A sharp Hogwarts

boom!

The sound of gunfire echoed through the cramped cabin.

Dalia saw the felt on Hagrid's chest - let's call him Hagrid - exploding.

Then, no more...

The bullet fired by Vernon Dursley didn't even make the giant sway, as if it were just a thrown pebble.

The giant ignored the frightened and angry Mr. Dursley, bent down to pick up the broken door panel, and easily pushed it back onto the door frame.

The sound of the storm outside immediately became weaker.The giant patted the felt with a small hole in his chest and turned to look at everyone.

"Oh, can you bring me a cup of hot tea? It's not easy to go on such a journey..."

As he spoke, he strode to the sofa, took off his thick waistcoat and shook it vigorously.

Dudley seemed completely frightened, sitting there dumbly, letting the rain patter on his face.

"Hey, please give me some room, you big fool." said the giant.

Dudley finally came to his senses, screamed and ran to hide behind his mother, who was currently squatting behind Uncle Vernon in fear.

In the chaos, Dalia raised her head, looked at the fierce, rough, and unclear face, and spoke carefully.

"So, you must be Mr. Rubeus Hagrid, right? Keykeeper, Gamekeeper, and..."

Dalia took a deep breath, mustered up the courage to look directly into the giant's black beetle-like eyes, and whispered.

"...the person Albus Dumbledore trusts most?"

"..."

There was silence in the hut for a few seconds.

The giant's shining black beetle-like eyes narrowed and he looked at Dalia deeply.

Then, he puffed up his chest proudly, and a smile appeared on his face behind his tangled beard.

"Oh! Of course, of course! The professor always thinks that I am the most trustworthy."

"But, uh...then again..."

Hagrid hesitated for a few seconds, looking up and down at Dalia in confusion.

"Last time I saw you, you were a little baby, Harry. But...how are you a girl?"

"Well, I'm not saying that girls are bad, but I always thought that Lily gave birth to a son - of course, maybe I remembered it wrong?"

Looking carefully, the child in front of him looks a bit like Lily when she was a child. He is cute and smart, like a burning flame.

"...I'm not Harry, I'm his cousin Dalia."

Dalia blinked helplessly and pushed Harry next to her in front of her.

"This is Harry-"

"Oh! Of course, you are Harry!"

Hagrid coughed slightly in embarrassment and scratched his hair uncomfortably.

"Of course, of course...I recognized him at a glance. You look like your dad, but your eyes are like your mom..."

At this moment, Vernon Dursley suddenly let out a piercing scream.

"That's enough! I order you to leave immediately, sir!" he said. "You are breaking into a house! Dalia, come here quickly -"

"Oh, shut up, Dursley, you big fool."

Hagrid snatched the gun from Mr. Dursley's hand across the sofa, poked it gently, tied it into a knot, and threw it into the corner of the room as if the gun was made of rubber.

boom!

The twisted rifle suddenly fired when it landed in the corner, blasting a small hole in the ceiling.

Uncle Vernon let out another strange cry, as if a mouse had been stepped on.

"Anyway - Harry."

Hagrid turned his back to the Dursleys.

"Happy birthday to you, I have something here for you - it may be a little damaged by me in some places, but the taste is still the same."

He took out a slightly flattened box from the inner pocket of his black coat and handed it to Harry.

"I made it myself and wrote the words myself..."

Harry opened it with trembling fingers, and inside the box was a large gooey chocolate cake, with green sugar juice written on it: "Happy birthday Harry."

The only fly in the ointment is...

"It's HAPPYBIRTHDAY - not 'HAPPEEBIRTHDAE'."

Dalia leaned over, looked at the green writing on the cake, and corrected the spelling seriously.

Ok? !

Hagrid raised his eyebrows and glanced at Dalia next to him.

Okay, he takes back his previous comment, he thinks this girl is not so cute anymore.

"Thank you! That's great!"

Harry said in surprise, looking up at the giant in front of him.

"So...are you really Mr. Hagrid? The Gamekeeper of Hogwarts, Mr. Rubeus Hagrid?!"

"If it's fake, I don't think anyone would dare to pretend to be me -"

Hagrid chuckled, "Yes, I'm Hagrid. It seems I don't need to introduce myself."

As he spoke, he sat down heavily on the sofa, and casually waved the dark red boning knife in his hand towards the fireplace.

"Arrabbiata..." Dalia vaguely heard Hagrid mutter under his breath.

In the next second, several flames flew out along the front of the blade, and the fireplace that Vernon Dursley had been tinkering with for a long time without being able to light ignited.

The firelight flickered in the damp wooden house, and Dalia felt warm all over her body, as if she had jumped into a warm bath.

"Phew, it's much warmer this way, isn't it? Of course..."

Hagrid exhaled, rubbed his hands and looked around, as if looking for something.

"Maybe some hot tea would be better," he glanced at Harry and said seriously, "Remember, if..."

"If you have tea, don't say you don't have it when you meet someone better than you -"

Hagrid's words stopped suddenly. He raised his head in surprise and his eyes fell on the Dursley girl not far away.

The words after "if" were not his.

The girl named Dalia said what he wanted to say before he could, and...

Word for word!

"The tea bags provided by the hotel have nothing to look forward to in terms of taste——"

Dalia took out a few tea bags from her pocket and handed them over, and continued calmly, as if she didn't even realize there was anything wrong with what she just said.

"But it's still tea after all - as for boiling kettles, cups, and other things to eat, I might have to trouble you, Mr. Hagrid..."

Just minor changes in world details will not hinder the "genius Dalia" from controlling the situation at all.

Before going to bed last night, she had prepared emergency plans for various emergencies.

The most important and core point is:

She must be in charge of tonight's topic.

"Well, Mr. Hagrid, why don't you give him Harry's letter first—"

Dalia pondered for half a second, glanced at her parents who were hesitating to speak and Dudley who looked frightened behind the sofa, and said calmly.

"As for the introduction to Hogwarts and admission questions... let me give it a try for the time being."

"No matter what, Harry is a part of this family after all. If I can't convince my parents or what I said is wrong, it's not too late for you to add more when the time comes -"

"But……"

Hagrid frowned and looked around at everyone in the room, hesitating for a few seconds.

Finally, under Dalia's clear and sincere eyes, he shrugged helplessly.

Hagrid took out a light yellow envelope from his coat pocket and handed it directly into Harry's hand.

"Okay, but let's talk first - no matter what the outcome of your discussion is, Harry will definitely go to Hogwarts to study..."

He glared at the Dursleys demonstratively and grunted harshly.

However, before Hagrid could finish speaking, his expression suddenly froze.

Also stunned like him were the Dursleys.

Almost at the same time that Hagrid took out the envelope, Dalia also took out a light yellow envelope of the same format from her pocket.

Under the flickering firelight, everyone could clearly see the writing written in emerald green ink.

【Surrey】

【Little Whinging Village】

【No. 4 Privet Drive】

[Second bedroom on the second floor]

[Collected by Miss Dalia Dursley]

"Well, let me think about where to start..."

Daria said softly as she took the opened envelopes from Harry and placed them side by side.

"first……"