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

As a child, Owen was unimpressed.

Isn't it just a multi-flavored bean, no matter how strange it is, what kind of flavor can it have?

Until one day he ate a stinky foot flavored multi-flavored bean...

From then on, Owen refused all snacks at Jokowi's Magic Joke Shop.

...

As for the multi-flavored beans of life, the taste he tasted was not the same as 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 didn't even have a gender in the dream - he could only barely tell that he was about a boy based on his voice.

The second is met on the Hogwarts Express, with a lightning scar on his head - Harry Latina -

and Hermione, who has an excellent matchmaking mechanic.

Ron looked quite normal in the trio, except for his long fiery red hair, soft speech, and following Latino Harry all day long, looking like Ginny, the rest was quite normal.

Hmmm - normal...

...

Normal ghosts!

Guessing that he may have traveled to some strange Harry Potter world, Owen's heart is like ashes.

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

Therefore, Owen plans to follow closely behind the professor of the academy, not to cause trouble, and not to follow 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 is more than 1,300 days.

Excluding sleep, food, holidays, and possible disasters, he spent no more than four hundred days in school!

Four hundred days!

Round it off, and that's tomorrow!

Feeling the urgency?

Then don't hurry up and learn! (funny)

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But when Owen stepped into the doors of Hogwarts, what he saw and heard after that completely shattered his last days.

At Hogwarts, when were students allowed to choose their own dormitories?

That's it, the little wizard of the school, from black to red, colorful colors.

Faces range from ancient gods to elves;

The identity ranges from vampire to meiwa; (PS: This can be had.) ）

Genders are also not gendered, but are marked by letters, from A to Ω.

Hogwarts Castle is a huge museum of humanoid creatures.

This was hard for the mere mortal Owen to accept.

In such a 'right' world, he didn't hesitate in the slightest, almost begging the Sorting Hat to get him into Slytherin.

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

The ancestors all followed William the Conqueror into the customs, and each of them was born in the noble old London Zhengmi banner.

If you dare to go into 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, in such a world, the tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, no matter how he escapes, he will inevitably be involved in the 'right' war that swept the whole of Britain and even Europe.

At first, Owen used his prescience to increase the power of the Slytherins in a frenzied way.

The Death Eaters, the 'anti-correct coalition' group led by him, swept almost all of Britain and parts of Europe.

When you win, you can influence the wizarding politics in Europe with a single thought.

But then, snobbery snowballed.

In the end, they lost to the 'despicable transgender organization' Order of the Phoenix.

A generation of heroic Dark Lords was defeated at the hands of Latino Harry Potter, and Owen also died heroically in the Battle of Hogwarts, shedding his blood on his erroneous cause.

Then he woke up.

I woke up from a dream.

Or maybe it's crossed over again.

Owen couldn't be convinced.

Even though he begged his grandfather to drive him to 4 Privet Road in London overnight, after making sure that Harry was not Latino, he was still scared and had PTSD.

No way, who made that dream too real.

It was as if he had really lived in that world for a lifetime.

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

And then he actually did it—a subtle petrification spell.

It was his grandfather's wand.

The wand left behind - When Owen was eight years old, his grandfather contracted dragon pox, an infection similar to chickenpox, but with a much higher risk than chickenpox, and if the disease was severe, it would be fatal.

Because of its contagiousness, Owen didn't even get to see his grandfather for the last time.

There was only a cold letter from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, announcing the quiet departure of his only loved one in the world.

And Owen, who learned the news, only did one thing.

He took his shovel and ran to Grandpa Rick's burial site late at night to dig up the board of his coffin.

...

Will his grandfather die?

You're kidding!

Do you know what Lao Tzu's surname is, Sanchez!

Sanchez~

Owen Sanchez.

Grandpa Rick definitely left him behind and went on an adventure with Morty from another universe.

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

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

Otherwise, this is not simply a Harry Potter story, no matter what, it must be the heavens and all the worlds.

But what Owen had to face was that in his world, the old man with spotless, gray hair, often wearing a black trench coat, and dressing himself like a British gentleman had indeed completely disappeared from his life.

It's three years to go.

And this year Owen is eleven years old.

...

It was a Tuesday in August 1991.

Heavy rain has been enveloping the British Isles for a week.

Cold vortices from the Scottish Highlands continue to attack warm, moist water vapor from the Atlantic.

A cold wind swept across London.

On the streets, there are also much less people than normal.

Young Owen took a taxi from his suburban estate to King's Cross Station after a little more than an hour of hauling his luggage.

Today's station is particularly lively, and many people wearing cloaks and strange costumes have appeared out of nowhere.

Owen followed behind them, easily finding the nine-and-three-quarter platform that connected the station to the wizarding world.

"Oh! Don't worry about the kids. Suddenly, a muscular red-haired woman caught Owen's attention.

"You just have to go straight to the ticket gate between platforms 9 and 10. Don't stop, don't be afraid, just rush in. If you're nervous, you can trot. Let's go. You go first, Ron follows you. ”

"Okay!" And beside her, there stood a small, sallow-skinned little boy who knew 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 mistake, what a white Harry Potter!

It's been a long time since I've been devastated in my dreams, and now Owen looks at Harry like this, and he's a little unaccustomed to it...

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

It's very different from the guy Owen remembered who would only shout "geigei" from behind Harry.