A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 11 Several reports

In the white space, everything is in eternal silence and tranquility. Only the subtle rustling of the tip of the feather pen across the notebook pages echoes around, like the sound of leaves blown by the breeze.

Owen ignored the rabbit that was lying dead next to the desk and recorded his conjectures on the second page of his notebook. He stopped to think about it from time to time, his eyes flashing with excitement.

Obviously, Irving is once again immersed in the moment of facing the wall. The advantage of being in this space is that he does not have to worry about anyone disturbing him. The feeling of being interrupted from a state of inspiration by someone with an innocent look on his face, even if it is

Irving, who has always been gentle and gentle, has been going crazy for a long time.

I don't know how long it took before Owen stopped writing. He stretched out and put the notebook back in the corner of the desk. Feeling the fatigue that swept over him after the excitement, he canceled tonight's practice session.

The Curse Plan returned to reality.

Huddled in the armchair and moving his numb legs, Owen opened his eyes, looked at the warm and bright fire in the gorgeous fireplace in front of him, and yawned lightly.

"You're awake. I really don't know why you are so tired today." Daphne was packing up the textbooks and parchments on her desk. She turned her head and chuckled after hearing the noise.

"I think I can understand him." Blaise also yawned and scribbled and corrected on his homework. "It's normal to be too excited to sleep on the first day of school... Of course, I couldn't sleep because of the dormitory.

Those two stupid guys in there..."

Owen smiled and glanced at him, picked up his backpack and stood up: "You can learn the Silent Curse, although it won't last long. In fact, the best way is to prepare a pair of earplugs."

"This is a really good idea," Blaise said listlessly, "in case I don't want to suffocate them while they sleep one day, and then get a ticket to Azkaban..."

"Haha, I'm going back first, good night." Owen smiled and waved his hand, passing through the crowd of twos and threes in the lounge.

"What's wrong?" he asked, opening his eyes.

This is obviously the most extreme report. It contains many exaggerations, inciting public opinion and conspiracy theories. It sounds like it is something you have witnessed with your own eyes. In fact, most of it is fabricated.

"Well, no, at least not really." Owen thought carefully about his words.

"Owen, do you think Hogwarts allows transfers?" Harry threw aside the textbook in his hand.

"...the boy-who-lived Harry Potter entered Hogwarts yesterday and became a freshman at Slytherin House. This news has aroused many people's doubts... We still don't know what exactly this is.

Is it the Sorting Hat's biggest mistake in its millennium history, or is it the prelude to another turmoil in the magical world...

Owen sat cross-legged on the bed and took a glance at them. They were all clipped from today's newspapers and periodicals.

"Okay, then can you tell me, what does pure blood theory mean?" Harry felt a little self-deprecating.

Malfoy and Theodore hadn't come back yet, and Harry was sitting alone on the bed, staring at his Transfiguration textbook, as if he had a grudge against the words in the textbook.

Owen quickly glanced at other articles, and the descriptions were similar.

"Owen, I want to know...if your family was once a follower of Voldemort?" He suddenly stared directly into Owen's eyes.

"You'd better look up these things in books yourself instead of trying to get answers from others." Owen yawned, raised his hand to lower the curtain of the four-poster bed, and lay on the bed with his hands on the back of his head: "What others said

The opinions always contain that person’s subjective emotions, which can easily lead to preconceived notions about you. This is how prejudice often arises.”

"...Harry Potter was able to defeat the rising Dark Lord at an early age. There is no doubt that he possesses innate terrifying magical talents and needs the right guidance...Mr. Albus Dumbledore will

He was raised by a Muggle family and refused to disclose his current situation to anyone on the grounds of protection. We have reason to doubt Mr. Dumbledore's intentions... is it protection or prevention?

This woman has always liked to stir up trouble and make up rumors. If the report she writes is published in the Daily Prophet, about 30% of it can be believed. If it is published in other publications, not a word of it can be believed.

By the way, I also have to tell myself never to talk to Malfoy, this is very important! Now he always feels that Malfoy is here to take revenge on him...

Wizards Weekly: Harry Potter, savior or new devil?

"A spokesman for the Ministry of Magic claimed: This just illustrates Harry Potter's outstanding talents. We should eliminate past prejudices and not be worried by baseless rumors..."

"There has never been an example of transfer to another hospital in thousands of years." Owen said with his eyes closed, hearing the other party exhale heavily.

"Wizards sent hundreds of howling letters to the Ministry of Magic today, strongly demanding that the detailed address of the Muggle family be disclosed to everyone, but they were decisively rejected... Dumbledore still insisted on his own way...

As the most influential newspaper in the wizarding world, the Daily Prophet's speech is relatively restrained, along with the Ministry of Magic and Slime, but the speech in other newspapers and journals is much more intense.

Owen glanced at the author of this report, Rita Skeeter...oh, that's okay.

"Daily Prophet": The Boy-Who-Lived, Slytherin's Rebirth.

Harry nodded dully, his expression still angry and a little disappointed: "My parents are both from Gryffindor? I heard that the relationship between the two houses has always been very bad. No wonder Hagrid looked so ugly at that time.

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Harry raised his head as if he had just woken up from a dream, and felt that these words came to his heart. If he could go back to yesterday, he would definitely give himself a slap in the face and tell himself not to believe the lies of the Sorting Hat! What did he say?

Slytherin will help you reach glory." If social death can be considered glory, he is already at the pinnacle of his life!

Harry took out a few crumpled newspapers and book pages from his school bag, stood up and paced quickly: "I don't know, do they all think of me this way?"

"..."

Harry's expression relaxed, then he frowned: "What about...Draco?"

Owen changed into a nightgown and stared out the window at the bottom of the lake with floating water plants. He wanted to open the window and feel the cool breeze blowing at night and the golden and warm sunshine during the day... But there was none of these!

"Well, why didn't I tell the Sorting Hat that I wasn't going to Slytherin?" Owen muttered to himself as he threw himself on the four-poster bed.

"You should ask him yourself about this kind of thing." Owen smiled meaningfully.

The chandelier in the bedroom exudes a soft, non-glaring silver light, making the room under the black lake look less gloomy. A few giant squid tentacles occasionally flash through the lake outside the window, and the large and small suction cups are eye-catching.

Scalp numbness.

"Wizards believe that Harry Potter, who became famous as a baby, will eventually achieve great magical achievements. But under the influence of the pure-blood theory that is still in power in this academy, will Harry Potter succeed?

Following in the footsteps of the Dark Lord? Dumbledore's plan failed, will the two drift apart and eventually turn against each other? At that time, where will the wizarding world go?"

"By the way, Malfoy found all this for you?"

"Haha, it seems that for a period of time in the future, these reporters and writers will depend on you." Irving returned these reports to Harry, "They are just boring guys making noise. They are all relying on you."

People who eat with their pens must write some shocking arguments to avoid starving to death."

"According to reliable information, Harry Potter suffered long-term abuse in a Muggle family, which largely contributed to his disgust and hatred of Muggles, and even planted the seeds of rebellion and revenge in his mind.

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"Therefore, under the condition that his parents are both members of Gryffindor House and loyal supporters of Dumbledore, and knowing that Slytherin was once the base camp of the Dark Lord's followers, Harry Potter becomes increasingly extreme.

Te still resolutely chose to enter this academy...

"Look for it yourself and think independently instead of passively waiting for others to instill it in you, so that what is finally formed is your own ideas and thoughts." Owen said lightly. The most important thing is that he wants to sleep now, not

A waste of time to educate novices on common sense.

Harry nodded slowly, looking thoughtful.

"Well, good night." Owen said, "By the way, it's best to read more Potions textbooks when you have time. The dean likes diligent and studious students."

"Huh? Oh." Harry responded confused.

(End of chapter)