I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 1 What a correct world of Harry Potter! (Seek to follow up)
Grandpa said: Life is like a box of multi-flavored beans, you never know what flavor the next one will be.

As a child, Irving shrugged it off.

Isn't it just multi-flavored beans, no matter how strange it is, what flavor can it have?
Until one day he ate a smelly foot-flavored bean
From then on, Owen refused all snacks from Zuko's Magic Joke Shop.

As for the multi-flavored beans in life, the taste he tasted was also different from 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 magical world that was quite 'correct'.

First of all, he had no gender in the dream - he could only barely tell that he was a boy based on his voice.

The second was met on the Hogwarts Express, with a lightning scar on his head-the Latino Harry.

And from Hermione, who has an excellent matching mechanism.

Ron is the only one in the trio who looks quite normal. Except for having long red hair, speaking softly, and following the Latino Harry all day long, looking like Ginny, the rest is pretty normal.

Hmm - normal.
What a normal ghost!
Guessing that he might be Owen who has traveled to a strange Harry Potter world, his heart is ashamed.

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

Therefore, Owen plans to follow closely behind the college professor, not to cause trouble or join the protagonist group.

Good good study day day up every day.

There are not many days left before the OWL exam in the first grade.

A full count of more than 300 days.

Excluding sleeping, eating, holidays and possible disasters, his study time at school should not exceed [-] days at most!
Four hundred days!
Rounding up, that is tomorrow!
Feeling the urgency?

Then hurry up and learn! (funny)

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But when Owen stepped into the gate of Hogwarts, what he saw and heard afterwards completely smashed his last thoughts.

Hogwarts, when will students be allowed to choose male and female dormitories?
Forget it, the little wizards in the school are colorful from black to red.

Faces from ancient gods to elves;

Identity from vampire to veela; (ps: You can have this.)
Gender is not divided into men and women, but is marked by letters, from A to Ω.

The huge Hogwarts castle is like a museum of humanoid creatures.

This was hard for Owen, a mere mortal, to accept.

In such a 'correct' world, he didn't hesitate at all, almost begging the Sorting Hat to sort himself into Slytherin house.

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

The ancestors all entered the country with William the Conqueror, and all of them came from the noble old London family.

If you dare to enter the toilet casually, Snape will beat you to death!

In this way, Owen finally found a clean paradise.

It's a pity that he is in such a world after all, where the trees want to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. No matter how he escapes, he will inevitably be involved in the "right" war that sweeps the entire UK and even European wizards.

At first, Owen relied on his foresight to increase the power of the Slytherins crazily.

The "anti-correct alliance" organization led by him - the Death Eaters, has almost swept across the entire UK and parts of Europe.

In its heyday, a single thought could influence the political situation of wizards in Europe.

But then, the defeat snowballed.

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

The heroic Dark Lord of a generation was defeated at the hands of the Latino Harry Potter, and Owen also died heroically in the Battle of Hogwarts, spilling his blood for his wrong cause.

Then, he woke up.

wake up.

It may also be crossed again.

Owen couldn't be sure.

Even at the age of five, he begged his grandfather to drive him to No. 4 Privet Drive in London overnight, and after confirming that Harry was not Latino, he still felt scared and had PTSD.

No way, who made that dream too real.

It seemed like he had really lived in that world.

The spell in memory has never been so clear, as if you can cast a spell successfully with a wave of your hand.

Then he actually cast the spell successfully - a very delicate petrification spell.

It was his grandfather's wand.

The wand left behind - when Owen was eight years old, his grandfather contracted dragon pox, which is an infectious disease similar to chickenpox, but the risk is much higher than chickenpox, and if the condition is severe, it can be fatal risks of.

Because of its contagious nature, Owen didn't even see his grandpa for the last time.

There was only a cold notification letter from St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital, announcing that his only relative in this world had quietly left.

When Owen heard the news, he only did one thing.

He took his own shovel, ran to Grandpa Rick's burial site late at night, and dug up his coffin slab.

His grandpa will die?
You are joking!

Do you know what my last name is, Sanchez?

Sanchez~
Owen Sanchez.

Grandpa Rick definitely left him and went on an adventure with Morty from other universes.

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

Too bad he didn't find the portal gun in the coffin.

Otherwise, this is definitely not just a Harry Potter story, it has to be a story of the heavens and worlds no matter what.

But what Owen had to face was that in his world, that spotless old man with gray hair, who often wore a black windbreaker and dressed himself like an English gentleman, had indeed completely disappeared from his life.

It's been three years since I left.

Owen is 11 years old this year.

It was August 1991. It was a Tuesday.

Heavy rain has blanketed the British Isles for a week.

A cold vortex from the Scottish Highlands continues to attack warm and humid moisture from the Atlantic Ocean.

A severe wind swept across London.

On the street, the flow of people was much less than normal.

The young Owen dragged his luggage by himself and took a taxi from the manor in the suburbs, and arrived at King's Cross Station after more than an hour's journey.

The station was particularly lively today, with many people wearing cloaks and fancy costumes appearing out of nowhere.

Owen followed behind them and easily found Platform Nine and Three Quarters connecting the station with the wizarding world.

"Oh! Don't worry about the child." Suddenly a strong red-haired woman in front of him attracted Owen's attention.

"You just keep going straight towards the ticket gate between platforms 9 and 10. Don't stop, don't be afraid, just go straight in. If you're nervous, you just run. Go. You go first, Ron follows you."

"Okay!" And beside her, stood a thin, sallow-skinned little boy who was obviously malnourished for a long time.

He was staring timidly at the wall not far away.

Harry Potter!

OMG!

So wrong, so white Harry Potter!

The dream has been devastated for a long time, now Owen is not used to seeing Harry like this
Um!And Ron—short hair, goofy looking, old clothes, no lace cuffs.

It was completely different from the guy in Owen's memory who would only follow Harry and shout: geigei.

　New book set sail.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)