Next morning Harry woke up, his four-poster open, his trunk emptied, all of his stuff on the floor. How To Enchant Floorboards by Turner Trevor had a few pages ripped onto the floor. Horrorstruck, Harry put on his glasses, which he had in his hand the whole time. He looked straight out of the four-poster to see Justin pinned to the wall, a disastered look on his face. Cornelase was running out of the portrait hole with his pajamas on. "What's going on?" said Harry, yawning, following Cornelase. Justin followed Cornelase, Harry, and the girl who had raised her hand both times that Professor Sature had asked Harry the questions. Panting, they came outside. Harry put on his cloak quickly before they went out.
"Cornelase, you should put on your cloak," said Harry, pausing as Cornelase fell on a patch of grass, turning up bolt.
"Not yet, Harry," said Cornelase aggressively. Cornelase stood up and ran to Horid's house, knocking on the door, and Horid came out and let them in. "Horid, I just wanted to ask you something," said Cornelase as Horid dumped a kettle of water in a bucket and then sat down.
"O', jus' ask me then," he said, scratching his head.
"When are we gonna take our first classes in Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and yours–forgot the name–Magical Creatures or something?" said Cornelase.
"Care o' Magica' Creatures," Horid reminded him. "O', an' me firs' class is gonna be soon," he said, picking up the bucket on the table.
Harry and Cornelase looked in and they saw a ruff of snails swirling in the bucket, floating in the water, one with a mouthful of grass and mud. There were about a hundred, all of them with shells so big they were twice their size.
"Cool," said Harry disgustedly, not actually really liking them. It smelled like rotten liver in the bucket.
"Nex' class is in two hours, abou'," said Horid, scratching his head again, Harry and Cornelase droopling down. (Note: "Droopling down" means they were relaxing and leaning back in their chairs.)
"What the–" Cornelase paused as the door knocked.
Daricer came in, holding up the wizard news called the Daily Morning. "Guess what, Petter?" said Daricer, smirking, staring at the Daily Morning.
"What?!" Harry spat angrily.
"It says that you're dumb!" Daricer splattered laughing, his eyes closed, and he shoved Harry, still laughing.
"What?!" Harry gasped again. "You've got to be kidding me!" Harry yelled, ripping the news away. In dark red letters it said:
Daily Morning
(Horned Serpent)
Harry Petter is dumb, spoiled, useless, and silly, and you don't see his fat head. Ha, ha, ha, the end.
Harry was so angry he ripped it apart and threw it at Daricer's face, and Daricer ran out, snipples of paper flying around from his face.
"What'd i' say?" said Horid, frowning as his dog Jerry licked his leather coat.
"Oh, that! It said, 'Harry Petter is dumb, spoiled, useless, and silly, and you don't see his fat head, ha, ha, ha,"" Harry said angrily, throwing the last bit of news in the trash.
"Oh," Horid and Cornelase said blankly together.
"Wan' a cup o' tea?" Horid said extremely.
"Sure, maybe that will get my mood on road better," said Harry. So Horid made a cup of tea and everything was good.
"Think we're gonna go now, Harry, right?" said Cornelase.
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Ilvermorny (Harry Petter Book 1)
FanficThis book is the start to the Harry Petter series, which is about the American version of Harry Potter. I was only seven years old when I wrote this, but it would still make me extremely happy if you read it because it is the start to an intriguing...
