A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 3 Some plots collapsed at the beginning
With God's work, the Sorting Hat finished singing some ugly and some nice songs, and after bowing to the four long tables one by one, it remained motionless.

Professor McGonagall held a roll of parchment and began to roll the roll.

"Hannah Abbott!"

"Hufflepuffs!"

The freshmen were called to put on their hats one by one, and then they were assigned to colleges one by one. The auditorium burst into applause one after another.

Owen saw that Hermione had been sorted into Gryffindor as expected, as had Neville.Draco Malfoy went to Slytherin with a proud face, Ron Weasley stood not far from Owen with a livid face like a prisoner waiting for trial, and the sorting continued.

Wait, Ron Weasley, and Draco Malfoy?
Owen was shocked, and suddenly thought of a very important thing that he had neglected.He suddenly looked at Harry beside him, and opened his mouth to say something.

"Harry Potter!" cried Professor McGonagall.

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

The Sorting Hat paused for a moment, then shouted to the entire auditorium:
"Slytherin!"

The noisy discussions in the auditorium fell silent in an instant. The little wizards stared round and opened their mouths wide open, as if they had collectively turned into Neville's toads.Even Professor McGonagall on the side lost his expression control for a moment and showed a surprised look.

"Slytherin? Did I hear you right?"

"The boy who lived, was sorted into Slytherin?"

"My God! This is not real, I am dreaming?"

Soon, the auditorium was full of noisy discussions again, more intense than before, as if they had come to a lively vegetable market.The students at the long Slytherin table who finally came to their senses began to cheer and applaud, and the smug expressions on their faces could be seen from afar.

Under the weird atmosphere, facing the weird gazes of a group of people, Harry ran towards the Slytherin table with stiff feet.

Owen looked at his back, covered his forehead with a slap, and had no eyes to watch the scene.He really didn't mean to.

Thinking of Draco Malfoy who was poking around when he ran into Harry Potter in Diagon Alley, Owen should have thought that there was no Malfoy who crazily lowered Harry's favorability for Slytherin, and there was no Ron Wayne. Sly talked about the bad things about Slytherin, and Owen himself said that there should be no prejudice against the college...

At this time, Harry Potter, who was still innocent, had no reason to shout out the crucial phrase "Don't go to Slytherin" in his heart!
Owen let go of his hands dumbfounded. He was mentally prepared for his behavior to affect the original script, but he didn't expect the plot to collapse from the very beginning.

"However, Dumbledore should be able to handle this kind of trivial matter. Anyway, everything is within Dumbledore's calculations." Owen glanced at the teacher's seat behind him with the mentality of a tall man supporting the sky falling, I admired the expressions of the professors.

The white-bearded and white-haired Dumbledore raised his hand and pushed his glasses, which had slid down a lot, his blue eyes flickered slightly.Snape, with greasy black hair and sallow complexion, had a gloomy and unpredictable expression, the big man Hagrid's black beetle-like eyes almost popped out of his sockets, Quirrell, who was wrapped in a huge purple scarf on his head, had erratic eyes, and others The professors are mostly dumbfounded...

What an inexplicably funny picture of the world.

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

"Owen Shafik!"

Owen walked unhurriedly to the stool and sat down, stretched out two fingers to hold the dirty brim of the hat and put it on the top of his head with his eyes closed, goose bumps crazily appearing on his body.

After the brim of the hat covered his sight, Owen thought with a dark face: "It's over, I can't take this end..."

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

"Actually, I would like to add that even an ordinary stone on the side of the road contains dust that is tens of thousands of years old." Owen politely gave the hat some common sense.

"Well, I knew that the Shafik family always loves to come up with some strange ideas that are different from ordinary people." The Sorting Hat snorted dissatisfiedly, "I think when I sorted your father back then, he still cried and begged for help. I don't want him to be assigned to Azkaban... I don't know where he heard such rumors. Although I did do this once in the early years, sending away a fool pretending to be a student!"

"Yeah, that's great," Owen said perfunctorily, "so can you please sort them out quickly?"

"Well, since you made the request sincerely, I will be merciful not to get angry with a brat like you." The Sorting Hat clicked, "Well, let me think about it, shrewd but not lacking in courage, willpower Strong and ambitious, with a strong desire for knowledge and good talent, and even dared to dislike me openly... Then, obviously..."

The sorting hat paused, and shouted to everyone: "Slytherin!"

Amidst a series of applause, Owen walked towards the long Slytherin table covered with a green tablecloth, and sat on the empty seat next to him after Harry waved his hand.

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

"Ah, probably because you are so popular, those people are very disappointed that you were not assigned to their college." The culprit, Owen, took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped his fingers and hair, carelessly A word of comfort.

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

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

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

"It's good to keep a normal mind, because there are countless bad things waiting for you, just wish you luck." Owen said solemnly.Things have come to this, anyway, his mentality is quite relaxed, and the bad taste in his heart can't stop overflowing.

Harry wilted like a popped balloon.

At this point, with Blaise Zabini being sorted into Slytherin, the sorting ceremony finally came to an end.

"Welcome, welcome to Hogwarts to start a new school year!"

Albus Dumbledore stood up, opened his arms to the students with a broad smile, and delivered a short speech indeed.

"Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words, that is: Idiot! Cry nose! Dregs! Twist! Thank you all!"

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

However, as expected of Dumbledore, even if something happened in Harry's branch, he could still keep his face, even if his heart was full of question marks, he could still act like a normal person.That's it.Owen thought with peace of mind.

Amidst the applause and cheers of everyone, the long table was filled with sumptuous food in an instant, and the rich aroma wafted in the auditorium.

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

Owen looked at the food in front of him with embarrassment, he hadn't washed his hands yet.

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

After sitting there for a while, feeling the burning hunger in his stomach, Owen resignedly picked up a piece of grilled lamb chop, and skillfully cut it with a knife and fork.As much as he would have liked to use a charm, or wipe his hands with some white water on a handkerchief, such behavior would only be more impolite in the current situation.

Well, politeness is also important.

Picking up a piece of lamb chops and stuffing it into his mouth, as his teeth chewed, the rich aroma of meat exploded in his mouth. The warm feeling soothed his hungry stomach and allowed Owen to temporarily put aside those inappropriate cleanliness fetishes .

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

(End of this chapter)