Crumple-Horned-Snorkack（novel）
written by Yi
As you may know, there is no Crumple-Horned-Snorkack in the wizarding world. So I create one. (Irregular update）
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
3
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337
Born noble
Chapter 1
1-1
I didn't know magic, but I wanted to learn magic, so I applied for the fast mantra course
It was a not so cold night, I huddled in the corner of the living room and secretly looked at The story of art. In fact, I didn't know anything, but I always thought that I was a little different, so I immersed myself in ancient Egyptian art alone, more elegant than nothing.
But I already knew what was going on. I just relied on myself to have a little independent thought and emotion, and I always wanted to find out or prove something. However, this is really just a kind of pride. I am just an ordinary squib
, but I always keep a little unrealistic fantasy. In the end, it is only a joke in the society and a laughing stock for the elite.
But people can't always get what they want.
So I saw a letter on my wooden desk. Written in black ink, it is a kind of long and thin but not losing the strength of the fancy type.
"We regret to inform you that because you do not have magic ability, we could not provide you with magic education opportunities. However, after discussion with Edgar Fremont, the current headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he is willing to provide you with Hogwarts School courses, but only for non practical (theoretical courses). For other operational courses, we are willing to provide you with quick learning Mantra guide tutorial, help you to cast some basic magic is not difficult, which may help you understand learning
Yours faithfully, Irovita Hopkirk
Department of Magic Education”
Repressing the great joy in my heart, I went over and over the letter. Not being able to take practical courses doesn't make a big difference; At any rate, I should be able to learn something about magic.
But after all, I am 17 years old, not very good-looking, tall, very thin, almost no muscle, and I need to take classes with a group of children about 11, but maybe children are not sarcastic, they may think the world as innocent as themselves, they look at me with a little doubt at best, maybe they think I am their teaching assistant (after all, I only need theoretical courses, with a little effort, I must be able to learn very well). But what about in the meeting room, maybe I can make friends with the students of grade seven, perhaps they will get along with me, but it is tacit understanding, I could not become real friends with them-------
"Elder brother, have a meal" crisp and great voice, of course, is my sister, one whose second grade spell exam took 113 points , she is shouting downstairs, as if I was not only a squib but deaf, .
Although my parents did not speak of it, I had recognized my father's disappointment early on, and had sometimes taken the initiative to proclaim that I was a squib at some of his most successful parties, for no other reason than to provoke him; As for my mother, she should very love me, but I am now old, too embarrassed to take the initiative to talk about it, can only occasionally pinch my sister's soft face, in order to convey that I am not a closed person.
What between the kitchen and dining room in our house is a door, but hardly can anyone pay attention to it, this is not to say a curse as repello muggletum (after all, my family is still considering my feelings, basically will not take the initiative to intentionally mentioned magic), only whole dining room is too messy, or too loud, the person's attention is not attracted to the door.
My dad was sitting cross-legged in a big red leather armchair, absorbed in a book that was a fantasy, no doubt, his shoes on the floor and his foot on a chair with a brown fur pattern on it.
My mother was fiddling behind the kitchen door, which was closed, but they were more sensitive than I was. Leaning on the green curtain by reading a book is my sister, a clutter of hid her face into the overflow to smoke in the kitchen, there are some droplets on her nose and eyes is not very big, but is a pleasant face, chin is pointed, size appropriate, continued Shouting "elder brother, have a meal", don't know that I'm here, attention as if was completely can be repeatedly used the executioner drew.
I wonder how I'm going to tell my family about this, or do I decide to pretend to ask their permission before a trickle of hot matsutake chicken soup seeps up my sleeve
Followed by a few rumbled loud noise, and then the soup, sauces, and iced lemon juice is infiltrated a pair style is too old carpet, the room is filled with the taste of lemon stir in the tomato sauce.
"Ah, what are you doing in the doorway?" came mom's angry voice. The woman at the door now had empty hands, for all the plates had just been knocked to the ground. Mother's face slightly twisted, climbed up a few lines of anger and helplessness. Mother did not sweat much in the sultry surroundings of the kitchen, perhaps because of long exercise, but decay did rub off on her temples-------
I didn't know what to say, so I lowered my head and murmured something like, "How do I know you're opening the door now?"
"Okay, then what shall we eat tonight, you say how to do?"
"Then help yourself to some bread." My father, who was reading the novel, suddenly looked up as if he wanted to announce his existence, perhaps because he was working outside. Every time he was at home, he wanted to do something for the family.
"That you go to buy bread!" My mother began to vent her anger on everyone
"I don't know where to buy bread." Dad held up the novel again --
Maybe I can wait until the evening when everyone listens to the news. At that time, the anger will probably dissipate. We all pay attention to the news, and we may be able to pass quickly.
"And you, clumsy as you are, how can you go to school and be so fussy at your age. Today Professor Goldstein sent a letter to me to find out about you. I think the others have been very upset about you."
My heart suddenly stood in a quiver. They had all known it, and her tone did not seem very disapproving. Then I suddenly began to cheer up, and all my doubts had gone away with the supper.
"So can I see my brother at school?"
"Yes, dear, you can help him a lot, but remember not to spread the word and let people know, after all -- not so good." My mother smiled bitterly.
I didn't know magic, but I wanted to learn magic, so I applied for the fast mantra course
It was a not so cold night, I huddled in the corner of the living room and secretly looked at The story of art. In fact, I didn't know anything, but I always thought that I was a little different, so I immersed myself in ancient Egyptian art alone, more elegant than nothing.
But I already knew what was going on. I just relied on myself to have a little independent thought and emotion, and I always wanted to find out or prove something. However, this is really just a kind of pride. I am just an ordinary squib
, but I always keep a little unrealistic fantasy. In the end, it is only a joke in the society and a laughing stock for the elite.
But people can't always get what they want.
So I saw a letter on my wooden desk. Written in black ink, it is a kind of long and thin but not losing the strength of the fancy type.
"We regret to inform you that because you do not have magic ability, we could not provide you with magic education opportunities. However, after discussion with Edgar Fremont, the current headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he is willing to provide you with Hogwarts School courses, but only for non practical (theoretical courses). For other operational courses, we are willing to provide you with quick learning Mantra guide tutorial, help you to cast some basic magic is not difficult, which may help you understand learning
Yours faithfully, Irovita Hopkirk
Department of Magic Education”
Repressing the great joy in my heart, I went over and over the letter. Not being able to take practical courses doesn't make a big difference; At any rate, I should be able to learn something about magic.
But after all, I am 17 years old, not very good-looking, tall, very thin, almost no muscle, and I need to take classes with a group of children about 11, but maybe children are not sarcastic, they may think the world as innocent as themselves, they look at me with a little doubt at best, maybe they think I am their teaching assistant (after all, I only need theoretical courses, with a little effort, I must be able to learn very well). But what about in the meeting room, maybe I can make friends with the students of grade seven, perhaps they will get along with me, but it is tacit understanding, I could not become real friends with them-------
"Elder brother, have a meal" crisp and great voice, of course, is my sister, one whose second grade spell exam took 113 points , she is shouting downstairs, as if I was not only a squib but deaf, .
Although my parents did not speak of it, I had recognized my father's disappointment early on, and had sometimes taken the initiative to proclaim that I was a squib at some of his most successful parties, for no other reason than to provoke him; As for my mother, she should very love me, but I am now old, too embarrassed to take the initiative to talk about it, can only occasionally pinch my sister's soft face, in order to convey that I am not a closed person.
What between the kitchen and dining room in our house is a door, but hardly can anyone pay attention to it, this is not to say a curse as repello muggletum (after all, my family is still considering my feelings, basically will not take the initiative to intentionally mentioned magic), only whole dining room is too messy, or too loud, the person's attention is not attracted to the door.
My dad was sitting cross-legged in a big red leather armchair, absorbed in a book that was a fantasy, no doubt, his shoes on the floor and his foot on a chair with a brown fur pattern on it.
My mother was fiddling behind the kitchen door, which was closed, but they were more sensitive than I was. Leaning on the green curtain by reading a book is my sister, a clutter of hid her face into the overflow to smoke in the kitchen, there are some droplets on her nose and eyes is not very big, but is a pleasant face, chin is pointed, size appropriate, continued Shouting "elder brother, have a meal", don't know that I'm here, attention as if was completely can be repeatedly used the executioner drew.
I wonder how I'm going to tell my family about this, or do I decide to pretend to ask their permission before a trickle of hot matsutake chicken soup seeps up my sleeve
Followed by a few rumbled loud noise, and then the soup, sauces, and iced lemon juice is infiltrated a pair style is too old carpet, the room is filled with the taste of lemon stir in the tomato sauce.
"Ah, what are you doing in the doorway?" came mom's angry voice. The woman at the door now had empty hands, for all the plates had just been knocked to the ground. Mother's face slightly twisted, climbed up a few lines of anger and helplessness. Mother did not sweat much in the sultry surroundings of the kitchen, perhaps because of long exercise, but decay did rub off on her temples-------
I didn't know what to say, so I lowered my head and murmured something like, "How do I know you're opening the door now?"
"Okay, then what shall we eat tonight, you say how to do?"
"Then help yourself to some bread." My father, who was reading the novel, suddenly looked up as if he wanted to announce his existence, perhaps because he was working outside. Every time he was at home, he wanted to do something for the family.
"That you go to buy bread!" My mother began to vent her anger on everyone
"I don't know where to buy bread." Dad held up the novel again --
Maybe I can wait until the evening when everyone listens to the news. At that time, the anger will probably dissipate. We all pay attention to the news, and we may be able to pass quickly.
"And you, clumsy as you are, how can you go to school and be so fussy at your age. Today Professor Goldstein sent a letter to me to find out about you. I think the others have been very upset about you."
My heart suddenly stood in a quiver. They had all known it, and her tone did not seem very disapproving. Then I suddenly began to cheer up, and all my doubts had gone away with the supper.
"So can I see my brother at school?"
"Yes, dear, you can help him a lot, but remember not to spread the word and let people know, after all -- not so good." My mother smiled bitterly.
