A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 4 Slytherin classmates

Unexpectedly, one day, Harry Potter would be able to chat calmly with Draco Malfoy.

"He's a bit grandstanding, isn't he?" Draco Malfoy sat on the other side of Harry and pointed at Dumbledore on the teacher's bench. His gray eyes looked up and down at Harry's face and pale cheeks.

There was a somewhat exaggerated unhappy expression on his face.

"My father has never liked having such a crazy person as the headmaster of Hogwarts. It is easy to lead children to bad things. I agree with this." Malfoy raised his chin proudly and said in a slow tone,

"I am Draco Malfoy. My father is a member of the board of directors of Hogwarts. I can help you in many places."

Draco Malfoy stretched out his palm to Harry and said with a reserved expression: "You will never regret becoming my friend. Sorting you into Slytherin is definitely the most correct decision the Sorting Hat has ever made, haha

Leigh Potter, you were born to belong to the noble and great Slytherin."

Harry was stuffing steak into his mouth and looked at him with dull eyes. After a moment, he shook hands with him very uncomfortably. Malfoy's arrogant posture and remarks made him instinctively feel repelled, but because they were from the same college,

classmate, he just grinned awkwardly.

"Look over there, those reckless and arrogant guys in Gryffindor always want to be on par with us. It's a smart decision for you not to hang out with those shabby people." Malfoy didn't notice.

With the resistance on Harry's face, he said to himself.

"By the way, these are Crabbe and Goyle. You can boss them around as much as you like... They are very strong and very good at doing rough work." Malfoy said, "Of course, if it's a problem that requires using your brain, you'd better do it."

Find me."

Owen suppressed a laugh when he heard this. Malfoy must be eager to share his friends with Harry. Unfortunately, he can't speak human language. I don't know that this kind of rhetoric will only make the other party more disgusted. Tsk tsk, making friends.

The road is long and blocked.

Seeing Owen's suppressed laughter expression, Malfoy looked at him and said in a long voice: "Why are you laughing, Shafiq? I don't think what I said is funny."

"No, you continue." Owen raised the juice in his hand to him, ignored Harry's look for help, and continued to eat the melon with relish. He felt that Harry was like a husky that had blended into a pack of wolves.

The confused and out-of-place temperament is really interesting.

"Such terrible food is not as delicious as what I have at home...Okay, I want this steak, Harry."

Owen swallowed the last piece of lamb chop in his mouth. It tasted pretty good, but of course it couldn't compare to the rich and colorful flavors of the great foodie empire in his previous life. While he was thinking about the spicy chicken, braised pork, and chili fried pork that he taught his house elf to make,

I ate some more sausages with great appetite.

"That's dangerous." Daphne said disapprovingly.

"I don't think he's the material to be the Dark Lord." Owen turned the knife in his hand out of the afterimage.

Daphne put the flowers back into the cup, put her chin in one hand and looked at the popular Harry, and whispered: "I really didn't expect that he would be assigned to our house. To be honest, don't you feel a little uneasy? Is this true?

Will it represent the rise of a new Dark Lord?"

"Okay, Draco...Draco, don't you want some steak?"

They are both from the twenty-eight pure-blood families. Except for the pure-blood traitor family represented by Weasley, who are generally excluded, most people like Owen and Malfoy know each other. After all, all pure-blood families have or have some relationship with each other.

Due to distant or close relatives, as well as social and business contacts, they have the opportunity to meet on many occasions.

"After all, it's been a whole day." Owen chuckled. This was what he picked at the manor this morning.

In addition, there is the Rozier family from which Owen's mother, Ms. Adeline Shafik, comes. She has two cousins ​​who are so unreliable that they always want to get him to steal the dark magic items hidden in the player...

…hopefully they live to adulthood.

There was also Pansy Parkinson. She nervously fiddled with her short black hair. She rarely restrained her arrogant and arrogant character. There was a faint blush on her pretty cheeks, and she shook hands with Harry with a reserved expression.

shake hands.

"Oh, I think it's okay." Blaise glanced at her and said with a cold and arrogant expression.

For example, Daphne Greengrass, as the eldest daughter in the family, has a precocious personality and is not noisy; Blaise Zabini, their mothers are good friends, and he is the only one who seriously appreciates Owen's magic performance and even wants to learn it.

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, Dudley's face flashed through his mind, and he thought it was quite disgusting. But why did Malfoy's words make him feel so uncomfortable?

"Sorry, Malfoy. Would you like some steak?" to silence you.

Owen stuffed the tissue in his hand into his palm and hid it in his cuff smoothly and naturally. A white rose appeared in his hand instead, but unfortunately the petals looked wilted.

Glancing at Malfoy, the guy had a proud expression on his pale cheeks, making it difficult for Owen to guess his inner state of mind.

He didn't like to talk while eating. He just looked at the classmates around him calmly and nodded to a few acquaintances.

"That's Professor Snape, the dean of our college, who teaches Potions..." Owen was interrupted by Malfoy mid-sentence.

Harry, who was sitting next to Owen, became the focus of everyone's attention. Prefect Gemma Farley stood up and shook hands with Harry solemnly, her expression excited and cautious, as if she was facing an inspection by the leader: "Potter,

Welcome to Slytherin, our house has won the House Cup for six consecutive years, and I believe this year will be no exception... I mean, you will definitely achieve glory here!"

The conversation around them became lively. Maybe everyone thought it was impolite to socialize while hungry, so dessert time after meals became the students' favorite time to socialize.

Carefully inserting the white rose into the glass at hand, Owen pushed it towards his right front. A white and slender hand stretched out and pinched the white rose in his hand very naturally.

This guy always looks arrogant and cold in front of people who are not familiar with him, but once you get to know him, you will find that he is essentially an unreliable joke.

"Tsk, doesn't she always like to follow Malfoy?" Owen folded the tissue in his hand funnyly with his slender fingers. I remember that Pansy was still a girl with a good personality until she became Malfoy's little crush.

, his personality is getting closer and closer to Malfoy.

"Owen, do you know who the teacher who was talking to Professor Quirrell is?" Harry turned his head to interrupt Owen's distraction, frowned slightly and said, "I feel like he doesn't like me."

"I allow you to call me by my name, Harry Potter." Malfoy raised his chin.

"What's this feeling of competing for favor?" Owen shook his head in amusement, clearing his mind of all the random thoughts.

"You can ask me about this kind of thing. My father has a very good relationship with him." Malfoy proudly said to Harry, "Professor Snape has always been like that, but he has always been very optimistic about me and always talks to my father.

Privately, he praised me for my talent in potions. Of course, I'm sure he would be very happy when he saw you coming to his academy..."

However, because Owen was too lazy to make friends with children, his parents almost mistaken him for having a social disorder. Under the class oppression of his father, Mr. Albert Shafiq, who refused to drink water and forced him to have his head pressed, Owen had to make friends.

Made some friends.

"Oh, it's about to wither." Daphne Greengrass said with a smile. She blinked her beautiful blue eyes, and her long golden hair hung smoothly on her cheeks as white as milk. Her beautiful cheeks matched her dignity

Her generous temperament is like a princess running out of an oil painting.

The staple food on the plate disappeared and was replaced by a variety of desserts. Owen ate a small piece of strawberry pudding, picked up a white napkin and wiped his mouth carefully.

"Owen, I want to learn this!" The dark-brown Blaise Zabini leaned over from a distance and stared at the knife in Owen's hand.

But it's just acquaintance. You can't expect Owen to hang out with these little brats, especially since many of them have been spoiled by their families.

…

"Hmph." Malfoy snorted and continued talking to Harry, "I heard that you have been living with disgusting Muggles before? Dad said that those Muggles are dirty, stupid, and have bad intentions. You

It's best to learn a few curses to deal with them. Don't worry about the Ministry of Magic getting into trouble with you. I can ask my dad to say hello to the Ministry of Magic."

"Here." Owen grabbed the table knife whirling in his hand, handed the handle to Blaise, and gave sincere advice, "You'd better practice with other things first, and don't always think about doing something exciting.

Something..."

But he reminded him too late. Blaise turned the knife strangely and cut his middle finger as expected.

"But that's too boring." He held his bleeding finger indifferently, but his eyes were very bright, "I found a good thing at the weird magic trick store a few days ago... Oops! I put it in my mouth.

It was forgotten at home!" As he said this, he retracted his head.

Owen spread his hands indifferently, looking blankly at the plate in front of him, and began to study his own thinking space.

(End of chapter)