A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 4 The Slytherins
Unexpectedly, one day, Harry Potter would be able to chat with Draco Malfoy calmly.

"He's a bit of a sensationalist, isn't he?" Draco Malfoy sat on the other side of Harry, pointing to Dumbledore on the teacher's bench.His gray eyes looked up and down Harry's face, and there was an expression of exaggerated displeasure on his pale cheeks.

"My father has always disliked such a lunatic as the headmaster of Hogwarts. It is easy to spoil children. I agree with this." Malfoy raised his chin proudly, and said in a slow tone, "I'm Draco Malfoy, and my father is a member of the board of directors of Hogwarts. I can help you in many places."

Draco Malfoy held out his palm to Harry, and said with a reserved expression: "You will never regret being my friend. Sorting you into Slytherin is definitely the most correct decision it has ever made, haha Leigh Potter, you were born to be a noble and great Slytherin."

Harry was frantically stuffing steak into his mouth, looking at him with dull eyes, and shook hands with him uncomfortably after a while.Malfoy's arrogant posture and remarks made him instinctively repel him, but since he was a classmate of the same college, he just grinned awkwardly.

"Look over there, those reckless and arrogant guys in Gryffindor are always delusional to be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with us. It's a smart decision for you not to hang out with those dubious people." Malfoy didn't notice With the resistance on Harry's face, he said to himself.

"By the way, these are Crabbe and Goyle, you can order them as much as you want...they are very strong and good at doing rough jobs." Malfoy said, "Of course, if it is a problem that requires brains, you'd better Find me."

Hearing this, Owen suppressed a smile. Malfoy must be eagerly sharing his little friend with Harry, but it's a pity that he can't speak human words, and he doesn't know that such words will only make the other party more disgusted.Tsk tsk, the road to making friends is long and difficult.

Seeing Owen's suppressed smile, Malfoy looked at him with his head, and said in a long voice, "What are you laughing at, Shafik? I don't think what I said is funny."

"No, you continue." Owen raised the juice in his hand to him, ignored Harry's eyes asking for help, and continued to eat melon with relish.He felt that Harry was very much like a husky mixed with a pack of wolves, that out of place and confused demeanor was really interesting.

"Hmph." Malfoy snorted and continued talking to Harry, "I heard you've been living with hideous Muggles before? Daddy said those Muggles were dirty, stupid, and mean-spirited. You It’s best to learn a few curses to deal with them, don’t worry about the Ministry of Magic getting into trouble with you, I can ask my dad to say hello to the Ministry of Magic.”

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched, Dudley's face flashed through his mind, and he thought it was quite hideous.But why did Malfoy's words make him feel so uncomfortable?
"Sorry, Malfoy. Would you like some steak?" to gag you.

"I allow you to call me by my first name, Harry Potter." Malfoy raised his chin.

"Okay, D... Draco, don't you really want some steak?"

"It's such a terrible food, it's not as good as my home...Okay, I want this steak, Harry."

……

Owen swallowed the last piece of lamb chops in his mouth. The taste was not bad, but of course it couldn't compare to the rich and colorful flavors of the big foodie empire in his previous life.While thinking about the spicy chicken, braised pork, and fried pork with chili that he taught his house-elf to make, he ate a little more sausage with a big appetite.

He didn't like talking while eating, he just looked at the classmates around him calmly, and nodded to a few acquaintances at the same time.

They also came from pure-blood 28 families, except for the pure-blood traitor families represented by Weasley who were generally excluded, most people like Owen and Malfoy knew each other.After all, all pure-blood families have distant or near kinship, plus social and business contacts, they have the opportunity to meet on many occasions.

But it's only limited to acquaintance, you can't expect Owen to mix with these little kids, especially many of them have been spoiled by their families.

However, because Owen was too lazy to make friends with children, he was almost mistaken by his parents for being socially impaired.Under the class oppression of his father, Mr. Albert Shafik, Owen had to make a few friends.

For example, Daphne Greengrass, as the eldest daughter of the family, has a precocious personality and is not noisy; Blaise Zabini, whose mothers are friends, is also the only one who will seriously appreciate Owen's magic performances and even want to learn.

In addition, Owen's mother, Ms. Adeline Shafik, came from the Rozier family. There are two unreliable cousins ​​who always want to pull him to steal the dark magic items hidden in the player... …Hopefully they live to adulthood.

"Owen, do you know who the teacher was talking to Professor Quirrell?" Harry turned his head to interrupt Owen's distraction, and said with a slight frown, "I feel like he doesn't like me."

"That's Professor Snape, the head of our college, who teaches Potions..." Owen was interrupted by Malfoy in the middle of his words.

"You can ask me about this kind of thing, my father has a very good relationship with him." Malfoy said to Harry proudly, "Professor Snape has always been like that, but he has always been very optimistic about me, always with my father Privately praised me for my talent in Potions. Of course, I'm sure he will be delighted to see you in his house..."

"What's the matter with this feeling of fighting for favor?" Owen shook his head amusedly, clearing out the cranky thoughts in his mind.

The staple food on the dinner plate disappeared, replaced by a variety of desserts.Owen ate a small piece of strawberry pudding, picked up a white napkin and wiped his mouth carefully.

The conversation around became lively. Maybe everyone thought it was impolite to socialize while hungry, so the dessert time became the students' favorite time to socialize.

Harry, who was sitting next to Owen, became the focus of everyone's attention. The prefect Gemma Farley stood up solemnly and shook hands with Harry, with an excited and cautious expression, as if facing the inspection of the leader: "Potter, Welcome to Slytherin, our house has won the House Cup for six consecutive years, and I believe this year will be no exception... I mean, you will definitely go to glory here!"

And Pansy Parkinson, she fiddled with her straight short black hair a little nervously, and rarely restrained her arrogant and arrogant character a little bit, with a slight blush on her pretty face, she shook hands with Harry with a reserved expression. shake hands.

"Tsk, doesn't she always like to follow Malfoy?" Owen folded the tissue in his hand with his slender fingers amusedly.I think Pansy was a girl with a good personality back then, until she became Malfoy's little fan girl, her personality became closer and closer to Malfoy.

Glancing at Malfoy, there was a proud expression on the guy's pale cheeks, making it hard for Owen to guess his inner state of mind.

Owen stuffed the tissue in his hand, and smoothly and naturally hid it in his cuff, and a white rose appeared in his hand instead, but the petals looked wilted.

Casually inserting the white rose into the glass at hand, Owen pushed it to the front right of him.A white and slender hand stretched out and pinched the white rose in it very naturally.

"Oh, it's dying," said Daphne Greengrass, smiling.She blinked her beautiful blue eyes, and her long golden hair hung down softly beside her white milk-like cheeks. Her beautiful cheeks combined with her dignified and generous temperament made her look like a princess who came out of an oil painting.

"After all, it's been a whole day." Owen chuckled.He picked it at the estate this morning.

Daphne put the flowers back into the cup, looked at the popular Harry with her chin in one hand, and whispered: "I didn't expect him to be assigned to our college. Seriously, do you feel a little uneasy? Is it true? Will it represent the rise of a new Dark Lord?"

"I don't think he is the material to be the Dark Lord." Owen turned the knife in his hand out of the afterimage.

"Owen, I want to learn this!" The dark brown Blaise Zabini leaned his head from a distance, staring straight at the table knife in Owen's hand.

"That's dangerous." Daphne disapproved.

"Oh, I don't think it's okay." Blaise glanced at her and said coldly.

This guy has always looked arrogant and cold in front of unfamiliar people, but once you get to know him well, you will find that he is essentially an unreliable funny guy.

"Here." Owen grabbed the spinning knife in his hand, handed the handle to Blaise, and gave sincere advice, "You'd better practice with other things first, don't always think about playing some exciting things s things……"

But he was too late to remind, Blaise turned the knife strangely, and cut his middle finger as expected.

"But that's too boring." He sucked his bloody finger indifferently, but his eyes were bright, "I found a good thing in Guli Weird Magic and Trick Store a few days ago... Oops! I put It was forgotten at home!" He said, shrinking his head back.

Owen spread his hands indifferently, staring blankly at the plate in front of him, and began to study his own thinking space in his mind.

(End of this chapter)