A sharp Hogwarts

"What? That kid really said that?!"

Hagrid looked very indignant, turned his head to look at Dalia, and shouted angrily.

"Next time you hear him say that again, just slash him with a knife, or at the worst, give him a good beating!"

"Yes, but we don't know what that means - although it sounds very rude..."

Harry said with some confusion. He felt that it must be a very vicious sentence, because Ron almost rushed out and beat Malfoy.

"That's the most insulting thing he could think of," Ron replied breathlessly. "Mudblood is a slanderous term for Muggle-born people - people whose parents don't know magic. Some wizards, For example, the Malfoys always feel that they are superior to others because they are so-called pure-blooded wizards."

"Actually, that's fine with me - there are a lot more ugly and rude curse words than this in the non-magical world."

Dalia calmly cut her venison shank. This was not to comfort Ron. She really didn't feel anything.

"I don't think my parents' bloodline is anything to be ashamed of, it's just a title."

In fact, compared to Mudblood, the name Squib made her more angry.

"No, he's not insulting your parents-"

At this moment, Hagrid shook his head and said angrily.

"That kid is scolding you. It's an ugly name. It means dirty, inferior, and contaminated blood."

"There are some purebred wizards who believe that food cooked by Muggles is dirty. Food that has not been processed by magic knives and magic kitchen utensils is only eaten by lower-class people and even beasts. They grew up eating Muggle food. Every inch of skin and every drop of blood is dirty. Of course, this is all crazy talk. Nowadays, most wizards will eat some food processed by Muggles. If they eat magic dishes every day, wizards may have long since If all species are extinct in this world, they will starve to death sooner or later——"

"Eh? Mudblood refers to... wizards who grew up eating Muggle food?" Dalia blinked.

She knew that the world could be a little outrageous from time to time, but she had thought that at least the villains remained the same.

"Then...Slytherin House, I mean what did those dark wizards want to do back then - I thought they were discriminating against Muggles."

"Discriminating against Muggles? This is of course one of their labels, but those cruel things are not just as simple as discriminating against Muggles."

Hagrid's expression suddenly darkened, he glanced at the curious little guys around him, swallowed his saliva and continued.

"In the eyes of some lunatics, cooking is a magic unique to wizards, while Muggles are despicable beings who steal and taint this magic... Muggles are very powerful, but maybe they can't use magic to complete certain dishes. But they have created various tools that can replicate or even surpass the original manual work of wizards. Therefore, some pure-blood lunatics are clamoring to purify the world. They are clamoring to destroy those Muggles who peek into the sacredness of magic - by any means - That’s what they want to do.”

"Of course, it sounds crazy, right? But it almost happened back then... Fortunately, in the end-"

Hagrid glanced at Harry, sighed with a complicated expression, waved his hands, and said in a low tone.

"Not many people believe in this theory now. Only the Slytherin side still has some remnants."

"Slytherin? Professor Snape said they are actually - salty?"

Harry asked curiously. He suddenly remembered the confusion in class, "So...are they actually because everyone doesn't like salty food?"

"Salty taste? Maybe it was a long time ago—"

Hagrid raised his eyebrows and said roughly.

"However, things have changed there a long time ago. They reject all non-magical things and advocate the most primitive magical cooking."

"I remember what they said before...the most high-end ingredients..."

"The most high-end ingredients often require only the simplest cooking methods?"

Dalia added with a strange expression, suddenly understanding the differences between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

If Slytherin House rejects complex cooking, then salt, roasting, and stewing are undoubtedly the most simple and natural...or ancient.

As the house of Gryffindor is heavily spicy, oily and flavorful, the fusion of various spices and cooking techniques will naturally collide with Slytherin's ideas.

"Well, that seems to be the case, but if you ask me, it's all bullshit——"

Hagrid nodded casually and reached out to fiddle with the roasted meat and fish on the fire.

"Slytherin hasn't produced any great magical dishes in recent years, so it's aimed its finger elsewhere."

"Actually, it's because of this strange idea that there are so many dark wizards there - they are somewhat abnormal."

Dalia originally wanted to ask what was going on with Death Eaters and dark magic, but she looked at Hagrid's expression and finally held back.

As a first-year student, you should not inquire about some information casually, and besides, Hagrid may not know much about it.

"Dalia," Hagrid seemed to suddenly think of something at this moment, "I heard that you have encountered a problem with your companion magic. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I have some ideas...but there is nothing I can do for the time being."

Dalia shrugged, sighed helplessly, spread her hands and said with some resignation.

"After all - it's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. I'm lacking so many things now that I can't even verify it..."

Importing kitchen utensils and ingredients from Asia was more difficult than she imagined. This was not the 21st century she had lived in.

Magic kitchen utensils and foreign ingredients are subject to strict customs inspections, and they are basically not sold in Diagon Alley.

As for non-magical kitchen utensils, she had no way to get them while living at Hogwarts Castle.

"QIAOFUNANWEIWUMI...what does that mean?" Hagrid frowned and repeated with some difficulty.

"Oh, this is an Eastern proverb. It roughly means that a powerful witch cannot cook delicious dishes without rice."

Dalia was startled, quickly regained her composure, and explained casually without changing her expression.

Just now she was distracted and subconsciously spoke Chinese. Fortunately, there were no old monsters present.

"I also read it in a book, it's probably of no use - haha ​​-"

East...Witch...Rice...

Hagrid nodded and silently made a note in his mind.

Perhaps, when he goes to the pub for a drink later, he can help and ask.

…………

Meanwhile, Malfoy Manor.

At the closed door of the manor, a tall and thin old wizard with a stern expression suddenly appeared.

He must be crazy to break into a pure-blood wizard's manor privately and ask for a diary that may not even exist based on unconfirmed "prophecies"...

but……

Dumbledore shook his head.

It's always better to be called an old lunatic than to have the Chamber of Secrets reopened in Hogwarts Castle.