A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 3 Some plots collapse at the beginning

With great effort, the Sorting Hat finished singing a song that was both unpleasant and pleasant at the same time. After bowing and saluting one by one at the four long tables, the Sorting Hat became motionless.

Professor McGonagall held up a roll of parchment and began to call names.

"Hannah Abbott!"

"Hufflepuff!"

Freshmen were called forward one by one to put on their hats, and then were assigned to colleges. Applause rang out one after another in the auditorium.

Owen saw that Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor as expected, and so was Neville. Draco Malfoy went to Slytherin with a proud look on his face, and Ron Weasley stood not far away from Owen.

His face was ashen as a prisoner awaiting trial, and the sorting was still going on.

Wait, Ron Weasley, and Draco Malfoy?

Owen was startled and suddenly thought of a very important thing that he had ignored. He suddenly looked at Harry beside him and opened his mouth to say something.

"Harry Potter!" Professor McGonagall shouted at this time.

Harry nervously clenched his fists and walked to the corner stool to sit down. There was a buzzing whisper in the auditorium. A figure stretched his neck and looked up, hoping to see his appearance clearly.

The Sorting Hat paused for a moment and shouted to the entire auditorium:

"Slytherin!"

"Just keep a normal mind, because there are still countless bad things waiting for you, so be happy for yourself." Owen said seriously. At this point, his mentality is quite relaxed anyway, and the bad taste in his heart has stopped.

It keeps flooding.

"Okay, I know that the Shafiq family always likes to come up with some weird ideas that are different from ordinary people." The Sorting Hat snorted dissatisfiedly, "I remember when I sorted your father into different schools, he still cried and begged.

I don’t want him to be assigned to Azkaban... I really don’t know where he heard this rumor. Although I did do this once in the early years and sent away a fool pretending to be a student!"

It is a good habit to wash your hands before eating.

"Slytherin? Did I hear you correctly?"

"Yeah, great," Owen said perfunctorily, "so can you please sort me out quickly?"

Amidst a series of applause, Owen walked to the long Slytherin table covered with green tablecloth, and sat in the empty seat next to him at Harry's wave.

"Ah, it's probably because you are too popular, so those people are disappointed that you were not assigned to their academy." The culprit, Owen, took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his fingers and hair carefully, nonchalantly.

A word of comfort.

Thinking of Draco Malfoy who was looking around when he met Harry Potter in Diagon Alley, Owen should have thought that there would be no Malfoy crazily lowering Harry's favorability towards Slytherin, nor Ron Way.

Sly talked a lot about the shortcomings of Slytherin, and Owen himself said that he should not be prejudiced against the academy...

"Welcome, welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year!"

Dumbledore, who had white beard and white hair, raised his hand to push his glasses that had slid down a lot, and his blue eyes flashed slightly. Snape, who had greasy black hair and a sallow face, had a gloomy expression that was mysterious and mysterious.

The tall Hagrid's black beetle-like eyes almost popped out of his sockets. Quirrell, who had a huge purple scarf on his head, had erratic eyes. Most of the other professors were dumbfounded...

Owen laughed off Dumbledore's words. It is said that geniuses' brain circuits are always different from ordinary people. When they make up their mind to make a joke, if you think carefully, you will lose.

"Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words, that is: Idiot! Cry! Residue! Screw it! Thank you everyone!"

"No, no, no, you should think of it this way. This is the accumulation of thousands of years of history, with a rich fragrance unique to long years." The Sorting Hat's subtle voice joked in Owen's ear.

"Owen Shafiq!"

The little wizards, who were already extremely hungry, took their favorite food and ate it in big gulps. The atmosphere was warm and cheerful.

"Actually, I would like to add that even an ordinary stone on the roadside contains the dust of tens of thousands of years of history." Owen politely gave Hat some common sense.

"Ahem, some people are happy and some are worried." Owen coughed lightly and said, "I can guarantee that you will definitely be featured in tomorrow's Daily Prophet, and even all the magazines in the wizarding world will see a surge in sales because of you."

After the brim of the hat blocked his sight, Owen thought with a dark face: "It's over, I can't have this one anymore..."

"The Boy Who Lived was sorted into Slytherin?"

Soon, noisy discussions resounded in the auditorium again, more intense than before, as if they had arrived at a lively vegetable market. After finally reacting, the students at the Slytherin table began to cheer and applaud, and people from all over the place could hear it.

See the proud expressions on their faces.

Professor McGonagall was silent for a moment and continued to call names. Soon it was Owen's turn.

Amid everyone's applause and cheers, the plates on the long table were instantly filled with sumptuous food, and the rich aroma spread throughout the auditorium.

The Sorting Hat paused and shouted to everyone: "Slytherin!"

Owen walked slowly to the stool and sat down. He held the dirty brim of his hat between his two fingers and clasped it on his head with his eyes closed. Goosebumps broke out all over his body.

In a strange atmosphere, Harry faced the strange looks of a group of people and ran towards the Slytherin table with somewhat stiff steps.

However, he is worthy of being Dumbledore. Even if something happens to Harry's sorting house, he can remain calm. Even if there are questions in his heart, he can act as if nothing is wrong. This way, we will be stable. Owen thought with peace of mind.

Harry withered like a popped balloon.

Albus Dumbledore stood up, opened his arms to the students with a smile on his face, and delivered a very brief speech indeed.

"However, Dumbledore should be able to deal with such a trivial matter. Anyway, everything is under Dumbledore's calculations." Owen glanced at the teacher's seat behind him with the mentality that a tall man would hold up the sky if it fell.

I admired the expressions of the professors.

Owen looked embarrassed at the food in front of him. He hadn't washed his hands yet.

Harry looked at him suspiciously: "Don't fool me. I saw Hagrid's expression was wrong, as if I had done something terribly wrong. I'm sure it was definitely not a happy expression."

Owen looked at his back and covered his forehead with a palm, unable to see the scene. He really didn't mean it.

"That's too bad," Harry said dejectedly.

What an inexplicably funny picture of all kinds of things in the world.

At this time, Harry Potter, who was still looking innocent, had no reason to shout the key words "not going to Slytherin" in his heart!

Irving put down his hands with some laughter and tears. He was mentally prepared that his actions would affect the original script, but he did not expect that the plot would collapse from the very beginning.

"Why do I feel that...everyone's reaction when I was sorted was not quite right?" Harry leaned over and asked worriedly, "It seems that many people are...not very happy?"

The noisy discussions in the auditorium suddenly fell silent. Every little wizard opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth wide, as if he had collectively turned into Neville's toad. Even Professor McGonagall on the side lost control of his expression for a moment.

He showed a surprised look.

At this time, with Blaise Zabini being sorted into Slytherin, the sorting ceremony finally ended.

"Oh my God! This isn't real. I'm dreaming?"

"Well, since you made your request sincerely, I will be merciful and not get angry with a brat like you." The Sorting Hat clicked his tongue, "Well, let me think about it, shrewdness but not lack of courage, willpower

Strong and ambitious, with a strong thirst for knowledge and good talent, he even dared to openly dislike me... Then, it is obvious..."

After sitting there for a moment, feeling the burning hunger in his stomach, Owen resignedly picked up a piece of grilled lamb steak and cut it skillfully with a knife and fork. Although he really wanted to use a magic spell or dip his handkerchief in some white water.

Wipe your hands, but such behavior will only be more rude in the current situation.

Well, politeness is also very important.

He forked a piece of mutton chop and stuffed it into his mouth. As he chewed it with his teeth, the rich meaty aroma exploded in his mouth. The warm feeling soothed his hungry stomach and allowed Owen to temporarily put aside those inappropriate turtle hair fetishes.

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Only then did he have the mood to look at the classmates around him, and when his eyes swept over Harry, he showed a look of interest.

(End of chapter)