Chapter 127 Sorting Ceremony

As the sales witch on the train passed by pushing a trolley, the little wizards in the carriage ate the snacks they bought and chatted for a while, and the atmosphere gradually became calm.

Neville was getting under the table to catch his toad, and the toad that was obsessed with running away jumped under the table while he was unpacking the chocolate frog. Luna was always reading her copy of "The Quibbler", the large magazine

Her face was completely covered, and only the top of her head with disheveled hair was exposed. Ginny looked at the wilderness outside the car window with her chin in boredom.

Owen leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and gently stroked Melete's head, forgetting the petty matter between the Weasley family and Voldemort. He didn't have the leisure time to meddle in other matters, such as his grudges with Voldemort.

It was evened out back and forth last semester, so Dumbledore can just let Dumbledore worry about the rest... Well, I hope he can worry about it for a while longer.

Of course, it is also fun to have fun while ensuring your own safety.

Owen suddenly frowned. He always felt that he seemed to have overlooked something...

The carriage door was suddenly pushed open, and Draco walked in with his chin raised arrogantly. When he saw Owen sitting here, his face suddenly returned to normal: "Owen, have you seen Harry? We almost...

I searched the whole train and couldn't find him."

Owen blinked. Oh, so he forgot about Harry. That's okay.

"I haven't seen him today either." He said calmly.

"Did he miss the train?" Draco couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. "Maybe he is really capable of doing such stupid things. You know, sometimes he has no brain..."

After finishing speaking, he glanced condescendingly at the other people in the carriage, his eyes directly skipping Neville and wandering over Luna's weird dress and Ginny's iconic red hair. He curled his lips, but he didn't

He didn't speak sarcastically. The year he spent with Harry taught him to restrain himself a little, but only a little.

In the middle of the teacher's chair, Dumbledore was sitting on a chair with a smile, his silver-white beard and half-moon glasses shining brightly in the candlelight. He glanced at the Slytherin table, and then suddenly sat up straight.

, began to whisper to Snape who was sitting next to him.

"I'm not late!" Harry said angrily, as if he was very angry. "When I got outside the platform, it was still a quarter of an hour before the train left, but I was the only one who couldn't get through the platform partition!"

"Professor Snape said they didn't receive the letter from Hedwig, and only a grumpy owl flew over. I have no way to prove that I was not late." Harry gritted his teeth and said, "I know, it must be again.

That guy intercepted my letters and he always wanted me to never come back to Hogwarts!"

After the hat finished singing, Professor McGonagall read the list in her hand and called the timid little wizards to the front.

"As far as I know, the Potter family does not have the ability to talk to snakes." Owen said in a leisurely tone. "Of course, it is not ruled out that they have been secretly inheriting this ability, but this possibility is not high. After all, all pure

The blood family is more or less related to each other, and even I have some blood from the Potter family, but no one from other families has gained this ability from their blood..."

At the end of the sorting ceremony, Professor McGonagall put away the sorting hat and walked aside. Dumbledore stood up with a smile on his face and said in a loud voice: "Welcome our new students! And our old students, welcome back! Now you probably also

If you are not in the mood to listen to my speech, then let’s start our banquet directly!”

Harry was still wearing the Muggle T-shirt and jeans, with a bruise on his face. Facing everyone's doubtful and curious eyes, he sat next to Owen with a depressed and embarrassed look on his face.

"What horse?" Draco looked at Owen suspiciously, then at Blaise, then at Crabbe and Goyle. The two big men shook their heads like rattles. He felt that he had been tricked.

It wasn't until the sorting ceremony was coming to an end that Ginny quickly ran up when her name was called. The sorting hat was placed on her head and she was silent for a long time, and finally shouted: "Slytherin!"

Owen's words succeeded in making Harry feel even more depressed, and he even lost his energy to cook.

The students sitting at the long table were silent for a moment, and then they started talking in low voices. The buzzing sound was like a thousand bees stuffed into the auditorium. The smiles on the faces of Ginny's brothers froze, and their expressions changed.

Unbelievable.

Snape's gloomy and empty eyes also looked here, and his brows furrowed tightly. He suddenly stood up and walked quickly to the Slytherin table.

Everyone in the carriage had already changed into their school uniforms and got off the train together with the crowd. Luna and Ginny went to Hagrid's side together. They would enter Hogwarts by boat. Neville walked towards him.

Gryffindor friends and Owen met Draco and the others and walked towards the more than a hundred carriages parked aside.

"These horses are really weird, aren't they?" Blaise looked at them and sighed, "I want to raise one too."

"Actually, Slytherin House is not bad." Finally, Ginny changed her words, covering her burning cheeks.

There was a burst of sparse applause in the auditorium. It was obvious that the students were skeptical about whether this man who seemed ready to jump up and run away at any moment could teach the course well.

Harry looked at them with a dull face, feeling that he could no longer keep these friends.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Peter Pettigrew thoughtfully, who was squeezing his hands with some flinching, and his eyes were wandering around restlessly, not noticing Dumbledore's eyes at all.

After sitting down, Owen turned his head and looked at the teacher's chair, which was already full of professors. The most elegantly dressed one was naturally Gilderoy Lockhart, who was wearing a bright aqua robe and a signature look on his face.

His shining smile looked like he was filming a toothpaste commercial at any time.

"What happened, Harry? Don't tell me that you missed the train." Draco said reservedly, "If that's the case, you'd better not tell others that I know you."

"I don't know, but if it's inherited through blood, my father should be the same, right?" Harry hesitated.

"Wow, this is a very rare talent." Owen showed an elegant and perfect smile, "Slytherin's remarkable characteristics are even mistaken by many people as the sign of a dark wizard. It seems that it can only be inherited through blood. So.

Come on, maybe you are a descendant of Slytherin."

"Just laugh if you want, don't hold it in. I know you're gloating..." Harry looked at him faintly.

Melete climbed up from his arms knowingly, arched her body and threw herself under the seat like an arrow from a string. She pressed Neville's toad with one front paw, and then plucked it to Naville like a ball of yarn.

Wei comes forward.

"We didn't find him on the train, Professor." Draco said, "We thought he might have missed the train..."

He slapped himself in the face and shook his head vigorously. How could he have such an idea? He felt sorry for his parents...

"Okay..." Harry muttered, "Actually, I found out that I am a Parselmouth... A python once told me that it had never been to Brazil." When he learned about Slytherin's life, and in

When he was searching for what Parselmouth was this summer, he remembered that he once talked to a python.

These carriages are pulled by a large group of thestrals. They look like skinny black horses, with heads like dragons and huge wings like bats. They look weird and mysterious.

Owen was also startled. He didn't think that just a few hours on the train could make Ginny Weasley make such a big change, even though she seemed to be less repulsive to Slytherin House than before. So.

Say...could something be wrong with her too?

Why does he have the feeling that Hogwarts is surrounded by Voldemort? Or is it simply that he thinks too much?

"Haha..." Not only Owen, but also Draco and Blaise slapped the table and laughed.

"Thestrals." Owen said, quickly getting on the carriage and sitting down in the carriage that was filled with a faint smell of musty and straw. "Only those who have witnessed death can see them."

He watched helplessly as several young wizards who were in a hurry passed through the partition wall between the ninth and tenth platforms, but he himself was bounced back again and again, and even his face was bruised.

In sharp contrast to him was a very short man sitting next to him, wearing a gray robe, with a pointed nose and watery eyes, the hair on his head was a little disheveled, and he was bald.

.He twisted his body uncomfortably, as if he wanted to hide himself under the table.

Ginny, who heard the implication, turned to glare at him. Draco sneered at her, turned around and walked away.

Sumptuous food appeared on the table, and Owen gracefully ate a grilled lamb chop. It was not until halfway through the banquet that Snape showed a sallow face, and Harry looked sluggish.

Entered the auditorium.

"I promise." Owen said enthusiastically.

After everyone sang the school song together, Dumbledore cleared his throat, stood up and said: "I am delighted to welcome two new teachers to join our lineup this semester. The first is Professor Peter, who will fill the role of Defense Against the Dark Arts

There are vacancies in art courses.”

Owen politely clapped his hands to express his welcome. He saw Draco frowning strangely and muttered something in a low voice amidst the not-so-warm applause. Judging from the shape of his mouth, it was probably "Why does the Sorting Hat send everyone to Slytherin?"

"Stop" and the like.

When he finally couldn't bear it anymore and told the truth that he was taking the train at Platform 9 and 3/4, the security guard sent him to the nearby police station with an understanding look. He could only stay in the police station, no matter what.

He didn't want to tell who his relatives were - he couldn't imagine what it would be like if the Dursleys knew that he had missed the train to school and could only wait in despair when they came to the police station to pick him up.

A situation.

"Isn't she from the Weasley family? Why is she here?" Harry asked Owen in a low voice. He also knew that the Weasley family had always been Gryffindors.

He watched thoughtfully as Ginny stood up from the stool with a surprised look on her face, glanced in the direction of the Gryffindor table with some confusion, then lowered her head and hurried to the Slytherin table.

Owen saw that the thin Colin Creevey was sorted into Gryffindor, with an excited smile on the boy's face.

"What's the problem?"

"By the way, why haven't you been wondering recently why someone manipulated the Sorting Hat and assigned you to this house?" Owen asked casually.

Owen watched in amusement as Harry fell into a messy state of war between heaven and man, silently drinking pumpkin juice and waiting for the banquet to end.

"Tsk, poor guy." Owen suppressed a smile.

"Thank you, Melete." Neville got up in disgrace and wanted to touch the little kitten's head, but was dodged arrogantly. Melete jumped back onto Owen's lap, contentedly.

He formed a ball by himself.

"Owen, why don't you get in the car?" Draco poked his head out of the car and asked, looking at Owen's actions with confusion on his face, thinking that this guy had finally gone crazy.

The atmosphere in the carriage became a little heavy, and they waited in silence. The carriage quickly started moving, speeding towards the castle at a fast speed, and finally stopped with a clanking sound beside the stone steps of the castle gate.

Owen and Blaise both looked at him with a half-smile. Did this guy forget that they could see the Thestral's movements?

Draco turned his head and looked away, his pale cheeks slightly reddened. He changed the subject and said, "Who have you seen die?"

"Then...it can't be my mother, right?" Harry was confused.

Owen gave her a funny look. Little girl, your thinking is too unstable, right?

"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes, please be prepared." The Hogwarts "extra slow" train has been running from morning to night, and is finally about to reach its destination.
To be continued...