A sharp Hogwarts

The process of the sorting ceremony seemed to have suddenly pressed the fast forward button.

Neville was sorted into Gryffindor, Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe or Slytherin.

Morne...Nott...Parkinson...the Patil twins...Pox...and then—

"Harry Potter!"

A burst of whispers sizzled like fire in the auditorium.

Without any surprise, when it was Harry's turn to be sorted, there was a small commotion in the auditorium.

When the Sorting Hat shouted "Gryffindor", the Gryffindor table immediately burst into the loudest cheers of the day.

However, Dalia is not in the mood to lament the tenacity of the world line or observe the atmosphere of each college.

As Professor McGonagall called the names one by one, in the blink of an eye, only Ron and another boy were left beside Dalia.

And Ron finally realized the problem of "roll call order" belatedly.

"Dalia, don't worry, I'm sure..."

"Ron Weasley!"

Before Ron could finish his clumsy words of comfort, his name was called.

Ron glanced at Dalia with some worry, took a deep breath and walked quickly to Professor McGonagall.

"Gryffindor!"

The Sorting Hat shouted almost as soon as it touched his hair.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief and quickly came to the empty seat next to Harry amidst the applause and cheers of Gryffindor House and sat down.

"Very well, Ron, that's great -" Percy Weasley said dramatically, looking over Harry.

However, neither Ron nor Harry were in the mood to enjoy the joy of sorting.

The two of them clasped their hands under the table and stared at Dalia, who was still standing there.

Blaise Shabini, who was ranked behind Ron, was sorted into Slytherin House, and now Dalia was the only one left in the middle of the auditorium corridor.

"Um……"

Professor McGonagall suddenly frowned and glanced at the parchment in confusion.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, this lady—"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Professor McGonagall's face, and she looked at Dalia apologetically.

"I just...well...maybe I accidentally missed it - what is your name?"

"Dahlia, Dahlia Dursley."

"...Dursley?"

Professor McGonagall seemed to have thought of something and subconsciously turned her head to glance at Harry who was sitting at the Gryffindor table.

Then, she unfolded the long roll of parchment in her hand, and her eyes quickly scanned the rows of names.

The auditorium gradually became quiet.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath and stared nervously at Professor McGonagall, whose expression was constantly changing.

After a long silence, Professor McGonagall frowned more and more.

Just when everyone was almost suffocating with tension, Professor McGonagall finally raised her head again and looked at Dalia with a serious face.

"I'm sorry, Miss Dursley," she said solemnly, "I couldn't find your name in the list of new students at Hogwarts this year."

…………

Dalia stood there, feeling her heart beating violently.

Obviously, the ominous premonition that had been lingering in her mind finally turned into reality: she was a gangster.

Even without turning their heads, Dalia knew that everyone in the auditorium had turned their heads and looked at her.

A buzzing sound began to fill the auditorium, like the chirping of countless wasps that were exploding their nests.

Many students even stood up, wanting to see Dalia more clearly - no matter what the truth was, this was an unprecedented and unexpected situation in Hogwarts.

"Oh, you must be mistaken, Professor," Dalia said calmly, "You see, I obviously received a letter from Hogwarts——"

As she spoke, Dalia quickly took out the letter that belonged to her.

"Letter? Wait...how is this possible-"

Professor McGonagall took the letter from Dalia, opened it and glanced at it quickly, and her expression suddenly changed.

As the Vice Principal of Hogwarts, she writes every letter sent to new students, knowing very well that she has never written such a letter.

However, no matter the handwriting, tone of voice, signature on the back...even the ink, wax seal and stationery style, everything is exactly the same as a real freshman notification letter.

"You wait here first—"

Professor McGonagall gave a hurried order, turned around and walked quickly to the staff table, whispering urgently in Dumbledore's ear.

Dumbledore listened attentively and read the letter McGonagall handed him, frowning slightly.

Dalia turned to look at Harry and Ron not far away.

She saw that the students at the long Gryffindor table behind the two of them had their mouths wide open and were looking at her with different expressions.

"If the back-to-school banquet starts early, remember to save some food for me."

Dalia forced a smile and tried to sound relaxed.

"You know, I am a witch with magical powers and a magic knife... maybe, I am just a little unlucky."

"Can……"

Harry opened his mouth, looking confused and panicked.

At this time, Professor Dumbledore suddenly stood up and nodded towards Professor McGonagall.

"Dalia Dursley!" Dumbledore looked at the letter, "Dalia, please come here."

call--

So, it seems that she now at least has a chance to struggle and persuade——

Dalia breathed a sigh of relief and walked forward along the passage in the center of the Hogwarts Great Hall.

She could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at her, as if each eye was a searchlight.

The buzz of discussion grew louder and louder.

Dalia walked up to Dumbledore and looked directly into the old man's eyes over the bridge of his twisted nose.

"Professor Dumbledore, I..."

"Well... please go to that door first, Miss Dursley."

Dumbledore pointed to the door behind the staff desk and looked at Dahlia thoughtfully, looking more curious than surprised.

"Uh-oh."

Dalia nodded and walked along the faculty desk.

She felt the eyes of all the teachers on her, and maybe not just the teachers.

At the end of the faculty desk, there were two well-dressed wizards, one of whom had shiny hair.

Hagrid was sitting on the edge, as if he was stunned, watching Dalia slowly walking by.

Dalia didn't look around too much, and quickly passed through the door. She found herself in a small room, with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on both sides.

boom!

As she entered the room, the fireplace opposite her suddenly lit up, and the fire was burning brightly.

All the faces in the surrounding portraits turned to look at her.

She saw a wrinkled witch swipe away from the frame, get into the frame next to her, and quietly bite her ears with a wizard with a walrus beard.

Wait, Dumbledore knows about her!

Dalia suddenly remembered that when Hagrid sent a letter to Harry, she specially sent a reply via "Tailwind Owl".

However, there was no response for more than a month, and she successfully bought all the equipment, so she forgot about it.

and so……

What is Albus Dumbledore's attitude now...

Dalia frowned slightly, and she found that the "variables" seemed to have increased again.

At this moment, there was a burst of busy footsteps from behind, and a large group of people poured in:

Professor Dumbledore, followed closely by Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick... and the two well-dressed middle-aged wizards.

Before Professor McGonagall closed the door again, Dalia heard in addition to the hum of discussion in the auditorium next door, there was also the sound of knives and forks being crossed.

It was obvious that the Hogwarts first-term dinner had already begun.

"Professor Dumbledore, to be honest, I don't think there is any need to discuss it."

The middle-aged wizard with a shiny hairstyle glanced at Dalia, and said coldly and arrogantly, with a long tone.

"There are just cockroaches in Hogwarts Castle, just drive them out - not everyone can come in to Hogwarts."

cockroach?

Dalia narrowed her eyes, a trace of anger flashing through her heart.

Even without any introduction, Dalia roughly guessed the identity of the middle-aged wizard who was speaking.

This arrogant, annoying voice, pale face and oily hair... it is most likely Lucius Malfoy.

"What is going on, Dumbledore?" Another well-dressed wizard also asked.

"You just said that you received this...well, little guy's reply, but you accidentally forgot it because of your busy schedule. What does this mean?"