I, Hogwarts Second Week

As Hagrid knocked on the door.

The next moment, the door opened immediately, and a tall black-haired witch wearing an emerald green robe was standing in front of the door.

"Thank you, Hagrid. Leave it to me to pick you up when you get here." The witch looked serious and nodded slightly towards Hagrid.

"Of course, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

Then the little wizards followed Professor McGonagall one by one, walked through a tall hall, and walked straight into a place that looked like a hall.

Harry and Ron stretched their necks and looked around intently. And Hermione no longer showed off to others the little knowledge she knew about candles from the book.

She hadn't taken her eyes off Owen from the moment she got off the train.

If it weren't for the anger in his eyes, a certain narcissist would definitely think that the witch was attracted to him.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." A group of people walked into the auditorium and Professor McGonagall began to introduce the four major houses of Hogwarts and the rules of the division.

When Owen walked into the auditorium, he felt like he was going home.

Look - it's the ghosts he's familiar with.

Oh - they are all normal professors.

Look - the little wizards are all in high spirits, especially those on the Slytherin table who look at them with disgust, disgust and pride from time to time.

Oh my God! Owen just loves them.

That's the taste.

Hiss~

He only felt a refreshing sensation spreading from the top of his head to his toes. It felt as refreshing as drinking liquid nitrogen after thirsty in the middle of summer and then getting into the refrigerator. (PS: Children must not learn this. If the protagonist can travel through time, you will definitely be cool.)

What a normal Hogwarts!

I feel like I'm going to cry.

"Mr. Sanchez!" Professor McGonagall, who was telling the little wizards about the Academy Cup, was suddenly attracted by a child with tears in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" The professor, who didn't know what was going on, asked with concern.

"No, Professor." Owen said with sobs as he wiped the tears from his eyes, "I'm a little excited to come to Hogwarts and I'm glad to see you."

Oh my God!

What an innocent child!

In the future, he will definitely be a dull, reserved, taciturn and good student.

Professor McGonagall's eyes quickly flashed with affection.

If only this kid could come to Gryffindor.

As he said that, the professor couldn't help but glance in the direction of his college's desk. Two red-haired twins stood out among the crowd.

Look, my college is full of troublemakers.

"You don't have to be sad." Professor McGonagall's loving heart grew. She walked closer and rubbed Owen's head, her serious expression gradually melting away. "I believe you will live a happy life in the future."

"Um!"

Owen nodded cooperatively.

hapiness.

Of course he will live happily in the days to come.

hey-hey.

A brief interlude ended with Hermione's extremely disgusted eyes.

Professor McGonagall, who returned to his usual rigorous expression, slowly opened the parchment in his hand.

"Whoever's name I call now will put on his hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the sorting." She said, "Hannah Abbott!"

Hearing the sound, a rosy-faced little girl with two golden braids stumbled out of the queue, put the sorting hat on her head and sat down.

"Hufflepuff!" Almost as soon as he stood above his head, the Sorting Hat gave the result.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Teribut!" Professor McGonagall continued.

"Ravenclaw!"

Suddenly the second table on the left clapped and applauded, and when Terry joined them, several Ravenclaw students stood up and shook hands with him.

"Owen Sanchez." Professor McGonagall's sudden gentle tone made Owen's heart warm.

Cheeks flushed.

That was one of the few times he was beaten by conscience.

Cruelly, Owen lowered his head, walked forward in a familiar manner, sat on the chair, and put the dirty hat on his head.

Then a small voice sounded in his ear.

"Oh! Here comes another troublesome little guy." The Sorting Hat's singing tone was very unique.

Seems to have a calming effect.

Of course, it can also be some kind of psychological suggestion.

"It can be seen that you are very talented in magic, ambitious and smart. You have enough courage."

“Several academies are a good fit.”

"so--"

"Nurmengard!" Owen shouted secretly in his heart.

Azkaban and stuff like that, I'm all acquaintances there, so I'm embarrassed

"Huh?" Hat paused for about half a minute, and then said in a sob: "Child, how could you have such an idea? Do you know where Nurmengard is?"

"I know, just like Azkaban, it's a place where dark wizards are imprisoned," he said.

"So - as the Sorting Hat of Hogwarts, how could I sort you into a place like that?" the Sorting Hat asked angrily.

"Ahem - Mr. Hat, is there a possibility? I mean, the wizards in Azkaban are all Hogwarts graduates! Then let's make a simple deduction and conclude that Azkaban is Hogwarts. Fifth House, this is not too much!”

"???"

When he said this, not only the Sorting Hat was stunned, but also Professor McGonagall on the side couldn't help but look sideways and looked at him carefully with the eyes of a prisoner.

Did I have some misconception just now that I thought this child would be an obedient and good boy?

For the first time, Professor McGonagall expressed doubts about her ability to recognize people.

"Oh my god! How could you come to such a conclusion? With Merlin's beard, I can't imagine how your parents introduced you to the magical world." The Sorting Hat made a sharp sigh.

"Um - that - maybe - I don't have parents?"

"." Hat's voice choked violently.

Well, Irving had to admit that he had just hit a decisive blow.

Why! These days, are they all so lethal to be honest?

The psychological quality of this hat is really bad!

However, if you think about it carefully, it has been used for more than a thousand years, and it is normal to have some minor problems.

"I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me." Hat said this almost in a roar.

Obviously, Owen's words have touched its soul.

"However, since the founding of Hogwarts, there has never been a little wizard like you."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"I'm not complimenting you!" the Sorting Hat scolded hysterically!

Then there was another pause for more than ten seconds, "Originally, I thought Slytherin would be a perfect place for you to show off your talents."

"But now, I am responsible for your future. Slytherin is not suitable for you."

"Well, Mr. Hat. What you just said, can I sue you for discrimination?" Owen continued to challenge the Sorting Hat's bottom line. His expression remained normal, and his gaze shifted to the direction of the Slytherin table, "Does it mean that you will definitely become a dark wizard if you enter Slytherin House?"

"Not all wizards in Azkaban are Slytherins."

"As far as I know, there is a Gryffindor."

"Um - do you really have the thinking of the four founders?"

"You just discriminated against the entire Slytherin House!"

"Does Salazar know?"

"There can't be four villains fighting in your mind!"

"Hmm - Mr. Hat? Mr. Hat? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Is it broken again?"

"Hey! Let me tell you, it has been used for more than a thousand years, so there must be something wrong with it!"

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"Minerva!" Just as Owen was sighing, the hat on his head finally spoke.

Just listen to the urgent voice, mixed with a little anger: "Quick! Get me off this kid's head!"