A ruined Hogwarts

A group of four people stepped onto Hagrid's boat, and the fleet rowed across the mirror-flat lake toward the castle above the cliff.

The freshmen passed through the ivy curtain covering the cliff, entered the hidden open entrance, and followed the dark tunnel to the underground of the castle. After docking at the dock, everyone climbed onto the ground paved with gravel. Under Hagrid's guidance, they climbed along the tunnel in the rock. After walking up a flight of steps, they gathered in front of a huge oak door.

Hagrid knocked on the castle door three times, and the door immediately opened. A tall woman wearing an emerald green robe was waiting there, with a serious expression on her face wearing square-rimmed glasses, and her black hair was tied into a tight bun.

"First year, Professor McGonagall," Hagrid said.

Professor McGonagall led the anxious freshmen to an empty room at the other end of the hall, and meticulously explained to everyone the upcoming sorting ceremony and the basic situation of the school, but Owen could no longer care about this.

After entering the castle gate, Owen felt a "boom" in the back of his mind, and the hazy curtains covering his memory instantly disappeared. The endless misty white mist spread, eventually forming a vast white space.

Threads of white mist condensed into visible fonts, which emerged like flowing water on one side of this white space:

[Unstable connection detected, countdown to collapse begins...]

[Turn on the shielding mechanism, the collapse will stop, and the crisis will be resolved. 】

[It is detected that the magic talent has been triggered, and the connection point collection mechanism is activated. 】

[Start releasing connection point collection ports. The delivery frequency is once per year. Please be prepared for collection. 】

[Connection point +1]

【Connection Point+2】

[Connection point +1]

…

【Connection Point +3】

[The main body's magic power fluctuations tend to be stable, the connection points are sufficient, and the shielding mechanism is about to be broken. 】

[The shielding mechanism is broken and related memories are unlocked! 】

[The connection points are cleared and the thinking space is opened! 】

【warn! Increased risk of crash due to zeroed connection points! 】

[Maintaining the thinking space requires 10 connection points/year, please be sure to keep enough connection points! 】

[The connection point collection mechanism is upgraded, updating...update completed...]

[The connection point collection port will be released soon. The delivery frequency is once/year. Please be prepared for collection]

…

Owen found himself standing in a pure white space. The white space was surrounded by endless white mist, dancing and surging like clouds in the distance.

He took a look at his body. He was wearing the black robes of Hogwarts, which was exactly the same as himself outside. Even the pile of magic props he carried on his body and the wand in his pocket were also there.

Looking at the lines of handwriting condensed in white mist in front of him, Owen calmly thought about his own situation and quickly analyzed the cause and effect. Staying calm and rational in the face of emergencies is a must-have quality for a qualified magician. Owen, who has rich stage performance experience, is especially good at adapting to circumstances. Although he usually looks lazy and full of bad taste...

"It seems that this space has existed since I was born. Because the connection is unstable and there is a risk of 'collapse', the shielding mechanism is turned on. It seems that this is the reason why I can't recall the plot of the original work, huh , I think about it now."

"When I was three years old, the magic riot triggered the magic talent, so I started the connection point collection mechanism, once a year... I finally know what's going on with the moths around me. It's not some special magic talent, but It’s this thing that’s doing something weird…but this is the physique of a broom star!”

"Then as I grew older, the magic power fluctuations gradually became stable from disorder, and with more and more connection points, I finally broke through the blockade of the shielding mechanism today, unlocked the memory of the plot, and collected it over the years. This space is opened up at the expense of clearing the connection points.”

"Wait a minute, what do you mean by upgrading the connection point collection mechanism? Don't tell me that this broom star's physique has been strengthened... I've already made my family crazy in the past. After the upgrade, won't it turn everything upside down? I'd better find a crooked neck tree as soon as possible. Hang yourself from a tree to avoid harming the common people..." Owen looked up at the sky.

"Well, let's forget it. I should believe that the teachers and students of Hogwarts have extremely excellent psychological quality and strong endurance. No matter what happens, Dumbledore's sea-fixing needle will take care of it. It shouldn't collapse... right?"

"Speaking of which, what exactly is a connection point? What about the collapse? It seems like the days ahead won't be too boring."

With a wave of his hand, Owen dispersed the writing in front of him. He couldn't help but twitch his mouth. His heart was filled with the realization that the truth was revealed, his unhappiness that he couldn't control himself, and his expectation and joy for the unpredictable future.

"Wait a minute, am I here in my true form?" Owen's expression changed. It would be great fun if he suddenly disappeared in front of everyone.

Regardless of continuing to test the function of the thinking space, he imagined leaving this space and then returned to reality easily. He found that he was still standing in the small room before. Professor McGonagall had left, and the uneasy chatter of the freshmen was buzzing in his ears.

"I don't know, if I don't pass the test..." Harry looked anxiously at Hermione who was reciting the spell intently, and turned to Owen with a blank mind, "I can't do any magic..."

"Relax, it's just a short test that has nothing to do with magic." Looking at the same terrified expressions on the freshmen's faces, Owen shook his head in amusement.

Although he already knew what the Sorting Ceremony was about, he was willing to abide by the unspoken rules of the wizards and not tell the young wizards the inside story of the Sorting Ceremony. According to his father, freshmen should be allowed to maintain a sense of novelty and anticipation for the unknown. It is definitely not because he is willing to make his descendants nervous after being cheated like this.

No matter what, Irving believed it anyway.

After hearing Owen's words, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and began to hesitate whether to recite the laws of multiplication and division, or the area formula... His math scores were pretty good, maybe he should recall the poetry he had learned before. ?

At this time, Professor McGonagall returned and led the freshmen through the foyer and into the luxurious auditorium. Students from other grades were already sitting around four long tables covered with different colors, and pairs of eyes watched them standing in a row in front of the teacher's desk.

Professor McGonagall placed a four-cornered stool in front of the freshmen, and then placed a pointed wizard hat on it. The hat was patched, worn, and extremely dirty. The black dirt on it was almost shiny with oil.

Although he had been mentally prepared for it, when he thought about wearing this hat next, Owen, who had been a bit of a germophobe in his past life, almost became furious.

Listening to the Sorting Hat twisting and singing a weird melody, Owen only had one thought in his mind: Are wizards... so unhygienic?

It's definitely not the case. At least the Shafiq family is kept spotless by the house elves every day. Even the house elves are clean.

But... Owen turned his head and looked at Professor Snape's greasy hair, Hagrid's messy beard, and Quirrell's dirty purple scarf, and suddenly felt that the future was bleak.