Chapter 3: [Before Entering the Original Story] – Mr. Weasley Who Raises an Endangered Golden Snidget.
Another peaceful day at the Burrow, the Weasley household.
In this place, bathed in warm sunlight—
“Beeeep—!”
“Aaahhh! Pell! Pell! Pell! Hurry and calm this thing down!”
“Aaahhh! My nose!”
“Oh no! Oh no! Don’t come any closer! Stay awayyyyy!”
Three boys were screaming, as if something was chasing them.
“Pell, should we really stop this?”
“Don’t worry. ‘Niget’ won’t go too far.”
Splat! Pop!
“Aaaahhhhh!”
“Oh no! There’s a fountain of blood pouring from Ronnie’s nose!”
“Come on, Pell! Stop your pet already! Aaahh! It bit me again!”
Ron… correction, Ron’s nose was gushing blood like a fountain, and George, who was watching in shock, suddenly started bleeding from his cheek after being pricked by something. Fred had run into the house but was quickly pursued by a golden blur that chased him through an open window.
[Screeeeech!]
“….Brother?”
“…I have no idea. Who told them to mess around?”
Fred’s scream filled the house. Ginny, their younger sister, broke into a cold sweat and gave Pell a pleading look, urging him to stop ‘Niget,’ but he simply closed his eyes and didn’t intervene.
How did it come to this? To be exact, this story started about two years ago…
***
It had been about five months since I turned eight. That day, a persistent drizzle had been falling for quite a while.
“Beep— Beep—…”
“Oh my… oh no…”
The Burrow, home of the Weasley family, was a country house. Specifically, a rural house from the 1980s.
More than anything, with so many people living in it, the house looked as if it would collapse at any moment. It was a wooden structure, piled up haphazardly and barely balanced, almost like a cross between the Leaning Tower of Pisa and the Tower of Babel, held together by magic.
Yet, like most wizarding buildings, the inside was surprisingly spacious, with quite a few rooms.
“Fred! George! Ron! Pell! Come down and help your dad!”
It hadn’t rained heavily, but it was still rain, and after coming down for a long time, the ground was wet, and we needed to check the drainage to prevent any flooding. That day, I went outside with Fred and George, the troublesome twins, and Ron, my twin brother, all armed with shovels and wands to help our dad.
“Dad… I found this… in the drainage…”
“Huh? What is it… Wait… what? Why is this here!?”
“That’s what I want to know…”
Although it was covered in mud and dust, the tiny hummingbird-like creature shone as if it had been coated in gold. It wasn’t clear whether it was severely injured or just exhausted, but—
“…This won’t do… We need to clean it up and feed it something, or it’ll die before the Ministry of Magic arrives.”
“Then should I go get some warm water—”
“No, Snidgets have fast wingbeats and high speeds, which cause their body temperature to rise quickly. For now… yes, just wash it with lukewarm water.”
It was the day a troublesome creature entered the Weasley household.
The Golden Snidget.
In the Harry Potter series—specifically in Hogwarts Legacy—the Golden Snidget is one of the magical creatures. In fact, its first appearance was in Fantastic Beasts, where it was known as the golden hummingbird.
In the Harry Potter universe, there is a sport called Quidditch, and this historical sport once used the Golden Snidget as a living ball. Nowadays, it has been replaced by the Golden Snitch.
The Snidget, a hummingbird-like creature, would dart around rapidly, changing directions 360 degrees as it flew. It was used as a live ball in Quidditch, but it often died from exhaustion or was killed by being grabbed too harshly by Seekers.
As a result, the Golden Snidget became an endangered species and is now a magical creature strictly protected by the Ministry of Magic. However, due to its shiny golden appearance and inherent cuteness, poaching it became a common problem. This led the Ministry to classify it as a XXXX-rated creature, imposing severe punishments for illegal capture or harm.
And now… such a creature had been found in the Burrow’s backyard drain. For Dad, who works at the Ministry, this was an undoubtedly troublesome situation.
“You lot! Especially Fred and George! If you so much as touch a single feather on this thing, you know what’ll happen!”
“Oh, come on, Mum! We don’t want to end up in Azkaban!”
“Right! Who’d want to spend their life rotting in prison? We know our limits!”
“Oh, if only your words were believable!”
Because of me, the whole house was in an uproar. Dad hurried off to contact the Ministry, and Mum and I busied ourselves keeping an eye on Fred and George while tending to the Snidget.
Did we spend the entire day delicately caring for the Snidget?
“…Tweet! Tweeeeet!”
“…It’s drinking well.”
“Indeed it is. Thank goodness we still had a bit of honey left from the harvest… But, Pernell, how did you know that honey water would be good for a Snidget?”
“…Uh… Well, you see, honey is a natural remedy, good for recovery and packed with nutrients.”
“…Is that so?”
“Yeah… I think I read it in that book Dad brought back—something about food preservation and care!”
By keeping the Snidget’s body temperature stable with lukewarm water and feeding it honey water, it drank heartily.
Thankfully, I remembered some information about hummingbirds from my previous life, but I didn’t expect the Snidget to like it this much.
Not only that, Mum looked proud as she watched me handle the Snidget so well, even though it was my first time seeing one. Meanwhile, Fred, George, and Ron stared at the creature in fascination.
“Wow… it’s really cool-looking.”
“Oh, Ronny! Too bad if you touch it, you’ll end up in Azkaban!”
“That’s right! It’s a Golden Snidget, a creature registered for protection by the Ministry!”
“I know that! It’s the gold bird they used in Quidditch! But seeing it in real life makes it even more amazing!”
Fred and George teased Ron, and while he flared up in response, his eyes were still filled with curiosity—and perhaps a bit of greed—as he stared at the Snidget.
Ignoring the three fools, I stared at the Snidget as it drank honey water. Soon enough, I locked eyes with the Snidget’s jewel-like red pupils.
“…Tweet?”
“…Drink up and get your strength back. I don’t know how you ended up here, but…”
“Tweet! Tweet!”
As the Snidget continued to gulp down the honey water, it started to wobble, so I supported its body with my hand. Eventually, it sat in my palm, sipping the honey water directly.
Fred and George, impressed, looked at me with awe, saying, “Oooh~.”
“Pell… Pell! I want to! Let me touch it too!”
The combination of the Snidget’s coolness and cuteness seemed to excite Ron, filling him with curiosity. He begged me to let him touch it, but as soon as Ron reached out, the Snidget swiftly dodged his hand, continuing to drink honey water while avoiding his touch.
“W-Whoa! That tiny thing is really fast!”
“Of course. Before the Golden Snitch existed, they used Snidgets in Quidditch.”
“…Ugh… I just wanted to touch it.”
“Once it’s full, it’ll probably calm down. Let’s try again then, Ron.”
I comforted Ron, who was disappointed that he couldn’t touch the quickly darting Snidget. Until Dad came back, the whole family was captivated, watching the Snidget carefully.
…But why does it keep sticking to me?
Later that night, Dad returned with a Ministry of Magic employee—specifically someone from the magical creatures protection department—and they began the process of explaining and transferring the situation. Fred, George, Ron, and even Ginny, who was quietly watching, were all saddened by the imminent farewell. Even Mum, who had grown attached, showed a bit of tears.
However—
“TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!”
“WAAAH! This… this thing! What’s it doing?!”
“Aaah! MY EYE!”
“W-What?! Hey! It’s escaping! Quick, catch it— AAH!”
“Dad?! Uwaaah!”
“AAAAAH! What is it doing?! O-Oh my gosh!”
The Ministry worker opened the small cage to lure the Snidget inside, but the Snidget shrieked fiercely and began pecking at the worker’s eyes and Dad’s nose. The whole family tried to catch the Snidget, but it darted around, leaving golden streaks in the air and aggressively guarding itself from everyone, except me.
“Tweet!”
“…Arthur! Tell your son to catch it quickly!”
“Pell! Catch it and put it in the cage! Hurry!”
With blood trickling down, Dad urged me to grab the Snidget. I carefully reached out and caught it, but—
“…Tweet… tweet…”
“…”
“Tweet…”
“…Uh… hmm…”
Unlike with others, the Snidget cried sorrowfully as it gazed up at me, its red eyes glistening with tears. It looked at me like a desperate kitten. As I tried to hand the Snidget to the Ministry worker, who approached with the cage—
“TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!!!!!!!!”
“AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The Snidget let out an ear-piercing shriek and thrashed around violently.
By the time morning broke, after spending a whole night in chaos, the Snidget finally calmed down.
“Here you go, Mr. Weasley. These are the official papers and registration certificate from the Ministry. Congratulations, Arthur. You’ve really outdone yourself this time.”
“…Ahaha… hahahaha…”
“I’m… I’m sorry, Dad… Mr. Officer…”
And that’s how the Burrow ended up with an expensive new family member.
***
Two years later.
Fred and George had already started attending Hogwarts, and next year, Ron and I would be joining them.
“AAAAAAH! Pell! PEL! PERRRRNEL! Do something about Niget!”
“I told you not to mess around when I’m feeding it. Why do you keep trying to touch it?”
“Well, it just looks so cool! I just want to touch it once… AAH! Don’t come closer! AAAHH!”
Sigh. “Niget, come here. It’s time to eat.”
Once again, Ron was being pecked by my Golden Snidget—now officially named Niget, my “pet”—as he reached out to touch it.
“Tweet!”
“Yeah, yeah. Stop pecking and come eat.”
And so, life at the Weasley household remained as peaceful as ever.
Authors Note:
“While others are raising owls, toads, rats, or cats, the protagonist is raising a protected magical creature, the Golden Snidget.
Its name is Simply Niget!”
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