A broken Hogwarts
Chapter 1 Owen Shafik
Chapter 1 Owen Shafiq
Amidst the loud whistle, the Hogwarts Express accelerated, leaving platform nine and three-quarters far behind.
The warm sunlight shines through the car window, illuminating a car with four people sitting there, and also gilding the body of the boy sitting by the car window with a layer of gold.
The boy has short, smooth black hair and a pair of pitch-black eyes. His pale skin seems to be glowing under the sunlight, his cheeks have soft contours, and his appearance is so handsome that he can be called beautiful.
At this time, he was holding his chin in one hand and looking out the window at the plains speeding by, his black eyes narrowed lazily, his posture was leisurely but still elegant, like a cat lazily basking in the sun.
After a while, the boy turned his head, clasped his fingers on his chin and glanced at the other three people in the carriage. He was the first to break the silence and said in a soft tone with a slight smile: "Owen Shafiq (
Erwin Shafiq, a first-year student, please give me your advice."
As if a switch was pressed, the atmosphere in the carriage quickly became lively, and the four freshmen from different places became familiar with each other.
"Hermione Granger." said the girl with thick brown hair.
Hearing the name, Owen Shafiq took a serious look at her. The obscured memories in his mind were like buds about to burst out of the ground, but in the end they were suffocated in the mud.
"I'm really looking forward to arriving at Hogwarts soon. I mean, this is my first contact with the wizarding world. No one in my family knows magic, so when I received the admission notice, I was very surprised, but I also felt
I'm very happy... As far as I know, this is the best magic school. I have read many descriptions of this school in "Hogwarts: A History of the School"..."
The girl kept talking to herself, and then she stopped talking after a long time: "Oh, by the way, what are your names?"
"Neville... Neville Longbottom." The round-faced boy sitting opposite her stammered, nervously letting go of the toad in his hand. The toad moved its eyes slightly and jumped silently.
When I got to the chair, I crawled slowly.
At this time, the thin boy sitting opposite Owen said: "Hello, my name is Harry Potter."
"Harry Potter!" Hermione and Neville's eyes widened at the same time, turning their heads to stare directly at Harry's face, making each other blush.
"Is it really you? I know everything about you. You are mentioned in many reference books..." Hermione Granger started talking again, wanting to reveal all the knowledge she had.
Owen put his right leg on his left leg and listened with a smile. At the same time, he raised his eyes and looked at the boy opposite him who was listening dumbfounded.
Harry Potter is the protagonist of this world. Although it is difficult to recall the plot of this novel that I read in my previous life, it is like being covered with a thin veil. It seems that I can only recall it if I have a chance...
...Owen tapped the table with his index finger, and in the girl's clear voice, he thought about his past life in a divergent manner.
In his previous life, he was a magician and won nearly twenty international magic awards in his early twenties. As a magic master with a bright future in the eyes of the world, he lost his life in a sudden car accident.
When he opened his eyes again, Owen came into this world and became a baby. It wasn't until he accidentally heard the name "Harry Potter" from his parents when he was young that he confirmed that he had traveled through time in the novel.
But... Owen found that apart from remembering the title of the novel, he couldn't remember any of the plot. It was clear that his memory of past and present lives was very clear, and his memory had even become much stronger, but the plot of the novel seemed to be hidden in the dark.
Behind the heavy curtain, I can't remember it at all.
A few days ago, when Owen was buying uniforms at Madam Malkin's robe store in Diagon Alley, he met Harry Potter for the first time and chatted with him a little more out of curiosity. Today at Nine and Four Minutes
Outside the third platform, Owen met Harry who was wandering around like a headless chicken outside the platform, and took him through the enchanted wall.
It was obvious that Harry Potter regarded Owen as the only friendly friend he knew in the wizarding world and followed him around like a little tail.
"I haven't done anything extraordinary, so it shouldn't affect his future..." Owen thought nonchalantly.
He had no intention of interfering in the protagonist's life, but because his existence might cause changes in the ending of "good triumphs over evil", but thinking that he had forgotten the plot, the butterfly effect from time travel was inevitable, so Owen just went with it.
It's natural.
"Instead of worrying about this, it's better to think about what will happen to me this year." Thinking of this, Owen's face showed a trace of distress and helplessness for the first time.
Ever since the magic riot started when he was three years old, a strange thing would always happen around him every year. It could happen any day within a year and would not threaten the lives of those around him, but it would be enough to cause a headache.
For example, what happened at Easter last year made Owen, who has a strong psychological quality, feel heartbroken just thinking about it.
That day, Owen, his father, and even all the male creatures in the manor suddenly felt that a house elf in the family was very... charming. It was like Cupid mischievously sending out cupid's arrows in groups, and the heart-pounding feeling was
Irving had never felt this before as a human being, and I think his father thought so too at the time.
If my mother hadn't appeared in time to solve the problem, the Shafiq family would have almost staged a human tragedy in which father and son killed each other...
As punishment, Dad was thrown into the lake for a whole day to wake up, and then Mr. Shafiq, who was so angry, chose to pinch the soft persimmon. Owen tasted the feeling of being hung up and spanked for the first time in his life.
Thinking of this, Owen couldn't help but cover his chest. He felt that he would never be able to get over this hurdle in his life.
"Owen, can I call you this? Are you okay?" The little girl's clear voice woke up Owen.
"It's okay, I just thought of something." Owen put down the palm covering his heart and showed the most appropriate smile.
"Oh, by the way, which house do you want to be sorted into? I hope I can be sorted into Gryffindor. They say this house is the best, and Dumbledore graduated from there. Of course, Ravenclaw is not too bad either.
Bad..." Hermione nodded, her furry hair trembling.
"There are more Gryffindors in my family, but I think I will definitely be sorted into Hufflepuff..." Neville seemed to be sobbing.
Owen bent his index finger and gently clasped the table, and said with a leisurely smile: "Hufflepuff represents integrity and loyalty, and there is nothing wrong with it. When it comes to the issue of sorting, I think we can have preferences and tendencies, but there is no need to be biased.
.”
"Prejudice makes people blind. In fact, many great people have appeared in every college. The fate of life cannot be determined by different colleges. It just gives us a choice of an environment more suitable for growth."
Harry and Neville listened to Owen's talk in confusion, but Hermione asked with bright eyes: "Then where do you think you will be assigned?"
"Slytherin or Ravenclaw." Owen said casually. Anyway, almost everyone in the Shafik family came from these two colleges. As one of the ancient pure-blood wizard families, they pursue knowledge and power.
, especially good at black magic.
Hermione frowned slightly when she heard this, obviously aware of Slytherin's bad reputation. Neville also quickly glanced at him sideways, and then lowered his head deeply. Due to Owen's friendliness and the "prejudice" he mentioned before,
question, the two did not comment on it.
"So, what about you, Harry?" Hermione looked at Harry.
"I..." Harry opened his mouth in confusion, "I don't understand any of the questions you are talking about..."
"Oh my god! Haven't you done your homework in advance?" Hermione's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief, then she cleared her throat and said, "Then let me tell you a few words..."
Before she could finish her words, Neville touched his pocket and shouted: "Leifu! Leifu is gone!" He lay down under the table and groped around.
"Sorry, who is Leif?" Hermione was interrupted and asked with a frown.
"My toad," Neville choked, "I just got it back."
"I remember..." Owen stood up and glanced at the chair behind him, and finally found the escaped toad in the gap between the seat and the car window.
Owen blinked, with a mysterious smile on his lips. He took Neville's arm and asked him to sit back in his seat, and whispered in a soft and melodious tone: "Don't panic, maybe he's in your left pocket."
.”
"It's not there, I've looked for it..." Neville touched his pocket with tears in his eyes, his crying expression froze, and he took out a...snow-white rabbit from his pocket.
He stared blankly at the rabbit in his hand, a tear hanging in the corner of his eye, which looked a little funny.
"Oh, this is not your Leif." Owen took the rabbit and held it in his left hand. He rubbed his right hand over it unhurriedly. The palm-sized rabbit turned into a toad covered with pimples in the blink of an eye. "This is
.”
"Leif!" Neville cried with joy and quickly held the toad in his hands.
"Are you doing Transfiguration?" Hermione looked suspicious of life, "But this is for senior years, and I haven't learned how to turn a match into a needle yet..."
"It's not transfiguration, it's just magic." Owen shook his head, turned his hand, and the rabbit returned to his hand. He said with a sigh in his tone: "This is my pet, I call her Muse. She
She has been by my side since I was very young, but now she is an old rabbit and may leave me at any time, so I brought her here."
"Magic?" Harry and Hermione thought of the magic shown on TV at the same time. That kind of fancy magic was even more magical than magic.
"Impossible, magic is not that simple!" The two retorted in unison, "This must be magic!"
The smile on Owen's face froze, and his mood suddenly turned cloudy. What could he say? Tell them that the magic in this world is all the magic tricks of wizards? But this will not change people's understanding of magic. And in comparison,
The magic that Owen pursues all his life has no competition at all compared to the magic performances in this world.
Owen doesn't want to give up his favorite magic career, but reviving magic in this world is undoubtedly a hellish difficulty. He must either change the world or return to the original world. However, in his opinion, such a challenging goal is actually
fine.
"That's all, if you say it's magic, it's magic." Owen looked out the window blankly.
Hermione was like an ant on a hot pot, pulling her hair anxiously: "I don't know, have you learned this far in advance? I just memorized all the textbooks in the first grade. I thought
This is barely enough..."
Neville opened his mouth in confusion, wanting to explain that he didn't know anything.
"No, we study subjects like literature and arithmetic just like Muggles. We are basically not allowed to come into contact with magic before entering school." Owen comforted gently, "Because our magic power is not strong before the age of ten.
Stable, learning magic in advance can easily lead to loss of control."
This is a profound lesson Owen learned after nearly blowing up his room twice and himself once.
Seeing the little witch's relieved expression, Owen's smile turned into a wicked smile: "Of course, as long as you don't practice magic. I'm relatively dull and I just learned the theoretical knowledge of the first five grades in advance."
The relief on Hermione's face collapsed instantly. She was stunned for a while, then hurriedly rummaged through her schoolbag, pulled out a thick reference book and started chewing on it.
The carriage fell into silence. Harry and Neville looked at each other, not daring to disturb the top student's study. After sitting uncomfortably for a long time, the two of them found their textbooks with grimaces and began to read languidly.
In the harmonious and friendly academic atmosphere of the three of them and Owen's lazy wandering, the sky turned from bright to dark, and the train slowly stopped.
Owen stared at the huge castle towering into the clouds, his expression slightly dazed, the memories in his mind were rolling, and something was about to come out.
(End of chapter)
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