A sharp Hogwarts

"Yeqi... knife mark... magic..."

Professor Flitwick muttered.

He and Professor McGonagall looked at each other and nodded slowly.

These descriptions sounded consistent with the results of their cursory inspection just now:

The Thestral's biological rating is no lower than that of the troll, plus the four wizards... although they are all cubs, it is still reasonable.

"Well, Miss Dursley, I still say you're lucky, not many of the underclassmen can kill a full-grown troll without taking a hit. Each of you earns five points for Gryffindor, if you don't do that at all. You're not hurt either, best get back to the Gryffindor common room. Everyone is having Halloween dinner in the common room."

Professor McGonagall said, her eyes fell on the Thestral who was huddled in the corner, and added an additional sentence before Dalia could speak.

"Your little Thestral will be cared for and treated by Madam Pomfrey and Professor Keltburn..."

"However, I have to remind you that this is the second time it has been injured - Thestrals are not considered combat pets. I hope you can remember this."

"You can leave now. Professor Dumbledore and we will deal with the follow-up matters-" Professor McGonagall turned to Ron and Harry, looked past them and looked behind them, where there was another sound of footsteps, Argus Filch and Professor Dumbledore finally arrived in this corridor.

As Dumbledore arrived, the atmosphere in the corridor became more solemn. The professors looked around silently, as if waiting for something.

Dalia, Harry and others looked at each other, hurriedly left the corridor, and went up two floors without saying a word.

When the four of them could no longer smell the stench of the giant monster or hear the voices of the professors, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Twenty points? I thought I could get a special contribution award." Ron grumbled.

"If it were an adult fire dragon, maybe." Dalia rolled her eyes.

"But I'm curious, Dalia, what was the magic you just cast?" Harry said in confusion, "It sounds like the whispers of the devil."

"That's a foreign language -" Hermione suddenly said, "The language of the Eastern world, I heard it in my father's clinic..."

"Well, more accurately, it should be Chinese... Anyway, you have heard it, so I won't hide it from you."

Dalia glanced at Ron and Harry, as well as Hermione who was secretly listening, shrugged and explained.

"My magic knife comes from the East, so Professor Dumbledore suspects that some specific Eastern magical dishes can enhance my magic."

"That's why I went to the principal's office today. So far, this plan has worked - but the Ministry of Magic has a strict and old-fashioned ban on magic research. If people know that I have secretly researched and learned magic from the Eastern world, I will There will be trouble with Professor Dumbledore."

"Okay, now it's your turn to explain...why you are here. Didn't I ask you to go back to the lounge and wait?!"

Dalia rubbed her wrists, trying to resist the urge to beat up Ron and Harry, and said with a bad look.

If her magic hadn't been greatly strengthened, she and Hermione would have been tricked to death by these two idiots today.

"what--"

"Aba Aba—"

Ron and Harry blinked, their minds racing to explain.

Whether it was locking the door or temporarily leaving the team, these intentions were of course good. After all, they didn't know that Dalia had been "strengthened".

But judging from the results, they all seemed to be doing a disservice - without them dragging them down, Dalia and Hermione would have flown away on the Thestral.

"You...didn't you come to me together?"

Hermione said with some confusion, "By the way, Dalia, why are you acting separately..."

She glanced at Dalia and suddenly remembered the conversation she had just had with Professor McGonagall.

"My cousin asked us to go back first, and she will come to save you alone——"

"We were worried about danger and didn't trust her alone, so we followed her."

"Well, because my cousin used 'Rescue' and pulled out the magic knife, I guess you will encounter a troll."

"Dalia's magical strength - wasn't it a bit weak before? We are thinking of multiple people..."

Harry and Ron explained quickly one by one, and they had a tacit understanding, as if they were replicas of the Weasley brothers.

"Save? Troll? You..."

Hermione frowned and looked at Daria, growing more confused.

"So, you know the troll is on the first floor and not in the basement classroom?"

"Of course Dalia knows, she is a prophet——"

Ron shrugged and answered without thinking.

It wasn't until he was halfway through that he realized something was wrong and he suddenly covered his mouth.

However, Hermione had obviously heard everything clearly.

"Prophet? Dalia?"

She turned back and looked at Dalia standing next to her, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"Can you predict the future?! Are the prophets and divination mentioned in the book true?!"

"Fake, how can people living in a three-dimensional space see the future..."

Dalia waved her hand and glared at Ron viciously.

While they were talking, they came to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Pig snout." Dalia said the password and took the lead in getting in.

The common room was crowded and noisy.

Everyone was eating the food that was served, and the incident in the auditorium did not dampen the festive atmosphere at all.

Dalia walked straight past the noisy and crowded crowd towards the stairs of the girls' dormitory.

There was troll blood all over her body now. She had to go wash it off first and change into clean clothes.

Hermione glanced at Harry and Ron who were left at the door, then at Dalia, and hurriedly said thank you to them.

Immediately afterwards, she hurriedly climbed up the stairs - Dalia lived in the same dormitory as her, and she had too much to say now.

…………

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Dumbledore, who was belatedly arriving, gave the troll a cursory glance.

"Oh, it looks like the problem has been solved, everyone can go back and enjoy the festival."

Then he pulled out the magic knife and swung it around deftly.

Countless gravel and dust returned to their original positions as if going back in time, and everything was restored to its original state in less than half a minute.

Except...the giant corpse on the ground——

"Mr. Principal, I don't think now is the time to enjoy the holidays."

Professor Snape frowned and glanced at Quirinus Quirrell standing by the wall.

"Maybe we have to ask our dear Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to find out what happened..."

"Oh, that's it. I figured out what happened."

Dumbledore raised his hand and waved it, while retracting the magic knife, he said gently.

"A dark wizard—well, I guess it's one of his henchmen—sneaked into Hogwarts in an attempt to steal that thing from the castle." He looked around meaningfully and nodded seriously, "You guys You know, that person’s followers—”

"Professor Quirrell was struck by a fear spell so powerful that he was unable to exert his normal strength."

"However, the intruder obviously underestimated Quirinas's will. He successfully escaped and warned us. The thing was intact, and the students were not harmed. As for the identity of the intruder, I also have some idea. The clue is that it won’t happen next.”

Dumbledore glanced around thoughtfully, his eyes passing over the big purple scarf on the pale Quirrell's head.

"Minerva, Filius, please work harder and check all the entrances and exits of the school."

"Argus, Pomona, you two join me and inspect the castle floors."

"As for Quirinas..."

Dumbledore paused and glanced at the Thestral huddled at Snape's feet.

"Severus, please accompany Professor Quirrell to the school infirmary, and of course that little guy -"

"After everything is over, I hope you can come to the principal's office. There are some things I want to talk to you alone."

"A dark wizard—well, I guess it's one of his henchmen—sneaked into Hogwarts in an attempt to steal that thing from the castle." He looked around meaningfully and nodded seriously, "You guys You know, that person’s followers—”

"Professor Quirrell was struck by a fear spell so powerful that he was unable to exert his normal strength."

"However, the intruder obviously underestimated Quirinas's will. He successfully escaped and warned us. The thing was intact and the students were not harmed. As for the intruder..."

Dumbledore glanced around thoughtfully, his eyes passing over the big purple scarf on the pale Quirrell's head.

"Minerva, Filius, please work harder and check all the entrances and exits of the school."

"Argus, Pomona, you two join me and inspect the castle floors."

"As for Quirinas..."

Dumbledore paused and glanced at the Thestral huddled at Snape's feet.

"Severus, please accompany Professor Quirrell to the school infirmary, and of course that little guy -"

"After everything is over, I hope you can come to the principal's office. There are some things I want to talk to you alone."