A ruined Hogwarts

With great effort, the Sorting Hat finished singing a song that was both unpleasant and pleasant at the same time. After bowing and saluting one by one at the four long tables, the Sorting Hat became motionless.

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

"Hannah Abbott!"

"Hufflepuff!"

Freshmen were called forward one by one to put on their hats, and then were assigned to colleges. Applause rang out one after another in the auditorium.

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

Wait, Ron Weasley, and Draco Malfoy?

Owen was excited and suddenly thought of a very important thing that he had ignored. He suddenly looked at Harry beside him and opened his mouth to say something.

"Harry Potter!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

Harry nervously clenched his fists and walked to the corner stool to sit down. There was a buzzing murmur in the auditorium. Each figure stretched his neck and looked up, hoping to see his appearance clearly.

The Sorting Hat paused for a moment and shouted to the entire auditorium:

"Slytherin!"

The noisy discussions in the auditorium fell silent for an instant, and all the little wizards' eyes widened and their mouths opened wide, as if they had collectively turned into Neville's toad. Even Professor McGonagall on the side lost control of her expression for a moment and showed a surprised look.

"Slytherin? Did I hear you correctly?"

"The Boy Who Lived was sorted into Slytherin?"

"Oh my God! This isn't real, am I dreaming?"

Soon, the auditorium was filled with noisy discussions again, more intense than before, as if they had arrived at a lively vegetable market. The students at the Slytherin table finally reacted and began to cheer and applaud. The proud expressions on their faces could be seen from a distance.

In a strange atmosphere, Harry faced the strange looks of a group of people and ran towards the Slytherin table with somewhat stiff steps.

Owen looked at his back, covered his forehead with a palm, and did not watch the scene. He really didn't mean it.

Thinking of Draco Malfoy who was looking around when he met Harry Potter in Diagon Alley, Owen should have thought that there would be no Malfoy crazily lowering Harry's favorability towards Slytherin, nor Ron Way. Sly talked a lot about the bad qualities of Slytherin, and Owen himself said that the house should not be prejudiced...

At this time, Harry Potter, who was still looking innocent, had no reason to shout out the crucial sentence "Don't go to Slytherin" in his heart!

Owen put down his hands in confusion. He was mentally prepared that his actions would affect the original script, but he did not expect that the plot would collapse from the very beginning.

"However, Dumbledore should be able to deal with such a trivial matter. Anyway, everything is under Dumbledore's calculations." Owen glanced at the teacher's chair behind him, with the mentality that a tall man would hold up the sky if it fell. I admired the expressions of the professors.

Dumbledore, who had white beard and white hair, raised his hand and pushed his glasses that had slid down a lot, his blue eyes flashing slightly. Snape, who has greasy black hair and a sallow face, has a gloomy and mysterious expression, Hagrid, the big man, has a pair of black beetle-like eyes that almost pop out of his sockets, Quirrell, who has a huge purple scarf on his head, has erratic eyes, and others Most of the professors were stunned...

What an inexplicably funny picture of all kinds of things in the world.

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

"Owen Shafiq!"

Owen walked slowly to the stool and sat down. He held the dirty hat brim between his two fingers and clasped it on his head with his eyes closed. Goosebumps broke out all over his body.

After the brim of the hat blocked his sight, Owen thought with a dark face: "It's over, I can't have this one anymore..."

"No, no, no, you should think of it this way. This is the accumulation of thousands of years of history, with a rich fragrance unique to long years." 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 the dust of tens of thousands of years of history." Owen politely gave Hat some common sense.

"Okay, I know that the Shafiq family always likes to come up with some weird ideas that are different from ordinary people." The Sorting Hat snorted dissatisfiedly, "I remember when I sorted your father into different schools, he still cried and begged. I don’t want him to be assigned to Azkaban...I really don’t know where he heard this rumor. Although I did do this once in the early years and sent away a fool pretending to be a student!"

"Yeah, great," Owen said perfunctorily, "So can you please sort me out quickly?"

"Well, since you have made your request sincerely, I will be merciful and not get angry with a brat like you." The Sorting Hat clicked his tongue, "Well, let me think about it, shrewdness but not lack of courage, willpower Strong and ambitious, with a strong thirst for knowledge and good talent, he even dared to openly dislike me... Then, it is obvious..."

The Sorting Hat paused and shouted to everyone: "Slytherin!"

Amidst a series of applause, Owen walked to the long Slytherin table covered with green tablecloth, and sat on the empty seat next to him at Harry's wave.

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

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

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

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

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

"Just keep a normal mind, because there are still countless bad things waiting for you, so be happy for yourself." Owen said seriously. Now that things have come to this, his mentality is quite relaxed anyway, and the bad taste in his heart can't stop overflowing.

Harry withered like a popped balloon.

At this time, with Blaise Zabini being sorted into Slytherin, the sorting ceremony finally ended.

"Welcome, welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year!"

Albus Dumbledore stood up, opened his arms to the students with a smile on his face, and gave a very brief speech indeed.

"Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words, that is: Idiot! Cry! Residue! Screw it! Thank you everyone!"

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

However, as expected of Dumbledore, he could remain calm even if something went wrong in Harry's sorting house, and act as if nothing happened even if his heart was filled with questions. This is stable. Owen thought with peace of mind.

Amid everyone's applause and cheers, the plates on the long table were instantly filled with sumptuous food, and the rich aroma spread throughout the auditorium.

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

Owen looked embarrassed at the food in front of him. He hadn't washed his hands yet.

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

After sitting there for a moment, feeling the burning hunger in his stomach, Owen resignedly picked up a piece of grilled lamb steak and cut it skillfully with a knife and fork. Although he wanted to use a magic spell or wipe his hands with a handkerchief dipped in white water, such behavior would only be more rude in the current situation.

Well, manners are important too.

He forked a piece of mutton chop and stuffed it into his mouth. As he chewed it with his teeth, the rich meaty aroma exploded in his mouth. The warm feeling soothed his hungry stomach and allowed Owen to temporarily put aside those inappropriate turtle hair fetishes. .

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