A sharp Hogwarts

"Leave the Sleeping Dragon alone? Sorry, Mr. Malfoy, that's not how you're described."

Dalia looked at Draco condescendingly. She knew very well that there was a difference between reality and fiction.

Without the good looks in the original book, Draco Malfoy is just a spoiled child who won't give in until he's beaten.

Perhaps they were afraid that Dalia would chase them and continue to beat them, or they might be hearing footsteps coming from the other end of the corridor. The three Malfoys glared at Dalia hatefully, and without even saying a harsh word, they quickly jumped from the ground. He got up and ran away in a slightly embarrassed manner - as for pulling out the kitchen knife?Dalia's ugly kitchen knife doesn't look easy to deal with.

"Wow - cool."

Ron glanced at the three Malfoys who were sneaking away in confusion, and then looked at the strange-looking kitchen knife in Dalia's hand.

"I think no one in school can bully you." Ron whispered to Harry, "Your cousin, I bet she can at least hit a carriage."

"It's not surprising at all. In the Dursley family, Dudley doesn't even dare to mess with Dalia -"

Harry shrugged, not looking particularly excited or happy.

In fact, to be more precise, he and Dudley were both beaten by Dalia on many occasions.

The Dursleys never interfered in the internal disputes of their three children, and if they needed to be scolded, they would stand by Dahlia most of the time.

"Don't be so timid, be brave...Ron."

At this moment, Dalia returned to the cubicle and nodded her chin in the direction of the corridor outside.

"If someone like Malfoy is a mean-mouthed person, you should beat him up every time he talks mean-mouthed. The Hogwarts Express is a lawless place."

"Don't reason with him. You don't expect to convince Malfoy, do you? And Harry, too. When school violence occurs, gentlemen should take the initiative to protect girls..."

"...Oh, oh." Harry and Ron secretly exchanged a look. Anyway, what the "lady" said was right.

"By the way, have you met Malfoy before?"

Ron suddenly remembered the conversation just now and looked at the two of them curiously.

"Yes, we met in Diagon Alley - Madam Malkin's robe store."

"My mom and I had a little...well, unpleasant incident with them when we were shopping for a pet."

Dahlia and Harry briefly told Ron about their encounter with Malfoy in Diagon Alley.

Of course, in this version of the story, Dalia selectively omits some unladylike details of the conflict.

"I've heard about his family, the Malfoy family. They followed You-Know-Who." Ron said gloomily. "After You-Know-Who disappeared, they were the first people to come back to us - they said they were possessed. But my father doesn’t believe it. He said that once the situation changes, Malfoy’s father will fall back to the dark forces without making any excuses.”

dark power?This is the word Dalia heard again today.

She remembered that in the original book, Voldemort's followers were called "Death Eaters", and wondered if they would eat anything else in this world?

However, before Dalia and Harry had time to ask more about the mysterious people and the Malfoy family, the compartment door was opened again.

"Ron kid, you'd better change into your robes quickly - Hogwarts is almost here."

Fred and George's heads popped out of the door, looked around, and said in confusion.

"Were you fighting just now? When we came here, we saw the Malfoy boy and his followers leaving here with a sullen expression."

"Dalia taught them a lesson before I could do anything."

Ron sighed with regret and looked at George and Fred rather suspiciously.

"But why do you suddenly have the time to come here -"

"Of course, I'm going to show you the cute big bag spider——"

"Oh, thanks for the reminder. Goodbye. We're going to change into our robes now."

Before George and Fred could take the box out of their pockets and open it like a treasure, Dalia closed the door expressionlessly.

She turned around and winked at Ron - this could be regarded as compensation for her tricking Ron into eating forest crab legs.

Harry glanced out the car window and saw that it was already dark.

Under a deep purple sky, the train was passing through a range of mountains and woods, seeming to be gradually slowing down.

The three of them quickly took off their coats and put on black robes.Ron's robe was a little shorter, and his old sneakers were exposed underneath.

…………

"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in 5 minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train. We will send you to school."

The sound echoed on the train.

Harry's stomach turned so nervously that he saw Ron's face turning pale under his freckles.

In fact, Dalia wasn't doing much better - she checked her luggage and her small carry-on bag one last time.

Finally, at Dalia's suggestion, they packed the unopened snacks into the suitcase and stuffed the remaining candies into their pockets.

This made the three of them calm down a little, so they wouldn't be anxious for the rest of the time.

The train slowed down and finally stopped.

The students were pushing and shoving, and they rushed to the car door and got down to a dark and small platform.

The cold night made everyone shiver.

Then a light swayed above the students' heads, and Dahlia and Harry heard a familiar voice shout:

"First years! First years come over here! Harry, oh, and Daria, come over here. Are you okay?"

Hagrid smiled on his bearded face above the crowd of thousands.

Everyone followed Hagrid down a steep and narrow path, which was filled with a black lake.

On the high hillside on the other side of the lake stands a majestic castle with spiers and windows shining under the starry sky.

"No more than four people per boat!" Hagrid shouted, pointing to a group of small boats moored on the shore.Harry, Dahlia and Ron got on the boat, and Hermione came up too.

A group of small boats rowed forward across the mirror-flat lake.

The boat carried them through the ivy curtain that covered the cliff face to the secluded open entrance.

By the light of Hagrid's lantern, they climbed up a tunnel in the rock, and finally reached a flat, damp meadow in the shadow of the castle.

Everyone climbed up the stone steps and gathered in front of a huge oak door.

Hagrid raised his huge fist and knocked on the castle door three times.

The door opened instantly.

A tall black-haired witch wearing an emerald green robe stood in front of the gate, looking at the new students seriously.

"First-year freshman, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

"Thank you, Hagrid. Let me pick you up here."

She opened the door wide.The entrance hall was large enough to fit the entire Dursley's house into it, and like Gringotts, the stone walls were surrounded by blazing torches.

The ceiling is so high that you can barely see the top.

On the front is a luxurious marble staircase leading directly to the upper floor.

They followed Professor McGonagall along the stone floor.Dalia and others heard the buzzing voices of hundreds of people coming from the door on the right.

Obviously, students from other classes in the school should have arrived - but Professor McGonagall took the first years to a small empty room at the other end of the hall.

Everyone rushed in, rubbing shoulders and huddling together, staring nervously at everything around them.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall clapped her hands, looked around, and said softly, "The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you take your seats in the auditorium, you must first confirm that you have entered Which house. Classification is a very important ceremony, because while you are at school, the house is like your home at Hogwarts. You will have classes with other students in the house and live in the house's dormitory together. Spending our free time together in the college common room.”

"The names of the four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin."

"Each house has its own glorious history and has produced outstanding wizards. During your stay at Hogwarts, your outstanding performance will earn extra points for your house, and any violation will make you Points will be deducted for the college you are in. At the end of the year, the college with the highest score will receive the College Cup, which is a very high honor."

"I hope that no matter which college you are assigned to, you can bring glory to the college. In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school."

"I suggest you tidy up and feel refreshed while waiting."

Her eyes wandered among the freshmen.

Every student caught by her eyes involuntarily smoothed their hair or pulled the corners of their clothes to avoid making a fool of themselves later.

"I'll pick you up when it's ready over there," said Professor McGonagall. "Please keep quiet while you wait."

She left the room.Harry finally let out a breath.

"How are they going to put us in exactly which house?" he asked Ron.

"There's got to be a test, I suppose. Fred said it hurt us a lot, but I think he was joking."

Harry's heart trembled.

Taking a test?In front of the whole school teachers and students?

But he still doesn't know any magic - what should he do?

When they came here, he didn't expect such a move.He looked around anxiously. Everyone was also frightened.

"Relax, it's not that complicated - the Sorting Hat will assign houses according to each person's characteristics..."

Dalia glanced at the anxious crowd, sighed, and explained helplessly.

It seems that the tradition of preschool scares is the same no matter which world.

"The sorting hat?"

"Trait?"

"Well, the four founders of Hogwarts put their thoughts into a magic hat, so that it can sort students into various houses according to their talents and qualities."

Dalia looked at the surrounding classmates who were listening with their ears pricked up, and simply sat at the top of the steps to introduce them.

"You should know that Hogwarts has four houses."

“Each college has requirements for the quality and talent of students, which comes from the founder’s preferences.”

"Gryffindor values ​​true courage, courage, courage... and the adventurous spirit of always pursuing freedom;"

"Ravenclaw likes those who are thirsty for knowledge and like to delve into things - she believes that the wisdom of the students in her house must be superior to others;"

"When Slytherin selects students, it mainly favors wizards who are shrewd and ambitious, who despise the law but yearn for the origin of magic."

"As for Hufflepuff, it is upright, honest, persevering and pragmatic, and has a lot of experience. This should be the largest house in Hogwarts. I think its most important thing is inclusiveness and..."

"Cough hum-"

At this moment, a slight cough suddenly came from behind Dalia.

She felt someone tap her shoulder with a roll of paper, and she turned her head just in time to see Professor McGonagall with her lips pursed tightly.

"Oh, sorry - Professor, I just..."

"Excellent explanation. Very fresh perspective and in-depth interpretation. I'm glad to hear this instead of superficial food taste theory..."

Professor McGonagall took a deep look at Dalia and showed a smile of approval.

"Unfortunately, there is not enough time now, everyone is still waiting in the auditorium."

"The sorting ceremony is about to begin."

"Now, line up in a single file," Professor McGonagall nodded to the freshmen and said seriously, "Please follow me."

Eh? !

On the other side, Dalia stood there blankly as if she had been petrified.

A new, novel angle?

Deep interpretation rather than superficial taste theory of dishes? !

Dalia suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart. What she just said was obviously common sense in the original book!

What exactly is this branch...