A sharp Hogwarts

Dalia's optimism seemed to be interpreted as a forced smile by everyone at Hogwarts.

It was obvious that, except for a very small minority, most people had the same opinion as Percy.

The Hogwarts School Board, Professor Snape... and even Professor Flitwick, it seems that there are too many "big people" who don't want Dalia to appear in this school after Christmas, and her poor The ability to cast spells was a footnote to this "bad prospect", and that sympathetic look made Dalia a little irritable.

However, Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore had warned her not to cause trouble at this last moment.

Dumbledore believed that most of these difficulties and doubts would disappear with the results of the midterm assessment - he had arranged everything in advance.

Lucius Malfoy might take the opportunity to make some additional demands, and of course, some of the things Dumbledore would like to see happen.

But, well, from the depths of Dalia's heart, she still hopes to pass the level upright and rely on strength.

She understood her problem now, even though it didn't seem like anything unsolvable.

With the union of soul and body, time will easily make everything go smoothly.

As for Ravenclaw…

Dahlia originally hoped that she could rely on her intelligence to convince Professor Flitwick and make him and the Ravenclaw students favor her.

Unexpectedly, she guessed wrong on this point.

Both Professor Flitwick and his Ravenclaw classmates seem to have a unique understanding of "wisdom" - the wisdom of wizards, not Muggles.

The creativity of dishes and the excellent taste of dishes that Dalia showed in class seem to have become synonymous with "mortals" challenging "wizards".

In addition to this, there is another fact: Dalia's improvement of dishes may be more novel and delicious, but the effect is not good.

Traditional European cuisine has been passed down for centuries, and their tastes and methods have their own reasons.

These days, Dalia's little cleverness began to be discarded and laughed at, because from the perspective of magical learning, they were not attractive.

At the same time, Hermione Granger crushed the Ravenclaw students in the same grade;

The rumors of the Thestral slowly spread, and many students, except Gryffindor, began to stay away from the ominous "piece of paper";

Dalia's least favorite course became the Charms course. Those dishes that contained the emotions of European and British people did not have any fluctuations in her heart. She would still tirelessly try all kinds of Chinese food. As a result, Professor Flitwick failed every lesson. Pay special attention to the materials and cooking utensils given to her in class - it is dangerous to develop spells randomly, and as the spell master of Hogwarts, Professor Flitwick can't see the meaning of Dalia's "whimsy" , she is not a wizard like Albus Dumbledore.

Translating exotic magical dishes is something that only the top wizards can study. Professor Flitwick quickly gave Dalia a definition:

A... a squib who, in despair and helplessness, is so ambitious and reckless - even if he is not a squib, he is almost there.

"Don't try that stir-fry thing this class, Dalia."

When everyone left the Great Hall and headed to the Charms classroom, Harry tried to persuade Dahlia.

During the last class, Dalia took advantage of the professor's lack of attention and tried to stir-fry something with olive oil and potatoes.

But the moment the oil smoke started to rise, Professor Flitwick suddenly turned his head, pulled out the magic knife and emptied Dalia's pan.

In the magical world, there are too many examples of "wrong magical dishes" leading to death, disability, and even large-scale disasters.

"Didn't you ask before? Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore think your growth is just temporarily slow..."

"Those are two completely different things, Harry."

Dalia said gloomily as they walked into the classroom.

"I actually...actually...I'm just a little...unwilling..."

Ever since she learned about the history that happened at the beginning of this century, Dalia has been holding her breath in her heart.

At some point in time, Europe, and indeed the wizarding world around the world, committed extremely barbaric and despicable acts of banditry for their own benefit.

This also means that, at least in the eyes of the wizards at that time, the land of China had a fatal attraction.

So, there is no reason why Magic Chinese Food cannot compare to European cuisine.

It was obvious that there must be something crucial that she didn't understand.

"Dalia Dursley—"

Professor Flitwick glanced at Dalia warily and sighed heavily before he could speak.

"Miss Dursley, your cooking position is in the front row today."

Professor Flitwick said softly, pointing to the cooking station next to the podium, "Today we are learning about dandelion egg salad."

"I hope you can follow the textbook today and don't continue to try those dangerous and unproven dishes, otherwise I can only give you zero points again."

In fact, he didn't really hate or target this little witch.

He just stood from the perspective of a bystander, not wanting Dalia to misunderstand her own strength out of pity.

Compared with long-term regrets, short-term pain may be better - having wisdom but no talent may be the weakest regret in the magical world.

…………

Class started, and Dalia sat alone in the front row, listening to Professor Flitwick explain the main points of the class.

There are many egg dishes in Europe, and it plays an important role in many dishes.

But what Dalia thought of when she looked at the eggs was not bacon and fried eggs—if possible, she would really like to eat a bowl of egg fried rice.

Unfortunately, there is almost no rice in wizarding Europe, or rather, the land.

At this time, BJ, even if you search all the large supermarkets in London, you may not be able to find rice for purchase.

It usually only appears in Chinatown, or in Japanese restaurants, but Dalia is not sure if there will still be a "Chinatown" in the magical world.

If she had a wok with abundant condiments and ingredients... then she might be able to solve the mystery that troubled her

"As a wizard, the most basic magical ability is levitation."

Professor Flitwick's voice came from the podium. He stood on the high textbook stairs and looked around.

"Oh, actually, the ability to make objects fly. Well, apparently, there are many magical dishes that can achieve similar effects."

"But after years of experimentation, it's been discovered that dandelion egg cube salad is the easiest to create the 'floating' companion magic. Everyone got their eggs, right?"

Professor Flitwick watched with satisfaction as everyone checked their food baskets, coughed slightly with interest, and asked with a smile.

"Well before I start cooking, I have a question..."

"Excuse me, can anyone tell me why we chose these ingredients and the cooking methods?"

"We mentioned in previous courses that several ritual simplifications associated with magic spells——"

The whole class fell into silence, obviously this question was a little out of line.

Of course, Dalia was the first to raise her hand, as always.

However, Flitwick didn't ask her to answer. Flitwick seemed to be waiting for the other little wizards to think about the answer.

A few seconds later, Hermione Granger's arm was raised tremblingly, and Professor Flitwick looked past Dahlia towards her.

"Oh, Miss Granger?"

"Dandelions are flying, floating lightness, and eggs are unformed birds, and the taste of salad is—"

Hermione stood up and whispered cautiously and uncertainly.

Her eyes met Dahlia's in mid-air, and Hermione knew Dahlia could answer these too.

Because of the same reference content, she saw Dalia's name on the borrowing list in the library.

tuk tuk-

Just then, there was a knock on the door in the Charms classroom, interrupting Hermione's answer.

That was Argus Filch.

He opened the door and walked in, smiled at Dalia, and then walked in the direction of Professor Flitwick.

"What can I do? Mr. Filch." Professor Flitwick frowned in confusion.

"Excuse me, Professor, I need to take Daria Dursley upstairs."

Professor Flitwick's eyes became more and more confused. He glanced at Filch thoughtfully, and then at the curious students in the classroom.

"Charms class has just begun," Professor Flitwick said. "The content of this class is very important. I suggest that it is best to let Miss Dursley finish it."

Filch shrugged helplessly, took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Flitwick.

"Sorry, Professor Dumbledore suggested that she go up now," he said awkwardly. "The gentlemen of the Hogwarts School Board and some officials from the Ministry of Magic are all waiting over there in the office. I think they are I want to evaluate and discuss Miss Dalia’s academic problems in advance, I think this may be..."

"I understand," Professor Flitwick glanced at the note in his hand, "As for the results of Miss Dursley's Potions assessment -"

Professor Flitwick pondered for a moment, his eyes wandered between Dahlia and Hermione, and he took a deep breath.

"Please tell Professor Dumbledore that I still have the same opinion as before..."

"Miss Dursley's natural talent for learning charms is insufficient."

Dalia stood up suddenly, packed her schoolbag, and quickly put all the textbooks and kitchen utensils into her satchel.

This behavior was undoubtedly very rude, but the classroom was surprisingly quiet, and everyone watched Dalia walking towards the door intently.

When Dalia was about to walk outside the door, Padma Patil suddenly let out a scream - she was Parvati Patil's twin sister, but Padma was assigned to Ravenclaw - —The food basket beside her table was swept to the ground by something invisible. She could even hear an animal making an angry sound that sounded like a lizard or a strange bird. It was obviously Dalia. The Thestral spread its wings and deliberately damaged it before leaving.

"Stinky tofu! Be obedient... don't make trouble. I'm sorry - you can use my one."

Dalia kicked the edge lightly, apologized to Padma, and tilted her head towards her seat.

I have to admit that Stinky Tofu is becoming more and more sensitive now, and it can detect even the slightest emotion in her.

Of course, Dalia is a little irritable now——

Not because of Flitwick, but because of what Filch said to her outside the door.

"It's so awesome, Dalia, I didn't expect it at all!"

As soon as Dalia walked out of the classroom and closed the door, Filch looked at her eagerly and said.

"I listened to the chats between the big shots at the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore, and it sounded like...you seemed like a prophet?!"

"Yeah, actually I didn't expect it at all now -"

Dalia narrowed her eyes. Dumbledore didn't keep his promise!