A ruined Hogwarts

The big dog named Fang rested his head on Harry's thigh, drooling all over his robe, and glanced sideways at Owen with a pair of black eyes. He looked very timid, but Eager to try again.

Owen was writing and drawing in his notebook with a quill, occasionally raising his head to glance at the dog. Without learning Legilimency, he was sure that the dog was trying to pounce on him. It seems that this guy became more courageous when he was around his master.

Remembering that there was still some uneaten food in his pocket that Mrs. Norris was picky about, Owen turned it out. The food was packed carefully in plastic paper so that not a drop of oil would seep out.

He opened the paper package and threw it on the ground. The big dog smelled the smell, pounced on it and swallowed it in three or two mouthfuls. Then he squatted on the ground and stuck out his tongue and flicked his tail wildly, fanning the air.

"Tsk, be good, let's play." Owen raised his hand and patted its head, with a lazy smile on his face, and pointed his finger towards Harry.

Then Harry, who was talking enthusiastically to Hagrid, was thrown to the ground.

"Okay, Fang, don't make trouble." Harry got up, straightened his glasses that were tilted to one side, and continued chatting with Hagrid.

"...In short, the professors in all subjects are very friendly to me, and so is the dean, although he is stern... I also made many friends in the college..."

"Oh, I know, I know..." Hagrid looked at Harry and his eyes became tear-filled again, as if he was looking at a poor little boy who was in trouble but forced a smile on his family and friends, "Are you sure It’s because you’ve suffered so much, how could you possibly stay in that academy?”

"I think the Sorting Hat must be an old fool, Slytherin? How dare it think so? Your father and mother are both outstanding wizards in Gryffindor. When I first saw you, I knew you were the same. Dad is exactly the same, with similar appearance and personality. Of course, his eyes are like your mother's..."

"A good boy like you will definitely be wronged when you get there. Dumbledore doesn't know how to care..." At this point, Hagrid blew his nose loudly again.

Owen looked up at him, too lazy to speak. Anyway, after Hagrid discovered Voldemort and his followers in Slytherin, he had a bit of a psychological shadow on this academy.

"Actually, I really haven't been wronged. On the contrary, I'm still...popular." Harry exhaled helplessly, "Although there are a small group of people who are reluctant to have anything to do with me, I promise that it's just... Small group of people, they all stay away from me."

"It's because he's very popular." Owen added with a smile, glancing at Harry with a smile, "After all, Harry is a potential stock in the future. Who doesn't want to establish a good relationship with him in advance?"

"Owen, please don't say such things, okay?" When Harry mentioned this, he thought of the newspapers that compiled him, and his soles almost cramped with embarrassment. "Hagrid, don't believe what you read in the newspaper. If you mind me..."

"No, no, I don't mind which house you're in at all...if that's your choice." Hagrid quickly glanced at the pile of newspapers under the teapot's warm cover from the corner of his eye.

"To be honest, I didn't even know you suffered so much abuse in that Muggle home. I should have gone to see you a long time ago. I should have turned all three of them into big fat pigs... No wonder you want to take revenge. Them, but don't involve innocent people, don't be led astray, Harry, if..."

"Hagrid, I was not abused! Although they really didn't want to talk to me, they didn't starve me." Harry pulled out the stack of newspapers. As expected, they were all about himself, "Enter Slytherin" I didn’t choose it, it was the Sorting Hat that told me I fit in there, although I don’t know how I fit in...” He did feel out of place in all aspects.

"Also, I don't want revenge at all, and I don't reject Muggles! If you would rather believe these damn newspapers... Oh, and there is also the fact that I am actually a dark wizard..."

"No, no, no, how could it be possible? You are the hero who defeated the mysterious man!" Hagrid said loudly, "The Sorting Hat must have made a mistake. Although it has always said that it has never made a mistake in sorting the house for thousands of years, But that doesn’t mean it won’t get confused, maybe it’s just confused by something…”

"Wait, what could the Sorting Hat be confused with?" Harry's eyes lit up, and his thinking became clearer than ever before, "Like magic or something? I mean, if someone wants me to enter a certain college..."

"I don't know. Nothing has ever happened to the Sorting Hat before..." Hagrid said hesitantly, "And it has always been placed in the principal's office. It is impossible for anyone to hide it from Dumbledore."

"But Dumbledore won't be in the principal's office forever, right? On the day of the Sorting Ceremony, it was taken out of the principal's office, and there was a period of time where it was easy to be manipulated..." Harry felt that his idea was coming to his mind. Yes, someone must be playing some conspiracy!

Owen, who had always been an interested listener, opened his mouth and was a little stunned for the first time. What kind of strange brain circuit is this? Is the savior’s little head full of question marks?

Sure enough, does the savior’s mind just want to take an unconventional path? Owen quickly took a sip of tea to calm down his shock.

"I don't know." Hagrid also rubbed his hands doubtfully, "The Sorting Hat cannot be bribed. But if a wizard is smart enough, he may be able to use the Confusion Curse to affect it... even though it belongs to Gryffindor. Relics are very powerful magic items, but after all they are just creations of wizards.”

"That makes sense! No wonder I always feel so inconsistent!" Harry stood up in a hurry, almost throwing Fang out of his lap.

These days, Harry has looked up a lot of information, met many students from the same college, and learned some common sense about the wizarding world from others. But no matter how much he thought about it, he didn't find that he had the characteristics that fit Slytherin. This made him wonder if he really had any hidden talents.

But if the Sorting Hat has been tampered with, everything will become clear.

Seeing Hagrid's still doubtful expression, Harry turned his attention to Owen who was looking strange. Thinking that he was always extremely smart and had novel and pertinent insights into many things, he asked, "Owen, what do you think about this?"

Owen touched the corners of his lips with his fingers, an interesting smile on his face. He glanced at Harry with his clear and slightly smiling black eyes, lightly tapped the table with his left index finger, and said in a soothing and clear tone:

"Well, the person who knows you best is yourself. If you really feel that you should not belong to Slytherin and feel that someone has tampered with the Sorting Hat, you might as well think about that person's purpose and identity first. "

The smile on Owen's lips deepened a little, and he analyzed it seriously: "Is he trying to get close to you and lead you into a dark wizard who hates Muggles? But generally speaking, as long as you don't change and waver, the impact of the academy on you will be It's very slim, so the possibility is unlikely. Do you want to protect you? It's okay but not necessary to send you to an academy that's not suitable for you."

"Then, that person is more likely to target you. Is it because you are assigned to Slytherin House because it will be easier to observe and contact you? Then you have to consider the relationship between this person and this house. "

At this point, Owen paused. According to this explanation, Professor Snape might still have to bear the blame.

He shook his head with a smile and continued: "Of course, there is another possibility, such as..." He pointed to the newspaper in Harry's hand, "Driving a wedge between you and Dumbledore. After all, many people speculated that you would If Dumbledore turns against you or something, even if it doesn't go as far as that, you may become estranged from each other. Without Dumbledore's protection, it will be easier for the enemy to deal with you."

"As for that person's identity, you need to guess by yourself. For example, your enemy? Or..."

"Voldemort!" Harry jumped up as if there were springs under his feet.

Hearing this name, Hagrid's huge body shrank: "Don't... don't say this name..."

"Hagrid, you said he can't die, right? Maybe Voldemort is nearby, plotting revenge and a comeback..." Harry was immersed in his own thoughts and could no longer hear what Hagrid was saying. what.

"No, maybe it's just one of his hidden followers who wants to take revenge on you or something..." Hagrid said.

"Harry, listen! I will go talk to Dumbledore. If someone really does this, you must be careful!" Hagrid also began to believe it, and he told Harry with a serious face.

Harry also nodded solemnly, feeling that his situation was very dangerous.

Owen made a fist with his right hand and covered his lips and coughed lightly, almost laughing uncontrollably.