A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 127 Sorting Ceremony
As the sales witch on the train passed by with a small trolley, the little wizards in the carriage ate the snacks they bought and chatted a few words, and the atmosphere gradually returned to calm.

Neville was crawling under the table to catch his toad, and the toad, obsessed with running away, jumped under the table while he was unpacking the Chocolate Frog.Luna had been reading her Quibbler, the wide magazine covering her face so well that only the top of her tousled head was showing.Ginny rested her chin in boredom and looked at the wilderness outside the car window.

Owen leaned back on the seat, closed his eyes and meditated, gently stroking Melet's head, forgetting about the Weasley family and Voldemort's moth matter.He didn't have the leisure to meddle in other people's business. The grievances with Voldemort had been evened out back and forth last semester, and Dumbledore could just leave the rest to worry about... Well, I hope he can worry about it for a while longer.

Of course, it would be interesting to have fun while ensuring your own safety.

Owen suddenly frowned, he always felt that he seemed to overlook something...

The door of the carriage was pushed open suddenly, and Draco walked in with his chin raised high and proudly. After seeing Owen sitting here, his face changed instantly and he returned to normal: "Owen, have you seen Harry? We almost The whole train was searched, but he was not found."

Owen blinked.Oh, so he forgot about Harry, that's all right.

"I haven't seen him today either," he said quietly.

"He missed the train, didn't he?" Draco's mouth couldn't stop rising. "Maybe he's really capable of doing such a stupid thing. You know, sometimes he's out of his mind..."

After finishing speaking, he condescendingly sized up the other people in the carriage, his eyes skipped over Neville, and lingered on Luna's strange dress and Ginny's iconic red hair.He curled his lips, but he didn't open his mouth to sneer. The year with Harry taught him to restrain himself a little, but only a little.

Draco looked at Owen with pity, as if he was forced to share a room with gorillas.He said slowly: "It's not that I can't spare a little space for you to come and squeeze in my carriage."

Ginny, who heard the implication, turned her head and glared at him angrily. Draco sneered at her, turned around and walked away swaggeringly.

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

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

Melet got up from his arms with a tacit understanding, arched her body and threw herself under the seat like an arrow from the string, pressed Neville's toad with one front paw, and then slid it to Neville like a ball of yarn. In front of Wei.

"Thank you, Melet." Neville got up in disgrace, and wanted to touch the head of Lizi the kitten, but was dodged arrogantly.Melet jumped back into Owen's lap, balling herself up contentedly.

For the next period of time, Ginny focused on Neville, listening expectantly to his stammering about Harry, with a look of anticipation and admiration on his face, freckled There was a blush on Jiao Hao's cheeks.

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

Owen gave her a funny look.Little girl, your thoughts are too unstable, right?
"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in 5 minutes, please be prepared." Hogwarts "extra slow" train has been running from morning to night, and finally it is about to reach its destination.

The people in the carriage had already changed into their school uniforms and got off the train with the crowd.Luna and Ginny have gone to Hagrid together, and they will enter Hogwarts in a boat.Neville walked to his friends in Gryffindor, and Owen joined Draco and the others, and walked to more than 100 carriages parked aside.

Pulled by a herd of Thestrals, these wagons looked like bony black horses with dragon-like heads and huge bat-like wings, looking grotesque and mysterious.

Owen stretched out his hand to caress one of the Thestral's wings with great interest. It felt very hard, and it was covered with a layer of short black short hair.Thestral turned its head and looked at him. Its empty white eyes without pupils looked a little weird and terrifying, but its temperament was not vicious, and instead it stuck out its tongue to lick Owen's palm.

"Owen, why don't you get in the car?" Draco poked his head out of the car and asked, watching Owen's movements with a puzzled face, thinking that this guy has finally gone crazy.

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

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

"What horse?" Draco looked suspiciously at Owen, then at Blaise, then at Crabbe and Goyle, the two big men shaking their heads like rattles.He felt he was being played.

"Thestrals." As Owen said, he quickly got into the carriage and sat down in the carriage filled with a faint musty and straw smell. "Only those who have witnessed death can see them."

Blaise's expression froze, then he nodded nonchalantly, and stopped looking at the Thestrals.

Draco stretched out his hand towards the place where Owen was stroking with suspicion on his face, he jumped back in fright after touching something invisible and still moving, and the back of his head hit the carriage wall heavily, pale golden Hair is blown up.He wrinkled his face and covered his head, coughed lightly and said, "It kicked me, grumpy little monster, didn't it?"

Both Owen and Blaise looked at him with half-smiles, did this guy forget that they could see the movements of thestrals?
Draco turned his head to the side, his pale cheeks flushed slightly.He changed the subject, picked up which pot he didn't open, and said, "Who have you seen died?"

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

"...My father, I don't remember who he is." Blaise shrugged pretending not to care, "The one who fell from the broomstick fell to his death and fell right in front of me. The most stupid person who can be selected as the magic world It's done, isn't it?"

Owen didn't want to comment on that.It sounds like a sad accident, but combined with Blaise's mother being a slut with six dead husbands...it's debatable.

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

The students got off the carriage, rushed out of the gate of the castle, passed through the foyer, entered the brightly lit auditorium, and sat at the long table belonging to their own college.

After sitting down, Owen turned his head and looked at the teacher's seat, which was already full of professors.Gilderoy Lockhart is the most glamorously dressed man. He is wearing a bright aqua green robe and has a signature sparkling smile on his face, as if he is in a toothpaste commercial at any time.

In stark contrast to him is a very short man sitting next to him, wearing a gray robe, with a pointed nose and small watery eyes, the hair on his head is a bit disheveled, and he is bald .He wriggled uncomfortably, as if he wanted to hide himself under the table.

Pettigrew Peter... Owen hooked the corner of his mouth with interest.

Lockhart put his arms around Peter Pettigrew very enthusiastically, talked to him with a bright smile, and patted Peter Pettigrew's shoulder heavily with one hand, as if they had a very close relationship.Peter Pettigrew gritted his teeth and squeezed out an ugly smile. A pair of nimble little eyes quickly scanned the auditorium.

In the middle of the teacher's bench, Dumbledore was leaning back on a chair with a smile, his silver-white beard and half-moon glasses sparkling in the candlelight.He glanced across the Slytherin table, then sat up straight suddenly, and began to whisper to Snape who was sitting beside him.

Snape's dark, empty eyes looked this way too, his brows furrowed tightly.He stood up suddenly and walked quickly towards the Slytherin table.

"Where's Potter?" he asked in a low voice.

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

Before he could finish his sentence, Snape strode out of the auditorium with a dark face, his black cloak fluttering behind him like the wings of a giant bat.Draco spread his hands and watched as Professor McGonagall led a group of first-year students in and began the sorting ceremony.

"Poor old nanny..." Owen mourned for Professor Snape for a second, and listened to the Sorting Hat sing a strange song.The tune is not very pleasant, it can be described as exotic style, and there are a few obvious out-of-tune and broken sounds. The lyrics are also old-fashioned, and it is difficult for the Sorting Hat to rack their brains to make up new lyrics year after year-but it I'm afraid there is nothing else to do besides this.

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

Owen saw that the thin Colin Creevey was assigned to Gryffindor, and the boy had an excited smile on his face.

Luna stepped forward lightly, her messy blond hair, beer-cork necklace, and radish earrings drawing a flurry of chatter and soft jeers.The Sorting Hat pondered for a moment, then shouted, "Ravenclaw!"

Until the sorting ceremony came to a close, Ginny, who was called by name, ran up quickly.The sorting hat was placed on her head in silence for a long time, and finally shouted: "Slytherin!"

The students sitting at the long table were silent for a moment, and then began to discuss in a low voice, 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 became disbelieving.

Owen was also taken aback, he didn't think Ginny Weasley could make such a big change in just a few hours on the train, even though she seemed to be less repulsive to Slytherin House than before.So... Could there be something wrong with her too?
Why did he have the feeling that Hogwarts was surrounded by Voldemort?Or is it simply that he thinks too much?

He watched Ginny stand up from the stool in amazement, looked at the direction of the Gryffindor table in a little bewilderment, and hurried to the Slytherin table with his head down.

Owen applauded politely, seeing Draco frowned strangely, and muttered something in a low voice amidst the not-so-warm applause, judging from the shape of his mouth, it probably read "Why does the Sorting Hat go to Slytherin?" stuffed" and the like.

The sorting ceremony was over, and Professor McGonagall put away the sorting hat and walked aside.Dumbledore stood up with a smile on his face, and said loudly: "Welcome our new students! And our old students, welcome back! Now you probably don't have the heart to listen to my speech, so let's start our banquet directly!" "

A sumptuous amount of food appeared on the dining table, and Owen gracefully ate a piece of grilled lamb chops. It wasn't until halfway through the banquet that Snape stretched out a sallow face and brought Harry with a listless look. Walked into the auditorium.

Harry was still wearing the Muggle T-shirt and jeans, his face was bruised, facing everyone's doubtful and curious eyes, he sat next to Owen with a dejected and ashamed expression.

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

"I'm not late!" said Harry angrily, as if irritated. "When I got outside the platform there was a quarter of an hour before the train left, and I'm the only one who can't get through the platform wall!"

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, even his face was blackened.

In the end, he could only wander outside the platform in vain until he completely missed the departure time.He wanted to fly to Hogwarts on his new broomstick, but he couldn't carry his luggage, so he stayed outside the platform and hurriedly wrote a letter for Hedwig to deliver to the school.

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 caught the attention of the staff.They thought he was a lost kid, or a bad boy who ran away from home, and even though Harry explained time and time again that he just missed the train, he couldn't tell which train he was on and couldn't get his ticket .

When he finally couldn't bear it anymore and truthfully stated that he was going to take the train on platform [-] and three-quarters, the security guard sent him to the nearby police station with an understanding face.He could only stay in the police station, and he didn't want to say who his relatives were anyway-he couldn't imagine that if the Dursleys knew that he missed the train to school, they could only wait in desperation What will it be like when they come to the police station to collect people.

The Muggle policemen tried their best to do ideological work for him, which made him want to pull out his invisibility cloak to hide himself.Harry didn't want to recall the situation when Professor Snape found him with a livid face. At that time, he just wanted to throw away his luggage, get into the cracks in the ground, and leave this world...

"Professor Snape said they didn't receive a letter from Hedwig, only a grumpy owl flew in, and I can't prove that I'm not late." Harry said through gritted teeth, "I know, it must be again That guy intercepted my letter, he always wanted me to never go back to Hogwarts!"

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

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

"Laugh if you want, don't hold back. I know you're gloating..." Harry looked at him darkly.

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

Harry looked at them with a wooden face, thinking that this group of friends could not be wanted.

At this time, he felt a warm gaze cast by the long table.He turned his head and found a somewhat familiar red-haired little girl peeking at him with a blushing face.When he looked over, the girl lowered her head in a panic, her cheeks were flushed, and she accidentally knocked over the goblet in front of her.

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

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

Owen's words successfully made Harry even more sluggish, and he didn't even have the energy to cook.

"By the way, why haven't you bothered recently why someone tampered with the sorting hat and assigned you to this academy?" Owen asked casually.

"Because I think I may have found the reason..." Harry looked around hesitantly, his voice suppressed so that only Owen could hear, "Maybe it's not someone's tampering, but my own problem."

"what is the problem?"

"You have to promise me not to say anything, especially not to Draco and Blaise," Harry said.If the two of them knew about it, it might spread throughout Hogwarts the next day.

"I promise." Owen said enthusiastically.

"Well..." Harry muttered, "Actually, I found out I'm a Parseltongue... I was once told by a boa constrictor that it had never been to Brazil." When he learned about Slytherin's life, and When he found out what Parseltongue was this summer, he remembered that he had spoken to a boa constrictor.

"Wow, this is a very rare talent." Owen showed an elegant and perfect smile, "Slytherin's remarkable traits, which are even mistaken by many people for the symbol of a dark wizard, seem to be inherited only through blood. So Come on, maybe you are a descendant of Slytherin blood."

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

"As far as I know, the Potter family doesn't have the ability to talk to snakes." Owen said leisurely, "Of course, it can't be ruled out that they have been secretly inheriting this ability, but this possibility is not high. After all, all pure The blood families are more or less related, even I have a bit of the blood of the Potter family, but no one from other families has obtained this ability from the blood..."

"Then...couldn't be my mother?" Harry was confused.

"I don't know. The only family that mastered the Parseltongue that has survived from ancient times is the Gaunt family. And this family has completely disappeared decades ago." Owen said slowly.

"Oh..." Harry nodded ignorantly, and then his expression became a little frightened.Was he not his father's child?

He slapped himself across the face, then shook his head vigorously.How could he have such an idea?He is sorry for his parents...

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

After everyone had sung the school song together, Dumbledore cleared his throat, stood up and said, "I am delighted to welcome two new teachers to our line-up this term. The first is Professor Peter, who will fill Defense Against the Dark Arts vacancies in academic courses.”

After finishing speaking, he looked at Peter Pettigrew meaningfully. The other party was kneading his hands a little timidly, his eyes wandered around restlessly, and he didn't notice Dumbledore's eyes at all.

There was a burst of sparse applause in the auditorium, and it was clear that the students were skeptical that the man who seemed to jump up and run away at any moment would be able to teach well.

"As for our second new teacher, Professor Lockhart, he will take the position of security advisor." Dumbledore glanced at Lockhart who was waving to the students with a bright smile, "Due to the Due to several unexpected incidents in the school, we specially set up this position, and Professor Lockhart agreed to be responsible for the safety of the school to protect the personal safety of the students..."

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

Dumbledore finally said some commonplace precautions, and then the little wizards left the auditorium and returned to their common rooms.

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

(End of this chapter)