A sharp Hogwarts

Before dawn the next morning, Harry and Daria were woken up by Petunia Dursley.

Harry yawned and fumbled with his glasses.

He had a very strange dream last night, in which Dalia told him many stories.

There are wizards, magic, and prophets among them. Dalia even predicted what will happen today in a serious way.

only……

Harry glanced at the clean window sill. There were no cans on it and the kerosene lampshade was in good condition.

And Dalia had no intention of talking to him. Compared to the mysterious cousin last night, she now looked more like the Dalia Harry knew.

Are those really all his dreams?

Thinking about it carefully, how could Dalia make him a midnight snack.

Not to mention, there are those stories about his parents...

"Today's breakfast is cornflakes, canned cold potatoes, and toast—"

Just when Harry was thinking wildly, Dalia's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, as if he was whispering to himself.

"And, there will be a letter for you at the hotel front desk - don't change the future, remember our agreement, Harry."

"Wait until twelve o'clock tonight, and Hogwarts will send someone to pick you up."

"Eh?!"

Harry turned his head so sharply that he almost broke his neck.

He clearly saw Dalia turning back and winking slyly at him.

Before he could speak, Dalia grabbed a few bags of inferior tea bags from the bedside table, put them in her pocket, opened the door and walked out.

Aunt Petunia's signature high-pitched voice sounded outside the door at the same time.

"Harry Potter! What are you dawdling about!"

"I'm coming--"

Harry jumped out of bed quickly.

He finally saw where the missing cans were - there were several cans with traces of flames hidden under Dalia's bed.

…………

The breakfast provided at the hotel was indeed cornflakes, canned cold potatoes and toast.

Just as Dally was complaining to Uncle Vernon about the taste of cornflakes, a balloon in Harry's heart quietly floated up.

He saw the hotel proprietress coming over, holding a letter in her hand.

"Excuse me, is there a Mr. Harry Potter among you? The front desk has probably received a hundred letters like this."

Before the hotel proprietress could speak, Harry silently muttered this sentence in his mind. What was extremely strange was that it was exactly the same as what the hotel proprietress said next.

Harry raised his head nervously and saw the letter held up by the hotel proprietress, with the address clearly written on it in green ink.

cockworth

Railroad View Inn

Room 17

Mr Harry Potter

"I……"

Harry subconsciously reached out to grab the letter, but his hand was blocked by Uncle Vernon.

"I'll get the letter." Uncle Vernon said, immediately stood up and followed the landlady out of the restaurant.

Harry came back to his senses and looked across the table in disbelief, just in time to see Dahlia give him a triumphant smile.

"Everything is under control."

Dahlia quietly made a mouthful and said to Harry silently.

last night……

Doesn't it seem like a dream? !

Dalia, his cousin, seems to be a witch who can predict the future? !

…………

"We'd better go home, honey."

A few hours later, Aunt Petunia timidly suggested, the family was now back in the car.

Uncle Vernon didn't seem to hear her at all, though.What exactly he was looking for, none of them knew.

He drove them to the middle of a forest.He got out of the car, looked around, shook his head, got back in the car, and continued to drive forward.

The same thing happened later in a newly plowed field, in the middle of a suspension bridge, and on the top floor of a parking garage.

"Is daddy crazy?" Dudley asked Aunt Petunia listlessly as it was getting late.

Uncle Vernon parked the car at the beach, locked them in the car and disappeared.

It started to rain.Heavy raindrops fell on the roof of the car.Dudley sobbed and cried again.

"It's Monday," he said to his mother, "and The Great Humberto is on tonight, and I really want to be somewhere where I can watch TV."

Monday.This reminded Harry of something.

Tomorrow, Tuesday, will be his 11th birthday.Of course, his birthdays used to be anything but interesting.

The Dursleys' birthday gift to him last year was a coat hook and a pair of Uncle Vernon's old socks.

However, this birthday is obviously different this year...

As Harry thought about it, he subconsciously looked at Dalia, who was sitting next to him.

He never thought that a day would be so interesting. He would excitedly mark out the schedule in his mind, waiting for the final scene to arrive.

As Dalia said this morning, it was so interesting to have everything under control and watch things turn into reality one by one without knowing it. He seemed to be opening the gift from fate bit by bit, and it seemed that he was... Watch the show from higher ground.

Not long after, Uncle Vernon came back, smiling.

He was also carrying a slender package. Aunt Petunia asked him what he had bought, but Uncle Vernon didn't answer.

But Harry knew what it was, Dahlia had already told him secretly:

"It's just an old double-barreled rifle. Don't worry, everything is under control."

…………

It's cold outside the car.

Uncle Vernon pointed to a huge rock out at sea.

"I found the perfect place! We're staying there tonight!"

Vernon Dursley said that there was a wretched cabin on the rock as pitifully small as one could imagine.

"The weather forecast says there will be a storm tonight!"

Uncle Vernon clapped his hands happily and said, "And this gentleman kindly agreed to lend us the boat!"

An old man with all his teeth missing slowly walked towards them, with a sinister smile on his face. The old man pointed at an old rowing boat floating on the iron-gray sea.

"I've got some food for everyone!" said Uncle Vernon. "Let's all get aboard!"

It was freezing cold on the boat.

The waves stirred up by the cold sea water flowed down their necks along with the rain, and the biting cold wind slapped their faces.

It must have been several hours before they arrived at the rock. Uncle Vernon led them towards the rickety cabin while crawling.

The cabin looked even more terrifying. There was a strong smell of seaweed, the cold wind whizzed in through the gaps in the wooden walls, and there was nothing in the fireplace.

There are only two rooms in the house.

All Uncle Vernon had brought was five bananas and a bag of potato chips for each person.

Harry suddenly regretted that he should have secretly hidden half of Daria's handmade burger last night.

But he quickly put away this regret, because Dalia suddenly opened her backpack and took out a row of cans.

"Well... when I left the hotel in the morning, I asked the innkeeper for some more canned bacon and canned beans."

"There are cans!" Dudley's eyes widened in surprise. Normally he would never have looked at such an unpalatable moment.

But bacon and canned beans were a feast in this bad weather.

"One, two, three...six cans! Dalia, my sweetheart!" Aunt Petunia's face also improved.

She stood up on her own initiative, skillfully pried open each can, and distributed it to everyone.

When Aunt Petunia was about to give Dahlia an extra spoonful of beans, she suddenly ducked away holding the plate.

"Well, I'd rather eat one more banana. As for the extra cans, give them to Dad, Dudley, and Harry..."

Dalia turned her head, looked at Mr. Dursley and added seriously, "First of all, Dad, I bought this with my own pocket money. You must reimburse me when I get home! Well, wait Wait, I want one more chance to make a wish!"

"Of course, of course - my little princess."

Vernon Dursley chuckled.

"This girl actually knows how to reimburse and purchase in advance, just like her father. I have you! Good girl, Dalia!"

He ruffled Dalia's hair, smiled and handed over his banana.

Girls are usually more attentive than boys, and Mr. Dursley originally liked his daughters more than Dudley.

With the "extra dinner" provided by Dalia, the seriousness lingering in the hut was diluted a lot, and everyone felt relaxed.

Even the disliked Harry got a few tablespoons of beans and a few chunks of bacon from Aunt Petunia. Although it was obviously less than Dudley and Uncle Vernon, he was still quite satisfied. ——If Dalia’s prediction is correct, he will have cake to eat later.

After dinner, Uncle Vernon tried to light a fire in the fireplace.

But the empty bag of potato chips only emitted a puff of smoke before curling up into ashes.

"Now it would be useful if I had a letter, wouldn't it?" Uncle Vernon said happily.

Vernon Dursley was in a good mood.

Not only because of the dinner, but more importantly, he thought that in such stormy weather, no one would brave the rain to deliver the letter.

"Dalia..."

Harry turned his head and glanced at Daria anxiously.

Although Dalia "predicted" heavy rain, she also predicted that a wizard would come.

But with such bad weather, he began to worry that the wizards would be blocked on the other side of the reef by the heavy rain.

While Aunt Petunia was cleaning up the room, Harry secretly approached Dahlia and asked.

However, as she had been all day today, Dalia's answer was confident.

"Don't worry, everything is under control so far."