As Hagrid knocked on the door.

The next moment, the gate immediately opened, and a tall black-haired witch in an emerald green robe stood in front of it.

"Thank you, Hagrid, for leaving it to me to pick you up here." The witch looked serious and nodded slightly at Hagrid.

"Of course, Professor McGonagall." Hagrid said.

Then the young wizards followed Professor McGonagall one by one, and after passing through a tall hall, they walked straight into what looked like a synagogue.

Harry and Ron craned their necks and looked around intently. And Hermione wasn't showing off to anyone else what she knew about candles from the books.

She hadn't taken her eyes off Owen from the time she got off the train until now.

If it weren't for the anger in those eyes, some narcissist would have thought that the witch had taken a fancy to him.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." As the group walked into the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall began to introduce the four Hogwarts houses and the rules of the Sorting House.

Walking into the auditorium, Owen felt like going home.

Look—the ghosts he was familiar with.

Oh — it's all normal professors.

Lo and behold—the little wizards were all in good spirits, especially the disgusted, disgusted, and proud glances that came from time to time at the Slytherin table.

Oh, my God! Owen loves them to death.

That's the smell.

Hiss~

He only felt a burst of Su Shuang spreading from the top of his head to his toes, and it felt like a thirst for liquid nitrogen in the middle of summer, and then burrowed into the refrigerator. (PS: Children must not learn, the protagonist can cross, you are sure to be cool.) ）

What a normal Hogwarts!

I felt like I was going to cry.

"Mr. Sanchez!" Professor McGonagall, who was talking to the young wizards about the House Cup, was suddenly caught by a child with tears in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you, are you not feeling well?" The unknown professor asked with concern.

"No, Professor." Owen wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said with a sob: "I'm a little excited to come to Hogwarts to go to school, I'm glad to meet you." ”

Oh, my God!

What a pure child!

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

Professor McGonagall's eyes flashed with affection.

If this kid can come to Gryffindor...

As he spoke, the professor couldn't help but glance in the direction of his academy's long table, where the two red-haired twins stood out in the crowd.

Look, my academy is a bit of a troublemaker.

"You don't have to be upset." Professor McGonagall's heart of pity rose, and she walked in and rubbed Owen's head, her serious expression gradually melting, "I believe you will have a happy life in the future." ”

"Hmm!"

Owen nodded cooperatively.

Happy.

Of course, he will have a very happy life in the future.

Hey.

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

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

"Whoever I call by name now puts on his hat and sits on a stool and waits for the Sorting House." She said, "Hannah Abbott! ”

Hearing this, a little girl with a ruddy face and two blonde braids stumbled out of the queue and sat down with her sorting hat on top of her head.

"Hufflepuff!" Almost as soon as it was touched on the top of his head, the Sorting Hat gave the result.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Teribout!" Professor McGonagall continued.

"Ravenclaw!"

The second table on the left clapped their hands, and when Terry joined them, several Ravenclaw students stood up and shook his hand.

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

Cheeks flushed.

It was one of the few times he had a scourge of conscience.

Ruthlessly, Owen lowered his head, stepped forward with ease, sat down in a chair, and put the dirty hat on top of his head.

Then a small voice rang in his ears.

"Oh! Another troublesome little guy. "The Sorting Hat's singing-like tone is unique.

It seems to have a calming effect.

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

"You can see that you are very talented in magic, you are ambitious, and you are very smart. Have enough courage. ”

"Several colleges are a good fit."

"So-"

"Newmengard!" Owen screamed in his heart.

Azkaban or something, I went to be acquaintances, so I'm embarrassed...

"Huh?" The hat paused for about half a minute, and then whimpered, "Child, how can you have such an idea?" Do you know what place Nümongaard is? ”

"Yes, like Azkaban, for dark wizards." He said.

"So- as the Sorting Hat of Hogwarts, how could I put you in that kind of place?" The Sorting Hat questioned with some anger.

"Ahem-Mr. Hat, is there a possibility, I mean, the wizards of Azkaban are all Hogwarts graduates! So let's briefly deduce that Azkaban is the Fifth House of Hogwarts, which is not too much! ”

“？？？”

Not only was the Sorting Hat stunned, but even Professor McGonagall, who was on the side, couldn't help but look sideways at him, looking at him carefully with the eyes of the prisoner.

Did I just have some delusion that this child would be an obedient and well-behaved child?

For the first time, Professor McGonagall doubted her ability to read people.

"Oh my God! How did you come to such a conclusion? Merlin's beard, I can't imagine how your parents introduced you to the wizarding world. The Sorting Hat let out a high-pitched exclamation.

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

The hat's voice choked violently.

Well, Owen had to admit that he had just landed a duel.

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

The psychological quality of this hat is really poor!

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

"I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with that." The hat almost roared the words.

Clearly, Owen's words had touched on its soul.

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

"Thanks for the compliment."

"I'm not complimenting you!" The Sorting Hat rebuked hysterically!

Then there was another pause of ten seconds, "I thought Slytherin would be the best place for you to show off your talent. ”

"But for now, I'm responsible for your future, Slytherin isn't for you."

"Hmm... That Mr. Hat. What you just said, can I sue you for discrimination? Owen continued to challenge the Sorting Hat's line. His face remained the same, and his gaze shifted to the direction of the Slytherin table, "Is it true that if you enter Slytherin House, you will definitely become a dark wizard?" ”

"The Azkabans aren't all Slytherin-born wizards, either."

"As far as I know, there's no more Gryffindor."

"Uh—do you really have the mindset of the four founders?"

"You just discriminated against the entire Slytherin house!"

"Does Salazar know?"

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

"Hmm-Mr. Hat? Mr. Hat? Why don't you speak? ”

"Is it broken again?"

"Hey! I'll just say, it's been used for more than a thousand years, and there must be a little bit of a problem! ”

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

I only heard that the urgent voice, mixed with a little anger, said: "Quick! Get me off the top of this little ghost's head! ”