Chapter II

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“The boy who had spent eleven years sleeping in a cupboard under the stairs did not know, on the morning everything changed, that the world had been waiting for him.”

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The boy who had spent eleven years sleeping in a cupboard under the stairs did not know, on the morning everything changed, that the world had been waiting for him.

Anonymous

Letters had been arriving for three days — addressed in green ink to a name he had never seen written down, pressed through the letterbox and immediately confiscated by a man whose moustache trembled with the effort of pretending nothing unusual was happening.

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He had always known, in the way you know things you are not supposed to know, that the strange events which followed him through life were connected to something he could not name.

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The giant who arrived on the back of a roaring motorcycle at midnight smelled of woodsmoke and something older, and when he smiled, the boy felt for the first time that he was being seen by someone who already knew what he was.

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He learned three things in the space of an hour: that his parents had not died in a car crash, that there was a school for people like him, and that somewhere in the world, people had been saying his name quietly to one another for eleven years.

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Read in book →Mar 3, 07:30 AM

“But first, he needed to use the bathroom.”

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Read in book →Mar 3, 08:00 AM

“He splashed cold water on his face and when he looked up the mirror showed him not his usual tired reflection but a vast candlelit hall full of children who somehow already knew his name.”

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He padded down the hallway in his too-large socks, past the rumbling snore of his uncle, the whole house holding its breath as though it too had been waiting for this morning.

Anonymous

On the doormat, half-hidden beneath the letterbox slot, lay an envelope the colour of old parchment, addressed in emerald-green ink to a name he had never quite believed was his.

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The owl on the windowsill regarded him with the calm, unblinking certainty of someone who had delivered very important news before and fully expected to do so again.

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Seventeen letters had arrived overnight, each one wedged into every crack and gap the house possessed, as though the walls themselves had been trying to tell him something for years.

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He splashed cold water on his face and when he looked up the mirror showed him not his usual tired reflection but a vast candlelit hall full of children who somehow already knew his name.

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But then the chicken crossed the road.

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Read in book →Mar 3, 09:45 AM

“For Larry wasn't in any ordinary bathroom, but the Bathroom for Witchcraft and Wizardy.”

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Read in book →Mar 3, 04:45 PM

“(And just to be absolutely clear, the Bathroom for Witchcraft and Wizardry is a completely original institution with zero relation to any school of magic you may have heard of, because for one thing it is a bathroom, which is a very different architectural concept from a castle, and also “Larry” is a completely different name from other famous fictional wizarding boys, as it has two fewer letters and a much more working-class energy.)”

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Read in book →Mar 3, 09:00 PM

“Suddenly the chicken also gained magical energy, becoming the strongest wizarchiken of all time.”

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“AAAAEEEEEIIIIII” a distant scream cuts through the fog. LIKE BUTTER 🧈

Anonymous

Suddenly the chicken also gained magical energy, becoming the strongest wizarchiken of all time.

Anonymous

Larry sits down to vibe code his newest side hustle - a completely original website where people collaborate on new works of fiction. All content is owned by the authors, and it is a perfect utopia.

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Read in book →Mar 3, 09:15 PM

““Above heaven and earth, I alone am the honored one”. The chicken has ascended. The new age of wizardry has come upon us…”

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Larry sits down at his computer and tried all his favorite control characters:     ␡

Anonymous

“Bakawwwkkk” said the 🐓. In the next second, ⚡️ struck Larry turning him into 💀☠️☠️

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“Above heaven and earth, I alone am the honored one”. The chicken has ascended. The new age of wizardry has come upon us…

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The wizarchiken fixed Larry with one beady eye and said, "You realize this bathroom has a three-flush limit per student, right? And you just used all of yours summoning me."

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Larry sits down and see if he's covered XSS in his website: <script>alert('I have not covered XSS')</script>

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Read in book →Mar 3, 09:30 PM

“"Larry the chicken, chicken the Larry, Larry the chicken...", Larry muttering to himself. Five days after, he decided to call himself Lord Coconut Shrimp, and he now sees a new adventure waiting for him.”

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Read in book →Mar 4, 02:15 AM

“"Stand proud, you are strong" Lord Coconut Shrimp told his adversary, Nojo the strongest wizard of last year.”

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1/1 keptRead in book →Mar 4, 07:15 AM

“Nojo the strongest wizard of last year narrowed his eyes, for he had faced many opponents in his long and distinguished career, but never one whose power source was, as best he could tell, an extremely confident attitude toward being a chicken.”

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Nojo the strongest wizard of last year narrowed his eyes, for he had faced many opponents in his long and distinguished career, but never one whose power source was, as best he could tell, an extremely confident attitude toward being a chicken.

Anonymous

He raised his wand — a gnarled thing of yew and dragonhide — and attempted the Silencing Hex, which had never once failed him in forty years of competitive wizardry.

Anonymous

Lord Coconut Shrimp, for his part, simply blinked, which is the chicken equivalent of an extremely meaningful pause.

Anonymous

The hex hit Lord Coconut Shrimp square in the chest and produced, after a moment of profound silence, a single additional feather, which drifted to the floor with great dignity.

Anonymous

The crowd, which had gathered in the way crowds always do when something unprecedented and slightly ridiculous is about to happen, held its collective breath.

Anonymous

'I see,' said Nojo quietly, setting his wand down on a nearby rock with the careful deliberateness of a man who has just understood something that will take him several years to fully accept.

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3/3 keptRead in book →Mar 4, 07:30 AM

“Lord Coconut Shrimp, for his part, simply blinked, which is the chicken equivalent of an extremely meaningful pause.”

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Lord Coconut Shrimp, for his part, simply blinked, which is the chicken equivalent of an extremely meaningful pause.

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He raised his wand — a gnarled thing of yew and dragonhide — and attempted the Silencing Hex, which had never once failed him in forty years of competitive wizardry.

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The hex hit Lord Coconut Shrimp square in the chest and produced, after a moment of profound silence, a single additional feather, which drifted to the floor with great dignity.

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The crowd, which had gathered in the way crowds always do when something unprecedented and slightly ridiculous is about to happen, held its collective breath.

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'I see,' said Nojo quietly, setting his wand down on a nearby rock with the careful deliberateness of a man who has just understood something that will take him several years to fully accept.

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2/2 keptRead in book →Mar 4, 07:45 AM

“It was, by any measure, the most unsettling thing Nojo had ever seen — not because it was threatening, but because it suggested that Lord Coconut Shrimp had somewhere more important to be.”

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It was, by any measure, the most unsettling thing Nojo had ever seen — not because it was threatening, but because it suggested that Lord Coconut Shrimp had somewhere more important to be.

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Nojo raised one eyebrow — a gesture that had, over four decades, caused lesser wizards to drop their wands and apologise — and waited.

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The crowd shuffled its feet in the way crowds do when they sense that something historic is happening but cannot yet decide whether to applaud.

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Lord Coconut Shrimp scratched at the ground once with his left foot, a motion that Nojo would later spend considerable time trying to interpret.

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'I have faced dragons,' Nojo said, more to himself than to anyone else. 'I have faced the Council of Seven. I have faced the Unnameable Void of the Eastern Reaches.'

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2/3 keptRead in book →Mar 4, 08:00 AM

“It was at this point that Lord Coconut Shrimp turned around, walked four paces in the opposite direction, and then turned back — apparently satisfied with something only he could see.”

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It was at this point that Lord Coconut Shrimp turned around, walked four paces in the opposite direction, and then turned back — apparently satisfied with something only he could see.

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Nojo raised one finger — not threateningly, but in the manner of a man who has just thought of something important — and said, 'I would like to formally object.'

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Lord Coconut Shrimp scratched at the ground once with his left foot, a motion that Nojo would later spend considerable time trying to interpret.

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The crowd had by now swelled to several dozen, drawn by the particular silence that gathers around things that have no good precedent.

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'I have faced dragons,' Nojo said, more to himself than to anyone else. 'I have faced the Council of Seven. I have faced the Unnameable Void of the Eastern Reaches. And yet.'

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Nojo set his staff down on the ground very carefully, in the way of someone who has decided that the next few minutes will require both hands free and a completely open mind.

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Read in book →Mar 6, 07:45 AM

“The air around Lord Coconut Shrimp had begun to glow — faintly at first, the color of a very old yolk, and then brighter, and brighter still, in a shade that had no name in any wizard's grimoire because nothing had ever been that color before and survived long enough to be catalogued.”