A sharp Hogwarts

It was certainly pleasant to see Malfoy deflated.

However, if it comes at the cost of college points, this exchange does not seem to be particularly cost-effective.

At least in the eyes of Hermione and Harry, Snape's differential treatment made Gryffindor further away from the House Cup.

"Brace yourself," said Ron, who seemed particularly determined. "Snape often deducted points from Fred and George, but Snape's handling of Slytherin students was rare, I dare say. Draco Malfoy would rather receive a fifty-point deduction from the House than spend the next few nights locked up with Filch."

"I'd rather be in solitary confinement - if I could get back the points that were deducted." Hermione glanced at the scoring hourglass outside the auditorium.

Hermione now truly understands Professor Snape's unreasonableness and differential treatment.

She originally thought that what Fred and George said about "deducting points for stepping into the classroom with the left foot" was an exaggeration, but now it seemed that it might actually happen.

"I hope Professor McGonagall can also be a little biased towards us..."

Harry muttered, his right wrist still aching.

Professor McGonagall has given a special homework assignment, which involves swinging a knife at a special magic sponge two hundred times a day.

Not surprisingly, this should be the most terrifying request among all professors - almost all the young wizards complain about it and are tired.

"This is how the basics of sword skills are practiced. The most important prerequisites for transformation are speed, accuracy and stability."

Dalia glanced at Harry and said seriously, "Magic deforms and shapes. This is sharper and more dangerous than any blade. Only when the hand is steady can the heart be steady."

Maybe some little wizards don’t understand the importance of sword skills, but Dalia is obviously not among them:

The first basic skill of a Chinese chef is knife skills.

In fact, since her failure in the Charms class, Dalia has been thinking about the crux of her weak magic.

She did not think that her magic power was low, because when she first entered Ollivander's blacksmith shop, she successfully illuminated the blade on the ceiling.

Not to mention the power of the blade to split three or four wooden boxes in a row, which is definitely not what a squib can achieve.

Dalia suspected that the reason for her low magic power was probably due to the designated dishes.

Magic is born deep in the soul, and she knows exactly where the roots of her soul are - she hasn't tried Chinese food yet, how could she give up.

However, the biggest problem now is...

Hogwarts Castle does not have a mature Chinese cooking environment.

The kitchen utensils here can stew, boil, fry, and bake, but there is no suitable wok.

On the other hand, it's hard to make a meal without rice - lower grade students rarely have the opportunity to cook freely.

There are no suitable Chinese food ingredients, no suitable kitchen utensils, no suitable cooking opportunities...

Most importantly, Dalia had no idea what dish she should choose.

Professor Flitwick specifically emphasized in class that the companion spell is not "opening a blind box", and each dish has a corresponding result.

After eating magical dishes, wizards must have clear, accurate, and feasible magical wishes.

If the scientific research on magic dishes fails, it will not only cause diarrhea, but bad luck may even lead to death on the spot or deformation.

Forget it, don't rush it yet - anyway, she might as well show off for the time being and see the faces of the people around her.

She planned to wait for Dumbledore to finish handling Peter Pettigrew's affairs, and then ask Dumbledore for help in importing some ingredients and kitchen utensils from Asia. At the worst, he would at least help her get a wok and a spatula, a basic crucible for first-year students. Nothing can be done but stew.

Dalia suppressed the chaotic thoughts in her heart and tied her schoolbag on the back of her "stinky tofu" as usual.

Although Xiao Yeqi, who was just a few days old, was not yet able to sit on a chair, she could still help carry her school bag and snacks.

"Never mind Snape and Malfoy, do you want to go to Hagrid's place to have fun together?"

Potions class ended after lunch just like last week.

Unlike other students, they have valid reasons for being near the Forbidden Forest.

After all, you can't walk a Thestral in a castle...