The Founder - English Translation

Hogwarts

Hogwarts, how can you treat this like a school? A school where each student classifies and arranges in very distinct boxes such as vegetables in a vegetable garden. A school where, according to them, a piece of cloth that speaks can determine our future.

For my part I am part of the Slytherin house and proud of it, I would never have seen myself being in Hufflepuff, you can imagine even worse in Gryffindor with all these poorly maintained redheads. My parents would never have admitted the fact that I am not among the snakes all my ancestors were there and for good reason, they were all in the service of you know who.

I must admit that at home it is certainly not always as we imagine. I lack nothing but a love that only my parents can give me. And that I never received. Indeed at home it is not as one imagines it, between the meetings of Death Eaters of my parents and me who is obliged to wait at home alone that they finish. Speaking of Death Eaters my parents forbid me to approach the Malfoys.

The last few years I've gotten along pretty well with the son Malfoy, we had the same upbringing and our parents worked for you know who. And then I had two friends, if you can call them friends Riley and Kate, they were more like , what you call that? Person I use to not to be alone, because my character scares all the students from the other houses, I didn't say I'm aggressive, no, I just have my own character. My name is Celeste Gaunt. My parents are followers of Lord, and I study at Hogwarts this famous school. It's not that I hate her on the contrary, it's better than at home, it's just that, I don't know, I can't get used to the people there . I hardly speak to anyone, to be honest I am quite lonely.

With the students of my house I have no real attachment and with the students of other houses even worse. I can't seem to see them especially the Gryffindors still in Dumbledore's petticoats. I have two friends if you can call them that, but nothing more. I'm pretty studious, I don't necessarily listen in short, I'm far too busy annoying people. students from other houses but I don't know, I have always had excellent grades whatever the subject. Well, almost all the subjects, for the care of magical creatures let's say I have a little more trouble, especially since this course is given by Hagrid, I do not understand how Dumbledore could have named him professor.

But everything Potion, Divination and so on, I'm pretty good at it. This year I joined the Slytherin Quidditch team, of course Weaselbee did too. Today I'm making my comeback and to be completely honest I'm not in a rush. Let's say I'm afraid it's going to be like all the previous years.

Finally, I was not really social last year, nor all the other years, it was the lessons, buffet, library and then I went to my dorm and I thought about everything and nothing; I was on my bed on my back, staring at the ceiling, counting how many different shades of green there could be upstairs, thinking about my parents what the hell they were doing that time ? Or would I have to follow in their footsteps?

I found an old notebook, with old parchment pages, quite old but empty, in which I would like to be able to confide as if this journal could be my confidante, a friend. I will therefore begin this journal with: Dear diary.

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Heyyy, this is the translator speaking, I hope you like the first chapter !! The story is great I assure you !!

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