Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore Novels & Stories

I muttered as I smiled while I watch his own smile fade away. “Dumbledore Voldemort?? Supreme Alpha of the North territories??” He flustered as I could hear his heart beat so outrageously. “Yeah, him!!”

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

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.

Her aunt's perception was off the charts, after all. Theo had been like a good big sister to her since her parents died. She used to be her Dad's secretary, but now works as the Internals VP to AR Corp. Tina would be lying if she said that Aunt Theo's eccentricities didn't freak her out, though. The woman is Professor McGonagall in Harry Potter magnified. Tina would not be surprised if her aunt turned into a cat one of these days.

"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― 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.

I was about to knock when the door suddenly opened on its own Wow! Their door is hightech huh! I just went in and I saw an old man sitting in a chair with his hand on the table. He is old but his complexion does not have any wrinkles. He also sat up straight and his body still looked strong. He looks like the Dumbledore of Harry Potter! His hair is also white and he has a long mustache like dumbledore! Could it be that Dumbledore has a missing twin? Oh my god! I’m getting crazy!

"We're still studying the case of the two missing guardians as well as the hibernating one. We're hoping for the best of course, but we're also preparing ourselves for the worst. If the two missing alphas are still alive or even just one of them, he would be a big help to you and Percy." When we arrived at the secret place, I finally met Percy. He was kinda intimidating with his broad and well-toned body plus his outfit looked so professional with a black coat and shades, covering his eyes. When he removed his shades, there I was amazed at his emerald glittering eyes. He was indeed a wizard as even his eyes were shouting magic within him. I got comfortable around him real quick as he was tot

Kiara was the first to sense them, and she rose with a hand on her blade, only to relax as she recognized the figures in the dark. “Jacob? Edward?” she called out, and the brothers emerged from the forest trail, their faces drawn with exhaustion but lit by purpose. Behind them walked a familiar figure—Serena’s father—and beside him, a cloaked woman with silver-blonde hair braided down her back. Her eyes, though youthful, held centuries of knowledge. “You’re late,” Alexandro said, but his voice lacked bitterness. Only relief remained. “I had to find her,” the old man said simply, gesturing to the cloaked woman. “This is Ysolde. The witch who cast the forgetting spell on Serena when she was a

If he is a werewolf, I would have seen him in maybe one of the Alphas meeting. He looks like an alpha. But he’s human. I can smell his scent. So he’s not a werewolf, why does he look very familiar? “I see you have a protector now, Justin.” Luke smiles at Justin. “He’s handsome.” “Stop being creepy, weirdo. He saved my life.” Justin mutter to Luke. Her blushes even brighten red. “Ohhh. Is that so? Well, thank you Arthur. It’s nice meeting you. Thank you for saving my clumsy sister. I do appreciate it.” Luke says.

I looked at her with provocation in my eyes as I led my grandfather to seat on the sofa in the living room. “I have always known that you are greedy for power but I have never known that it will be to the extent of you disregarding all kinship, Matilda!” “Grandfather, don’t be angry anymore.” “Father, you are still alive?” Alphonse, Brenna's father, asked in excitement. “She hasn’t told you?” grandfather looked at him and asked with a frown. “Who? Tell me what?” Alphonse asked with a confused look on his face.