A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 1 Owen Shafik

Amidst the loud whistle, the Hogwarts Express speeded up, leaving platform nine and three-quarters far behind.

The warm sunlight shines through the car window, illuminating a carriage with four people sitting in it, and also gilded the boy sitting by the car window with a layer of gold.

The boy has short, smooth black hair and a pair of jet-black eyes. His pale complexion seems to be shining under the sunlight, his cheeks are soft, and his appearance is so handsome that it can be called beautiful.

At this moment, he was looking at the plain passing by with his chin resting on one hand, his black eyes narrowed lazily, his posture was leisurely but without losing the elegance in his bones, like a cat lazily basking in the sun.

After a while, the boy turned his head, interlocked his fingers and pressed his chin to glance at the other three people in the carriage, and broke the silence first, and said in a soft tone with a slight smile: "Owen Shafik ( Erwin·Shafiq), a freshman in the first grade, please give me your advice.”

As if a switch was pressed, the atmosphere in the carriage quickly became lively, and the four freshmen from all over the world became familiar with each other.

"Hermione Granger," said the girl with the thick brown hair.

Hearing this name, Owen Shafik took a serious look at her. The ignorant memories in his mind were like sprouts about to break through the ground, but they were finally smothered in the mud.

"I was really looking forward to getting to Hogwarts sooner. I mean, this is my first exposure to the wizarding world. No one in my family knows magic, so when I got the acceptance letter, I was shocked, but also felt I'm very happy...As far as I know, this is the best magic school, and I've read many descriptions about this school in "Hogwarts: A School History"..."

The girl talked to herself like a cannonball, and it took a long time before she stopped talking: "Oh, by the way, what are your names?"

"Neville...Neville Longbottom." The round-faced boy sitting across from her stammered, letting go of the toad nervously.The toad moved its eyes slightly, jumped onto the chair without a sound, and crawled slowly.

At this moment, the skinny boy sitting opposite Owen said, "Hello, my name is Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter!" Hermione and Neville's eyes widened at the same time, and they turned their heads to stare directly at Harry's face, making each other blush.

"Is it really you? I know everything about you, you've been mentioned in many reference books..." Hermione Granger started talking again, wishing to shake out all the knowledge she had.

Owen put his right leg on his left and listened with a smile. At the same time, he looked up at the dumbfounded boy opposite him.

Harry Potter is the protagonist of this world. Even though the plot of the novel I read in the previous life is hard to recall anyway, it seems like it is covered with a layer of tulle, and it seems that there is only one chance to recall it... … Owen tapped the table with his index finger. Amid the girl's crisp voice, his thoughts diverged and he thought of his past life.

In his previous life, he was a magician and won nearly twenty international magic awards in his early 20s.As a promising magic master in the eyes of the world, he lost his life in a sudden car accident.

Opening his eyes again, Owen came into this world and turned into a baby.It wasn't until I accidentally heard the name "Harry Potter" from my parents when I was young that I confirmed that I had traveled through the novel.

But...Owen found that he couldn't remember any plot except the title of the novel.Obviously, the memory of the past life and present life is very clear, and even the memory has become much stronger, but the plot of the novel seems to be hidden behind heavy curtains, and I can't remember it at all.

A few days ago, Owen met Harry Potter for the first time when he was shopping for uniforms in Madam Malkin's robe store in Diagon Alley, and chatted with him out of curiosity.Today, outside platform nine and three-quarters, Owen ran into Harry who was running around like a headless chicken outside the platform, and led him through the enchanted wall.

It is obvious that Harry Potter regards Owen as the only friendly friend he knows in the wizarding world, and follows him like a little tail.

"I didn't do anything out of the ordinary, so it shouldn't affect his future..." Owen thought nonchalantly.

He has no intention of interfering with the protagonist's life, but because of his own existence, it may cause changes in the ending of "justice triumphs over evil", but thinking that he also forgot the plot, the butterfly effect from time travel is inevitable, so Owen just let it go Naturally.

"Instead of worrying about this, it's better to think about what will happen to me this year." Thinking of this, for the first time, Owen's face showed distress and helplessness.

Since the Magic Riot when he was three years old, a strange thing always appeared around him every year.It can happen any day of the year, and it doesn't threaten the lives of those around it, but it's enough to be a headache.

For example, what happened at Easter last year made Irving, who has a strong psychological quality, feel heartbroken even thinking about it now.

Owen, his dad, and all the males on the estate suddenly found a house-elf in the family very... attractive that day.It was like Cupid mischievously firing the arrows of God of Cupids in groups. The feeling of palpitations was something that Owen II had never felt before, and his father thought so at the time.

If the mother hadn't appeared in time to solve the problem, Shafiq's family would have almost staged a human tragedy of father and son killing each other...

As a punishment, Dad was thrown into the lake to wake up his head all day, and then Mr. Shafik, who became angry, chose to squeeze the persimmon softly. For the first time in his life, Owen tasted the feeling of being hung up and spanking.

Thinking of this, Owen couldn't help covering his chest. He felt that he would never get through this hurdle for the rest of his life.

"Owen, can I call you that? Are you okay?" The little girl's crisp voice woke Owen up.

"It's okay, I just thought of something." Owen put down his palm covering his heart, showing the most appropriate smile.

"Oh, by the way, which house do you want to go to? I hope I can go to Gryffindor. It is said that this house is the best, and Dumbledore graduated from there. Of course, Ravenclaw is not too big. Bad..." Hermione nodded, her fluffy hair trembling.

"I have a lot of Gryffindors in my family, but I think I'll be sorted to Hufflepuff..." Neville seemed to choke.

Owen pressed his index finger on the table lightly, and said with a leisurely smile: "Hufflepuff represents integrity and loyalty, and there is nothing wrong with it. On the issue of house sorting, I think we can have preferences and inclinations, but there is no need to be prejudiced." .”

"Prejudice makes people blind. In fact, there have been a large number of great people in every college. The fate of life cannot be determined by different colleges. It just allows us to choose a more suitable environment for growth."

Harry and Neville listened to Owen's talk in a daze, but Hermione asked with bright eyes: "Then where do you think you will be sorted?"

"Slytherin or Ravenclaw." Owen said casually.Anyway, almost everyone in the Shafik family came from these two colleges. As one of the ancient pure-blood wizard families, they pursue knowledge and power, and are especially good at black magic.

Hermione frowned slightly upon hearing this, obviously aware of Slytherin's bad reputation, Neville also quickly glanced sideways at him, then bowed his head deeply.Due to Owen's friendliness and what he called "prejudice" before, the two did not comment on this.

"So, what about you, Harry?" Hermione looked at Harry.

"I..." Harry opened his mouth in confusion, "I don't understand the questions you mentioned..."

"My God! Didn't you do your homework in advance?" Hermione stared round her eyes with an unbelievable expression, then cleared her throat and said, "Then let me tell you a few words..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Neville touched his pocket and shouted, "Leffe! Leffe is gone!" He crawled under the table and groped around.

"Sorry, who is Raffle?" Hermione asked with a frown when she was interrupted.

"My toad," Neville choked out, "I just got it back."

"I remember it was..." Owen stood up and glanced at the chair behind him, and finally found the runaway toad between the seat and the window.

Owen blinked, with a mysterious smile on his lips.He took Neville's arm and told him to sit back in his seat, and said softly, "Don't panic, maybe he's in your left pocket."

"It's not there, I've looked for it..." Neville touched his pocket with tears in his eyes, his crying expression froze, and he took out a...snow-white rabbit from his pocket.

He stared blankly at the rabbit in his hand, a tear was about to fall to the corner of his eye, looking a little funny.

"Oh, this is not your Raffle." Owen took the rabbit and put it on his left hand, and wiped it with his right hand slowly. The palm-sized rabbit turned into a pimple-covered toad in a blink of an eye. .”

"Lyfe!" Neville cried with joy, and hurriedly held the toad in his palm.

"Are you Transfiguration?" Hermione had a skeptical expression on her face, "But this is the content of senior grades. I haven't learned how to turn matches into needles yet..."

"It's not transfiguration, it's just magic." Owen shook his head, turned his palm, and the rabbit returned to his hand.He said with a sigh in his tone: "This is my pet, I call her Muse. She has been by my side since I was very young, and now she is an old rabbit and may leave me at any time, so I brought her here."

"Magic?" Harry and Hermione thought of the magic shown on TV at the same time, that kind of fancy magic, which was even more beautiful and magical than magic.

"Impossible, magic is not that simple!" The two retorted in unison, "It must be magic!"

The smile on Owen's face froze, and his mood turned from sunny to cloudy in an instant.What can he say?Tell them that all the magic in this world is the magic tricks of wizards?But it doesn't change people's perception of magic.And in comparison, Owen's lifelong pursuit of magic has no competitiveness at all compared with the magic performances in this world.

Owen doesn't want to give up his favorite magic career, but it is undoubtedly hell-level difficulty to revive magic in this world. Either change the world or return to the original world.But in his opinion, having such a challenging goal is actually pretty good.

"Forget it, what you say is magic is magic." Owen looked out the window blankly.

Hermione pulled her hair anxiously like an ant on a hot pot: "I don't know, have you already learned this level in advance? I just memorized all the textbooks in the first grade. I thought That's barely enough..."

Neville opened his mouth in bewilderment, wanting to explain that he didn't know anything.

"No, we study literature and arithmetic like Muggles, and we are basically not allowed to touch magic before entering school." Owen comforted gently, "Because our magic power is not enough before the age of ten. Stable, learning magic in advance can easily get out of control."

This is the profound lesson Irving learned after he almost blew up his room twice and himself once.

Seeing the little witch's relieved expression, Owen's smile turned into a wicked smile: "Of course, as long as you don't practice magic. I'm relatively dull, and I just learned the theoretical knowledge of the first five grades in advance."

The ease on Hermione's face collapsed in an instant, she was stunned for a while, then frantically flipped through her schoolbag, took out a thick reference book from it and buried her head in it.

The carriage fell into silence. Harry and Neville looked at each other, not daring to disturb the master's study.After sitting uncomfortably for a long while, the two of them also found the textbook with a bitter face, and read it listlessly.

In the harmonious and friendly academic atmosphere of the three and Owen's laziness, the sky turned from bright to dark, and the train slowly stopped.

Owen stared at the huge towering castle, his expression slightly dazed, the memories in his mind were tumbling, and something was about to come out.

(End of this chapter)