A sharp Hogwarts

Harry had no idea how he returned to Hogwarts Castle and entered the Gryffindor common room through the hole in the wall.All he knew was that the journey back seemed to take no time at all, and that he was hardly paying attention to what he was doing because his mind was filled with what he had just heard.

Why had no one ever told him this before?

Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, Dumbledore, Hagrid...his parents died for themselves.

Voldemort's real target is him.

Why has no one ever told him about this?

Also, Professor Snape - Harry now doesn't know what attitude he should use to face Professor Snape.

If Dalia had not teased him, then Professor Snape would be the person closest to him in this castle besides Dalia.

At this time, Harry remembered what Hagrid said when he saw him for the first time:

"Your eyes are exactly like Lily's."

Then Harry remembered that Dahlia quietly told him before the first Potions class that if Professor Snape made things difficult for him, he must remember to look directly into Professor Snape's eyes.Now Harry vaguely understood the meaning of his cousin's strange instructions.

Now Harry has a new question, what do his parents look like?

Everyone was saying that he had his mother's eyes, but apart from that, he couldn't even picture his parents' faces in his mind - it was naturally impossible for the Dursleys to keep photos of the Potters, and Hai Mr. Ge seems to be much older than his parents.

Maybe Professor Snape has a picture of Mom?

Harry thought, lying in bed staring at the curtains drawn tightly around him.

If he is really my mother's childhood sweetheart, and he was so close to his parents, even...

Even if they were students graduating from the same class, perhaps Professor Snape at least had a group photo of them graduating from Hogwarts.

But, how should he ask Professor Snape?

Oh, yes, and his godfather, Sirius Black.

He had been imprisoned in a magical prison for a full 10 years, and in the past ten years, Harry never knew he had such a godfather.

His cousin said that he would reappear in front of him soon. Harry had never had a real wizard relative-if he didn't count Dahlia,

Will his godfather teach him magic?Do the Dursleys know about this again?

At this time, the dormitory door opened.

"Harry?" Ron's voice was hesitant.

He remained motionless, pretending to be asleep.

He knew Ron must have a lot of questions, but he didn't want to answer any of them right now.

His mind was now filled with all kinds of emotions and confusion.

He needs time to slowly digest the many stories he heard today

…………

At the same time, on the other side, the girls' dormitory.

Compared to the silent boys, Miss Know-It-All doesn't care so much.

"Dalia, I still think there is something wrong with the story you told this afternoon. Especially about Snape."

"Well, Hermione, I'll be happy to explain it again to you alone."

"Are you predicting the future again?" Hermione was obviously not as easy to fool as Ron and Harry.

In fact, Hermione had always had strong doubts about Dahlia's prophetic identity - she couldn't even guess what was for breakfast today. .

"You can't think that divination is a lie just because I can't accurately predict the test content that may appear in class tomorrow, or what I'll eat tomorrow morning. I've explained to you that seeing into the future is uncontrollable. The prophet cannot observe himself..."

Dalia shrugged helplessly, untied her robe and hung it on the hanger, getting ready to clean up.

She just hated sensitive children like Hermione, and Dumbledore wasn't even that difficult to deal with.

"You told me before that the most accurate divination is actually to work backwards after knowing the results in advance."

Hermione stared at Dalia and said word by word, "What you said this afternoon was almost entirely based on the premise that Professor Snape was out to protect Harry. From the beginning to the end, you didn't do anything about it. There is no doubt about Professor Snape, and there is only one explanation for this, that is, you must know who is the murderer who really wants to kill Harry, right? Even..."

Hermione paused and looked at Dalia thoughtfully, "If you are really a prophet and successfully foresee that Harry may have an accident in today's game, then you may have changed the future. ——You seem to be deliberately trying to make Harry fall from the sky!"

"Nonsense!" Dalia said, "Why should I let Harry fall? I also want to know who is behind it!"

But Hermione always felt that Dalia was deliberately avoiding his gaze when she said this.

"Would you like a late-night snack?" Dalia asked Hermione. "I stole an eggplant from class - we can roast it secretly."

Hermione suspected that Dalia was deliberately changing the subject, but as Dalia cut open the eggplant and spread chili sauce, bean paste, and minced garlic on top, Hermione still inevitably swallowed her saliva. , take the initiative to come and light a fire together:

The Gryffindor common room does have a ready-made fireplace, and there are also many gluttonous evil spirits.

That way they wouldn't be able to eat more than a few bites, hiding the barbecue on the window sill of the dormitory, which is not particularly difficult in the magical world.

“Dandelion Scrambled Egg Salad!”

Hermione drew her magic knife and waved it skillfully.

The eggplant floated steadily up and hovered a few feet away from the window sill.

Immediately afterwards, Dalia also raised the magic knife and cut the eggplant floating in the air from a distance.

"Mapo Tofu!"

Hot, bright red-gold flames surged from the tip of her blade.

Magic grilling may lack the flavor of charcoal fire, but it also maximizes the charm of eggplant and various spices.

As the tongues of fire swirled and licked, the unique and alluring aroma of roasted eggplant with garlic began to linger and reverberate in the dormitory.

At this moment, Hermione suddenly remembered the Philosopher's Stone that Dalia and Hagrid were talking about at the very beginning.

Dalia once told her that her magic must go through special magical dishes——

Recipes from the magical world of the East.

"Dalia!" Hermione said, "The Philosopher's Stone can perfectly reproduce all dishes, as well as various ingredients and seasonings. If you had that stone, would your problem of learning magic be solved? You are the biggest now The problem is that I can’t find the right ingredients and seasonings..."

There was no doubt that Dalia did not dare to look Hermione in the eyes this time.

She just hummed and directed the flames to continue roasting the eggplant.

Hermione glanced at Dahlia worriedly and suddenly fell silent.

It won't be long before Christmas, and the Hogwarts School Board's assessment of Dalia will soon begin.

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