A ruined Hogwarts

The new Slytherin students followed their prefect Gemma Farley out of the auditorium and walked deeper and deeper into the castle underground along the marble stairs.

The further underground, the lights in the corridor seemed to become dimmer and the air became damper and colder, making Owen couldn't help but shrink his shoulders. He doesn't like dampness and cold.

After the young wizards had eaten and drank enough, they yawned so much that they stopped chatting. Only a few people in the team were chatting in low voices, and the buzz echoed in the corridor.

Harry on the other side also looked sleepy, but after finally getting rid of everyone's entanglement, he approached Owen and asked, "Owen, can you tell me why Hagrid and others reacted like this?"

His emerald green eyes looked at Owen sincerely. When he first came into contact with Hogwarts, he was actually very at ease and sensitive. The cold treatment he suffered at his aunt's house since he was a child made him yearn for family and friendship, especially not for himself. He did something inappropriate unintentionally or let others down.

Looking at Harry's pitiful eyes, Owen sighed and said, "It's not a big problem. You are the Boy Who Lived because you defeated the Dark Lord..."

"That incident...I don't remember it at all." Harry's face turned red.

"Whether you remember it or not, that is an undoubted fact." Owen smiled, his expression looking very peaceful and gentle under the dim light, "Therefore, most wizards believe that you are born extraordinary and have special qualities. Innately powerful talent.”

Harry's face turned even redder.

"Wizards generally believe that you have an innate great talent and are the nemesis of the Dark Lord. They also believe that you will inevitably become the person who leads the future of the wizarding world." Owen glanced at him, "Of course, there are always Then a small number of people think that the reason why you can defeat the Dark Lord is that you are born with powerful black magic power, so the Dark Lord will be defeated by you. They think that you might become a more terrifying dark wizard... "

"But...but, I'm just an ordinary person, and I haven't even learned a single magic!" Harry's voice was a little loud unknowingly, causing many people around him to turn their heads.

"Maybe, the problem is that some people don't think so." Owen nodded, "And as you were sorted into Slytherin today, I believe the second theory will be popular for a while."

"Why?"

"Because the Dark Lord you defeated graduated from this academy, and even most of his core followers came from Slytherin." Owen shrugged, "I have to say, this will make many people learn more about See the resemblance between you and the Dark Lord."

"I'm not like him!" Harry suddenly woke up from his sleepiness like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Yes, but it is undeniable that Slytherin is indeed the college with the most dark wizards." Owen said casually, "Although other colleges have also produced dark wizards, people's consistent concepts are always difficult to change, just like other colleges There has never been a dark wizard in the academy..."

"No one has told me this before!" Harry's eyes widened.

"Ah, what's the need?" Owen said calmly, "Whether he will fall into darkness depends on the individual, his own will and choice, not where he comes from or which college he graduated from. Although there is always some ignorance The guys can’t tell the difference…”

He looked at Harry and said very seriously: "If there is anyone you know who alienates you just because you came to this academy, I sincerely warn you to stay away from that person. He is not worthy of your sincerity, at least He’s also an arrogant idiot.”

"There is no need to care too much about other people's opinions, or if you really care," Irving paused, "then you might as well slap those people in the face with your own actions."

"Slytherin is a college that respects the strong. As long as you work hard and become outstanding, you will be respected and even followed by others." Owen raised the corner of his mouth with interest, "And for you, this college There is a very important advantage.”

"What?"

"Unite!" Owen blinked. "Although some of the Slytherin students are a bit arrogant and difficult to get in touch with outsiders, in fact, we are more united than the people in the other three houses. Much more, at least in terms of defense, it never disappoints.”

"If you want, you can make many sincere friends here, and even gather a group of followers like the Dark Lord." Owen said meaningfully.

"I don't want any followers!" Harry shouted loudly, causing everyone to look over again, and many people showed friendly smiles to him.

"It's up to you." Owen responded nonchalantly.

As everyone walked deeper and deeper underground, the surrounding walls began to glow with a dark green color. It would probably be quite creepy if there weren't so many people walking together.

"By the way, why did you call Voldemort the Dark Lord?" Harry suddenly realized the key point.

"Oh, I just chose the one that is least likely to offend him from all his names." Owen spread his hands with a smile, "Of course I can call him Voldemort like you, but if he one day Once I can’t think of making a comeback, wouldn’t I be in danger?”

"I'm afraid he's secretly hiding in that corner and listening. It's wise to protect yourself. It's not a shame when you haven't grown up yet."

"Uh, you're so... honest." Harry was choked for a long time, and it took a long time before he could say this. He really didn't know how to evaluate it.

For the next short while, the two stopped talking. The group of people kept walking down, and finally stopped in front of an empty stone wall behind the dungeon.

"Glory." Gemma said the password to Stonewall.

Everyone watched as a stone door hidden behind the stone wall slowly opened, and at the same time listened to Gemma's instructions: "The password for the common room will be changed every two weeks, so pay attention to the bulletin board in the room. Also, no It is allowed to bring students from other colleges to our common room, and do not tell them our password. Our common room has not let outsiders in for seven hundred years..."

The little wizards yawned and nodded, wondering if they heard it. When the stone door was completely opened, everyone poured into the lounge.

This is a long, narrow, basement-like lounge with walls made of black Gothic marble. The ceiling is a transparent semicircle carved with crystal. You can see the sparkling waves of the black lake above, and there are lights with green light hanging on it.

Outside the window is the dark lake, with huge shadows occasionally flashing across. Opposite the lounge there is a fine carved fireplace surrounded by carved chairs.

Owen looked around and couldn't help but lament in his heart. This eerie and cold color made him feel inexplicably cold. Although the fire in the fireplace kept the lounge warm, he still preferred to huddle on a chair by the window and bask in the bright and warm sunshine during his free time.

The dormitory did not go beyond Owen's expectations. The overall tone was black and green. Outside the window is the deep bottom of the lake, and silver lanterns hang from the ceiling. The circular bedroom is surrounded by four four-poster beds with green curtains and silver embroidery on the bed covers, which looks restrained luxury.

Harry, Malfoy, and Theodore Nott, who were in the same dormitory and looked quiet and reserved, had climbed onto the bed. Owen also heard Malfoy's long-drawn complaint: "Why isn't it a single dormitory? I I must write a letter to my father..."

Owen was not in a hurry to go to bed. He had already slept on the train and was not sleepy now. He gently took out some rabbit food and fed the muse, put away the messy magic props on his body, changed into a pair of dark blue pajamas, recited a cleaning spell and washed himself thoroughly before slowly climbing into bed. .

"Good night, Muse." Owen looked out the window at the deep lake, listening to the sound of the gentle waves gently lapping at the window, and said softly to the rabbit lying on the table.

"Good night, Hogwarts."