A sharp Hogwarts

The next day, Malfoy couldn't believe his eyes.

He saw that Harry and Dahlia were still at school and didn't look like they were about to be kicked out.

In fact, since experiencing the unexpected incident with Fluffy, the three-headed dog, Harry has simply forgotten about Quidditch.

After returning to the dormitory, he told Ron the prophetic story about Dalia.

Now even Ron had temporarily forgotten Quidditch, and the two spent several hours discussing what the world of the Prophet was like.

"The world of a prophet is either very exciting or very boring," Ron said.

"Or both." Harry shrugged.

Finally, they came to the conclusion that Dalia's world was constantly changing or staying the same every day.

However, neither of them dared to ask Dalia face to face. After all, there was still the scary threat of "unknown".

Dahlia and Hermione seemed to be locked in a cold war. They didn't say a word throughout breakfast and Potions class.

Dalia is still trying to figure out whether the converging power of the world line exists, and the feasibility of triggering the original plot in reverse.

Hermione, on the other hand, kept her head down and studied the contents of the potions textbook in silence.

Among all the courses at Hogwarts, Potions was the one with the biggest gap between her and Dalia.

Not to mention, now Dalia also had the secret book given by Mrs. Longbottom, and she even got praise from Snape at the end of the course.

Most little wizards now only have a chef's knife, and they will inevitably encounter various troubles in handling ingredients.

But Dalia is different. The design concept of Chinese kitchen knives is inherently different.

I have to say that, at least in the lower grades, Dalia's "magic kitchen knife" is really foul.

As the "recipes" in the potions course slowly began to become more complicated, the all-roundness of the Chinese kitchen knife gradually began to be reflected.

Not to mention the basic applications of cutting meat, cutting vegetables, removing scales, and deboning...

Slap, press, squeeze, chop, chop - the kitchen knife can do it all.

Of course, Hermione, who was sitting next to Dalia, was completely crushed from "another dimension" at close range.

Dalia completed all the requirements set by Snape with only the weird magic knife that looked stupid and ugly.

Dalia can even finish the same dish more than half an hour in advance.

The huge gap made Hermione become even more silent, but Ron and Harry thought this was an unexpected good thing.

Now Hermione finally stopped being self-righteous and giving orders from time to time, and the matter about the three-headed dog seemed to have passed quietly.

What Ron and Harry look forward to most now is to find an opportunity to take revenge on Malfoy - Wood's gag order is still continuing.

Therefore, they couldn't show off in front of Malfoy.

But to the duo's delight, about a week later, such an opportunity arrived with the postman.

As the owls streamed into the restaurant as usual, everyone's attention was drawn to the slender package carried by six long-eared owls.

The owls circled down and landed right in front of Harry, knocking his bacon to the floor and surprising him.

Just as they flapped their wings and flew away, another owl flew over with the letter in hand and threw the letter on top of the package.

"Don't open the package, read the letter first - your new broom, Nimbus 2000 - from Professor McGonagall."

Dalia stopped Harry from opening the package and pointed to the letter above.

Although this kind of behavior could be called deception, she didn't want today's breakfast table to turn into a broomstick exhibition just yet.

"If nothing else, your first Quidditch training session is coming. Remember to eat more..."

She glanced at Harry and continued to destroy her mashed potatoes as she spoke, not looking the least bit surprised.

You know, Dalia has not been idle in the past week.

She sorted out the nodes for the coming semester and roughly classified them in her mind.

Events such as the arrival of a broomstick are classified as benign events that require no additional intervention and are allowed to develop freely.

"Encountering a three-headed dog", "Troll attack", "Broomstick malfunction" are all areas that must be intervened.

Considering Neville's injury and the unexpected ending of the three-headed dog incident, Dalia now begins to face the invisible enemy of "destiny".

As a "prophet", what she should do is to slap fate instead of being slapped in the face by fate again and again.

In these places where danger may be encountered, Dalia plans to refer to Peter Pettigrew's response methods and eliminate all unstable factors directly from the root.

"Nimbus 2000!" Ron sighed enviously, groping back and forth on it, "I haven't even touched it."

Harry put down the package obediently, tore open the letter and read it.

As Dalia said, the package on the table was indeed his new broomstick Nimbus 2000.

Professor McGonagall also told him to keep a low profile and not let others know that he had the latest broomstick, lest everyone want it.

"Well, tonight at seven o'clock...on the Quidditch pitch, I can fly!"

After Harry read the letter, he handed it to Dalia beside him, unable to conceal his inner joy.

"Of course, Dalia, you should know - so when do we set off?"

"Eh? What are we-"

Dalia raised her head, glanced at the letter, coughed lightly and quickly changed her words.

"Oh, of course - let's go together then. These things can be guessed without divination..."

As she spoke, her eyes swept back and forth on the letter paper several times, and she saw that the letter read at the end:

[Oliver Wood will be waiting for you and Dalia on the Quidditch pitch at seven o'clock tonight to give you your first Quidditch training lesson. 】

[Remember to bring your new broom and bring your cousin with her little Thestral. 】

This plot...

There is no role for her in the original work? !

Dalia blinked, but luckily she didn't finish her sentence, as she was almost slapped again by the bastard Destiny.

As for the reason why Professor McGonagall asked her to go, Dalia could vaguely guess.

——As expected, the "assistant referee" Mrs. Huo Qi mentioned passed the review.

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After breakfast, the three people hurriedly left the auditorium.

They wanted to find a place where no one was around to open the package and take out the broomstick before the first class.

But when Dalia and the three of them walked through the foyer, they found that the way upstairs was blocked by Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.

Malfoy originally wanted to grab the package from Harry's arms, but when he saw Dalia's figure appearing behind him, he immediately gave up the idea.

"That's a flying broomstick. You don't need to touch it to know what it is - I can tell it just by looking at it..."

As he spoke, he looked at the slender package in Harry's arms, a look of jealousy and resentment on his face.

"You expect to be punished, Potter, first years are not allowed to play this."

Ron couldn't hold it any longer. "This isn't some old broomstick," he said. "This is a Nimbus 2000. What did you say you had at home last time, Malfoy? A Comet 260?" Ron winked at Harry. Grinning widely, "Comets are quite dazzling, but they are not on the same level as light wheels."

"What do you know?! Weasley, you can't even afford half a broomstick."

Malfoy replied fiercely that he was not afraid of smelling Weasley.

"I guess you and your brothers will have to save it branch by branch."

However, just like their previous quarrels, the professors seemed to pay special attention to Dahlia and Harry.

Before Ron could answer, Professor Flitwick appeared at Malfoy's elbow.

"I hope it's not a quarrel, kids?" he asked sharply.

"Someone brought a broomstick to Potter, Professor," Malfoy said hurriedly.

"Yeah, yeah, that's right."

Professor Flitwick said, smiling broadly at Harry, "Professor McGonagall told me all about the peculiarities of the situation, Potter. What model is it?"

"Nimbus 2000, sir," Harry said.

Seeing the horrified look on Malfoy's face, he tried hard not to laugh. "I got it thanks to Malfoy," he added.

Harry and Ron walked upstairs.They had to hold back their laughter at Malfoy's obviously angry and confused look.

"Really, I'm telling the truth," Harry chuckled as they reached the top of the marble stairs. "If he hadn't snatched Neville's glass ball, I wouldn't have made the team..."

"So you think this is a reward for breaking school rules?" an angry voice came from behind them.

Hermione stuttered up the stairs and looked dissatisfied at the package in Harry's hand.

"I thought you stopped talking to us," Harry said.

"Yeah, don't say it now," said Ron, "it makes us feel comfortable."

Hermione strode away, nose in the air.

That day, it was difficult for Harry to calm down and listen to the lecture seriously.

His mind kept wandering to the dormitory, where his new broomstick lay under his bed.

He also thought about the Quidditch pitch where he was going to practice tonight.

During dinner, he swallowed the food in three mouthfuls without paying attention to what he was eating. Then he and Ron quickly ran up the stairs, and finally were able to open the Nimbus 2000.

"Wow!" Ron exclaimed as the broomstick rolled onto Harry's sheets.

Even Harry, who knew nothing about the types of broomsticks, thought this broomstick was simply awesome:

The lines are graceful and lustrous, the handle is made of mahogany, and the long tail is made of neat, straight branches. The words "Nimbus 2000" are printed brightly on the top of the broom handle.

Seven o'clock was getting closer, and Harry left the castle and walked towards the twilight Quidditch pitch.

Hundreds of chairs are arranged high in the surrounding stands, so that every spectator can see what is happening on the court.

There are three gold poles at each end of the court with rings on top.

They reminded Harry of the little plastic sticks Muggle children used to blow soap bubbles, except they were fifty feet tall each.

Harry wanted so much to fly to the sky again. He couldn't wait for Wood, so he got on his broomstick and kicked off the ground with his feet.

What a sensation - he was zipping between the goal posts and flying up and down the pitch.

He just needs to touch it lightly and Nimbus 2000 will turn in the direction he needs.