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.

A man who seems to be in his late thirties walked in a very formal attire with glasses on. Why would a werewolf wear glasses.y instincts immediately became more alert. I watched as my assistant tried to attend to him before she walked in my direction. “Sir, there is a man who want to see you “ she relayed. “Who is he? And what does he want?” I asked. “He says it's confidential and that he was sent by the Alpha.” At the mention of the Alpha’s name my brush stopped mid air. I turned around to look at the man again only to see he had removed his glasses and was looking at me.

"Gideon, do it now before she starts trying to shift." The old mage had stepped out of the shadows, his face pale as death, his grey robes smelling of burnt sulfur and something else… something ancient and wrong. He didn't have his wooden staff; instead, he held a small, jagged piece of dark glass in his hand, the edges glowing with a greasy, purple light that made my stomach turn instantly. Just looking at it made me want to vomit.

Then Kenny changed. Not completely. Not the dramatic Hollywood version I would have imagined if anyone had asked me to imagine it, which no one ever had because this wasn't something people imagined. It was subtler and more terrifying than that. His eyes changed first — deepening to something amber and luminous that had nothing to do with the warm brown I knew. His frame expanded slightly, shoulders broadening, presence intensifying until he filled the room in a way that had nothing to do with physical size. The air around him hummed.

― 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.

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.

"Don't worry, Mr. Dumbledore. I will ask a house-elf to deliver your personal items back to you AFTER Director Bones and her Aurors had combed the entire Office." EriK then started climbing the stairs, with the Gargoyle closing the way behind him. Dumbledore had adopted a pale face hearing that. That was not good for him. Erik entered the office and found Director Bones and her Aurors waiting for him. He puts his hand inside his blazer and retrieves three little bottles from an inside pocket. The bottles were transparent and had a screw cap. They could hold around 250mL of liquid volume, and had a red-purplish liquid inside. Erik then offered the flasks to Director Bones and the Aurors.

“Why don’t you sit here? We’d like to hear your thoughts.” As she headed downstairs, Gildeon met her halfway, his hand brushing her face. She caught Alaunus quickly tearing his gaze away, looking unhappy. “You sure you’re good?” Gildeon asked. “You should rest more. Take the time you need.” Arah lifted her chin to meet his ethereal eyes, realizing it was the first time she’d seen him around others without his glasses. She had already guessed they were somehow infused with magic, hiding his real eyes from ordinary humans.