.

Many things, such as courage, love, ideals, and wisdom, may not be understood until Harry grows up.

She didn't expect that her story of just a few ten minutes tonight would change too much. Some of the knots in her heart had to be solved by the person involved.

"Of course, I don't intend to defend my parents' scolding and harsh criticism of you over the years."

Dalia paused, changed the subject, spread her hands, and continued calmly.

"They just don't like you, just like they don't like magic-"

"They are just ordinary people without magic, fearing and resisting everything they cannot understand."

"However, I can tell you a way to judge the real existence of 'home'..."

Dalia patiently spread the soft boiled beans on the slices of bread and sprinkled them with crushed salt and charred bacon.

British bacon sandwiches are very rough, not grilled in oil and don't have extra soft bean accompaniments.

More importantly, British simple meals have always lacked a sense of ceremony and seriousness.

Dalia's roasting process with the help of a kerosene lamp was like another kind of magic in Harry's eyes.

"A restaurant chef cooks for you out of a selfish motive for profit, whereas someone cooks for you... simply because they care about you."

Dalia cut open the handmade burger in front of her with her knife, keeping half of it for herself and passing the other half to Harry's hand.

She glanced at Harry who was doubtful, then took the initiative to hold half of the "handmade burger" and took a big bite.

"Eat, don't you think today's dinner is terrible?"

Dalia said vaguely, sitting cross-legged on the chair leaning against the window sill.

"I know you must have a lot of doubts and confusions in your mind right now. After all, many things sound unbelievable—"

"However, I have a very simple and interesting way to prove it..."

Dahlia sucked the crumbs from her fingers and shook her fingers gently at Harry.

"Next, I will tell you what I 'see' tomorrow - in exchange, you will have to listen to me after you enroll."

"As for authenticity, you have a whole day to verify..."