A ruined Hogwarts

As the sales witch on the train passed by pushing a trolley, the little wizards in the carriage ate the snacks they bought and chatted for a while, and the atmosphere gradually became calm.

Neville was getting under the table to catch his toad, and the toad, which was obsessed with running away, jumped under the table while he was unpacking the chocolate frog. Luna was always reading her copy of "The Quibbler," and the large magazine covered her face, leaving only the top of her head with unkempt hair. Ginny looked out the car window at the wilderness with her chin in boredom.

Owen leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes and rested, and gently stroked Melet's head, forgetting the incident between the Weasley family and Voldemort. He didn't have the leisure to meddle in other people's business. The feud with Voldemort had been settled back and forth last semester, so Dumbledore could just let Dumbledore worry about the rest... Well, I hope he could worry about it for a while longer.

Of course, it is also interesting to have fun while ensuring your own safety.

Owen suddenly frowned. He always felt that he seemed to have overlooked something...

The carriage door was suddenly pushed open, and Draco walked in with his chin raised arrogantly. When he saw Owen sitting here, his face suddenly returned to normal: "Owen, have you seen Harry? We almost... I searched the entire train and couldn’t find him.”

Owen blinked. Oh, it turns out he forgot about Harry, that's okay.

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

"Did he miss the train?" Draco couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. "Maybe he can really do such stupid things. You know, sometimes he has no brain..."

After he finished speaking, he looked down at the other people in the carriage, his eyes directly skipping Neville and wandering over Luna's weird outfit and Ginny's iconic red hair. He curled his lips, but didn't speak sarcastically. The year he spent 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 a group of gorillas. He said slowly: "I can't make some room for you to squeeze into my carriage."

Ginny, who heard the implication, turned to glare at him. Draco sneered at her, turned around and walked away.

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

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

Melete got up from his arms knowingly, arched her body and threw herself under the seat like an arrow from a string. She pressed Neville's toad with one front paw, and then moved it to Neville like a ball of yarn. Wei came forward.

"Thank you, Melete." Neville got up in disgrace and wanted to touch the little cat's head, but was arrogantly avoided. Melete jumped back into Owen's lap and curled up into a ball of contentment.

For the next period of time, Ginny focused on Neville, listening expectantly as he talked about Harry, her face full of freckles and anticipation. There was a blush on Jiao Hao's cheeks.

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

Owen gave her an amused look. Little girl, are your thoughts too unstable?

"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes, please be prepared." The Hogwarts "extra slow" train has been running from morning to night, and is finally about to reach its destination.

Everyone in the carriage had already changed into their school uniforms and got off the train with the crowd. Luna and Ginny are going to Hagrid's side together. They will enter Hogwarts by boat. Neville walked towards his friends in Gryffindor, while Owen joined Draco and the others and walked towards more than a hundred carriages parked aside.

These carriages are pulled by a large group of thestrals. They look like skinny black horses with dragon-like heads and huge bat-like wings. They look weird and mysterious.

Owen reached out and stroked the wing of one of the thestrals with interest. It felt very hard and was covered with a layer of short black hair. Ye Qi turned its head and looked at him. Its empty white eyes had no pupils, which looked a bit weird and scary. However, its temperament was not vicious. Instead, it stretched 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, looking at Owen's actions with confusion on his face, thinking that this guy had 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 at Owen suspiciously, then at Blaise, then at Crabbe and Goyle. The two big men shook their heads like rattles. He felt he was being played.

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

Blaise's expression froze, and then he nodded nonchalantly, no longer looking at the Thestrals.

Draco stretched out his hand towards the place where Owen had touched before with suspicion in his face. After touching something invisible and still moving, he jumped back in fright, and the back of his head hit the carriage wall hard, a light golden color His hair exploded. He frowned and covered his head, coughed slightly and said, "It kicked me, you grumpy little monster, right?"

Owen and Blaise both looked at him with a half-smile. Did this guy forget that they could see the movements of the Thestral?

Draco turned his head and looked to the side, his pale cheeks slightly red. He changed the subject and said, "Who have you seen die?"

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

"...My father, I don't remember who he was." Blaise shrugged pretending not to care, "The one who fell from the broomstick fell right in front of me. He can be selected as the stupidest death in the magic world. It’s legal, isn’t it?”

Irving didn't want to comment. This sounds like a tragic accident, but combined with the fact that Brace's mother was a viper who had lost six husbands... it's very debatable.

The atmosphere in the carriage became a little heavy, and they waited in silence. The carriage quickly started to move, speeding towards the castle at a very fast speed, and finally stopped with a jingling sound beside the stone steps of the castle gate.

The students got off the carriage and poured out of the castle gate. They walked through the foyer and entered the brightly lit auditorium. They each sat at the long table belonging to their own college.

After Irving sat down, he turned around and looked at the teacher's chair, which was already full of professors. The most glamorously dressed person is naturally Gilderoy Lockhart. He is wearing a bright aqua robe with a signature shining smile on his face, as if he is filming a toothpaste commercial at any time.

In sharp contrast to him was 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 was a bit disheveled, and he had a bald patch. . He twisted his body uncomfortably, as if he wanted to hide himself under the table.

Peter Pettigrew... Owen curled his lips with interest.

Lockhart put his arms around Peter Pettigrew very enthusiastically, talked to him with a shining smile, and patted the other person's shoulder heavily with one hand, as if they were very close to each other. Peter Pettigrew bared his teeth and forced out an ugly smile, and his small, flexible eyes quickly scanned the auditorium.

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

Snape's gloomy and empty eyes also looked here, his brows furrowed tightly. He suddenly stood up and walked quickly to the Slytherin table.

"Where is Potter?" he asked in a low voice.

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

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

"Poor old nanny..." Owen held a moment of silence for Professor Snape and listened to the Sorting Hat sing a song with a weird accent. The tune is not very catchy, it can be described as an exotic style, and there are several obvious out-of-tune and broken sounds. The lyrics are also the same old content, and it is difficult for the Sorting Hat to rack its brains to come up with new lyrics year after year - but it I'm afraid there's nothing else to do besides this.

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

Owen saw that the thin Colin Creevey was sorted into Gryffindor, with an excited smile on the boy's face.

Luna stepped forward with a spring in her step, her messy blond hair, beer cork necklace and radish earrings eliciting a flurry of comments and soft jeers. The Sorting Hat pondered for a while and shouted: "Ravenclaw!"

It was not until the sorting ceremony was coming to an end that Ginny quickly ran up when her name was called. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head and she was silent for a long time, and finally shouted: "Slytherin!"

The students sitting at the long table were silent for a moment, and then started talking in low voices. The buzzing sound was like a thousand bees crammed into the auditorium. The smiles on the faces of Ginny's brothers froze, and their expressions turned into disbelief.

Owen was also stunned. He didn't think that just a few hours on the train could make Ginny Weasley make such a big change, 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 feel like Hogwarts was surrounded by Voldemort? Or is it simply that he thinks too much?

He watched thoughtfully as Ginny stood up from the stool with a surprised look on her face, glanced in the direction of the Gryffindor table in confusion, and then hurried to the Slytherin table with her head lowered.

Owen politely clapped his hands to express his welcome. He saw Draco frowning strangely and muttered something in the middle of the not-so-warm applause. Judging from the shape of his mouth, it was probably "Why does the Sorting Hat send everyone to Slytherin?" "Stop" 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 in a loud voice: "Welcome to our new students! And our old students, welcome back! You probably don't have the heart to listen to my speech now, so let's start our banquet directly! "

There was sumptuous food on the table, and Owen gracefully ate a grilled lamb chop. It was not until halfway through the banquet that Snape showed a sallow face, and Harry looked sluggish. Entered the auditorium.

Harry was still wearing the Muggle T-shirt and jeans, and his face was bruised. Facing everyone's doubtful and curious eyes, he sat next to Owen with a depressed and embarrassed look on his face.

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

"I'm not late!" Harry said angrily, as if he was very angry. "When I got outside the platform, it was still a quarter of an hour before the train left, but I was the only one who couldn't get through the platform partition!"

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, and even his face was bruised.

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

Hedwig never came back, and Harry could only sit alone in the waiting room of King's Cross Station with his luggage and birdcage until he attracted the attention of the staff. They thought he was a lost child from someone's family, or a bad boy who ran away from home. Even though Harry explained time and time again that he just missed the train, he couldn't tell which train he was taking, and he couldn't get the ticket. .

When he finally couldn't bear it anymore and truthfully told him that he was taking the train at platform nine and three-quarters, the security guard sent him to the nearby police station with an understanding look on his face. He could only stay in the police station, not wanting to tell who his relatives were anyway - he couldn't imagine that if the Dursleys knew that he had missed the train to school, they would have to wait in despair. What it will be like when they come to the police station to collect someone.

The Muggle police tried various methods to do ideological work on him, which made him want to take out his invisibility cloak and 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, crawl into the cracks of the ground, and leave this world...

"Professor Snape said they didn't receive the letter from Hedwig, and only a grumpy owl flew over. I have no way to prove that I was not late." Harry gritted his teeth and said, "I know, it must be again. That guy intercepted my letters and he keeps trying to stop me from ever coming back to Hogwarts!"

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

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

"Just laugh if you want, don't hold it in. I know you're gloating..." Harry looked at him faintly.

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

Harry looked at them with a dull face, feeling that he could no longer have any of these friends.

At this time, he felt a warm and substantive look coming from the long table. He turned around and saw a familiar red-haired little girl peeking at him with a blushing face. When he looked over, the girl lowered her head in panic, her cheeks turned red, and she accidentally knocked over the goblet in front of her.

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

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

Owen's words succeeded in making Harry feel even more depressed, and he was not even that energetic about cooking.

"By the way, why haven't you been wondering why someone manipulated the Sorting Hat and assigned you to this house?" Owen asked casually.

"Because I think I may have found the reason..." Harry hesitated and looked around, his voice low enough that only Owen could hear, "Maybe it's not someone who has tampered with it, but my own problem."

"what is the problem?"

"You have to promise me not to tell anyone, especially Draco and Blaise," Harry said. If the two of them knew about this, maybe the whole Hogwarts would know about it the next day.

"I promise," Owen said cheerfully.

"Okay..." Harry muttered, "Actually, I found out that I am a Parselmouth... A python once told me that it had never been to Brazil." When he learned about Slytherin's life, and in When he was researching what Parselmouth was this summer, he remembered that he once talked to a python.

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

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

"As far as I know, the Potter family does not have the ability to talk to snakes." Owen said in a leisurely tone. "Of course, it is not ruled out that they have been secretly inheriting this ability, but this possibility is not high. After all, all pure The blood family is more or less related to each other, and even I have some blood from the Potter family, but no one from other families has gained this ability from their blood..."

"Then...it can't be my mother, right?" Harry was confused.

"I don't know. Of the families that have mastered Parseltongue that have been inherited from ancient times, the only ones I know of are the Gaunt family. And this family has completely died out decades ago." Owen said slowly.

"Oh..." Harry nodded confusedly, and then his expression turned a little horrified. Isn't he his father's child?

He slapped himself in the face and shook his head vigorously. How could he have such an idea? He feels sorry for his parents...

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

After everyone had sung the school song, Dumbledore cleared his throat, stood up and said: "I am delighted to welcome two new teachers to our lineup this term. The first is Professor Peter, who will fill the role of Defense Against the Dark Arts There are vacancies in art classes.”

After he finished speaking, he looked at Peter Pettigrew thoughtfully, who was squeezing his hands with some flinching, and his eyes were wandering around restlessly, not noticing Dumbledore's eyes at all.

There was a burst of sparse applause in the auditorium. It was obvious that the students were skeptical about whether this man who seemed ready to jump up and run away at any moment could teach the course well.

"As for our second new teacher, Professor Lockhart, he will assume the position of security advisor." Dumbledore glanced at Lockhart, who was waving to the students with a bright smile, "In view of the fact that the school last school year We specially created this position due to several accidents that occurred in the school, and Professor Lockhart agreed to be responsible for the safety of the school and 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.

After Dumbledore finished speaking some commonplace notes, the young wizards left the Great Hall and returned to their respective common rooms.

In the dormitory, the tired little wizards climbed into bed one after another and fell asleep accompanied by the light rippling sound of the lake outside the window.