Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 22 Your branch and my branch seem different?

As Owen flew over the Black Lake, he found Professor McGonagall waiting by the castle. He quickly flew over, and when she saw the headband on his head, she looked at him with concern: "Are you hungry?"

"It's alright."

"Then wait a moment. Dumbledore said you will also be attending the Sorting Ceremony."

"OK!"

Irving was genuinely looking forward to it. He also wanted to know which college the old man would assign him to. Actually, Irving wouldn't be surprised whichever college he was assigned to, and he would be happy to do so, because today, he finally had official student status.

In less than half an hour, all the first-year wizards had arrived. After Professor McGonagall's introduction, the young wizards were excited but also a little uneasy. Just then, a voice reached Owen's ears.

"Never go to Slytherin, it's full of dark wizards."

Owen turned his head with a serious expression and looked at the red-haired young wizard who was talking eloquently. He said, "Sir, it is not right to make such unwise remarks without evidence."

Ron was taken aback at first, and just as he was about to retort, Harry pulled him back. Just as he was about to apologize, Draco Malfoy jumped in again: "Look, the shameful Weasleys are at it again! Has your poverty caused your brains to degenerate?"

"Mr. Malfoy, such irresponsible sarcasm is also not gentlemanly behavior."

Irving didn't hold back either. This left not only Ron dumbfounded, but Draco was also speechless. Whose side was this guy on?

Seeing that they all remained silent, Owen turned his head back. The Sorting Ceremony was about to begin, but before that, he didn't want anyone to disturb his anticipation: "Ladies and gentlemen, it would be best if you kept quiet. The upcoming Sorting Ceremony is sacred and solemn. It will determine which house you will study and live in for the next seven years."

At this point, he turned to look at Ron: "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is composed of four houses, each named after one of its four founders. Slytherin and Gryffindor are the closest comrades and friends; they can entrust their backs to each other. Ravenclaw's intelligence and Hufflepuff's diligence are just the most insignificant shining points in them. As for the rest, you will have to find them yourselves."

Handsome!

So cool!

In the eyes of the young wizards, Owen at this moment was so handsome that he seemed to be glowing!

After the argument was paused, Professor McGonagall reappeared: "Ladies and gentlemen, please line up to enter."

Owen originally wanted to go first, but Professor McGonagall reached out and pulled him back, so he had to go in last.

In the auditorium, everything was ready. Professor McGonagall, holding the list, began calling out names one by one, and then proceeded with the sorting.

"Hannah Abbott".

Before going on stage, the little witch glanced back. When she saw Owen's encouraging smile, she blushed and ran forward, the Sorting Hat barely touching her head, and shouted, "Hufflepuff!"

"Whoosh!!"

Applause rang out at the Hufflepuff table, and the little witch excitedly ran over, found an empty seat, and watched the Sorting Ceremony take place.

As expected, Harry Potter was sorted into Gryffindor, and Hermione and Ron followed. However, when Ron saw a good spot that was empty and was about to sit down, the wizard next to him stopped him: "This is not your spot."

Ron was taken aback at first, then asked, "Is someone there?"

The other person smiled at him and said, "Take a close look. The same seat in every branch is empty, and there's only one person who can sit there, and that's..."

"Owen Carrot!"

After Professor McGonagall called out the last name, a loud cheer erupted from the long tables of the four houses, as if the loudest house would be the one Owen would be assigned to. Even Slytherin was not surprised.

Draco, sitting in his seat, looked completely bewildered. Like Ron, he wanted to sit in the only empty seat, but was stopped and told bluntly that it was Owen's reserved seat.

Which house Kyrie Irving will be assigned to is more anticipated than where the Savior will be assigned.

Owen himself was quite looking forward to it. He walked over and was about to sit down when Professor McGonagall put the Sorting Hat on his head, then removed the chair. She went back to the long table where the professors were, waiting for dinner to begin.

Kyrie Irving was dumbfounded. What did this mean?

"Long time no see, dear Irving."

"Long time no see, Mr. Old Hat."

"Haha, I really like you so much! You must have noticed, right? The songs I sang before were based on arrangements you provided!"

Irving was a little embarrassed. Before, he thought it was too noisy, so he used earplugs to listen, and therefore didn't hear what the old man was singing at all.

Aren't you going to announce my branch school?

"No, dear Owen, your Sorting House is Hogwarts. As for the Sorting House, it will start with Slytherin, then Gryffindor in half a month, then Ravenclaw, and finally Hufflepuff. You will stay in each house for a full seventeen days."

Why is it like this again?

Owen sighed, waved his hand, and his robes transformed into Slytherin's green with silver trim. Then, wearing the Sorting Hat, he sat down at the Slytherin table, and Slytherin erupted in a huge cheer!

"Ding ding ding!"

Dumbledore tapped his cup, then announced loudly, "Mr. Owen doesn't have a Sorting House, so he'll rotate through the four houses, starting with Slytherin. Well then, that concludes the Sorting Ceremony. Please enjoy your dinner!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dinner was served.

As always, the food for everyone else is completely different from the food for Irving!

Rice, tofu soup, braised pork ribs, braised sea cucumber with scallions, braised chicken pieces, and to Kyrie Irving’s surprise, there was even a plate of garlic sprouts and cured pork!

A standard four dishes and one soup, a bite of hot rice and soup while it's still hot is both warming to the stomach and heart!

He ate with gusto, but the first and second graders at the table, who had never seen Irving before, were completely dumbfounded: Wait, who is this guy? Why does he have such a high status? We're all students, so why does he have such a special position?

Then, early the next morning, the first and second-year wizards of Slytherin, especially the first-year students, finally found out.

Early morning runs had become an unspoken rule at Slytherin, and this habit didn't stop after Irving left. Regardless of grade, everyone would consciously abide by it.

Instead of Owen, she became the prefect during magic practice after the morning run. Now that Owen is back, so...

"Should we still learn boxing?"

Seeing Owen sending tree bark flying everywhere, Draco and the little snakes who came with him felt incredibly uneasy!

"No, that was Owen's personal practice..." The prefect in charge of instructing the first-year students looked at the new Slytherins and said seriously, "Slytherin's glory is not based on your or anyone else's family background, but on our current performance. After the final exams each semester, there will be an internal Sorting Tournament to determine who is the true year's number one!"

Upon hearing this, the little snakes instantly woke up!

But when their gaze fell on Irving, their momentum vanished, and the prefect chuckled, "Irving is the referee."

That's good……