In the auditorium, the high walls reached the ceiling, candles floated in midair, and the enchanted ceiling reflected the sky outside.

An orange-red light filled the hall.

Shine on everyone.

But they didn't feel warm.

Instead, the entire auditorium, from the young wizards to the professors, even the ghosts floating in the air, fell into a deathly silence.

...

Capable of driving the Sorting Hat insane.

Owen is said to be unprecedented.

His conversation with the hat drew the attention of all the professors and wizards present.

Deans of the three faculties.

The school staff, including Headmaster Dumbledore, also looked sideways at him.

It's just that the original smile on the old principal's face is converging.

The atmosphere suddenly became serious.

Dumbledore stared at Owen.

He could not care about most of the little one's words.

Little kids - no mouth, it's not a big deal.

He'd even seen a Muggle-born wizard whose first reaction at the sight of the Sorting Hat was to grab it and reach for it.

Because they think there will be a rabbit in the hat.

But there were some words that he had to take seriously as an Englishman, as a headmaster, as a teacher, as a Hogwarts native.

That's why the professors and the ghosts are angry.

That is, Owen seems to be questioning Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

What he said - it was as if Hogwarts was an evil place that specialized in the training of dark wizards.

"Mr. Sanchez."

The old headmaster got up slowly and said, "I must correct your opinion. ”

"It's a personal choice of who you want to be."

"The environment can affect a person, but it cannot determine a person."

Behind the guest of honor, Dumbledore, dressed in purple robes and standing in front of a large golden chair, whispered oppressively.

The principal with this appearance is estimated to be worried in the bottom of his heart when anyone sees it.

However, Owen will never be in the same row again.

He knew Dumbledore too well.

For a week, most of his energy was spent studying the greatest wizard of all. Owen clearly knows what the bottom line is for Dumbledore, as the headmaster.

Even if he dropped out of school in the fifth grade, he was in the middle of the Death Eaters in the sixth grade.

Dumbledore still didn't kill him.

Maybe the old headmaster didn't think he was hopeless.

However, it is more likely that Albus has a better life for the purpose of the week!

After all, Ms. Albus, who was born in the Fertile Plains and is upright, warm, kind and gentle, is a standard five-good girl...

"But—Headmaster." Owen is possessed by the bar, but he doesn't bow his head, and he has to continue to bloom on the bar.

"I don't think you're right, it's like a potion that grows in a crater can't stand the cold. Just as the potion that grows in the glacier can't stand the heat, one can't ignore the environment in which he lives. The impact of the environment on people is continuous and deep-rooted. ”

"It's like if a person stays in a damp place for a long time, there will be problems with the bones. You say no. ”

Owen struck Dumbledore with a heart-piercing blow.

The damage is unknown, but the corners of Old Deng's mouth did twitch slightly.

Well!

You'd better be talking about what's in front of you, lad.

"Nobody stays in a damp place all the time." Dumbledore's gaze focused further on Owen.

"Unless it's forced." Owen continued.

"Mr. Sanchez." Dumbledore gestured to the rest of the guest of honor waiting for the young wizards of the Sorting House. "I don't know what your prejudice against Hogwarts is, but it's clear that everyone is hungry."

"Minerva, put the hat back on Mr. Sanchez's head."

With that, Professor McGonagall grabbed the Sorting Cap and put it over his head without waiting for Owen to continue to pout.

When the Sorting Hat was put back on Owen's head, there was a buzz in the cafeteria, like the hissing of flames.

Many young wizards craned their necks to see what he looked like. For a moment, Owen was even more eye-catching than Harry Potter.

"Alright! Stinky boy. Since you know Hogwarts so well, you think you're a good fit for that house. The Sorting Hat was like a deflated balloon over his head, and he said listlessly.

"Well—I've been good since I was a child, and I don't share sin with sin!"

"Really?" The hat giggled suddenly. It's like I've heard some kind of funny story.

"In that case, that's what you want."

"Hufflepuff!"

Owen heard the hat call out the name to the entire dining room, and then his head lightened, and he walked wryly towards the Hufflepuff table under Professor McGonagall's serious gaze.

This result was a surprise to everyone.

The future red-haired twins, who did not want to be named, had discussed the matter, and they thought that Owen should go to Gryffindor because no one was more daring than him.

As the head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief.

And began to sympathize with Professor Pomona Sprout.

"Hi there, my name is Owen, Owen Sanchez."

"Hmm~ Hello, I'm Hufflepuff prefect, Gabriel Truman."

The Hufflepuff prefect, with a round face, glasses, and shaggy hair, even if he looked at Owen with a little indifference, it couldn't hide his good old man temperament engraved in his bones.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Owen shook his hand. Then he began to make the most of his verbal abilities, "I heard that Hufflepuff students are the best friends. ”

"I'm honored to be a part of it."

"Hopefully you'll fit in." Gabriel Truman said with a sense of confidence.

With that, he turned and returned to his seat.

He had no idea that Irving would be sorted into Hufflepuff.

Shouldn't the wizard who dared to drive the Sorting Hat crazy at the opening ceremony to go to Gryffindor?

Or Ravenclaw.

At least he couldn't think of a way to drive the Sorting Hat insane.

Look at the lonely back of this Hufflepuff prefect. The corners of Owen's mouth rose slightly, and three words of indifference were written all over his face.

He didn't care which house he was sorted into.

All Owen needs is to grow up as soon as possible.

He has no shortage of spells, combat skills, and ancient secrets.

Even if he entered another academy, it didn't seem to affect his future plans.

And getting into Hufflepuff was part of his plans.

It's a dream that someone can't forget.

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On the other side, the sorting ceremony continued.

The others, the young wizards destined to leave a name in the history of magic, had entered their academy as in the original.

And Harry.

Because of Owen's involvement on the train, Draco did not have a conflict with him.

Ron didn't have time to complain to him about how bad Slytherin was.

But he still chose Gryffindor.

Owen guessed that he was influenced by Ron and Hermione, who were sorted into Gryffindor before him.

Nothing has changed.

The opening ceremony is officially over.