I, Hogwarts Second Week

Grandpa said: Life is like a box of multi-flavor beans, you never know what the next one will taste like.

As a child, Irving didn't think so.

Aren't they just multi-flavor beans? No matter how weird they are, what kind of flavor can they have?

Until one day he ate a smelly foot-flavored bean

From then on, Owen refused all snacks from Zuko's Magic Joke Shop.

As for the multi-flavored beans of life, his taste is also different from ordinary people.

For example, when he just traveled through the world of Harry Potter, he had nightmares all night long.

He dreamed that he had traveled to a very 'correct' magical world.

First of all, he had no gender in the dream - he could only barely tell that he was a boy based on his voice.

The second one was the Latino Harry whom he met on the Hogwarts Express with a lightning scar on his head.

And from Hermione, who has an excellent matching mechanism.

Ron is the only one in the trio who looks quite normal. Except for having long red hair, speaking softly, and following the Latino Harry all day long, looking like Ginny, the rest is pretty normal.

Hmm - normal.

What a normal ghost!

Owen, who guessed that he might have traveled to some strange Harry Potter world, was heartbroken.

After all, his only advantage is his foresight. Who knows if the original story he knows will happen in such a world.

Therefore, Owen plans to follow closely behind the college professor, not to cause trouble or join the protagonist group.

Good good study day day up.

There are not many days left before the O.W.L. exam in the first grade.

It will take more than 1,300 days.

Excluding sleeping, eating, holidays and possible disasters, his study time in school will not exceed four hundred days at most!

Four hundred days!

Rounding it all off, that’s tomorrow!

Feeling the urgency?

Then hurry up and learn! (funny)

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But when Owen stepped into the gate of Hogwarts, what he saw and heard completely shattered his thoughts about his last days.

When did Hogwarts allow students to choose their own male and female dormitories?

Forget it, the school's little wizards are colorful, from black to red.

Appearances range from ancient gods to elves;

The identity ranges from vampire to Veela; (ps: this is possible.)

Gender is not divided into male and female, but is marked by letters, from A to Ω.

The huge Hogwarts Castle is like a museum of humanoid creatures.

This was hard for Owen, a mere mortal, to accept.

In such a 'right' world, he didn't hesitate at all, almost begging the Sorting Hat to sort him into Slytherin House.

Because only Slytherin in the entire Hogwarts is full of 'discrimination' and 'prejudice'.

Their ancestors all entered the country with William the Conqueror, and all of them came from the noble old London family.

If you dare to enter the toilet casually, Snape will beat you to death!

In this way, Owen finally found a clean paradise.

It's a pity that after all, he lives in such a world, where the tree wants to be quiet but the wind is still blowing. No matter how he escapes, he is inevitably involved in the 'right' war that sweeps across the entire UK and even European wizards.

At first, Owen relied on his foresight to crazily increase the power of Slytherins.

The Death Eaters, the Anti-Corruption Alliance organization led by him, swept almost the entire United Kingdom and parts of Europe.

In its heyday, a single thought could influence the political situation of European wizards.

But then, the defeat snowballed.

In the end, they were defeated by the 'despicable trans organization' the Order of the Phoenix.

The heroic Dark Lord of a generation was defeated at the hands of the Latino Harry Potter, and Owen also died heroically in the Battle of Hogwarts, spilling his blood for his partner's cause.

Then he woke up.

wake up.

Maybe he traveled through time again.

Owen couldn't be sure.

Even when he was five years old, he begged his grandfather to drive him to No. 4 Privet Drive in London all night long. After confirming with his own eyes that Harry was not Latino, he still felt scared and suffered from PTSD.

No way, who made that dream too real.

It seemed like he had really lived in that world.

The spell in my memory has never been so clear, as if I could successfully cast it with just a wave of my hand.

Then he actually cast the spell successfully - an extremely exquisite petrification spell.

He used his grandpa's wand.

The wand left behind - When Owen was eight years old, his grandfather contracted dragon pox, which is an infection similar to chickenpox, but the risk is much higher than chickenpox. If the disease is serious, it can be fatal. risks of.

Because of his contagious nature, Owen didn't even see his grandfather for the last time.

There was only a cold notification letter from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, announcing that his only relative in this world had quietly passed away.

When Owen heard the news, he only did one thing.

He took his own shovel, ran to Grandpa Rick's burial ground late at night, and dug up his coffin board.

Will his grandpa die?

You're probably kidding!

Do you know what my last name is, Sanchez?

Sanchez~

Owen Sanchez.

Grandpa Rick definitely abandoned him and went on adventures with Morty in other universes.

Owen, who dug up the coffin but found no bones, was convinced of this.

Unfortunately, he didn't find the teleporter gun in the coffin.

Otherwise, this is definitely not just a Harry Potter story, it has to be the story of all the worlds.

But what Owen had to face was that in his world, that spotless old man with gray hair, who often wore a black windbreaker and dressed himself like an English gentleman, had indeed completely disappeared from his life.

It's been three years since I left.

Owen is already eleven years old this year.

It was August 1991. It was a Tuesday.

Heavy rain has blanketed the British Isles for a week.

The cold vortex from the Scottish Highlands continues to attack the warm and moist water vapor from the Atlantic Ocean.

A cold wind swept across London.

On the streets, the flow of people was much less than normal.

Young Owen dragged his luggage by himself and took a taxi from his suburban estate to King's Cross station after more than an hour's journey.

The station was particularly lively today, with many people wearing cloaks and fancy costumes appearing out of nowhere.

Owen followed them and easily found platform nine and three-quarters, which connected the station to the magical world.

"Oh! Don't worry about the child." Suddenly, a strong red-haired woman in front of him attracted Owen's attention.

"You just need to walk straight towards the ticket gate between platforms 9 and 10. Don't stop, don't be afraid, just run straight in. If you feel nervous, just run away. Let's go. You go first, Ron is following you."

"Okay!" Next to her, stood a thin little boy with sallow skin, who could tell at a glance that he had been malnourished for a long time.

He was staring timidly at the wall not far away.

Harry Potter!

Oh my God!

What a wrong, white Harry Potter!

Having been tortured in dreams for a long time, Owen is not used to looking at Harry like this.

Um! And Ron - short hair, silly looking, old clothes, no lace on the cuffs.

It was completely different from the guy in Owen's memory who would just follow Harry and shout: geigei.

New book sets sail.