[Harrypotter] The Tough Cookie in Hufflepuff 1

The gray-haired kid who lives in Spinners End was called a tough cookie by everyone nearby.

 

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Ernest thought he was very ordinary.

 

Although there are no parents, the earth's population exceeds 3 billion. Among them, if you look for a person without parents, there will be many like stars. So he himself is ordinary.

 

He is ranked first in grade. Again, with similar logic, the number of first in grade will be tens of millions of schools in the world will be as many as stars. Therefore, he himself is ordinary. Of course, this conclusion also premises that his own school is terrible shit, so for the level of his own head, he concludes that he is clearly normal'.

 

He also himself is timid. How timid he is, he sneaks the head of a fat man, who one day giggled at him as a ``parentless bum,'' and drowns the head of a fat man into the toilet and dipped the water 15 times. But after all, there are many timid people on Earth like stars (hereinafter omitted). Anyway, Ernest thought that if someone kicked his side, he was so timid and ordinary that he would mess with the child's chair, desk drawer, shoebox, and locker with the body of a mouse. Ernest's own evaluation was'a gentle and ordinary kid who can't throw a rat's body into his face'. But I don't think this is a bit. "......" Ernest stared at the letter in his grasp. Ernest Selburn, a shack between Spinners End 42 and 43. Albus Dumbledore, principal of the Hogwarts School of Magic. "......" Nevertheless, the ink was not smeared at all on the letter soaked in the rain. Not only that, it was like a letter that went beyond the limits of a letter. There were no stamps, nothing, and the place where Ernst and his sister lived was a shack that was not even registered with the British government. Can a letter come to a place like this? Even though it was absurd, Ernst opened the letter reflexively. You're the magic school Hogwarts blah blah- Ernst, who had read so far, folded the letter finely. After eagerly folding the letter several times vertically, Ernest took the letter and went to the middle of the house. Ernest took just six steps. His younger sister, who had been pulling from the sewer and washed a few times, was striking on a blanket that had been dried in the sun after a long period of time, pulled her head out. "Ernie, what are you doing?" "Light up. I have paper." Crushing the paper into the can, Ernest lit the paper in the can with matches he picked up on the street. The paper that had been moistened in Chiik-July began to burn with a different odor and smoke. Ernest quickly pushed the burning can in front of her sister. His sister, weighing the warmth of the fire with her palm, placed a wire mesh over it and a small can. In the can, there was a piece of dirty bread torn and soaked in water, and that was their sibling's dinner. Ernest's sister told him, alternately sipping boiled bread. "-I wish we had a large can of paint like a legine gang. Right, huh? Then the house will be smoother." "Yeah. Wait a bit, Victoria. I'll definitely get a big can of paint." In fact, the horse did that and Ernest was not confident. This is because cans were collected and sold by the Reggie gang, the most crowded out of the Spinners End bums, and exchanged for money. Even if I wander around Spinners End every dawn, it was difficult to find a large can of paint. I have to go a little far, but thinking inside, Ernest picked up the books and notebooks piled up in a corner. His sister Victoria, who was licking the boiled bread next to the can, looked at Ernest with eager eyes, but Ernest shook her head with her stern eyes. She told him, with a voice Victoria crawling in as she put her can down. "Anyie-Can I just take a break today? Huh? It's raining too. Huh?" "Vickey, what did you say your mom always said?" "...Even if you read one letter a day, don't forget to study. But brother-" "No, let's go." Her screaming street, Victoria, stood quietly on her quilt and grabbed her own books. Ernest grabbed two planks and put her books and planks on his side. After leaving the shack, the two children laid a plank under the roof of a brick house with a blurred streetlight and sat down to open a book. Nine-year-old Victoria sat quietly and read her fairy tale book, while Ernest quietly opened her math book beside her. When I entered the school, I entered last place, but now Ernest was first in the grade. He was lucky. Someone in the same grade must have been smarter than Ernest, but no one was studying as hard as Ernest. His breath came out loud and loud. July 3. Although it was summer in England, it rained like a frost. It was strangely cold for summer. Ernest stooped his body a little. The rain was thicker. Here, it looks like it's stuck in the air until the rain stops. Victoria, who had just finished reading her fairy tale book by her side and picked up her science book, glanced at her Ernest, and tapped her hand on her side of her plank. Ernest procrastinated to the side of her Victoria and clung to her. The two brothers and sisters sat side by side and started their studies again. For a while, Ernest, who had been digging through the dirty muddy ground with a wooden stick, suddenly felt an old street lamp flickering. It'll be off soon, I'll have to go back before it gets darker. Looking beside her, Victoria was already shivering, but she fell asleep. She didn't know when her rain had stopped, and her place was filled with a harsh wind that seemed to embrace a storm. There was another shadow over the head of Ernest, who was accustomed to carrying her books and planks and carrying her Victoria, from the darkness of the night. Ernest raised his head only. A black man with a cold impression asked Ernest. "Ernest Selburn, right?" "-Who?" Ernest asked as she instinctively gave her a hand that lifted her Victoria up. Her man wrote a letter to her Ernest. The flickering streetlight suddenly lit up brightly, allowing Ernest to read it. Street lights in front of Ernest Selburn, Spinners End 42. Albus Dumbledore, principal of the Hogwarts School of Magic.