A sharp Hogwarts

Ollivander's…smithy.

Dalia stood by the street, looking at the dilapidated sign without saying a word, without moving.

Since yesterday, some bizarre things have been eroding the magical world in her memory.

Food, magical dishes, accompanying magic...and those knives.

She seemed to be in a bizarre dream, and when she came to the store, she knew that everything should come to light.

"What's wrong?" Penny turned around in confusion.

"Well...Mom——"

Dalia was silent for a moment, looking away from the giant bellows at the door.

"These magic knives, the cooking that Hagrid mentioned before...the magic in this world...what exactly is it?"

"Oh my God - Dalia, I thought that rash professor told you this, but he didn't say anything?!"

"Actually... I lied. There is no Professor Slughorn..."

Dalia thought for a few seconds, raised her head and looked into Penny's eyes, and said seriously.

"I seem to be able to see part of the future, but the future I see seems slightly different from reality?"

She repeated to Petunia Dursley what she had told Harry last night, including the blonde witch who mocked herself as "YOUKNOWWHO" and the story she had seen.

"——In the fragments I saw, wizards used wands instead of sharp blades, and cast spells by chanting spells and gestures——"

"Magic is not that easy to learn. If it is just spells, gestures or magic props - we all have hands and feet - then most ordinary people also have the opportunity to use magic."

"Actually, I have tried many times before. I have tried every conceivable method, and even begged in a low voice - to your Aunt Lily and that Professor Dumbledore! But magic is not that easy. Monkeys can imitate human magic. Actions, but ordinary people can’t imitate the wizard’s magic!”

"Then...what exactly is magic?"

"Magic is actually a ritual. It originates from the gifts of abilities inspired by ancient rituals."

"They do look just like in the story, they can make wind and rain, light bonfires, and even turn stones into gold..."

Petunia frowned, trying to remember what Lily had explained.

"It's like an offering from mythical times-"

“People cooked food and performed rituals to seek blessings from the gods—but magic accompanies certain magical dishes.

It's a bit like you gaining weight after eating delicious fat meat - the only difference is that what wizards 'grow' is magic... Of course, they will also grow meat, which may only be fully understood if you experience it yourself."

"So what are those magical dishes and those knives in the hands of wizards?"

"Actually, it's just a normal dish, the taste may be a little bit special. As for the magic knife..."

Penny paused for a few seconds, as if recalling some not-so-good past events, her voice became a little lower.

"That is the key to the magical world. Your Aunt Lily said that magical dishes must be cooked with magic kitchen utensils-"

"So, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry teaches cooking skills?" Dalia took a breath and said with a complicated expression.

"That's part of it, but there's also a lot of real magic in it."

Penny shook her head gently, her tone mixed with a hint of yearning and sigh.

"Wizards cook dishes like magic, and after eating those dishes, they will gain real magic. Ordinary people, whether they cook the dishes as they are - from kitchen utensils to various techniques - or eat the magic dishes secretly , will not be favored by magic."

"Pe-Mom-are those strange dishes you cook at home the Hogwarts recipes?"

Dahlia suddenly remembered that unlike other housewives, Petunia Dursley's recipes occasionally had some strange recipes.

In the memory of the "original soul", Dalia and Dudley had never been treated poorly when eating.

"It's just a partial similarity. Maybe...it's hard to say whether they have a role?"

Penny glanced at Dalia, suddenly thought of something, changed the subject, and spoke softly with blazing eyes.

"But...Dalia, you are different from me. You are a natural witch! A real witch."

"You can definitely choose your own magic knife and open up your magical world."

"These galleons should be enough. If not, come out and get them from me."

She looked deeply at the shop not far away, counted out twenty gold coins and handed them to Dalia, her voice sounded a little strange.

"Go on, Dalia, I'll be waiting outside for you to come out—"

"Huh? Mom, why don't you go in...Okay, I'll buy it as soon as possible."

Dalia raised her head and glanced at Petunia, and suddenly understood - on this day more than ten years ago, Lily must have been accompanied by her family to walk through Diagon Alley, so Petunia tried her best to write a letter to Dumbledore. It’s impossible that I haven’t tried my stubbornness here.

Obviously, Ollivander's is not an ordinary store where you can buy things smoothly just by paying gold galleons.

If Gringotts wizards are looking at "documentary" proof, then this may be the real one...

Can it be detected by magic?

…………

When Dalia opened the door and walked into the store, the banging sound at the back of the store suddenly stopped.

The shop was very small, with nothing else but a bench, and a faint dark silver cold light flashing around it.

Dalia sat on the bench and waited. She suddenly had a strange feeling, as if she had arrived at a heavily guarded armory;

She suppressed the many new questions that had just arisen in her mind and looked around at the thousands of long and narrow boxes that stretched to the ceiling.

For some reason, she suddenly felt uncomfortable.

There was a sharp metallic smell in the air, as well as a scalp-numbing shudder.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice, startling Dalia.

Because there was suddenly a loud clicking sound, and she quickly stood up from the bench.

An old man appeared in front of her at some point.

The old man's big, light-colored eyes were like two shining moons in the dim shop.

But what really scares her is...

Different from the thin, weird old man described in movies and even novels...

Although this old man was also small, judging from his steel-like muscle lines, he could hit at least ten Vernon Dursleys.

More importantly, as the old man appeared in the store, the originally dim store suddenly lit up.

Dalia initially thought they were magic cold light lamps placed around the ceiling, but when she took a closer look, she realized that those were not the magic lamps she had imagined - there were nearly a hundred shapes hanging from the ceiling of the store. Different sharp blades shining with cold light!

"Welcome here, dear little one - oh yes, I knew I would see you sooner or later."

The old man looked at Dalia carefully, as if he was looking at some rare treasure.

"Yes, you look so much like your mother and aunt..."