A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 127 Sorting Ceremony

As the sales witch on the train passed by pushing a trolley, the little wizards in the carriage ate the snacks they bought and chatted for a while, and the atmosphere gradually became calm.

Neville was getting under the table to catch his toad, and the toad that was obsessed with running away jumped under the table while he was unpacking the chocolate frog. Luna was always reading her copy of "The Quibbler", the large magazine

Her face was completely covered, and only the top of her head with disheveled hair was exposed. Ginny looked at the wilderness outside the car window with her chin in boredom.

Owen leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and gently stroked Melete's head, forgetting the petty matter between the Weasley family and Voldemort. He didn't have the leisure time to meddle in other matters, such as his grudges with Voldemort.

It was evened out back and forth last semester, so Dumbledore can just let Dumbledore worry about the rest... Well, I hope he can worry about it for a while longer.

Of course, it is also fun to have fun while ensuring your own safety.

Owen suddenly frowned. He always felt that he seemed to have overlooked something...

The carriage door was suddenly pushed open, and Draco walked in with his chin raised arrogantly. When he saw Owen sitting here, his face suddenly returned to normal: "Owen, have you seen Harry? We almost...

I searched the whole train and couldn't find him."

Owen blinked. Oh, so he forgot about Harry. That's okay.

"I haven't seen him today either." He said calmly.

"Did he miss the train?" Draco couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. "Maybe he is really capable of doing such stupid things. You know, sometimes he has no brain..."

After finishing speaking, he glanced condescendingly at the other people in the carriage, his eyes directly skipping Neville and wandering over Luna's weird dress and Ginny's iconic red hair. He curled his lips, but he didn't

He didn't speak sarcastically. The year he spent with Harry taught him to restrain himself a little, but only a little.

In the middle of the teacher's chair, Dumbledore was sitting on a chair with a smile, his silver-white beard and half-moon glasses shining brightly in the candlelight. He glanced at the Slytherin table, and then suddenly sat up straight.

, began to whisper to Snape who was sitting next to him.

"I'm not late!" Harry said angrily, as if he was very angry. "When I got outside the platform, it was still a quarter of an hour before the train left, but I was the only one who couldn't get through the platform partition!"

"Professor Snape said they didn't receive the letter from Hedwig, and only a grumpy owl flew over. I have no way to prove that I was not late." Harry gritted his teeth and said, "I know, it must be again.

That guy intercepted my letters and he always wanted me to never come back to Hogwarts!"

After the hat finished singing, Professor McGonagall read the list in her hand and called the timid little wizards to the front.

"As far as I know, the Potter family does not have the ability to talk to snakes." Owen said in a leisurely tone. "Of course, it is not ruled out that they have been secretly inheriting this ability, but this possibility is not high. After all, all pure

The blood family is more or less related to each other, and even I have some blood from the Potter family, but no one from other families has gained this ability from their blood..."

At the end of the sorting ceremony, Professor McGonagall put away the sorting hat and walked aside. Dumbledore stood up with a smile on his face and said in a loud voice: "Welcome our new students! And our old students, welcome back! Now you probably also

If you are not in the mood to listen to my speech, then let’s start our banquet directly!”

Harry was still wearing the Muggle T-shirt and jeans, with a bruise on his face. Facing everyone's doubtful and curious eyes, he sat next to Owen with a depressed and embarrassed look on his face.

"What horse?" Draco looked at Owen suspiciously, then at Blaise, then at Crabbe and Goyle. The two big men shook their heads like rattles. He felt that he had been tricked.

It wasn't until the sorting ceremony was coming to an end that Ginny quickly ran up when her name was called. The sorting hat was placed on her head and she was silent for a long time, and finally shouted: "Slytherin!"

Owen's words succeeded in making Harry feel even more depressed, and he even lost his energy to cook.

The students sitting at the long table were silent for a moment, and then they started talking in low voices. The buzzing sound was like a thousand bees stuffed into the auditorium. The smiles on the faces of Ginny's brothers froze, and their expressions changed.

Unbelievable.

Snape's gloomy and empty eyes also looked here, and his brows furrowed tightly. He suddenly stood up and walked quickly to the Slytherin table.

Everyone in the carriage had already changed into their school uniforms and got off the train together with the crowd. Luna and Ginny went to Hagrid's side together. They would enter Hogwarts by boat. Neville walked towards him.

Gryffindor friends and Owen met Draco and the others and walked towards the more than a hundred carriages parked aside.

"These horses are really weird, aren't they?" Blaise looked at them and sighed, "I want to raise one too."

"Actually, Slytherin House is not bad." Finally, Ginny changed her words, covering her burning cheeks.

There was a burst of sparse applause in the auditorium. It was obvious that the students were skeptical about whether this man who seemed ready to jump up and run away at any moment could teach the course well.

Harry looked at them with a dull face, feeling that he could no longer keep these friends.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Peter Pettigrew thoughtfully, who was squeezing his hands with some flinching, and his eyes were wandering around restlessly, not noticing Dumbledore's eyes at all.

After sitting down, Owen turned his head and looked at the teacher's chair, which was already full of professors. The most elegantly dressed one was naturally Gilderoy Lockhart, who was wearing a bright aqua robe and a signature look on his face.

His shining smile looked like he was filming a toothpaste commercial at any time.

"What happened, Harry? Don't tell me that you missed the train." Draco said reservedly, "If that's the case, you'd better not tell others that I know you."

"I don't know, but if it's inherited through blood, my father should be the same, right?" Harry hesitated.

"Wow, this is a very rare talent." Owen showed an elegant and perfect smile, "Slytherin's remarkable characteristics are even mistaken by many people as the sign of a dark wizard. It seems that it can only be inherited through blood. So.

Come on, maybe you are a descendant of Slytherin."

"Just laugh if you want, don't hold it in. I know you're gloating..." Harry looked at him faintly.

Melete climbed up from his arms knowingly, arched her body and threw herself under the seat like an arrow from a string. She pressed Neville's toad with one front paw, and then plucked it to Naville like a ball of yarn.

Wei comes forward.

"We didn't find him on the train, Professor." Draco said, "We thought he might have missed the train..."

He slapped himself in the face and shook his head vigorously. How could he have such an idea? He felt sorry for his parents...

"Okay..." Harry muttered, "Actually, I found out that I am a Parselmouth... A python once told me that it had never been to Brazil." When he learned about Slytherin's life, and in

When he was searching for what Parselmouth was this summer, he remembered that he once talked to a python.

These carriages are pulled by a large group of thestrals. They look like skinny black horses, with heads like dragons and huge wings like bats. They look weird and mysterious.

Owen was also startled. He didn't think that just a few hours on the train could make Ginny Weasley make such a big change, even though she seemed to be less repulsive to Slytherin House than before. So.

Say...could something be wrong with her too?

Why does he have the feeling that Hogwarts is surrounded by Voldemort? Or is it simply that he thinks too much?

"Haha..." Not only Owen, but also Draco and Blaise slapped the table and laughed.

"Thestrals." Owen said, quickly getting on the carriage and sitting down in the carriage that was filled with a faint smell of musty and straw. "Only those who have witnessed death can see them."

He watched helplessly as several young wizards who were in a hurry passed through the partition wall between the ninth and tenth platforms, but he himself was bounced back again and again, and even his face was bruised.

In sharp contrast to him was a very short man sitting next to him, wearing a gray robe, with a pointed nose and watery eyes, the hair on his head was a little disheveled, and he was bald.

.He twisted his body uncomfortably, as if he wanted to hide himself under the table.

Ginny, who heard the implication, turned to glare at him. Draco sneered at her, turned around and walked away.

Sumptuous food appeared on the table, and Owen gracefully ate a grilled lamb chop. It was not until halfway through the banquet that Snape showed a sallow face, and Harry looked sluggish.

Entered the auditorium.

"I promise." Owen said enthusiastically.

After everyone sang the school song together, Dumbledore cleared his throat, stood up and said: "I am delighted to welcome two new teachers to join our lineup this semester. The first is Professor Peter, who will fill the role of Defense Against the Dark Arts

There are vacancies in art courses.”

Owen politely clapped his hands to express his welcome. He saw Draco frowning strangely and muttered something in a low voice amidst the not-so-warm applause. Judging from the shape of his mouth, it was probably "Why does the Sorting Hat send everyone to Slytherin?"

"Stop" and the like.

When he finally couldn't bear it anymore and told the truth that he was taking the train at Platform 9 and 3/4, the security guard sent him to the nearby police station with an understanding look. He could only stay in the police station, no matter what.

He didn't want to tell who his relatives were - he couldn't imagine what it would be like if the Dursleys knew that he had missed the train to school and could only wait in despair when they came to the police station to pick him up.

A situation.

"Isn't she from the Weasley family? Why is she here?" Harry asked Owen in a low voice. He also knew that the Weasley family had always been Gryffindors.

He watched thoughtfully as Ginny stood up from the stool with a surprised look on her face, glanced in the direction of the Gryffindor table with some confusion, then lowered her head and hurried to the Slytherin table.

Owen saw that the thin Colin Creevey was sorted into Gryffindor, with an excited smile on the boy's face.

"What's the problem?"

"By the way, why haven't you been wondering recently why someone manipulated the Sorting Hat and assigned you to this house?" Owen asked casually.

Owen watched in amusement as Harry fell into a messy state of war between heaven and man, silently drinking pumpkin juice and waiting for the banquet to end.

"Tsk, poor guy." Owen suppressed a smile.

"Thank you, Melete." Neville got up in disgrace and wanted to touch the little kitten's head, but was dodged arrogantly. Melete jumped back onto Owen's lap, contentedly.

He formed a ball by himself.

"Owen, why don't you get in the car?" Draco poked his head out of the car and asked, looking at Owen's actions with confusion on his face, thinking that this guy had finally gone crazy.

The atmosphere in the carriage became a little heavy, and they waited in silence. The carriage quickly started moving, speeding towards the castle at a fast speed, and finally stopped with a clanking sound beside the stone steps of the castle gate.

Owen and Blaise both looked at him with a half-smile. Did this guy forget that they could see the Thestral's movements?

Draco turned his head and looked away, his pale cheeks slightly reddened. He changed the subject and said, "Who have you seen die?"

"Then...it can't be my mother, right?" Harry was confused.

Owen gave her a funny look. Little girl, your thinking is too unstable, right?

"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes, please be prepared." The Hogwarts "extra slow" train has been running from morning to night, and is finally about to reach its destination.

"Where is Potter?" he asked in a low voice.

"Well, you know, when a family develops for a long time, there will always be one or two weirdos." Owen said in a joking tone, "Just like you are also a very rare Slytherin in the history of the Potter family."

Hedwig didn't come back for a long time, and Harry could only sit alone in the waiting room of King's Cross Station with his luggage and birdcage until he attracted the attention of the staff. They thought he was a lost child from someone else's family.

Or a bad boy who ran away from home. Even though Harry explained time and time again that he just missed the train, he couldn't tell which train he was taking and couldn't get a ticket.

At this time, he felt a warm and substantive gaze coming from the long table. He turned around and found a familiar red-haired little girl peeking at him with a blushing face. When he looked over, the girl panicked.

He lowered his head in panic, his cheeks turned red, and he accidentally knocked over the goblet in front of him.

Lockhart put his arms around Peter Pettigrew very enthusiastically, talked to him with a shining smile, and patted the other person's shoulder heavily with one hand, as if the relationship between the two was very close. Peter Pettigrew gritted his teeth and squeezed.

With an ugly smile on his face, a pair of nimble little eyes quickly scanned the auditorium.

"I swear, I will get him out!" He took a big bite of the chicken leg, turning his grief and anger into appetite, and made his cheeks bulge.

Luna stepped forward lightly. Her messy golden hair, beer cork necklace and radish earrings attracted a burst of discussion and soft ridicule. The Sorting Hat pondered for a while and shouted: "Ravenk

labor!"

Blaise's expression froze, and then he nodded as if nothing had happened, no longer looking at the Thestrals.

The students got off the carriage and poured out of the castle gate. They walked through the foyer and entered the brightly lit auditorium. They each sat at the long table belonging to their own college.

For the next period of time, Ginny focused on Neville, listening expectantly as he talked about Harry, her face full of freckles and anticipation.

There was a blush on her beautiful cheeks.

The Muggle police tried to do ideological work on him in various ways, which made him want to take out his invisibility cloak and hide himself. Harry no longer wanted to recall the situation when Professor Snape found him with a livid face.

I just want to throw away my luggage, crawl into the cracks in the ground, and leave this world...

Before he finished speaking, Snape strode out of the auditorium with a dark face, his black cloak fluttering behind him like the wings of a big bat. Draco spread his hands and watched Professor McGonagall leading the way.

A group of first-year freshmen walked in and started the sorting ceremony.

In the end, he could only wander around in vain outside the platform until he completely missed the departure time. He really wanted to fly to Hogwarts on his newly bought broomstick, but he couldn't carry his luggage, so he had to

Staying outside the platform, he hurriedly wrote a letter for Hedwig to send to school.

"Poor old nanny..." Owen held a moment of silence for Professor Snape, and listened to the Sorting Hat singing a song with a weird accent. The tune was not very nice, and it could be described as an exotic style, and there were a few obvious parts.

The lyrics are out of tune and broken, and the lyrics are also the same old content, which makes it difficult for the Sorting Hat to rack its brains to come up with new lyrics year after year - but I'm afraid it has nothing else to do besides this.

Owen reached out and stroked the wings of one of the Thestrals with great interest. It felt very hard and was covered with a layer of short black hair. The Thestrals turned their heads and looked at him. There were no pupils in their empty white eyes.

It looks a bit weird and scary, but its temperament is not vicious. Instead, it sticks out its tongue and wants to lick Owen's palm.

Peter Pettigrew... Owen raised his lips with interest.

"Yeah." Owen responded lightly, "Neville too."

Draco looked at Owen with pity, as if he was forced to share a room with a group of gorillas. He said slowly: "It's not like I can't make some room for you to squeeze into my compartment.

.”

"Can you see them?" Owen raised his eyebrows.

"Because I think I may have found the reason..." Harry hesitated and looked around, his voice low enough that only Owen could hear, "Maybe it's not someone who has tampered with it, but my own problem."

Owen didn't want to say anything about it. It sounded like a tragic accident, but combined with the fact that Brace's mother was a viper who had died six husbands... it was very debatable.

"I don't know. Of the families that have mastered Parseltongue that have been inherited from ancient times, the only ones I know of are the Gaunt family. And this family has completely died out decades ago." Owen said slowly.

"You have to promise me not to tell anyone, especially Draco and Blaise." Harry said. If they knew about this, maybe it would spread throughout Hogwarts the next day.

Know.

"Oh..." Harry nodded confusedly, and then his expression turned a little horrified. Isn't he his father's child?

"Uh... are you and that guy friends with Harry Potter?" After a while, Ginny looked at Owen who closed his eyes again.

"An unrelated person." Owen said lightly. He only killed a few people with his own hands.

Draco stretched out his hand towards the place where Owen had touched before with suspicion in his face. After touching something invisible and still moving, he jumped back in fright and hit the back of his head heavily on the wall of the carriage.

His hair exploded. He frowned and covered his head, coughing lightly and said: "It kicked me, you grumpy little monster, right?"

"...My father, I don't remember who he was." Blaise shrugged pretending not to care, "He fell from the broomstick and fell to death right in front of me. He can be selected as the stupidest death in the magic world.

It’s legal, isn’t it?”

"As for our second new teacher, Professor Lockhart, he will assume the position of security advisor." Dumbledore glanced at Lockhart, who was waving to the students with a bright smile, "In view of the fact that the school last school year

Due to several unexpected incidents that occurred in the school, we specially created this position, and Professor Lockhart agreed to be responsible for the safety of the school and protect the personal safety of the students..."

The little wizards whispered to each other, but the conversation was quickly drowned out by the especially warm applause of the little witches.

After Dumbledore finished speaking some commonplace precautions, the young wizards left the auditorium and returned to their respective common rooms.

In the dormitory, the tired little wizards climbed onto the bed one after another and fell asleep accompanied by the light rippling sound of the lake outside the window.

(End of chapter)