A sharp Hogwarts

Dandelion scrambled egg salad looks simple, but it is not easy to make.

Harry and Seamus tinkered with the vinaigrette over and over again, but they still couldn't make magic happen.

Harry thought it was the scrambled eggs that were not as fluffy as Professor Flitwick had described.

Seamus thought it was because the dandelions were cut off for too long and were not completely dried, making them taste wrinkled and soggy.

Seamus was so angry that he picked up the magic knife and chopped it several times. The unpleasant burnt smell instantly came out, and the dandelions were all set on fire. Harry had to temporarily put down the scrambled eggs at hand and hurriedly help put out the fire.In panic, Harry subconsciously looked to the front row. If Dalia was still in the classroom, she would have finished everything by now.

In the direction of Harry's gaze, Ron's mood was not much better.He was put into the same group as Hermione, but that didn't make him happy.

"What are you doing?! Why do you throw away my scrambled eggs?!"

Ron shouted loudly, like an angry bull, and many people subconsciously looked back.

"You did it wrong," Harry heard Hermione say unceremoniously. "You didn't add milk to the eggs, and your scrambled eggs were too runny. You shouldn't make up for the seasoning afterwards. You should season it first." , instead of adding it after the eggs are in the pot, I don’t want to waste time on this kind of failed work that can’t be accompanied by magic at first sight.”

"Since you know everything, then do it yourself!" Ron roared.

He slapped the chef's knife on the chopping board, crossed his arms and looked at Hermione, motioning for her to take over the frying pan.

Hermione's division of labor this time was responsible for the processing of dandelions and the preparation of oil and vinegar sauce.

However, that doesn't mean she doesn't know how to deal with the Fire Step - she had occasionally tried it before when she and Dalia were teaming up.

Hermione rolled up her sleeves, adjusted the egg liquid three times, poured it into the pot, and slowly pushed it closer as the scrambled eggs solidified.

When it's still a little wet, remove the frying pan, use the remaining heat to dry up the last egg liquid, then put it on a plate and wait for the juice to pour over and stir.

She skillfully sprinkled fine salt, ground black pepper and red wine vinegar into a small bowl, stirred quickly to completely dissolve the fine salt in the vinegar sauce, then added an appropriate amount of olive oil and sunflower seed oil, and finally added a little chicken breast gravy, all the steps were completed in less than 10 minutes, and the finished product was cooked to a textbook standard.

Then, under Ron's gaze, Hermione scooped up a large spoonful of dandelion scrambled egg salad and stuffed it into her mouth, chewed and swallowed.

Within a few minutes, Hermione gracefully raised the chef's knife in her hand and waved it gently.

"Dandelion scrambled egg salad!"

The feather placed in front of them rose from the table and floated four feet above their heads.

Hermione shook the kitchen knife in her hand and directed the feathers to fly higher and higher, while turning her head to glance at Ron.

"Oh, well done!" Professor Flitwick clapped his hands and shouted, "Look, everyone, Miss Granger has succeeded!"

In the following time, Hermione imitated Dalia's usual way of correcting the operational errors of other young wizards back and forth.

With her help, everyone "ate out" the floating magic one after another, but most of the little wizards didn't appreciate it.

Compared to Dalia's communication method, Hermione preferred to give orders like a professor.

And when her "command" was proved to be correct, everyone felt even more panicked.

When get out of class was about to end, Ron's mood was extremely bad.

"No wonder everyone can't stand her," he said to Harry as they trudged through the crowded corridors. "Look at her!"

"Ron, Granger may just want to help Gryffindor gain some points. After all, we have deducted a lot of points in the past few months..."

Neville said carefully that he had asked Dahlia and Hermione for help in the past few months, and he did not think Hermione was a bad person.

"Besides, doesn't Hermione always help everyone? Maybe we are wrong..."

"Then do you think she has any friends?" Ron snorted, "Dalia wants to be friends with her, but do you think she treats Dalia?!"

He said bitterly, his voice suddenly raised to a high pitch, and he looked angrily at Neville who was walking to the side.

"Everyone knows Dalia's midterm exam is coming soon, but how does she do it?!"

"I tried so hard to show that I wanted to get rid of Dalia quickly. Fortunately, Dalia had been playing with her before—"

"Did you see the Charms class today? If she hadn't been showing off there, Dalia wouldn't have failed when she left."

"Oh, you didn't add milk - oh, the scrambled eggs were runny - oh, you should be like this, you should be like that -" Ron imitated Hermione's accent, "That's not helping people, she's Who does she show her condescension to? If I say she should be sorted into Slytherin House, she is simply a nightmare!"

Someone bumped into them and hurried past the three of them.It's Hermione.

Harry caught a glimpse of her face - and was surprised to see she was crying.

"I think she heard what you said, she seemed to be crying." Harry pointed to the figure in front of him.

"so what?"

Ron said, showing a hint of uneasiness but continuing stubbornly.

"She will soon discover that she has no friends left. She is clearly trying to get rid of Dalia, just because Dalia is better than her."

Hermione didn't show up for the next class, nor did Daria return to class, and neither was seen throughout the afternoon.

Harry and Ron went downstairs towards the restaurant, preparing to attend the Halloween party. They overheard Patil telling her friend Lavender that Hermione locked herself in the women's bathroom and cried sadly, not letting anyone in. comfort her.Ron looked even more uncomfortable after hearing this.But when he thought that there was still no news from Dahlia, he quickly found a reason - "Dahlia might be a hundred times sadder than her now! Those guys on the Hogwarts school board might be making things difficult for her! "

After hearing Ron's guess, Harry took back his original words of persuasion. He planned to wait for Dalia to come back and ask her what she thought.

However, a moment later, when they walked into the Great Hall and saw the colorful Halloween decorations, they immediately forgot about Hermione and Dahlia.

A thousand bats fluttered on the walls and ceiling, and a thousand more circled like low dark clouds over the dining table, making the candle flames flicker in the pumpkin's belly.All kinds of delicacies suddenly appeared on golden plates, just like at the banquet at the beginning of school.

What made Ron and Harry even more happy was that not long after, Dahlia also appeared at the Gryffindor table.

…………

"Dalia (cousin), are you okay? What did the gentlemen from the school board and the Ministry of Magic say?"

"Where's the principal? Professor Dumbledore will definitely not let them do whatever they want, right?"

Seeing Dalia reappearing in the auditorium, Harry and Ron quickly put down the food in their hands and asked with concern on their faces.

Professor Dumbledore and Dahlia arrived in the auditorium almost one after the other.

However, the two didn't seem to have much communication.

This is because……

"It's okay, Professor Dumbledore - of course he can control the situation."

Dalia glanced at the old man sitting in the center of the faculty seat and said quietly with some dissatisfaction.

Following her "prophecy", the Ministry of Magic successfully arrested "Barty Cratchit Jr." at the Crouch home.

In exchange, Connery Fudge also used the privileges of the Ministry of Magic to assist Dumbledore in opening Lestrange's vault.

Hufflepuff's golden cup belonged to Hogwarts' "stolen property", which was given to the goblins of Gringotts by the Ministry of Magic - and Dumbledore kept his promise and only took the golden cup without touching anything in the vault. A copper coin. As for Ravenclaw's diadem and Slytherin's pendant, those will naturally be done slowly.

In addition, the Ministry of Magic now partially recognizes Dalia's status as a "prophet", and her "prophecies" are stored in the Hall of Prophecy.

Mr Greengrass said it was good news that the Hogwarts board would reconsider Dahlia's midterm exams.

Of course, there is more to Dumbledore's narration than this, and today's visitors hope that Dalia can come up with payment content.

Any peek into the future comes with a price, and they prefer to pay that price rather than the invisible price.

Well, the above one was made up by Dumbledore on the spur of the moment.

But when this sentence comes from the mouth of Albus Dumbledore, its credibility is almost equivalent to the natural law that the sun rises from the east.

"Aurors will be sent to guard around No. 4 Privet Drive during the holidays."

"Special permission to keep thestrals in the castle."

"Gagging Order Concerning the Identity of the 'Prophet'."

"And a thousand gold galleons."

Except for the last of Dumbledore's four demands, almost all of them were empty promises.

And when Dalia learned that the thousand gold galleons would be sent directly to Privet Drive and temporarily kept by her parents...

Dumbledore is a shameless old liar!

Moreover, he is still the kind of proud, self-willed old guy!

Because Dalia specifically reminded Dumbledore before leaving that Quirrell might cause chaos today, but he didn't seem to care at all.

"Quirinas is very smart. He will use various methods to give us early warning——"

Dumbledore said this, and he even looked a little happy and relieved, "I assure you, the only one 'injured' in these incidents is Tom."

Well - Dalia also admitted that joining forces to "tease" Voldemort is indeed a good way to relieve stress.

However, if you can't avoid the mandatory plot battle, it becomes a bit bad.

"What are you talking about?! Didn't I tell you so many times before—"

Dalia frowned heavily, looked at Harry and Ron, and quickly glanced around the Gryffindor table.

"You can make trouble anytime you want, but on Halloween, can you please stop bullying Hermione Granger!"

"But, she went too far in Charms class today..."

Ron's lips moved and he defended weakly.

"Besides—"

boom!

The door of the auditorium was suddenly pushed open.

Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the auditorium, his big scarf hanging crookedly on his head, his face full of panic.

Everyone subconsciously stopped and turned to stare at Quirrell.

I saw him walking quickly to Dumbledore's seat, panting and shouting loudly.

"Troll——"

"—in the underground classroom—thought you should know."

After speaking, he fell to the floor and passed out.

The auditorium suddenly became a mess, and almost all the little wizards were screaming in terror.

Beside the faculty seats, all the professors' expressions became strange, and they all turned their heads to look at Dumbledore, who looked calm.

This situation...

In fact, even Daria couldn't help but roll her eyes.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was frightened by a troll?

Isn't this really an April Fool's Day performance?