I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 5 I feel that my words have touched your soul (please follow up)

With Hagrid knocking on the door.

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

"Thank you, Hagrid. Let me 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, passed through a tall hall, and walked straight into a place that looked like a synagogue.

Harry, Ron and the others stretched their necks and looked around intently.And Hermione didn't show off to others what she knew about candles from books.

She hasn't taken her eyes off Owen since 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.

Walking into the auditorium, Owen felt like coming home.

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

Oh - they are all normal professors.

Look - the little wizards are also full of energy, especially the disgusting, disgusting, and proud gazes cast from time to time on the Slytherin long table.

God!Owen simply loved them.

It's this taste.

hiss~

He only felt a burst of refreshment spreading from the top of his head to his toes, it felt as refreshing as drinking liquid nitrogen in midsummer and then getting into the refrigerator. (PS: Children, please don't study, 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 talking to the little wizards about the Academy Cup, was suddenly attracted by a tearful child.

"What's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable?" The professor who didn't know why asked with concern.

"No, Professor." Owen sobbed while wiping the hot tears from the corners of his eyes, "I'm a little excited to be able to come to Hogwarts to study, and I'm glad to meet you."

OMG!

What a good boy!

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

A flash of affection quickly flashed in Professor McGonagall's eyes.

If only the kid could come to Gryffindor.

As he said that, the professor couldn't help but glanced in the direction of his college's long table, and there were two red-haired twins who were extremely eye-catching among the crowd.

Look, my academy is full of troublemakers.

"You don't have to be sad." Professor McGonagall's compassion grew, she approached and rubbed Owen's head, her serious expression gradually melted away, "I believe you will live happily in the days to come."

"Ok!"

Owen nodded quite cooperatively.

happy.

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

Hey.

A small episode ended in Hermione's extremely disgusted eyes.

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

"Whoever name I call now puts on a hat, sits on a stool, and waits 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 on top of his head, the Sorting Hat gave the result.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuffs!"

"Terry Boot!" Professor McGonagall continued.

"Ravenclaw!"

Suddenly the second table from the left clapped their hands, and when Terry joined them, a few Ravenclaws rose to shake his hand.

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

Cheeks flushed.

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

Relentless, Owen lowered his head, walked forward with ease, sat on the chair, and put the dirty hat on his head.

Then a small voice rang 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--"

"Numengard!" Owen cried out secretly in his heart.

Azkaban or something, they are all acquaintances when they go, so I feel 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 is dedicated to detaining dark wizards." He said.

"So—as the Sorting Hat of Hogwarts, how could I sort you into that kind of place?" The Sorting Hat questioned angrily.

"Ahem——Mr. Hat, is there a possibility? I mean, the wizards of Azkaban all graduated from Hogwarts! Then let's make a simple deduction and conclude that Azkaban is Hogwarts The Fifth Court, this is not too much!"

"???"

What he said, not only the Sorting Hat was stunned, but even Professor McGonagall couldn't help but look sideways, and looked at him carefully with the eyes of examining a prisoner.

Did I have an illusion 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?"

"." The voice of the hat choked suddenly.

Well, Irving has to admit, he just hit a one-hit kill.

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

The psychological quality of this hat is really bad!

However, if you think about it carefully, it has been used for more than 1000 years, and it is normal to have a little problem.

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

Clearly, Owen's words have touched its soul.

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

"Thank you for the compliment."

"This is not a compliment!" The Sorting Hat reprimanded hysterically!

Then there was a pause of more than ten seconds, "I originally thought that Slytherin would be an excellent place for you to show your talents."

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

"Well, Mr. Hat. What you said just now, can I sue you for discrimination?" Owen continued to challenge the bottom line of the Sorting Hat.His expression was as usual, and his eyes shifted to the direction of the long table in Slytherin, "Does it mean that if you enter Slytherin House, you will definitely become a dark wizard?"

"Not all of the prisoners in Azkaban are wizards from Slytherin."

"As far as I know, there's still a Gryffindor."

"Er—do you really have the mind of the four founders?"

"Just now you discriminated against the entire Slytherin house!"

"Does Salazar know?"

"In your mind, there won't be four villains fighting!"

"Uh--Mr. Hat? Mr. Hat? Why aren't you talking?"

"Could it be broken again?"

"Hey! Let me tell you, it has been used for more than 1000 years, so there must be something wrong with it!"

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

Just listen to that urgent voice, mixed with a little anger: "Quick! Get me off the head of this little brat!"