Albus Dumbledore Glasses Novels & Stories

He felt his throat tightening. “Why? Do you think I'm dirty? Am I a disease? Must you have such an intense reaction just because I touched you? You should take off your clothes since I hugged you earlier.” Alexa scoffed indignantly, feeling angry. She realized the second man was also quite handsome. He looked like a scholar in his glasses; ‘if anything, he was an eight, and the man staring at her with his dark, stormy eyes was a 10,’ Alexa thought.

said Albus seriously. Albus was silent and concentrated fully while holding the Sky Light Scepter in his hand. The power poured out of his hand in the form of a soft, cool white light. He then coated the scepter with his own strength. The scepter glowed snow-white gently for a few seconds. Albus touched the sky-blue rock with a golden silver tinge. The rock gave a warm pulse when Albus touched the sky dragon's heart. He closed his eyes and channeled his energies with a smile as if meeting an old friend. Albus's white energy turned the stone's outer appearance into a golden color.

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

Alphonse inquired, his voice a whispery melody. I shook my head mournfully, "I haven't. I hope I do though," I said, walking past him into the living room. "I should check the living room also, don't you think?" He turned around, giving me a look that felt distant. He rested his back against the wall, a deep sigh escaping through his lips. "I would have helped, but I can't see clearly without my glasses," he said. "I can only see things that are close to me. I'm shortsighted."

"I'll show you that a real werewolf doesn't need outside help to get things done. Unlike these two." The neutral smile Albus has had on his face grew upon hearing his boasting comment. "And I'm looking forward to seeing that proof."

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Finally, I feel their soothing power take effect. “Fuck I feel like The Half-blood Prince made this shit.” Once that eye is good, I switch to the other. It doesn’t hurt nearly as much since I didn’t rub it, but I still put the drops in it. Then I grab my glasses. And put them one, and before you ask yes, they are in fact very Potter like. Only they are thin wire circles rather than the thick plastic Harry were. My fall more than him and I don’t have a wand or magic spell to fix them. So, wire was needed.

I asked with a frown. We were currently inside his office, and it was the first time that I saw him wearing eyeglasses. It didn't suit him before, but now that he has grown to be such a mature man, I think that he would look fine no matter what his appearance was. Alpha Siege didn't bother to fix his hair, which was blocking his eyesight. "If that's your problem, then we can just make a pact right here and right now. That's not much of an issue," he replied without batting an eye at me.

And now, Ralph was saying that she was brought to meet him. "You must be Isabella." A smile was turned to the confused lady. "Nice to meet you." "Where is Albus?" Isabella blurted out and looked around the space she was in. She didn't expect the reply that came. "I am Albus." A gasp escaped the shocked lady. It was followed by a chuckle from the wizard. Albus looked... 35. Isabella could not give the wizard anything above that age. The wizard's hair was completely white and silky, captured with a string and styled into a ponytail that touched his lower back. His dark eyes looked vibrant, young, energetic. One could even mistake him for 29 and wouldn't be wrong.

"Alzheimer's Syndrome is the name of a disease that affects mainly old people. It affects their brain and makes them forgetful. It affects magicals and muggles alike. The difference is that magicals had found a cure a long time ago, the wit sharpening potion. The muggles are still looking for a way to treat the disease, but with the speed that they are developing, they will find one in the next fifty years max." Erik started walking to the stone Gargoyle. Director Bones and her entourage were after him. Dumbledore shook his head to recover, and followed after them. "I need access to the Office, Lord Ravenclaw. I need to recover my personal items inside." Dumbledore said as Erik arrived at th