A sharp Hogwarts

"Catch that dove spirit! Don't let her escape!"

"Madam, you can't escape, just come back and fill the hole..."

"Lovely author, hehehe, do you still remember the title of our book?"

Call——e=(?o｀*)))

What a risk, I was almost caught on the spot. Internet article writing is indeed a high-risk industry.

The girl hid among the tall stacks of books, staring at the "evil ghost" outside through the gap, her heart pounding.

If she had known that the author's identity would be revealed during the check-in, she should have stayed at home typing today instead of attending some [-]th anniversary writers' gathering.

The venue theme of this "Writers' Friendship Meeting" is a magic second-hand bookstore. The organizer of the event purchased [-] old books that had been dusty for a long time from unknown sources and piled them into a mountain of books.

Each participant can choose seven favorite used books from the on-site book mountain for free based on their admission qualification.

Of course, the most important thing is that authors who successfully sign in can participate in subsequent top-notch banquets cooked by state-level chefs.

Speaking of which, the dishes introduced in the organizer's invitation are not novel dishes at all.

For example, mapo tofu, twice-cooked pork, braised pork, kung pao chicken, pickled fish, sweet and sour pork...

Most of them are very common home-cooked dishes.

But... (?﹃?) There is a certain kind of attraction that is hard to refuse!

Especially when the descriptions of these dishes are also thoughtfully attached with pictures of the chefs cooking and plating them.

This was too tempting for her - whether it was a banquet that made her hungry just thinking about it, or an exchange party where she could buy used books for free.

However, she obviously underestimated the shamelessness of the organizer.

The Michelin reception banquet is a Hongmen banquet. While inviting the author, the organizer also secretly invites a large number of book fans.

Most authors have no chance to reach the center of the venue, and will be caught by the enthusiastic fans gathered outside and escorted to other places.

If she hadn't run away just now, she would have been taken to an unknown location by a large group of enthusiastic book friends to be treated alone like the other pigeon spirits.

And that so-called mountain of old books with a long history of collection that can be chosen at will...

As she hid inside the stack of books, she could clearly see the old books stacked inside as "skeletons."

"4888 examples of home-cooked dishes", "Learning to bake at home", "Everything tastes delicious with the right sauce", "Starting with carving radish: an introduction to knife skills"...

"Ah - I was deceived! I was deceived! It's so abominable! How can you be so perfunctory!!"

Is this also a "Magic Used Bookstore" themed author activity? !

Co-writing "magic" is pronounced "cooking", right?

etc--

Her peripheral vision swept across a corner of the inner wall of the pile of books not far away, and she couldn't help but be slightly startled.

Although the title on the spine was blurred and faded, she could still vaguely make out the few remaining words on it.

"Harry Potter and...the Philosopher's Stone?"

As if driven by some invisible force, she subconsciously pulled out the book buried under a pile of cooking books.

On the mottled, torn, and stained cover, a little wizard riding a broom is chasing a golden snitch through an arch.

"People's Literature Publishing House, September 2000, BJ 9st edition..."

As a senior fan author of the "Harry Potter" series of books, she realized what this was the first moment she opened the title page of the book:

The first printing of the Simplified Chinese version of "Harry Potter"!

"Oh my god, I found a treasure this time - Huh?"

slam-la-

The surroundings suddenly darkened, as if the sound of countless pairs of wings flapping came from above.

(⊙o⊙)

She subconsciously raised her head and looked towards the ceiling.

Dozens, maybe hundreds, of books slipped from above and fell towards the intruder below who broke the balance of the mountain of books.

This is terrible——

Looking at the "Yu of Books" falling rapidly from above, she protected her head with one hand while holding the baby in her arms tightly.

Wish...

Don't let it hurt too much. QAQ

Also, don’t influence her to eat the “state banquet level” Mapo Tofu! !

----

pat.

Something hit her hard on the head.

Immediately afterwards, thirty or forty "hard book pages" poured down like a torrential rain.

She felt as if she were in a waterfall of pages, with the sound of swishing paper coming from all directions.

It was also mixed with the roars of men in shock and anger, the terrified screams of women and children, and the cheers of another little kid...

Um, wait?

Why is there a waterfall formed by "book pages"? !

And...the voices of those men, women, and little kids are...

She opened her eyes suddenly. The unfamiliar yet familiar living room looked like a small house with a garden that only existed on the outskirts of European cities.

An endless stream of white envelopes fell from the kitchen chimney, flew out like bullets through the fireplace, and started a rainstorm in the living room.

"Give it to me quickly! Give me the letter quickly!"

A chubby man roared loudly and chased a thin black-haired boy with glasses.

Next to her, a woman looked at the chaotic living room with a fearful expression, holding a little fat man in her arms while trembling and screaming.

"Dursley! Ouch! Oh my God - Dursley! H-hurry think of a way..."

"Dad! Dad! What the hell is this?! These letters are crazy!"

"Those are my letters! Let me go!"

"Don't even think about it—get out, get out!"

There were violent quarrels and collisions in the corridor outside the living room.

And judging from the man's vicious, panting and proud voice, it seemed that the chase had finally come to an end.

Dursley?

letter?

The girl looked around.

Obviously she has never been here before, but everything looks so familiar.

She subconsciously raised her hand and picked out a letter among the white waves flying in the sky.

She turned over the envelope and stared at it intently, as if a thick rubber band snapped, buzzing in her mind.

Yes, she probably knew where she was now because the address was clearly written on the envelope.

Surrey

Little Whinging District

4 Privet Drive

cupboard under stairs

Mr. Harry Potter accepts.

The letter was made of heavy parchment and the address was written in emerald green ink.Of course, no stamps were affixed.

With trembling hands she turned the envelope over.

It has a wax seal, a shield and a capital "H" surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake.

and many more……

If this is really the scene she imagined, then what exactly is she...

Snapped!

"Dalia! Throw it away! Don't touch that damn letter—"

Before she could sort out her chaotic thoughts, a sharp pain came from the back of her hand. The woman next to her suddenly rushed over and roughly snatched the letter from her hand.

Da... Leah?

She raised her head in confusion, and saw an unfamiliar face reflected in the small mirror on the mantelpiece.

She has a delicate face of a European and American girl, with a high nose bridge, a pair of watery blue eyes, and thick, smooth blond hair hanging from her shoulders.

"Wait, so...what is this-"

"Come out! Everyone come out!"

At this moment, the irritable fat man suddenly turned back.

He grabbed Dalia with one hand and the other two people in the room with the other and rushed out of the living room.

The door to the living room was slammed shut by him.

Still, everyone could hear the letters still pouring out of the kitchen fireplace.

The letters bounced off the floor and walls, making a plop-plop sound.

“It’s over, it’s over—that’s it!”

The chubby, muscular man said as he tried to remain calm, while pulling his beard hard.

"I want you to come back within 5 minutes and get ready to go. We are leaving here. You go pack some clothes right now. There is no negotiation!"

"As for Harry, you boy - you're not allowed to go anywhere! And you're not allowed to ask any questions!"

The man yelled viciously at the black-haired boy, and then turned to look at the girl and the fat man who were stunned in the corridor.

"Don't be afraid, Dalia, Dudley... an outing, a temporary family outing..."

He took a deep breath and seemed to be trying hard to smile softly.

Although this smile combined with his half-plucked beard and twisted expression made him look even more terrifying.

However, the girl's attention was not focused on the man who was trying to calm her "panic" mood.

"Dursley, Harry, Dudley, letters, Privet Drive..."

The girl looked around, looking at the familiar yet extremely unfamiliar environment.

The burning pain on the back of her hand reminded her that this did not seem to be some illusory and absurd dream.

only……

If she really came to the magical world as countless people dreamed of, and came to No. 4 Privet Drive where all the stories began.

that……

Who is she?

The next moment, countless messy memory fragments suddenly poured out.

The strong stinging sensation and explosive roar made her lose her balance instantly.

Moments before the dizzy stupor arrived, she finally remembered her name.

Dahlia, Dahlia Dursley.

The beloved daughter of Vernon and Petunia Dursley.

as well as……

In the eyes of Harry Potter, his cousin Dudley Dursley is strong, domineering, and greedy for violence...

Twin sister? !