A ruined Hogwarts

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 Harry's face, with an exaggerated expression of displeasure on his pale cheeks.

"My father has never liked having such a crazy person as the headmaster of Hogwarts. It is easy to lead bad children. 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 ways."

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 it has ever made, haha. Leigh Potter, you were born to belong to the noble and great Slytherin."

Harry was stuffing steak into his mouth, looking at him with a dull look. After a moment, he shook hands with him very uncomfortably. Malfoy's arrogant posture and remarks made him instinctively feel repulsed, but since he was a classmate of the same college, he just grinned in embarrassment.

"Look over there, those reckless and arrogant people in Gryffindor always dream of being on par with us. It's a smart decision for you not to hang out with those shady people." Malfoy didn't notice. With the resistance on his face, Harry 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 question that requires using your brain, you'd better Find me."

Owen suppressed a laugh when he heard this. Malfoy must be eager to share his friends with Harry, but it's a pity that he can't speak human words. I don't know that this kind of rhetoric will only make the other party more disgusted. Gee, the road to making friends is long and difficult.

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, and his out-of-place and confused temperament was really interesting.

"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."

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.

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

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

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

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

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

They also came from the twenty-eight pure-blood families. Except for the pure-blood traitor families represented by Weasley who were generally excluded, most people like Owen and Malfoy knew each other. After all, all pure-blood families have distant or close relatives, and coupled with social and business contacts, they have the opportunity to meet on many occasions.

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

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 was forced to have his head pressed, Owen had to make a few friends.

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.

In addition, there is the Rozier family from which Owen's mother, Ms. Adeline Shafik, comes. There are 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 survive to adulthood.

"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."

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

"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 talked to my father. He privately 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..."

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

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

The conversation around them became lively. Perhaps everyone thought it was impolite to socialize on an empty stomach, so dessert time became the students' favorite time to socialize.

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!"

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.

"Tsk, doesn't she always like to follow Malfoy?" Owen folded the tissue in his hand with his long fingers in a funny way. I remember Pansy was a girl with a good personality back then, until she became Malfoy's little crush, and her personality became more and more like Malfoy's.

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.

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

Putting the white rose in 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.

"Why, it's withering," Daphne Greengrass said with a smile. She blinked her beautiful blue eyes, and her long golden hair hung softly on her cheeks as white as milk. Her beautiful cheeks and dignified and generous temperament made her look like a princess running out of an oil painting.

"It's been a whole day after all," Owen chuckled. He picked this at the manor this morning.

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 him to 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?"

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

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

"That's dangerous." Daphne said disapprovingly.

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

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.

"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 having fun. s things……"

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

"But that's too boring." He held his bloody finger indifferently, but his eyes were very bright, "I found a good thing at the weird magic trick shop a few days ago... Oops! I put it in my mouth. It was forgotten at home!" As he spoke, 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.